To Breath The Same Air

  I was going to write about Time. Then I was going to write about my personal symbol (an equalateral triangle with a yin-yang inside). But the Gods conspired (breathed the same air) and I wrote neither. Or rather the one I did write got erased, humm. Instead I had an unexpected , but always delightful, conversation with a very dear friend.
  Together we conspire about a great many topics; physics, chemestry, biology, religion(s), aliens, pretty much you name it. And though we do not always agree, I, in all ways,value his view. After we were both on our third brew we both got a little more assertive in our views, and for me that is OK. One of our topics was that of conspiracyist.
  The word conspire literally means 'to breath the same air'. All aerobes on this mud ball planet out here in the ghettoes of this insignificant galaxy breath the same air. Figuritively, the term refers to two or more humans putting thier heads together for or against a particular cause. I, at one point in this life, loved to point my finger at those I deemed 'evil doers' ;i.e. they seemed to be working against that which I was/am for. I have since come to the conclusion that the 'evil doers' wern't/aren't against me, they are for themselves. And that, too, is OK. After all do we not all conspire together?
  My woes are just that, mine. I cannot blame another, atleast not 'justly'. My gains are just that, mine. I,and I alone, am re-sponsible for my life. Yes, there may be those who 'conspire' for thier own ends, that does not mean, however, that they 'conspire' against me or mine. I have my ways and my views, which are endlessly- mutable, but, 'mine is not the better way, it is just another way' (CWG).  Enough for now.

That which Is is all that Is. 

The Litany of Fear*

Fear!
I must not fear.
Fear is that little death
Inside us all
That brings total
Obliteration.
I will face my fear and
let it pass through me.
I will turn the inner eye
To see its path.
Where it has been
There will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

  So what is fear? As far as I can tell there are only two innate or hard wired fears; fear of heights and fear of sudden loud noises. Otherewise all other fears are learned. There base seems, to me, to be the illusion of not enough. Not enough food. Not enough love. Not enough respect. Not enough life. Not enough____.
  From my pont of view there is only One (see previous blog). And there is only Now, which I plan to discuss next week. So, if there is only One and only Now how can there not be enough of anything?

*from the book Dune by Frank Herbert

Yet Another Creation Myth*

That which Is is all there is and there is nothing else.
And that which Is contemplates Itself, as there is nothing else to contemplate.
That which Is says unto Itself...
I am...I am...I am...
The Light.
I am...I am...I am...
Pure Joy.
I am...I am...I am...
Full of wonder.
But, what does that mean?
How does that feel?
I am...I am...I am...
WOW! What an idea!
In that istant of the great now that which Is devides Itself infinitely.
All the little sparks of that which Is say...
I am...I am...I am...
The Light.
I am...I am...I am...
Pure Joy.
But what does that mean?
How does that feel?
That which Is smiles and creates infinite universes
Populating them with the sparks that want to Know.
"Mother/Father where are You?
It is so..dark.
It is so..cold "
It is ok My children I have not left you, nor you Me.
Your are dreaming and in those dreams you can be/experience..
Anything and everything. You can be a god and a worm.
The hero and the villian. Know sickness and health.
So go play and have fun or not.
You can come home at any time. I'll leave the porch light on.

*Myth: Truth seen thrugh a poets eyes.(Frank Herbert from The Jesus Incident)