I've been a lot happier
since I've become more spiritual. I saw two spirits in the last two days. First in the dense morning fog on Wednesday, driving over the bridge into Little Silver, I swear I saw a being float swiftly and smoothly into the trees.
Then tonight, driving home from Zakk's, a very fair, light brown deer leaps onto the road, stares at my car briefly, then hops back into the yards. It got me thinking so much. I can't believe the way our kind just moved into Turtle Island, renamed it "America," declared ourselves the true owners, murdered the locals and destroyed the way of life they'd been practicing for millenia. Meanwhile, the natives who have been on Turtle Island for hundreds of thousands of years, the deer, suddenly find themselves lost in an artificial world of wood, fences, and roads in only some 50 or 60 years. Fortunately, because of the unprecented level of world destruction of our kind, we won't be here fucking everything up for that many generations left. It would be like a bum moving into your perfectly cleaned and neat home and trashing everything. At least he leaves the next morning. We "Americans" will be doing that soon enough. Then the deer will have their home back.
I don't care what logic or the reasoned mind out to dictate. A wise mind is a balanced mind, mixing the objective with the subjective. What I saw both times were spiritual manifestations of this very planet. I have my own theory about the fog spirit, and about fog generally, but I am far too exhausted.
Goodnight everybody.
Then tonight, driving home from Zakk's, a very fair, light brown deer leaps onto the road, stares at my car briefly, then hops back into the yards. It got me thinking so much. I can't believe the way our kind just moved into Turtle Island, renamed it "America," declared ourselves the true owners, murdered the locals and destroyed the way of life they'd been practicing for millenia. Meanwhile, the natives who have been on Turtle Island for hundreds of thousands of years, the deer, suddenly find themselves lost in an artificial world of wood, fences, and roads in only some 50 or 60 years. Fortunately, because of the unprecented level of world destruction of our kind, we won't be here fucking everything up for that many generations left. It would be like a bum moving into your perfectly cleaned and neat home and trashing everything. At least he leaves the next morning. We "Americans" will be doing that soon enough. Then the deer will have their home back.
I don't care what logic or the reasoned mind out to dictate. A wise mind is a balanced mind, mixing the objective with the subjective. What I saw both times were spiritual manifestations of this very planet. I have my own theory about the fog spirit, and about fog generally, but I am far too exhausted.
Goodnight everybody.