Here's the finale :
I needed money. I asked my Mother, who had given my sister THOUSANDS upon THOUSANDS of dollars for HER Music Studies, for some help.
Know what she said ? "Go ask your sister."
Rock steady, steady as I never went.
Saturday, September 28, 2019
end of convictions
But how can a teacher aid in the development of this near-spiritual awareness ? The teacher must love the educational process ("the excitement in learning") and must be able to relate to each student on every level and in every dimension. These two capabilities are within my possession.
I have worked hard to develop myself in areas that the majority of society leaves untouched. I have worked beside carpenters, stone masons, welders, mechanics, truck drivers, office managers, book salesmen, farmers, realtors, and pick and shovel laborers. At one time or another I have competed in every sport available to the American athlete. I have been a Red Cross Water Safety Instructor since I was 18 and have taught hundreds of individuals how to swim. In the past four years a swim coach I have had twenty-four State Champions. I have brought two women to the rank of First Dan Black Belt.
What I am seeking to do is to bring my inner being into a harmonious relationship with my outer existence and in so doing attain a correct livelihood. One this unification process is completed I know I will be able to guide others on their own path toward self-fulfillment.
I have worked hard to develop myself in areas that the majority of society leaves untouched. I have worked beside carpenters, stone masons, welders, mechanics, truck drivers, office managers, book salesmen, farmers, realtors, and pick and shovel laborers. At one time or another I have competed in every sport available to the American athlete. I have been a Red Cross Water Safety Instructor since I was 18 and have taught hundreds of individuals how to swim. In the past four years a swim coach I have had twenty-four State Champions. I have brought two women to the rank of First Dan Black Belt.
What I am seeking to do is to bring my inner being into a harmonious relationship with my outer existence and in so doing attain a correct livelihood. One this unification process is completed I know I will be able to guide others on their own path toward self-fulfillment.
Personal convictions regarding my potential as an educator.
Confucius said, "At fifteen I set my heart on learning; at thirty I took my stand." I am now thirty-three and I am ready to take my stand. there are five books which form the foundation of my life. these are : The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu; The Inner Chapters of Chuang Tsu; The I Ching; The Analects of Confucius; and The Art of War by Sun Tzu. Within these ancient texts are the ways and means of my day to day existence. All are in complete harmony with my declared "religion" and the Dharma of Zen Master Seung Sahn.
What I have to offer my potential students is the essence of these classics, all my studies, and my martial arts training. Simply stated, I can help them discover themselves and in so doing unleash the forces both mental and physical, that are needed to succeed in high school, college and the working world. The nature of these forces is two-fold: to see clearly, to acquire discipline. All functions of existence are derived from these two exactitudes. To see clearly means to (already) understand what has to be done. to acquire discipline means to be able to find the necessary strength to perform the tasks at hand. Only this.
What I have to offer my potential students is the essence of these classics, all my studies, and my martial arts training. Simply stated, I can help them discover themselves and in so doing unleash the forces both mental and physical, that are needed to succeed in high school, college and the working world. The nature of these forces is two-fold: to see clearly, to acquire discipline. All functions of existence are derived from these two exactitudes. To see clearly means to (already) understand what has to be done. to acquire discipline means to be able to find the necessary strength to perform the tasks at hand. Only this.
...end of Personal Development...
Once my Instructors' Course was completed I began an intellectual study of Zen. I traced its course from the Buddha, its contact with the Tao of Ancient China and its subsequent transformation to Zen, and spread of Zen to Korea and Japan.
I am currently in communication with Zen Master Seung Sahn, my Sword Master's Master, in an informal practice of Kong-an and Dharma Combat training.
The last three years as swim coach for the Cumberland-Lincoln Boys' Club has helped me see that I am fully capable of being an excellent educator. I have tried to demonstrate and instill in my swimmers all of the greater qualities I have been exposed to in the past eleven years. I have sought to make them responsible to themselves, their teammates, their families, and their communities. I demanded and obtained correct conduct in practice and meets. I have tried to develop in them the qualities and virtues our society rewards and values, specifically, honesty, patience, respect and discipline.
"...But wait there's more..."
I am currently in communication with Zen Master Seung Sahn, my Sword Master's Master, in an informal practice of Kong-an and Dharma Combat training.
The last three years as swim coach for the Cumberland-Lincoln Boys' Club has helped me see that I am fully capable of being an excellent educator. I have tried to demonstrate and instill in my swimmers all of the greater qualities I have been exposed to in the past eleven years. I have sought to make them responsible to themselves, their teammates, their families, and their communities. I demanded and obtained correct conduct in practice and meets. I have tried to develop in them the qualities and virtues our society rewards and values, specifically, honesty, patience, respect and discipline.
"...But wait there's more..."
..."from the temple steps"...
The year I spent at the Temple and the Teaching I received from Zen Sword Master Chang Sik Kim was astounding. The Teaching and the training was practiced not just from day to day but from moment to moment. It is impossible to relate, fully, the experiences that strengthened my character and deepened my spirituality. At this point in my live I was completely devoted to my Master and The Way. Temple life was practiced in the traditional manner. In the morning we bowed, chanted, sat Zen and had Sword class. Work in the real world lasted from eight to ten hours, then more bowing, chanting, sitting, and the evening Sword class. Of course we were assigned Temple tasks to be performed around our other responsibilities.
I was dismissed from the Temple halfway through 2nd Dan and finished that Course, once again as Jacob's student. Third Dan was given by the Master himself.
I was dismissed from the Temple halfway through 2nd Dan and finished that Course, once again as Jacob's student. Third Dan was given by the Master himself.
...Kung Fu...
I devoted the next several years to martial arts training. Specifically, I wanted to develop the mind/body harmony of a Shao-Lin priest. For eleven and a half months I studied Kung Fu with Master Charles Babbitt in Providence, Rhode Island. I was his only white student. Master Babbitt's teaching was simple and direct. He taught the combat was brought to an end as swiftly as possible. He taught "subdue" not destroy. His style was a serpent style called Cobra. Combat took place in every class against every student regardless of size or capability. When I left Master Babbitt I was able to hold the mind that could fight anybody, anywhere, any time.
Weapons training was next. I heard that there was a Sword Master living at the Providence Zen Center. When I got there I learned that he had moved to Boston but there was a 2nd Dan, Jacob Perl, who was his most advanced student and was teaching at Brown. As soon as I saw Jacob's forms I asked to become his student, but when I saw the Master himself in a demonstration in Boston, I petitioned the Temple and was accepted, primarily because of Jacob's influence. I was the first yellow belt ever to receive that privilege.
Weapons training was next. I heard that there was a Sword Master living at the Providence Zen Center. When I got there I learned that he had moved to Boston but there was a 2nd Dan, Jacob Perl, who was his most advanced student and was teaching at Brown. As soon as I saw Jacob's forms I asked to become his student, but when I saw the Master himself in a demonstration in Boston, I petitioned the Temple and was accepted, primarily because of Jacob's influence. I was the first yellow belt ever to receive that privilege.
Ring around the Prose
During the four years at the university I was fortunate to be exposed to some phenomenal educators, among them, Dr. Langer, Dr. Moynihan, Dr. Boer, Dr. Bee, Dr. Butler and Dr. Ring. These professors kindled in me the desire to emulate their love for their subjects and their uncanny ability to make each class intensely interesting. Dr. Langer once told us he felt a particular "excitement in education". The qualities these professors exuded I sought to develop in myself.
The man who dominated my life was Dr. Ken Ring. I was struggling to find a value system and it was Dr, Ken Ring who provided the guidance. He exposed me to the "inward journey" and told me to go as far as I could. He supported me in every conceivable manner. The studies I completed (which included Hermann Hesse, Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud, Joseph Campbell to name a few) and the value system I finally accepted, was possible only because of my contact with him and his scholarly wisdom.
The man who dominated my life was Dr. Ken Ring. I was struggling to find a value system and it was Dr, Ken Ring who provided the guidance. He exposed me to the "inward journey" and told me to go as far as I could. He supported me in every conceivable manner. The studies I completed (which included Hermann Hesse, Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud, Joseph Campbell to name a few) and the value system I finally accepted, was possible only because of my contact with him and his scholarly wisdom.
"Evaluate your personal development"
My personal development is the direct result of contact with superior individuals. The first of theses was Ellis Meyers, my high school swimming coach. It was Coach Meyers who first put the bit of discipline between my teeth. This quiet, unassuming gentleman possessed the qualities that commanded your respect, loyalty, and complete devotion. He never yelled or screamed. He never berated or humiliated. He had the unique ability to penetrate to the core of any problem and in so doing reveal the correct course of action. He taught us the ability to look inside our minds and hearts to find the great courage and strength to perform the grueling tasks the sport demanded. The discipline I acquired as a result of Coach Meyers' training became and remains the foundation that supports all other physical, mental and spiritual aspects of my life.
Dredge
It may be that I will NEVER be able to rite a book. It may be that a "book" will consist of a compilation or anthology of various "twitter" "columns", poems and blogs. So be it. I don't know if I am capable, in the "traditional" sense, to actually hack out a book, mainly because of the Gallogly "No Moves No Talent" Paradigm I briefed in this morning's Twitter column. No matter. I still carry the banner of Zen and Buddhism in general, for ALL the Righteous and seriously GOOD Intentions. I mean well.
I don't know if EVERY English Lit. Major should write a book. I mean, why ? I started a book on Quotations, one on Buddhist Numbers, and my autobiography. The effort was illuminating, fun even, but it soon bogged down to a tedium that bordered on rote drudgery. It wasn't until the other day, (or it cooda-ben 5 years ago) that I discovered those efforts in files scattered through-out the cabinets. I re-read most of the work, none of my auto, and the quotes were "self-evidently" very good. They heartened me.
Today I'm "letting go" some work I executed in order to apply for U. Conn.'s "Teacher Certification Program." I consider it some of my best "work" because I was forced to distill my Life into words.
Bear with me, please
I don't know if EVERY English Lit. Major should write a book. I mean, why ? I started a book on Quotations, one on Buddhist Numbers, and my autobiography. The effort was illuminating, fun even, but it soon bogged down to a tedium that bordered on rote drudgery. It wasn't until the other day, (or it cooda-ben 5 years ago) that I discovered those efforts in files scattered through-out the cabinets. I re-read most of the work, none of my auto, and the quotes were "self-evidently" very good. They heartened me.
Today I'm "letting go" some work I executed in order to apply for U. Conn.'s "Teacher Certification Program." I consider it some of my best "work" because I was forced to distill my Life into words.
Bear with me, please
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Conditional Non-conditioned Conditionality
This is it ...promise.
When I finish work and don my uniform [gi] to teach, I am dropping one Conscious and adopting another. Worker Steve "becomes" Zen Swordsman Steve. It's the same essential Steve, but under different "conditions". The Conscious and Unconscious function similarly. Their "essence" remains pure. It has to. Steve is gonna be Steve, it's only the conditions that generate WHICH "Steve". This is the so-called "non-conditioned conditionality". It only seems incomprehensible because it's just words. Once you attach an image, it becomes clear.
There you have it.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
When I finish work and don my uniform [gi] to teach, I am dropping one Conscious and adopting another. Worker Steve "becomes" Zen Swordsman Steve. It's the same essential Steve, but under different "conditions". The Conscious and Unconscious function similarly. Their "essence" remains pure. It has to. Steve is gonna be Steve, it's only the conditions that generate WHICH "Steve". This is the so-called "non-conditioned conditionality". It only seems incomprehensible because it's just words. Once you attach an image, it becomes clear.
There you have it.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
..."For me it's all and nothing", is it all and nothing for you ?"...
Mister Gry Nmnn injected, "Jung stated the Unconscious was knowable."
Me >> In my not-so-humble opinion Jung constantly "operated" from the "experience" of the Unconscious. It just isn't that way. There is no Unconscious and Conscious, these two are the same but are "viewed" as "different". I argue for the oneness of "self" but this too is subject to suspicion because the Buddha insisted "There is no Soul, no Atman". Yet CLEARLY there must be something that recognizes that there IS nothing. For me it's BOTH at the exact same time.
...in the end, what we see and perceive around us IS the Absolute and Supreme.
An example follows.
Me >> In my not-so-humble opinion Jung constantly "operated" from the "experience" of the Unconscious. It just isn't that way. There is no Unconscious and Conscious, these two are the same but are "viewed" as "different". I argue for the oneness of "self" but this too is subject to suspicion because the Buddha insisted "There is no Soul, no Atman". Yet CLEARLY there must be something that recognizes that there IS nothing. For me it's BOTH at the exact same time.
...in the end, what we see and perceive around us IS the Absolute and Supreme.
An example follows.
...little read Ego Hood...
Okay ---so now I can present that nugget of Ego-hood ~~~
Craig continued >>> "I have never really met anyone with the depth of understanding for Zen that Steve has. The only other person I [have] dealt with who had this wonderful combination of Zen Practice and an understanding of Jung was Michael Gellert who has written a fabulous book. I actually did some analysis with Michael and was extremely impressed with his ability to amplify dreams. Steve could write a similar book and has a similar aptitude for amplification of images and symbols."
[italics are mine]
I have one more excerpt from this event. It follows.
Craig continued >>> "I have never really met anyone with the depth of understanding for Zen that Steve has. The only other person I [have] dealt with who had this wonderful combination of Zen Practice and an understanding of Jung was Michael Gellert who has written a fabulous book. I actually did some analysis with Michael and was extremely impressed with his ability to amplify dreams. Steve could write a similar book and has a similar aptitude for amplification of images and symbols."
[italics are mine]
I have one more excerpt from this event. It follows.
The Tribe Scribe
A Mister Thom Evans complained >> "Stephen, I don't think you understand Jung and what he is saying. It's sort of like you are talking oranges while he is talking grapes."
Craig interjected >>> "Steve always gives a perspective on things that I learn from and very much enjoy. Jung said very few western men ever get past the 4th cakra. Joseph Campbell said this was because we are the descendants of northern migrating hunting tribes who have a very strong tendency for the individual quest. We strive not for the face we had before we were born but a fully developed and individual human face."
Craig interjected >>> "Steve always gives a perspective on things that I learn from and very much enjoy. Jung said very few western men ever get past the 4th cakra. Joseph Campbell said this was because we are the descendants of northern migrating hunting tribes who have a very strong tendency for the individual quest. We strive not for the face we had before we were born but a fully developed and individual human face."
Pokey Man
Craig returned >>> "Steve, what struck me about the above [quotation] was the profound mystery of the dream images, where does the unconscious come up with these wonderful metaphorical images in the form of story ? Through unheard hearing, through unseen seeing..."
He added a quote from Marie Louise von Franz's Interpretation of Fairy Tales >>
"One is again and again overwhelmed by the genius of the unseen mysterious something in our psyche which is the inventor of our dreams."
I added >> But Craig, isn't this the Great Unknowable ? Jung exerted TREMENDOUS effort to gain access to the realm that creates Creativity. It can't be explained by ordinary thinking but CAN be explained if you accept that each one of us has the totality of the Universe within us. The question surfaced that Is it possible for a "black hole" to "swallow" all knowledge and wisdom ? [Stephen] Hawking spent huge time to finally arrive at the most bullshit answer, that knowledge and wisdom could NOT be annihilated in a Black Hole, all that crap just entered another dimension. All the other scientists just yawned. Einstein had it dead to rights, the Energy in the Universe cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. Buddhism extends that ALL thing are constantly being created and destroyed and my fav is that all things exist and do not exist at the exact same time. Dream images are NOT personal, they are Universal.
He added a quote from Marie Louise von Franz's Interpretation of Fairy Tales >>
"One is again and again overwhelmed by the genius of the unseen mysterious something in our psyche which is the inventor of our dreams."
I added >> But Craig, isn't this the Great Unknowable ? Jung exerted TREMENDOUS effort to gain access to the realm that creates Creativity. It can't be explained by ordinary thinking but CAN be explained if you accept that each one of us has the totality of the Universe within us. The question surfaced that Is it possible for a "black hole" to "swallow" all knowledge and wisdom ? [Stephen] Hawking spent huge time to finally arrive at the most bullshit answer, that knowledge and wisdom could NOT be annihilated in a Black Hole, all that crap just entered another dimension. All the other scientists just yawned. Einstein had it dead to rights, the Energy in the Universe cannot be created nor can it be destroyed. Buddhism extends that ALL thing are constantly being created and destroyed and my fav is that all things exist and do not exist at the exact same time. Dream images are NOT personal, they are Universal.
...before B4...
Craig begins with his post of Carl Jung ==
"The unconscious is the dark being within, that hears what our conscious ears do not hear, and sees what our conscious eyes do not perceive.
"It allows these unnoticed impressions to grow and molds them in itself".
"We only become aware of the unheard hearing, the unseen seeing, when the unconscious sends us these forgotten images in dreams and visions."
I commented = Dualistic thinking cannot gain access to the upper realms. The Conscious does not nor cannot rest upon the Unconscious. Both exist in the realm of perceptible reality as vibrations exist as music. Our Unconscious is better viewed as a 7th or 8th Sense, at least with this as footing a better view can be achieved. Conscious and Unconscious has "Self' as foundation. This "self" bifurcates as it extends from the Essential. Our "Self" is pre-existent to "mind". That which "governs" the Universe is that which generates "Self". Lao Tzu pointed to the Tao and he made CERTAIN to explain IT as Unfathomable, something "confusedly formed". When all things are silent and unmoving, existence becomes non-existent.. It is odd that only movement, movement as vibration, can actually "identify" life and death. Jung is only halfway here, he's close, as close as dualistic thinking can get. The trick is to get to "before thinking".
"The unconscious is the dark being within, that hears what our conscious ears do not hear, and sees what our conscious eyes do not perceive.
"It allows these unnoticed impressions to grow and molds them in itself".
"We only become aware of the unheard hearing, the unseen seeing, when the unconscious sends us these forgotten images in dreams and visions."
I commented = Dualistic thinking cannot gain access to the upper realms. The Conscious does not nor cannot rest upon the Unconscious. Both exist in the realm of perceptible reality as vibrations exist as music. Our Unconscious is better viewed as a 7th or 8th Sense, at least with this as footing a better view can be achieved. Conscious and Unconscious has "Self' as foundation. This "self" bifurcates as it extends from the Essential. Our "Self" is pre-existent to "mind". That which "governs" the Universe is that which generates "Self". Lao Tzu pointed to the Tao and he made CERTAIN to explain IT as Unfathomable, something "confusedly formed". When all things are silent and unmoving, existence becomes non-existent.. It is odd that only movement, movement as vibration, can actually "identify" life and death. Jung is only halfway here, he's close, as close as dualistic thinking can get. The trick is to get to "before thinking".
Craig Nelson's See Hunt
I made copies of some of what I consider my best stuff, some of it is important, some is just so whacky I couldn't let it go. This shit too was scattered about and misfiled pending some sort of cosmic purge. I came upon it the other day bc ...well you know why.
As I wrote yesterday, I was trying to find that nugget of Ego-hood that affirmed my scholarship and whatever ability my writing displays. Below you will read what transpired between me and a fellow Jung-ite, Mr. Craig Nelson, himself a Scholar of the Highest Regard and curator of Carl Jung Individuation. I will transcribe this event so that you Kidz can get a feel for this particular "Stephen", the one who devoted at least 10 years to Carl Jung and his Work.
So, here goes.....
As I wrote yesterday, I was trying to find that nugget of Ego-hood that affirmed my scholarship and whatever ability my writing displays. Below you will read what transpired between me and a fellow Jung-ite, Mr. Craig Nelson, himself a Scholar of the Highest Regard and curator of Carl Jung Individuation. I will transcribe this event so that you Kidz can get a feel for this particular "Stephen", the one who devoted at least 10 years to Carl Jung and his Work.
So, here goes.....
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
by-gones
I looked and looked HARD at my Academics---in a crackheadfucktrillion EONS there was NO Evidence for ANY "Success" whatsoever. I swam my way into U.Conn, that's the pattern that revealed "futurism". As far as The Written Word "went" there was NO "pattern" for Literary Development---the exact OPPOSITE was the case, like, to be sure. I couldn't write in HS and boy did I suffer in College. Still I chose to be an English Major bc THAT was The Most Difficult Thing For Me. My Mom was a functional Illiterate, I'm CERTAIN I chose Literature to compensate for her less-than-6th-grade education.
I must leave this here, a GREAT Distance from my final thoughts, for that I apologize.
More tomorrow, promise.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
I must leave this here, a GREAT Distance from my final thoughts, for that I apologize.
More tomorrow, promise.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
Einsig
I was tearing into my THIRD file cabinet, top drawer, and I found the cover of an old
The University of Connecticut Bookstore notebook, W-I-D-E ruled, 80 sheets for the UNBELIEVABLE price, catch this, 57 cents. I think that's why I saved it all these years. 57 cents----wow.
As I was about to set it aside it flipped, on the reverse side was a glued-on that caught me by surprise. It was a handwritten quote from Robert Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance . Here it is in full ==
"You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes any sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something."
I gotta tell ya Kidz I LOVE Robert Pirsig. He it was who led me to attack Albert WTF Einstein in an all-out effort to find the Meaning Of Life in his Theory of Relativity.
But this ....
The University of Connecticut Bookstore notebook, W-I-D-E ruled, 80 sheets for the UNBELIEVABLE price, catch this, 57 cents. I think that's why I saved it all these years. 57 cents----wow.
As I was about to set it aside it flipped, on the reverse side was a glued-on that caught me by surprise. It was a handwritten quote from Robert Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance . Here it is in full ==
"You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes any sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something."
I gotta tell ya Kidz I LOVE Robert Pirsig. He it was who led me to attack Albert WTF Einstein in an all-out effort to find the Meaning Of Life in his Theory of Relativity.
But this ....
Born under a badass sign...
My Mom WASN'T - The Worst Mother On Planet Earth -- but she was horrible, her own sisters referred to her as "The Witch". She tried to "make up for" her piss-poor Mothering skill by keeping a Scrap Book and, believe if or not ALL my report cards, INCLUDING one from Our Lady of Loretto's Kindergarten. It was sheer AGONY to read my grades from every year, college included. It seems that after Kindergarten it was all d
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Dunce de Lion
It ain't like I amble around BEGGING to be saturated by Public Humiliation--- private, personal Humiliation IZ my daily diet, mainly because my Geriatricism is confounded by impermeable Imbecility and disflexive Senility. Old Age is brutal and it AIN'T for the feint of heart.
This thing about Public Humiliation, it forces you to question your own sensibilities, meaning, is there Truth that you may be an imbecile-clown, a one that worships Dunce-ery ?
In order to stop the hemorrhaging of my Bleeding Heart I tore up my Cave. I'm just like you Kidz, my life is recorded and filed in page upon page, photo upon photo, report card upon transcript, flung about tempestuously, as if NOTHING MATTERS, including the Chronology of Linear Advancement. I have drawers and my drawers have drawers. I emptied all of them, searching for a simple nugget of Ego-hood, something to act as a tourniquet---something-------anything.
This thing about Public Humiliation, it forces you to question your own sensibilities, meaning, is there Truth that you may be an imbecile-clown, a one that worships Dunce-ery ?
In order to stop the hemorrhaging of my Bleeding Heart I tore up my Cave. I'm just like you Kidz, my life is recorded and filed in page upon page, photo upon photo, report card upon transcript, flung about tempestuously, as if NOTHING MATTERS, including the Chronology of Linear Advancement. I have drawers and my drawers have drawers. I emptied all of them, searching for a simple nugget of Ego-hood, something to act as a tourniquet---something-------anything.
The You in Vacuum
Let me put it to you Gize... What do you do, rather, how would you respond if your best friend rips out your still beating heart, puts it in your face, spits on it, slams it to the ground, STOMPS on it, then whips out his dick and pisses all over it ? Wait there's more ~~~~~ Then he saws your skull, scoops out your brain, and PUBLICALLY compares it to pigeon shit in the gutter on Atwells Avenue, in Providence, Rhode Island ????? Wait there's even STILL MORE ~~~~ then he tells you your gonna be a CO-Author for a book he wants to write, except, NO you AIN'T gonna be no CO-Author, you're gonna be his secretary/translator/psychic/janitor. NOW what would be your response ? I thought so.
Ya know Kidz, life sometimes unfolds alarmingly slow, so slow you can't detect even the slightest movement. Sometimes it unfolds so kwikly, it becomes a blur, again undetectable, maybe even INVISIBLE. And then there's the Sometimes where there is no unfolding whatsoever, when things are at a standstill, silent and incoherent, when there is no air to breathe, when Reality is a Vacuum. Here it is where this Vacuum sucks the Life from you. Life is code for Spirit, the Essential Force of Nature's Creativity.
That's what happened to me.
I should have seen it coming.
Ya know Kidz, life sometimes unfolds alarmingly slow, so slow you can't detect even the slightest movement. Sometimes it unfolds so kwikly, it becomes a blur, again undetectable, maybe even INVISIBLE. And then there's the Sometimes where there is no unfolding whatsoever, when things are at a standstill, silent and incoherent, when there is no air to breathe, when Reality is a Vacuum. Here it is where this Vacuum sucks the Life from you. Life is code for Spirit, the Essential Force of Nature's Creativity.
That's what happened to me.
I should have seen it coming.
Friday, September 20, 2019
...winging the stinging...
Pig pen hooved down the mountain-side trail, miffed and peeved at Ice Bat's frivolity of faulty frailty, reminding himself of Ice Bat's Charm Offensive which was, in deed, HIGHLY Offensive. But he had resigned himself the favor of furor, and he luxuriated in his ability to resist Ice Bat's plagiarizing persiflage.
When Ice Bat returned to his cave he was appalled at Pig Pen's abject abandonment of The Guano Project.. He called to his minions, and when they arrived Ice Bat defecated,
"Look at all this SHIT. That Pig Pen is nothing More than a FRAUD, he promised to clean all this shit so I could sell it and he has done NOTHING !" The minions nodded in dour caprice. "He is NOT a good pig. He knows Nothing and has done Nothing."
Ice Bat confronted Pig Pen. "WHY didn't you finish ? All you've done is NOTHING."
Pig Pen smiled, "When Nothing is done, nothing is left UN-done."
Ice Bat's mind froze in its tracks. Away he flew, winging the stinging.
When Ice Bat returned to his cave he was appalled at Pig Pen's abject abandonment of The Guano Project.. He called to his minions, and when they arrived Ice Bat defecated,
"Look at all this SHIT. That Pig Pen is nothing More than a FRAUD, he promised to clean all this shit so I could sell it and he has done NOTHING !" The minions nodded in dour caprice. "He is NOT a good pig. He knows Nothing and has done Nothing."
Ice Bat confronted Pig Pen. "WHY didn't you finish ? All you've done is NOTHING."
Pig Pen smiled, "When Nothing is done, nothing is left UN-done."
Ice Bat's mind froze in its tracks. Away he flew, winging the stinging.
Marc's Marx
After an exhausting climb Pig Pen reached Ice Bat's dwelling. He looked at all the shit and choked, "You MUST be joking". Ice Bat smiled, "This is pure GOLD". Pig Pen knew what shit smelled like and had nosed Gold. "If you say so", Pig Pen wheezed.
"You get started, I'll be rite back" and with that Ice Bat evaporated into the distance.
It was super s---l---o---w going for Pig Pen. Years and years of rooting had lessened Pig Pen's ability for brute and savage Strength, yet he persisted with BIG Pig Stubborn-ness, the Evolutionary Magnitude of Insistence-Born-Of-Creative-Resolve, residing in Ice Bat's Promise of Co-Equal Resolution.
Hours turned into Daze.
When Ice Bat returned Pig Pen confronted him, "I thought you were going to help", Pig Pen challenged. Ice Bat was nonplussed, "I am" he responded. "Exactly HOW ?". Pig Pen demanded. "By doing Nothing" was Ice Bat's counter. "You're gonna help me by doing Nothing ? " Pig Pen gasped . "Yes. For it is written, 'When Nothing is done, Nothing is left UN-done'."
Pig Pen knew this quote. It was like a club. Pig Pen wanted to hit Ice Bat with another, even BIGGER, club, but he could only manage, "I've got a mind to join your club and beat you over the head with it."
"You get started, I'll be rite back" and with that Ice Bat evaporated into the distance.
It was super s---l---o---w going for Pig Pen. Years and years of rooting had lessened Pig Pen's ability for brute and savage Strength, yet he persisted with BIG Pig Stubborn-ness, the Evolutionary Magnitude of Insistence-Born-Of-Creative-Resolve, residing in Ice Bat's Promise of Co-Equal Resolution.
Hours turned into Daze.
When Ice Bat returned Pig Pen confronted him, "I thought you were going to help", Pig Pen challenged. Ice Bat was nonplussed, "I am" he responded. "Exactly HOW ?". Pig Pen demanded. "By doing Nothing" was Ice Bat's counter. "You're gonna help me by doing Nothing ? " Pig Pen gasped . "Yes. For it is written, 'When Nothing is done, Nothing is left UN-done'."
Pig Pen knew this quote. It was like a club. Pig Pen wanted to hit Ice Bat with another, even BIGGER, club, but he could only manage, "I've got a mind to join your club and beat you over the head with it."
Syllogism Affrontery
Now Ice Bat didn't exactly AGONIZE over visiting Pig Pen and asking him to aid in the discharge and removal of what Ice Bat considered marketable liquidity. "Pig Pen is NOT as smart as I", Ice Bat evinced, "so I will be able to persuade him to assist me, and have HIM do all the work, that's how smart I AM." Content with this personal effluvium, Ice Bat winged his way to the Lower Realm of Street and Gutter where Pig Pen resided in Syllogism Affrontery.
Pig Pen once snorted, "If Life ain't all Suffering, then what is it ?"
Ice Bat's answer reflected Ice Bat's surroundings, for CLEARLY, Life was "All About Bat Guano". Indeed THAT was the title of Ice Bat's next literary project, "All About Guano." Ice Bat secreted, "No one will know it's all about MEEEE, for I AM Ice Bat Guano."
Ice Bat landed and upon Pig Pen's Perch. They greeted one another warily DESPITE years and years, eons upon EONS, of Lives Everlasting.
"Hey", Ice Bat contended, "Hey",, Pig Pen contexted, and then he quirked, "How you hangin' ?" Ice Bat blinded, "Why upside down, of course."
Pig Pen bristled.....
Pig Pen once snorted, "If Life ain't all Suffering, then what is it ?"
Ice Bat's answer reflected Ice Bat's surroundings, for CLEARLY, Life was "All About Bat Guano". Indeed THAT was the title of Ice Bat's next literary project, "All About Guano." Ice Bat secreted, "No one will know it's all about MEEEE, for I AM Ice Bat Guano."
Ice Bat landed and upon Pig Pen's Perch. They greeted one another warily DESPITE years and years, eons upon EONS, of Lives Everlasting.
"Hey", Ice Bat contended, "Hey",, Pig Pen contexted, and then he quirked, "How you hangin' ?" Ice Bat blinded, "Why upside down, of course."
Pig Pen bristled.....
Pig Pen
There was a problem with guano, however, it kept piling up and up and up and up until it almost reached the roof of Ice Bat's cave. "Whatever should I to do ?" cried the Ice Bat until his tears froze on his Ice Bat face. Ice Bat thought and thought, and thought some more and then he thought EVEN HARDER but it didn't help. He couldn't think any harder, he couldn't think of even a thing that would help. But when he STOPPED thinking Some Thing DID appear, it was a remembrance of an Old Friend, a Pig, as it were, whose name was Pig Pen. In the Past, Pig Pen had rescued Ice Bat from an extreme of bat guano Ice Bat was trying to market as Mind Meal, Ice Bat wanted his customers to eat his guano by calling it Mind Meal. Pig Pen refused to help Ice Bat market such a grotesque atrocity and so he transformed the guano into a marketable commodity by advertising the guano as Food For Plants, plants that could indeed be consumed by Ice Bat's hungry customers. Ice Bat had been THRILLED by Pig Pen's ingenuity. Ice Bat thought, "If he helped me then, maybe he will help me now."
...guano like there's no tomorrow...
Once upon a time there was a bat who had named himself "Ice". Ice Bat lived in the rarified air of mountains and glaciers and made his home in a cave. Ice Bat loved his surroundings, and his home was filled with his shit called guano. Guano is a bat-fancy word for shit, which is excrement, body waste of animals, defecation to be exact, and boy oh boy could Ice Bat guano like there was no tomorrow !
Ice Bat was VERY smart. He just didn't have a high I.Q. he was possessed by an even higher I.G., which is Ice Guano. Ice Bat was so smart he sold his guano to unsuspecting innocents by calling his guano "manna" and told his customers it was "from Heaven". He sold them Guano from Heaven, he COULD, sell them guano from Heaven becuz Ice Bat had COSMIC Charisma. Charisma is like Electric Shock Therapy, the one where Doctors attach electrodes to your skull and infuse MEGAWATTS of Electricity into your Brain to SHOCK you into a State of Zombie-like Unwilling Submission, the kind where you just can't refuse to buy Ice even in the dead of winter. Indeed, Ice Bat's Sale Pitch was ELECTRIFYING and he had many, MANY Customers who became addicted to and by his Charmisma.
Ice Bat was VERY smart. He just didn't have a high I.Q. he was possessed by an even higher I.G., which is Ice Guano. Ice Bat was so smart he sold his guano to unsuspecting innocents by calling his guano "manna" and told his customers it was "from Heaven". He sold them Guano from Heaven, he COULD, sell them guano from Heaven becuz Ice Bat had COSMIC Charisma. Charisma is like Electric Shock Therapy, the one where Doctors attach electrodes to your skull and infuse MEGAWATTS of Electricity into your Brain to SHOCK you into a State of Zombie-like Unwilling Submission, the kind where you just can't refuse to buy Ice even in the dead of winter. Indeed, Ice Bat's Sale Pitch was ELECTRIFYING and he had many, MANY Customers who became addicted to and by his Charmisma.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
This Bud's for you....
I could rite a book on "Not Being Able To Write A Book". ...You Kidz see the problem ?
Marc Fortin and David Gallogly afford me the Opportunity to Mythologize their lives Joseph Campbell Style. In so doing I can offer THEM as Cultural Paradigm since they have lived their lives in EPIC Grandiosity, although BOTH would vehemently DENY such hyperbolic refraction. Know what ? I REALLY don't give a fuck.
Sometimes, I mean, most days, just getting out of bed and heading to the toilet is nothing less than a HEROIC Struggle. Our Society, Culture and Civilization has turned to DEAD Heroes, as if the Worship of THEM will somehow actualize Revolution and/or Reformation. I'm spit-fully uncertain that Hero-Worship accomplishes ANYTHING save doldrums evaporation and even then there is a residual after-effect of seething self-inferiority. I know something of THAT.
Contemporary Hero-Stewardship, looking around and recognizing your Buds as Heroes, is where I'm intent on taking you Kidz.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
Marc Fortin and David Gallogly afford me the Opportunity to Mythologize their lives Joseph Campbell Style. In so doing I can offer THEM as Cultural Paradigm since they have lived their lives in EPIC Grandiosity, although BOTH would vehemently DENY such hyperbolic refraction. Know what ? I REALLY don't give a fuck.
Sometimes, I mean, most days, just getting out of bed and heading to the toilet is nothing less than a HEROIC Struggle. Our Society, Culture and Civilization has turned to DEAD Heroes, as if the Worship of THEM will somehow actualize Revolution and/or Reformation. I'm spit-fully uncertain that Hero-Worship accomplishes ANYTHING save doldrums evaporation and even then there is a residual after-effect of seething self-inferiority. I know something of THAT.
Contemporary Hero-Stewardship, looking around and recognizing your Buds as Heroes, is where I'm intent on taking you Kidz.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
For The Better Of Worse
I'm just like you Gize. I just wanna rite a few sentences of insight-full Insight, the kind that can alter the Consciousness of Earth, and redirect the Evolutionary Trajectory of Humankind. Geezus Fucking Kriss how HARD can that be ?????
Come to "find out" that it is DEEPLY and SUSPICIOUSLY Difficult. Buddhism Dogma has us at, "We are all Buddha's" now why in Buddha's Mind, if THAT is "true"-- then why can't we all be Einstiens and Toynbees ? Why can't I rite the way Jackson Pollack paints ???? Why can't I frolic with Pollack ???
Well guess what ? Go ahead.... Guess.
Come to "find out" that it is DEEPLY and SUSPICIOUSLY Difficult. Buddhism Dogma has us at, "We are all Buddha's" now why in Buddha's Mind, if THAT is "true"-- then why can't we all be Einstiens and Toynbees ? Why can't I rite the way Jackson Pollack paints ???? Why can't I frolic with Pollack ???
Well guess what ? Go ahead.... Guess.
Bio Opsy
There are some ravishingly deadly things I can't "get over". I wrote Marc that I wanted to rite a kind of biography on his Kwan Um Do Kwang "attainment", an Attainment which was identified by our Zen Master Seung Sahn as genuine and authentic and who then gave Marc "Inka", Proof that Marc had fully grasped Seung Sahn's Teaching. You'd think that divulgence of that kind of spectacular Accomplishment would be gracefully accepted, but Marc said, "No Way". He added, "You can rite a bio, just DON'T include me in it." I shit you not. This from a Man whose I.Q. is "off the Scale."
See what I'm "up against" ?
See what I'm "up against" ?
The Scorpion Fling
Marc gifted me a Scorpion necklace. It's a simple chain with I silver Scorpion, and a tiny something that looks like a teeny bundle. I didn't know what it was until just now--it's a container with the antidote for Scorpion Venom. When he handed it to me he stinger-ed, "Wear this when you go out in public, so people can be warned". I was stung, I think, rightly so. I probably "had that coming" to me since I enter the public "sphere" with nothing less than Samurai Arrogance, of the "Zatoichi" sort, that of "menacing intensity", so as to avoid being pleasant and harmonious, the very antithesis of how I am suppose to "act" given all my Training. I SERIOUSLY do not want ANYONE to even ATTEMPT at knocking that "chip" off my shoulder. Heinous Inferiority does that to me, my disease is as ancient as Time itself. But---no matter.
"Bart Simpson" figured to use his simpleton Knowledge of One Finger Kung Fu called "Finger of Death" on his suspicious sister Lisa, who IMMEDIATELY complained to their Mom. "Marge" called out, "Bart, don't use your "Finger of Death" on your sister". I'm like that, only slightly more intense.
Instead of the Finger of Death, I appendage the Tail That Kills. Because I rite, it's more like, The Tale That Kills.
That's what my problem with Marc is, he wants NO part of The Tale That Kills.
"Bart Simpson" figured to use his simpleton Knowledge of One Finger Kung Fu called "Finger of Death" on his suspicious sister Lisa, who IMMEDIATELY complained to their Mom. "Marge" called out, "Bart, don't use your "Finger of Death" on your sister". I'm like that, only slightly more intense.
Instead of the Finger of Death, I appendage the Tail That Kills. Because I rite, it's more like, The Tale That Kills.
That's what my problem with Marc is, he wants NO part of The Tale That Kills.
Sore Horse
I began giving Master Fortin an I.Q. of 120, then it went to 147, as recently as "just now" I awarded him 155~~ but ya' know what ? Why stop there ? I may as well tell all of you that Marc's I.Q aint just "around" 200, I may as well resign all of us to his I.Q. which may be "off" the Scale. Now I do that to protect myself. I have my high school records >> I was tested twice, one result was 112,, the other,,, 114. The Guidance Counselor answered the question "Potential for success ?" with "average". This is the same Guidance Counselor who flat out scoffed when I confessed I wanted to go to Brandeis University and take up Engineering---more scoff "You mean Civil Engineering ?" I said nothing and couldn't wait to get the fuck out of his shit -hole office--- but his rat shit is for another day . Where was I ? ...
Some of you may know that a few weeks ago Marc asked me to co-author his book, A Workbook of Kwan Um Do Kwang. He said I could add my Sword understanding, that of several decades, so I agreed. I had already helped him with his book of Poetry titled Ice Bat, if he gave me all his notes, as he had with Ice Bat, how hard could it be ?
Here's another, How fast can a saw horse run ?
Some of you may know that a few weeks ago Marc asked me to co-author his book, A Workbook of Kwan Um Do Kwang. He said I could add my Sword understanding, that of several decades, so I agreed. I had already helped him with his book of Poetry titled Ice Bat, if he gave me all his notes, as he had with Ice Bat, how hard could it be ?
Here's another, How fast can a saw horse run ?
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Inter Dimension Delinquency
At some point I gotta inform Marc that his life AIN'T his own, that its MINE now. I don't know how to do that.
Life's "details" often include Ravage, Rampage and Torture, even in the minute but rabid Secrets of whispered Sighs, Loneliness, Despair, Degeneration and Insufficiency.
Sometimes simple Fear is "behind" such Discharge, sometimes it is the Demons of Past, Present and Future who penetrate the Forbidden and Forsaken Membrane of Inter-Dimension-Delinquency and they arrive, with Sword and Spear in hand, to beat us into a Surrender of Ego. You don't win theses "battles" Kidz, you can't.
I am quite fascinated by these Demons .
Mythology abounds with stories of combat, Lust, and Failure. It abounds in Tales of Brave MEN who Battle these Demons in the Name of HUMANITY that Civilization may be freed from the grotesque Tyranny of Mind Fears.
The one true Thread that binds all Heroes together ? It is Sacrifice.
Those that are willing Survive. Those that do not, perish. It is that simple.
Rock steady........Steady as she goes....
Life's "details" often include Ravage, Rampage and Torture, even in the minute but rabid Secrets of whispered Sighs, Loneliness, Despair, Degeneration and Insufficiency.
Sometimes simple Fear is "behind" such Discharge, sometimes it is the Demons of Past, Present and Future who penetrate the Forbidden and Forsaken Membrane of Inter-Dimension-Delinquency and they arrive, with Sword and Spear in hand, to beat us into a Surrender of Ego. You don't win theses "battles" Kidz, you can't.
I am quite fascinated by these Demons .
Mythology abounds with stories of combat, Lust, and Failure. It abounds in Tales of Brave MEN who Battle these Demons in the Name of HUMANITY that Civilization may be freed from the grotesque Tyranny of Mind Fears.
The one true Thread that binds all Heroes together ? It is Sacrifice.
Those that are willing Survive. Those that do not, perish. It is that simple.
Rock steady........Steady as she goes....
3 Dot Red Stitch
Now some fucking IDIOT had gotten "it" into his head that softballs were DIFFERENT. Indeed, some were stitched with Red thread, others in Blue, some had 2 Dots, Others 3, and the complaint was that they weren't gonna use Red Thread balls, I'm guessing, because THOSE balls were "long ball" friendly and THEY didn't have any "long ball" hitters but their Opponents DID.
Now the Rule states that the Visitors must supply the Game Balls which they DID. Now the question arose that -- Were THOSE Game-balls acceptable which SHOULD have been a NON-Consideration since the Rule did NOT state exactly WHICH balls could be used.
Now I COULD describe the mind-bending deluge of rants and rages, the players milling about on the verge of the most sincere BOREDOM as the Managers spoke of Spanish HONOR and INTEGRITY and here I gotta be HONEST myself because the balls themselves were NOT the Issue here like AT ALL.
What it waz was Manger SHOW TIME--who knew the Rules, who did not-- and worse- MUCH WORSE ---how tightly the Balls were wound.
After fifteen minutes of TORRID Exchange I'd had enough. I told them, We're gonna go with the balls supplied and if you don't take the field and start the game I'm gonna call DELAY OF GAME and award the batter "ball" after "ball".
That stopped them.
It was, in the end, all about Colored Light-bulbs, their number, 6.
Now the Rule states that the Visitors must supply the Game Balls which they DID. Now the question arose that -- Were THOSE Game-balls acceptable which SHOULD have been a NON-Consideration since the Rule did NOT state exactly WHICH balls could be used.
Now I COULD describe the mind-bending deluge of rants and rages, the players milling about on the verge of the most sincere BOREDOM as the Managers spoke of Spanish HONOR and INTEGRITY and here I gotta be HONEST myself because the balls themselves were NOT the Issue here like AT ALL.
What it waz was Manger SHOW TIME--who knew the Rules, who did not-- and worse- MUCH WORSE ---how tightly the Balls were wound.
After fifteen minutes of TORRID Exchange I'd had enough. I told them, We're gonna go with the balls supplied and if you don't take the field and start the game I'm gonna call DELAY OF GAME and award the batter "ball" after "ball".
That stopped them.
It was, in the end, all about Colored Light-bulbs, their number, 6.
Squeeze Pray
I got an assignment to work a "Spanish" semi-fast pitch men's softball double-header. They all spoke The Spanish and with a name like DeSilva I figured there wouldn't be a problem.
Now I COULD describe the setting in the usual Steve DeSilva hype, making the Scene a GRANDIOSE EXTRAVAGANZA of Fiesta Debilitating Fragrance-Taste of Site, Sound and SMELLS, the Vendors cooking on automobile rims with home-made grates, COLOR everywhere, as if Hallucination was a GOD almost as HUGE as my God, GOD Zilla, but I won't because that aint the Point of this Blog.
I called the Team Managers to Home Plate to go over the Ground Rules. When the Home Team took the Field I threw the ball out to the pitcher who took one look and threw it back to his catcher while stating, "This ain't the Right Ball."
His Manager screamed "TIME OUT". I was startled, I gotta confess. I signaled the Visitor's Manager to come to the mound as well since HE had provided the balls as was his obligation.
I asked, "What the problem ?"
Now I COULD describe the setting in the usual Steve DeSilva hype, making the Scene a GRANDIOSE EXTRAVAGANZA of Fiesta Debilitating Fragrance-Taste of Site, Sound and SMELLS, the Vendors cooking on automobile rims with home-made grates, COLOR everywhere, as if Hallucination was a GOD almost as HUGE as my God, GOD Zilla, but I won't because that aint the Point of this Blog.
I called the Team Managers to Home Plate to go over the Ground Rules. When the Home Team took the Field I threw the ball out to the pitcher who took one look and threw it back to his catcher while stating, "This ain't the Right Ball."
His Manager screamed "TIME OUT". I was startled, I gotta confess. I signaled the Visitor's Manager to come to the mound as well since HE had provided the balls as was his obligation.
I asked, "What the problem ?"
Sewer Side
My problem is that I can rite about anything. I can rite a whole blog series on just how the incense holder, a 3/4 x 3/4 inch item made out of something, looks WAYYYY better face down rather than its intended position, face up. It's been BUGGING me going on AT LEAST a year, every day, every morning, the grotesque HIDEOUS of face up---in my face ugliness, tempered only by its Tiny Hole. But there's another problem....
Are you the kind or type of person that has massively considered SUICIDE just because your Kleen-X box had a "dent" in it ? Well guess what. Go ahead ---GUESS !!!
Yep ---you guessed it.
So with THAT, consider how "troubling" it might be when I am offered the chance of a lifetime to Write about a Guy who has lived the life of a modern day Siddhartha Gautama. It's thrilling to the point of ABJECT Misery, the GOOD kind.
...so what about those goddamn filth-ridden colored light-bulbs of which number 6 ?
Hold onn I'm gonna get to them.....~~~~~~~
Are you the kind or type of person that has massively considered SUICIDE just because your Kleen-X box had a "dent" in it ? Well guess what. Go ahead ---GUESS !!!
Yep ---you guessed it.
So with THAT, consider how "troubling" it might be when I am offered the chance of a lifetime to Write about a Guy who has lived the life of a modern day Siddhartha Gautama. It's thrilling to the point of ABJECT Misery, the GOOD kind.
...so what about those goddamn filth-ridden colored light-bulbs of which number 6 ?
Hold onn I'm gonna get to them.....~~~~~~~
"I'm Great, you're Not PAY ME ! "
Here's what I feel like ryting, and allow me to quote myself, "Marc, send me $25, 000," (the Social Security MAX that a citizen can receive, according to Dave Gallogly, who sent me a text just to UPdate me), "and I will NOT Write a Book about you and your Life and title it , All About Marc." I know, I know, this rings of Groucho & Chico Marx getting into it over the cost of hiring Chico's Band to play.
Groucho : "Well how much will it cost me for you guys NOT to play ?"
Chico : ---You couldn't afford it---
It's like that, without the stench of Cosmic Extortion.
I just want the make-believe, REGULAR Extortion.
Naturally Marc want's no part of ANY Extortion yet still wants me to write about HIM but WITHOUT using any details ABOUT him.
So now, here come the squander-laden colored light-bulbs of which number 6.
Groucho : "Well how much will it cost me for you guys NOT to play ?"
Chico : ---You couldn't afford it---
It's like that, without the stench of Cosmic Extortion.
I just want the make-believe, REGULAR Extortion.
Naturally Marc want's no part of ANY Extortion yet still wants me to write about HIM but WITHOUT using any details ABOUT him.
So now, here come the squander-laden colored light-bulbs of which number 6.
The Ex-Centric
There's this "thing" where you receive a box of kittens, you don't know if they are dead or alive and that's the "thing"--- at this Physics/Supernatural Juncture they are both dead and alive at the exact same time. How wonderful is THAT ? Same with my colored lightbulbs~~~ they are both "live" and "dead" until, that is, I test them. I hold their FATE in my geriatrically challenged fingers, and a floor lamp I was gonna cannibal-eyes but now can serve as a NASA Platform to conduct Electricity into the Realm of the Unknown, in this instance, my colored light-bulbs of which number 6.
I'm excited, not just because I CAN test them, but THAT, the Testing, may be my Life's Work, at least at this geriatrically stupefied Intersection of Fate meets Reality.
I don't even know what I'm gonna DO with these fucking things, even if they DO work. It ain't as if I can hold a "Block Party" on my Street, how many would attend ? "Hey I found these colored light bulbs, of which number 6, and I invite you guys over to TEST them ! "
Even I can see that as problematical at best, at worst, an immediate Call to 911. "Hello, Police ? Yeah we got an Ex-centric on the loose and he's threatening us with a NASA Style / Tesla Electrical Discharge. Can you arrest him and give him a full body cavity check while he's naked ?"
I'm excited, not just because I CAN test them, but THAT, the Testing, may be my Life's Work, at least at this geriatrically stupefied Intersection of Fate meets Reality.
I don't even know what I'm gonna DO with these fucking things, even if they DO work. It ain't as if I can hold a "Block Party" on my Street, how many would attend ? "Hey I found these colored light bulbs, of which number 6, and I invite you guys over to TEST them ! "
Even I can see that as problematical at best, at worst, an immediate Call to 911. "Hello, Police ? Yeah we got an Ex-centric on the loose and he's threatening us with a NASA Style / Tesla Electrical Discharge. Can you arrest him and give him a full body cavity check while he's naked ?"
My God, God Zilla
...so I was doing something for a reason now unknown, heat and smelter for one such as myself--I find myself busying at tasks of which their source and origin is blanketed by cloak and stagger. I have NO idea what I was doing, or why, but I chanced upon a box of 25 Watt colored light bulbs, the olde ones, filthy with the rich squalor of forget and neglect. They number 6 :: 2 red, 2 green,, one solid red,,, and one solid yellow. Until I test them, they function PERFECTLY. I have ABSOLUTELY NO reason to desire them save for their Color of Charm, but, as I was plugging in my cell for a charge, my God, God Zilla,, ordered me to rite about my new "Job" ---the "Job" of rite-ing a Work Book for 3 Star Kwan Um Do Kwang Instructors. Today, I regret taking on that Project. It is momentary, of course. Regret sometimes lends itself to Creativity. BUT, rite now the only Creativity I can dislodge is the one where I steal the title, Catcher In The Rye from Salinger and tune it to, "The Light Bulb Tester."
Joni
A few words "just to make sure"..... .
The Study of ANYTHING is, in Psychological Reality, the study of One's Self. This statement is a Cosmic Absolute. Each and EVERY "Aspect of the Universe" is, at its "Essence", Aspects of Self. The Great Prophet Joni Mitchell noted, "We are Star-dust, we are Golden." We are the Universe, the Universe IS Us.
That's it for this morning. I gotta dig out some shit with the hope of finding a marble.
Rock steady ........steady as She goes ....
The Study of ANYTHING is, in Psychological Reality, the study of One's Self. This statement is a Cosmic Absolute. Each and EVERY "Aspect of the Universe" is, at its "Essence", Aspects of Self. The Great Prophet Joni Mitchell noted, "We are Star-dust, we are Golden." We are the Universe, the Universe IS Us.
That's it for this morning. I gotta dig out some shit with the hope of finding a marble.
Rock steady ........steady as She goes ....
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