Stefan Stjernberg.com

When we identify with our collective awareness we also tend to make statistics of ourselves. We begin to adjust to, and live by a principle of normality, and everything not behaving according to this principle of statistics, must be abnormal. We dehumanise both ourselves and others from the spark of individuality. We become a threat to commonality and therefore this must be diagnosed and ”treated” with. We must make a statistical example of this aberrancy, of this threat from individuality to commonality.
Whatever this collective identification might be, or consist of, it is this face of awareness we use which make us generalise. We begin to see everything as something common and we depersonalise everyone and everything. We become pretentious pricks.
But its proper use should rather be to use this face of awareness to catch our sparks.
Because here, the strangest thing occur. It not only makes us feel unique, it also connects us to something that is common to us all. And this have nothing to do to a principle of normality.
It is just the living experience of what we are.

All life come in cycles. Most of what we call science includes a study of these cycles.
So what about the cycles of man?
We live in relatively short cycles. As a comparison, a pine tree may live up to 800 years.
For us to preserve something of our inner being beyond the time of individual cycles, we must have some sort of tradition. Early traditions enforced our individual sense of perception outside of time. They offered people a set of existential instructions from our ancestors, passed over to the descendants about the development of individuality and its extension above all cycles. Because if we ever was to loose these set of instructions, we would only know and live in this present one. And we would have no knowledge about anything beyond it. We will loose our connection to the cycles of life existing all around us. And we will be confused about our being here.
So, if we get lost in our own cycle, and in our relation to the cycles of life, we will not know how to receieve it’s teachings, how our own cycle gives us its instructions. We cannot hear the voice.
The connection will be lost.
And we will become repetitive in our way of life no matter the need for us to change.
We will become governed by the circles of commerce, with the latest products, trends, and with the repetition of our behaviour in the latest news that never change.

If we define our personality through our belonging to a collective or a group, or an organisation, or a country, and then only by what we do accept as that, we give in to a world were our sole reality becomes defined by what we are not.
We are going to be a people of constant personal neglection, and collective criticism.
And since we then have to redefine ourselves constantly to the ever changes of life, we tend to hold on to only a preferred and limited set of collective beliefs for a personality. This is how we want others to see us. But what we do not accept here, the restrictions we put on ourselves, will be what others must learn about us to be able to reach us. We do not allow it in any other way. This is what we are going to make other suffer with us. And since all we do from now on must be good, it will never occur to us, or even enter our mind, that we are the personal cause of any bad things that we inflict upon the world, both individually and as a collective. Because there can be no moral responsibility now, everything we do can only be of good.
There is no longer that being inside us as in human being. We have not come to that yet.
We have lost our morals.
Look around.

As humans we must never break the relationship to being. Being is always, it is our relationship to life. We are descendants of being and will become ancestors in layers of this relationship.
There is no blame or guilt in this, it is a kind of personal responsibility.
Breaking this connection is lack of moral itself. A breaking of our connection to place.
And to earth.

Looking at this world, I also have to recognise i live i a world that is completely existential.
No words cant do it justice. And it doesn´t matter how much i try to document it, or try to reach it by my rationality. It is existential. It creates my sense of existence out of this non-rational experience. And as such it is also beyond me. But I am very much inside it. It is my living present. The right here and right now.
A container of what we make of our reality. All ideas we try to create out of it.
We even call it reality.

When constantly being hammered by the conflict of public moral code and the contents of morality in itself, i am painfully questioned of what is psychologically valid in a personal sense.

All politics are about moral conflicts. And there are no general answers effective in moral conflicts.
They are individually suffered and no preaching can touch it.
If there is one single thing that reflects our world back to us, making it an image of ourselves and blackening out the rest.
It is this.

There is one thing we can learn from our indigenous people.
It has nothing to do with becoming them, mimicking or stealing their culture, or expropriate intellectual rights. It is about their presence, and to be able to change.
It is listening to ourselves to get a sense of the world.
To really sense the true force of its living inside of us.

Most people today live in only one single perpetual reality, measured and explained, beyond the perceived one.
How can we meet?

A wonderful way to handle knowledge.
In times of a society in stress there is a call from a past mind latent in the present one to pay attention to its content.
We don´t have any elders in our society, just youth.