June 18, 2012

Like a Watercolor in the Rain

  I always look forward to the Monday morning bloggosphere because that is when all the re-action of the past week is interprets though the filters of our blogs.  When the essayists are in good form, the comments on the pages provide jumping off points for grokking the change that is subtly taking place.  I have trouble with the grand illusion, but Al Stewart's words from year of the cat remind me that taken out of context, anything can be used as a diversion.
  I have often agreed with Albert Einstein on the topic of God not rolling dice.  I joke that i saw him at the roulette table, but in fact, the creator is the casino owner.  The vibrational frequency of what we bring to the table is modified by the reflections given off by the surroundings - the battle of nature vs nurture is enabled by genetics as a starting point, but the yang of nurture seems much greater.  In fact, that reversal of direction is what i see as the current tipping point on the cosmic scale. 
  We are at the peak of a wave; for those of us carrying our cosmic surfboards and towels - this is an exciting time to be.  The fate of the drachma is keeping most of the whirled busy, while subtle forces are changing the continuity of life's prism - the sorting process always works itself out.  That history repeats is a given, but the flavors are as different as the types and styles of ice cream.
  Life comes to us in a form that we recognize.  We have an expectation value that assume; when we don't get our rock and roll, we can 'blame it on the bluegrass'.  As we accept all music from Bach and Beethoven to the Clash and Talking Heads - we find that the messages embedded in the bottle are fairly consistent in supporting us to think however we wish to think.  We are one and we are all individual and this is not! a conflict, it is a blessing.
  Words mean exactly what i say they mean, the Red Queen once said to Alice.  Illusions can give us insight into the nature of reality; i am ready for another personal rendition of the Year of the Cat.  As i have shifted my thinking to align with other people that are ready to drop the pretense, i find that the rock and roll songs that we grew up with here in America spew forth the fundamental philosophical under-pinning for the do as i say, not as i do crowd.  If you don't wish to walk the walk, then quit talking the talk.
  Aerosmith had an excellent song that speaks to this point.  Somehow, i like Steven Tyler much better when he sings than when he tries to be funny.  The current message is the sex sells and it provides a distraction that can keep us from realizing that change is what we make of it.  You-tube videos give us the ability to enjoy musical sex in all forms as a substitution for our current isolation from the real thing.  When we find a partner, we dance - but we know that as the great Harrison says, All things must Pass - even if we don't want them to.
  Firefall sang - just remember i love you, and it will be all right.  Namaste'   doc

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