Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Karmic Consequences

Mirriam-Webster Online Dictionary:
  • Main Entry: con·se·quence
  • Pronunciation: \ˈkän(t)-sə-ˌkwen(t)s, -kwən(t)s\
  • Function: noun
  • Date: 14th century

1 : a conclusion derived through logic : inference
2 : something produced by a cause or necessarily following from a set of conditions consequences of the war>
3 a : importance with respect to power to produce an effect consequence> b : social importance
4 : the appearance of importance; especially :
self-importance

synonyms see importance

in consequence : as a result


The past week has been a constant reminder of how ignorant people generally are of the direct results of their own actions. Things do not just happen, there is always a choice behind a string of events that can be pointed as a source of origin. Things just do not happen to you. The choices you made, and how the choice was manifested, lead to the given result. Any arising faced on a daily basis is a product of choice.

Cuisvis hominis est errare; nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare

How sad it is to note then that current events have been full of finger-pointing, blaming the "consequences" and externalizing one's responsibilities. To live a life while manifesting the necessary, because necessary is never far from what is real. To live a life manifesting honesty, honesty unto one self and unto one another. To live a life understanding that the optional is expensive and the unnecessary is unlikely. One should never choose the optional and the unnecessary, unless prepared to pay the highest price for vanity.

What is so incomprehensible about the aforementioned? How in the name of every known deity, and then some, have I to face the incompetence and ignorance, the half-assed manifestations of the Thelemic "Do what thou Wilt" with sub figura "not giving fuck is awesome" or "fuck everyone else", on a daily basis?

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

A day in the life of...


Friday, the last day of July. The usual business of managing a hotel keeps me occupied with all different kinds of arisings. The JoenRantaRock (The RiverSideRock -festival, for all you English speaking friends) preparations are on their way. The festival has been held in the evening restaurant of the hotel for the past two years, and this year it is attempted to be held outside entirely. The building of the stage is taking far too long, I notice, as I stand on a balcony overlooking the festival area between the hotel and the River Kymi. I try not to worry about the building schedule, which at this point is beyond all hope.

[Edit: The rest of the entry has been removed by the author due to discretion towards persons included and the immense hurt caused by the misinterpretation of given information.]