December 18, 2005

• The Price of a New Paradigm

  The two paragraphs below, which I think make an adequate introduction to this topic, are from an earlier post of mine:

  
  In my opinion, as spiritual works and guides to highly-evolved human
  conduct, there are better works in print than the Holy Bible, Qur’an,
  Torah, Popol Vuh, Bhagavad Gita, or any of their ilk.  Two of these I most enjoy
  and respect are The Urantia Book and Neale Donald Walsch’s Conversations with God. 
  To me, it stands to reason that as our species continues to evove
  intellectually, culturally, and spiritually, we naturally achieve a
  broader and deeper understanding of reality. 

  To rephrase that,
  the old books are obsolete.  In the absence of and toward the
  establishment of a direct communion with the Great Spirit, such
  recently channeled works can be of great assistance to the spiritual
  seeker, much more assistance than works compiled millennia ago and
  perverted to the political ends of many power elites in the
  interim.   How can we expect to find God in books of human
  politics that advocate such ungodly practices as genocide and genital
  mutilation, to cite just an alliterative couple of examples?

  We have a generation of children now who are more empathic and
  telepathic than their ancestors.  In case you are not already
  familiar with the Indigos, I will post some informative links at the
  end here.

  I have a great deal in common with these younger Indigos.  One
  does not have to be a member of that generation to have the
  predominately indigo aura and the open Third Eye.  My
  twenty-four-year-old son and I, who am sixty-one, came ahead of the
  wave.  Sensitives who know both of us have said that he chose me to
  be his mother because I had what he needed.

  Apparently, what he needed was a lot of love and tolerance, a parent
  who would work to protect and guide him, not control him. 
  Together, he and I fumbled our way through his public school education,
  never able to gain the sort of flexibility and enlightened
  responsiveness from the system that he would have needed to gain the
  maximum benefit from it.

  Doug was quite young when I realized that he would willfully reject
  commands when told to do things, but would eagerly apply himself to
  tasks that I wanted him to do, if I only thought about them.  I
  doubt if many mothers of my generation would pick up so quickly on
  their child’s empathic/telepathic ability.  This is the sort of
  accommodation that the mothers of the Indigo generation will need to
  make if they are to rear sane, productive and fulfilled men and women.

  There is a great deal of violence being acted out by Indigos. 
  Many of them turn their violence upon themselves, cutting their flesh,
  bleeding because they know not what else to do.  This makes sense
  when one understands their emotional vulnerability, their psychic
  sensitivity, and their high level of spiritual evolution.  That
  can be a horrible and volatile combination when it comes under the
  influence of our authoritarian, violent, third-eye-blind culture.

  I could do a book-length treatise on this subject.  Tonight, I
  want to focus on what goes on in the mind of
  an empath-telepath when continually subjected to hypocritical
  behavior.  We are taught that our elders are our betters and that
  they are to be obeyed and emulated.  We are taught that lying is
  evil, sinful, wrong and punishable.  Yet we hear lies all the time
  from our elders and “betters,” recognize them as lies, know what the
  thought is behind the lie, and see the liars honored for their
  dishonesty.

  A career of three decades as a psychic counselor has revealed to me
  that many members of this culture are not as third-eye-blind as they
  pretend to be.  They not only recognize the falsity of many if not
  all of the “polite fictions” I am going to list here, they knowingly
  perpetrate them, being too lazy or cowardly or stupid to stray from the
  herd.  I will return to that thought later, to present what I see
  as the potential peril inherent in that behavior, but now, the
  abbreviated list:

  “Excuse me…”

  Coming after a little belch or a noisy fart (nobody is going to use
  this phrase to acknowledge being the source of a silent but deadly
  fart), this one is mostly meaningless and probably only harmful in that
  it can convey the impression that such universal and ubiquitous bodily
  functions are somehow wrong. 

  Coming after someone blows tobacco smoke in one’s face or coughs
  without an attempt to cover the cough, it conveys a complete disregard
  for the health and safety of the one who is expected to “excuse” the
  inexcusable lapse of considerate behavior.

  Perhaps the most egregious abuse of that “polite” phrase is the loud
  declamation of it as some boorish creep comes shoving through a crowd,
  knocking people aside and stepping on toes.   I would prefer
  a straightforward, “Coming through!” accompanied by as much fancy
  footwork as possible to avoid injuring others.  Even,
  “ooooOOGaaah…” would be better in that situation than, “excuse me,”
  but when I’m getting my toes trod upon, I’d rather not have my ears
  assaulted at the same time.  How about a pleasant little, “beep…
  beep,” like the garbage truck does when it’s in reverse?

  This may just be my peculiar Indigo disinclination toward taking
  orders, or my Virgoan persnicketitiousness over sloppy communication. 
  When the accompanying behavior and underlying attitude bespeak an
  assumption of privilege and taking of liberties, a few empty
  supplicating words are not going to make that any more pleasant to
  endure or easy to accept.

  “Excuse me,” is also often used with the same gestures and covert meaning as the first sense of, “I’m sorry,” below.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Said with a tilt of the head to expose an ear, or even a hand lifted
  and cupped behind an ear, this one can mean, “Say again!”  It
  almost never comes along with a facial expression indicating the
  listener feels himself to be at fault for not hearing.  The vibes
  usually convey annoyance and the face is scowling when that gesture is
  made with those empty words.

  At all levels of discourse in this culture, “I’m sorry,” is expected to
  let the speaker off the hook for something he has done.  Sorry
  don’t cut no ice.  Sorry doesn’t fix anything.  Saying it
  insults the person who has been injured or wronged. 

  More egregiously unjust than the simple fact of its being a meaningless
  copout, is that there are people who self-righteously take offense if
  someone refuses to accept such an inadequate and hypocritical
  “apology.”  Plaintively, they say, “but I said I was sorry,” as if it means something.  A true apology in the old sense was supposed to explain or justify something. 

  The most horrid abuse of “I’m sorry,” the empty pseudo-apology, is the
  official sort in which governments and institutions admit that they or
  their predecessors did grievous harm, but that they intend to make no
  material reparations for it.  “Here,” they say, “take these two
  words and go away.”

  “Why?”

  Here, I am not referring to the plaintive questions that seek a deeper
  meaning or higher purpose to some natural catastrophe or accidental
  occurrence.  We all know that the people who ask why in such
  situations are only seeking the consolation of an assurance that God
  works in mysterious ways and there must be some deeper meaning or
  higher purpose to it all.  That’s a subject for an entire other
  rant.  I have given that issue my most patient and tolerant
  treatment here.

  I’m talking about what my mentor Dick Sutphen refers to as “unevolved
  why questions.”  One type of them is usually aimed at people we
  feel have somehow let us down.  “Why were you late?”  “Why
  don’t you love me any more?”  “Why can’t you…?”  “Why
  aren’t you…?”  Dick has a succinct all-purpose answer to
  them:  “Because I am a terrible person, and I don’t deserve to
  live.”  In our household, that one breaks the tension and breaks
  us all up in laughter every time someone uses it.  It really
  serves the morons right for asking such stupid questions.

  Of course, nobody who asks why in those circumstances is looking for
  the true reasons.  Often in those cases, there are no logical
  reasons.  People who ask why just don’t want to come out and say
  that they are aggrieved or offended, which leads to my next polite
  fiction, which is often combined with “Why?” for a classic one-two
  punch.

  “Just curious…”

  This one is a pusillanimous copout for when someone is being judgmental
  but is too insecure to come right out and say they disapprove of
  another’s behavior.  “I’m just curious why you’re beating your
  wife.”  “Excuse me, but I was wondering… Why are you wearing my
  good shirt to change the oil in your car? …just curious.”

  This culture has many similar terms and phrases that are used only when they are not
  true.  When true, such things go without saying.  The only
  time someone thinks of saying these things is when they wish to invoke
  them as excuses, to claim some unearned honor, or to deny some true
  accusation.  These include statements such as, “I’m an honest
  person,” or “I’m a spiritual person,” or “Women find me irresistible; I
  get laid six times every day.”  The ones I’m most familiar with
  are of the type, “I don’t have a drinking problem,” or “I’m not
  addicted; I can quit whenever I want to.”

  “With all due respect…”

  Of course, even the most dimwitted, third-eye-blind moron on the planet
  can read the subtext in this one.  The person saying this is
  getting ready to say something offensive or insulting to or about
  someone for whom they have no
  respect.  Since in their minds no respect is due, but they know at
  the same time that respect is expected, they let themselves off the
  hook by invoking the word “respect” without feeling or showing any of
  the real thing.  Clever, eh?

  This doesn’t even address the major issue that in our culture when
  someone says respect what they most often mean is deference, a polite
  and often false show of respect.  That’s one of the little semantic floaters I have mentioned more than once here, I’m sure.

  “…no offense.”

  I could have put this one up there with “…just curious,” I
  suppose.  Nobody says this unless they are being knowingly and
  deliberately offensive.  This is just a face-saving way of saying,
  “Yes, sucker, I’m pissing on your shoes, but you’d be out of line if
  you punch me in the face for it.”  That’s the arrogant version of
  it.  You know the scene, the sneer, the “I dare you to take
  offense,” attitude.

  The other way this one is used is the cowardly copout, the compensatory
  cleanup phrase uttered after someone with a little too much to drink
  has blurted out the unpleasant and offensive truth.  If your
  memory is like mine, you can probably hear the phrase echoing in your
  head, shlightly shlurred.

  The dangerous, socially destructive impact of all this
  institutionalized hypocrisy in our culture is, for a person with a
  strong ego and healthy self-respect, an irretrievable loss of trust and
  respect for elders and authority figures.  For those who
  internalize the conflicts, it can lead to self-injury or suicide. 
  For some, it leads to outbreaks of violence such as the wave of school
  shootings that has in turn led to security guards and metal detectors
  in schools.  When what we hear is at variance with what
  we know, it can drive us insane.  In the best-case scenario, it
  simply destroys our trust and respect for those who engage in the
  practice.

  In my practice, my psychic counseling practice, I can easily
  distinguish an Indigo client when one comes along.  They
  appreciate my blunt forthrightness.  They often expect the usual
  ingratiating and patronizing bullshit and are pleasantly amazed to get
  some frankness from someone of my generation.

  Just in case some of the larger and deeper ramifications of this matter
  have not occurred to all my readers, I’ll insult the intelligence of
  the rest of you by stating the obvious.  We are evolving into a
  telepathic species.  At this cusp, in this transitional time, it
  behooves us to begin to behave as if everyone could read our minds
  because there are enough of us out here who can sense the hypocrisy
  behind the empty words already.

  As you lie to us and to each other (and most unfortunately of all, to
  yourselves), sure, you make things easier for yourselves, you think,
  in the short run.  You make yourself seem better than you are, or
  you weasel out of some selfish or ill-considered action, but in the
  long run, in your helpless old age, you are not going to enjoy living
  in a society where the majority of its members are the violent,
  enraged, insane products of the cognitive dissonance you produced.

  Excuse me.  With all due respect… I was just wondering. 
  Why don’t you pull your collective head out of your metaphorical ass
  so you can see what’s going on? 

  No offense… just curious.

  I’m sorry.
  

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