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Jesus (“Christ”???) [Post #116]

Well, since I’ve been saying how I like Jesus’s teachings and find living by them to be a good way to live a fulfilling, good life, I thought perhaps it would be a good time to explore who this person was, or who people thought he was. A big question, for sure, no?

So, Yeshua, to use his correct name according to scholars, who was he, or even, was he? For a few years or so in my life I was an atheist-agnostic. I had given up on believing so much of the fundamentalist, evangelical stuff after deep theological and historical study that I proclaimed myself to be an atheist. So, I delved into the atheist and agnostic views of life. I read books claiming that the man Jesus never actually existed. The evidence was that he was hardly even mentioned by historians of the ancient time. Interesting, but not very convincing to me. I think someone lived and did some amazing things to create such a movement that Christianity eventually became. Someone like the legend of Jesus existed, I decided. But what was the true story about this interesting man?

Well, you can study this subject forever and still have that basic question in your mind, just who was this person? So, in this short essay I will basically scan over this subject for an overview of the different perspectives on this question. You can decide where you stand, or, most likely, you have already made up your mind of who Jesus was. Are you a believer? A believer in what, exactly?

So, at the one end of the spectrum, there are some who believe that there never was a man Jesus. A few may take that position. Most people believe there was a wandering, preaching Jesus. Different views developed on who exactly he was. The gospel of John considers him as always existing from the beginning of time. “In the beginning was The Word… He was with God in the beginning.” That’s at the one extreme.

Different groups developed other views of when Jesus became God. Some say he was human but became Divine at his baptism by John the Baptist when the skies opened up. Some say he was never human, he was always Divine. Some say he was half human, half Divine. And on and on the different beliefs went. Some view him as a prophet or sage, a great teacher of spiritual things, but fully human.

So, I’ve been all over the map on this subject. I’ve spent a lot of time in theological study. It’s all interesting, but in the end, to me, I don’t really care how you handle this topic. My point is that this man they call Jesus in these old writings, scriptures had wonderful teachings and insights into the human life on this earth, in the many different cultures. I am more committed to his way of life, his teachings than to anyone else that I’ve studied over my life. The “Christ,” the “Messiah?” A sage, a great teacher? I say, that’s your call. As for the theology about being a sacrifice for our sins, a savior, well, that’s your call, also. That was not his teaching, really. That was the apostle Paul’s teaching. He really developed what became the religion we now call Christianity. You can believe that, also, if you choose.

My point is that you seriously consider and study the Jesus teaching and the stories of the life of this man. Consider what He taught. Consider how he lived. A sinless, perfect Son of God? Your decision how far to go down that line of thought and belief.

I live the Jesus life. I commit to the Jesus life. I recommend the Jesus life. I guess you could say I preach the Jesus life (well, except I really don’t preach, rather “recommend). Jesus the Christ? Ah, the mystery. The mystery of religion. The mystery of all religions. That is my fascination with all of this. The mystery of all life.

Wally

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It’s All Choices in the End [Post #115]

So, my previous blog ended with me saying it all comes down to life being about love and about choice. And I think that really is the way it is. Our choices throughout our life determine so much. We all have things happening to us from the day we are born. We all have what we call our good times and our bad times. If we are honest in looking at life and our world, we see that horrible things happen and exist. Oh, I know there are “spiritual” people that would disagree and say all is wonderful, there’s no such thing as evil in the world, that it’s all how you look at it. Been around those people, those groups. Don’t buy that line of thought and belief, though.

So, we’re born, and in those early years we really don’t have much control over the things in our lives. If we’re lucky, we are born into a good family. Good, loving, caring parents and family members is the ideal. Some people are fortunate to have that in early life and some are not. But as we come along in our childhood. we do have many choices to make every day. Little choices. How to feel, how to react to situations. Every day, choices to make.

Of course, as we grow and mature, we continue making choices all the time. And eventually we begin to make some big choices. Do we do this, do we do that? What do we get involved in? What interests do we give our attention to? Do we think for ourselves, or do we go along with the crowd, our culture, our society? Do we give in to all our urges, do we try “questionable” things (drugs, promiscuous sexual activities, crime, violence, etc.)? Every little (and big) choice takes us somewhere in our journey. We go down this path, we go down that path. And the consequences of all those choices take us somewhere. That somewhere is our life.

So, if you’ve read many of my blogs, you know that, overall, I’ve had and am having a good life. Hence, the title of my blog website ” On the Path; A Wonderful Life” And that is accurate. I have had a wonderful life. I’ve accomplished my dreams in so many ways. I’m satisfied how it has all turned out. And now I see how it was all a consequence of the many choices I have made all along the way. Millions of choices through the years since my birth.

Of course, not all of my choices were good. I made some bad choices and suffered the consequences, just as everyone does. But you know what? I self-corrected. I did not go off in the wrong direction for very long before I came to my senses and realized that this is not the way to go. I’m very thankful that I was guided to a better way before too long. Yes, I feel that I was guided. What does that mean? Is there a God? Is it watching over me and nudging me, some or all of the time? Deep questions, huh? I think so. A “higher self?” A god of a particular religion? Angels, spirits, energies?

I ended my previous blog talking about my knowing that there is a “something.” And that knowing all of life is about love. That there is good, and that there is bad, really bad in life. And there is choice, which is what this blog post is about. The choices that make up our life. So, at this point in my life, what do I have to say as I reflect on the subject of choice and love and living a good life?

I asked, “how will you live? How do you live?” And I suggested examining Jesus’ teachings. And the Kingdom of God. And I said it is within you (the Kingdom of God), if you choose. I didn’t mean that in a “preaching” way, as a “Bible thumper or fundamentalist, evangelical-type Christian way. More like in a philosophical, metaphysical, spiritual way.

As I’ve said, our life turns out to be a result of our choices as we live. I’m advocating that we think about our choices more consciously, more deliberately. And, yes, I’m advocating that we study and consider seriously Jesus’ teachings.

His teachings were all about a relationship with what he called God. We may have other terms we may use. As I’ve said, I often use the term “the something,” since I don’t want a rigid and closed definition and conception of “God.”

Jesus’ teachings work for me. Yes, there are other saints and prophets and sages and teachers, but I find Jesus’ teachings are great, life-altering if we let them be. I find that it is possible to experience the Kingdom of God that Jesus spoke of. That was his message, as I see it, “don’t look here, don’t look there… the Kingdom is within you!” Open up to the spiritual dimension, I say, and experience “God,” “The Kingdom.” That’s how to live. And live love, with Jesus as your example. It works. It’s how I choose to live. Another good choice, as I see it.

Wally

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The One True Religion [Post # 114]

Well, that title should get your attention. The one true religion. In one short essay I shall resolve the big question of What is the true religion. There are hundreds of religions, you know. Ever wonder which one is the real one. Can’t all be the one true religion, right. Right. So….

You have probably sensed from my blogs that I do have a great curiosity of things religious, spiritual, or other-worldly, beyond the veil, as they say. Well, you are correct. A quick overview of my “theological” adventures and studies may help you in understanding this essay on finding the one “true” religion.

Some of the major religions of the world… but many more….

My family was not really a religious family. We did say grace at dinnertime, and I was taught to say my prayers at bedtime, “now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,,,,” But that was it. The kids were sent to Sunday school. We atternded church because my dad liked the minister because he was a big football fan. But the really “religious” stuff, well, that was not important or talked about. My father told me about the many phony ministers he knew in his life, etc. So, we attended church because the minister was a sports fan. And when the minister left and a new one came, that was the end of church attendance for us.

I had a lot of frustrations and problems with my childhood at home and one day in my teens I had a breakthrough of sorts. I had what I would call a “come to Jesus” moment that broke open a new outlook on things in my life. I got in touch with the possibility of a life beyond the rather unpleasant (at times) material world I grew up in. That moment started me on a quest to discover if here was more to life than the merely “visible” life I was experiencing.

I got involved in a church group with friends at high school. I attended church and youth groups and socialized with my church friends. After high school and a year of doing different jobs, I decided to go to college, I picked a Christian college a couple of friends were attending and off I went to college in Seattle, Washington. It was an interesting time, and I really enjoyed it. At the end of my four years there, I decided to go on to graduate school at a theological seminary. I enjoyed that experience also.

I left seminary after one year and eventually began my thirty-three-year career in aviation with an airline. I never lost my interest and curiosity with things religious and spiritual during my work life. I went through different phases of being a church member and losing my previous faith and being an agnostic and atheist for a time. Always studying and continuing my education, I became knowledgeable of the many religions and spiritualities out there in the world. It became a bit overwhelming as there are so many different religions in existence, all claiming (well, most claiming) to be “The” religion, the one true religion.

I’ve found a lot of good stuff in various religions. I’ve found a lot of what I would call bad stuff in various religions. Any study of history reveals how horrible many religious movements have been over the years. And I mean horrible. So, being a student of history and of religion and philosophy and science, how do we put this all together? What is the answer? What is the truth? How are we to live? What the $%@&^ is it all about?

I’ve found the one true religion. Yes, it may have taken a long lifetime, but I have found it. I have found that the one true religion is the “mystery.” Yes, the “mystery” of life. You think you have it all figured out? Hmmm…. You know what? You won’t know till it’s all over! Then you will know (if there’s something beyond, something “other” than the visible world we’ve been living in). Or, the alternative is, you won’t know, if there is nothing after death, just nonexistence (which some would say is truth). So, yes, it’s a mystery until we move beyond this dimension. Oh, yeah, we all have our ideas. Our faiths, our speculations, our “certainties.” Our intuitions.

I know. There are people that have an awareness of an existence before birth. There are those who have other “mystical” experiences. Near death experiences. Past life remembrances. Yes, and I have had my “otherworldly” experiences. What to make of it all? Like I said, it is a mystery. I live (and I would say we all live) in the mystery.

One thing I know is that there is a “something.” I know that all of life, if one is awake and aware, is love. Love is what life really is. I do not deny evil, bad, horribleness. Life is horrible in so many ways. But there is also the opposite. There is good. There is love. There is choice. It does come down to choice. How will/do you live? Examine Jesus’ teachings. The Kingdom of God. It’s within you. If you choose.

Wally

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It Ain’t Over Till It’s Over [Post # 113]

Well, following up on my recent blog on retirement and the joy I’m experiencing being retired, I’m having many thoughts about this stage of life. I mentioned that some people do not necessarily enjoy being retired (the “go getters,” those that have lots of energy, ambition, can’t sit still for a minute people) and others (like myself) just love retirement. Two different perspectives on this period of our lives.

Well, even those enjoying retirement have to have something to keep them going. Keep them alive, vibrant, interesting and interested, active to some degree. To just stop, give up on activities and interactions and some kind of social life is not good or healthy, I think. So, what keeps us going? What inspires us, what sustains us?

My life has been great. A success, I’d say. Ready to die, move on to something else if there’s something else? No, I don’t think so. I’m feeling there’s more right here, in this life, to do. I feel a strong feeling that there’s more to do. Is God or the life force leading me on to more? Perhaps something new and different? Well, let’s find out, I say. What’s next in this game of life?

One new direction I’ve taken these past few years is my writing. My inspiration to start blogging, sharing my thoughts and feelings and life story has been a new experience. A little scary at first, I did just plunge ahead and did it. It’s been satisfying and educational for me. It’s a learning experience for me if nothing else. And it has let people how unique, ok, weird, I really am.

So, it’s not over. What’s next? Well, I figure I will continue with writing. We’ll see where that goes. I’d like to write a book or two, but I don’t think I have the patience to endure that large of a project. Are there things I’ve put off in my earlier years that I feel like pursuing now? Nothing comes to mind. I’ve done a lot of traveling. Seen a lot of the world. Very satisfied in that arena.

I am pursuing my educational interests, my continuing education; lifelong learning in fields of interest and some new areas. We’ll see where that goes. I’m interested in the deeper things of life rather than the more superficial things most of our society is obsessed with. So many people just full of prejudices and rigid opinions and susceptible to cults, charismatic leaders, etc. Sick of it all. But I am interested in researching and exposing the crap of these people, organizations, etc. I guess I am a “truth seeker” at heart. Always have been. Just want to live a true life. Be truth is my motto.

As to what “sustains me,” well, that’s an interesting question. Like I said, truth seeking obsesses me. Getting out in nature sustains and enlivens me. Beauty enthralls me. Good relationships, good friends excite me. Starting each day anew is thrilling. Having time to contemplate and be alone in personal spiritual practice gets the day going in the right direction. Inspiration comes in unexpected moments. I have learned to just “go with the flow.” I just “let it be,” and see where it goes.

So, we live a long life, and there’s still more to go. I think that’s exciting! So many friends didn’t get this far. Cut down in the midst of life, as they say. I do appreciate that I’ve come this far. Much further than I ever expected. Outlived my mother by almost twenty years and have almost outlived my father. I’m thrilled about this.

As my blog title states, it ain’t over till it’s over. I’m thankful it is not over yet. I hope I have a lot more discovering, exploring, and enjoying of life. My curiosity does keep me busy, moving forward. I can’t let the crap of the world get me down. I can’t control a lot of life, but I can control my mind, my thinking, my personal space and environment. My connection to the real source of life. Hope you can say the same and see it that way. What’s the saying? “Go with God!” Whatever that means to you, however you see it. It’s the best way to live.

Wally

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Retirement Enlightenment / Freedom [Post #112]

Okay, I truly understand some people really, really love retirement and others do not want any part of the “retirement” stage of life. Yes, some people love working, doing what they love (the “I’ve never worked a day in my life” people). Got it. I really believe those people are serious and living their best life. Good for them. Enjoy, I say.

I, on the other hand… well… I feel like I was made for retirement. I, at least, was smart enough to realize I had to work, work hard, and for a long time and endure whatever I had to to make it to my “paradise” called retirement. And you know what, I endured a long work life and eventually the day came when I declared “I am retiring.” Hallelujah!

I wrote earlier that during college I used to take breaks and drive out to Magnolia Bluff in Seattle and just watch the Puget Sound area and ferries crossing the sound and wonder what my life was going to be about. Deep thoughts, contemplation about my future life. A good time to reflect on life.

Well, my life did turn out to be very good. A year of graduate school in theological seminary in Chicago, then a return home to California to some temporary jobs, then a beginning of my long airline career. An achievement of obtaining my commercial pilot license and flight instructor certificate. Travel around the world. Lots of good times. A little taste of the wild side of life, but very restrained as I had a strong desire to live a good, long life and not self- destruct. I saw too many people “lose it” and die early deaths. Not for me, I told myself.

So, a good work life. Great times ( with, of course, the times of crisis and problems, but overall good times). I was very pleased and happy over how it all turned out. I worked long and hard and hit the retirement stage. Life was good.

So, retirement. I had arrived. It was time to start my new life. I was ready. And off I went into this new life. Time to do the things I wanted to do. Great travel benefits to enjoy having retired from the airline industry (i.e. free travel for myself and spouse). Did a lot, saw a lot, experienced a lot. Loved a lot. A great life.

So, I have learned a lot in this stage of life. My perspectives and beliefs about this life have changed with the freedom of not having to work, not “having” to do a lot of things. I wish I had the knowledge I have now, way back when I was young, but, well, that’s not how life works. As they say, “too soon old, too late smart.” Wow, how true that is. But let me tell you what I have learned.

I have learned that I don’t give a %#$&*@ about so much that I used to care about. I now only care about the important things of life. The really important things. I only care about love, living with love in my life, not hate, anger, resentment. Not allowing hate, negativity, control, manipulation and put-downs to enter my personal environment.

I have learned that most of life is sh*t. That may sound negative, but I say that’s really the way it is, as I see it. So much of life, just crap. Most of life is crap in that you don’t know much when you are young, and you are subject to older people and their bitterness and their many psychological maladjustments, etc. And, to get through life, you have to “play the game,” the game of life. You had better be like this, you better do that, you should “blah blah blah, etc. You are influenced by whoever you are around, and we often are not around good, sound, well-grounded people. That has been my experience.

Of course there are good people out there. I hope you found some in your life here on this planet. Of course I did. Very helpful, compassionate, loving people. But. as I see it, they are few and far between. That’s been my experience. And fortunately, I found enough to make an impact for good on my life.

We have to do so much “kissing up” to people to be “successful.” Kissing butts, playing the game that has been set up. Yes, some may be very independent and strong and extremely successful. Thank God for those people. I was one of those from time to time. I somehow managed to walk the middle road and played enough of the game to get where I needed to be. I feel that “something” helped me along. For me, there’s always been that something, just as there is now in my life.

I consider that something “The Something.” Call it Spirit, the Higher Self, God if you will. There is definitely a something, as I see it. Jesus seemed to know about this something, calling it his father, God. He talked about living in the realm of this something, calling it the Kingdom of God. Okay, I won’t argue with that conception of the invisible realm that seems to surround us if we are open to it. I find that seeing things this way works for me. It really does work for me. Especially at this later stage of life. I mean, this is it. How much of life is left, really. We’ve lived a long life (if we’re lucky/fortunate), and now we contemplate it all (well, some of us anyway). What’s it all about, Alphie? Truly, what is it all about. (We have religions to give you answers to that question if you go that way. Or, perhaps you develop your own religion rather than strictly agree to and join one of the thousands of religions and belief systems in this world. Whatever. Do what you must to make sense of this mystery called life. Be open. Be open to truth, to the mystery. I am and the only way I can be at peace with it all is to live in love. Just live love. F**k the rest, I say. Have a good rest of your life. That’s where I’m at. I played the game. I survived the crap. I’ve had an ideal life, as I see it. Enjoy the bliss, I say! Amen.

Wally


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Masters, Gurus, Teachers, Cults [Post #111]

Well, this political season is a wild one. Lots of talk about cults and lots of anger and hatred and rigid thinking. Gets me thinking about these things. History is full of cults and people needing groups and leaders to follow who promise everything to loyal followers and use various manipulative and control tactics to maintain a very tight control of followers and their minds. I have even had some personal experience with “cults” in my life.

Now, the term cult does not always mean a bad thing. But often, especially these days, it does imply a bad thing. Christianity was considered a cult in the early days. Now it is rather mainstream, you could say. So, cults can be very bad or just a nuisance , you could say.

My experience with a cult sort of “snuck up on me” over a period of time. I got talked into joining one of those “human potential,” self-improvement,” “enlightenment” movements of the 1970’s. I did a training and consequently took “graduate seminars.” Did a few, or perhaps several, then decided “enough is enough.”

When the organization called me one day to get me signed up for a new seminar, I decided, no, I’ve had enough seminars for this lifetime. I said no, no more seminars. Done with them. Thank you very much, but no.

Well, that was not acceptable. If you’ve done the training and done several post-graduate seminars, you will continue taking classes for the rest of your life, or so their thinking goes. And when the person talking to me realized I was serious, he turned on me rather aggressively. “Oh, no, you can’t stop the program. You’ve got to keep taking seminars. You know what will happen if you outright quit? You are going to die” I was told sternly.

If I were to get on a plane, now it would crash. Or I would be in a fatal car crash, etc. Something bad was going to happen if I broke my association with this group. No question about that, the “universe” would get me. Absolutely certain.

It was hard to believe they could actually seriously say that, but that was apparently how they operated. So, that was my experience with what I considered a cult. A bit scary, I’d say.

So, did I learn anything from this experience? Well, yes. I learned some groups are manipulative and controlling. They say and think that they have the truth. They are sure of that and will do what they need to do to keep you in line, so to speak. These groups often have a guru or a master, a leader who will do everything to control you. If you are needy and lack confidence in yourself, watch out. The bad examples would be the Heaven’s Gate cult or the Jim Jones’ cult. There are lots of examples like these.

So, what have I learned from my experiences? I have learned that I do not especially like the concept of “guru” or “master,” or any authoritarian figure leading a group of needy people. I am fine with the concept of “teachers.” I have teachers in my life. Some great teachers, I would say. But that’s it. They are teachers. Flawed human beings that have a lot of good insights and truths to share with others.

So, today we have a lot of cults. Some more dangerous than others. Some in the political arena. Some very “wacko,” I would say. Some very dangerous. Well, that’s what we have to live with. At least I am aware of them and their dangerous influences. I will not succumb to any authoritarian figure in this day and age. I know better. Unfortunately, I see others, some friends and family cave in to cult leader persuasions. A very disappointing situation for me.

But life goes on. I can just do my best to be aware of all that is going on around me and stand up for what I see as truth. I hope and pray that the bad, the chaotic, and the evil go away and do not become the mainstream, especially in my life and of those I love.

Wally

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Our Various Jobs and Lessons Learned [ Post #110]

Something that has always fascinated me is when I read about famous people, celebrities and the like, is what their early life was like. What they did in childhood, what their family life was like, what jobs they had in the years before breaking through to fame and fortune. Whether they became celebrities such as in the entertainment field, or world-renowned scientists, inventors or other important people, their growing up fascinates me. Causes me to think, why did they have the success they had as compared to others, the “average joes” of the world (and, perhaps what we would sometimes consider the “losers” in life).

So, I started thinking about my early life. I’ve mentioned my early life and the struggles I had, but then I began thinking about all of the work experiences I’ve had and how they helped shape me, what affect they had on me as I progressed and matured. Yes, I think each job I had before I got into my life’s career did affect me.

I’m sure I won’t remember every job I ever had, but I’ll give it a try to show how our jobs early in life do help shape the way we live and the direction we take in finding what we are here to do in life.

When I was very young, my family was into the “business,” as they called it. Hollywood, the movie business. My dad was a newspaper columnist for the Lansing State Journal newspaper in Michigan. He had moved the family to California from Michigan before my entering the scene. He wrote movie reviews for the Michigan paper and the rest of the family was involved in the movie industry. My brother and sister were “stand-ins” for child movie stars (Bobby Driscoll and Luana Pattan). My mother was an extra in movies. I was doing modeling for advertisements in magazines and newspapers. I have wondered how my life would have turned out if my family had kept me in the business, I think I let them know I was not really into that work, but I’m not sure what happened, how we got out of that line of employment. Oh, well, perhaps I could have become “somebody,” a Brad Pitt, perhaps? The possibilities boggle the mind.

In my teens I worked for my brother-in-law on their horse ranch for a summer. It was interesting. Not really my thing but interesting to see how the race horse business was run. Learned all about breeding horses. A real eye-opener, I would say. An interesting sex education of sorts.

My first job after high school was as a fry cook at a drive-in restaurant. I learned some cooking skills, which was a good thing and fun. Interesting group of people and leaned how to get along with all sorts of people. When the place closed down, my next job was with McDonalds. That was not enjoyable. They started new hires out washing dishes, pots and pans. If you stuck with it and really worked hard, you could be a cook or cashier, but I didn’t stick it out. I didn’t like how I was treated and that was one job I left with only one days’ notice.

When in college I once again got a job in the restaurant business. This time I was a cashier/food checker at a classy restaurant on Lake Union in Seattle. That was a fun time. Got to eat some great food and enjoyed my duties. It was also a beautiful setting right on the lake. Got along with the many different people i worked with.

One of the more unusual jobs I had was one summer during my college years was as a door-to-door salesman of vacuum cleaners. Yes, me, introvert that I am, a door-to-door salesman! But, can you believe it, I actually sold some vacuum cleaners, rather expensive ones in fact.

Also, during my college years I worked for a mortuary in Seattle and lived in the mortuary. I’ve written about that experience. Learned a lot about the death experience assisting with duties like cremating and embalming, etc.

In graduate school I took a job briefly working for a cleaning, janitorial service cleaning offices such as dentist and medical offices. Didn’t care for that work at all. Totally uninteresting. Decided that janitorial work was not my thing.

I worked for a couple of friends from my church. Worked in a packing company and a mass mailing company. Interesting, but again, the experience helped me decide what I did not want to spend my life doing.

Just before starting my airline career, I worked once again in the restaurant business as a cashier and food checker. It was a fun time. got to eat lots of good Mexican food. During that time, I saw an ad in the newspaper for a airport security company. This was when they were just starting to have security procedures at the airports after a series of hijackings. I figured I could possibly make contacts in that job that would land me a job in an airline. Voila, it worked. I made the right connections and got hired with an international airline.

So, those are the early jobs that come to mind before I found my “career” in aviation. Yes, lots of jumping around, doing whatever came up for employment to help pay the bills, as they say. Not all fun jobs, but all were learning experiences. All helped form my dealing with different types of people and situations. All helped show me what I did not want to spend my life doing. That background of work experience helped me sense an intuitive “click” in my life when I started my work with my airline. I knew working for an airline would be my life work and a very enjoyable career, even if it did have it’s hard and difficult times in the years to come. I was contemplating the possibly of becoming a pilot with the airline (I obtained my commercial pilot’s license at that time), but the timing for being hired for that position just did not work out. I was a couple of years out of sync for airline pilot hiring. I decided to stick with the jobs I had in the airline and just get out and travel the world.

I spent thirty-three years with the airlines. I did see the world. I would go to Europe several times a year for several years, always traveling first class. My first trip since being hired was a three-week trip around the world. What an education that was at age twenty-six!

So, we do various jobs out of necessity in our early life and hope to find the work we really want to spend our life doing. So, I understand the famous people and celebrities that had very menial jobs early in life. How they took that step to their eventual career when the opportunity occurred, I get it.

I do feel really sorry for those who never find their ‘life work.” If I had just stuck with my early jobs, well, I hate to think how my life would have turned out. I do believe that something was guiding me through the years. I got to achieve my dreams. I got to live a long life. I have no regrets or unrealized dreams. And the best part… it aint over yet! I feel there’s still a lot more to experience and enjoy. That’s a full life, as I see it.

Wally

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Why Are We (Am I) Still Here? [ Post #109 ]

Okay, this may sound a little weird for a title for my blog today, you say. It’s a subject that’s been on my mind lately and I just think I may feel better if I get this thought out there and see where it goes. Once again, perhaps, blogging is my self-therapy. This blog concerns those of us who have lived a long life. If you are like me, having lived a long life, things may be perceived differently than they were earlier in life.

I have experienced losing so many friends and family members. I have outlived so many of my friends. I, at times, think, why have I outlived my friends? It could have been me that passed on, but it wasn’t. I have been given the opportunity to see my life play out, to realize so many of my goals and desires. I have come to see myself having a “complete” life. I was not “cut down” in the midst of the busyness of living. I am thankful for this. Very thankful.

The graveyard. So many of my friends and family are there. I visit their resting places.

I survived the many stages of life we all seem to go through. I survived childhood, which for me was not the best experience I could have had. Some dark times, as I have mentioned numerous times in my writings. I survived, and I went on to break from my family and go off to college and graduate school to experience a more intellectual side of life, as best I could.

I survived the “rat racer” stage of life, where we go to work and work hard and accumulate some money and possessions and perhaps a reputation and status. Many people get stuck in this phase and that is their life, essentially. Perhaps some get disappointed with it all and become a nihilist, completely giving up on life and become very negative people. Notice that among some people you may know? Or, perhaps some become hedonists, just living to experience pleasure as the supreme purpose of life? I’ve seen all of these types of people in my life experience.

Yes, there are many ways we may live our lives. Many different paths to take. In the end, we take “our” path and that is our life. I certainly took my unique path. I lived my life differently than anyone else I know. And a lot of that life stays inside of me, unknown to others, That’s just how life is, as I see it. Some of us get to reveal a good portion of our life to others, some are rather secretive about their individual life. Through my writings, my blogging, I’ve had the opportunity to express and reveal a lot of my life (but certainly just a limited amount because life is so vast and complex).

So, if we have lived a long life, say perhaps, beyond the age of seventy or so, here we are. We’ve done it. Lived our lives. Done our things, our way. Perhaps accomplished a lot, perhaps accomplished very little of what we planned and desired to do. And now what? Just sit and get bored? Wait to die? Or… is there more to do? If we are healthy, we are very fortunate. Our body functions, our mind still works. We can still enjoy the things of this life. Be grateful if this applies to you and your life. Thank life, or the good Lord, some would say. And I agree. I’m very thankful. Very happy with my life as it unfolded.

But, now what? Why am I still here? Is there something more for me to do? To explore? To adventure into? Yeah, that’s where I am, it seems. Now I am searching for that something more. Perhaps more writing. Perhaps more expressing in other various ways. Who knows? That’s the thing about life. Who knows what’s next? What is just around the next corner? A great mystery.

So, I have the time to contemplate my life, and life in general. The more I contemplate my life, the more I realize I’ve had a great life. Better than I ever expected in my earlier years of confusion, chaos, depressions and uncertainty. Yes, it’s all worked out. I don’t want to die today, but if I do, I will go to the next experience a happy camper, as they say. And if the next experience is non-existence, that “void” of nothingness, then so be it. But, as illogical as it seems, sometimes, I believe there may be something more. I love God, the creative force, and I love Jesus, and I love life. And many other saints and sages. Why am I still here? Ahhh… that’s the mystery. I let it be. I have another day here, let’s go for it!

Wally

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The Problem with Positive Thinking, Self Help, Seeking Happiness [Post #108]

Alright, this sounds like a strange topic for a blog that has a theme of “On the Path… It’s a Wonderful Life.” I agree but let me explain. I’m all for having and creating a good and happy, positive life. I’ve written about my earlier years. Times of chaos, unhappiness, anger, confusion and the usual childhood family experiences that many of us have had. Very dark times I survived. I got through them with no major wrong turns, fortunately.

So, I have always sought a better life than my early years led me to believe was my future. I at some point realized that I had to go my own way. Create my own life, rather than just do what I was told to do. That was the path that saved me from a very bad life of deep, dark depression. Something in my inner self pointed me in the right direction. I looked for and sought out a positive way of living. I sought out religious and spiritual wisdom and guidance and knowledge. Yes, I became acquainted with the self-help literature. I learned how to be more positive and battle the negatives of life. It worked. My life turned out good. It turned out wonderful, in fact. But, underneath the “good life” I was living, there was always a dark place staring me in my face if I let it. The bad things in life. The negative, the evil, etc. Yep, always there.

Now that I have lived many, many decades and survived so many twists and turns on my path, I began to realize that something was missing. So much of the happiness seeking and self-help literature seemed to be missing something. Like so much of church experience, there was a lot of “fluff,” stuff preached at us that was not really honest and substantial. I consider myself a real, deep, and substantial person, so I looked at this situation more closely. How could seeking happiness and positive thinking be lacking something or not perhaps the best way to live?

Well, happiness is good. Joy in life is wonderful. Self-help literature can certainly be helpful and a good thing. But there’s the other side of life. Life is sh*t, the world is f*cked. There’s evil out there. Study history. I did, it was my major in college and I’m deep into studying it now in my continuing adult education. How do you reconcile it all, living a good, positive happy joyous life and seeing the crap of the world?

I needed a new, different perspective on life that was more realistic, real, true, yet good and helpful and positive. Then I came across two interesting books that got me thinking more along these lines of how to be happy and live a good life amid all the muck in this world. The titles are a bit unusual and, well, gross. “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck,” and “Everything is F*cked.”

Read the two books. Couldn’t put them down and then discovered there was a third book, “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F**ck Journal.” Wow, that really got me working on looking at my life in a new way. A different way to see things, consider how you are living and how you may want to live to deal with life now. For me, that was great. Just what I needed. Basically, telling us that there are only limited amounts of f*cks to give in life, so be deliberate in deciding where to give your attention. Don’t waste your life energy on unimportant things in your life. Give your energy to what really matters to you in life. Forget the rest. That not giving a f*ck is one of the greatest skills in life you can learn.

Well, I could go on and on, as usual in my blogs, but you get the point, I hope. There is so much we cannot control in life. Being unrealistically positive and denying the bad in this world does not work, as I see it. I say denial is never a good thing. There is a lot of crap in life. So much of life is control and manipulation of us by others. Parents, family, teachers, friends, the education system and the business world and politics, etc. There is always pain and suffering and conflicts in life. Everyone has their own agenda. Many want to hurt or harm us in one way or another, make us “play the game” (their game, their way). Perhaps you don’t see it that way, but I do. I’ve been around a long time, seen it all.

So, from these books and this personal working journal and my stoic philosophy, I see things much more clearly than I ever did before. We all hurt at times. We have been hurt. Sh*t happens. There is pain and suffering in life. Even Jesus says this. The Buddha, and others. Such is life. Life is learning how to handle all of this, and that is what we have to do, really. Otherwise, we are in denial and living a false, fantasy life. A totally pleasurable, happy all the time life, with no problems. no dark times ever.

So, yes, give a f*ck. But give good f*cks. About things you really care about. Be love, give love, live totally in love, as I see it. Deal with reality. We are going to die, you know. Just live a good, ethical life so you can feel good about it all when you must say “goodbye” to everything and everyone.

I could go on, and maybe in later blog posts I’ll include some more insights gained from these books. I’ll just briefly say a few more things brought out in my reading of these books.

Shut up and be grateful. Eliminate what is not adding value to your life. Create a “F*ck it list of things you will not get involved in. Do not let emotions hijack your decision making. Don’t hope for a life without problems. There will always be problems. Make your life about having better problems (yes, this is possible). There are problems you can actually enjoy having and enjoy solving. Know your values. Ask what problems you enjoy solving in life. Focus on what you can control. F*ck the rest. Find greater purpose in your life. Is that enough to begin thinking in new, unconventional ways? Thinking in these ways have proved very beneficial for me. Enjoy your journey.

Wally

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Know Thyself [Post #107]

I’m a what? After many decades of life, I am just beginning to learn some new things about myself and some new terms to apply to myself. In my previous post I was discussing my existential angst and my thanatophobia. And, after continuing to study where I’m at these days and what terms may be used to describe my current state of affairs, I came up with some new revelations.

My latest discovery is that I am a taphophile. A taphophile, I tell you. Who knew? Certainly not me, well, not until I really thought about it. Oh, if you’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about, a taphophile is a “tombstone tourist.” Or a cemetery enthusiast. Strange terms to apply to myself.

As I think about it, though, I guess it’s true and I own up to it. I mentioned in previous posts that death experiences always seemed to have surrounded me and in college, one of my pleasant experiences was strolling through a cemetery near my college campus. It was a time of peace and contemplation for me for those four years on campus.

For one summer, I stayed in Seattle (I was attending college in Seattle, but my home was in Los Angeles) and accepted an offer to be a night watchman and live in an apartment at a mortuary in downtown Seattle. I would also assist in some of the functions and work at the mortuary. And, yes, that could be at times a bit “creepy.” But, also, I seemed to enjoy the unique experience of living and working in the place.

So, skipping ahead to today’s life in retirement and my current activities, I’m finding I still enjoy walks through local cemeteries and the contemplative and peaceful hikes and times spent there among the grave sites. Weird? Perhaps. I remember my dad once told me he lived near a cemetery at one time, and he could not stand it. He said he could always “smell death” and it almost made him sick. I guess he was not a taphophile.

So, what is it that attracts me to this unusual practice of being a tombstone tourist? Well, besides the peace and quiet of the graveyard, I enjoy looking at the tombstones or grave markers and noticing sometimes interesting comments and statements of those interred there. Also, just looking at the many, many graves I think about all these people (well, former people) and the lives they all lived. So many different, extremely different lives. Their lives are over. What was it all about, these thousands of lives? Oh, there is my existential angst, again. What is it all about?

Our lives. We’re created, we’re here for a while, and then we are gone. Happens to all of us. Yes, all of us. What’s my life about? What’s your life about? Did we do it right while we were here? There were many miserable lives lived, but also many wonderful lives lived. How do you rate or classify your life here for that brief time you were given?

I’ve stated in many blog posts that my life has been very good, even with the rough spots here and there. I dreamed and I achieved my dreams. I loved and have been loved. I wish it didn’t have to end, but I don’t get to control that aspect of life. Those graveyard strolls make me think on these things, not that they give me many answers. The mystery just continues. I have to live in the mystery of it all, like we all do. Religion and philosophy may give us some comfort, but really…we don’t know what it’s all about, do we?

Wally