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Weeds are People, Too

I have always loved dandelions.  From their bright yellow blooms to their white, floating seeds that we called, “Santa Clauses” as children, I have always loved them.  And I know that they are edible, too, although I admit I have never tried eating or drinking any part of or recipe containing dandelion.  I will endeavor to do so, after finishing this post.

However, today as I contemplate the yard work which awaits, this nagging question keeps gnawing at my consciousness:  Who decides which plants are good and which are bad?  Here in the desert, we have much vegetation that grows, survives, and thrives naturally.  Many insects and some small animals feed off these indigenous plants.  When in bloom, African daisies are some of the most beautiful “weeds” I have ever seen, with their bright orange and yellow blossoms blanketed atop their green-stem foundations.

As I dig and pull out a weed by its roots from a crack in the driveway, I contemplate the conflict inside me.  Why do we work so hard to remove, control, oppress these living things that occur so naturally?  Why do we spray poisons on them to prohibit their lives and their growth?  And then we turn around and plant seeds to grow grasses, and we dig holes and insert plants and trees that, while they may appear beautiful, require the utmost of maintenance, water, and care in order to sustain life and to thrive.  It is so counter-intuitive to me that we place such importance on making the appearance of our yards so pleasing to the eyes of others; and the eyes of others also depend upon the judgment of our eyes to accept and appreciate their efforts in herbicide and germination.  Murder that which does not please us, and coddle that which is unnatural.  And we are praised by each other for doing so; and we are judged and reprimanded by each other if we do not abide by this senseless cycle of killing and nurturing.

It is an inner conflict in me, a conflict which I am working to resolve, to see the beauty in all living things.  All is created from love, and all strives to exist and to thrive for love.  No one living thing is less worthy of a bountiful, complete existence than any other.  I am struggling with this conflict as I fight the urge to kill a spider in the corner.



Thing Called Life

I love this thing called life.

I love people, I love animals, I love nature and weather and the things that delight the known senses.  I love interacting, because in interacting, we exchange spirit. 

But mostly I am an observer.  My world orbits outside yours, not quite to the side, almost underneath.  It is a dimension not yet labeled.  It is here, and it is not.  You cannot conceive of this dimension—you think you know too much.

I am not invisible, and yet I am not visible on the earthly physical plane of existence which you are accustomed to viewing and experiencing.

There is another sense, another existence, and another communication that is neither physical nor telepathic.  You do not know this existence yet, this other sense.  It has not been defined or labeled.  You have been given the opportunity to see and hear with six senses, and yet you use only five.  But there are other senses, too, which you do not know, about which you have not heard.  They can be felt in spirit, but only if you are in spirit.  Humanity will come to know and be well versed in the sixth sense soon.  But it will be a millennia before the seventh sense is known; and it will be aeons before the other senses are revealed, and known.  You are a child in spirit—there is so much you do not know, and so much that you think you know, that you do not.  You are, quite simply, ignorant.

But it is not important for you to try to understand at this point.  All will be revealed to you as you are ready.  You cannot rush, you cannot hasten…you must wait.  You must learn before you are ready.  And you are not learned yet. 

This thing called life…such as it is with humanity, on this earth, is a mere blip on the radar of existence.  It is veiled with the notions and all the latest understandings the human ego will allow.  It is limited by the understanding of your mind and your heart and your spirit, limited by what you allow yourself to ingest.  When you are ready, you will be free to see all—not with your optical eyes or even with your mind’s eye, for your mind’s eye will seem like child’s play once all is revealed to you.  You are a spiritual infant, and when you are ready, child, you will truly live.  There is no such thing as a limit in existence…existence is eternal, and you are eternal.  But you do not know this yet—your mind and your ego are preventing your real learning and knowledge. 

Even as you read this, you balk.  That is ego.  Let it go.  Just…be.  Do you know how to just ‘be’?

This thing called ‘life’…the parenthesis in the timeline of existence…is a pause in the eternal subway station.  Do not get hung up because someone didn’t offer you a seat—another ride is waiting for you.