Loving That Thing Called 'Me'

Do you love your country? I suppose that in certain parts of the world loving one’s country is considered a duty and if not subscribed to then the weight of authority tends to come crashing down upon one’s person. There are repercussions just like not rooting for the ‘home’ team. Nothing like a good game of sports to occupy the occupier. Do you love your church? This is an even more fervent view of just where one stands in contrast to acceptable lines of social thought which of course must be taken to heart. Just imagine the horror of seeking enlightenment through the doorway of restriction. In narrow mindedness all sorts of plagues upon Man have come to pass…

Surviving The Maelstrom* Called 'Me'

The question is - can it be survived? And the answer is, of course, no…

revisedA Candle In The Darkness

I saw the following, printed on a black T-shirt: ..

Poker At The OK Corral

Creeping in the back alleys along the line of shadow and light gremlins dart to and fro gleefully playing in impish delight. Welcome to the backwater called planet Earth…

The Force of Change II

All civilizations come and go. There is just no way around this clearly defined and explicit rule of Man and in each incarnation civilization provides for specific nodes of meaning. For each there is a reason - for both group and individual. Man’s progression requires subtle reorientation as forceful change creates the Beast which then must be tamed before moving on. Upon this Earth the Beast reigns supreme and as it extends it’s expression deep into the depths of Man realization begins to take root that not all is well in the mind of Man. Unfortunately in welcoming the Beast there is always a ton of baggage which mysteriously arrives at one’s doorstep just a short while later. Whispering stories of old we become enamored of the unrestrained glory and beg for more acting out upon the world what can plainly be seen as dementia. Being none-the-wiser we fall into the depths of a hell which we create for ourselves and such a hell it is as our creations are grand!. But do we conceive the notion that something…

In the Embrace of Man

The days of interlude have come and gone and in this termination we find that the undercurrent of withheld expression is coming to the fore with a force to be reckoned with. It is not a force of consequence nor regret but of a coming to terms with what is. This undercurrent, as with any consequential timeline, precedes the days of interlude where taking a back seat is looked upon as being very prim and proper and a role fit for innocent by-standers but can we really say or see that there is such a thing as innocence? This Universe is like a hand that is fit for a glove. All the parts meet and greet in a unified result declaring in one solid voice “I live!” Though the tree contains many leaves the basis remains firmly rooted in perpetuity - until some man comes along and decides something must be done about all that in which case cause and effect are created to full effect. Besides the typical biological agents injected in Man the Earth and Heavens have been moved so as to allow elbow room in the…

Coming Face-to-Face With One's Self

Facing one’s self is another way of looking in the mirror of Life and Living and coming away with a new respect for what is. All that we see is what we see, no more and no less and when we become enamored with our perspective we glorify ourselves and in so doing we purposefully lose sight of what we really are. As we gaze upon the waters at our reflection - we fall in. Becoming full of ourselves we relish the opportunity to let loose upon the world everything that we are. But in this shadow play the real cannot be supplanted and try as we might our enormous efforts of becoming eventually give way and our state of mind returns to it’s previous state. Out of the maelstrom of our desire we tread the path of Life and Living and reap every single drop of it’s rewards - whether we like it or not. It’s such a strange twist of fate to look at the looking, to see how it is that we see, examining the actions we take in bringing the world, large and small, to life. And in order to do so we must step back from…

Killer Klowns: It Came From Outer Space

Last year I suppose I must have been bored at one point in order to produce the “Killer Klowns: It Came From Outer Space” entry. It was fun for a bit and then I left it never to return. I still haven’t returned to it but figured maybe someone would enjoy the moment. So, there it is. ..

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