Today's Trials
This morning didn't start off great. You see, I wanted to be a teacher because I wanted to make people think. So, now that I can no longer force myself to teach within the confines of others, I blah blah blah to the world in various forms. (So you see!) Occasionally I humor myself as "A Writer" but mostly I just send irritating messages to people, sometimes through e-mail, others through a social media. Most of the time they are considered items of thought, not necessarily proposed arguments.
After several years of my own DNA misunderstanding yearly writings, it should come as no surprise when those who have not been exposed to My Inner Sanctum for nearly as long should misunderstand me. Although I am happy to say it no longer actually surprises me, but it is still a disappointment. Something that merely sends sparks can ignite fires in places unexpected, when the intent was merely awareness for potential flames. This could be why I write to "The Public" instead of deep personal letters.
But I do see the pieces as "deep personal letters". This is not from some stranger trying to make a buck (though that would be nice-let's be realistic) but someone who is right now sitting in a similar situation. There are always differences between you and I; we grew up in different times, in different places. My hope life has been unlike any other. You and I will not understand the world from the same point of reference.
But we both know hurt, happiness, fear. These are the kinds of common threads that Bind Spirits who have never met. You may have never known the heavy hand of someone who uses the word "love" like it means something, but you Know what it's like to have a Wounded Spirit. You may have never been physically bound by professional liars, but you know what it is like to fear. We do not have to have the exact same experiences to have something important in common.
Even those who came to Adulthood in the same environments, do not start off with the same Perspective. How can I possibly expect Others to Understand my inept words?
Actually, that's one of my Great Fears, but one I am forced to learn to live with. I have not just been fond of history, I have had the privilege of shifting through several families worth of all manner of goodies. The things I have learned from my own family, as I resolve The Move That Never Ends, has made me consider what is really important enough to keep around. Some of the things I have found makes me realize there are parts of my life I may not want Others to rummage through when I'm gone.
As I "sort and distribute" these items that represent the lives of Others, I am forced to wonder about My Own Legacy. What is it I want to Leave Behind to the World? I might not be social but I do not, unfortunately, live in a cabin on a mountaintop, so I am aware, at least in some small part, of the news of the day. I know there are any number of bits of information out there that people don't want known. Identity theft is a problem in an Age where most Individuals still are not sure Who they really Are.
Not long ago I read a book of letters between a Queen (both before and after her coronation) and several other Individuals. I am no Queen, to be certain, but if I consider myself a writer to any degree, I must hope that some of them will survive. If that should be true, then some of the things I write, not intended for Public Consumption, is also likely to surface, especially if what I have to say is of any real Value. Even if no one keeps them except for My Klan, Others will see what I Leave Behind.
So what is REALLY important? When I am gone, and all that is left of me is my stuff and my words, what do I want people to see?
I'm not sure that it really matters. Whatever I Intend that the World should Know of Me when I'm Gone, is independent of how the Future World will Perceive Me. They will be doing so from their Own Perspective of Time and Place and Experience, just as You are Now.
We cannot help but to make Judgments, We Humans. We will never Perceive everything exactly as it was Intended, but that is, perhaps THE Joy of Being Human. "The 'X' Factor", as a friend calls it, is the Particular Human Perspective, and then Their Reaction. For every Human added to a situation, the greater the "X" factor. It means we may be able to generalize, but We can never really predict.
I cannot predict if My words will help You. I cannot say how You can apply My Journey to Your Life, and make it better. All I can do is to Share, and Believe that You-THIS VERY RIGHT YOU-who needs them most, will Receive them at the time when You need them. I do not have to be Present to feel for You.
After several years of my own DNA misunderstanding yearly writings, it should come as no surprise when those who have not been exposed to My Inner Sanctum for nearly as long should misunderstand me. Although I am happy to say it no longer actually surprises me, but it is still a disappointment. Something that merely sends sparks can ignite fires in places unexpected, when the intent was merely awareness for potential flames. This could be why I write to "The Public" instead of deep personal letters.
But I do see the pieces as "deep personal letters". This is not from some stranger trying to make a buck (though that would be nice-let's be realistic) but someone who is right now sitting in a similar situation. There are always differences between you and I; we grew up in different times, in different places. My hope life has been unlike any other. You and I will not understand the world from the same point of reference.
But we both know hurt, happiness, fear. These are the kinds of common threads that Bind Spirits who have never met. You may have never known the heavy hand of someone who uses the word "love" like it means something, but you Know what it's like to have a Wounded Spirit. You may have never been physically bound by professional liars, but you know what it is like to fear. We do not have to have the exact same experiences to have something important in common.
Even those who came to Adulthood in the same environments, do not start off with the same Perspective. How can I possibly expect Others to Understand my inept words?
Actually, that's one of my Great Fears, but one I am forced to learn to live with. I have not just been fond of history, I have had the privilege of shifting through several families worth of all manner of goodies. The things I have learned from my own family, as I resolve The Move That Never Ends, has made me consider what is really important enough to keep around. Some of the things I have found makes me realize there are parts of my life I may not want Others to rummage through when I'm gone.
As I "sort and distribute" these items that represent the lives of Others, I am forced to wonder about My Own Legacy. What is it I want to Leave Behind to the World? I might not be social but I do not, unfortunately, live in a cabin on a mountaintop, so I am aware, at least in some small part, of the news of the day. I know there are any number of bits of information out there that people don't want known. Identity theft is a problem in an Age where most Individuals still are not sure Who they really Are.
Not long ago I read a book of letters between a Queen (both before and after her coronation) and several other Individuals. I am no Queen, to be certain, but if I consider myself a writer to any degree, I must hope that some of them will survive. If that should be true, then some of the things I write, not intended for Public Consumption, is also likely to surface, especially if what I have to say is of any real Value. Even if no one keeps them except for My Klan, Others will see what I Leave Behind.
So what is REALLY important? When I am gone, and all that is left of me is my stuff and my words, what do I want people to see?
I'm not sure that it really matters. Whatever I Intend that the World should Know of Me when I'm Gone, is independent of how the Future World will Perceive Me. They will be doing so from their Own Perspective of Time and Place and Experience, just as You are Now.
We cannot help but to make Judgments, We Humans. We will never Perceive everything exactly as it was Intended, but that is, perhaps THE Joy of Being Human. "The 'X' Factor", as a friend calls it, is the Particular Human Perspective, and then Their Reaction. For every Human added to a situation, the greater the "X" factor. It means we may be able to generalize, but We can never really predict.
I cannot predict if My words will help You. I cannot say how You can apply My Journey to Your Life, and make it better. All I can do is to Share, and Believe that You-THIS VERY RIGHT YOU-who needs them most, will Receive them at the time when You need them. I do not have to be Present to feel for You.