I remember the energy of rat entering my consciousness this week and thought it poignant to reflect on our Nervous Woodland Creature friend for this week’s journal entry. At school, we are reading the book The Rats of Nihm to our students, while they sit captivated by how shrewd the countryside rats are, with relation to their lab rat counterparts. However, it isn’t that country rats are superior to city rats or white lab rats, as elitist intellectuals might secretly suspect from positions of judgment. Rats have been popular among social scientists, as they have shown an ability to form cognitive maps and reason. In fact, if a rat learns where to go to get a tasty morsel of cheese as a reward and when the cheese is removed, the rat will learn a new pathway to the Promised Land. We humans, on the other hand, tend to keep going back to the once Fertile Crescent, even when it is no longer serving us. Rats are adaptable, restless, shrewd and are oriented toward success. But getting attached to any energy, in the spirit of human ego, is somewhat akin to a rat developing an attachment to the comforts of familiar woodpiles. Further, egotism seeks to strengthen its identity through the relentless pursuit of happiness, rather than knowing inner joy as a way of life. Sometimes living authentically takes staring fear square in the face, stepping outside of familiar woodpiles and taking it to the edge for growth to occur. And then blue jay flies in and reminds us that we have the right to become master illusionists, skilled politicians or pretenders to the throne. But we also know that blue jay will show us how to become true wizards, real magicians, if only we allow for it. Perhaps meditation on rat will help us succeed in becoming that.
Here in Maine and the nation throughout, we are restless as rats in our drive to level the playing field with gay marriage and voter registration being hot ballot-box items. Some folks, particularly the dimensionally challenged dinosaurs of the old world want to hold folks back by scaling down human rights by blocking the expansion of certain rights to our human family. I get a chuckle, in the black comedy sense, when so-called Christians pontificate about protecting the sanctity of marriage and right wingers cite protecting the sanctity of the voting process by finding clever ways to keep the riff raft out, so to speak. And I get that some heterosexuals that sit on top of the majority have a sense of entitlement about their privileged status. But what about when you are on the receiving end of deliverance? What are these folks afraid of? Was Jesus a bigot? My understanding of Christ’s fundamental teaching was modeling Love as a way of life and His inspiring us to spread it liberally and unconditionally. Moreover, the devilish fixed idea of hating the sin and loving the sinner is inconsistent with His message, though I can empathize with the compartmentalized indoctrination of the masses, particularly here in America. Remember that Hitler sang Christmas carols to children as jews, gypsies, homosexuals and other fringe groups were incinerated. Remember that Hitler commented that he wanted to come back to America, given our far greater harness on propaganda than Nazi Germany. Forget not that America’s very own IBM literally made a killing through an exclusive business arrangement with the Nazis, by selling them the technological profiling precision that allowed for strategic genocide. Prior to that, it was the sound economics of slavery, stealing land that was not for sale and cannot be owned. How do we own what gives us life? Do you realize that biological and germ warfare nearly wiped out First Nation folks? If “We The People” are going to heal our Nation, Planet and Universe throughout, then we need to clear our Karma. All Karma means is the Higher Spiritual Law of Cause and Effect, which can be transcended. When we step into the realm of Infinity, we know the realm of Intention and infinite possibilities. Perhaps Dick Cheney has had a change of heart since he has had a change of heart and will see that elements of the 2005 Energy Bill that allows for underground pollution hurts all of us. Where did you get those high cheek bones, Dick? Maybe Mitt Romney will authentically see himself as one of the biggest welfare recipients around and realize his dependency on the liberal welfare state by his active participation in the Morman-LDS church, which takes in more government welfare dollars than non-Mormons in Utah. Remember the Preamble to the US Constitutions speaks of promoting the “general welfare”, or a safety net that everyone should benefit from. The only difference is that Mitt and his followers want the net to catch the welfare for his family, religion and the opulent minority, but not for the rascal multitude. In his view, the overwhelming majority needs to be contained or else our natural leveling impulses are a threat to Country Club living.
Rats, now the cat is out of the bag and the rat is tempted to scurry back to familiar woodpiles. But with rat consciousness, we are equipped to use our collective intellect and transcend the comforts of old securities in consciousness by releasing old, dysfunctional energies and patterns of behavior. With the arrival of Autumn, an election coming up and the end of the Mayan calendar coming down the pike on the Winter Solstice in December 21, 2012, we are officially in transition. Yes, there is forceful opposition to co-creating a more egalitarian New Earth, we have the spirited Universal winds at our backs that cannot be stopped. Nature reminds us that change is inevitable. True, we have two republicans running for President. Barak Obama, being the moderate and Mitt Romney being the right-winger. Both are candidates of Wall Street and carry allegiance to a dying world, but one offers a slightly more paved causeway to a New Age and Paradigm. Regardless of who wins, please remember to focus on your own inner spiritual growth and evolve in that light. Just be, let go and enjoy the ride! And remember to step up to peace by standing your ground when bullies try to prevent you from getting out to vote!
Hey Ari, it’s Kyle down in RI. Loved your entry. Kept laughing at Dick Cheney having a change of heart after his “change of heart”. In relation to our precious IBM having a hand in the holocaust, Bayer aspirin had theirs in the toxic gas the Nazis used to take lives. Now they want you to take their precious pills in the midst of a heart attack to save it.. How ironic. Keep up the positive energy, hope to talk to you soon. -Kyle.
Hey kyle, you’re open hearted message really struck a chord. Isn’t it a tough pill to swallow? How unnerving and foul to the senses even. Yes, let’s keep the momentum going and stay in touch. -Ari
I had the honor of being a lab attendant in my senior year of college–I was the Mistress of the Rat Lab in the psych department. My charges were incredibly resourceful, gentle, and brilliant, not to mention attractive and charming. They were used in experiments by second year psych students which consisted of maze-running and Skinner box manipulation. Neither experiment seemed harmful to the rats–in fact, they rather enjoyed it and found it amusing and curious. What was not enjoyable to them, nor to me, was the psych professor who, once the rats’ tenure was completed, would take them into a room with a concrete floor, hold them by their tails, and slam their heads into the concrete tiles to “euthanize” them. It was my honor to operate a clandestine mission to help psych students liberate their rats from the lab once the experiments were completed. I offered whispered, oral instructions on how to obtain the perfect shoebox, how to punch the perfect sized holes into it, what bedding to put into it, and what sort of backpack would accommodate the box so that the rat could still breathe and live on the 20 minute bus ride between Portland and Gorham. I can’t enumerate how many brilliant lab rats were saved and lived out their lives in the comfort of undergraduate apartments, where food, shelter, attention, peace, friendship, and entertainment were endlessly available. Word spread fast, and the mission remained merciful and underground for an entire year. Unfortunately, in the world, liberation still seems to take a secret mission, with the threat of someone dangling your ass and staring into your eyes with menacing glee before slamming your head into a floor always present.