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 LOVE FOR “THE GIPPER” A Lament of the Unlearned Ronald Wilson Reagan,
40th president of the United States of America, is now gone
into the extra-dimensional realms beyond physical sense perception.
It was a particularly trying week for me, as it may have been for most
unlearners, because my separation from the consensus reality was at
its most vivid realization yet. History may indeed distinguish Mr. Reagan
as one of the greatest presidents in U.S. history and as one of the
most important modern political figures of the world. But then again,
history is a crock of shit, as was all the glorification and
vilification that this gigantic man's life garnered.
Why Reagan's death became the focal point of internal reflection for me is easy to understand. I loved Ronald Reagan. I loved the Republican Party. I loved America and all its history. I loved the Christian god whose values inspired this nation's sense of justice and decency. This profound and ever-abiding love was at the core of who I once considered myself to be. Then I woke up. It's hard to say what the “trigger” was that snapped me out of my American reverie. My quest to sincerely understand the world and solve its problems has been with me longer than any political or religious convictions I once held. And when the knowledge I desired arrived, in trickles at first and torrents later, not much of who I thought I was remained to be salvaged. Curiosity doesn't kill just cats, you know. (For those of you wondering just what that knowledge was that shook me from my slumber…just poke around my website for awhile). But I am glad that man I was is now much more naked in the world. No longer do I have the lies of religion, science, politics, family or country to disguise my reasons for living in this world. In the now rarified circles of human consciousness where I walk, the only limit on freedom comes from the still slippery soul-shadows that escape my grasp and insight. In time they will be befriended, as in time humanity will shed the fearful perceptions that control it still. If I had to put my finger on the angst I experienced this past week, it would rest squarely on the fact that the unlearned fields are indeed so rarified. It is human to want to share your life and perceptions with others who feel the same way. Coming together for purposes greater than your own little whims helps to ground your experiences in third density with greater perspective and richness. I sometimes imagine that humans choose the path of collective self-delusion simply for the company. Being a pioneer on any front is never easy. During the many wilderness hikes I have taken in my life, I frequently marveled at the power of the human spirit to face the challenges and fears of the vast unknown. What draws us into the hinter regions of reality, physical or otherwise, is the overwhelming beauty of life and the opportunity to integrate that beauty into our lives and the lives of others we love. The prowling creatures and hidden pitfalls of such adventures hardly factor into the calculations of the costs such journeys may ultimately exact from us. So to those still stuck in the world, mourning the loss of President Reagan or offering praise that the grandfather of all neo-cons has finally bitten the dust, I say…I miss you. I wish you were here with me to begin the work of creating a truly human world, something we could truly feel collectively wonderful about. But I can't and won't wait for you. The adventure of unlearning calls. May my efforts and the efforts of those like me provide your posterity with the results your heroes only lie about. Memorialize the dead all you like, but until you awaken, do not forget to count yourself among the corpses. WHOSE LIFE ARE YOU LIVING? |
