Life is absurd, when one truly thinks about it. I'm not sure on this, but maybe this is why people will often get WELL once they have given up and allowed themselves to die. When they realize they are dying and there is no choice and they resign themselves to it/accept it/allow it in, even welcome the inevitable, then the body sometimes spontaneously heals.
Death is the last enemy, they say. It is conquered, perhaps, by no longer being afraid of it. I like this. Maybe death is the symbolic representation of the opposites we experience all the time. Life and death. We are choosing always to live. All of survival is about staying alive. We are obsessed by it.
But what if we consider the alternative to life… or Death… and make friends with it. Admit to ourselves that death is sure to come and may come in an hour or so. Then we are truly free to live. Because rather than surviving and trying to survive, we are able to act in true harmony with ourselves. Our energies are freed up to put into other things. Let death be our companion. Our friend. MY friend. Merge with it and be fearless. Merge with it and be FREE.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
AUGUST BLUES
I wanted to post this yesterday but couldn't get online.
But here it is in honor of August and the blues she brings.
It was written by a New York POST writer who brought the sixties to life for the man on the street.
He is also author of the best-selling memoir of his life with "BOB DYLAN AND THE BEATLES."
His name was Al, and he was my friend...
Vim
ENJOY!
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But here it is in honor of August and the blues she brings.
It was written by a New York POST writer who brought the sixties to life for the man on the street.
He is also author of the best-selling memoir of his life with "BOB DYLAN AND THE BEATLES."
His name was Al, and he was my friend...
Vim
ENJOY!
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AUGUST BLUES
by
Al Aronowitz
…who passed away on August 1, 2005
at 6:22 in the morning…
Ya made it Al!!!
* * *
August is the month when wars start. It is when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fistfights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do.
World War I started in August, or just about. The Austro-Hungarian Army began bombarding Belgrade on July 29, 1914, not quite August, but then August sometimes begins early. World War II didn't quite start in August either. A German pocket battleship anchored alongside the harbor fortifications while on a good will call to the Polish port of Gdynia let loose with a broadside at dawn of Sept.1, 1939, but then August sometimes lasts for weeks after you've ripped it off the calendar. It drags on and on like some kind of insanity that can only be snapped away by the first crisp shock of autumn.
The sailing ships used to get becalmed in August. August is when dogs go mad. American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated by one of his own subordinates in August. This is the month when the sale of tranquilizers goes up. Corporate executives get their heads chopped off. Groups break up. Organizations fizzle out. August is when you start seeing things. The stars fall in August. You wake to days with the feeling you've already lived through them. People pass out in the street and on airplanes. The moon talks to you. August is the month of visions.
My father died in August. It was years ago. We were all standing around him when he gasped his last breath, emaciated on a bed of cancer. My three sisters and I each kissed him on the face and cried. I do not mean to say that August has cornered the market on tragedy. You can have fun in August; people die all year around. Shall I tell you about the other night in Central Park, the sky lit by a sliver of moon, the weather air-conditioned by the first cool, abortive breath of the fall? August may end early this year.
On the park drive, bikers stood around in knots, talking about good times, holding onto their handlebars like nannies gossiping while little kids tugged at their hands. It was a better place to meet than at some bar. Outside the Schaefer Music Festival at the Wolfman Rink, couples were stretched out on the grass, some on blankets. Others walked hand-in-hand. Bootleggers hawked albums like dealers selling drugs at some pop festival. There were pretzel pushcarts and ices pushcarts and a quiet carnival feeling of the kind of romance you see in pictures of some park in Paris on a gay, colorful night.
Inside the rink, the dusk darkened slowly while Carly Simon sang her hits in her skyscraper voice, as big and strong as her New York City. Backstage, promoter Don Delsener was all dressed up for a Friar's Club meeting. Ron had been hit early by August. The last week in July, one of his security men had been stabbed to death at Ron's Who concert at Forest Hills. A day or so later, one of the backstage crew at Madison Square Garden had fallen to his death while hanging rigging for Ron's Steve Stills show. Ron himself had fallen sick the night of the show, put to bed by an inner ear infection. August is when unexplainable fevers come. Nagging aches and mysterious pains visit your body. August has to be suffered.
The night was gentle. There was no strain. I laughed out loud when David Steinberg told about how God put a fly in Jezebel's head to buzz as a punishment every time she lusted after a man. Jezebel liked the buzzing. The first girl I ever made it with was born in August. We used to break up just in time for her birthday every year. August is when the ocean dizzies you. August is when you find yourself drowning in your own head.
I went broke and lost my house in August some five years ago. It was almost August when Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the University of Texas tower and shot down forty-nine people, killing seventeen, sniping at random through the ramparts. August is when Mount Vesuvius buried Pompeii. The first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in August. August is when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution. Women turn into witches in August. I remember once I refused to buy a flower from an old lady selling them in the Nite Owl on Third Street. I was managing a group called The Myddle Class then, and they were on stage. The old lady gave me dirty look and our sound system immediately went dead.
I suppose it has to do with the sun and the heat and the planets and the stars. Brian Epstein died in August. So did Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, although their August stretched through an Indian summer. It's no accident the Jewish new year begins then. August sometimes lasts until the sound of the ram's horn. People move in September. School starts. Somehow the pulse revives. People begin to think about lighting the fires for winter. Finally, August lets go like the leaves from the trees.
And the weirdness ends.
END
-AL ARONOWITZ*
by
Al Aronowitz
…who passed away on August 1, 2005
at 6:22 in the morning…
Ya made it Al!!!
* * *
August is the month when wars start. It is when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fistfights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do.
World War I started in August, or just about. The Austro-Hungarian Army began bombarding Belgrade on July 29, 1914, not quite August, but then August sometimes begins early. World War II didn't quite start in August either. A German pocket battleship anchored alongside the harbor fortifications while on a good will call to the Polish port of Gdynia let loose with a broadside at dawn of Sept.1, 1939, but then August sometimes lasts for weeks after you've ripped it off the calendar. It drags on and on like some kind of insanity that can only be snapped away by the first crisp shock of autumn.
The sailing ships used to get becalmed in August. August is when dogs go mad. American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated by one of his own subordinates in August. This is the month when the sale of tranquilizers goes up. Corporate executives get their heads chopped off. Groups break up. Organizations fizzle out. August is when you start seeing things. The stars fall in August. You wake to days with the feeling you've already lived through them. People pass out in the street and on airplanes. The moon talks to you. August is the month of visions.
My father died in August. It was years ago. We were all standing around him when he gasped his last breath, emaciated on a bed of cancer. My three sisters and I each kissed him on the face and cried. I do not mean to say that August has cornered the market on tragedy. You can have fun in August; people die all year around. Shall I tell you about the other night in Central Park, the sky lit by a sliver of moon, the weather air-conditioned by the first cool, abortive breath of the fall? August may end early this year.
On the park drive, bikers stood around in knots, talking about good times, holding onto their handlebars like nannies gossiping while little kids tugged at their hands. It was a better place to meet than at some bar. Outside the Schaefer Music Festival at the Wolfman Rink, couples were stretched out on the grass, some on blankets. Others walked hand-in-hand. Bootleggers hawked albums like dealers selling drugs at some pop festival. There were pretzel pushcarts and ices pushcarts and a quiet carnival feeling of the kind of romance you see in pictures of some park in Paris on a gay, colorful night.
Inside the rink, the dusk darkened slowly while Carly Simon sang her hits in her skyscraper voice, as big and strong as her New York City. Backstage, promoter Don Delsener was all dressed up for a Friar's Club meeting. Ron had been hit early by August. The last week in July, one of his security men had been stabbed to death at Ron's Who concert at Forest Hills. A day or so later, one of the backstage crew at Madison Square Garden had fallen to his death while hanging rigging for Ron's Steve Stills show. Ron himself had fallen sick the night of the show, put to bed by an inner ear infection. August is when unexplainable fevers come. Nagging aches and mysterious pains visit your body. August has to be suffered.
The night was gentle. There was no strain. I laughed out loud when David Steinberg told about how God put a fly in Jezebel's head to buzz as a punishment every time she lusted after a man. Jezebel liked the buzzing. The first girl I ever made it with was born in August. We used to break up just in time for her birthday every year. August is when the ocean dizzies you. August is when you find yourself drowning in your own head.
I went broke and lost my house in August some five years ago. It was almost August when Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the University of Texas tower and shot down forty-nine people, killing seventeen, sniping at random through the ramparts. August is when Mount Vesuvius buried Pompeii. The first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in August. August is when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution. Women turn into witches in August. I remember once I refused to buy a flower from an old lady selling them in the Nite Owl on Third Street. I was managing a group called The Myddle Class then, and they were on stage. The old lady gave me dirty look and our sound system immediately went dead.
I suppose it has to do with the sun and the heat and the planets and the stars. Brian Epstein died in August. So did Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, although their August stretched through an Indian summer. It's no accident the Jewish new year begins then. August sometimes lasts until the sound of the ram's horn. People move in September. School starts. Somehow the pulse revives. People begin to think about lighting the fires for winter. Finally, August lets go like the leaves from the trees.
And the weirdness ends.
END
-AL ARONOWITZ*
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Krishnamurti on WAR:
War is the spectacular and bloody projection of our everyday life, is it not? War is merely an outward expression of our inward state, an enlargement of our daily action. It is more spectacular, more bloody, more destructive, but it is the collective result of our individual activities. Therefore, you and I are responsible for war and what can we do to stop it?
Obviously the ever-impending war cannot be stopped by you and me, because it is already in movement; it is already taking place, though at present chiefly on the psychological level. As it is already in movement, it cannot be stopped - the issues are too many, too great, and are already committed.
But you and I, seeing that the house is on fire, can understand the causes of that fire, can go away from it and build in a new place with different materials that are not combustible, that will not produce other wars. That is all that we can do. You and I can see what creates wars, and if we are interested in stopping wars, then we can begin to transform ourselves, who are the causes of war.
An American lady came to see me a couple of years ago, during the war. She said she had lost her son in Italy and that she had another son aged sixteen whom she wanted to save; so we talked the thing over. I suggested to her that to save her son she had to cease to be an American; she had to cease to be greedy, cease piling up wealth, seeking power, domination, and be morally simple - not merely simple in clothes, in outward things, but simple in her thoughts and feelings, in her relationships.
She said, "That is too much. You are asking far too much. I cannot do it, because circumstances are too powerful for me to alter". Therefore she was responsible for the destruction of her son.
Circumstances can be controlled by us, because we have created the circumstances. Society is the product of relationship, of yours and mine together. If we change in our relationship, society changes; merely to rely on legislation, on compulsion, for the transformation of outward society, while remaining inwardly corrupt, while continuing inwardly to seek power, position, domination, is to destroy the outward, however carefully and scientifically built.
That which is inward is always overcoming the outward. What causes war - religious, political or economic? Obviously belief, either in nationalism, in an ideology, or in a particular dogma. If we had no belief but goodwill, love and consideration between us, then there would be no wars.
But we are fed on beliefs, ideas and dogmas and therefore we breed discontent. The present crisis is of an exceptional nature and we as human beings must either pursue the path of constant conflict and continuous wars, which are the result of our everyday action, or else see the causes of war and turn our back upon them.
Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction.
So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders - not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery!
But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank accounts, big or little, and we say, "For God's sake, don't disturb us, leave us alone". The higher up we are, the more we want security, permanency, tranquillity, the more we want to be left alone, to maintain things fixed as they are; but they cannot be maintained as they are, because there is nothing to maintain. Everything is disintegrating. We do not want to face these things, we do not want to face the fact that you and I are responsible for wars.
You and I may talk about peace, have conferences, sit round a table and discuss, but inwardly, psychologically, we want power, posit1on, we are motivated by greed. We intrigue, we are nationalistic, we are bound by beliefs, by dogmas, for which we are willing to die and destroy each other. Do you think such men, you and I, can have peace in the world?
To have peace, we must be peaceful; to live peacefully means not to create antagonism. Peace is not an ideal. To me, an ideal is merely an escape, an avoidance of what is, a contradiction of what is. An ideal prevents direct action upon what is.
To have peace, we will have to love, we will have to begin not to live an ideal life but to see things as they are and act upon them, transform them. As long as each one of us is seeking psychological security, the physiological security we need - food, clothing and shelter - is destroyed. We are seeking psychological security, which does not exist; and we seek it, if we can, through power, through position, through titles, names - all of which is destroying physical security. This is an obvious fact, if you look at it.
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states - greed, envy, ill will and possessiveness.
To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives.
To rely on others is utterly futile; others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.
To put an end to outward war, you must begin to put an end to war in yourself. Some of you will nod your heads and say, "I agree", and go outside and do exactly the same as you have been doing for the last ten or twenty years. Your agreement is merely verbal and has no significance, for the world's miseries and wars are not going to be stopped by your casual assent.
They will be stopped only when you realize the danger, when you realize your responsibility, when you do not leave it to somebody else. If you realize the suffering, if you see the urgency of immediate action and do not postpone, then you will transform yourself; peace will come only when you yourself are peaceful, when you yourself are at peace with your neighbour.
Obviously the ever-impending war cannot be stopped by you and me, because it is already in movement; it is already taking place, though at present chiefly on the psychological level. As it is already in movement, it cannot be stopped - the issues are too many, too great, and are already committed.
But you and I, seeing that the house is on fire, can understand the causes of that fire, can go away from it and build in a new place with different materials that are not combustible, that will not produce other wars. That is all that we can do. You and I can see what creates wars, and if we are interested in stopping wars, then we can begin to transform ourselves, who are the causes of war.
An American lady came to see me a couple of years ago, during the war. She said she had lost her son in Italy and that she had another son aged sixteen whom she wanted to save; so we talked the thing over. I suggested to her that to save her son she had to cease to be an American; she had to cease to be greedy, cease piling up wealth, seeking power, domination, and be morally simple - not merely simple in clothes, in outward things, but simple in her thoughts and feelings, in her relationships.
She said, "That is too much. You are asking far too much. I cannot do it, because circumstances are too powerful for me to alter". Therefore she was responsible for the destruction of her son.
Circumstances can be controlled by us, because we have created the circumstances. Society is the product of relationship, of yours and mine together. If we change in our relationship, society changes; merely to rely on legislation, on compulsion, for the transformation of outward society, while remaining inwardly corrupt, while continuing inwardly to seek power, position, domination, is to destroy the outward, however carefully and scientifically built.
That which is inward is always overcoming the outward. What causes war - religious, political or economic? Obviously belief, either in nationalism, in an ideology, or in a particular dogma. If we had no belief but goodwill, love and consideration between us, then there would be no wars.
But we are fed on beliefs, ideas and dogmas and therefore we breed discontent. The present crisis is of an exceptional nature and we as human beings must either pursue the path of constant conflict and continuous wars, which are the result of our everyday action, or else see the causes of war and turn our back upon them.
Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction.
So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders - not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery!
But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank accounts, big or little, and we say, "For God's sake, don't disturb us, leave us alone". The higher up we are, the more we want security, permanency, tranquillity, the more we want to be left alone, to maintain things fixed as they are; but they cannot be maintained as they are, because there is nothing to maintain. Everything is disintegrating. We do not want to face these things, we do not want to face the fact that you and I are responsible for wars.
You and I may talk about peace, have conferences, sit round a table and discuss, but inwardly, psychologically, we want power, posit1on, we are motivated by greed. We intrigue, we are nationalistic, we are bound by beliefs, by dogmas, for which we are willing to die and destroy each other. Do you think such men, you and I, can have peace in the world?
To have peace, we must be peaceful; to live peacefully means not to create antagonism. Peace is not an ideal. To me, an ideal is merely an escape, an avoidance of what is, a contradiction of what is. An ideal prevents direct action upon what is.
To have peace, we will have to love, we will have to begin not to live an ideal life but to see things as they are and act upon them, transform them. As long as each one of us is seeking psychological security, the physiological security we need - food, clothing and shelter - is destroyed. We are seeking psychological security, which does not exist; and we seek it, if we can, through power, through position, through titles, names - all of which is destroying physical security. This is an obvious fact, if you look at it.
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states - greed, envy, ill will and possessiveness.
To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives.
To rely on others is utterly futile; others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.
To put an end to outward war, you must begin to put an end to war in yourself. Some of you will nod your heads and say, "I agree", and go outside and do exactly the same as you have been doing for the last ten or twenty years. Your agreement is merely verbal and has no significance, for the world's miseries and wars are not going to be stopped by your casual assent.
They will be stopped only when you realize the danger, when you realize your responsibility, when you do not leave it to somebody else. If you realize the suffering, if you see the urgency of immediate action and do not postpone, then you will transform yourself; peace will come only when you yourself are peaceful, when you yourself are at peace with your neighbour.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Discussing / Debating / Arguing Ourselves to Extinction?
Something to "think" about [or should I say, something to make all the gardening go easier!]...
Happy Summer!
Vim
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"There is too much discussion in modern society.
Discussion is not solving our problems – discussion itself has become a problem – a gigantic problem.
A society that does mental work will discuss itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will argue itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will debate itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work can never stop discussions / debates / arguments – it is impossible.
It will discuss / debate / argue till the last moment of it’s existence.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are creations of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are diseases of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / debates / arguments can end only in agriculture-based societies that do physical work.
We cannot do physical-work and mental-work simultaneously.
There is an inverse relationship between physical-work and mental-work.
If one is high [more] the other has got to be low [less]
If we want to do physical work we have to reduce mental activity by the same proportion.
If we want to do mental work we have to reduce physical activity by the same proportion.
There is very little discussion / debate / argument in societies that do physical work - ie, agriculture-based societies - And this is the reason why they are millions of times saner than industrial societies."
Happy Summer!
Vim
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"There is too much discussion in modern society.
Discussion is not solving our problems – discussion itself has become a problem – a gigantic problem.
A society that does mental work will discuss itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will argue itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will debate itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work can never stop discussions / debates / arguments – it is impossible.
It will discuss / debate / argue till the last moment of it’s existence.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are creations of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are diseases of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / debates / arguments can end only in agriculture-based societies that do physical work.
We cannot do physical-work and mental-work simultaneously.
There is an inverse relationship between physical-work and mental-work.
If one is high [more] the other has got to be low [less]
If we want to do physical work we have to reduce mental activity by the same proportion.
If we want to do mental work we have to reduce physical activity by the same proportion.
There is very little discussion / debate / argument in societies that do physical work - ie, agriculture-based societies - And this is the reason why they are millions of times saner than industrial societies."
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Life in the Holodeck...
I have observed that things only have meaning when I give them meaning. There is no inherent meaning in anything. There is no task. No duty. No goal. Everything just is. I play with it however I choose to play. I can play victim… or victimizer… or victim-free. Saved... lost... or salvation-free. It is a pathless land. No authorities except those I choose to create. No walls. No bars. No chains. Just movement. Freedom.
The dark things like murder exist because the awareness of that freedom is dimmed. People fight to get out of holes they think they are in but are not. Nothing is around us except what we focus on or choose to see. We can play our lives however we choose to. We can make ourselves miserable. We can surround ourselves with disappointments… with pain… with sufferings. We might even find a way to soar.
When we get overwhelmed it pays to step back and observe the whole circus that lies before us and within us. All the constructs and mental gymnastics we go through to manipulate the outcomes. All the situations we drawn to ourselves. All the patterns and cycles we run through and refuse to SEE, let alone release. We are master puppeteers. All of us. Our refusal to look and see this about ourselves is perhaps the greatest trick of all.
Make a list of all the little tricks we play. You will notice the absurdity of much of it, but stay free of judgment. This is life in the Holodeck. Nothing is real. Not even the games we play. It CAN be quite entertaining once the real reality sets in. It can free up a lot of our overly-serious energy and make life a whole lot easier… Thank-you, Gipetto.
The dark things like murder exist because the awareness of that freedom is dimmed. People fight to get out of holes they think they are in but are not. Nothing is around us except what we focus on or choose to see. We can play our lives however we choose to. We can make ourselves miserable. We can surround ourselves with disappointments… with pain… with sufferings. We might even find a way to soar.
When we get overwhelmed it pays to step back and observe the whole circus that lies before us and within us. All the constructs and mental gymnastics we go through to manipulate the outcomes. All the situations we drawn to ourselves. All the patterns and cycles we run through and refuse to SEE, let alone release. We are master puppeteers. All of us. Our refusal to look and see this about ourselves is perhaps the greatest trick of all.
Make a list of all the little tricks we play. You will notice the absurdity of much of it, but stay free of judgment. This is life in the Holodeck. Nothing is real. Not even the games we play. It CAN be quite entertaining once the real reality sets in. It can free up a lot of our overly-serious energy and make life a whole lot easier… Thank-you, Gipetto.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
May Day Gamma Ray Burst: Message from Cygnus...
SWIFT detected a Gamma Ray Burst this morning at 4:44a.m.EST.
Here is the link for the basic information:
Today's Gamma Ray Burst
The points of origin of these bursts always fascinates me, especially the mythic origins. Nothing happens randomly. We have many ways of getting our own attention. So I stop to ponder and here's what I see.
GRB060501A originated within the constellation Cygnus. Cygnus is the Swan. It is also referred to as the Northern Cross. Basic info on Cygnus is at this link among others:
Cygnus
The most fascinating connection I'm making regards lyrics of two songs/epics by the band Rush.
Here's a summary:
In the constellation of Cygnus lies a mysterious black hole that is simply titled "Cygnus X-1". An explorer aboard the ship "Rocinante" is curious about the black hole as it draws him in ("The x-ray is her siren song..."). Eventually, the pull of gravity is too great, and the explorer is sucked into a mysterious land.The traveler finds himself in a world caught up in the struggle between Heart and Mind. The logical thinkers are led by Apollo and the emotional people are ruled by Dionysus. Apollo has his people build cities and explore the depths of science and knowledge, but Dionysus lures many of them into the "forests" and provides love, which many felt that Apollo's society was missing.
Civil war breaks out as the two different ways of life clash. This leads up to the point where the Rocinante spins through the black hole of Cygnus X-1 and into this mysterious land. When the explorer (now referred to as a "God") enters the land, he notices the fighting and becomes upset. At this point, the explorer has become invisible with no physical mass at all. Troubled by all the fighting, the "spirit" of the lost hero lets out a silent scream, which is felt by the warriors. This causes the people to cease their struggle and unite together. The explorer is regarded as a hero, and is deemed "Cygnus, the God of Balance" for his arrival that brought the two sides together.
Although the storyline revolves around this science fiction world, it uses Greek mythology to explain the double meaning. Cygnus X-1 is primarily about the discovery of two conflicting ways of life, and two vastly different ways in which the human mind thinks (logic and emotion are separated into separate sides, or hemispheres, of the brain). The balance point (Cygnus) allows the mind to think with some logic and emotion at the same time, allowing people to be analytical, but not unemotional.
SOURCE
Here are the finale lyrics:
"I have memory and awareness,
But I have no shape or form.
As a disembodied spirit,
I am dead and yet unborn.
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old,
To the city of Immortals,
Marble white and purest gold.
I see the gods in battle rage on high,
Thunderbolts across the sky.
I cannot move, I cannot hide,
I feel a silent scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased.
A stillness fell, of sound and peace.
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was atonished;
Dionysus thought me mad.
But they heard my story further,
And they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear,
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres.
They sat a while in silence,
Then they turned at last to me.
"We will call you Cygnus,
The god of Balance you shall be."
---RUSH
My conclusions are always morphing, but it seems that the "God of Balance" has sent a message of sorts. May Day is traditionally a day of conflict between established forces and the common man, kings and peasants, clergy and parishoner, newcomers and native populations...Mind and Heart. Today isn't much different. Perhaps the Swan's energy calls us to awake, to reconsider, to seek the balance. Even the time of the burst begs consideration... 4:44am. I don't really know... you will have to decide these things as we all do.
Just wanted to put this out as it came to me...Would also like to hear your thoughts...
Vim
Here is the link for the basic information:
Today's Gamma Ray Burst
The points of origin of these bursts always fascinates me, especially the mythic origins. Nothing happens randomly. We have many ways of getting our own attention. So I stop to ponder and here's what I see.
GRB060501A originated within the constellation Cygnus. Cygnus is the Swan. It is also referred to as the Northern Cross. Basic info on Cygnus is at this link among others:
Cygnus
The most fascinating connection I'm making regards lyrics of two songs/epics by the band Rush.
Here's a summary:
In the constellation of Cygnus lies a mysterious black hole that is simply titled "Cygnus X-1". An explorer aboard the ship "Rocinante" is curious about the black hole as it draws him in ("The x-ray is her siren song..."). Eventually, the pull of gravity is too great, and the explorer is sucked into a mysterious land.The traveler finds himself in a world caught up in the struggle between Heart and Mind. The logical thinkers are led by Apollo and the emotional people are ruled by Dionysus. Apollo has his people build cities and explore the depths of science and knowledge, but Dionysus lures many of them into the "forests" and provides love, which many felt that Apollo's society was missing.
Civil war breaks out as the two different ways of life clash. This leads up to the point where the Rocinante spins through the black hole of Cygnus X-1 and into this mysterious land. When the explorer (now referred to as a "God") enters the land, he notices the fighting and becomes upset. At this point, the explorer has become invisible with no physical mass at all. Troubled by all the fighting, the "spirit" of the lost hero lets out a silent scream, which is felt by the warriors. This causes the people to cease their struggle and unite together. The explorer is regarded as a hero, and is deemed "Cygnus, the God of Balance" for his arrival that brought the two sides together.
Although the storyline revolves around this science fiction world, it uses Greek mythology to explain the double meaning. Cygnus X-1 is primarily about the discovery of two conflicting ways of life, and two vastly different ways in which the human mind thinks (logic and emotion are separated into separate sides, or hemispheres, of the brain). The balance point (Cygnus) allows the mind to think with some logic and emotion at the same time, allowing people to be analytical, but not unemotional.
SOURCE
Here are the finale lyrics:
"I have memory and awareness,
But I have no shape or form.
As a disembodied spirit,
I am dead and yet unborn.
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old,
To the city of Immortals,
Marble white and purest gold.
I see the gods in battle rage on high,
Thunderbolts across the sky.
I cannot move, I cannot hide,
I feel a silent scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased.
A stillness fell, of sound and peace.
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was atonished;
Dionysus thought me mad.
But they heard my story further,
And they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear,
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres.
They sat a while in silence,
Then they turned at last to me.
"We will call you Cygnus,
The god of Balance you shall be."
---RUSH
My conclusions are always morphing, but it seems that the "God of Balance" has sent a message of sorts. May Day is traditionally a day of conflict between established forces and the common man, kings and peasants, clergy and parishoner, newcomers and native populations...Mind and Heart. Today isn't much different. Perhaps the Swan's energy calls us to awake, to reconsider, to seek the balance. Even the time of the burst begs consideration... 4:44am. I don't really know... you will have to decide these things as we all do.
Just wanted to put this out as it came to me...Would also like to hear your thoughts...
Vim
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Forget Being An American... It'll Help...
"Through nationalism you can never come to human unity, to world unity. By your beliefs, ideals, prejudices, the unity of man is ever being broken up. There must be organized planning for the well being of man, and that can be brought about only when nationalism and class distinction, with their exploitation, no longer exist. If you really felt for the whole of mankind, you would then see the immense necessity for a complete human action, which can come about only when you cease to talk in terms of nationalities, of classes, of religions."
-Jiddu Krishnamurti
-Jiddu Krishnamurti
Friday, April 28, 2006
LEONARD PELTIER: LET HIS SPIRIT FLY FREE...
THE GRAND FORKS HERALD reports that Leonard Peltier has lost yet another appeal in his murder case of two Federal agents at Pine Ridge Reservation in 1975...
No surprises here. Would you set someone up and then let them off the hook? I know... all stories have many sides. Maybe he DID do it, but probably not... Do the facts matter? Somehow, I hope there is a parallel universe where people like Leonard Peltier are free and offering the gifts of wisdom their situations have given them. In that parallel universe, every sneaky history re-write from Pearl Harbor to Waco to 911 is out and obvious to all... and with the awareness of those stories, some sort of bizarre grace sets in, so that revenge never crosses anyone's mind. In that universe, folks UNDERSTAND TheDesperate and why they do what they do... they understand AND they say "enough". It is a place of the WideAwake... and everything's OK. Hey I can dream can't I...???
Vim
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BISMARCK, N.D. - The government had the right to prosecute American Indian activist Leonard Peltier for crimes that occurred on a South Dakota reservation, a federal appeals court has ruled.
Peltier is serving two consecutive life sentences for the deaths of two FBI agents during a 1975 standoff near Oglala, S.D., on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. He has filed numerous appeals since he was convicted by a jury in Fargo in 1977.
In the latest appeal, Peltier and his lawyers argued that federal courts have no jurisdiction over Indian land.
No surprises here. Would you set someone up and then let them off the hook? I know... all stories have many sides. Maybe he DID do it, but probably not... Do the facts matter? Somehow, I hope there is a parallel universe where people like Leonard Peltier are free and offering the gifts of wisdom their situations have given them. In that parallel universe, every sneaky history re-write from Pearl Harbor to Waco to 911 is out and obvious to all... and with the awareness of those stories, some sort of bizarre grace sets in, so that revenge never crosses anyone's mind. In that universe, folks UNDERSTAND TheDesperate and why they do what they do... they understand AND they say "enough". It is a place of the WideAwake... and everything's OK. Hey I can dream can't I...???
Vim
---QUOTE---
BISMARCK, N.D. - The government had the right to prosecute American Indian activist Leonard Peltier for crimes that occurred on a South Dakota reservation, a federal appeals court has ruled.
Peltier is serving two consecutive life sentences for the deaths of two FBI agents during a 1975 standoff near Oglala, S.D., on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. He has filed numerous appeals since he was convicted by a jury in Fargo in 1977.
In the latest appeal, Peltier and his lawyers argued that federal courts have no jurisdiction over Indian land.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
The Immigration Psy-Op... FWIW...
This is in response to the post by mailbag at RMN entitled: EMAIL FROM AMERICAN WHO LIVED & WORKED IN MEXICO-UNBELIEVABLE
Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...
I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...
How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...
This is all very sad...
Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...
Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...
Some things I think I think,
Vim
Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...
I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...
How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...
This is all very sad...
Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...
Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...
Some things I think I think,
Vim
Some Thoughts on the Immigration Thing...
This is in response to the post by mailbag at RMN entitled: EMAIL FROM AMERICAN WHO LIVED & WORKED IN MEXICO-UNBELIEVABLE
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Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...
I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...
How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...
This is all very sad...
Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...
Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...
Some things I think I think,
Vim
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Are you suggesting that you approve of this kind of scrutiny and the bribery and the jumping through hoops necessary just to make a living across an artificial "border?" Or is this sour grapes... I have to suffer, let "them" suffer too...
I am wondering if in the long run, all of this is pointless. If indeed this whole immigration "problem" is merely thrown out as a distraction from what is happening in Iran, etc., then every ounce of breath we give it contributes to "their" successful distraction attempts...
How much of what we THINK is important, actually IS important? How many of the thoughts we think are OUR thoughts, OUR concerns? Why didn't we fuss over immigration a year ago??? When did we get so hooked on it? How many of us are all of a sudden screaming "spic" at the TV news broadcasts... I know some are, for I have heard it...
This is all very sad...
Our "loyalties" may be our greatest addiction and the biggest hindrance to the solutions we claim to seek...
Perhaps we ARE our own worst enemies...
Some things I think I think,
Vim
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Ode to a TV News Anchor...
I'll apologize for this before I even get started. I wrote this awhile back after watching David Johnson anchor the evening news on a Pittsburgh TV station. It made me wonder how a person ends up reporting news. It also made me realize that all news IS bad news. Doesn't he get tired of all the blood and gore and the dark side of humanity? The underbelly of the city? Are news anchors born with a rush that must be maintained?
This is partly auto-biographical too, because my earliest memory ofthe 11 o'clock news show was on Friday nights that I stayed overnight with my grandmother. She's the one who gave me Johnny Carson, too. Three cheers for comic relief. I don't watch news shows anymore. There's enough fear and adrenaline for the predators without my contribution. Anyways, this is what it is. Take what you will from it... And remember... Good news DOES happen, even if ya have to look for it...
Vim
ODE TO A TV NEWS ANCHOR
Johnny was a baby
Not so long ago
Babblin’ and smilin’
Grabbin’ at his toes
In total isolation
Wallowing in bliss
Never realizing
The news he daily missed
No one thought to tell him who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain't any good news anymore
Johnny’s world got bigger
At Grandma’s Friday nights
News show at 11
Faces big as life
His little heart a pounding
As sirens pierced the night
And Grandma’s snowy TV screen
Brought the world to life
Listen
And they’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore
Now he’s off to college
Pencil on his ear
Tablet in his pocket
He’s got a new career
Suzie won the contest
Panthers won the game
None of that for Johnny
Borders on insane
Listen
And he’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore
Now he’s hit the big time
Wears a suit and tie
Sitting oh so pretty makes me wanna cry
Shuffling his papers
Ever in the know
Cuz Johnny’s now the Anchor
On his own TV news show
Listen
And he’ll tell you who was
Killed and arrested
Killed and arrested
There ain’t any good news anymore
Monday, April 10, 2006
Our Two Most Important Investments...
I cannot remember who wrote this or said this. It has been many, many years since I heard it. But when asked what the most important investments are that a person can make in light of the coming changes and economic instability, the answer that was given was this:
The two most important investments a person can make are:
1.) KNOWLEDGE
2.) TOOLS
Learn how to DO things. And buy the tools you need to do them. Not everyone can buy silver. Not everyone has cash on hand for gold. But when plumbing goes bad, the man or woman who can fix a leak will be the millionaire. We will be bartering for services some day... probably sooner than later. But if we KNOW things, like how to grow medicine, bake bread from scratch or how to fix a car engine, then we will have something valuable to trade.
It isn't only about precious metals, although by all means, go that route if you can... But it is also about learning a new way of functioning in smaller networks. Make a list of everything you know how to do. Make a list of the tools you have to do it with. Buy what you need while you can. And then be willing and ready to offer what you have to the people around you.
And above all, don't panic. All the elements are present. They will rearrange a bit and then proceed. We are all important cogs in the new wheel... remember that!
Yours,
Vim
The two most important investments a person can make are:
1.) KNOWLEDGE
2.) TOOLS
Learn how to DO things. And buy the tools you need to do them. Not everyone can buy silver. Not everyone has cash on hand for gold. But when plumbing goes bad, the man or woman who can fix a leak will be the millionaire. We will be bartering for services some day... probably sooner than later. But if we KNOW things, like how to grow medicine, bake bread from scratch or how to fix a car engine, then we will have something valuable to trade.
It isn't only about precious metals, although by all means, go that route if you can... But it is also about learning a new way of functioning in smaller networks. Make a list of everything you know how to do. Make a list of the tools you have to do it with. Buy what you need while you can. And then be willing and ready to offer what you have to the people around you.
And above all, don't panic. All the elements are present. They will rearrange a bit and then proceed. We are all important cogs in the new wheel... remember that!
Yours,
Vim
Friday, April 07, 2006
Read It Here! Gospel of Judas...
I grew up in a religious tradition that insisted the Bible to be totally inspired and complete. I often doubted it. And asked of those supposedly 'in the know,' "but what if more scriptures are discovered, and they say something different?" I was assured it would never happen... all that being said with the Nag Hammadi lying around being translated/published as we spoke. And now the Gospel of Judas surfaces. I'm delighted! I'm sure my professor is mortified... Oh well. Bring on the gospels.
For a full treatment of the Gospel of Judas with some great links, check out Michael St.Clair's post over at RumorMillNews... Here's the link...
SPIRITUAL THRILLER: TRUE JUDAS GOSPEL PUBLISHED
To read the text of the gospel, click the link below. Here's how it all begins...
Enjoy... or not.
You choose,
Vim
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THE GOSPEL OF JUDAS
Translated by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst, in collaboration with François Gaudard
From The Gospel of Judas
Edited by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst
Published in book form complete with commentary by The National Geographic Society.
Copyright (c) 2006 by The National Geographic Society.
All rights reserved. No part of this translation may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the National Geographic Society.
INTRODUCTION: INCIPIT
The secret account of the revelation that Jesus spoke in conversation with Judas Iscariot during a week three days before he celebrated Passover.
THE EARTHLY MINISTRY OF JESUS
When Jesus appeared on earth, he performed miracles and great wonders for the salvation of humanity. And since some [walked] in the way of righteousness while others walked in their transgressions, the twelve disciples were called.
For a full treatment of the Gospel of Judas with some great links, check out Michael St.Clair's post over at RumorMillNews... Here's the link...
SPIRITUAL THRILLER: TRUE JUDAS GOSPEL PUBLISHED
To read the text of the gospel, click the link below. Here's how it all begins...
Enjoy... or not.
You choose,
Vim
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THE GOSPEL OF JUDAS
Translated by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst, in collaboration with François Gaudard
From The Gospel of Judas
Edited by Rodolphe Kasser, Marvin Meyer, and Gregor Wurst
Published in book form complete with commentary by The National Geographic Society.
Copyright (c) 2006 by The National Geographic Society.
All rights reserved. No part of this translation may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, without permission in writing from the National Geographic Society.
INTRODUCTION: INCIPIT
The secret account of the revelation that Jesus spoke in conversation with Judas Iscariot during a week three days before he celebrated Passover.
THE EARTHLY MINISTRY OF JESUS
When Jesus appeared on earth, he performed miracles and great wonders for the salvation of humanity. And since some [walked] in the way of righteousness while others walked in their transgressions, the twelve disciples were called.
He began to speak with them about the mysteries beyond the world and what would take place at the end. Often he did not appear to his disciples as himself, but he was found among them as a child.
SCENE 1: Jesus dialogues with his disciples: The prayer of thanksgiving or the eucharist
One day he was with his disciples in Judea, and he found them gathered together and seated in pious observance. When he [approached] his disciples, [34] gathered together and seated and offering a prayer of thanksgiving over the bread, [he] laughed.
The disciples said to [him], “Master, why are you laughing at [our] prayer of thanksgiving? We have done what is right.”
He answered and said to them, “I am not laughing at you.
They said, “Master, you are […] the son of our god.”
Jesus said to them, “How do you know me? Truly [I] say to you, no generation of the people that are among you will know me.”
Thoughts on "The Enemy"...
The average Joe Citizen believes Arabs are the enemy…we are fighting for freedom.
The enlightened citizen believes Bush/Cheney are the enemy…we are fighting for oil.
The really enlightened believe the reptilian ETs are the enemy… we are fighting for star gates.
The liberated know that they themselves are the enemy… and are no longer fighting at all.
The enlightened citizen believes Bush/Cheney are the enemy…we are fighting for oil.
The really enlightened believe the reptilian ETs are the enemy… we are fighting for star gates.
The liberated know that they themselves are the enemy… and are no longer fighting at all.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Some Things I Wanna Know...
When did God become a Republican?
When did the USA become the Kingdom of God?
When did a person's opinion of Bill Riley become the standard by which a person's love for God is measured?
When did God start hating Arabs?
When did they become "the devil?"
When did it become a just thing, to consider nuking Iraq and enslaving the Arab world.
When did Jesus's followers become so starved for blood?
How gallantly we "wave the banners of God while weilding the weapons of hell."
And WHY?
Why do we NEED to WIN?
Why are we so obsessed with exterior "purity?"
What do we hope to gain by obliterating our "enemies?"
Isn't the real enemy within? ...our own hatreds? ...our own fears? ...our own failures and insecurities?
We can kill off the entire population of the planet and still never come close to the truth of our pathetic selves...
We hold the key to peace in the palm of our hand...
When did the USA become the Kingdom of God?
When did a person's opinion of Bill Riley become the standard by which a person's love for God is measured?
When did God start hating Arabs?
When did they become "the devil?"
When did it become a just thing, to consider nuking Iraq and enslaving the Arab world.
When did Jesus's followers become so starved for blood?
How gallantly we "wave the banners of God while weilding the weapons of hell."
And WHY?
Why do we NEED to WIN?
Why are we so obsessed with exterior "purity?"
What do we hope to gain by obliterating our "enemies?"
Isn't the real enemy within? ...our own hatreds? ...our own fears? ...our own failures and insecurities?
We can kill off the entire population of the planet and still never come close to the truth of our pathetic selves...
We hold the key to peace in the palm of our hand...
...if we want it...
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God...
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God...
COUNTDOWN: Only Ten More Days...
Only ten more days til one of the surest things in life...at least for the moment. Times change.
Sing it George...
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TAXMAN
by
George Harrison
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for (ha ha Mr. Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more (ha ha Mr. Heath)
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.
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Bits o' this 'n' that about Taxman:
--George Harrison wrote this. The music was inspired by the theme song for the popular 1960s TV series Batman. George loved the show. (thanks, Brett - Edmonton, Canada)
--This is a bitter song about how much money The Beatles were paying in taxes. People with high earnings pay exorbitant taxes in England. Many successful entertainers leave the country so they can keep more of their money. As a result, The Beatles - as well as The Who and The Rolling Stones - spent a lot of time in America and other parts of Europe as "tax exiles."
--Harrison: "Taxman was when I first realized that even though we had started earning money, we were actually giving most of it away in taxes."
--"Mr. Wilson" and "Mr. Heath" are mentioned in the lyrics. They are British Prime Ministers Harold Wilson and Edward Heath, who were being scorned in the song for contributing to English tax laws.
THOT: We feed the beast, we can starve it, eh?
TAXMAN
Sing it George...
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TAXMAN
by
George Harrison
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you, nineteen for me
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I'll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
Don't ask me what I want it for (ha ha Mr. Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more (ha ha Mr. Heath)
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
And you're working for no one but me.
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Bits o' this 'n' that about Taxman:
--George Harrison wrote this. The music was inspired by the theme song for the popular 1960s TV series Batman. George loved the show. (thanks, Brett - Edmonton, Canada)
--This is a bitter song about how much money The Beatles were paying in taxes. People with high earnings pay exorbitant taxes in England. Many successful entertainers leave the country so they can keep more of their money. As a result, The Beatles - as well as The Who and The Rolling Stones - spent a lot of time in America and other parts of Europe as "tax exiles."
--Harrison: "Taxman was when I first realized that even though we had started earning money, we were actually giving most of it away in taxes."
--"Mr. Wilson" and "Mr. Heath" are mentioned in the lyrics. They are British Prime Ministers Harold Wilson and Edward Heath, who were being scorned in the song for contributing to English tax laws.
THOT: We feed the beast, we can starve it, eh?
TAXMANMonday, April 03, 2006
Bob Dylan & A Possible UFO Connection...
OK...take it or leave it... There are some who read here who know what this article is talking about first-hand, either by experience or observation. Dylan himself says he does not know how some of these tunes/lyrics came to him. This article mentions "The Band" too. I have spent some time with their drummer Levon Helm and he is otherworldly for sure. Read and see what you think... anything's possible:
---MORE AT LINK---There have been innumerable attempts to see past the artistic guise of Bob Dylan's lyrics and poetry to what underlies his genius-what the actual creative process is that results in Dylan's lyrical outpouring and what the bedrock of inspiration is that he seems to have drawn on so effortlessly for more than 30 years.
I am here to suggest an explanation that has, to my knowledge, never been previously offered-UFO contact. I base this on a fairly rigorous study of UFO interaction with humans and a listener's fascination with Bob Dylan that I began as a 12-year-old in 1970.
Let me first give some background...
Thursday, March 30, 2006
For the Odd and the Thwarted: You May Be "Indigo"
There is light in this world. If you were born in the 60's - 80's [or slightly before or after], and feel like you've always been the oddball on the planet, you may be what is called "Indigo". Harships you have experienced may be part of a Dark Agenda to keep you de-activated. The website posted below offers a list of characteristics that you may be familiar with... I am posting this here as an exercise in empowerment. To know who and how we are, gives us focus and perhaps will serve to activate us into the best purpose/life we can offer in these changing times.
Vim
---EXCERPT---
These are some of the qualities and challenges that First Wave Indigos experience. Most Indigos can relate to at least 90% of this list:
~ Were born en masse between 1969 and 1987 (With stragglers before and after).
~ Highly intelligent in their "Own Way."
~ Are literally "wired differently" than other people.
~ Many have strong or unusual Psychic and Telekinetic abilities.
~ Have extraordinary levels of compassion.
~ Can relate well to children and or the elderly.
~ Many times get along better with animals and nature than people.
~ Have a bond/connection to the trees, and nature in general.
~ Creative, inventive, and very intuitive.
~ Involve themselves in human/animal rights efforts.
~ Have an innate sense of "oneness" and connectedness to all of creation. Get confused and disturbed when others don't share their reality of "at-one-ment."
~ High capacity for love, and therefore others may feel uncomfortable by their intensity.
~[LIST CONTINUES AT LINK]
~One trademark that a high % of First Wave Indigos have, is living through extreme hardships as children, teenagers, and young adults. Many were born into family situations that were physically, emotionally, spiritually and psychically abusive. These Indigos had to figure out how to balance and keep their inherent integrity levels, while being subjected to painful and life shattering experiences. A large % were inplanted in such horrendous situations as: organized crime, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and even ritual/cult abuse & mind control. It is also common for First Wave Indigos to have some kind of Alien encounters.
[There seems to be a Dark Agenda on this planet to keep Indigos from waking up and taking on the mantle of power they have inside. That is why so many Indigos have been sucked into such harsh and debilitating environments. The dichotomy is, that Indigos innately know that in order to transform the corruption, pollution, and dysfunction on this planet, you have to go inside to the core or mind of the system to know how it operates and thus how to change, alter and bust that system. Indigos came here to bring order and balance back to a planet in chaos…..and headed for distraction. I believe that Indigos are the 5th element that has come as part of "The Cosmic Clean-up Crew" to rid the planet of corrupted consciousness and physical/energetic diseases that are imprisoning, destroying and mutating all life forms here! ]
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These are some of the qualities and challenges that First Wave Indigos experience. Most Indigos can relate to at least 90% of this list:
~ Were born en masse between 1969 and 1987 (With stragglers before and after).
~ Highly intelligent in their "Own Way."
~ Are literally "wired differently" than other people.
~ Many have strong or unusual Psychic and Telekinetic abilities.
~ Have extraordinary levels of compassion.
~ Can relate well to children and or the elderly.
~ Many times get along better with animals and nature than people.
~ Have a bond/connection to the trees, and nature in general.
~ Creative, inventive, and very intuitive.
~ Involve themselves in human/animal rights efforts.
~ Have an innate sense of "oneness" and connectedness to all of creation. Get confused and disturbed when others don't share their reality of "at-one-ment."
~ High capacity for love, and therefore others may feel uncomfortable by their intensity.
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~One trademark that a high % of First Wave Indigos have, is living through extreme hardships as children, teenagers, and young adults. Many were born into family situations that were physically, emotionally, spiritually and psychically abusive. These Indigos had to figure out how to balance and keep their inherent integrity levels, while being subjected to painful and life shattering experiences. A large % were inplanted in such horrendous situations as: organized crime, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and even ritual/cult abuse & mind control. It is also common for First Wave Indigos to have some kind of Alien encounters.
[There seems to be a Dark Agenda on this planet to keep Indigos from waking up and taking on the mantle of power they have inside. That is why so many Indigos have been sucked into such harsh and debilitating environments. The dichotomy is, that Indigos innately know that in order to transform the corruption, pollution, and dysfunction on this planet, you have to go inside to the core or mind of the system to know how it operates and thus how to change, alter and bust that system. Indigos came here to bring order and balance back to a planet in chaos…..and headed for distraction. I believe that Indigos are the 5th element that has come as part of "The Cosmic Clean-up Crew" to rid the planet of corrupted consciousness and physical/energetic diseases that are imprisoning, destroying and mutating all life forms here! ]
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