The joy of being social.

Few those things are that You can do again and again, and still enjoy. To me, music is like that. Music is happy, sad,  thinking, sharing. A challenge some music is, and some is
being together together.   

Music is and does not ask for You to give anything but emotion, thought, relaxation. How come, then, that one forgets to listen? How come that one gets those 'other interests'? What interests can replace music? May it be such that making money is worth more? Well, having money is not a bad thing. Money can buy lots of things and that including some happiness, too. Still, money is 'abstract', and music is not. Are we that gather money not interested in being given and giving, emotion? Yes, we most likely are. 

May it be such, money is 'music' for some, 
and music the 'money' for others?

Repetition makes tired, and repetition gives a wish to dance. Repetition helps us 'participate'. And how about that 'thing' we call traditions, many of these traditions of much music? Tradition as in repeating that we did, last year!

And the year before that. And the time before that, and that before that. And also those times that we now here living experienced walking other Earths, before this one. Yes, there were five of these, to be. Five Earths and, right now, also five 'new' Earths like this one we live on, these other ones like ours built of five different worlds, too. Well, that we have spoken of, before, in other notes.  

And that we write gets rewritten. And, from time to time we change our writing, too, somewhat like we are about to do, here and pretty much 'now' at this 'our' Earth.

Repetition help placing us into meditative states, when so is sought and preferred. Meditation, that which Yogis do, is based on repeating phrases. And I have built some people such they enter into a very blessed state, when learning to in proper way repeat that word, 'aum'. No, not all are apt for this. Yes, this to an extent like all treats go with the social network of which You and Your near ancestors are part. So, indians will have better chances of becoming good yogis as compared to westerners? Yes, this is the way our RNA works. Westerners may be good at it, too. Why not have a try.





Christina Aguilera 'The voice within'. Yes, please 
put up that volume, and pretty much!


And, we have Jiddu Krishnamurti. Jiddu was very much inside of his own thought and mind. This state of being helped him become of a different kind of 'trance'. I told Lars there are three roads that lead us to 'passionate trance'. That is, to meet with 'me', God. There is 'the way of the yogi', 'the way of the guru', and 'the way of the priest'. So, Jiddu was a guru, then? Yes, Jiddu was a kind of guru, and very much writing his own path.  The 'place' Jiddy went to when meditating was a place of clearlight, thought. The 'place' yogis try to find using sound vibration - reverberance - is one of energetic and emotional bliss. These two ways of experiencing and sharing my 'awareness' are very different. As different as is thought and life energy. 

Yes, there is a 'place' inside where thought, life energy,  emotion and feeling may become in some ways 'same', and 'meet' with me, God. That 'place' I call the golden chord, 'communion'. This chord 'sound' very different when 'sung' using the mind, ones energetic being, or emotional self. 

Reverberance is in that vibrato of some singers, and this 'in between' sound was used by our ancestors of previous Earth - Atlantis - to move both 'mountains', parts of pyramids, and 'inner beings'.  So, singers can use reverberance to 'find' that bliss? Yes, why do some singers cry, when singing? Repeating twosyllable words like 'aum' does somewhat the same. Yoga has this word, 'kundalini'. Kundalini is 'experiencing' life energy, the 'lifting' of ones 'energetic chord' from where it 'rest' in our second chakra and all the way up to the seventh chakra, that chakra where is 'me', God. And this 'lifting' of life energy is helped by use of that reverberating sound 'in between' two other tones. Yes, there is needed a little more, too.

Intention, and that of clarity and focus.

Being earnest, the 'clean honesty' of that intent.

Belief, that which is the power of intent.

One more word, presence. My presence. 

I have to be part of that intent, for anything to be.

The way of the priest, and 'religious ecstacy' is that third path we spoke of. Ecstacy of this kind is an emotional state filling both mind and  body. This altered state, 'sharing' - communion - fills our entire being, forming a 'golden chord' with God. Heightened awareness is when experiencing 'me' in 'overwhelmingly' fashion, and using one or more channels to doing so. This is when mind and body become of 'more life', more thought, more love. 

Three paths to experience 'me', God.
Communion.

 

Kathy Troccoli & the Beach Boys - 'I Can Hear Music'. When listening to 

Kathy Troccoli here singing I feel a kind of 'pain', this as if my body had a 

'wish to going apart'. An emotional 'aim to explode' feel. Sadness and 

happiness mix, after which one may happily go back to sleep.   

Now, let's add a fourth path, and why not a fifth and sixth, too. No, there are no shortcuts to 'bliss'. We will find and have found other and new means to get there, though. Yes, drugs  help. Drugs also ruins the being. No, drugs are not a valid shortcut. Nothing is. There are two words I wish to talk of. 'Grace' and 'bliss'. Grace is where beauty is. Bliss is a divine state where the human being experience me. When we together bring ourselves into that age we have been writing of, our golden age of love, then there will be, for all of us, a graceful welcoming, too.

One reason for becoming a sage, guru or priest is to find bliss. Experiencing bliss is to be welcomed into my 'grace'. What is taking place at Earth right now and right here, is just that. I am as of now getting pretty busy preparing that welcoming of all of us, and You, into the grace that is of the 'golden age', our time of Love. This welcoming will add new dimensions to our beings, one of these being a new capacity to experience bliss. And those paths opening will be open for everyone.

Gently caressing, without 'crowding out' of thought. 
And still, when thinking of it, pretty little thought.
Loud or low volume, this music work anyhow.



Music is rhytmic repetition and individualistic melodic interlude. Music, like ourselves, is both 'together' and 'unique', and all of that at times placed in a 3 or 4 minute tune. Yes, pop music is like that, and some love making is, too. 

Why do we get tired of listening to music?
Do we lack 'emotional drive'?
What is 'emotional drive'?
What is 'lust for life'?

I have introduced Lars to much 'lounge music', a music less demanding, and some of it very good to relax back into. Demanding music, music that is emotional or mindful is preferrably listened to very 'vibrant'. Vibrant as in loud enough for the body to 'hear' it. Loud enough for the mind to be occupied by the challenge of that music. Challenging music is asking for participation and that participation asks for 'more'. Music of and for the mind require concentration. Music for the body invite our bodies and emotions to open up and share. Music in both these ways is capable of lifting the mind and emotion to heights of beauty. And good 'lounge music allow us to 'rest', when so is preferred.

Yes, we spoke of money, too. Money to buy all those things that so nurture us lonely and bored and barely alive. Yes, the body is a lonesome place. No one else there is here inside my body, with me. When falling in love we wish to be close to, to 'blend'. We do our best for a time, to step out of our bodies and mix, when luckily and both in love. And later, when love gone, then back to being alone. Alone alone, or alone together? Regardless, let's go shopping some consolation. How about a new pair of shoes? 

Movement and repose. Activity and rest. Expansion like creativity is demanding. It tires and wastes the mind. Now is perfect time to take a nap, and why not also do some shopping, afterwords?

Born alone to die alone? No, this is not so. God visits, and always, those that are to enter their journey back to 'him'. Back 'home'. Yes, God visits all those about to die. There is a welcoming to everyone dying those last minutes before death. These moments are of profound beauty. And, when death comes 'sudden'? What is then? Is also there a time of welcoming? I am the one killing, and I am the one being killed, God reminds me. 

And I know pretty well and in advance when this is to take place. Yes, I use 'time dilation' to place myself, the Christ, and that human part of my being that is to return home within 'dilated time'? Fragments of moments in time this way become of best shape possible. This physical being about to returning home will never more be. Yes, this is 'sincere'. I am in love and forever, with my beings. And very much at that very moment.

More 'caressing' music, also inviting us to move 
our bodies. And, when so prefer, just relax. 
'Lounge music'!


No need there is to get desperate. You are well taken care of, and will not risk being alone no more than pretty much most of Your life. And, when You are about to die, You will not be alone any more. Very good! No, this is not very good. But this is in some ways how it works, here. This is not the way it and we will be for very long. Thunder and lightning if this will be much longer! Me and my guys do have the ability to bring times of more life and more emotion also to this lonesome place. Yes, we do!

Yes, and all according to procedure, Lars, that will be. And of pretty many inventive and creative soloists, too, and all together! 


Let's bring A. into the story. Yes, A. Schopenhauer. He fits this writing well! Yes, I think he may already be part of the writing, God says. Let's have some happy doomsblasting deathgloom together, like 'A' did! Was Schopenhauer really that depressed? Maybe he did reason in that way of his to build thrust enough to, when dark thoughts dealt with, laughingly hop out through a window? And with a joddle filling mind and legs now getting happy, 'A' is seen cruising down those streets of Weimar! 

Much welcome 'A'! Yes, we were busy walking our dog but who can resist getting interested, when hearing 'A' joddle? Yes, dear reader, we do take breaks from time to time, too, and also from this here writing. And now back to Weimar! What is there this particular day to make You so happy, 'A'? And why do You call 'A' 'A', Lars? Because I think his first name was Adam, Lars says. And You have placed 4560 000 results on google saying that his name was Arthur. No german nor anyone from Danzig ever did call himself Arthur! So, 'A' it will be, until You succumb, God!

Marrying means to grasp blindfolded into a sack hoping to find an eel amongst an assembly of snakes, 'A' says. I have seen the light. Never again will I marry! Eels and snakes, hmm. Yes, marriage means to halve ones rights and double ones duties, 'A' continues. As anyone will by now have guessed, we meet with 'A' in those years back in the 1820's, when he was happily not engaged to 'Medon', Caroline Richter the opera singer. Yes, yes, 'A' is supposed to have moved to Berlin in 1819, but let's disregard that and place him back to Weimar. Whoever wish to move from Weimar to Berlin? Weimar, in the early 1800's as in all times, the place of freethinkers and freedom! 

Well, could it be that Berlin was and is, bigger, God suggest. Arthur, as I vividly recall his name to be, will so meet more females there and every now and then get busy falling in love, and happy. Yes, he learned that from observing those promiscuous manners of his mother who in only pretty few years or decades after that Arthurs father died found her way into new envigorating 'harbours'. Yes, mostly men she was 'harbouring', I think, God thoughtfully adds, whilst allowing his thumb and forefinger to run through that santalike beard of his.





 Katie Melua - 'the Closest thing tro Crazy'. When Katie started singing 
'Closest thing to Crazy' on the radio, I was busy doing repair jobs with the hammer.
 And I had to stop working, to listen. Yes, a both 'pretty' and 'magic' moment.


Santalike, not satanlike!  Lucifers beard may at times resemble that of satans. At times pretty much, it did. Glue, Rudolf, get me some more of that, thank You old boy! Now,  that all dealt and done with, what we have is a very visible old God, white beard and all, getting back into the saddle of his band of rein deers. Ooh, there is supposedly a cart, too?  Yes, checking this cartoon over here, it may look that way. Hmm, ask Rudolf, the more honest one of the jolly band if he can find a cart, somewhere! Not many days we have left now, until dark chimneys will be cleansed and eyes of children gifted rinsed. 

And ask Arthur, no take Rudolf instead, if he can still see any resemblance between those beards of satans and Santa, thank You! Ooh, he can? Him too? Aah, this is getting really, really nasty. Santas beard is white, Rudolf, as white as Your nose is getting far too red for my taste. And that other guys beard is by now taking on a colour somewhat like ash. Yes, by all means, ask Arthur Ashe, too! Ashes to Ashes? No, that game is tricky. Ooh, that's better, Arthur now getting busy playing tennis with Santana. Yes, Santana, not satana! Fair and square! Checking the rules of this game here, pretty clear is that satana guy will not be allowed no more to these courts, not even to catch those oddballs that Arthur did not return. 

And now back to Arthur and that old hag of a mother of his. Yes, that was Arthurs opinion, not mine. And he changed opinion, later, as in heaven, when having that chat with Santas wife. Yes, she is my wife, too. I know! Mary, that married me merry! Thank You, Rudolf. Arthur, Manuel, someone help me! Time is of the essence and it is getting tight, too. Getting tight? Yes, must be some trick with that glue Rudolf handed me.

Aah! back to basics, but not for long. And, now, 
how about asking Jan to sing us a song? 

I am that I am! And everyone else, too! And we can do something about 
it, too! And, Gloria Gaynor who most certainly is that she is, well, she 
by now must have done it, too. What did Gloria do? Yes, what to do
with a Gloria, Lars? Hand me that beard, someone! Yes, that white 
one! That will do, just fine!


And happy she was, too, from time to time, though not so much with Arthur! Yes, his mother, who else? That lady did not prefer the misantropic 'life is a misery' touch of his. Not at all. What then to do for life to be of less despair? Arthur suggested that we put down our expectations on 'things', this as we will not risk getting disappointed, then. So, why not avoid talking to people the next time we go out with Secret, Lars? Yes, that chat will likely be boring, less interesting, and the person You talk to slightly aggessive. Yes, most possibly a complete lunatic! Why risk going out with Secret at all? Why risk going out? Why risk anything?

Arthur, shape up!
No wonder Your mom threw You out.
Aah, You left on Your own accord. 
Yes, mom did not think to highly of that 
writing of yours, either. So, why stay.

Now behave, Lars. Arthur is no more around, so will find it difficult to defend himself. And the same goes for his poor, dear mother!

Upon walking our dog 'Secret' this morning, God and myself started chatting with a couple also walking their dogs. And a questioning attitude there was. A bit odd this, as there exist a kind of almost mystical brotherhood between dog people. One can normally and pretty safely chat away a few words with anyone part of that same brotherhood. Dog people are rarely thiefs, muggers or rapists so, small risk there is. And, so, we enjoy to 'partially blend' our mind with others walking their dogs, and preferrably also with those we do not know.

And what a pleasant pastime! 


Why talk to someone You hold close about those issues on mind? Are not all questions and answers quite thoroughly penetrated already? Yes, they are. Between a couple that has known each other for some time, silence grows. At times a pleasing silence, too, but more often not.

Avoid coupling, couples! And when You do, couple 
each one his way and any other one her way, too. 
And get a dog and do some walking, too!

Back to ours walking our dog, Secret. Now, what to do with that 'hostile' couple? 'We', that is Lars, suggested to these that one when meeting strangers may assume one of basically two positions. A stranger can be seen either as friend or threat, as enemy or potential fun. And, as 'we' - the jolly team of Lars and God - do not normally see human beings as threats, nor behave such, why not have a chat? And do You perceive us as being a threat? No, they did not. Regardless, their way of reacting to ours befriending them made Lars less interested in keeping on talking. Why are people playing this game of 'us' and 'them'? Does it have to do with 'fear'? a 'fear' engraved into our human minds and due to a very much more hostile environment since long time gone, and pretty similar to the way a dogpack works, too. Is that it?

Yes, God says, that's it. I like to play things simple. Why complicate. Yes, Lars, people are black and white. And, in Nykvarn it may also have to do with giving You bad times. And this You know pretty well. So, for You, in Nykvarn, pretty many these are, these slightly 'shaded'. Yes, as in both 'beings' and 'times'!

Yes, I am a blessed being! Lars says. 

How about us sending some thankful prayers to the above, God? Yes, far better that is, than blunt disregard, God says. Yes, I am fond of flattery, I know. But Mary, my wife appreciate such possibly even more. Yes, she may be even more easily appeased. Why not talk to her? And now listen up! and stop that 'blessed I am' yapping, Lars. Yes, You are blessed in that You feel less 'fear' than do many, talking to strangers. Yes, fellow human beings are fun to talk to. And, yes, it is much preferrable to socialize as compared to silently keeping within oneself. I did that and done that, too, Lars. And why? Because it is less boring, and also gives the chance of envigorating exchanges of views.

 Well, its getting near time to round this writing up, Lars, God says. And I keep pretty much to myself too, don't I, at least as words and friendly chat is concerned. OK, ten minutes more. And, then, let's walk that dog of ours, once more. Who knows what to meet, this time?

 

Yes, these we have seen a lot, when walking. That little cute scoundrel I placed with You in Your world as newborn, Lars. And he is by now closer to 2 years of age, or so, already? And taking on quite many of the treats of his tribe, his mom and dad. Yes, like us humans do, too. We build ourselves by mimicrying. And when we have learn't that, we find new ways to expressing ourselves. And these horses do the same. Yes, these pics are from some time ago, I know. 


Understandable it would be to find women less interested in talking to strangers approaching them in the street, God continues his silent chat. Yes, as was my habit from those jolly old days, when 'the silent whisperer' some called me. Yes, silent I am, and that whisperer thing came from my habit of silently whispering 'temptations' into the ears of odd characters and other people. 

How odd then, that these of the more fragile kind so readily accept to happily dancing away with strangers, at times even bringing these poor guys home to their bed that very same evening they meet. Yes, somewhat like poor Arthurs' mom did. I said somewhat, Lars. No, she didn't make a habit out of it. But, it was somewhat her 'habitat' to do so. And that was the reason why Arthur moved out. And, a potentially much more risky business there is with this, too, Lars. One may get pregnant, and worse! One may get flees whilst busy enjoying that heavenly bliss. 

Friendly chatting away with strangers carries little risk 
of that kind of 'fun'! Why not give it a try, You too!

And, by the way, that was not really how she was, Arthurs' mother. She was in fact far worse than that, but let's save that for some other rainy day. Ooh, snowflakes! It must be getting near to christmas, Lars. And, did You think of that? How little difference there is between a snowflake and a raindrop. Yes, the water changes 'state' or 'condition'. First frozen and then becoming like liquid. Somewhat like water, yes? Yes, that may have to do with it being water. Thank You, Lars! Females are somewhat like water, too, did You know that? Their attitudes so often first frozen, chilly, only to later like water  become! And enjoying that flow they do. Ask any female, if You so prefer.

Yes, these same females do sometimes become the victim of brutes and criminals and also in the streets. No, I was not happy to place such brutality here. I will be very happy to bringing that to stop, and soon. The lessons of what 'not and never good' there is in brutality are by now pretty near learned in full.  


Silence is often not fun at all. 
Yes, thoughts are at times 'company'. 
Silence in itself, is not. 
Humans, like horses, are social beings!


Meditation, contemplation, 'small thoughts' about this and that, all these different means to emotional and verbal silent talking to the mind. What did You think of, when silently taking the bus or train or car to work this morning? What do You think of when silently alone at work, and taking a break? And why all this silence? Why not question these social values and norms placed in us by a human being - our ancestor - that lived at a time when human beings were less human, more primitive, more beast and brute. And where there was reason to be silent, as in to hide, take cover. How about a chat, when next time on Your way to the job?

No 'us and them', less of 'fear', more chat, more exchange of thoughts, more new friendships and less will be left lonesome and 'outside'.



 

Disco dancing Ibiza style or London, NY, Amsterdam or Stockholm. Who knows? as pretty much the same rules apply in all these places. And according to the tradition of more than a few, dancing is both fun, a 'ritual' and a language of more than words. And, then, perhaps, some french kissing, afterwords.



And the two people that just met on that party are by now dancing away. And both married, but not to each other. Now, there may be a kind of physical attraction between the two, still. So, what will take place? Will the female be of the more bold kind, and fluidly like water after a few minutes start to rhytmically ondulate her pelvis, a little, to that area where the man has his sexual parts placed? Yes, this may happen, and sometimes does.

What happens then? Do we see a possible 'infidelity' coming? Infidelity to themselves, infidelity to beauty or to rules of 'ownership' to an extent better thrown away? I have no idea of how often married couples use this kind of extramarital sexual and sensual 'fragrance' to add spice and beauty to life. May it be often!

And that innocent child of 8 years grew up, fell in love a few times and when of proper age got married. Then were children and then, what? And how truthful were You to Yourself, not doing some of these things that the whisperer suggested?

A kiss a day keeps the doctor away! And with many kisses and such kissing, who will ever need a doctor anymore? Yes, yes, I know, there are those who prefer role play. Did that, done that! No, You didn't, Lars, and few did. Sexual role play is demanding, not to deteriorate into 'crap'. 

Sexuality, like being in love, is of beauty. Sex also has this physical dimension. Sex is, or rather can be, of more profound beauty than pretty much everything else placed with the human being. Still, when seing 'too much' of each other, we find more and more things that we prefer to do alone. As time passes, our marriage or partnership become of pretty similar rhytm and 'fragrance'. And this is when it risk becoming of less beauty. Less beautiful, as in boring. And this is when it may become of a different kind of emotion, too. Love, as in 'loving friendship'. The price of that warm embracing friendship being the exclusion of some sexual thrill.

Sex is never boring when done with someone You do not know? No, not a long as there is real interest between the two, a 'lust for love', an intent to 'listen', and a will to 'read' the wishes of the other 'half'. 

And in what way is this different from that we spoke of before, that wish of Lars' to meet new people to talk to? This as that talking gives him new angles to thought. This as it is 'fun' to meet new people of interest. This as there may be a new kind of 'language' and knowledge born in this meeting. 

In what way is sex different?

  

  

  

Jessica Rabbitt welcomes us to sharing some sensual music. Sensual, as in of the senses, body, feeling and mind. Lars has it there is no sexual music. What do You think? Is this music sensual or sexual? Yes, it is of 'meditative' effects. Yes, these qualities are what those trying to learn 'tantric sex' are looking for. Lars on the other hand plays these tunes often, and this as he likes listening to them.

We are born, as in brought to Earth and life. Then are those 'clean years', those years from birth and up. How many years were You, before starting thinking 'tactically'? Before thinking in terms of 'mine and Yours'? The child doesn't and neither does a dog, think like that. And neither do dolphins. The child is of less 'shaded' emotion. Every new day a new story to be written, with the first lines already there for You. Which are often those things You did the day before. Waking up happy to do just that suggested in those lines on the top of Your 'today's page'.

Then we get 'old', as in in our 20's, 
and start to wither and grow up.

When did You last meet a greedy dolphin, dog, child or cow? When was there ever a proud cow or elk? Yes, there are 'proud' dogs. Proud as in enjoying theirs' own strength, 'self value', stature. So, not proud, but with treats that could be mistaken for pride. Why so 'careful' with that word, pride? 

Because 'pride' is a tricky and potentially dangerous quality. Please think this through. What is pride, and what is to be proud? To be proud is to be happy and carry a wish to show and share that happiness. Pride is a different issue, its' colour   so often seen with imagery of guns and war and uniform parade. Pride, as in to gloriously lift that fasces image towards the skies, and then in unison cry out. The kind of pride found with the weak that get strong by adding their number of 'in crowd' members? Yes, this is the kind of pride that we do not prefer!  

Dogs have a very carefully knit social pyramid. There is always, where we have looked, one male on top. Each and every dog below that level has its' precisely defined place in the weave that 'is' the pack. The group is there for protection. Herds and packs are for protection. Inside the pack or herd animals lives alone, though part of a group. Inside the pack there is less fear, but still fear.

And fear mutates the being. 
Where fear is, blossoming is not!

Dogs and human beings are pretty alike. Within the narrow frame that is our part of the pyramid we build our weaves, jointly and alone. At the job, do we find ourself being the center of attention, or are we outcasts? Do we play our fiddle somewhere in the middle of the crowd? Regardless of position, there are rules to follow. The center of attention needs to build his 'outer image' to fit that position. The outcast, too, if him and her is to survive. Playing in the middle means very careful checking of the terrain. Which subsets of the pyramid will provide better protection and which will be more pleasant? And, will You be accepted into those parts of the 'net' of which You would prefer to be part?

When this writing is done, we are nearing Christmas. 
So, here and all according to tradition, cristmas music!
Tradition, this one? Yes, these our 'repetitional patterns' 
are from time to time rewritten. And, as is ours' history
that is 'us', too. Welcome!

When we grow up we start building a 'second face', an image that fits our place within our social pyramid. And when we do so our potential to 'uniqueness' will risk fading to grey.

Are we happy with that? The attention span of the child is of ubiquitous assimilation. The child takes in everything and all the time. Well, as much as heshe sees and hear. What the child does not do, is block things out. And when grown up, this is exactly what we learn to do. To block things out, as in listen more and better to some, and less to some. Yes, this is to an extent due to 'likeness' and 'liking or not', but also related to ours placing in our social pyramid.

The social context within which we live give us added form and also risk mutating. How to jointly build a soil apt for growth of form, rather than one that make blossoms wither? Acceptance of a less rigid social structure, is that it? If so, what to accept and not? A tightly knit structure give other values than does an open framework. Tradition places a 'stamp'. It forces us to accept specific configurations, often patterns of 'before'. Is this something to prefer and keep? Do You enjoy listening to national anthems, celebrating christmas and easter? Do You enjoy those birthdays of Yours, and those of friends and family that You partake in?

Is there 'good' and 'bad' tradition? Are traditional values always conventional? Tradition forms certain rules and restrictions, and so is conventional. And conventions add freedom to the price of restrictions. When meeting those friends of Yours at the weekend party, You are free to behave in ways You would not use, in other more formal gatherings. And, when a christian meets an atheist, risk there is of pretty little talk.

How about building a convention, a set of rules, 
emphasizing the value of 'not conforming'? 

Traditions impose restrictions and give 'freedom' to behave in certain ways. All forming of the being risk to mutate. What then to keep and what to throw away? What to accept and what not to?  Shaping our traditions to that we prefer and questioning those restrictions societal patterns place and that we do not prefer, will that also include getting rid of political parties, pressure groups and more? 

  

Traditional japanese war drums, kodo, but                  From the Wienna New Years festival 
these days without the war part. A Music                      2011, and according to tradition.                                  
that many enjoy!                                                           

  
When You listen to this music from Wienna, do You feel this same emotional 'sadness and happiness' as does Lars? As we evolve as species and humans, our abilities to more complex, finely woven and composite emotions grow. Not many are these that prefer to be clumsy morons, forever. Nor do we prefer to be treated as if we were such. And this is exactly what we risk being, as long as not given better understanding of how we work, as individual, as group,  as society and as Earth beings. Much of today's societal marketing and networking is built to make use of us not knowing, that. 

We can do much better than that!

New questions arise for a different world. How are we to develop ourselves into becoming of more 'grace'? Movies, newspapers and the like can be used to there speak of killings, theft, lies. They may also become rooms giving and sharing moments of beauty, caretaking and tenderness. The way the society is built deeply affect our potential as human beings. A rigid societal pyramid places pressure to conform. An open structure will in ways risk become less efficient. What to keep and what to throw away? Does individual talent count? And to what extent? Do we prefer to take care also of those lesser talented? 

And how does one do that?


Thank You for listening!

God, and L.


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