So if you were suddenly a 40-60 year old hippie like tomorrow, how would you be different than the ones that aged slowly?
Id be much less stuck in my bubble then most of them... When I was younger and saw old hippies, id be like "cooool, those people are so smart and wise"... now I cant help but stare at them in a way... kind of trying to tell them, "dude... snap out of it . " lol
yeh, strangely enough I felt like I was stuck in a bubble when I did cocaine. Real glad that was only temporary. Also felt like I was in a bubble when I looked at the blue sky from a roof and thought how darn small in phjysical size I am compared to the rest of the universe. But that bubble was a humble bubble, much better than a craving cocaine bubble. WOW, that's it! Humble is the opposite of craving, not hopelessness. Thanks stebo32. For some people feeling humble is hopeless. LOL...Naw....... feeling humble is a realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll cool feeling, let me tell ya!!!!! About the most calm and content and whole I've ever felt, without a doubt. Spent about 8 hours one time trying to feel humble when I was tweeking and matched up several emotions to get there, almost did, but not quite. The emotion is elusive like a lynx wildcat, my totem. I think I may be real lucky to feel humble once in my lifetime. Y'all outta try to imagine how big you are compared to the universe and see if you can get there. All I wanted to do after I got off the roof I was repairing and got home was sit on the ground, close my eyes and continue to imbed that totally bitchen feeling of humble I just had in my memory. Like WOW. You may think the feeling of power or craving power is where it's at, you ain't felt the feeling of humble yet. I'll try to make this quick. I was up in the mountains at a lake camping out, eyes wide open for 5 straight days on a visionquest. I saw 3 rows of 5 12 foot ghosts hovering above the lake and 3 leaders standing in front. They spoke to me and asked me to join them by feeling humble. I told em no, I'd rather stick around earth and help people. I got the distinct feeling this small army of ghosts could, if they wanted to, wipe out in a heartbeat all humankinds real armies on earth. The power of love is so much more effective than the love of power, and it is awesomeness that the people on earth who know the feeling humble are so great. I don't know how else to get you there other than using your imagination and comparing your physical size to the rest of the universe. Good luck. peace Honor
what I see in people who appreciate me in public is a greatness in them, a screendipity of great happiness and confidence that covers their faces as they say hello honor. For me to covet the sense of greatness would be to deny the greatness of the common spirit that covers their faces. This may be over your heads for now, but the each particle of energy I see near the face of a person represents a similar feeling from the memory of perhaps millions of living people who have had similar feelings.The energy looks like glitter was glued to a sheet and someone is shaking it in the sun, it sparkles and glistens. We all add to that energy the second we have a feeling of our own. The journey continues as I relate your path of peace stebo, "fuck you all!" is a necessary attitude to get anything done...........for now. and hey don't get sidetracked by this stebo/honor thing.........the original question was So if you were suddenly a 40-60 year old hippie like tomorrow, how would you be different than the ones that aged slowly?
Yea man talking about the comparing physical size thing, i've had an experience with that before. I was sitting with my friend on his back porch at night looking at the moon playin my djembe and him on acoustic jsut messin around. And I jsut kinda zoned out at the moon and started thinking about and jsut like an endless stream of questios abo space cmae over me and I jsut started to try and comprehend the concept of a space that continues eternaly. Liek tahts how we as humans judge everything really as by a size and comparing divisions of time and space so then trying to comprehend the concpet of eternity and space is like almost impossible because its been engrained on you so long as everything is a divisio of time or size. Its really really ahrd to grasp the concept of eternity I havent been able to, not even come close I dont think. But I have had the h umble feeling. That night when I was playing my djembe I just started to realize how insignificant I was on the scale of space and time but then you also are essential to the existence of waht you and those you influence know as reality. So really every tiny aspect of everything is an influence that shapes and forms each beings reception of waht it defines as reality.
Hippies from the sixties were pioneers of spirit and rebelion. They learned lessons and followed in the wake of the Beats before them. Every new generation inherits the wisdom and success of it's elder mentors, and the failures of the old become the driving force to create something better for the world and their children by the young. If we were suddenly older without having lived and learned, we would have less to offer future generations.
Well alrighty then....let me ask you this. How much do you think your appearance as a 40-60 year old hippie effects the way people think about you versus what emotional content you've brought forward from being a 20 year old yesterday? Maybe the only way to answer that is dress up really well as an older person on Halloween, enough to fool people and see what the heck the difference is. You may find yourself adopting some attitudes and emotions you didn't have on the top ten list as a younger person. Of course, if you didn't have a slightly worried or angry face(which is a reaction to anger) people might wonder why this 60 year old hippie isn't worried about dying. lol
The name Moving Cloud reminds me of a story. It has been a few years now since it happened and the time of great pain between now and then has made fuzzy the details. That reminds me of a vision I had last night. My dog Fuzzy ate a bad spirit that creeps along the ground. I laughed at the vision, he is a like me. But I think it gives him a nervous twitch and caused him to not be able to move for a day or so a couple of times. One time I looked out the window and a black wicked energy creeped along the ground towards me. Fuzzy and his brother Sarge came upon this vision and sniffed it from both sides. It disappeared when they sniffed and they started getting angry at each other. This is how men that are brothers, the white and the indians came to fight and kill each other years ago. My story is about Sitting Bull and his great suffering he endured leading his tribe north into Canada with his many daughters. I talked or wrote a women who was interested in her pyschic abilities. She wanted to know where it was going. She was of mixed ancestry, some oriental, that is a fuzzy detail too. I told her I felt that the spirit of Sitting Bulls daughters was in her. I told her that, in the time of Sitting Bulls great sorrow in exile, that the daughters had given a great healing comfort to his soul. She was worthy of receiving this spirit that came through the living ancestors of Sitting Bull today. You see, the spirit of anyone can reach your souls through the living that share freely today at any time. I told her to believe in herself that she could at least heal herself of the perceived hatred she felt against her because of her mixed origin in a white society. I also told her I thought she had the potential to heal others hurting with prejudice against them in this country where all they want to be is accepted and loved for the person they are now. Perhaps what a 20 year old who suddenly becomes a 50 year old in an imaginary situation might notice is that the other 50 year olds who aged naturally and slowly have reached a compassion from experiences that caused suffering. A compassion for others where there might have be even hate or prejudice when they where 20. So relax brethern, those I would call sis, bro, starmom or dad who are not blood kin, open your mind in contemplation this Sunday September 3, 2006. It is not to late to change. All your suffering can give you more compassion if you imagine standing at Sitting Bulls side, maybe in his teepee in the great cold feezing winter in Canada. Imagine his suffering at trying to help his people he loved and not being able to do much. Compare that suffering to yours. How much like his suffering to yours is the feeling you can't do much about it. Now you have a chance to understand yourself. You are very great like Sitting Bull. The tears gently fall now like warm rain on my face, I will leave my tin teepee to greet a new day. Praise God that you are still alive even though you suffer and I will do the same.
I don't think looking older makes much or a difference in how people react to you. There are plenty of little children who look older than they are. It comes from within. I think the body and the spirit grow together as one.
yo............hailtothekingbaby.........you'd stand out like a sore thumb, that's a young hippie attitude to get involved in politics. But then that was the question, what makes you different than hippies who aged naturally.
