Metaphysics @ MindSay 
Coffee shop kids and the reality of space and time
In the decadent decors illuminating a fantastic illustration of aesthetic and hidden curriculum of pretentious names and capitalist symbolism, there are those who enter into a space of being different than when than enter and taking on a form of identify seeped within a distinct, yet different composition and conception of time. These I have come to regard as the coffee shop kids. The use of “kids” is somewhat misleading, but it is a playful usage of language that I will explain later.
My first thoughts came to me as I sat in the corner of a starbucks and felt a shift and uneasiness of the time and space in which I was situated. Inside there was an attitude and an allure of the other world. The other world in this case is one of intellectualism and proposed elitism. The names are foreign to the traditional convention of small medium, and large and in place we find tall grande and venti. The complication of ordering is only a brief complication of nervousness like the first intravenous experience of heroine, a trickling burn of cocaine in the nasal cavity, or the sting of a sucker punch. Those that have become addicts, narrators, and navigators of this space and time know its intoxicating aroma and effectual bliss of hypersensitivity and loss of the world which they left to enter such a space.
The experience of the coffee shop kids is one that cannot be proposed or summarized in some tyope of universalism or generalization. I feel that everyone experience a temporal loss of the self and floats in uncertainty to find one’s self that is a compatible self to such a space. There can be such rejections and utter forced excretion of the incompatible beings that try to retain a sense of self that has not been organically stimulated in this space. The resistance to flowing into a space and allowing a sense of being and self, and such a possible identity, is thus the result of temporal disengagement and organic stimulus of the core desire. Perhaps the desire is one of chameleon adaptation, but this would be a bad example. The chameleon changes to not be seen. The coffee shop kids partake in a voluntary involuntary paradigm of self negotiation negation and transformation. Their consciousness turns from that of external concern to one of internal concern that stimulates and informs the outward. As such, the transformation and space is one that can be describe as the of the old tv show “The twilight zone.”
Is it required that something strange should happen to analogously refer to the twilight zone, if so why? Here it is assumed that the space and time must be different to a degree of horror and psychological asphyxiation, but this is not necessary. Such vile interpretation of space and time different form that that we believe exist as normal is falsely assuming the deviance of another space. Such is the fetish of many to assume the there can be a “normal” space and time. Moreover, the ability for us to truly become of aware of such transformation of our self and the space in which we occupy is questionable. How do we know it exist or occurs if we cannot place any type of absolute framing into its descriptions? The answer is not one that can be simply provided in any degree of objectivity in observation. Observation itself is subjective and thus we arrive at understanding of a personal experience. The observation and mere pondering of transformation from one space to another could be considered experience, but is it really experiential? If one does not cognitively recognize and gain the ability to articulate, or at least attempt to articulate, such experience can it be called experience? How can we make distinction between experiences as something of an occurrence situated in the objective in contrast with transformation which is situated with in the subjective. It is a matter of theoretical view and philosophical inquiry.
By observing and proposing a theory of transformation I am proposing that the transformation is somehow standard or at least measurable. This, however, is not what I mean to discuss here. Rather, what becomes more consuming and contemplative is the subjective referential of self reflection upon the self in the self and of the self while consciously assuming no cognizance, perhaps acknowledgement, of such transformation. In this sense the transformation can never be described nor attributed to anyone except the self and conscious undertaking of that self to attempt to understanding the transformation and subjugation of a new space and temporal allowance. We can simply posit that people enter the coffee shop unaware and incredulous to any such change in their being, identity, or self. But this matter does not concern nor does it matter if its generalizable to others. The only one who can provide a settling understanding of what is is the one who is being at the time of such transformation.
We could call upon the pop culture reference to the movie The Matrix in which people participated in a world they believed to be true but in fact existed as a sub-world to the “real world.” The issue of real and reality are also complicated and can only be explained as much as they are contemplatively experienced. Dreams provide an example of such space in which we believe things to be real for an amount of time and only when we gain consciousness in our unconscious state(i.e. lucid dreaming) do we come to understand that real and reality are not objective claims but very subjective to the understanding and transformation, conceptually of the self in such a space and time.
A couple of weeks ago, I spent the day with a friend from Florida...we drove to the mountains to see some property she had bought on the side of a mountain in NC. Part of our day out included a stop by some manner of local crafts demonstrations at a geological museum. Inside the museum was a large partitioned tray full of rocks for $1 ea. Being a true rock NUT from as far back as I can remember, needless to say, I got one of each…the lot of which now resides in my suede Indian pouch I had bought in Cherokee. Feeding my lifetime fascination with rocks, I’ve prowled around the Internet looking for tidbits about mineralogy, stones, etc. and have been dumbfounded at the amount of information out there, not to mention the marketing of the magical properties of every manner of stone available.
Countless people are making fortunes off selling rocks, many probably no doubt, for much more than they are actually worth. Now I am all about acknowledging many metaphysisical realities. Indeed, it is a proven fact that everything that is possesses an energy of its own. That said, it should be indisputable to anyone with common sense that energies effect one another and interact with one another. And, the child in me must believe that there remains some level of ‘magic’ in this world, whether in a rock, a totem, whatever. Magic, to me, is simply the reality that there are things that are, that transcend the ordinary and mundane. As for me, I simply MUST cling to such elevated beliefs to keep life not only bearable but interesting.
One site sells bags of rock collections called Crystal Empowerment Pouches, each containing a select variety of rocks gathered together for specific purposes…there is a Luck pouch and a Happiness pouch, a Healing pouch and a Love pouch (does that mean you’re going to HAVE love? FEEL love? FIND love?!) – there’s a pouch for Money (I NEED that one!!!!), Protection, Psychic Awareness and Stree (I’ll have 10 of those please…). In other words, you can literally CHANGE YOU LIFE if you carry the proper collection of rocks (just how are you to carry around these bags of rocks without looking like a total weirdo?).
Some of the information on these sites was very informative, in that they included a lot of interesting information on stone formation, chemical and electrical properties, etc. And again, I do not discount that there is some metaphysical information of interest too. But some of these sites took the metaphysical thing to a whole new level…so much so that it almost seemed refreshing to lay the laptop aside and venture forth back into the real world of the Nuthouse Preserve and its imbalance of responsibilities, activities, sacrifice, etc. Of course, I did have my handy dandy bag of rocks with me. Which I figure, if all else fails, I can always throw rocks at any uncooperative offenders and violators of my own inner peace…
I wrote my new and improved résumé.
I freaked out for the hundredth time about the job interview I have on Thursday.
I worried about how I'm going to pay rent this fortnight AND have enough money to survive another fortnight.
I wondered what my friends were doing.
I stressed about TAFE work.
I got excited about how cool it would be if I got this job.
I day dreamed about what it will be like when I got o my first Bartending competition.
I pondered the Meaning of Life and the basics of Metaphysics.
I wished I had a car and some more money.
I also wished I had something to eat.
I went onto Explorer Country.com to look for local knowledge about Orange and found nothing.
I freaked out some more about my increasing pile of TAFE work with due days looming.
I got freaked out again by the prospective job.
I stressed heaps about all little random things that I don't even remember.
Overall Mood:
Surprisingly Good. Feel a little down, a little tired, but I also feel rather contwent with what I've achieved today. As stressed and nervous and anxious and freaked out I am about all the things I've mentioned, I am also really really excited. Kinda scared though. And i think that's what been holding me back all this time. So really I should take my own advice and get rid of that fear. It's just a fear of people, a fear of judgement, a fear of the unknown, a fear of failure... A big fear actually. But I need o conquer in order to succeed. Clearly. So yeah.
Wish me luck!
I'm gunna bum around on the net for another hour before I go up and see my teacher and ask his opinion on my résumé. Woople.
Toodles Doodles! (( sneh sneh sneh ))
Matty D.
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all the best,
Mickey
‘The ancestors said that light-skinned people would come out of the eastern sea in great canoes powered by huge white wings, like giant birds. The people who got off these great boats would also be like birds, but they would have two different kinds of feet. One of their feet would be like that of a dove, the other like that of an eagle. The foot of the dove would represent a beautiful new religion of love and kindness, whilst the foot of the eagle would represent greed for material wealth, technological strength and war-making ability.
‘For many years the sharp foot of the eagle would dominate, for though the new people would talk much of the new religion, not all of the light-skinned people would live by it. Instead they would claw at the red nations with their eagle feet, killing, exploiting and then enslaving them.
‘After offering mixed resistance to this clawing, the Indians would lose their spirit and allow themselves to be herded into small weak enclaves. This would then be the way of the world for many years. But then there would come a time when Earth would become very sick. Because of the unrelenting greed of the new culture, the Earth would be filled with deadly liquids and metals, the air would be rendered foul with smoke and ash, and even the rains, which were intended to cleanse the Earth, would plummet in poison drops. Birds would fall from the sky, fish would turn belly up in the waters and whole forests would begin to die.
‘When these things began to happen, the Indian people would be all but helpless. But then a new light would come from the east, and the Indians would begin to find their strength, their pride, and their wisdom. The legend said they would also be joined by many of their light-skinned brothers and sisters, who would in fact be the reincarnate souls of the Indians who were killed or enslaved by the first light-skinned settlers. It was said that the dead souls of these first people would return in bodies of all different colours: red, white, yellow and black. Together and unified, like the colours of the rainbow, these people would teach all of the peoples of the world how to have love and reverence for Mother Earth, of whose very stuff we human beings are also made.
‘Under the symbol of the rainbow, all of the races and all of the religions of the world would band together to spread the great wisdom of living in harmony with each other and with all creations of the Earth. Those who taught this way would come to be known as "the warriors of the rainbow". Although they would be warriors, they would carry with them the spirits of the ancestors, they would carry the light of knowledge in their heads and love in their hearts, and they would do no harm to any other living thing. The legend said that after a great struggle, using only the force of peace, these warriors of the rainbow would finally bring an end to the destruction and desecration of Mother Earth and that peace and plenty would then reign through a long, joyous and peaceful golden age here on Mother Earth.’
‘…"Let the dawn come, let all the people and all the creatures have peace, let all things live happily, " for the love must not only be between humans, but between all living things. They said "We are the children of the sun, we are the children of time and we are the travelers in space. May all the songs awaken, may all the dancers awaken. May all the people and all things live in peace. For you are the valley, you are the mountains, you are the trees, you are the very air you breathe".
‘And so, my brothers and sisters, I am not here to give you gold. I am not here to give you treasure. I am here to give you these words that are not mine. These are the words of our grandmothers and grandfathers, the travelers in time, our ancestors from the stars: "We are all one." We eat white food, yellow food, dark food because these are all the colours of our mothers and fathers in the heavens. We are all one like the colours of the rainbow. We are all fed by the air, fed by the rain, fed by Grandfather Sun, Man, the animals, the birds, and the trees, we are all one.
‘Now is the time of the return of the grandmothers and grandfathers. Now is the time of the return of the elders. Now is the time of the return of the wise ones. And the wise ones are all of you. Now is the time to go out into the world and spread the light. The sacred flame has been kept for this purpose and now the time approaches when you will be required to love all things, to love a world that has gone crazy, to rebalance the heavens and the Earth. For the Time of Warning has come to pass and the Warriors of the Rainbow are now beginning to be born. …May all arise. May all arise. Not one or two groups will be left behind."
While this image is more associated with the Anasazi, I believe they are the ancestors of the Hopi and other southwest indian groups.
A friend posted this elsewhere on the net in a discussion thread and it just feels right, especially this time of year to share this story with you all! Several trips I've taken to the Colorado and Arizona area got me very interested in ancient folklore and what little we really know about the ancestors of these lands : The Anasazi.
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