Who am I am who I am
Note: Audio is the preamble only
This post is a continuation of the posts: Be Vast, as ye sow, and pass it on, posts dedicated to discovering and being our Vast selves. Let us begin with where we’ve been. The combined three preambles of the aforementioned will kick us off.
The deeper the truth
The greater the tension
The greatest truths hold a vast tension between two seemingly opposing ideas.
Hold the Tension. Be Vast.
We must celebrate our own internal diversities & complexities. I believe that we must be vast. We must face the fear of hypocrisy. In fact, hypocrisy is mandatory, for all noble pursuits create within them the unavoidable trap of their own failures due to the nature of their higher aim. We must create a new standard that can hold the tension between seemingly opposing ideas. Progress is on the other side.
It is with a heart tuned to risk that I dare to be vast. Through the prevailing wisdom which says to specialize with a narrow laser focus, I am here to be vast.
I am here to encourage us all to fully embrace our inner complexities and diverseness and to blast that beauty all over the world with abandon.
We may only be as Vast as the conversations we are willing to have.
Every era's most crucial issues will include observably true topics that can not be interacted with, not because of any lack of evidence or importance, but due to the walls of emotions and social pressures surrounding them. Voldemort.
These topics are so important to broach that it isn't an issue if those bringing them up are primarily wrong, for the collective brilliance of mankind will invariably cook down the matter into a fine broth of needed and new understandings. The crux is that there be one willing to start the conversation. I dare to do so; you should too. This is the way of progress.
The world doesn’t just need more of you, it needs more of ALL of you.
This page is here to speak to our vast ability to positively impact the world.
This potential is either restrained or unleashed by our ability to hold the tension within truth.
Without intentional work to mature our understanding of the tension that lives within truth, wisdom will surely elude us.
Let’s do the work.
For the Love of People
It is all about the Love of People. All of them, everywhere, all the time, in every way.
If it were easy, everyone would be doing it.
There isn’t a more difficult mission; no other pursuit finds more enemies in closer places.
Nothing else is so misunderstood and called its opposite more consistently or vehemently.
To those who say yes, if you are to enjoy this mission, you must know who you are.
Problem-solving is the highest intelligence and the most useful attribute.
Deciphering unknowns into high-success probabilities is thee intelligence. Turning these unknowns into actionable solutions is the most valuable attribute at any time in any place. What is life if it isn’t a never-ending stream of unknowns bumping into our known, personal, and shared world? All the effort in the world is found somewhere on the scale between useless and detrimental when these efforts are pointed in the wrong direction.
How is this done? Let’s look at it a few different ways:
(decoding unknowns) + (discipline to execute) + (intuition & wisdom) = Problem Solving
or
(Truth) + (Action) + (Timing) = Problem Solving
Problem-solving is triangulating the position of the unknown by using our areas of high intelligence, which are turbo-charged by risk, experience, and knowledge.
Problem: that which is but shouldn’t be.
We love what is no matter how much it shouldn’t be. What is, is comfortable and safe. We mostly prefer the devil we know over the angel we don’t. The masses always choose Barabbas. So, problem solvers must RISK. The greatest problems will have the least allies, the most important problems will come with the highest cost.
There are enough new good things for every soul to say/do something that no one else is saying or doing. Brave new things will always expose the foundation of the relationships around us as either set in stone or built upon sand. If we do not know our unique calling toward risk, we barely know our own name.
RISK is the gateway to meaning. There is no other way, and there never will be. It is the foundation of every calling and life purpose… it is the regret of every deathbed… it is what’s missing in most stories I hear and eyes I see.
There is no mastering the art of being yourself without mastering the art of…
Risk
Everything speaks to everything. The more positions from which you can triangulate the unknown, the more accurate the coordinates. Are certain intelligences more useful depending on the area of the unknown? Of course. Yet, life has taught me that some of the most accurate and important solutions have come from someone triangulating unknowns from high places that buck the system and are counter to the norm.
One of the reasons we are to Be Vast is to pursue our ability to solve problems and, therefore, be useful.
Pass it on.
When I say, pass it on. What I do not want you to do is pass on this article. Or any post on this site, or anything I have ever said.
It must be you.
Pass you on. It has to be you. As much of you as possible, as often as possible, to as many people as possible, with as much vigor as possible, from the deepest parts of you, from the places you only dare whisper. Pass on those words you earned in long toil and from the times great pain and great joy. Raw is good.
Make sure to include the tough stuff, often the more offensive the more effective. Is offense not the nature of change, is change not the nature of growth, is growth not the nature of progress, is progress not the nature of thriving?
Who am I am who I am
Wisdom will say nothing but I told you so, wisdom holds both being and searching together, where each find there right place in time. One leading, then following, the other charging forward, then supporting, and then again taking center stage, just to sweep the floors.
Fear is killing you. No, you don’t get it. It’s killing the you within you, the you that you need, all the brightest parts, all the most daring hopes and dreams. The things you once wished you would be. But we are addicted to seeming a way to others, we want them to know we are sensible and safe. Where we live for approval, it is impossible to think clearly or live life as ourselves. You owe it to you to be brave, to be more and not less, for there is no you without you. No, you don’t get it. You’re just reading this. Snap out of it! Wherever you are not you, you need to ask thee question, who am I? I am who I am.
The things we are not supposed to think are where we fix bayonets.
We both know what it will do to our social credit score. Good.
"Will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?”
Every story is the Iliad and the Odyssey.
To the extent it isn’t, we have declined self.
Will you right the ship?
When I let go of what I am, I might become who I am.
What I am imprisons me in the comfort of similar sameness.
Who I am erupts only from the unknown.
Who am I am who I am.
All good ideas flow from respecting the deity of the sovereign soul.
Everything else is evil or the slippery slope toward it.
Let this fact expose the darkness within your motives.
He who is brave is free - Seneca
Our stress is the measure of our lack of bravery.
There are no exceptions, and there never will be.
(No (Help) Needed)
Reading-AThe strong-minded thrive no matter the fray,
With them comes joy for those hoping to get by.
Where she goes, the wavering snap to attention,
Swift action, a flurry of motion.
Purpose, Protenus, the impediment is pursued,
A surgeon of resting and rage, love and hate.
When she wins, even those defeated win.
From oneself to the masses.
The weak-minded struggle within every comfort,
From them decay lace, marble, and memory.
Where she goes, the disease spreads,
Delay, confusion, a bog of indecision.
Lack, need, envy filled greed,
A fool of sloth and chaos, love and hate.
When she wins, even the victors perish.
From the masses to oneself.
Reading-BThe strong-minded thrive no matter the fray,
The weak-minded struggle within every comfort,
With them comes joy for those hoping to get by.
From them decay lace, marble, and memory.
Where she goes, the wavering snap to attention,
Where she goes, the disease spreads,
Swift action, a flurry of motion.
Delay, confusion, a bog of indecision.
Purpose, Protenus, the impediment is pursued,
Lack, need, envy filled greed,
A surgeon of resting and rage, love and hate.
A fool of sloth and chaos, love and hate.
When she wins, even those defeated win.
When she wins, even the victors perish.
From oneself to the masses.
From the masses to oneself.
We will always have both, but if we celebrate both, it will all come crashing down.
“Love is a winding road, it’s older than old, and it’s hard to straighten.”
Love is that road less traveled, the preceding beauty we need.
Love is the soft scent of the flower petals, the roar of raging lions,
The smile of a newborn, the leathered stare of the wintered warrior.
Love is the lightning strike, and the long-suffering soul; it is fast, and it is slow.
It is whisper close, the cup of life, the dawning of a day, the calm of the night.
Sarah Collens Adams
“SHE WAS HERSELF”
How good are you at not being you?
What can you not face? Wheverver that is, you are not.
Where do you stress, fear, worry, panic? Wherever that is, you are not.
Where are you out of control? Wherever that is, you are not.
In these places, a twisted upside-down version of self trades:
ashes for beauty,
freedom for comfort,
adventure for applause,
newness for sameness,
being for seeming.
Without self, all the glit & glamor, approval & success will resonate with dead hollow tones.
There was never anything there to begin with.
Meaningless.
This place does not have part of something; it has all of nothing.
Seeking always finds a self and purpose others are not ready for. Always.
If you have not found this place you likely have never tried to, in fact you are likely trying not to, more likely still you are lying to yourself, telling youself you are seeking… but it’s all a big charade to fit in, because you hate yourself. Fitting in is lame; whoever you are trying to impress isn’t that cool anyway.
You are worth being you.
When goodness restored is your curse, you have surely earned that damning.
Do you hear the people sing?
The important detail is who is singing. Is it the song of complainers? Or.. Is it the song of angry men?
