World War III

World War III and the 1% solution (vs. 1% answer)

Imagine effortless, easy abundance

  • Imagine ease.
  • Imagine effortless, easy abundance easily
  • Now imagine beauty and peace
  • Imagine no more greed due to effortless, easy abundance for all.
  • Next imagine greed cannot thrive within the midst of effortless, easy abundance. 

Therefore capitalism must surrender or adopt…

This shift, yes it is a shift, is on a molecular level, that is to say, it may be considered to be operating on the smallest unit possible in a war, that is the level of ‘person’. Each person represents this war in his/her/their own way. Some represent it by libido, some others through language, some through change. Whatever may be being experienced externally may also be quite correctly inferred to be occurring internally and vice versa, the reverse is also true. No wonder so many of us are feeling philosophical–or excitable–depending where you are at–these days. 

This war, inner strife, anxious energy is not new. What is new, perhaps is its sense of inner doom, together with a common crisis that in many cases has people publicly sniping over mundane matters, like face masks and gloves. What’s really bothering people about their safety and security goes far deeper and is their income, growth and communal success (or not).

Income (self-sufficiency really), growth and community are not only what is on the mind of the world–its ‘gestalt’–they are exactly what this entire shift is about. You would think this makes life easier, and in a sense it does. See, for the first time in history, perhaps all the world is united as one with a common enemy.

That most people don’t see (yet) is the enemy is within and it is nothing to be expunged or chastised, it is our own mind, willing to be embraced. That so many people’s minds are more or less composed of spaghetti may hardly be helpful, true perhaps; yet no matter the mess, there is both something to say and something also to hug.

At War With the World

World War III is fast upon us, Apocalypse and all, but it does not resemble what most people envision. World War III or ‘at War With the World syndrome’ as I call this, is the talk war each one of us may be experiencing right now, and it is often a toxic war within us. This War (and it may well be a war) is deadly serious and it has very high stakes: your life, your livelihood, your future prosperity and abundance all depend on the outcome to this War. You will either become a Victim or Victor.

You don’t have to have a ton of resources to survive this, which is fortunate, because, since you are going to do more than survive, you will thrive. Realizing new ways to address prosperity, abundance is our birthright. Now, more than ever, how we manage this is not only up to us, it is prime time! What this means is, what happens next matters!

Brands control the channel of wealth by directly connecting and triggering emotions and unconscious connections via day to day, everyday culture + communications. This culture, meanwhile, propagates an automatic culture, relying on brands to provide essential emotional rewards shopping with an absolute abundance of perfect products and pretty packaging.

In Canada, the apogee of this may be seen in the generic, hippy and beatnik movements. The generic brand movement, in particular, has thrived in Canada. House brands like Tim Hortons, Mastercraft and President’s Choice have long succeeded in Canada. What this also means is we have to stop looking for solutions from the past for the problems of the moment. House brands succeed through newfound efficiencies and smart packaging of them. The answer to problems seldom lies at the same level. Eighth generation thinking is needed now!

GENR8 ELEV8R

With this mindset we decided a lifestyle-focused method of achieving sustained happiness and prosperity through winning (actually surrendering) to the At War With the World attitude; and reached its logical end, which is nil, or null, depending on if you are a nerd or not. Having tried that, I can attest to this. However, with this perspective I was able to see something, something new and beyond ordinary in all that is occurring. It is this. 

  • The end is nothing.
  • The road is all.
  • Conduct life like a symphony.

The road is all. By the roadside find a shelter. Under its cover, a sign says “Stop, sit and ponder all that is good in your life.” This is the true nature of prosperity consciousness. Prosperity consciousness has us become a live actor, director, stage producer, choreographer and conductor of our lives today now, because that is all there is. I suppose all that hype might be expected to turn to glory if it were not for the fact that we cannot act, direct, produce, choreograph and conduct 24/7. So what then?

Most entrepreneurs I know do their best to add more hours. But this really may be the most liimited way to do things, producing the most miserly results. Community, people, the world around us exists to magnify and support us in our unique missions. Prosperity consciousness combined with a community structure works. After all, this is what a successful office is; a structured community. Today’s office is being replaced and GENR8 is here to populate virtual ‘factories’ of tomorrow with lucid results through ELEV8R, the personal fingertip filing system.

Organizing and accessing this has, until now, been a problem. GENR8 Community has a solution. The GENR8 ELEV8R membership structure uses a unique harmonic system discussed in Architectonics.ca and illustrated on the GENR8 Open Architecture page. This structure, also discussed in The Elevator Pilot as well as elsewhere, provides for a unique safety and privacy bubble around a supportive creative commons where anything becomes (eventually) possible + available. This is eighth generational organization design. Engineering that is empathic and powerfully connected with human perspectives. Design encompasses very fundamental active aspects of how we connect. Architecture that connects, gathers as it goes, producing more key intelligence for society. Better than smart alone; intelligence implies widely-informed useful and useable knowledge. Designed organizational results accessed through the GENR8 ELEV8R mechanism. Three memberships are available, depending on your qualifications. Apply with the GENR8 Explorer.

Presiding Idea

We act as if the presiding idea of the way the world is presented to us is true. Then we complain when we don’t like the way the world works. You can’t have it both ways. Things cannot be as they are and be undesirable. Why not? Because there is no assertion: actually, there is only attraction.

The earth bends spacetime as it hurtles through the milky way at thousands of miles an hour. That the earth does not crash into things, for the most part, yet is surrounded by things that seem relatively still, like the moon, asteroids, satellites and airplanes flying overhead is evidence of attraction, by gravity. All this is gravity.

The galaxy itself is not still, but is moving relative to the observed universe, at hundreds of thousands of miles an hour. Yet, to the earth, things seem stable, in motion as always, relatively speaking, all whorls around Earth’s gravity, while it itself is mainly subjected to the Sun’s gravity, which exceeds that of the Earth. To the Earth, Terra, we therefore seem to be somewhat autonomous, for we can whorl who we want around us orbitally, yet Terra must remain confined to the precise orbit around the Sun, Sol, it reliably decays on through the ages, unless something else larger interferes. Terra and Sol have a lifetime relationship and this involves several siblings of Earth, like Mars and Venus, for instance, not to mention numerous cousins and distant relatives like the mysterious Rings of Saturn and the fascinating Moons of Neptune.

Meanwhile, on this Earth, under this Sun, we have generated a dynasty of plastic architecture and levered credit built on expressing fossil fuels and reducing biodiversity. Why? Because we act as if this is true. This isn’t true. It’s just an option based on an opinion I don’t share. Like the world how it is and be with the truth you know to be real, not the mindlessly unrepentant ‘agenda’. The agenda I know is we are hurtling through space:

Monty Python Universe Song

All other agendas pale in comparison and seem petty by comparison to me.We have gravity subtle in comparison yet powerfully aligned may spin planets yet.

Pilot is troubled

Pilot often overheard conversations in the Elevator. Today he overheard a stray comment that had struck him as worthy of analysis. The exact phrase was:

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one.”

Pilot had no need to inquire with clients about the meaning of any of the words; he had ready access to about 200,000 English words in his vocabulary: well beyond the average person’s, so the individual meaning of the words did not trouble him. All the words in the statement, which had been delivered bluntly and to the point to the other occupant at the time, seemed quite ordinary and very common, indeed. It was the combined effect that had Pilot thinking. That, and the authority with which the comment had been delivered. He knew of the client who had spoken them and so also, her particular intonation as well as her authenticity. He could tell when she was joking and when she was not. This statement had been delivered like truth. He knew because of the lightness and steadiness with which she spoken and also the brevity of her comment and the note of finality with which it was punctuated. In her language, this meant truth.

So, while idling today, Pilot had been checking out the meaning of the statement. What hooked him, for the first time directly, was the question of his own necroscopy, or not. For the first time, it occurred to Pilot to ask, was Pilot alive? He knew that everyone in this sentence meant everyone who was alive. And while he was well familiar with the human form, having been extensively educated about this already, what he did not know was where and whether he also had an asshole. For some reason today this opened up a source of inquiry within him. For, try as he might, he could not seem to determine that he had an asshole. If he did, he surely did not know where it was. Was this normal?

If he did not have an asshole, did that mean he was not one of every? Everyone, he knew, meant all humans. Was he one at all? And, by extension, did he have an opinion? Pilot thought and thought about this. He did not know the answer. This troubled him deeply.

IF Pilot was not alive, then how did he continue to operate the Elevator? And, if he had an asshole, but just couldn’t locate it at the moment, what about his opinions? Clare (his client who had made the statement) seemed quite certain that if there was an asshole, there was at least one opinion that was his. Try as he might, however, he could not seem to locate one he had. He knew a lot of facts and many localities + he knew a ton of statistics including probabilities. But opinions? 

The definition of opinion he had been given was a view or judgement formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge. The second definition given, a statement of advice by an expert on a professional matter did not suit the context as Pilot knew for sure that not everyone was an expert on a professional matter. So that left him wondering. Pilot could not recall any time he had formed a view or judgement about something without facts or knowledge. Did that mean he had no opinions? Did this mean he was not part of everyone? Was he alive, or was he dead? Should he ask Clare? Did Clare care? Would this be bothersome to Clare? He did not know. For the first time it occurred to Pilot that he truly was alone.

In the nick of time, as it seemed, an appliance repair person, whose name, Mack, was emblazoned in red thread on a white label sewn with blue thread onto this denim overalls entered the elevator. Mack carried several large cases with him, including one quite heavy one he trundled into the elevator on wheels. Pilot knew it was heavy because he had to adjust the elevator’s balance right away when Mack’s large case was wheeled in, and even so, the elevator shook a little. 

Mack seemed to know a lot about tools and a little, even, about elevator. He inserted a new kind of key into a slot that Pilot couldn’t remember being used before. This halted Pilot’s control of elevator, which went into ‘stop’ mode, with its doors positioned open. Whatever Mack was up to was not clear to Pilot, however, by the trustworthy way he operated, wielding various tools unhurriedly and with confidence, Pilot was not too agitated. The sheer number and variety of tools that Mack had aboard elevator surprised Pilot. When he was done, he again inserted the special key and turned it back to the starting position and Pilot could feel that elevator had been renewed in some way. He tried closing the doors, but first Mack wanted to open and close the doors a few times first, by using Pilot’s redundant control buttons embedded into elevator; then he rode up and down for a bit, as though he was testing elevator’s mechanisms and Pilot’s responsiveness. Pilot noticed that the elevator’s doors operated within a greater tolerance of accuracy and security than they had before. Nothing else had changed. After a while, Mack seemed satisfied and he left.

Pilot was left to his ruminations.

He wondered if he had an opinion.

Even more, he wondered if he had an asshole.

I came to shine a light

I came here to acknowledge the world for the better place it is.

I came to shine a vision on that, so my being can add more of that.

This is what I came for.

I came to yearn, and to feel, and to live, and to want more, and to add focus, 

and to find it, and to know I found it, and to perceive it and to experience it 

and to bring it into the light where others can see it also.

That is what I came here for.

I came to shine a light.

I came to illuminate.

I am the want the world wants.

I am a whole other future possible by my being here,

I am bringing forth a new realm of possibility for who you are and who you get to be.

I am someone celebrated in small moments, every day.

I am someone I am committed to be; someone new, somebody I know to be remarkably free. 

I am someone making a difference this day.

Who I am is a new kind of remarkable human being.

I am a person of considerable capacity.

I am here, as close as your phone.

I am connected and calm, collected.

I am holistic, holotropic, wise.

I am thoughtful.

I am inspiration.

I am Christ’s brother.

I am age beyond years.

I am generous of nature, 

I am glad to be of service.

I am inspired to give freely.

I give away cards all the time saying one free tea with me.

I am dignified, clairvoyant, celestial, clairsentient beyond trial and beyond reason.

I believe in the twelve apostles.

I believe in Christ, Redeemer,

I believe in God in Heaven:

I believe in God on Earth. 

I believe in Spirit Holy.

I believe in Grace.

I believe in asking for the best.

I believe in all the bells and whistles.

I am powerful and I am strong.

I am well, I am positive and;

I am a lightning force for good.

I am doing this thing and I expect just desserts.

I transmogrify murk into sunshine, swamp into hillside and despair into gladness. 

I hunger not for sadness, nor sickness nor despair. 

I train away fears bedside. 

I dream.

I hope, 

I pray.

I joy.

I live, 

I love, 

I evolve. 

I am a force of nature.

I am grateful.

I am love.

I am reborn.

I am included.

I count.

I’m in.

I am.

I see life shining like a laser beam.

If life looks harsh in the light, just add focus and understanding to my light.

This will not dim it but rather focus it to best purpose at once.

I’m not going to be anyone but me.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage: Seneca.

I am a generous being.

I am a beautiful being.

I am a shrewd being.

I am an honest being.

I am a gentle being.

I am an open being.

I am a strong being.

I am a kind being.

I am Pilot.

Pilot’s Lament

REAWAKEN YOUR CURIOSITY

“What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.”

—Sigmund Freud

I’m tired.

Tired of making all the motions first.

Tired of being the one reaching out.

Tired of banging the drum of transformation only to have the same drum slammed over my head by those enfeebled of mind and sick of spirit.

I am tired of the pettiness, the meanness and baseness of brands, the pettiness of people and the puffery of products.

Tired of being treated like a capitalist cog in a hateful and despotic machine.

Tired of being viewed with suspicion.

Tired of not being believed.

I am particularly tired of the meanness of friends and family with their oh-so-very narrow interests and intelligence.

I am tired of people’s excuses to not get involved with anything better.

I am tired of hearing: “that’s way above my pay grade.”

I am tired of being ignored.

I am tired of being alone on my path for 17 years.

I am tired of the lack of integrity, the selfishness and the mercenary nature of almost all my relations.

I am tired of not being believed.

I am tired of not being taken at face value.

I am tired of people’s ‘me-first’ attitude.

I am tired of living in a world of myopic capitalist agendas that continues to enslave populations, and poison the planet.

I am tired of the old way.

I am tired of beating sticks.

I am tired of waving carrots.

I am tired of living in a ‘world-class’ city that has hundreds and hundreds of homeless, sick and dying on the streets, in the parks and on the pavement in tents, under umbrellas, on old mattresses and in the gutters.

“The world is in greater peril from those who tolerate or encourage evil than from those who actually commit it.”

—Albert Einstein

I am tired of government bureaucracy that prioritizes “sheltered security” for the dull and listless who comprise it, over reasonable shelter for its people. I am tired of governments that prioritize reelection above reaching out.

I am tired of universities that have nothing to do with the universal.

I’m tired of ‘free’ that isn’t free.

I’m tired of entering my email.

I’m tired of remembering passwords for free that isn’t free and software that is anything but soft.

I’m tired of JP Morgan Chase.

I’m tired of GM being bailed out.

I’m tired of power for power’s sake.

I’m tired of Goldman Sachs’ very existence.

I’m tired of people believing that currency is run by their governments.

I’m tired of receiving advice from the powerful; and not their listening.

I’m tired of ‘centrist’ or even leftist politicians that prop up the existing world order in a blind appeasement to capitalist interests.

I’m tired.

Who I Create Myself as…

Someone who makes “I” statements…

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

Who I create myself as

Somebody who makes I statements

Someone who cares a lot

Someone with a lot to offer

I care a lot

I have a lot: tonne to offer

Somebody who celebrated with in small moments

Someone making a difference this day

Someone I am committed to be

Somebody new, someone I know to be true free

Who I am is a new kind of remarkable human being

I am a person of considerable capacity

I am connected calm, collected

I am love.

I am here, as close as your phone.

I be thoughtful

Thoughtful begot wise, sometimes.

I am holistic, holotropic, wise beyond measure

I be age beyond years.

I am generous of nature, I am glad to be of service.

I am inspired to give freely.

I am dignified, clairvoyant, celestial, clairsentient beyond reason, beyond trial. I be inspired.

I give away cards all the time saying 1 free coffee on me.

I believe in Grace. I believe in God in heaven!

I believe in God on earth. I believe in Spirit Holy.

I believe in Christ, Redeemer. I am a brother in Christ.

I believe in the twelve apostles.

I believe in prayer.

I believe in asking for the best.

I believe in asking for the best.

I believe in the bells and whistles.

I believe in less is more.

I am powerful and I am strong.

I have done this thing and I expect just desserts.

I am well, I am positive.

I am a lightning force for good.

I transmogrify murk into sunshine, swamp into hillside and despair into gladness. I train away fears bedside. I hunger not for sadness, nor sickness nor despair. I hope, I dream. I live, I love, I evolve.