Off the keyboard of Lucid Dreams
Published on Epiphany Now on December 3, 2013
Discuss this article at the Doomsteading Table inside the Diner
I’ve got a lot of opinions about the world. Opinions about what is real and what is propaganda in service of the Matrix. Opinions about spiritual matters and meaning, about the best way to raise children, how a hole is best dug and what a good beer should taste like. Opinions are like assholes in this world full of them. So, due to my particularly cranky, old jaded man like attitude towards the state of affairs in the world, I’ve decided to just start being the change as an MO. So expect more pictures and videos in the future…and probably less opinion about the world. Less social criticism…more doing as William Hunter Duncan has recently propounded.
So I dug that swale out and then it rained.
I know I sound like an idiot, but I can assure you that I am no idiot. When I moved to this property in February of 2012, all that you see in the above two videos, at least in the fenced in section, was nothing more than bermuda grass, dandelions, and wild garlic that was all cut on the lowest setting with a riding lawn mower. I have grown lots of food, and I have imported loooooots of free biomass. The system is maturing all around. I’m growing soil and capturing rain water and sun energy. It’s beautiful.
I’d say, outside of being here everyday for my family, the best part about dropping out of the Matrix is the ability to live my life how it is supposed to be lived. My wife told me the other day that she had read a blog written by a hospice nurse about the most common regrets that patients on their death beds have. The most common was regret for not having the courage to live their lives on their own terms, and not due to the worlds social and programmed expectations. That is what I’m doing. I’m living my life based on my moral north, my bliss, doing what I’m meant to do. My wife and I are fulfilling our purposes together, with children, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever participated in.
I ask you, dear reader, what is an hour of your life worth in dollar figures? Not just one hour, but an endless precession of hours, until they end that is, upon your death. What is that hour, just before you die, worth? Personally I am incapable of putting a dollar amount on even my last second, much less hour. This is where you must put meaning into perspective. I’ve met the reaper in person, up close and personal. I know his inevitability, and the hubris created between his inevitability and our pride and selfishness. The irony is that the most selfless thing you could possibly do is to undergo your own self actualization. Because it’s true that you cannot possibly expect to be loved if you can’t even love yourself.
I believe the job that we all must do, for the world, for our children, and for ourselves, is to fulfill our purposes. Not to blindly follow the programming that tells us that a job is the highest good. Make your own damn job, and that job is to do what you are called to do, and not what you are paid to do. The money will come, as if by magic, and you might find that the Stones were right, you’ll get what you need. Do not be afraid to live your life for your highest purpose. After all, there is a high probability…if you live your life on the terms of others, that you will regret it on your death bed.