The wind blew in from the northwest today, and it was terribly cold to me. I was standing out in the driveway smelling the odor of propane gas wafting through the air from somewhere. It was a strong odor, but I could never figure out from hence it came. I had a sense of foreboding that came over me, then lifted almost immediately. What was it I wondered?
The holiday season is rolling in quickly, and I have many reasons to be personally joyful. My family, my health, my situation. I love this time of year, though it finds me sometimes a little more stressful. I try and shake it off like my little dog shaking off rainwater. But, I still have that tiny bit of doubt, and the slightly frightening repetitive dreams I have had over the last few months of first being with my loved ones, but then becoming separated and unable to find them, or to get to them is unsettling. I wake up, and nothing is as it seems. My heart is racing, my brain is foggy.
Nothing is as it seems. The only reality that each of us knows is the reality that is created inside our brains, based on what we hear and see. Every day is a battle, especially in this day and age, to sift through all the trash, junk, propaganda, and lies to try and determine if we can find what appears in our mind, to be the truth. Perception is reality, so the war for our hearts and minds, and even our very souls is being heavily fought over every day.
I am grieved at the turn our technology has taken us as human beings. Separating us from our organic being as man, and having ourselves viewed as mechanical and robotic, or that which compares unfavorably with the robots. Even now in our society there is little humanity left for the patient and in the healing, little room for succor of the suffering. Perhaps mankind will find its reality once more when it is forced to reconnect with nature, as will eventually take place.
But, nothing is as it seems, and this is exactly why you should question everything you think and everything you believe. Everything which is perceived, is perceived through the subjective mind, and is therefore simply the opinion of the mind which created it. Perhaps my dreams are premonitions then, or simply just fears of death, the unknown, the future.
I realize that’s a little deep, but if you think about it, it makes sense. This is all my opinion. Yours will be different, either vastly different, or somewhat similar.
The main thing is to not to continue to let your mind be ruled by the false perceptions of some of the things I’ve named above.
Writing for Sanity's Sake 