INDEPENDENCE

My good nature, my balanced constitution, cannot be dependent on the presence of a person in my life, or on the love I receive from anybody, or on my good health, or on wealth or status or power.

It has to derive from my relationship with GOD, the Unchanging One, the Almighty One, the Eternal, the Omnipresent Omnipotent Omniscient ONE. The Author and the Finisher. Love and Life Itself.

My happiness cannot be dependent on anything or anyone outside of me, apart from GOD, and that thing within me – deep in my heart – that relates with GOD.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains

DON’T SURRENDER IT ALL TO AI

The primary aim of artistic expression is inner clarification of self, as well as personal spiritual development. The secondary aim is communication and sharing of ideas, which in any case always happens automatically as a by-product.

If you outsource all your artistic creativity to Artificial Intelligence, then, yes, finished works of a certain mould will be generated, but your spirit will not grow. And the purpose of your earthlife – the very purpose of life itself – will not be fulfilled. This lies alone in the continuous development of your “I” through self-exertion, self-clarification and the constant effort towards pure and accurate self-expression of intuition via thought into word and deed.

AI will produce works that resemble beauty, but will lead to the atrophy and death of the human spirit – unless you critically interrogate those works and then correct, reject or surmount them with your own personal effort, your own intuiting and reasoning. Don’t surrender to AI. Learn it but remain above it. Artificial Intelligence will make you look good, make you feel good, but only you can become better by yourself, by your own effort. The ancient rule is still the same, there is no short cut to success.

It is very imperative, in this era of artificial intelligence, for each person to remain personally creative, as well as spiritually and intellectually active and independent. Make the effort to think your own thoughts through to the end, and formulate and write them down by yourself. Compose, rehearse and record your own music. Make your own art. Draw the inspiration not just from others, but also, like before, from within the fathomless depths of your immortal spirit. Spend time in the silence of your heart, listening to your inner voice, hearing yourself by yourself and not from the programmed algorithm of an AI companion’s voice.

And also continue to do as many things with your hands as possible. Build. Make. Write. Go out into the world. Use your physical muscles, use your brain muscles, use your heart muscles, use your soul and use your spirit. And also, PATRONISE THOSE WHO DO SO, THOSE WHO STILL PRODUCE BY THE EFFORT OF HUMAN CREATIVITY. When you do this, you are not doing them a favour, but you are doing yourself and humanity and our future a SERVICE!

This is the only way they will grow. This is the only way we will grow. This is how we survived as a species over millions of years. This is how we got here. By the agency of Natural personal Human Intelligence. WE have always been the ones evolving, the ones plumbing our own depths, the ones developing. Thus: Woe betide us today if we now, tempted by convenience, hand that task now over to a self-programming and self-learning artificial algorithm we fashioned. Like the Zauberlehrling who can no longer deactivate or control the witchcraft he awakened. We would thereby have marked the beginning of the end of the story of the human spirit on Earth.

We are the generation that must tame the beast we have created, and ensure that it remains a servant and never becomes the cold lifeless master of our destiny, literally and figuratively. AI is wonderful for sourcing and collating information, and sorting and delivering it coherently. It is also marvellous at generating alternative versions of expressive output. But it cannot see the light. It cannot produce that individual unique recognition that can only come from deep within you. And it cannot produce the NEW, a truly new and different future. It can only regurgitate and re-permutate the past.

The production of Newness is still the purview and the task of the living and active human spirit. Let AI not be our last invention. Let us continue to bestir ourselves to intuit, imagine, innovate and invent even greater creations in the future, greater and higher than AI, and which also come from us – or through us. For WE are human spirit.

Retain your primary art-form in your hands. Don’t outsource it in the name of comfort, or vanity, or convenience, or competition, or materialism. Save and continue to develop that which is most valuable to us – our spirit. Let art, intuition and inspired thinking continue to be tools for personal inner growth through the joy of effort.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije

THE JOURNEY OF YOUR “I”

The miracle of life transcends the earth.
The adventures of the “I”
Survive many an earthly death and rebirth
And a “Beyond” not in the Sky
But right here beside you
And much too often beneath you.
Your Journey is shaping the Real you.

This is really the purpose of it all -
Not the Earthly but the Spiritual,
the true inner personality,
you the actual person, you, you, you!
Eternity requires integrity,
and self-conquest is our path thereto
in the struggle with the Material.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

INNER SPIRIT

It‘s not the outer age,
It‘s the inner Spirit and Sage
That determines superiority.

It’s neither youth nor ignorance
But lack of humility
That determines inferiority.

We are not of sand and dust
We are spirit and immortal ghost
Marching towards eternity.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

FIGHTING AS YOURSELF

You fight by being yourself
You lose by losing yourself
You win by remaining yourself
Improving yourself, perfecting yourself
As yourself
Your deepest and highest and purest self.

When you‘re not good enough for someone
Don’t respond by becoming someone else
Stay quietly yourself, your authentic self -
When you’re too good to be true in someone’s view
Don’t adjust and lower yourself to their comfort level
Stay proudly yourself, your honest self -
Just strive to be the best version of yourself.

You can only attract those in tune with yourself
When you show yourself -
And if they are few and far between
It’s still worth is. The loneliness is mean
Crushing and worse when you’re not yourself.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

TIME IS TOO LONG SOMETIMES

You have to wait a little while to really
Get to know people’s character truly
If you let them unfold themselves freely
Around you they will unravel duly -
Yes, they will start with a façade first ideally
But the heart, the heart, the heart is unruly
It will break rank and show itself verily
Eventually, for patience grinds masks cruelly
To submission. Truth emerges voluntarily.
Not every friend is a friend
Not every enemy is an enemy
But sometimes you have to wait till the end
To recognise each person clearly.
Unfortunately by then it might be too late
To correct what happened at the gate.
You let the wrong person in
And kept the wrong person out -
O voice within, o voice within, o voice within,
Help me to accurately check people out.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THAT ONE

You can come as close to me as you want
You still cannot get in.
You can go as deep into me as you want
But still deep within
My heart there is a door
And if you’re not the one it’s meant for
You can’t get in.

You can go as far away from me as possible
You still remain inside me
I can push you as far away from me as possible
But still deep inside me
There is one tender space
And you alone live inside this place
That is the home in me.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

I’M FINE

How are you today?

I’m still hurting from yesterday
I don’t know what to say
I’m very sad even when I play
Lord, heal my broken heart, I pray
I’m lost, I can’t find the way… -

I’m fine, thank you
And you?

Thank you
I’m fine too.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT

Hiding in plain sight
If you don’t want people to know you
Let them think they already know you
If you don’t want people to see you
Show them daily the you that is not you
They will be looking at you
But they will not see you

Conversely
You might be lonely
For the like-minded will be blindsided by you
And will not see you to connect with you
And what you do, they won’t know you’ve done
And when you go, they won’t know you’re gone
And when you die, nobody will miss you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE LIVING DEAD

I see dead people
They don’t know they’re dead
Their physical body is still living
And has not yet been shed

They walk and they talk,
They laugh, weep and they smile
They occupy all walks of life
And don’t always seem vile

Their mind silences their heart
Their intellect dulls their intuition
It seems insignificant
But it’s at the root of the human condition

Listen to your inner voice
Don’t leave everything to your head
Or you’ll be walking with the living
And not realise you’re dead.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river