Monday, June 30, 2008 |
What do you believe? |
Excerpts taken from: The Way of the Hippy from "Hippies From A to Z" by Skip Stone
What’s a hippie? What’s the difference between an old hippie and a new hippie? Once a hippie, always a hippie? These and similar questions are the source of much debate today. New subcategories like web-hippies, cyber-hippies, even zippies have become fashionable. But what is a hippie and are you one? To answer this question, let’s see what defines a hippie. Some say it’s the way people dress, and behave, a lifestyle. Others classify drug users and rock 'n' roll fans or those with certain radical political views as hippies. The dictionary defines a hippie as one who doesn’t conform to society’s standards and advocates a liberal attitude and lifestyle. Can all these definitions be right?
It seems to me that these definitions miss the point. By focusing on the most visible behavioral traits these limited descriptions fail to reveal what lies in the hippie heart that motivates such behavior. To understand The Way of the Hippy, we must look at those circumstances that preceded the birth of the hippy movement, the important events that changed our lives, our resulting frustration with society, and the philosophy that developed from our spiritual maturation.
My view is that being a hippie is a matter of accepting a universal belief system that transcends the social, political, and moral norms of any established structure, be it a class, church, or government. Each of these powerful institutions has it’s own agenda for controlling, even enslaving people. Each has to defend itself when threatened by real or imagined enemies. So we see though history a parade of endless conflicts with country vs. country, religion vs. religion, class vs. class. After millennia of war and strife, in which uncounted millions have suffered, we have yet to rise above our petty differences.
The way of the hippie is antithetical to all repressive hierarchical power structures since these are adverse to the hippie goals of peace, love and freedom. This is why the “Establishment” feared and suppressed the hippie movement of the ’60s, as it was a revolution against the established order. It is also the reason why the hippies were unable to unite and overthrow the system since they refused to build their own power base. Hippies don’t impose their beliefs on others. Instead, hippies seek to change the world through reason and by living what they believe.
Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people sharing all the world. John Lennon (Imagine)
To be a hippie you must believe in peace as the way to resolve differences among peoples, ideologies and religions. The way to peace is through love and tolerance. Loving means accepting others as they are, giving them freedom to express themselves and not judging them based on appearances. This is the core of the hippie philosophy.
The hippy movement erected signposts for all to see. Some warn us of impending danger, others direct us towards richer, more fulfilling lives, but most show us the road to freedom. Freedom is the paramount virtue in this system. Freedom to do as one pleases, go where the flow takes you, and to be open to new experiences. This engenders an attitude that allows for maximum personal growth.
Our society only permits you one or two weeks a year of freedom to pursue your own agenda. The rest of the time we are slaves to the system. Hippies reject the 9 to 5 lifestyle and therefore are objects of ridicule by those whose lives run by the clock. Programmed people are jealous and resent the freedom we possess. The unmitigated freedom that hippies represent is the greatest threat to any system in which control equals power.
With all this freedom comes a lot of responsibility. The system does not make it easy for us to survive without sacrificing our values. Therefore we must discover alternative ways to make a living without being a drag on our planet’s resources and our fellow humans. Hippies have pioneered numerous lifestyles and alternative businesses including communes, cooperatives, holistic medicine and health food. We focused everyone’s concern on the environment to highlight our responsibilities to our planet and to future generations.
Other beliefs that spring from our core philosophy are: an earthy spirituality such as a belief in Gaia (the earth as an organism), the Greens movement (political activism), even shamanism and vegetarianism. These philosophical and political views reflect a respect for nature and the planet as a whole, something lacking in our capitalistic and materialistic societies. The world needs hippies to point out alternatives to the entrenched system and warn of the impending disasters that await us if we don’t change our lifestyles. The goal is not to make everyone a hippie (what would we have to protest?). Rather we can try to influence others by example, through tolerance and love and teaching the virtues of the hippie way.
So being a hippie is not a matter of dress, behavior, economic status, or social milieu. It is a philosophical approach to life that emphasizes freedom, peace, love and a respect for others and the earth. The way of the hippie never died. There have always been hippies from the first time society laid down rules, to Jesus, to Henry David Thoreau, to John Lennon, to you and me. I believe there’s a little hippy in all of us. It’s just been repressed by our socialization process. We need to find it and cultivate our hippie within. Only then can we reach our true potential.
***I'll make references to these paragraphs several times throughout my blogs, so be alert~!!--------------------------------------------- I stopped running abruptly and stumbled onto the hard ground of a desolate wasteland. I lay on my back, groaning in frustration. I forgot where I was to go, and where I had to be - who was I here with? Was I all alone? I pushed myself up pathetically, crying out when a jagged rock split open my right palm. "Hey!" I shouted angrily to blood-stained quarter-sized rock. It didn't move nor react to my voice, but I didn't really expect it to. I sighed dejectedly and stood up on my frail legs. I glanced down at my torn feet, and wondered why there was the remains of a sock around my left ankle. I wish I didn't loose my shoes when running. I was in a valley - I knew that much. A small forest was ahead of me, dirt was all around me, and I saw the edges of a cliff stretching further up than I could climb. I was in a canyon of some sort. Trapped. I ran, and ran. The closer I advanced to the refuge of the forest, the more and more I realized that nothing was quite right here at all. The clouds beyond the crater-like valley turned to gray smoke, being licked by angry elusive tongues of flame. I hesitated, but wound up on the bare ground in a puff of dirt. My memory left me and I blacked out. 'Where am I?' I wondered as I sat up. My whole body ached and I was drenched to the bone with sweat. Realization hit me as I glanced up and a midday sky... blackened by the doom of the inevitable I run towards the forest... "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" I was frustrated. I needed help - I needed warmth. Where are my shoes...? Where.... I sobbed as I sprinted to the forest. I collapsed on a large rock surrounded by a bed of leaves. The air was warm and moist in the forest and I almost fell asleep. That was when the deer approached me. "What's bothering you?" It asked me. "I feel like I'm the last person on Earth... What am I doing here?" I cried harder and tried to inch away from the doe. I was ashamed of my pathetic tears. "You were running away from the World, so you fell into this hole - where you will stay." The voice was calm and soothing... unlike I, who was frightened out of my mind. "What's going on?" I whisper, catching the sight of the burning light of fire above the unaffected trees. "The World is fighting. No one will survive. No one wants to live." The deer nudged me and shivers coursed through my body. "Why don't we want to live?" I asked. "They do not wish to die." "I do not understand." I stated, staring at the sky. "They do not wish to understand death, so they fight to kill it." The deer's eyes were light blue. "You can't kill death..." I closed my eyes. "We were made to live, so that we can die." I felt the deer's hot breath upon my nose, and rolled over, not wanting to be facing towards it. "But we don't want to die..." I heard the shouting and explosions in the distance, and cringed as screams echoed throughout the air. "They do not want to live." I woke in a cold sweat, the flames and smoke of the destruction of the world still echoing in my pounding mind. I awoke slowly, my hand finally becoming visible in front of my eyes - laying limp on my green-adorned mattress. I could finally hear my heavy breathing above my rapid heart beat. My tired eyes then focus on my hand until I had the strength to twitch a few fingers. 'I'm alive now,' I reassure myself. I have returned to my existence, my own life. There is no fire and hatred right here in my room... no violence and desperation that can rip souls into frail strands and cast them off into the wild raw smokes of the end. I looked up at my small DreamWeaver clock, and idly watched as the seconds passed while 12:00 blinked confidently in an eerie shade of green. I roll over and fall back asleep. We killed ourselves. - An entry from Emily's Dream Journal - Feb. 2008 |
posted by Emmerzz @ 4:03 PM |
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