For ages I have been grappling with the ideas behind the archeology of ancient peoples. That there was definately a worship of the 'mother figure' for aeons before the Bible narritive starts.
That there were previous civilisations far more complex than we even realise before the Beka tribes post the last ice age. That there was a definate 'language of modernity' even within what we assume to be tribal people who knapped flints. Being of Sussex origen knapping flints was part of my childhood.
I have had a kind of feeling since seeing the little figurines of the ancient pre-history world that women became 'cogincent' far before their men. That perhaps women lived in a world where they took responsibility, AKA the story of Adam and Eve.
Eve did take responsibility before God for being duped by the serpent, She was ashamed for her own stupidity and entered into a 'dumb blonde' narrative with God, while Adam just blamed her, and anything else he could allay his own response with. Hence the architype image of the man dragging a woman around by her hair. It's a man image showing their assertion of dominance but not yet cognicence.
Part of my own frustration in this world is with the lack of forethought men have. Very few men demonstrate a finess with the making of and designing of things that appeals to me. In previous generations yes, there were incredible craftsmen, and there still are, as I know a few, and have some pieces commissioned that are exquisite. And that i was fortunate enough to be able to request.
Perhaps because I am related to some of the best craftsmen in previous generations my expectations are extremely exacting. The items we have commisioned are of no relevence to anyone else, and would have no value to anyone else.
Where am gong here.... My understanding is that our genome is capable of immense regeneration. We are capable of incredible genetic changes, when God deems it appropriate, even to changing our physiology. I think that the post Gaelan era our physiology changed.
However in order for my Husband to survive massive heart failure God reverted his physiology to Gaelenic understanding. There has to be a concept somewhere for something to work. (or someone has to make one up, even if it's ridiculous... we are part of this creation story). He survived an echo-cardiogram today.
Given a wifeless world, my Husband would not clean the house, even when people were coming to visit. He would not clean anything. This would not be a problem because his immune system would adjust to it! My sensibility wouldn't though. Even though i seem to be able to live in chaos and mess. It has to be creative and productive mess, not a neglected and inconsidered mess.
Where am i going with this?... It's those roots speaking. Breaking through the soil of possibility. knowing that their flilaments left will re-grow, and need to be dealt with again and again. That my questions and idiosynchracies will always surface no matter that I think I have rooted out the tap roots. Their subsidiaries will mature and present themselves in the surface of my world. The weeds will always be with me.
Can I humanly expect to be able to wage a war on these roots? Without resorting to a systemic repellant that destroys the habitat of the wonderful organisms that also live in the soil? That the richness of the soil gives rise and sustains and proliferates this invasive pestilance as well. That unchecked these pestilent roots choke everything I try to grow and nourish, and sap it's strength and life and stunts it's growth.
I must simply try to maintain a vigilance and passion to limit the bindweed in my ground, in the same way governments, must develop a more fiducery attitude towards the real tangeable benefits of the people they represent, rather than turning a blind eye to the rape and pilliage exacted by financial marketeers, and banks who no longer serve their customers.
A new generation of 'products' designed to sap the very lifeblood from our earnings before we have even managed to get our wages wired into our bank accounts.
Perhaps the old adage of 'treat us like peasants, and we will become revolting' is coming home to roost, even if the majority of the rioters wouldn't know where the quotation came from, they are living it out in good style.
That there were previous civilisations far more complex than we even realise before the Beka tribes post the last ice age. That there was a definate 'language of modernity' even within what we assume to be tribal people who knapped flints. Being of Sussex origen knapping flints was part of my childhood.
I have had a kind of feeling since seeing the little figurines of the ancient pre-history world that women became 'cogincent' far before their men. That perhaps women lived in a world where they took responsibility, AKA the story of Adam and Eve.
Eve did take responsibility before God for being duped by the serpent, She was ashamed for her own stupidity and entered into a 'dumb blonde' narrative with God, while Adam just blamed her, and anything else he could allay his own response with. Hence the architype image of the man dragging a woman around by her hair. It's a man image showing their assertion of dominance but not yet cognicence.
Part of my own frustration in this world is with the lack of forethought men have. Very few men demonstrate a finess with the making of and designing of things that appeals to me. In previous generations yes, there were incredible craftsmen, and there still are, as I know a few, and have some pieces commissioned that are exquisite. And that i was fortunate enough to be able to request.
Perhaps because I am related to some of the best craftsmen in previous generations my expectations are extremely exacting. The items we have commisioned are of no relevence to anyone else, and would have no value to anyone else.
Where am gong here.... My understanding is that our genome is capable of immense regeneration. We are capable of incredible genetic changes, when God deems it appropriate, even to changing our physiology. I think that the post Gaelan era our physiology changed.
However in order for my Husband to survive massive heart failure God reverted his physiology to Gaelenic understanding. There has to be a concept somewhere for something to work. (or someone has to make one up, even if it's ridiculous... we are part of this creation story). He survived an echo-cardiogram today.
Given a wifeless world, my Husband would not clean the house, even when people were coming to visit. He would not clean anything. This would not be a problem because his immune system would adjust to it! My sensibility wouldn't though. Even though i seem to be able to live in chaos and mess. It has to be creative and productive mess, not a neglected and inconsidered mess.
Where am i going with this?... It's those roots speaking. Breaking through the soil of possibility. knowing that their flilaments left will re-grow, and need to be dealt with again and again. That my questions and idiosynchracies will always surface no matter that I think I have rooted out the tap roots. Their subsidiaries will mature and present themselves in the surface of my world. The weeds will always be with me.
Can I humanly expect to be able to wage a war on these roots? Without resorting to a systemic repellant that destroys the habitat of the wonderful organisms that also live in the soil? That the richness of the soil gives rise and sustains and proliferates this invasive pestilance as well. That unchecked these pestilent roots choke everything I try to grow and nourish, and sap it's strength and life and stunts it's growth.
I must simply try to maintain a vigilance and passion to limit the bindweed in my ground, in the same way governments, must develop a more fiducery attitude towards the real tangeable benefits of the people they represent, rather than turning a blind eye to the rape and pilliage exacted by financial marketeers, and banks who no longer serve their customers.
A new generation of 'products' designed to sap the very lifeblood from our earnings before we have even managed to get our wages wired into our bank accounts.
Perhaps the old adage of 'treat us like peasants, and we will become revolting' is coming home to roost, even if the majority of the rioters wouldn't know where the quotation came from, they are living it out in good style.
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