I remember reading a book, “The Weapon Shops of Isher”. the weapons could not be fired as an act of aggression, they could only be fired in self defense. They worked as a deterrent to war, and against violent crime. It upset the balance of power. I wonder what would help with equality among humans? I wonder what would bring balance to us all? I found some sites that discuss the different views of raising our awareness of Loving, Kind Beings. We are dealing with a shift in economics, a change in our natural environment, resource allocation, a large number of people with little resources, and all those and more are increasing in intensity. We have a fascination with the different inventions brought by technology. We have changed the lives of many using concepts developed out of economics. We have helped people with our understanding of biology and other sciences. A lot of this has happened because we have discovered how to use fossil fuel energy. What we have failed to do is learn, over and over, how to treat each other with respect and dignity. The Wisdom of ancient times is difficult to learn new by each individual as [...]
Looking in the mirror, he noticed the wrinkles around his eyes, reminding him of a river journey with a friend, laughing for days and seeing white wrinkles amid the tan lines. Today, my face is tan and rounded somewhat, perhaps from the beard, going gray around the edges. There is that combination of youth and age that defies our usual indication of time in a body. A smile is often present and there is something about brown eyes that can tighten into a focus when speaking directly to someone. My niece was at a family reunion that I did not attend and she told me my grandmother’s last name meant bent willow, which I find interesting. There is a northern European look about me, heavy set and I think short, or stout might fit. Am I pleasant to look at? Only when I am fun to be around. But my portrait is not that, it is in my song: I’m a child of the desert, hot burning sand And a friend to the buzzard circling the bleaching bones of a man I spent my contemplation under a pinyon tree And a nut fell down and hit me and that’s what [...]
It is night here. I had a dream that I was listening to music at a concert and the music finished. It had been instrumental music with drums and percussion and other sounds that I can’t remember. A musician spoke, saying the concert was over and that he had not said much with words because the music spoke for them. It has been over an hour since that experience and I am awake, still. My mind is overactive, running through a range of thoughts that I can usually avoid in daylight. i think about being unemployed until I can “officially” retire. I think about my part in what we have done to our environment and our world. I think of the worry and fear that permeates our existence, and how much of that is our own doing, our own actions, that we followed so easily. I think of the anger and rage that I see in so many places in the different media, and how easy it is to step into that state of mind. I think that Loving Kindness is a means to overcome all that I find to be negative in my world. In my dreams, I have [...]
I have often wondered about those words as they apply to a few directions I took in my journey, except there was no image of a woman by the quarter light to ask me what I was doing there.
Would it have made any difference?
I don’t know.
I do know what the road to hell feels like, or enough of it to know it is not a place to linger for too long as it taints the spirit and weakens the soul, yet the road is a tempting thing for those with wanderlust within.
It seems like there is always the battle between the road to hell and that which desires peace.
And we move on….
I can’t remember when I first heard this, but I know that I owned a copy soon after.
it seems to carry an energy all its own. When I read the title, I recalled the song immediately,before scrolling farther, and I am not surprised, Ichabod, that you found this song.
Hi bouzouki;
When I first heard the lyrics and the deep haunting voice it became a favorite of mine. He had his fingers on the pulse of where my mind often goes.
I don’t know, ichabod. The road to Hell always seemed quite comfortable, well-paved, and had plenty of rest stops along the way with even more pleasant diversions. You can’t even get lost on it; just keep making the easy choices and/or the ones that “feel good” at that moment and you’ll miss a turning.
I’ve also never found a particular antipathy between Hell and peace. Often, questing for peace will send you right down the road to Hell.