May 31, 2012

Moving Forward, Never Straight

I notice that i have my own patterns for dealing with life.  Hunter S. Thompson once said that when the going gets tough, the weird turn pro.  I refer you to the Arch-Druids post today on post peak reality and remind you that Existence was developed as a play it yourself game that simulates that reality.   That website is 'frozen in space' and i have no key to open the time door that shelters that reality.

Today i started cleaning the kitchen - which is something i typically do to avoid the work that has to be done.  Since i know my limitations and interests, i realize that i now have some nose to the grindstone stuff to work out and the playtime is over.  Tomorrow is a travel day and then hi ho, hi ho.  Fitting song for doc.

The realm that i have chosen will have me thinking like a mushroom.  Given that we have been kept in the dark and shoveled shit for quite a while by the lame-stream media, i have the intention of walking the path that fits the mind set that i carry into the new reality.  Earnst Collumbach's novel Ekotopia will serve as my model - i plan to be a journalist in many phases of the operation, but not the daily choir.  I have other things to do.

As i reminisce over the blog, i note that many of the people that were in constant communication by response have moved on to other positions where they more or less fit the world that they built.  A lot of the political players have developed organizations to accelerate their voices and i smile when i read their pieces knowing that i was there when they cut their teeth and payed their dues.

If there was justice in this world, the BBWAA would invite my friend Steve Scott into their organization and send him a Hall-of-Fame ballot,  It's been over five years since i first found From the Bleachers, when the Zone was just a pup. Steve's reporting on the Giants meets all the criteria of sports reporting and Blogger is the newspaper of our times.  So it would be a fitting honor for a long-time baseball fan to have his say about whether Barry Bonds belongs.

Bat those baby blues, dear one.  I am fine, the lungs are at full capacity and i can see clearly now, the reign is gone.  There is unrest in the forest and there's trouble with the trees.  The flow of ubiquity is now a trickle; the wise path is to prepare before unveiling and the knowledge is internal.  Truth for its own sake.  If you wish to assist, pray for peace, and act your prayer.   Have to shake my head at the property issues - too bad hindsight can't provide guidance retroactively.

Thyme to go - the voices are calling, there is groundwork to be done.  I have achieved my personal ground state of stability, way up the shelf from the absolute zero.  Michael and Jim - i remember those times well and look forward to first contact on the other side of time.  Look me up if you ever get there.

Namaste'

doc

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