As I grow older, wiser and sadder in my journey through this life, my mind now is quite attuned to the crap and illusions that most of the collective society has been sucked into. I had to work many years at becoming aware of this. I am still working at it. I will continue to work at it. Yet, weirdly enough, one does not have to work at it at all if one is removed and in a state of silence. Some call this "meditation." I call it "life." A flower is still. A rock is still. Yet both in time will be destroyed and be recycled and again be present in some other form on earth, or not on earth but; but certainly related to some kind of existence and presence in some dimension of time and space and ultimately directly hooked up to unity (The Creator).

For me it is a constant daily walk through the crap of the swamp land of life as I make the attempt to survive in a complex and now totally corrupt and paranoid, self-serving society. Then, strangely enough, after thought and reflection on all this, I realize that I am in fact "taken care of"; usually just by doing nothing, or doing something that leads to being taken care of and provided for in a most unforseen way. This "being taken care of" has occurred to me for years. Yet, I still suffer anxienty (anticipartory anxienty). Am I a hindrance to my quality of existence? Most of the times, yes. The big issue is how does one walk through a crap and illusion-filled swampland, that basically 100 percent of the time does not give a damn about you? "It" is collective and impersonal, just like America, the Great has now gotten. Affect us all? Yet better believe it does. I call it the "inverted pyramid effect." Like that funnel of crap I mentioned in the previous article I wrote about. There are healthy ways and there are destructive ways.  The unhealthy ways ending up finally into the collective community, unless we kill off the way ways and find the "path to nurturing the soul".  We all seek to nuture the soul...I think. I find that perhaps many people do not want to nuture the soul. Horror story. I find myself walking on both walk ways. Being consciously aware of all this interplay and deception going on is extremely important, for eventually there will be only the enlightened path into the light, a reflection of the true self, or soul. It may take years. It usually does. Again, only the individual can do this for themselves, although a mentor, if one is fortunate enough to have one, is of great help. The mentor, if he or she is competent, can speed the soul-walk process up somewhat, but only if the the "seeker" is willing to do something about it.

All things sensed physically, emotionally or spiritually will leave its impression in our minds (and therefore gets into our souls in what I believe is an indirect way—-because I believe that most of the stuff in our souls is already there, but dormant) in one way or the other. This "sensed stuff" will act as "triggers" to set off  the creative or destruction within each of us. Oh, how our socienty has fallen for the "negative" and soul draining triggers....embracing them as normal. Just look at the evening newscasts on television, for example. This is one of many negative triggers. Our collective society has been eclipsed by much ego-related negative "trigger junk" that is totally self-serving basically accepting everything without filtering the crap. Just look at the stuff on the television, besides the newscasts—-more crap. Go out to a shopping mall—even more crap, on so on and so on. Incredible. A true wasteland. I liken this to a total solar now eclipse of the soul, the light, within us definitely is blacked out or at least, dulled out. It need not be so. It is up to us as participants of the human race! Better hurry though, before the insects take over!

The ego or human self is in an erratic false orbit around this "illusion" of life ('maya' is the psychological term for "illusion") and deception and the self is definitely moving away from the true purpose of honoring the soul, or the real and "immortal inner self" core of which each individual which is now breathing on this fragile, yet brutal, planet earth. We all need sunlight and air and enlightentent sprituality to survive.

We humans are caught up in so much illusion in the struggle for mere existence that we have thrown "the honoring of the soul" into the cesspool (of what we perceive and think) is life-usually for the pursuit of pleasure or materialism. This merry-go-round in hell has a nasty habit of repeating itself as we go merrily skipping downtown the Yellow Sick Road to seek the non-existent Wizard of Odd. That Wizard exists only in our warped "out of synch" orbital minds. To make ourselves "elevated" and replace the deflated and sick soul, we transfer our identies into false identies by various means. Oh boy! 'Make my day, punk!'  I need more of the same, and so on and on! Addictions come in all kinds of subtle modes. Most of us never realize that we are addicted. Most of us hit the grave being totally unaware. 'Let the dead bury the dead,' as Jesus Christ (Yeshua Messiah said).

One must step out of the self. One must observe. One must not anticipate or be anxious over things we have no control over. Does this sound familiar to you? I struggle with this everyday.

All this brings me back to that falcon (please see part one I have written on "The Falcon Lands"). What is the meaning (at least the meaning to me) of this noble bird? For me, the bird was resonating inside me, or from the view of Carl Jung, "internalizing" the vision. The bird symbolized myself getting a "bird's eye view" over everything, overcoming that anxiety of the future events in which I have no control over. I am soaring above things, the illusions of life, looking down on them with full power, full grace and full control in removed sense. Further, the bird, like myself is a rather lonely and solitary creature, so I can identify easily with this. Like myself (an Aries) the bird is also a "warrior" and with great focus that can see a small object from a great distance—-when aware.

Focus. Yes, very important. One must focus —- or be lost. I am guilty of not focusing enough in my own life, due to my curious nature. A trait of Aries. They have that habit of starting great projects and never finishing them. This pisses off a lot of people. I have to be very careful of that one.

'OK' you say. So what about this title? 'Falcons Do Not Wear Suits?' Where did you get this from?



Photo of a hawk taken by John Anthony Miller. The bird landed about two years ago (2007) in the Chinese
Elm Tree in my back yard. Notice that the bird is not wearing a suit...



Suit Story One

A couple of years ago I sold a few valuable domain names to a business near Hollywood. A big company found out I had registered them many years ago and wanted them...intially for free. I have had (and still do have) many domain names that I have registered over many years I have been involved in computers. Why? I guess I like being creative and just having them. I was using a couple of them for some websites I had up for about 10-11 years and with information on them. At that time after some negotiations and with a legal advisor, a reasonable and fair price was agreed upon by both myself and the big company (as I had invested much money and time, servers and registration in the creation of the sites over the years, and needed to get something in compensation for them...also, I had rejected offers in the past for much more money from Europe, as I wanted to keep the sites in the USA).  I decided to make the decision (after they made an invitiation) to pick up the check instead of having a check mailed to me so. With this in mind, it was a Wednesday we had agreed upon. So, for me  Wednesday was the date to come by the big corporation and pick up the check. But of course there was more to all this than picking up a check. I loved the product they were selling! I want to meet these people. I had rejected years ago to selling two domains to the Serbians because this was an "all-American" company! I drove south past Hollywood to meet the people and get to know them! Wow! What a cool opportunity. That was why I had posted information on the site in the first place and snabbed the cool domain names. I finally found a place to park the car on that Wednesday, but they were not in the office. The secretary said they were at lunch, and I 'just missed them.' She seemed pleasant enough and then forcefully handed me a check and said, 'This is what you came for, isn't it?'

I replied not totally true, but yes, I did come to pick up a check. She handed me some papers to sign, (which was totally strange as the property was legally theirs' several days prior when the transfers took place.) I signed them with a confused grimace. I said I would go out for lunch and come back. A few hours later I returned, and still...no one but the secretary was there. It was late in the day. I told her that I would have liked to have met the folks whom I had done business with, that I believed in their product nearly to a point of fanaticism, but told her that I would have to return for a visit a later date, but not sure when as the drive was a considerable distance. I turned to walk out the front door. There was a "dinging" sound. The back door opened and in came four people in nice expensive blue suits each with a surprised look on their faces. I turned around to greet them. with a smile. Neat as a pin they all were. I extended my hand in friendship to all of them and told them I was happy to meet them. I could tell from their eyes they were asking themselves inwardly "What the hell does he want?" Truth was that I just wanted to meet them. We chit-chatted for a few minutes. I then shook their hands again and my "warrior self " left quietly. My consciousness and the falcon saved me. Oh well, another day and ten years, another dollar...

Suit Story Two

I have another "suit story." I went into a bank recently. Actually "they" say they are the largest and most powerful bank in the US. I wanted to ask them about refinancing or modifying my loan to my house, as here in California, the value in my home had dropped considerably. I was paying on an inverted mortgage loan (I hate that word "mortgage." I sounds like "death" to me...I have to work on that one.) I was directed to a young man in a nice new blue suit. I asked him my questions, to which he had no answers and then referred me to a "specialist." The sign on his desk said he was a "specialist" in mortgages and such bothersome things. So he was not a "specialist." OK. Fine. He rises up out of his chair and said "I'm sorry about your house." My response without thinking was " I really don't care." I sounded flippant. I found this a bothersome yet curious response that just sort of popped out of my mouth. I got home and wondered why I had said this.

Instinctively I responded this way because I had no control over the situation - does any normal "non-numbered of the beast customer-person" have control over a bank or a "suit?" A year prior I had realized that trying to have control over such a situation was futile. I could not change a thing, no matter how hard I had tried. A lot of this inability to get through to "bacnk experts" what their total incompentence. The left hand did not know what the right hand was doing. What happens in 1 or 5 years is out of my control. Hell, what happens in one second is out my control potential. Take a stroke victim for example, that is a good example. For me, all that "obsessive anticipatory anxiety"  used to be much more of an obsessive worry than it was that day. It still needed work. It is less now. That is good.

To get drawn into this way of "obsessive anticipatory anxiety" thinking was to suck my energy or life force from me. When this happens, I am left depressed. Not good. It was appropriate in this case to respond with "I really don't care" -but only when I accepted the reality of "what is." It was a normal warrior-like defense mechanism. Healthy.

The warrior falcon with must come out only when it has a bird's eye view to change things. This time I was saved by my subconscious — and the internalized Jungian falcon.


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Native American Indian Views About Mr. Falcon (briefly of course)

More about the falcon, from Native America. The falcon (or hawk) is like Mercury, the Messenger of The Gods. The falcon teaches one to be observant and to look at your surroundings. Observe the OBVIOUS in everything you do. Life is constantly sending you signals (to my way of thinking they are synchronic signals). The non-illusion version of "life" is the thing here. Be observant to the subtle things around you...the things that escape most people. The Messenger Falcon is bringing you a message which can call forth the power for you to overcome any stressful situation that is currently bothering you in the moment. Are you using your talents that The Creator has given you? Are you looking at things around you and taking them in? The light, the smells, the colors? One is only as powerful as consciousness allows. This consciousness comes in through both subconscious and consciousness.

With the falcon (or bird's eye view) comes an overall view of life. This also brings in a heightened awareness and responsibility for one's actions on all levels of conduct, be it a bank suit or a president giving a command to launch missiles. Get out of yourself and look down on your life for the grand perspective. That way you can soar without hindrances. One can also soar closer to the Light and warmth of the Sun as well.

The falcon will set the imagination- the home of the soul, free.



Flying Raven.                                                                                              Photo taken by John Anthony Miller May 27, 2007



"The falcon is within me." - John Anthony Miller