Here we go, the curtain is rising again.
What will the show be this time? Only
time and my Muse knows for sure.
Really, reality is pretty good right now.
I don’t need to get high. I do it for
humanity, not that it pays attention
much right now to other than the sideshow
that consumes most people’s minds in the
current chaostrophy. I’ll take a shower soon
because high is always better when the body
is clean. There, that’s better. A little patchouli
to top it off. Perfection was never like this.
Are you still looking for that, perfection?
I could tell you where to find it but you
wouldn’t believe me. Some already know.
It’s been around since the Buddha, who
was the end product of human evolution.
People have used his teachings to self-evolve
ever since. I know. I’m one of them. And yes,
since you ask, there are intelligent beings
throughout the universe. There are minds
with no bodies that are as vast as space.
It’s possible to communicate with them.
The Gnostics did, which is why the
Church eradicated them.
“Nothing scares people more than
the possibility of freedom.”
Robert Anton Wilson Music has
charm to sooth the savage beast.
Music saved my life before I
discovered meditation.
Buddha said that language is
the least effective form of
communication. If you see the
truth, words aren’t necessary.
Totalitarians use language to
confuse, which is so obvious now.
Every ruler should have a “Fool”,
one who can speak the uncomfortable
truth, the opposite of a “Yes” man.
I think I’m having a conversation with
Elon Musk on X. Maybe it isn’t him,
but anyway it’s a great conversation with
whomever. “Have you heard about my
investment opportunities? “ always seems
to come up with him, whether it’s him
or not. Oh well, I hope he works for Trump
and has his ear.
Now then, on to something else, but what?
A pleasant experience continues. I’ve gotten
all I’m going to get out of psychedelics.
Ecstasy is the only one I’ll occasionally do.
It’s somewhat refreshing, turns the mind a
little to the left, whatever that means. Just
a beautiful day. I wish all sentient beings
could live in my mind for just a little while.
I could take care of them there. Actually,
I do anyway because that’s the only job
I’ll ever have in all my lives. It’s the thread
that makes sense of the discontinuity. It’s why
you knew you wanted to become a ballerina
when you were two. One thing my mother said
on her deathbed that as a girl she wanted to
travel to Tibet. A Tibetan enlightened guy
liberated her mind just before she died, so,
I guess she knew something way back then.
If enlightenment wasn’t an awakening of the
senses, it would be senseless, like religions.
The uncertainty is where we can learn
something. Pretty sure about that.
I used to be a teacher of meditation.
Now, this is the only venue I have
for much of anything.
I never wanted to be a guru. In that,
I’ve succeeded admirably. It’s better
to get nothing at all than something bad.
All that’s stuck in my mind are some
quotations I remember. I’m glad I have
them because they’re beautiful and some
good jokes. A few Captain Beefheart
a capella songs he sang, sung poems
really. He was a great poet. Lots of the
great poets, after the fifties, were singers
of different genres, because that’s where
the money was. They were the truth tellers
the Elizabethan “Fools” of our age. The
ones that told the truths that people could
hear and sing along. Fantastic. Bob Dylan
definitely contributed to my awakening.
Joanie Mitchel too. She met Trungpa and
she was definitely touched by the experience.
Ginsberg asked Trungpa once if he wanted
to meet Bob Dylan. His answer was: “ I
couldn’t care less.” I’ll leave it at that.
My wife and I gave Ginsberg a ride once
from Vermont to Boston. It was just before
his poems he wrote about the Rolling Thunder
Review were published in Rolling Stone
magazine, and he recited some while we were
driving. One that I still like, to this day, goes
like this: “Nobody saves America by sniffing
cocaine/ jiggling your knees blank eyed in the
rain/when it snows in your nose you catch
cold in your brain” I think his Howl was the
most influential poem, in English, in the second
half of the twentieth century. Same as On The
Road was the most influential novel. That’s
what I think. All pleasure and no pain makes
Jack a dull boy. Like the weather in Colorado,
if you don’t like what you see, just wait awhile.
I like what I see, clouds, rain, sun, the sellers
in the market, the dogs roaming free and
undisturbed, children dressed up in little
costumes…sometimes they’re on horses,
with their parents by their sides. I’m never
sure if these people believe in anything.
They sure like a good show, though. Don’t
we all? When’s the current “bomb” going
to end? Not soon enough for me. And there
is still the possibility we might go
full Kali Yuga. We don’t have long
until we’ll know. Meanwhile, which I call
being in Mexico, I live in a special, magical
place, maybe not in the way you imagine it.
Find your own, because it must be somewhere.
You can’t become enlightened when
you’re a God….too much pleasure,
you’re not interested. Only, the Gods
don’t know their existence may be long,
but it’s still temporary, like the biggest
mountains. Think about that the next time
you want to go to heaven. Like Blind Faith
said in one of their songs: “Heaven is in
your mind.” That’s what you find when you
come back to your senses. That’s why
meditation. If it didn’t work, no one would
have been doing it for thousands of years.
The future was always the present growing
up…how much greater America could become.
The American Dream which seemed to work
for some, others not so much. It’s a relative
goal, all of which are disappointing. Even when
you get to the top you realize you’re on the
bottom, Bob Dylan said. He also said you’re
either busy being born or busy dying, which
also true for everyone. A good place to stop.
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