Silicon Valley/Xinjiang, Beijing 1997: "Infinite Equality Of All, To Everything"

A friend tells me that an explosion rocked

a White and Red Number 22 Beijing bus.

It passed through the Xidan shopping district,

during rush-hour last Friday evening -
on a crowded downtown street people were killed.

It was confirmed 
that the blast was placed 
and timed for maximum impact.

The explosion appeared similar

to three simultaneous bombings of buses 
earlier in the year in Xinjiang.

Western China and Central Asia are angry storms 
of suppressed violence being expressd.

During the Winter of 1996, and the Spring of 1997, 
the setting off of bombs has become increasingly fashionable.

China’s borders, the Muslim and Tibetan regions of Central Asia, 
dispute their lands with international and domestic powers -
who throughout the ages drew and redrew the maps,
not consulting or cooperating with the indigenous native populations.

To some people the essence of taking land, 
without the local people's and community's permission,
is an act of declaring war for the natural resources 
of Central Asian intelligence, on the roof of the world's terraces.

Funny how wars created by centralized intelligence agencies, 

to gain control of the global rock bed 
and streams of highly-valued secreted-deposits -
is really a war on all the people and all of the planet.

The composition of our planet 
is not only spinning atoms, 

but highly-valued bright-sparkly bits 
of metals, oils, gases and water -

perhaps the people who pick at our surface,
when drilling beneath, 
will unearth the riches of the ages.

I wonder if with all this dismantling 
of our earthly crust 

we will end up 
drifting in space, 
landless, 
encapsulated in empty territories 
of uncommon disunity.

In Beijing, rumours circulate,
that the American trained Tibetan rebels 
are behind the recent bombings. 

It is commonly speculated, 
when groups of people 
are head over heels in love 
with aggressive violent ideas -
that someone must have come entrain, 
retain the locals to unlearn their peace,
train them to let lose ... let go of their land -
let go of their natural resources.
Someone reeducated them about their rights in our world.

Someone showed up, 
all dressed up, dressed to kill -
retrained the locals sense and sensibility,
fashioned the neighbourhood's wild tendencies,
fueled the community's wild foul ideas,
and set the region adrift on a wild goose chase ...
into the borderland areas of unstable creativity
creating change is sometimes creating instability -
when chaos reigns permission is granted,
for a foreign power, a strange force, to intervene 
and restore the peace for a price, pay a price for peace.

It is a showy business 
promoting instability, 
and causing tremors within society -

demonstrative teachings, 
on how to create sudden, 
and unexpected violence -

how to stir things up to make fear, 
for the sake of making fear, 
to make more fear - 

fear in the making 
requires engraving fear, 
into the hearts of our children -
or placing children in jeopardy,
so someone will fight a war on fear.

It is speculated 
that the creation of all these actions
is to shake and quake the Earth citizens awake.
Stir the unconscious greed for more sleep, 
revive delusional dreams of grandeur.
Waken us all from our slumber -
the deep hypnotic trance 
induced by the hold and sway of monetary gain.
Money a transcontinental power of economic isolation. 
Wealth a transcendental power of personal isotonicity.

With one eye closed, and one eye open, 
leaders rule using hypnotic hypertonicity 
to gain more subjugated hypotonicity -
it is easy to regulate and create a veil of superiority
when the people live under the illusion of a controlling majesty -
economic colonization by dominating the land and it's resources,
is a fool's gold of capitalizing off of other people's money -
using other people's profitability to produce for you,
a personal profit from being a spectator 
speculating on the orchestration where the notes fall -
controlling the rise and fall, crescendo and diminuendo,
of exchange rates, international pricing and global market trading.

An age old question asked by historical materialists -
"How does one gain affect at some one else's expense?"
Answer, 
"Limiting the manifestation to affect mutually unsustainable experiences.

An eternal question asked over the ages by spiritualists -
"How does one gain effect for every one else's benefit?"
Answer, 
"Expanding the manifestation to effect mutually sustainable experiences.

The war on people is an energetic one,

a vast psychic network of warring emotions,

which create conflicting self esteems.
The war on people is energetically fueled,
through creating addictions to limited unsustainable supply chains,
which in turn become the chains that limit seeing viable alternatives.
The war on people is an aggressive special effect,

the creation of fear of change -
creating a perception that change brings violence,
by creating a constant storm of limiting life choices.
The war on people over time erodes personally powerful decisions -
constant struggle calls into question the basic of life survival;
"Do I want, or do I not want, to be here on this planet during a time of transformation?"
Am I entangled in a form of mass-produced mind-body-spirit shock therapy?

Attacks of terror in China are diverse, 
guns are hard to obtain and strictly controlled.

China has too many vast multi-country borders to patrol, 
so law enforcement is strict, 
not at or because of border crossings
but within society's choices 
which ultimately finance 
anything and everything legal or illegal.

Drugs are illegal in China, 
but there are so many people and borders, 

that the boundary officers of the Chinese police
have a hard time being officers of the peace.

A police officer in China told me, 
the United States of America is lucky,

to have only two country land borders, 
and two water boundaries to patrol,

plus a reduced indigenous population from that of the past.

I told the policeman 
I personally do not want to make war on anything,

make war with anyone, 

make war with the past 

or make war in the present.

I would love people to wake up. 

I focus on waking my Self up.

I want to see what we condone as wrong doings in the past,

but we are still actively engaged supporting in the present -

we still economically support slave made goods,

we still economically support environmental destruction,

we still economically support colonization,

the people's hard earned money taxed and spent on dislocation.

I am loving how I am waking myself up 

becoming more conscious of how I imagine the world -

to not dream at night of a world full of images that sustain violence,

to dream of a world honouring and nurturing children -

and in my dreams I imagine choices that support common unity.

I remind this man policing China’s homeland security,

that all populations have in common, a few things not so trivial -

that people who are not superstitious, can often be superficial –

and most of our past is full of educational propaganda 
that advertises, commercializes, and promotes 
the segregation of one from the other, one from the whole, 
through careful selection and dissection, there is a separation of people, 
from their Self empowering imaginations, a price has been put on free love.

Overtime an intellectual reduction occurs within society, 

where situations become a class struggle -

social improvement is manipulated into artificial vagueness -

momentary fashion takes precedence over eternal Self cultivation -

misunderstanding of Self dignity and Self esteem can prevail,

until aimlessness neuters an individual's power 
into a form of strangled mind less neutrality.

I love the farmers market and cafes in the Muslim area in Beijing –

nicknamed Uyghur Ville, or Xinjiang Alley located near the area I live - 

the teacher, student, soldier, worker, farmer, peasant 
North West Beijing University District.

Conveniently bordering the newly created high tech zone,

which sprung up after 1989 over student body's protests,
that the University District remain historically intact and progressively whole.

International and local academia, artists and entrepreneurs 
hang out at street side cafe tables,

debating modern wisdom, 
while consuming ancient food and drink.

Beer or tea, spicy noodles with tomato sauce, 
cold appetizers, hot thin-crust pizza-bread ...
food brings nations together at one table.

Marco Polo imported these culinary treasures 
from China to Italy via the Silk Road -

Italy prizes, honours and celebrates all great things of good taste.

People of ancient ancestry  
historically influence every body.

Many wise culinary offerings worth worshiping, 
traveled the Silk Road north from Africa and India -

from places where many things seem not of this world ...
ancient, diverse, poetic, musical, literary -
sweet to the mouth and tasteful to the ear.

Whatever the hidden history, 
the Silk Road as a multicultural culinary treasure,
is inter-mixed and inter-shared by it's co-inhabitants,
Muslim-Jewish-Buddhist
Hindu-Christian-Science food enthusiasts.
The Silk Road has seen the all of the many religions,
as well as those who walk lightly by simply being here, existing.

The spirituality of Indigenous people native to these lands 
enthuses the world's territorial shamans to pray away global shame -
shamanistic memories, reminding us all where we come from, 
and remembering where we are going to -
The Shamans remind us 
of where we have stepped,
our steps we are presently taking,
and to step lighting upon the planet is to leave no footprint.
Shaman are the consciousness 
of the biosphere and the atmosphere,
and remember for us, and communicate to us,
that when we leave, please leave a light impression -
leave a place lighter for your having been there.

Ask the wind for ease, to erase your presence, 
enlighten the sky and the land, 
take with you when you go,
the sound of your heart beating.

All people's faces, voices, vices, body languages 
and musical talent is amazingly unique.

All people hold the richness of love of life
embodied in the bounce and step of their body.
unable to be contained by mere physicality, or polite conversation, 

a spirit larger than the time span allowed one person during one lifetime.

Technology showmanship, techno-ego times 
can be an out of balance dance
about who has the largest and most toys.

The special high tech zone in Beijing 
developed faster than any one anticipated.

I liked to go on demonstrations of new technology.

We would arrive at the demonstrations, 
transporting the latest technologic wonder,
by wandering wireless soft case, 
computer hard case, briefcase, saddlebag, bicycle bag -

we delivered the goods that had arrive over land, air, and sea. 

Technology is sometimes less about what people have,
and more about the cost to people of obtaining it. 
The revolution of people's volition ...
upgrades can sometimes be a downgrade,
a degraded society's trades down 
lessening the power of their individual choice -
increasing the power of others over your choices.

Boundaries, once double-crossed, 
transform neighbourhoods of individuals 

into fractionalized tribal clans of communities -
commonly unified bodies without limits 
that once felt powerful are herded and manipulated 
into bound and bordered masses 
numbed into mindless powerlessness.

From powerful to powerless,

we evolve our individual 
and collective self image, 
from past time into present moments.

Experiences potentially can glimpse 

the vortex of truth not formed from manipulated reality.

Awe, such is the realm of the unreal, 

where the illusion of powerlessness 

gives way to each Self's truth of authentic power.

Alas, old illusions potently crumble 

in the light of the new creation -

omnipresent infinite equality neutralizes silent,

the ubiquitous all, of every one to every thing.

When anyone chooses to fight another, 

perhaps the shadow boxing 
is a complex reaction to a simple reflection -

the mirroring of each fighter's internal struggle,
the inner war within each one of us, 
the invisible fear made visibly frightful, 
the individual struggle made manifest to remake the whole.

From power hungry authority 

to powerful influences,

power is a kind of physical might, 

a sort of spiritual strength, 

a force mechanical, or of divinity.

Power can be vague memories, 

of eternal personal truths, 

which replace bodies of previous rules and rulers -

Power can be truths erased by reducing the masses 

into dualistic dances of fight or flight, fright of light.

Ancient wisdom 

even if perceived to be long forgotten,

is of yet inextinguishable,

by the forever and ever light and darkness 

of the infinite equality 

of all to everything.

The infinite equality 

of all to everything 

has no requirements -

yet honesty prevails 

and is the precursor to the manifestation 

of everything for everyone.

When we pretend 

to be what we are not, 

we lose sight of an aspect of our soul.

Our head bows 

under the weight of our light dimming 

and our internal guide being silenced -

yet as we bring our awareness 

to our personal individual divinity, 

internal world and external world 'me' realigns with 'I".

I, in the mirror my universality, 

me inside my world inner and outer.

No matter where each one of us is born, 

no matter who each one of us is born to be,

alive each and every one of us is, 

immersed in a collective pool 

of infinite equality of all, to everything.

~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~

Gabriela Mistral wrote in 1922;

"Man, being blind, ignores

that where you step, you leave

a blossom of bright light,

that where you have placed

your bleeding little soles

a redolent tuberose grows."

During the Zhou Dynasty, Laozi (Li Er 李耳)wrote,

"Truthful words are not beautiful;

beautiful words are not truthful.

Good words are not persuasive;

persuasive words are not good."

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