Another weekend arrives in Weardale, though each day is much like any other in retirement ... a boon for some and not for others, depending on many factors, including sufficient resources to live contentedly ... which state itself depends on many factors, including shelter securely rented or purchased, sufficient income for daily food, heating and other essentials ... and all of this depends on what our mind determines is enough ... and sweeping back in time, let's not forget the conditions of our birth, whether caused by accident or as suggested in some systems of karma chosen so we may learn our Life School lessons this time round. But this is purely speculation, and impossible to imagine with rational thinking. Imagination however, rational or not, is unconstrained, as seen by the behaviour of humans throughout the ages and right now, whether construed as good or bad, pure or pure evil, holy war or wholly peace and so on.
Yesterday's wander across the fells heading North and East in Sun and a cool Westerly breeze prepared the way for conversations up by Tunstall, in Wolsinham, on the riverside route and in Frosterley, where a visit to an old friend produced a cup of tea, a slice of cake, and another deep conversation ... mostly focused attention on Mick's life story, never dull, always poignant, since his life from the very start was tough ... being adopted by a miserable pair of fundamental Christians who could not conceive ... and as far as fun went, there was none, though they surely were mental in a negative sense, and life for Mick nose dived when his adoptive Mum gave birth and Dad beat him ritually weekly on a Friday and casually at any other time ... unsurprisingly the boy grew up determined to never be a victim, Dad was warned off asap, and Mick found ways to make a living illegally in the community he lived in where attachment to private property was held lightly, doors being open and children and elders perfectly safe, and a career appeared almost inevitably, relieving wealthy folks of things they didn't need and distributing them to those with less via fences, like a contemporary Robin Hood, who also, don't forget, was pursued by the Authorities of the time ... history being kinder when time passes, authorities are redefined.
The point of this story, is to understand that judgement is redundant, whilst discernment is essential ... observing without judging in this case, with your curious neo-Buddhist, one time communist, finding a neighbour whose previous life was colourful, his frequent stays at Her Majesty's pleasure sometimes too eventful due to violence ...now retired and taking care of his little dog, seeking peace at last, though sometimes challenged due to reputation ... frankly one of the most insightful, honest people you could wish to meet ... and if you saw the small boy being terrorised you would say the same. Unless, perhaps, you are, for your own reasons, a narrow minded fun-fearing mentalist yourself!
Life goes on in the Dale as usual, despite the existential crisis offering options to create a better world ... in fact, the Great Reset itself, planned for the benefit of the Plutocrats, has the potential to turn the tables, nudge Reality with enhanced Consciousness, and Create the New Earth proposed by Tolle of The Power of Now, and many others throughout history.
Let's see! Time to walk ...
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