The Sunday South Williamsburg streets are busy with Hasidic Jewish folks in all traditional black and white regalia pushing double strollers, reading thick books over thicker horn rimmed glasses. To a visitors eye, it would be as if the entire Pennsylvania Amish country came to Brooklyn, minus the horse drawn buggies.
My neighbor, Mr. Chen, a 30 year member of our tightly knit Forest Hills street took ill four months ago, and I had slight reservations (mixed emotions) about going to see him even though we spent a lot of time together over the years.
A stroke hit him quite hard and I was told that it severely hampered his memory, that he does not speak and that he mostly confined to rolling chairs and mechanical beds.
Nursing homes always feel like Gods waiting room to me, they sadden me as the next step seems so near. Attached tubes to veiny bodies, hollowed screams down long halls and the empty eyes fluttering about are all abound.
Bedford is smaller in scale, attendees and health care workers are on the go, room to room, activity to meals, smiles beaming when they look up to greet you. I found this to be the continuous theme from my arrival to my departure and the end result? Peaceful minds, content eyes, friends and family’s gratitude.
Anything that stimulates your nervous system will hold you up for a bit, then soon thereafter, drop you down. Daily use of and stimulants such as coffee, tea, cocaine, methamphetamine, whatever you’re into. They will all slowly draw you like an unhurried magnet into a place where you begin to feel insensitive to life. Now you’re holding your dog and he looks at you and the feeling is warm and loving, sensitive and unconditionally loving. And it is because their system is more attuned to the love and the feelings inside of you than you may be and your dog is likely not on meth. Your dog knows things that you will never know due to its high level of sensitivity awareness and our dulling sensitivity. This is one of the remarkable designs of the dog and I love dogs so I wanted to drop a quick dog plug.
I am learning more about my current sensitivity to life even
as the years have added up and as I look around today I find that people are
very ego sensitive, they are not life sensitive anymore, so they can not truly
feel life. For this type of unfortunate soul, only their thought and the
emotion to follow is life, again, because they can not feel life. They have all
earned variable degrees of insensitivity.
Question: If you walk out into the forest, can you feel the trees
by walking among them without touching them? They can feel you and I do believe
that the dogs can feel them back. Therefore you certainly can not feel the
little creatures that have come to gaze at you from the trees or hollow logs as
you walk unknowingly among the trees. The sensitivity is dwindling and when I
see the majority pecking upon their phones, I dread the day that sensitivity is
all gone, sensitivity is rapidly losing its place in today’s modern life.
As I write this I find myself thinking about the drubbing headaches
I have gotten in the past when I was on a cell phone call and how hot my ear
head became in such a short period of usage. So I researched ‘microwave frequency’,
the frequency that our devices transmit with and the information startled me
enough that I had to eliminate that from my life. Then I began to take account
of more of the body disturbing transmissions and their wounding echoes all
around me here in New York City. Today’s machines have continuous daily reverberations,
constantly buzzing and banging day and night, something seems to always be
And on top of that, we can not always hear or see the reverberations
source with these WiFi’s and stuff and they are doing the same thing the ones
that we can see are doing to us, but quietly and unnoticeably. Televisions with
people talking and arguing and shouting, traffic rumblings which amounts to excessive
reverberations and constant aftereffects and I find it hard to be calm and to reduce
my body’s burden to it, my absorption to it and seems to just bounce of everyone
else’s. How is that possible when something is always buzzing or bumping?
Aftershocks and their continuous echoes have a throbbing property on my
particular human system.
Yet we as a people are a kind of reverberation, a reverberation
of energy and matter. So I wonder is there needs to be a space to allow
ourselves to reverberate back to balance ourselves, a reverberation to nature
so our city reverberations can be released. Then we can develop and grow and
spread our human system reverberations and to not to allow them to be reduced to
an unheard internal crisis.
In all of this, there is no room for you to become more life
sensitive. To sit quietly for a moment and be able to experience a fraction of
a moment of the universe outside of our scopes and sounds, it takes a certain
amount of sensitivity to do this without lowering the life experience. Are more
sensitive people like myself that feel in a more profound and deeper way?
Touching the base of the brass lamp on my desk for a quick moment. It is cool
to the tips of my fingers and I feel can the designers fingers crafting the
designs and understanding his intentions and I know few feel the same way that
I do. There has to be others that can really feel the lamp.
Are you moving toward freedom and feeling the lamp or are
you allowing your sensitivity to be enslaved? With all of the many of life’s challenges
we all face on a daily basis, we all can easily get all tangled up and loose
our gift to feel deeply, to cultivate our sensitivity to its fullest potential.
I’ve read some books, discussed with those that are familiar to the subject and have only begun my personal exploration of experiences on the topic of nature’s ability to heal, to heal us, the people of this planet. I have been gulping down yam tubers, Cassava tap roots, Taro corms and ginger rhizomes and I learned about each root. Next I will move on to stems and perhaps bulbs as well, as all have some medicinal quality. I have known about the health benefits of eating leaves and in some cases smoking them a bit that I affectionately refer to as “green dragon leaf” which will ail what might be troubling your overly analytical, hyper-busy or troubled mind.
The problem as I see it is there is not a national push to emphasizing to learned about how too properly grow and prepare and consume and benefit from the roots. And it should be imperative to the public to be more engaged and teaching their children to be more interested in the wonderful power of plant roots.
Its fall time now and there are a lot of leafs and roots and stems around as harvest begins its full progression into final gathering. So go about and eat as many roots you can and you will become suddenly healthier, but unfortunately, that’s not how it works. Learning about the medicinal properties of each root and deliberately apply the specific part of the plant to the specific health problem or ailment. Some say that it is correct to generally consume an assortment of roots with the hope that because they each exhibit medicinal properties and your health will automatically become better. There is a great passion to each point of view and I feel that these different methodologies might not have a right or wrong, better or worse answer, I could find no definitive research. To me, it matters not as long as I have a continual supply to keep me munching roots throughout the winter and I shall remain perfectly content, and a pint or two of the home made cider flagon with a heavy dose of cinnamon root.