Donald Traxler's Poetry

Saturday, March 11, 2023

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Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Fireside Chat III - Our Natural State

I intend to make quick work of this third part of the present series, because I have already written quite a lot on the subject of our natural, but severely repressed, nudity. See my Gymniad series, published in this blog in 73 parts from 4 August 2017 to 22February 2018; Gymnós series, 36 parts, from 14 March 2018 to 29 May 2018; and Gymnosophia series, published in 72 parts, from 8 June 2018 to 12 October 2018. Nevertheless, I have to say something about it now, for several reasons.

"If God had wanted us to run around naked, we would have been born that way." Sometimes I think we forget that we WERE born that way. Most human societies, at least the Western, non-primitive ones, severely restrict our ability to exist in our natural state. This restriction, it seems to me, has seriously harmful effects on us, both physically (e.g. Vitamin D deficiency and vulnerability to heat- and humidity-related fungi), and psychologically (body-acceptance issues, unnatural attitudes toward the opposite sex, and sexual hang-ups). We can solve all these problems by simply dispensing with clothing when and where the weather permits.

So why are we, generally speaking, not allowed to do so? Is it to better meet the needs of industry? Is it just another way of reminding us that we are property, the workers and consumers, the wage-slaves, of materialistic nation-states?

We are not only bodies; we are souls that inhabit bodies. The autonomy of these souls is beset and usurped by governments all over this world. Why? I have never understood it.

If we are not free to exist in our natural state, we are not truly free. Period.

Fireside Chat II - Writing by Moonlight

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:"

Those words are, of course, by William Wordsworth, from his great poem "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood," and I would stress these:

"But trailing clouds of glory do we come"

I have had many "intimations of immortality" in the form of flashes of remembrance. I'll not dwell on the details here, since I've written about them elsewhere. The result, though, is that, although I accept the inevitability of physical death, I know that there is no death of the spirit.

I remember my taking on of this body in the womb. I have knowledge, including medical knowledge and languages, that I would not be expected to have, based only on the experiences of this lifetime. I can remember other experiences in Polynesia, China, Japan, and both Western and Central Europe.

I have an affinity to both Polynesian and Jewish culture, though these could hardly be more different, and especially to the latter.

I do not think that my rather small amount of physical Jewish ancestry is sufficient to explain the deep resonance with Judaism that I feel. In other words, this is something that I believe I brought into this life from previous lives.

The same is true of the Polynesian influence, which perhaps manifests in my aversion to clothing.

A corollary of all this is that I believe in the spirit world, and spirit communication. Nor does it stop with believing: I put the belief into practice. I have communicated with many who have passed, including my mother, my uncle Charles, former girlfriends, and several old friends who have gone on. I have also done this with others, and with relatives of others. In most cases, the communications involved, at some point, details that I could not otherwise have known.

For this and other reasons, I frequently find myself writing in the dark at night, in a notebook that I keep beside the bed. The writing usually happens between 1am and 5am, centering perhaps on 3am. I am left-handed, and although I try to write in level lines, they always slant or curve steeply downward.

These forays onto the astral plane and other sources of inspiration do cause me to lose some sleep. Sometimes, though, there are things more important than sleep.

(series to be continued)

Tuesday, March 7, 2023

Fireside Chat

As I write this, in early March, the "fireside" part is a joke here in Florida. But in other parts of the country, there is snow, deep snow. In California, there are people trapped in their houses, and running out of food. When Sandy and I lived in the Blue Ridge, the biggest snowfall we saw came in March. People told us, "don't put your birdbath out until Mother's Day." (Meaning that the birdbath would freeze, and break.)

As the Walrus said, the time has come to talk of many things. I don't propose to talk about "cabbages and kings," but only some things, important things, that seldom get mentioned.

The first of these is reincarnation. Yes, due to certain experiences, I accept it as a reality. But I was surprised to learn (from a posting on his Youtube channel by Rabbi Simon Jacobson, of Chabad) that it was known in Judaism, but had been kept secret. One may speculate about the reasons for the secrecy, but I prefer not to.

Reincarnation was also known, and considered an acceptable teaching, in early Christianity. Unfortunately, it was declared "anathema" in the early fifth century CE, at one of the Church councils (I'm forgetting which--Constantinople?). It is universally believed in Hinduism and Buddhism, not to mention modern Neopaganism and a host of New Age religions. Not sure about Islam, but I think so. In other words, pretty much everyone believes in it, although they may not talk much about it, and it seems that only Abrahamic religions have forbidden its teaching to the masses.

The result of this situation is, of course, that we have truly amazing (and verifiable) reincarnation stories from places like India and Nepal, but they are few and far-between in most countries of the West.

Religiously, I was raised Catholic, but feel far more Jewish than Christian. I do have some Jewish ancestry (which my father hid from me until I was about thirty), but my acceptance of reincarnation as a reality does not come from either of these sources. It is due, rather, to certain experiences that I have had.

(to be continued in the next Fireside Chat)

Photo by Fergus McCarthy, of Midleton, Co. Cork, Ireland.

Sunday, March 5, 2023

151,000 Visits and Many Interests

About a week ago, we passed the milestone of 150,000 visits (page-views) to this blog. Until now, I haven't had time to say anything about this milestone.

This blog, originally conceived as a poetry blog, now treats of many more things. In fact, it reflects many of my interests, including poetry, expository writing, translation (of the Bible and the Psalms, in particular), the so-called Synoptic Problem, naturism (my chosen lifestyle), and aging. I may also touch on music and guitar repair. You just never know.

I would like to thank all of you, in more than a hundred countries, for reading my blog entries, of which there are now over three thousand. Thank you, merci, gracias, wadó.