Shackles

There are metaphorical chains upon our hue-man beings, found in several places. There are invisible chains collared around the neck, a ball and chain clamors around the feet, and hands, at times, are bound to taking. The mind is shackled by its notions implanted and cradled as if they were personal possessions.

This prison appears to be made by our own hue-man device of ‘holding on’.  Should we deem shackles so precious in this world as to love them more then freedom? Has ignorance been bliss for so long, that the tough road to freedom is seldom ventured? I am reminded of a chained animal trying to escape its bounds. It runs, pulls, jumps, and attempts to break free over and over, only to be pulled back to the holding post. Are hue-mans different from this? It is said in Tarot metaphor that the chains upon the man and womb-man are worn loosely around the neck, and for some odd reason, they do not remove them. Are hue-mans addicted to being bound. Is freedom too hard to endure? Can the world find change if it continues in the stance that ignorance and, not knowing real individualistic freedom, is a blissful state?

Freedom is often misconceived as egoistic license to be a narcisstic junkie. This is not the freedom that liberates. The 
mundane always has its divine and higher expression. Freedom 
to rage in another's face is not the same as freedom to soul-fly. 

 

The Triangle Life Metaphor

Triune reality is fairly common in the world. Trinities are found in many forms. The atom is made of a nucleus, protons and electrons. Hue-mans are said to contain body, mind and soul. There are then senses, spirit and thoughts -- thoughts which mingle in the conscious mind, subconscious and unconscious. There is the trinity of the Christian Godhead, Father, Son and Holy Ghost. There are the three veils in Judaic thought of Ain, Ain Soph and Ain Soph Aur. The Hindus uphold the triune combination of Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva. Critical thinkers practice the art of thesis, anti-thesis and synthesis. Hermetics arrange Art, Science and Magick as a triune combination. The male and female give birth to the child to form a mortal trinity.

What of the left, right and middle? The middle is often an neglected element. What of the heavens, earth and hell? Is earth life often tossed aside for worries of the future experiences with darkness and light. What of the gray matter?

Polar views erase the triune template from the life metaphor. When the two compete for recognition, should we ask where is the third principle?
 

Masks

Have you ever heard it said, "Oh, my life is an open book."

Dare we ask if this book is a fiction novel?

After recently contemplating how the process of the removal of the hue-man mask was feeling in actuality of experience, I ran into a mention about the many small masks hue-mans wear, which cover the larger mask behind them. The concept and truth of the possibility of many masks arose to shatter my dreams of freedom from masked living, thinking there was but one mask. In that moment, I gazed outward at those who are free from masked captivity. I knew it was real, the superficial and the reality. I could feel it, living it. As more masks were recognized, they bore their burden. It was a very heavy feeling to sense the clutter of illusion on top of the face that wishes to surface into living reality. But burdens are generally lifted after a time of literally feeling their weight. The recognition, of weight and lightness in living, manifests pure knowing. Masked life is quite a phenomenon of experience.

The greater work is to not be fooled in thinking one is free. The Mask of Denial is also often premiering on the hue-man scene.
 

Dog Leash

The next hue-man metaphor is the "Dog Leash." The metaphor concerns dog-leash activity between hue-mans. Invisible ropes, invisible ties, invisible cords holding 
some hue-mans tight. One is master and the other dog, but in metaphorical terms,
its an illusionary cord.  

Poetic line of the day!

Frightened scenarios and lack-luster posh blare radio thematics abroad.

 

Hue's of Humanity

The hue-man is much like the colors of the corn. The four primary colors of the corn are: Black, Red, Yellow and White.  Some Native American Indians call these colors the sacred colors. That is a serious note rather then a 'corny' one. 

On the 'corny' frontier,  how many people do you know that use the terminology of their race being a sacred color, or a color of the corn? I am a white corn womb-man. I am a black-corn man. I am a red corn being.  I am a yellow corn person. I am a sacred color hue-man.