Stewardship versus Ownership

Stewardship (responsibility for the upkeep of things around you)

versus

Ownership (claim the right to tear it up if you want)

This may break your bubble, but if you can’t take it with you when you die, it was never really yours.

As a human, you have stewardship over the material world while you are here, but when you try to “own” physical stuff, you waste your precious time defending that claim.

Your time cannot be saved for later and is at the center of all that matters.

Spend it wisely in stewardship of all that surrounds you.

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Thoughts on Equality

I so look forward to getting to work each morning. I revel in the opportunity to help people recover from serious health problems.

My thoughts this morning are again on equality. Can two individual human beings be equal? I like to split the human experience into four parts. Which of these parts can be brought to equal across a group of people?

Time (24 hours/day)                    – Time (24 hours/day)
Talent (10,000 different skills)   – Talent (different cluster of natural skills)
Training (compounds over time) – Training – (different paths lead to different places)
Treasure (hand-me-downs)         – Treasure (more debt than treasure)
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Success (fulfilled and generous)    -Failure (fearful and dangerous)

These factors carry varying weight and can shift as time passes.

Notice the only part of this equation that is actually equal on both sides is time.

Time is where we are equal.

What we each do with our time as it passes creates separation or understanding between us. Then the beat goes on….  Each pulse we all loose time, gain experience, face challenges, and live on.

Time is money…

Written by Marc Stevens Wednesday, 01 October 2008

I have work to do. But I’m waiting. It’s been overcast and rainy, and my solar panels have not kept up with my time on the computer, so now I need to give them the time they need to catch up with me. I sit. I’m reading a beautiful book, a memorial to John Lennon. (Imagine!) I glance out the window and admire the stark beauty of the thunderheads building against the rich blue background of high desert sky. Time is money, I think. And then some other part of my brain pipes up and says, “WHAT???” I sit up a bit straighter and try and figure out what just happened.

I have work to do. But I’m waiting. It’s been overcast and rainy, and my solar panels have not kept up with my time on the computer, so now I need to give them the time they need to catch up with me. I sit. I’m reading a beautiful book, a memorial to John Lennon. (Imagine!) I glance out the window and admire the stark beauty of the thunderheads building against the rich blue background of high desert sky. Time is money, I think. And then some other part of my brain pipes up and says, “WHAT???” I sit up a bit straighter and try and figure out what just happened.

I have at my hands a bit of reality. The sky is beautiful; it’s quiet. There was a small herd of elk grazing outside my window last night that blew me away. Three mothers and two children, the mothers grazed while the children settled themselves down to rest in the tall grass. After a bit, they moved on. Time is Money. “What?” What is time, to the elk?

Last week I happened across the statement, “There will never be a time when it is not now.” Hugh Prather wrote that. I have no idea who Hugh Prather is, but he has changed my world in some way. Time. Clouds. Elk. Waiting for my solar power. It just is. It is what it is. Time is Money. What? What can that mean? Time going by is an expense? But all I have is time. There is nothing else. When my time stops there can be no debt, for there will be no more time. Can debt exist in nothingness? No, of course not. I glance outside as I notice the sky darkening. There goes my solar power, I recognize. Has time changed?

Time is money. The clouds pass and I get more solar. Has time sped up? Maybe I need to consult with Einstein on this one. Does elk time speed up when the sun is shining and slow down when clouds intervene? I look outside. Yep, there it is, the world around me, just being. Everything is just as it should be. I hear a rifle crack. It’s elk season. In St. Paul, at the Republican convention, the riot police were herding people into cages. It’s … “people” season? They’ve decided. They’ve decided who will be allowed to express his or her opinion, and who will be herded into cages. It’s the democratic way.

Time is Money. What IS money? It’s time. (t=m m=t) The only way that I can figure time is money is if money is the measure of my life. The clouds pass overhead and I must stop and allow my batteries to rest, I can’t get done what I need to do to “make the money” I need to pay the taxes which are coming due. Time is Money. Taxes are due. Taxes are due regardless of the clouds. Taxes are due until the rifle crack ends time for this elk.

Time is Money. Time is Life. So… Money is Life. Life is Money. … Ah, there we have it. Money is life. I’m a commodity! Cool! I get it now. Okay, so what we have here is that my life has a certain tax value. I must spew out taxes at a given rate, minimum. Otherwise I’m of no value. I’m a cash cow. Without my taxes the democratic machine will starve. We can’t have that. Democracy minus Money equals …? What, freedom? Democracy minus Money equals no one to put people in cages for desiring to speak their opinions. But I’m not spewing money, I’m sitting here while the sun and the clouds tease my solar panels. While I contemplate the elk and John Lennon (Imagine!) and revere the essence of simply being.

I am not a cash cow. I’m an elk. I am. That is all. I don’t need any reason, I just am. My time is not money, my time is love. My time is life, the will to create each day and make it worth the gift of just being. I don’t owe you. You can’t take me. If you take me you have a shell, you don’t have my life. Life is a gift, and by definition, a gift can’t be taken, it can only be given. Life is. Love is. There are no taxes due. Treasure yourself as the very special gift you are. Be not the gruel in another’s bowl, be the sun that warms his skin and charges his solar panels. I am. That is all. That is plenty. No taxes due. I bid you peace and love and the warmth of the sun.

IQ and timing adjustments

I have been contemplating the Shao Lin trick of slowing time.  This is much easier than it sounds.  You see, modern sensors confirm our sensation of the passage of time is caused by the constant conscience comparison of the frequencies around us to the pulse width of our own brains.

If something is vibrating too fast, direct interaction would be like jumping on a moving train so it appears solid to us.  Conversely, we can not directly observe a flower blooming because its timing is too slow for our brain’s pulse width.

Understanding this lead me to the idea that measuring IQ is nothing more than getting a measurement of the speed of our brains.  If this calculation is true, then exercises to increase the clock speed of a person’s brain should show up as an increase in their IQ.  Of course, activities that slow the clock speed (i.e. television) should lower a person’s IQ.

Thoughts?