It can be difficult for most of us to imagine a world without modern conveniences like internet and light-bulbs, let alone more lofty ideas such as organized religion or activities like art. A world without these things seems primitive. In a way, I suppose it makes sense then that people often view civilizations before Greece, Rome, India and ancient Egypt as primitive, not to mention more masculine and brutish.
History books are defaced with white paint,
smeared over words and pictures
that someone didn’t want others to see.
But now, that white paint is fading
from the books of history
yet some will forever see
missing, ripped pages remain lost,
tossed aside and vandalized by
pale, jealous hands and bitter so-called winners
who’ve ransacked cultures all over the world.
As the white facade fades from pages we see how far ingrained systemic racism extends; how it wasn’t just white men who helped us race to space or melt faces with dropped techno bases. Even the rebel rousing progressive beatniks…
I am grateful for the divine timing that I’m able to continue to somehow tap into after all these years, especially in the last few. This may sound a little granola woo-woo for some, but I can assure you there is a certain timing of things I continue to witness in my life that I have no other explanation for other than to call divine timing.
I’ve wrestled for several years to explain this concept, because on face value I acknowledge this concept sounds silly. This isn’t even getting into the fact that a multitude of factors (in my mind)…
If one were to mention the phrase “spiritual movie,” there’s a good chance many folks might think of something from the Wachowskis like The Matrix Trilogy or Cloud Atlas.
Others (including monks), might mention the literally timeless movie Groundhog’s Day that some (including monks, according to the film’s director Harold Ramis) would point to as an example of something akin to "Zen,” or maybe even spiritual.
I love all those movies. But I’m certain most wouldn’t even think to compare a black and white movie that premiered in 1950 as an example (or is perhaps the zenith) of a “Zen"…
Hi there. It’s been a while. Too long really, and for that I am truly sorry. I’ve tried staying in contact with some of you. But after a while, you know how it is, life gets funky… hustlin’ picks up, the journey continues. But, if it’s any consolation, I’ve been in the periphery, liking posts and following your burgeoning businesses and awesome healing events. Occasionally maybe I’ve…
I don’t relish what you’re about to read, and honestly take no joy in typing this. I debated about even sharing because I don’t like talking about this topic. It tires me out.
Look, I understand how we, as individuals and mildly sovereign beings, will do and think as each sovereign individual pleases, ideally so far as it doesn’t hurt others. However, herein lies a problem. I think this partly where frustrations of many in my weirdo millennial generation are congealing. The problem, you see, or rather… don’t always see, is that some of your actions of the political leaders…
The news media has most definitely NOT learned from the lessons of 2016. Despite some journalists and editors proclaiming they were going to do some introspection to understand the role the media played in the 2016 election, the news media is falling into some of the same terrible habits that I personally believe helped allow Donald Trump become the current 45th President of the United States in the first place. Spoiler alert, it’s mostly about the ratings.
I’ll be honest, I’m not a fan of wearing a mask.
It’s cumbersome, sometimes hard to breathe, and it feels weird to have to wear a mask in public places.
But I still wear one when I go grocery shopping. I still wear one when I have to be at work. I still wear one if I absolutely must go out. I don’t like it, yet I still do it. I’m sorry if that offends and/or triggers some of you, but I just don’t see what the big deal is. …
I’m sorry you are scared. Truly, I do hear your anxious sighs and nostalgic laments. I can imagine how at this point in time the world you know feels as if it’s coming undone. Quite frankly, it is. I’m not going to sugar coat it, or try to frame this in a way that makes it sound as though this moment in time is just a speed-bump. It’s not. Instead, this point in history is long overdue road work with a sour smell. The smell, by the way comes from the many bodies you’ve tried to bury and bullshit you…
This story originally appeared on the blog Enlightenment is Sexy back in 2015. It has since been edited slightly from its original version in order to fit the format of this Medium story and reflect more current events.
These high-profile names reflect just a few of the many well-known persons others might have (or still do) consider heroes. These people have also encountered varying degrees of infamy due to certain incidents that have damaged their reputation as heroes. …
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