Growing Old

by Christopher D'Orta

This article is for those who were growing old, or older. I dost thinketh that my include YOU.

This is not an article about glorifying youth. Nor is it an article about glorifying growing old. An argument can be made, and often is, that either is veritable. Neither argument could be further from the truth. So, let's speak about the truth.

There is a difference between seeking health and wellness and seeking to continue to look similar to you were when you 18 years old. What is so glorious about looking 18 years old? What is so terrible about looking 75 or 85 or 95? Hmmm?

If no one ever told you in any way that aging was a bad thing what would you think about aging? If no one ever told you that being younger was more attractive than being older what would you think? Did you ever really stop to think why you think the way you think? Probably not. Think about this-your thoughts are formed from beliefs which were handed to you by many means and many people for many years. When you were born you were in essence a blank blackboard. Your family your peers school and society at large scribbled their own beliefs, that where handed down to them, upon that blackboard, that became your inner belief paradigm. Maybe it's time to take a good look at those beliefs and see if they really serve you, and more importantly, if they are indeed reflective of the truth.

So what is the truth? You have to keep reading to get the that.

If one comes from the ego, that all-important sense of self, but I am so great so wonderful so cool, the ego is always looking to stuff one back in one's body. Ego for bid you ever see yourself as more than a body; and that God is your truth, not your next chemical peel treatment.

The way we teach each other runs counter to the truth of nature which is all around us. What one takes an eagle eye view of the poison that we inject each other with, it's as if there is something wrong with nature. How silly. A leaf forms from a tree, of which the latter is itself formed from the earth. Belief starts off as a bud, and it sprouts out word, gladly expanding evolving and growing, its initial color bright green, and over time turns darker green. Belief never forgets that is part of the tree. It is part of the tree which is grounded from the earth. The leaf continues to grow reaching out into the atmosphere for Sun light and space, expands itself to attract more nourishment in the form of rain and other elements, and eventually begins to shrink and turn wonderful beautiful colors, those we usually associate with the fall, and then indeed falls from the tree to the earth, another source of nourishment, of which it interplays with the earth to be nourished and to nourish. The leaf never stops to think about any of it. It simply goes through its process- and when it's time to let go- it does. It becomes one with earth; its original source of nourishment. The circle of light has been completed. In the end, or even in the beginning, nothing was actually born and nothing actually died. It was all one all along. Are we not part of that same magical process of nature? In our minds we may believe so. The false belief does not create a false truth.

We are inundated by a craven vacuous lower consciousness media which reflects the lowest and most lost parts of ourselves. It tells us that to be young is to be good, and to the old is somehow bad. It makes those of us who age, and are aging, feel guilty about it. And if only we buy that magical product, we shall be saved from the ravages of this evil process of aging. Of course this is all ludicrous. And inevitably, no matter what we buy or do, the grave patiently awaits to consume us all. Yes my friends-ALL of us. The most beautiful the most handsome the most rich the most famous, everyone, no exceptions. So buy the products, dye your hair, get the cosmetic procedures, collect all your goodies, old your toys, and die anyway. Then what? How about a hundred years from now? A thousand years now? A million years from now? A billion? The time will pass you know; it already has many times over. And we'll continue to do so whether you like it or not. Sooner or later you will not even be a memory in the wind. You, your family, your friends, your coworkers, your cherished countrymen, your political allies, your country club members, everyone. And all the chasing frustration regret and guilt that you allow yourself to be put through by the craziness and insanity of a truly bizarre ego driven thought process, foisted by nonsensical tribal consciousness called society, will all be for naught. So why not become more sane NOW?

Indeed, why not become more sane? Why not? What do you have to lose?

Okay, so you're growing older. There are things you can do to stall that. There are things that you can do to actually reverse the aging process. There is nothing wrong with that. When were in pursuit of wellness comes from a place of self-love, wherein you love everything about yourself, and you want to take as best care of you as best you can, and you want your body to live as well as long as it possibly can, not because you're chasing a fountain of youth, but instead because you would do or cherish every bit of yourself, both physical and nonphysical, then you're coming from a place of love and truth. For example, if you follow the nutritional methods that I teach, almost inevitably you may literally double your lifespan, look younger as you grow older, and feel better as you grow older. This is a statement of truth. Quite powerful true isn't it? That is all fine. As long as you don't take it all too seriously. Because it is not serious. Here is a little secret for you-nothing is serious.

When I was in the throes of my worst illness, and please do understand that I was sent home to die, and in light of that I see every day is a new opportunity, a second chance, I looked like hell. Even when I first started my mission I look back on the tapes of my original television shows, and I see an old man in his early 30s, with gray hair wrinkles in a horrid facial texture. He was emaciated and sickly looking. 10 years later I look 10 years younger. If I were to come from my ego, ego would be smiling a patting me on the shoulder and saying- “that's a good boy; see we can stay in this body; you are the body; the body is awesome, and together we shall overcome death. Forget truth and God and all that stuff. Who needs it? We have each other! But I know this is not the truth. There is however nothing wrong with the fact that I look better. I feel better. As a result, I am able to function better now, and that helps me to help others better. That is a good thing. And if people want to judge by looks and appearances, when they come to hear me speak they see someone who looks healthy, so they believe my words more when I say to them that I can help them to attain better health wellness and longevity. That is all fine. Whatever. But they should not be judging me through the eyes of the ego. They should simply be understanding that I am someone who is following the path of love, and when I love myself I do everything possible to take care of myself inside and outside. That is what they should see and seek. That I may be a good example of self-love expressing itself, that is what people should follow, not that I am someone who is younger looking and that somehow that is better. The self-love is to truth. The results are nice. The rest-the feelings generated by looking better, the Eagle glorification, the lies the prevarications of the voice of guilt, those are illusions-specious ghostlike phantoms which have no truth to them for in them whatsoever.

I am keenly aware that no matter what I do, which is indeed much, everything will eventually hang down and fall down. My body parts will give up and fall like a leaf to the ground and into the ground. Good! I welcome it; for it already and it. Since I know that I do not live in Craven vacuity and fear. Join me. It's easy. Just erased that blackboard. And let God's hands scruple funny little notions such as you're A-OK, you are eternally in my hands, you always welcome, and always will be. Welcome home; we left the light on for you; the dinner plate is warm; and the bed is soft and inviting. Why don't you stay awhile this time?

Ever notice what happens to most actresses through past 50 in Hollywood? It's kind of funny how they disappear isn't it? How tragic that must be for them. And who made the bed in which they now sleep? How many models can get continuous work after age 25 or so? The truth is not many. How do sitcoms on television or movies on the big ol` screen portray people over 50? Usually not in a very flattering manner, correct?

The plastic surgery industry is flourishing. People having their flesh cut stretched and torn apart, concordant with great pain, to chase the fountain of youth. And after the facial surgery, the nose job, teeth whitening, and liposuction, they're still taking their mental medication to overcome their horrid inner pain shame and blame. Not much has really changed has it? Maybe instead of gawking at the houses and cars of the rich and famous, we should do an exposé on the medicine cabinets of the rich and famous. I would love to see the average American's eyes explode wide open as they see the panoply and full gamut of mental medication for depression, anxiety, insomnia, et cetera. No wonder these people need so much surgery-these drugs are deteriorating their bodies prickly, and they constantly need to keep themselves up to the standards of Hollywood agents and directors and producers. It is a circuitous route to hell. Maybe standing in front of everybody waving that Oscar makes it all better and makes it all go away? Nah.

The average soul walking about thanks-but when I die everything shall be erased and I shall be given a new fresh body and all of my woes will be gone. Really? Are you certain about that? WHO told you that? And what told you that? Those are nice stories are they? They make us feel good about growing old and dying. I can behave in a most unloving fashion throughout my life, focus on myself, forget my brother and sister, treats some good if they're good to me and others bad if they're bad to me, and feel justified by it all, with whole love from some and give it to others, and run to the store to buy a new parachutes why can't stand the pain any longer, or get a new collar for my contacts. As long as I keep myself looking good, and everyone tells me how great looking I am, and I continue to acquire more with curial things I appreciate those glorious 10 minutes, all is well. Yes all is well-all is well in hell. Not the silly hell people created, just like the mad glorious afterlife they created, that you now hold on to make yourself feel better about who you are, what you do, and what you shall be after the game is over.

So you have a large bank account and many toys? So what? What if all that stuff doesn't really help you after you're done forever in this word? What if all that unhappiness that you have been avoiding goes right along with you into whatever and wherever in the hereafter. Then what? Oooops. Hey what happened? And what if, just what if all those stories from all the different religions around the world, which are basically all the same story tall for the prospective of a different God, for the better God than the other gods, the real God is always my god not your God, were not true? What if all these stories it relied so heavily upon to suppress the pain and exalt the illusions turn out to be not true? When inevitable death eats you alive, or dead, where and what would you be?

No one ever had the guts to stand up and say that all those stories were written by people, not gods, or God. No. They were written by people, who were frightened, and frantically seeking, rationalizing, just like everyone else. The stories, the stories, oh all the stories. The fables that we share to make each other feel good about ourselves as we stay lost, as we stay in pain, as we avoid the truth.

I'm not saying all these books have no worth it all. There are tidbits of information and wisdom that you can certain way take from and live upon to help you be happier more peaceful. But maybe the best use of these books would be to warm your heart your soul and your body replacing them in a fireplace and burning them. The fire and the like castoff of them will give you want to envision more than you ever could have if you have read them. Heresy! Perhaps. Perhaps also a gutsy statement of truth. Just perhaps.

You want to know the real funny thing? If you stop worrying about getting older you feel happier. And you look better. And you actually would probably start to love yourself more. And voilà you'll have the energy to learn how to take better care of yourself. And you will exercise and eat well, and feel better. And you shall look better and younger. All without the expensive products surgeries and other false devices. And more importantly- you’ll love yourself more inside, and cherish who would what you are. Isn't that ironic?

And the happiness that you cultivate within, in the inner garden that you cultivate now, in the now, with loving thoughts and gentle hands, will go with you when you leave this place. And in that garden you shall rest in your afterlife. Ye shall feel joy in that place, your garden. The droplets of God’s dew shall fall upon you. All as a result of what you did in the now. Because you watered the flowers of joy and bliss, and you drew out the weeds from their roots, and threw them away, and did not let others trample upon your garden with their dirty shoes full of unholy thoughts of judgment and blame, destroying your feelings that come from deep within the soil of your garden of love and joy. And in that garden maybe, just maybe, you will feel safe to allow yourself to release into the garden, wherein ye shall become the garden, and even more become the garden of all the gardens, of all the worlds. And then maybe within that knowingness of oneness, you can feel safe to safely let go of even being the all the gardens of all the worlds, and join with your original source, and know that you are love. No aging, no Botox, no fear of loss, no fear at all. Just love. Think on that.

When you look in the mirror next morning, smile at that beautiful aging face, wrinkles gray hair sagging chest widening hips and all, and wink, a whimsical wink, that's for the wink beholds a bold truth, that it's okay to fall off the tree and land gently upon the earth. And to become one with the earth once again. And all is well rather is no hell. Only joy. Only bliss. Only love. Welcome home.

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