Downtown Human World & The Causal Watchtower (CW001)
⁘ Created: 2025-12-18 ⁘ Updated: 2025-12-19
Down from the high hills once in a blue moon. Grazing around in downtown Yogyakarta — duty calls! Watching the ways of the world. Wonderings from the hermit watchtower — casual watcher is the causal watcher, observing the minds in the matrix.
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Your friendly casual observer — gazing and grazing in downtown Yogyakarta in the heart of the island of Java. Every once in a while, I need to come down from the high hills, get some chores done in the city. Stuff we don't get at a local market. Cat food, milk, stainless steel plates, whatever.
I may come down from the high hills, but the casual observer never leaves the causal watchtower. So here we are, wondering the ways of the world. What are all these people doing? What's driving them? Why are they even moving? Each one of them living in worlds of their own design. Some consciously pursuing phantoms, others doing it out of habit.
Some things, when seen, simply cannot be unseen. It's not like I'm lounging here trying hard to philosophise. The density of the hallucination, both individual and collective, is very tangible. The atmosphere is saturated, especially when the shopping season arrives.
Even at the best of times, the most peaceful of seasons, the matrix envelops the collective mind. I need only leave my house and hermitage. Come for a walk in the village. The bubbles are all there — just a different flavour. There's an intense shallowness to the hollowness. One wonders, how is it ever even sustained? Once you see it for the hologram that it is, you can't hold on to it.
Then there's the other odd fellow, somewhere camping under a bridge. Some of them possess high wisdom. In a watchtower, under the bridge — they see, but they remain disconnected. Who moves about to the tune of the greatest needs of the world, not to the tunes of the self, that one moves in integration.
In witnessing the patterns, the conditioning and the purpose of all of these loops towards their eventual resolution, we contribute as we can. Seeding little bits of deeper and broader meaning, detached from the outcomes, yet seeding resolutions, wherever we may roam. Hermit life, solitude in the midst of a busy world. Watching the waves, weaving the threads. Not by design, but in natural reflection.
One of these days yet, these years, these eons, the world will ripen, come to clear awareness and taste the true flavours of its nature. Beyond their trivial pursuits, bursting the bubbles of their hallucinations. Beyond conditions, basking in the radiance of actuality.
From a back alley parking lot in downtown Yogyakarta, casual watcher checking out. Mind your step. Keep the tower clear. ... Back home on the hillside. Fresh air. Wide open spaces.