We need each other differently than we ever served each other before. Everything has become instantaneous, from analog to digital. Some suppose it is necessary and productive, others presume it is robotic and destructive, and those who have no opinion form one by reading and listening to the opinions of others. We know so much that we don’t know anything at all. Very few of us are able to provide by being gifted with one skill alone. We name our talents hobbies that we inherited from our forefathers, and we milk machines for money like cows for a dose of adequacy and fullness. All well and good, if it makes us happy.
Our ancestors’ dominant craft and vocation passed down to us biologically is no longer enough to become of social and economic service as it used to be. The farmers’ corroded fingers are now manicured and typing away on daily-disinfected keyboards. The warriors’ powerful arms are flailing in a stretch against the wobbly gray desk of an office booth in a cemented structure. The tailors’ hands are out-of-service pocketed in a white coat, their eyes focused meticulously through a pair of gel-like contact lenses and then again through a chemistry lab microscope. That knack imprinted in our genes is being diluted. Our proficiencies are being expunged with each new generation and we are replacing them with new digital talents and computerized knowledge. All well and good, if it makes us practical.
Maybe at first, this digital evolution bore negative consequences, such as causing us to lose major intuitive physical aptitudes and emotional (as opposed to solely mental) alertness for a sound wellbeing. But now it’s not a bad thing. After all, media communications has helped people hear each other’s stories. That has to be good.On the contrary, our total and inevitable inducement in media wars is such that we are now deciding or debating (typically through a screen) on whether this digital age is altogether good. The tables are turning. Everyone’s robotically speculating and deciding, until they resort to disciplining their mind to zone out, in order to stop the media chatter of doom. We need yogis more than we need news reporters. We used to want to need things differently than we want to need them now.
A thought of breaking free crosses our mind, a click, a tap, and we now know about tribes that don’t rely so much on language and have heightened intuition instead. Some, like the animals, sensed the Tsunami and escaped it before it hit. A faction of us fascinated people wrote books about these rare tribes that portray true freedom. And a sub-category of that faction were so enthralled that we ourselves trained to activate our tribal spirit, or become the Shamans that Google taught us about, going on for days without food and water, exercising the mind that ‘All is Well’ for nourishment.
Without that click and the tap, would we have given a thought to who we used to be and what we were able to do with our minds before we became digitally categorized and steered? Ironically, those of us that are always hunting for some kind of light easily find transcendence through a screen that voiced to us with words, that lack of lingual, verbal communication can activate a magical innate human intuitiveness: Language-less harmony is bliss; it seems to be so from what we read and what we chatter through mantras such as ‘OM’. Even that could not have been discovered as vastly worldwide without loud digital language.
We now can send our DNA by mail and receive an email containing valuable information in the form of percentages of what we are. Grand. I truly mean it and I am not being sarcastic. The globalization of the Internet and media communications has created an online market for that. We are, all of a sudden and once again, highly interested. We want to be traced back, when just a minute ago we fought wars for our freedom from confining ourselves, or being confined, to a race or string of genes. We used to want to know things differently than we want to know them now.
We now collectively acknowledge the Law of attraction. We can’t call it whacko, because the 5 C’s certified it as sound information. To me, the 5 C’s are: Cohesive, Composed, Constituted, Constructive, and Conclusive scientific evidence. Without those C’s, decades of human experience is zilch. Oh, and as of 2004, most of us have heard about, or faithfully know, ‘The Secret’. And we make so much money trying to help people find it, because they forgot about it completely with this biological dilution process, that they have to pay to remember where it is inside them. We don’t tire from being reminded through podcasts and talks and healing workshops and books, and, and, and… even though Einstein told us about it in an equation. We used to call all this stuff that we thought was intangible New Age. Now it’s the age. We used to need to want things differently than we need to want them now.
I’m not being skeptical. After all, I’m writing this to share on social media to an invisible audience that inspire me, even further if they ridicule me. I am going to check for likes. I am going to worry about criticisms. I am going to be petty. And I am going to listen to YouTube videos and self-help podcasts to help me get out of this pettiness. I’m not any better than the accused here. I am a media communicator. I’m a hamster. I’m no Mowgli. If I am to fit in, or make money, or be considered as a sound moral member of society, I can’t help but be the dilutor of the likes of Mowgli, admiring my original rawness from afar, grateful not to be lost in the jungle sniffing my way out of trouble, using the power of my Wi-Fi connection instead.
But I’m just saying. I am just saying – since everyone else is also saying something non-stop – how much unnecessary knowledge has been circulating that our brain cells detonated and stopped being able to understand and perform their true, individual, genuine vocation? How is it so, that we now need major disposable income to afford the therapy and mind training needed to activate our innate human power to co-exist with ourselves, let alone others, in harmony? Is it even possible with all the digital noise of learning and acquiring and retaining of endless facts, latest trends and cultural hypes? Is there no boundary for how much we are able to know whatever is we want to know and think we understand? Are there no longer any hidden treasures? Is there no ‘come-upon and discover an untrod pathway’?
I look through the Instagram posts of people I follow. One of my accounts is a food business account, another is my personal vain, silly, selfie account, and then I have this burble blah-blah one. I follow different types of peoples’ accounts, and in each, different activities are highlighted. But in all, I see a promising pattern of a great need to ‘go back to nature’, to ‘activate our inner selves’ (whatever the heck that means, but yeah, count me in on that), ‘to find our true calling’…. to basically bring things back to the way they used to be before they became so chaotic and irritating. We need to selectively learn and master that selection of what we learn in order to be wise. And we need to let others be masters at what they do so that we can have the best teachers and providers in life. We need things to be the way they used to be. We need each other differently than we’ve ever served each other before. And this time I like to think that it will be simpler, worthier, inexpungible, and more authentic.
Beisan A. Alshafei
March 12th, 2019
Beisan's Burble 