Odd Man (or Woman) Out
Article ID: 1948
Age Group: Adult
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Author: Rev. Omi [a WitchVox Sponsor]
Posted: February 2nd. 1997
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It has only been the last few weeks that I understood how to use the electronic "address book" so now I don't lose people. I'm able to put anyone I'd like imprinted in electronic "stone" into the hard drive and unless that hard drive cra.... don't even THINK that! They are forever (what is forever in this day and age?) in my electronic address book (not quite the same, knowing that you are a series of 0's and 1's, rather than our personal contact information living in a special "little black book, ") we really have lost a great deal over the years regarding human contact. We are all just numbers on somebody's disc somewhere...
So now we buy dogs, because we have "bosses" (real people, or society's expectations, or parents, or spouses, or somebody's dreams or expectations of us at any rate). Dogs who sit by the door and wait for us. When we walk in at night we know that they will jump up on us; it's about the only thing, from too many entire days of stresses, that we can count on being a positive reaction.
Most of the day someone or something wants more and more of us than we can offer (time, money, some resource at any rate) either physically, psychologically, financially, or spiritually, someone always, ALWAYS wants to control us, tell us how to live, what to do, who to be, what to look at, what and when to touch whatever, do whatever, or see whatever , and we become so dependent we lose the ability to think for ourselves, to make any decisions for ourselves, except one.....we can "kick the dog!" (unless our neighbor sees us and reports us to some bureaucrat and then we just blew the entire point that I was trying to make), so if we ever want to try this, at the end of an impossible day, we must first close the front door, look around carefully to see if any blinds are up, listen for anyone inside the house, and then "kick the dog."
I know, it's not the same, it was that instant response that we needed, that freedom to make a decision without someone else's input, that independence, that entirely personal decision that we were after. Oh well, that's the cost of living in a civilized society..no freedom to think, act, or react, except by someone else's standards.
Is it any wonder that the consumption of drugs and alcohol is so high?
Is it any wonder that the only sex most of us get is synthesized through TV, newspaper, or other media advertising?
Our only adventures are "virtual, " to be observed from the cocoon-like safety of one's own couch, but not truly experienced. The world is reduced to flat two-dimensional 30-second sound bytes.
When someone touches someone else there's an attorney within a few feet ready to accuse the "touchor" of causing harm to the "touchee" and thus create another opportunity to fill the attorney's pocketbook and at the same time to ruin the lives of both of people involved in the attorney's game; society's game that everyone else is also playing.
And what about if you just want to touch someone's soul? If you just want to help someone to open up their eyes to themselves; to expand their own view of themselves. To see themselves clearly and see just how powerful, beautiful, special, precious, unique, and sacred people they are? To assist people in increasing their self-esteem. To touch others with their own heart chakra, to mingle the spirit of your essence with theirs and give "birth" to a bigger and brighter "them" in the process. Rather like a luscious fertility ritual that exists entirely on the unseen plane of existence, but the results are an entirely new being within a mature body. The person "fertilized" finds their inner core of existence and finally loves who they are; smiling they turn and walk away taller, bigger, brighter, and fuller. The "fertilizor, " who was just doing the job assigned to them by some outside force (we call God/Goddess) walks away feeling that the job they have been called to do was done well; real well. However, since no financial reward was involved in the activity, it was obviously all a fraud and didn't happen as described. It must therefore be verbally blasted until it no longer has any effects ("Wait! Those were positive effects!") on the person fertilized. And the rumor-mill must be feed regularly to teach others that no person dare to work against the system again, least they also be "tarred n' feathered, an' run out'a town."
So alas, the "fertilizor" has been run off into the desert to live an isolated life, since such nonconformist activity is not decreed and therefore must be stopped!!
So out into the dry, rocky, isolated dessert for punishment they must go with No TV, No billboards, No newspapers; nothing dictating acceptable behavior.
What harsh punishment this is, to be banished to a life of silence? They are cast off to listen only to the sound of wind whipping through the fluttering wings of tiny birds.
What harsh punishment this is, to be banished to a life of no electronic "Big Brother"? The only eyes looking back at them are those of the resident silver fox, or one or two pairs of eyes from the herd of mule deer who often stop and stare at this wretched cast-off; this stranger who invades their vision.
What harsh punishment this is, to be banished to a life without the odors of the city? The only smell is the very delicate scent of wild flowers floating along within the fresh, pure, clean mountain air.
What harsh punishment this is, to be banished to a life without the touch of a legal suit? The cool smooth touch is the first touch of an inquiring hand on 3 story high walls of rock out-croppings within deep canyons filled with the bedrooms of many of the Earth's finest creatures and the warm assuring touch is the feel of the Earth heated by the daily rays of warming sunlight on the soles of bare feet.
What harsh punishment this is, to be banished to a life without the taste of rancid, greasy, dead animals served on a bleached-out, poisoned, non-beneficial bun? The only drink is the sweet juice taken from fruit grown on virgin soil or the bread made from mesquite flour, both grown in the bosom of this newly acquired home.
Learn this lesson well. Conform to the laws of the land, or be cast out into such a meager existence. Cast off into a place where they will be forced to think for themselves, make their own decisions, and live only as they want to live.
Thus spake Omi.....
Rev. Jacque Omi Zaleski
High Priestess - Church of the Iron Oak
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