The week between Christmas and the New Year has always been a time for reflection, rebooting, and reinvention for me. Christmas is like finally having sex and then the day after everything is exhausted and you just lie around for the week drinking bloody Mary’s before you get up again on New Years.
Another warm December morning and I finally stooped to pull the weeds and clover that was creeping over the mulch in the front yard. How moist the earth was, and I exposed earth worms galore brought to the surface from the rains, and I wondered where the robins were and if they regretting leaving Virginia in the fall. Do the worms know the robins have gone?
How can we stay fresh with the winter so close? At 79 my life is very humdrum, so to find something new I have to dig in the earth that I have. And what do I dig with? My writing turns over the earth to find worms in the winter. This coming year I want to keep digging in my life; the more mundane it becomes, the deeper I can dig. There is no end to the warm earth just beneath the surface of our world that so quickly freezes in the past. We must always take the effort to stoop and touch the earth, for this is our ground, this present moment.
And its name is pool. Remember the Music Man? Yesterday at a Christmas Party there was a pool table, and I found that the feel of the pool stick and the cue ball never leaves you. Pool is such a logical world, a Newtonian World where every ball moves according to natural laws of cause and effect. It is also a game where the race is to zero. You start with nothing, you add the balls and try to get back to zero before the other players do. In the skills learned you shorten the time between nothing and nothing.
And I thought, this is the spiritual game also, the God Game. We start with an empty table; then we add the obstacles (the balls) so we can develop the skill (spiritual path) of sinking the obstacles (balls). Isn’t that interesting.
Perhaps God creates the Cosmos as a pool game. He starts with nothing, creates the balls so he can enjoy the game of removing the balls (form). And when he gets to nothing, He just racks the balls again.
Media, our media is evolving, and it started out as a visual print media to a passive audience at 6:30 with the evening news. One could picker your favorite network anchor, but the news was delivered in the same way. So we have our cocktail and watched the evening news religiously before dinner every night. There was no interaction, just like with the newspaper.
But look what happened. The passive receiver of information got restless. Tired of canned one plate only news, we wanted choices, a meal to fit our political persuasion. and then Cable arrived to give us the next step in the evolution of collective consciousness, which is what the Media is, our collective mind. With cable we have CNN and 24/7 news.
Then the Collective Mind split into two contradictory medias, CNN and Fox, and Fox served news southern style, emotionalyl hot and fried with racial fears.
The next stage came with the internet and Steve Jobs putting a smart phone in ever hand, which is a mini computer that makes us pro-active with our own news, so now everyone is a news photographer and twitter. The passive consumer of news now created the news it watches.
The solid sane anchor for rational news where you had the trust of the anchor to keep us calm is gone, and now news movers like fields of wheat in the wind, blowing this way, blowing that way, and there is no center, no anchor of sanity anymore. News is emotional. And emotional news creates a floating anxiety that something bad is about to happen, that the end of the world is near. The blame for this anxiety searches like a search light for anything moving in the night. Something must be the cause of this dread. But no one thing is the cause. The Media system in which we now swim is the conditions that create the floating fear. We have lost our center in our Collective Media Mind. And we can no longer tell the difference between the collective mind of the Media and our own mind. The collective mind is all one fragmented mess.