Posts Tagged ‘seeking’

I have noticed a growing trend in blogging lately. Unlike a narcissistic cry for recognition by tech savvy people posting mediocre notations on their lives as experienced through the lens of social media conditioning, conformity, a travel agent or guide book, I am ‘sensing’ a meme in the guise of of redemption  upwelling along the noisy shores of attention seekers that is bringing a rich new source of ideas into the community like a food source for the soul of people like me that are sick to the very end of mediocrity. I am reading  more postings by people who are genuinely seeking a connection with the world instead of wanting something from it.

It could be that I am more attracted to the vibrations of questioning souls, genuine people, whose lives are lived with questions attached. Recently there have been fewer blogs coming my way from people who are seeking to be something, and more from those who are already ‘someone’ with the courage to escape into something new. I particularily like to read about someone  preparing themselves to ‘leave it all behind’. This is an avenue of rootless expression with which I have an expertise.

Lately I have noticed that there have been more people reaching out to our nebulous net community for solace in this storm we call humanity. I see these people as the first maturing cyrsalides in what may potentially become a rabble of butterflies flying in the warm rays of the sun and casting their coloured shadows onto the ground. I harbour a secret wish that the spell of commercialism and consumerism may one day be broken by the truth that we are only here for a short time and that more can be done  to improve our lives by simply acting out in joy that you have lived.

The theme of maturity is similar to the cycle of prayer in that we seek conclusion as natural. Life, hope and dreams of redemption are hard wired into our souls so that we may strive to be as long as fate has ordained. Is this showing up in the shifting demographic of the blogosphere? Is the meme of ‘redemption seeking words’ that has begun to pulse along the gossamer net a product of predictive linguistics insinuating new territory into a greater social global consciousness that is yearning for change?

Have we  unknowingly begun to speak to one another ‘soul to disembodied soul’ ? Is the unintended consequence of expressing our emotional selves into a new internet reality that none of us could have ever anticipated  an expression of the superhuman, the amalgam of all of us? Are these  freedom seekers the first elemental pings of an evolutionary shift on the spidery world wide web? Is this the revolution of a 1960’s  redux? Are we witnessing the arrival of a new Space Ship Earth culture? Is the future of our collective well being being pioneered by the past generation….again?

What if this rush of unspoken words would build into a social firmament, a new land for our souls to inhabit? Would it be like a magma world of only thought and emotion…a spontaneous burst that rises to the surface of the sea and grows into a chain of paradise islands? We are what we talk about. Until the creation of the internet people of the world, were limited in what they could dream about due to the limited number of words their culture would allow. We saw generations of mass conformity and witness this still among the stifled cultures where dictatorships and absolutes have no taste for freedoms of the mind.

In all the time ‘the net’ has been around it has been a staging ground for commercial culture to quantify and commercialize. It might be time for a new Woodstock. After all the 60’s began with a growing number of people who had begun to drop out…first populated by those who’d been rejected by the economy of the world and then by those who rejected the institutions of the status quo. the numbers grew into a movement, into a new society and a new state of mind.

Will the free flow of unfettered and uncensored words be the downfall of  ancient boundaries that have so far restricted people from knowing one another and themselves? I feel a groundswell roiling under my feet. I am ever hopeful that you and humanity will find redemption. What is stopping any of us from seeking our freedom?

Not much has happened since 1964. The world may have changed, but I have stayed much the same. I’m just a bit older, but not much worse off for the rambunctious wear and tear of 40 years ‘on the road’. 1964 was the year of my emancipation, the time I grabbed the brass ring of freedom and ran screaming for the hills, proverbially speaking.

If I was to do the same thing today I would be running ahead of labels that would have seemed entirely alien to me in the context of what the world looked like in the fall of 1964. At that time, personal freedom and independence was something to be gained and cherished, a higher calling and a bid to live a lifestyle of wicked delirium, to join in on the beggars banquet that defined the Age of Aquarius. Today’s world would have disowned someone like me as an incorrigible homeless tramp.

In 1964 I was one of a vanguard of people who like the Chrysalis yearned to break free and seek the sunshine of a new age. The concept of being homeless had not been invented yet. There hadn’t been any hobo’s in the streets since the 1930’s passed decades earlier. There was a profound differance between the poverty of the 1930’s and the wanton rejection of wealth and materialism in the 1960’s. Poverty in the 1960’s…was cool.

A new tribe had formed out of a disaffected generation, traveling from one crash pad to another commune became a calling. New destinations were as interconnected as the strings of a dream-catcher. The people who had answered the call of the road became like princes and princesses of old, wandering easily from one pleasure palace to another, bearing gifts, news and stories of what lie ahead.

As I lay here on a bed of blossoming clover amidst the honey bee’s and bumble flies I am swept back to those simple times when wealth and materialism meant nothing to me. I have reverted to living day to day, as I would have all those years ago, and it appeals to me that I am much the same person as was, remaining true to my core values, unchanged, unfettered and free to wander the world.