Well, here we are people, on the eve of 2010. I must say that it comes to me as I am fraught with trepidation. Everyone knows I tend to be a little sentimental, and for some reason NYE has always found me an emotional wreck as I try to process all of what has happened over the course of the old year, and try to get a handle on my (sometimes desperate) desires for the outcome of events in the new one. As I reflect on the highs and lows of the past year I am reminded that, at the very core of all of these experiences, it is me, myself, who controls the ups and downs I experience as a result of what has occurred. Difficult as it may be for me, to embrace the idea that I choose how I am affected by the external world, I must acknowledge it to be the ultimate truth. More difficult still is the concept that I have the ability to select my emotional state at any given moment. From the knee-jerk reaction I have when a beautiful woman enters my field of vision, to the concept of love at first sight, I must acknowledge that I am making a series of decisions at incredible speed which lead to my emotional responses.
Most difficult is the understanding of this information and the strange desire to quell it. To disown it. To object and tell myself that I cannot help but remain a complete slave to the ebb and flow of my emotional states. (Although, sometimes it remains a fact) It does appear to be the stumbling block upon which I trip in my attempt to get to that NEXT! level. Sometimes, I KNOW that it's true, but I just don't care to "mess with it". That would be the animal side of me trying to draw a line in the sand over which my intellect isn't supposed to exceed. So, I suppose it's about balance. Some aspects of my emotional condition I should let go. Some aspects I should attempt to control. Choosing which is which, well now, that's the trick isn't it?
When we can teach ourselves to reach out with open arms to whatever the Universe has on it's menu for NEXT!, it is ONLY THEN...that we are truly being OPEN. It is ONLY THEN, that we have relinquished control in our lives and made space IN our lives-FOR our lives, to unfold in front of us as intended. It is exceedingly difficult to do, and the way is fraught with illusion, (both internal and external) but once we achieve this level of commitment to live our lives unfettered by fear, doubt, stress, and negativity, only then are we living in the TRUE PRESENT. MOST of what goes on in our heads and hearts obscures the path we are intended to take because of our need to cling to outcomes. But the reality is, that it IS.....the TRUE PRESENT that is given to us. The present of choice. The present to turn left or right or up or down. The gift of experiencing our life without walking through it wearing a suit of armor. So let GO! Join me in putting your hands over your head like riding a roller-coaster and experience the high of living life without control! Live in the now. Accept the True Present! As my Spiritual mentor Charlie Shultz once told me back in my Air Force Days, "If you cannot make a mistake, you cannot MAKE.....ANYTHING!"
Happy New Year!!!!!
Love Chiron'
Chiron'
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
A-Frayed Knot
“ ...and I think it’s important to remember, in the midst of all of our personal emotional and physical roller-coaster rides life seems to arbitrarily strap us into and send us through that....
Each day we DO have a measure of sanity that we can allow ourselves.
Each day we start, is a day upon which we may, depending on the strength of our Spirit, the strength of our Will, and our commitment to a process, can irrevocably change our lives forever.
Each moment in time is a fulcrum, a balance point upon which our future can teeter this way or that, here to there, up to down, down to up. It’s all in our own hands.
Each day we complete, is another in a series of miniscule lessons which we unconsciously navigate our way through, and what we take with us on that ride is also, entirely up to us. Whether we hold tightly to our belief, to our faith, to the bar, the cover, our addictions or our denial, is also, completely up to us.
Each day we complete is cause for a celebration, because for most, harsh reality is that we live in a concrete jungle, where setbacks lie in wait for the unsuspecting, the unaware, the abusive, (whether that violence be turned inward or out).
Each moment in time is another moment ticking away reminding us of the choices we know in our hearts are the right choices to make, but often the fear to stand up weighs too heavily against the fear of our personal failure.
It is this lack of belief in the self, from which most core pain syndromes appear to be born. The fight is with the self, and it’s relation to the Divine, the Planet, our peers and our loved ones. The unconscious fight is the fight to remember that the fight with the Divine, the Planet, our peers and our loved ones,......is the fight with the Self. We ARE.
When one of us suffers, we all suffer. A chain-reaction of events (usually pain-based) spreads with viral intensity the world over.
Unfortunately, we are addicted to our own self abuse. We have become hardened, and with that we begin to pass pain off to one another like a bunch of kids seeing who can hold their open hand over a flame the longest.
Fortunately, we can do the same thing in pleasure. We have the capacity to try to outdo each other in our ability to be considerate, kind, forgiving, and above all, self-sacrificial.
When the energy has left your hands, and you can know longer hold on to the rope, you have precious little time to sharpen your awareness and understand that you are falling. It is from raw courage and a will to survive that a commitment must be made to grab the rope slipping through your exhausted and burned hands, and to face the inevitable pain that will happen when you close your fists around it. But it is what is required. It can be a test to teach us not to let go in the first place, or , it can be a test to remind us that letting go even for a short time can have painful lasting repercussions. Either way, the choice is our own. We decide what span of the rope we will live on, and we decide how often we will revisit the same stretches of that rope.
We can become intimidated by others who seem to vault up the rope seemingly effortlessly, and we can doubt our own abilities when we see such a display of locomotion. Such concern is an illusion however, because the rope of each of our lives is vastly different, with obstacles of differing sizes and shapes based on the age of the soul. The key is to keep your eyes on your own rope, and trust that others progress simply cannot be measured against your experience, nor should it be. What CAN be measured is how much and how often, we pause in our own progress to assist others in their own struggle to simply hang on.
We are each others Angels and Demons. It is all what we choose to be, how real we choose to make it, how deep or how shallow we decide to be.
We are the eyes and ears of all the spirits of who we are.
So climb. Reach for something higher. Something better. Something brighter....and leave a hand out to catch those around us who have slipped or let go. Leave no-one behind. The souls you catch on your way up ease the fear of making a mistake in your own progress. We are......each others safety net.
Each day we DO have a measure of sanity that we can allow ourselves.
Each day we start, is a day upon which we may, depending on the strength of our Spirit, the strength of our Will, and our commitment to a process, can irrevocably change our lives forever.
Each moment in time is a fulcrum, a balance point upon which our future can teeter this way or that, here to there, up to down, down to up. It’s all in our own hands.
Each day we complete, is another in a series of miniscule lessons which we unconsciously navigate our way through, and what we take with us on that ride is also, entirely up to us. Whether we hold tightly to our belief, to our faith, to the bar, the cover, our addictions or our denial, is also, completely up to us.
Each day we complete is cause for a celebration, because for most, harsh reality is that we live in a concrete jungle, where setbacks lie in wait for the unsuspecting, the unaware, the abusive, (whether that violence be turned inward or out).
Each moment in time is another moment ticking away reminding us of the choices we know in our hearts are the right choices to make, but often the fear to stand up weighs too heavily against the fear of our personal failure.
It is this lack of belief in the self, from which most core pain syndromes appear to be born. The fight is with the self, and it’s relation to the Divine, the Planet, our peers and our loved ones. The unconscious fight is the fight to remember that the fight with the Divine, the Planet, our peers and our loved ones,......is the fight with the Self. We ARE.
When one of us suffers, we all suffer. A chain-reaction of events (usually pain-based) spreads with viral intensity the world over.
Unfortunately, we are addicted to our own self abuse. We have become hardened, and with that we begin to pass pain off to one another like a bunch of kids seeing who can hold their open hand over a flame the longest.
Fortunately, we can do the same thing in pleasure. We have the capacity to try to outdo each other in our ability to be considerate, kind, forgiving, and above all, self-sacrificial.
When the energy has left your hands, and you can know longer hold on to the rope, you have precious little time to sharpen your awareness and understand that you are falling. It is from raw courage and a will to survive that a commitment must be made to grab the rope slipping through your exhausted and burned hands, and to face the inevitable pain that will happen when you close your fists around it. But it is what is required. It can be a test to teach us not to let go in the first place, or , it can be a test to remind us that letting go even for a short time can have painful lasting repercussions. Either way, the choice is our own. We decide what span of the rope we will live on, and we decide how often we will revisit the same stretches of that rope.
We can become intimidated by others who seem to vault up the rope seemingly effortlessly, and we can doubt our own abilities when we see such a display of locomotion. Such concern is an illusion however, because the rope of each of our lives is vastly different, with obstacles of differing sizes and shapes based on the age of the soul. The key is to keep your eyes on your own rope, and trust that others progress simply cannot be measured against your experience, nor should it be. What CAN be measured is how much and how often, we pause in our own progress to assist others in their own struggle to simply hang on.
We are each others Angels and Demons. It is all what we choose to be, how real we choose to make it, how deep or how shallow we decide to be.
We are the eyes and ears of all the spirits of who we are.
So climb. Reach for something higher. Something better. Something brighter....and leave a hand out to catch those around us who have slipped or let go. Leave no-one behind. The souls you catch on your way up ease the fear of making a mistake in your own progress. We are......each others safety net.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
R.I.P.
Feeling Sad around Halloween?
It's perfectly natural to feel sad right before or even during Halloween. Halloween is all about endings.
This portion of your life is at an end. That is what Halloween is really all about.
It is the end of the cycle of transformation into witch (pun intended, sexual in-u-end-oh! a byproduct of intended pun) (lol!) anyway, {how about?} THROUGH witch (the death and decay of the old hag is magically reborn as the young sexy vixen once again....who then fertilizes the seed of the new and cycle begins again.
If you find my reference to sex glaring, that is really because it's pretty much unavoidable here. Harvest and renewal. It is the way of Earth. It is WHY you cannot separate witches from sex, sex from old pagan rituals, and old pagan rituals from Earth's seasons.
We are meant to CELEBRATE death. Death isn't the stopping point, or the bookstop at the end of life, but rather, it marks the TRANSITION between one point in the cycle of transformation...and another. This makes DEATH....a vibrant part of what we experience as LIFE. It doesn't even have to be a physical death. It can mean then end of a way of thinking, or acting, or RE-acting as the case may be. Death represents FREEDOM from that which binds. Look at the imagery. Ghosts dragging chains....etc.
The Grim Reaper with the blade to sever the connection from what once was...allowing the spirit to be released and allowed to progress to something new.
It is symbolic and in line with both animal and vegetable lifeforce life cycles.
So if you find yourself feeling a bit bittersweet about everything right now...
my advice is to GO with it.
If you feel mellon-choly: go carve up a jack-o-lantern.
Write up a list of all that has been bothering you the last year.
(things that you wish to put to rest....as in R.I.P)
Then put that list into Jack and let it burn baby, let it burn. It's kind of like the other side of a nye's resolution list. So make your list, bless it, burn it, and allow all of what you write there to be OVER. Clear your mind, your heart, your emotion of it. Celebrate it's death. For, what will resurrect from the old will, magically, be brighter, and shinier than what was before.
I hope this helps, and have a HAPPY...HAPPY....Halloween.
Love Chiron
It's perfectly natural to feel sad right before or even during Halloween. Halloween is all about endings.
This portion of your life is at an end. That is what Halloween is really all about.
It is the end of the cycle of transformation into witch (pun intended, sexual in-u-end-oh! a byproduct of intended pun) (lol!) anyway, {how about?} THROUGH witch (the death and decay of the old hag is magically reborn as the young sexy vixen once again....who then fertilizes the seed of the new and cycle begins again.
If you find my reference to sex glaring, that is really because it's pretty much unavoidable here. Harvest and renewal. It is the way of Earth. It is WHY you cannot separate witches from sex, sex from old pagan rituals, and old pagan rituals from Earth's seasons.
We are meant to CELEBRATE death. Death isn't the stopping point, or the bookstop at the end of life, but rather, it marks the TRANSITION between one point in the cycle of transformation...and another. This makes DEATH....a vibrant part of what we experience as LIFE. It doesn't even have to be a physical death. It can mean then end of a way of thinking, or acting, or RE-acting as the case may be. Death represents FREEDOM from that which binds. Look at the imagery. Ghosts dragging chains....etc.
The Grim Reaper with the blade to sever the connection from what once was...allowing the spirit to be released and allowed to progress to something new.
It is symbolic and in line with both animal and vegetable lifeforce life cycles.
So if you find yourself feeling a bit bittersweet about everything right now...
my advice is to GO with it.
If you feel mellon-choly: go carve up a jack-o-lantern.
Write up a list of all that has been bothering you the last year.
(things that you wish to put to rest....as in R.I.P)
Then put that list into Jack and let it burn baby, let it burn. It's kind of like the other side of a nye's resolution list. So make your list, bless it, burn it, and allow all of what you write there to be OVER. Clear your mind, your heart, your emotion of it. Celebrate it's death. For, what will resurrect from the old will, magically, be brighter, and shinier than what was before.
I hope this helps, and have a HAPPY...HAPPY....Halloween.
Love Chiron
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Afraid of Love
Afraid of love.
Flashes…
of moments past.
Mental visual movie clips in my scrapbook of confused emotion, flicker, in front of my minds’ eye.
Simple exhaustion finally overcomes the defensive fear that has stood guard over a mending heart for years with the cold efficiency of an angry protective wolf.
Clenched knuckles, cold and white, from holding on too tight for too long, lose their grip and finally………release.
To my astounded confusion, I do not fall.
My world doesn’t fly apart.
The memories are powerful, the strength of their current, still, easily emotionally overwhelming.
But the concrete resolve of my new foundation…holds.
The fear that has kept me safe, sleeps soundly in my lap.
My hands and my heart begin to warm, as blood finally begins to return to them.
I choose a path, tentatively, stepping out into the world, determined…
Not to be afraid to love.
Flashes…
of moments past.
Mental visual movie clips in my scrapbook of confused emotion, flicker, in front of my minds’ eye.
Simple exhaustion finally overcomes the defensive fear that has stood guard over a mending heart for years with the cold efficiency of an angry protective wolf.
Clenched knuckles, cold and white, from holding on too tight for too long, lose their grip and finally………release.
To my astounded confusion, I do not fall.
My world doesn’t fly apart.
The memories are powerful, the strength of their current, still, easily emotionally overwhelming.
But the concrete resolve of my new foundation…holds.
The fear that has kept me safe, sleeps soundly in my lap.
My hands and my heart begin to warm, as blood finally begins to return to them.
I choose a path, tentatively, stepping out into the world, determined…
Not to be afraid to love.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Halloween's a Comin'!
Halloween's a comin'!
It's a time when the veil between the worlds grows the thinnest.
A time when dimensions merge.
A time when all that frightens you the most, comes.....unbeckoned.
A time when the dead remind us to cling tightly to our lives,
(no matter how bad they may seem)
for they will gladly exchange places with us...and remind us
to dare....to dream.
It's a time when the veil between the worlds grows the thinnest.
A time when dimensions merge.
A time when all that frightens you the most, comes.....unbeckoned.
A time when the dead remind us to cling tightly to our lives,
(no matter how bad they may seem)
for they will gladly exchange places with us...and remind us
to dare....to dream.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Hoist the Main Sail!
I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like I have just been BLASTED through the last few months as if I were on a rail-car...reaching incredibly new levels of acceleration as I blaze through this portion of my life. Remarkably, I have a few minutes to catch my breath, but the onset of the phenomenon was so wholly unexpected as to leave me looking over my shoulder even during this apparent "rest period". I haven't managed to write too much, but I have managed to resurrect some of the old files from the previous batch, which will be forthcoming. Meanwhile I have picked up and reconnected with family members, old friends, undertaken more tasks, more responsibility (you'd think I'd learn) and positioned myself to spread myself even thinner than before! (Not to worry, I won't do it!) The theme of the day (other than Halloween is COMIN'!) is one of "simplify or DIE!". As I continue to whittle away the extraneous from what matters in my life I become slowly more empowered by what is left remaining. It is a constant struggle to make ends meet of course, and because I wasn't quite fully overloaded yet, I decided to REALLY push my skills and get a sailboat! LOL! (I really LOVE it but it hasn't seen the water yet) I have come to realize that in life there is a whole OTHER thing that we all have to do. Not ONLY do we need to manage what we already have ON our plate, but we are required to also plan a forward destination complete with an intersecting path TO that destination if we are to be successful in keeping ourselves happy. To that end I am making ready for next spring/summer now. (of course I must also make ready as best as I can for this immediate holiday season which now looms in the ever present)
So, I'm still trying to find a new home for my old truck, still hope to repair my cruiser, and have now added a 14' hobi-cat to the mix. I still haven't spent any serious time in the pursuit of love, but hopefully, my vacation from that whole thing will yield new perspective and perhaps options very soon. People, you can wear yourself out trying to find love. Sometimes it's just best to give it a rest.
(especially when you consider that the only time you can really improve yourself is outside of a relationship. It's just so much faster to work an internal change when you don't have to overcome external resistance to it in the form of a questioning partner)
So: to quickly recap: 1) I'm reducing. 2) I'm organizing. 3) I'm working on physical health. 4) I'm rebuilding, restructuring. 5) I'm making a plan for everything to reintegrate. 6) I'm attempting to plan for the future.
Change is in the wind people. Hoist the main sail and let it move you!
So, I'm still trying to find a new home for my old truck, still hope to repair my cruiser, and have now added a 14' hobi-cat to the mix. I still haven't spent any serious time in the pursuit of love, but hopefully, my vacation from that whole thing will yield new perspective and perhaps options very soon. People, you can wear yourself out trying to find love. Sometimes it's just best to give it a rest.
(especially when you consider that the only time you can really improve yourself is outside of a relationship. It's just so much faster to work an internal change when you don't have to overcome external resistance to it in the form of a questioning partner)
So: to quickly recap: 1) I'm reducing. 2) I'm organizing. 3) I'm working on physical health. 4) I'm rebuilding, restructuring. 5) I'm making a plan for everything to reintegrate. 6) I'm attempting to plan for the future.
Change is in the wind people. Hoist the main sail and let it move you!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Saluting a Warrior
Memories of Honor and Pain, Glory and Sacrifice. I Salute you and Thank you Gentlemen for what you have done. The quiet grace with which you wear your Honor is an inspiration. Thank you Capt. Huntley for bringing my papa back home.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
What are the chances?
If you've been wondering what happened with my blog, well here is a short explanation.
I've been playing with computers for a very long time. I have to say that it's pretty amazing to have the degree of "misfortune" as I appear to be having with computers lately. In 18 years I have never experienced so much concurrent adversity in such a small window of time.
I have had MASS data loss, virus contamination, hardware failure, software failure etc ad nauseum for about the last three months. I have lost files I have saved since 1996. All fairly astounding seeing as I run a system that I designed to protect against this very sort of thing from happening. I have lost hardware. Each time the failure threat was averted, with damage and data loss until a misshap and the subsequent loss of the second to the last machines motherboard halted everything. I am now down to a single machine from four, and the surviving machine lost 500g worth of data, with what was archived having lost it's organization.
I guess it's just another one of those "unexplainable mysteries" which my cup appears to be running over the top with.
In any case, I had no less than 71 open pieces of writing slated to come to this blog which have been (apparently) lost. It remains to be seen whether I can recover them. It is a shame because some may have had some real promise as teaching pieces.
As of the moment, they are gone.
I wonder how it is that I can go 18 years without something like this happening, and then to experience all of this in just a few short months. Yep, just a complete mystery.
SO: For the moment, my writing is on hold. I need to sort what's left of my computers out, salvage what I can, regroup and start over. Of course first I have to figure out what I'm going to do about my car which was nearly destroyed by the hail. Then there is the.....the list continues to depression. I won't give up though. Those of you who know me, know I'm way too hardheaded for that. (and no, I haven't yet reached for the dreaded black wand encased in the "break glass in case of dire need of extreme payback" lol!) I have my integrity. I have my resolve. I am running a little low on patience, but we'll make due.
I will continue to blip dj, twitter and I will drop short pieces when I can until such time as I can get everything sorted back out, but I just wanted to thank those of you who have shown me love and support as I attempted to write.
Love Chiron'
I've been playing with computers for a very long time. I have to say that it's pretty amazing to have the degree of "misfortune" as I appear to be having with computers lately. In 18 years I have never experienced so much concurrent adversity in such a small window of time.
I have had MASS data loss, virus contamination, hardware failure, software failure etc ad nauseum for about the last three months. I have lost files I have saved since 1996. All fairly astounding seeing as I run a system that I designed to protect against this very sort of thing from happening. I have lost hardware. Each time the failure threat was averted, with damage and data loss until a misshap and the subsequent loss of the second to the last machines motherboard halted everything. I am now down to a single machine from four, and the surviving machine lost 500g worth of data, with what was archived having lost it's organization.
I guess it's just another one of those "unexplainable mysteries" which my cup appears to be running over the top with.
In any case, I had no less than 71 open pieces of writing slated to come to this blog which have been (apparently) lost. It remains to be seen whether I can recover them. It is a shame because some may have had some real promise as teaching pieces.
As of the moment, they are gone.
I wonder how it is that I can go 18 years without something like this happening, and then to experience all of this in just a few short months. Yep, just a complete mystery.
SO: For the moment, my writing is on hold. I need to sort what's left of my computers out, salvage what I can, regroup and start over. Of course first I have to figure out what I'm going to do about my car which was nearly destroyed by the hail. Then there is the.....the list continues to depression. I won't give up though. Those of you who know me, know I'm way too hardheaded for that. (and no, I haven't yet reached for the dreaded black wand encased in the "break glass in case of dire need of extreme payback" lol!) I have my integrity. I have my resolve. I am running a little low on patience, but we'll make due.
I will continue to blip dj, twitter and I will drop short pieces when I can until such time as I can get everything sorted back out, but I just wanted to thank those of you who have shown me love and support as I attempted to write.
Love Chiron'
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Tick Tock....tick tock
Lately, things have been a little more stressed than normal. I feel the whole world is winding up like a clock spring as the collectives stress is going up up up and away. Maybe it's all in my head, but I seriously doubt it. One look at the news confirms that this isn't something that is all in my head.
I was working late this weekend when I met a sweet woman who is a security guard. She took me by surprise really, as I spend so much time alone in my work that I find I sometimes forget my voice. I know that sounds strange, but believe me, not as strange as it feels to have someone talk to you and find yourself waiting for your brain to “boot” the language program (LOL!) I found myself thinking, about her and wondering what a nice young lady such as that was doing spending her time working alone on a weekend. Then I imagined her significant other or her children who must be depending on her. I do my best to ignore my own sense of isolation working alone and late at night, but somehow it hurt me seeing hers. It started me thinking and between some of the conversations I've been having on line and off I have come to get an interesting picture of how we can all become trapped in our perceptions of the world. I have discovered that my own perceptions of the world have been both accurate and skewed.
I have never been a big crowds kind of person and I am completely fascinated by how human beings all come together to do the Saturday night party thing with the disco lights and mass numbers of people all together and so forth. I guess that's where the animal side of me comes forth and is more dominant. As much as I would enjoy being a part of that experience, it's all just too noisy, too much commotion, too much...._______ whatever. I have struggled for years to overcome what I thought was shyness or a social anxiety disorder. Suddenly it occurs to me that maybe, it's nothing of the sort. Maybe I just don't LIKE all that racket. (shrug) But I'm drifting off topic here.
The point is, that having always been on the outside of things in this particular issue, I had formed opinions on what it was that I was missing. I had developed opinions about what those experiences were all about and then found reasons as to why I didn't want to participate in those activities. But something changed in me last night. Celestial or attitudinal I cannot say, but somehow I was granted a peek into another universe. Somehow it all started from seeing this woman.
It was very strange. Everything from the radio station I normally listen to during work hours playing a whole other sound to the clubs I heard booming down the lake with the sounds of their gleeful celebratory thumping. I felt like I was walking through territory so unfamiliar as to just as likely have been walking on the moon. Then I began to think about how everyone is so stressed out now-days.
It seems like the pressure on us to relax and enjoy ourselves when the time finally comes around at the end of the week for us to do so is building to the point where even the act of doing so has become stressful. The result is a human population who is almost FRANTIC in their desire to get some relief during the downtime. (all the while keeping an eye on that clock ever conscious of it's steady tick-tock towards the end of the rest period.)
Folks. We just REALLY need to chill the hell OUT. This isn't right. We shouldn't GET this wound up, and if we are, what does that say about our way of life? So we don't make the profit we were hoping for....who cares? Humanity needs to apply the brakes here or we are all going to run off of the proverbial road. Maybe we have already.
So the next thing to happen is that today I lay down for a nap, and I have this incredible dream. I dream I am under the supervision of someone who is watching over me. Someone who, at a moments notice pulled me up from out of my regular world and put me into a new one. I awoke in a new space, which was so drastically different from where I live as to be in another alien landscape. My benefactor had somehow while I was passed out fixed both my eyes and my teeth. The familiar pain that I live with daily was miraculously gone, leaving me so disoriented as to make me want to walk closely to walls and hold on to items when I moved. Somehow, I was being given a second chance to live a different life. One where I didn't have to worry about money. Health care. Security. One without pain or fear. One where I could just be myself without fear of being judged or limited. One where the people in the world celebrated me for being who and what I am. In short, A world without pain. At this point I began to panic, (obviously, because a world without pain in my knowledge pretty much means that I was dead or dying, and every instinct I had was to fight this) and I awoke in a sweat. (and promptly spit out another piece of one of my teeth. I must have ground my teeth in my sleep from the anxiety). I would lament this to a great degree except that the constant setbacks and disappointments in my life have become so commonplace as to no longer illicit any overt reaction from me. I'm alive and functioning and that is what counts. But the dream haunts me, and the feelings it evoked in me are unlikely to fade like the dream has.
I was working late this weekend when I met a sweet woman who is a security guard. She took me by surprise really, as I spend so much time alone in my work that I find I sometimes forget my voice. I know that sounds strange, but believe me, not as strange as it feels to have someone talk to you and find yourself waiting for your brain to “boot” the language program (LOL!) I found myself thinking, about her and wondering what a nice young lady such as that was doing spending her time working alone on a weekend. Then I imagined her significant other or her children who must be depending on her. I do my best to ignore my own sense of isolation working alone and late at night, but somehow it hurt me seeing hers. It started me thinking and between some of the conversations I've been having on line and off I have come to get an interesting picture of how we can all become trapped in our perceptions of the world. I have discovered that my own perceptions of the world have been both accurate and skewed.
I have never been a big crowds kind of person and I am completely fascinated by how human beings all come together to do the Saturday night party thing with the disco lights and mass numbers of people all together and so forth. I guess that's where the animal side of me comes forth and is more dominant. As much as I would enjoy being a part of that experience, it's all just too noisy, too much commotion, too much...._______ whatever. I have struggled for years to overcome what I thought was shyness or a social anxiety disorder. Suddenly it occurs to me that maybe, it's nothing of the sort. Maybe I just don't LIKE all that racket. (shrug) But I'm drifting off topic here.
The point is, that having always been on the outside of things in this particular issue, I had formed opinions on what it was that I was missing. I had developed opinions about what those experiences were all about and then found reasons as to why I didn't want to participate in those activities. But something changed in me last night. Celestial or attitudinal I cannot say, but somehow I was granted a peek into another universe. Somehow it all started from seeing this woman.
It was very strange. Everything from the radio station I normally listen to during work hours playing a whole other sound to the clubs I heard booming down the lake with the sounds of their gleeful celebratory thumping. I felt like I was walking through territory so unfamiliar as to just as likely have been walking on the moon. Then I began to think about how everyone is so stressed out now-days.
It seems like the pressure on us to relax and enjoy ourselves when the time finally comes around at the end of the week for us to do so is building to the point where even the act of doing so has become stressful. The result is a human population who is almost FRANTIC in their desire to get some relief during the downtime. (all the while keeping an eye on that clock ever conscious of it's steady tick-tock towards the end of the rest period.)
Folks. We just REALLY need to chill the hell OUT. This isn't right. We shouldn't GET this wound up, and if we are, what does that say about our way of life? So we don't make the profit we were hoping for....who cares? Humanity needs to apply the brakes here or we are all going to run off of the proverbial road. Maybe we have already.
So the next thing to happen is that today I lay down for a nap, and I have this incredible dream. I dream I am under the supervision of someone who is watching over me. Someone who, at a moments notice pulled me up from out of my regular world and put me into a new one. I awoke in a new space, which was so drastically different from where I live as to be in another alien landscape. My benefactor had somehow while I was passed out fixed both my eyes and my teeth. The familiar pain that I live with daily was miraculously gone, leaving me so disoriented as to make me want to walk closely to walls and hold on to items when I moved. Somehow, I was being given a second chance to live a different life. One where I didn't have to worry about money. Health care. Security. One without pain or fear. One where I could just be myself without fear of being judged or limited. One where the people in the world celebrated me for being who and what I am. In short, A world without pain. At this point I began to panic, (obviously, because a world without pain in my knowledge pretty much means that I was dead or dying, and every instinct I had was to fight this) and I awoke in a sweat. (and promptly spit out another piece of one of my teeth. I must have ground my teeth in my sleep from the anxiety). I would lament this to a great degree except that the constant setbacks and disappointments in my life have become so commonplace as to no longer illicit any overt reaction from me. I'm alive and functioning and that is what counts. But the dream haunts me, and the feelings it evoked in me are unlikely to fade like the dream has.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Renewal and rebirth on Easter 2009
NEW.
Improved.
Re-Dedicated.
Re-Suscitated
Creatures of wild imagination.
Creatures with Awe-inspiring Dreams.
This is who we are.
Our imagination is both our advantage and our liability. It is the powerful force within us which has the ability to fuel an incomprehensible human drive toward extremes. Our imagination pushed us to place one of us on the MOON. Let's just stop and consider that for a moment.
If we ever...........EVER..........needed to proof to ourselves of what we are capable of: what our imagination has the power to drive us towards, that incredible piece of mankind's history should serve to make sure we NEVER FORGET.
WE CAN DO IT.....................................TOGETHER.
The American people were the tribe who made the finish, but it was the WORLD which pushed them up on their competitive shoulders to inspire them to push harder and faster to the point where they got it done. Without the spirit of competition from the rest of the world, it wouldn't have happened.
Knowing this, each and every one of us can take our own share of pride in knowing that it wasn't exclusively an American who landed on the Moon, it was a member of the Human Race.
It is from this perspective that we must all begin to think. The world is no longer such a big big place. I myself, as most of you, have undreamed of superpowers. I can send a message around the world with a single click of a button from my little electronic device. A device born of the labors of thousands of human beings living in places all over this world. The debt of my gratitude can not seemingly ever be repaid to the people working late in their cubicle sorting out chip designs or to the people putting in that extra hour late at night past quitting time who fabricated my particular little device. The seemingly unconscious and unacknowledged effort of humanity to pull off these miracles is so common as to be something that we all just expect, anymore.
But we cannot think that way any longer. Mother Earth is paying a heavy toll for our dreams, and it's time that we include her needs in our process. Many human beings are also paying the price for the synthesis of what we take for granted. Their health and welfare also, need to become something that is considered. In short, we can no longer look upon the single lives of the spirits who drive our world with an attitude of irreverence, neglect, or lack of respect. To do so, would be to drive a bulldozer at full speed into one of the pillars which is the foundation upon what our world is created upon.
If we are to actually BE, what we purport to BE, we must instead learn to fashion our business models in such a way as to have RESPECT for life. ALL life. We have progressed as far as we can feasibly go using the mentality of “do unto others and split”. The evidence of the cancer to our world from this unconsciously adopted philosophy is poisoning our water, raining debris from the sky and changing the daily weather into some sort of psychotic musical chairs game.
The time of nationalism and divisive activity is past. We simply cannot afford to continue as we have or the consequences (as the current previews of coming attractions in economy,weather, human happiness and welfare) indicate.
The scary news of it is: THE TIME IS NOW.
The wonderful aspect of it is: WE ARE UP TO THE TASK. WE CAN DO THIS. WE HAVE THE IMAGINATION, THE CREATIVITY, THE RESOURCES, AND KNOWLEDGE OF HOW TO REINVENT OURSELVES.
The REAL question is: DO WE HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO PULL OUR HEAD FROM THE POWER OF DENIAL AND ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING BEFORE OUR ABILITY TO ACT IS RENDERED MOOT?
Millions suffer from depression. Sickness. Hopelessness. Instead of working on curing the symptoms for these ailments we need to be working on their CAUSES.
Don't be afraid. Fear breeds fear which breeds fear which breeds sadness helplessness and a world I personally don't want to live in.
Don't be mean. You know right from wrong. Stop turning away from that which you know is wrong.
Be part of the solution. Reach out and help another human being. They belong to you. They are your family. We all want the same things.
Everyone here is valuable. Sometimes that perceived value is difficult to see. Just because it isn't obvious, doesn't make not true. Seeing ISN'T always believing. It SURE as hell doesn't make it FACT. (Quantum physics anyone? Alright then)
What IS real, is that I am a member of this giant thing. This LIFE-FORCE on this planet. The more I learn, the more I realize I cannot divide myself FROM IT in nearly any way. If I cannot divide myself FROM it, then all of it, (even the stuff I don't like) winds up being a part of myself.
I'll say that again. EVERYTHING OUT THERE IS PART OF MYSELF.
Why would I attempt to hurt, destroy, hobble, infect, damage, subvert, poison, manipulate, or cause mental or physical harm...................to myself?
I can not love myself ABOVE others. I can only Love myself. (There ARE no .....”others”)
Therefore, I love you. Please take good care of me.
I'm WORTH it.
^..^~
Improved.
Re-Dedicated.
Re-Suscitated
Creatures of wild imagination.
Creatures with Awe-inspiring Dreams.
This is who we are.
Our imagination is both our advantage and our liability. It is the powerful force within us which has the ability to fuel an incomprehensible human drive toward extremes. Our imagination pushed us to place one of us on the MOON. Let's just stop and consider that for a moment.
If we ever...........EVER..........needed to proof to ourselves of what we are capable of: what our imagination has the power to drive us towards, that incredible piece of mankind's history should serve to make sure we NEVER FORGET.
WE CAN DO IT.....................................TOGETHER.
The American people were the tribe who made the finish, but it was the WORLD which pushed them up on their competitive shoulders to inspire them to push harder and faster to the point where they got it done. Without the spirit of competition from the rest of the world, it wouldn't have happened.
Knowing this, each and every one of us can take our own share of pride in knowing that it wasn't exclusively an American who landed on the Moon, it was a member of the Human Race.
It is from this perspective that we must all begin to think. The world is no longer such a big big place. I myself, as most of you, have undreamed of superpowers. I can send a message around the world with a single click of a button from my little electronic device. A device born of the labors of thousands of human beings living in places all over this world. The debt of my gratitude can not seemingly ever be repaid to the people working late in their cubicle sorting out chip designs or to the people putting in that extra hour late at night past quitting time who fabricated my particular little device. The seemingly unconscious and unacknowledged effort of humanity to pull off these miracles is so common as to be something that we all just expect, anymore.
But we cannot think that way any longer. Mother Earth is paying a heavy toll for our dreams, and it's time that we include her needs in our process. Many human beings are also paying the price for the synthesis of what we take for granted. Their health and welfare also, need to become something that is considered. In short, we can no longer look upon the single lives of the spirits who drive our world with an attitude of irreverence, neglect, or lack of respect. To do so, would be to drive a bulldozer at full speed into one of the pillars which is the foundation upon what our world is created upon.
If we are to actually BE, what we purport to BE, we must instead learn to fashion our business models in such a way as to have RESPECT for life. ALL life. We have progressed as far as we can feasibly go using the mentality of “do unto others and split”. The evidence of the cancer to our world from this unconsciously adopted philosophy is poisoning our water, raining debris from the sky and changing the daily weather into some sort of psychotic musical chairs game.
The time of nationalism and divisive activity is past. We simply cannot afford to continue as we have or the consequences (as the current previews of coming attractions in economy,weather, human happiness and welfare) indicate.
The scary news of it is: THE TIME IS NOW.
The wonderful aspect of it is: WE ARE UP TO THE TASK. WE CAN DO THIS. WE HAVE THE IMAGINATION, THE CREATIVITY, THE RESOURCES, AND KNOWLEDGE OF HOW TO REINVENT OURSELVES.
The REAL question is: DO WE HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO PULL OUR HEAD FROM THE POWER OF DENIAL AND ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING BEFORE OUR ABILITY TO ACT IS RENDERED MOOT?
Millions suffer from depression. Sickness. Hopelessness. Instead of working on curing the symptoms for these ailments we need to be working on their CAUSES.
Don't be afraid. Fear breeds fear which breeds fear which breeds sadness helplessness and a world I personally don't want to live in.
Don't be mean. You know right from wrong. Stop turning away from that which you know is wrong.
Be part of the solution. Reach out and help another human being. They belong to you. They are your family. We all want the same things.
Everyone here is valuable. Sometimes that perceived value is difficult to see. Just because it isn't obvious, doesn't make not true. Seeing ISN'T always believing. It SURE as hell doesn't make it FACT. (Quantum physics anyone? Alright then)
What IS real, is that I am a member of this giant thing. This LIFE-FORCE on this planet. The more I learn, the more I realize I cannot divide myself FROM IT in nearly any way. If I cannot divide myself FROM it, then all of it, (even the stuff I don't like) winds up being a part of myself.
I'll say that again. EVERYTHING OUT THERE IS PART OF MYSELF.
Why would I attempt to hurt, destroy, hobble, infect, damage, subvert, poison, manipulate, or cause mental or physical harm...................to myself?
I can not love myself ABOVE others. I can only Love myself. (There ARE no .....”others”)
Therefore, I love you. Please take good care of me.
I'm WORTH it.
^..^~
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Blessings of Strength and Courage
I hate that I sometimes sound so much like a damn cheerleader, but on the other hand, that fact doesn't diminish what I have to say. No matter what we are talking about. Whether it is the state of the economy, your job, the loss of your worldly possessions or your savings, or getting your head and heart around the horrific realization that part of getting older is feeling the same while you watch your body fall apart....or seeing people you care about experience massive pain that you feel powerless to block, stop, or assist with...ALL of this crap is not what matters. What matters is just us. All of us. Your neighbors. Your parents. Your friends. Hell, even those you fight with. WE, are the only thing on this plane of existence that really MATTERS. The People. The Animals. The rest of it is junk. These "tests" that we are all being challenged with, are just a way to remind us of what is IMPORTANT. GIVE to your fellow human being. Your patience, your assistance, your forgiveness, and your heart. Only the strong can allow themselves to be vulnerable. Only those who can be truly vulnerable can know what genuine strength really is.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Before the "Jig was Up"...
When the British came to Ireland they put a waist high wall up between the north and the south. Typical of the Irish, (you know, I think sarcasm actually was BORN there) the Irish made a mockery of the rule of no dancing by walking alongside their side of the fence under the guards scornful vision with their arms down and mimicking a regular walk, while ... underneath the sight-line of the fence their legs were just a janglin'. Of course everyone on the Irish side of the fence could see the whole thing and all observed with such somber expressions that to my knowledge the practice went on for some great time before the "Jig was up".
; )
Happy Leprachaun's Day!!!
; )
Happy Leprachaun's Day!!!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
ENOUGH!!!!
What a day!
So I'm rebuilding my computer, (the one that failed for unknown reasons wiping approximately 500G worth of saved data and programs) and I spend all week trying to get it fixed back up and working correctly. I load all my Valve brand games back up on it, only to have them all fail again after the HUGE process of installation, update decryption update some more etc ad nauseum. I don't lose my temper, instead I just start working on the wireless network stuff. So I work on the Linksys brand stuff on my network attempting to make certain it is all updated and functioning. It doesn't. The cards in the computers work in spurts, on again and off again, and the wireless gaming adapter (which is a HUGE pain in the ass to reconfigure) quits working ENTIRELY. After resisting the urge to take a hammer to it, I get a call from the Sprint Rep, (scheduled, and late by 35 minutes) to work on my work phones Direct Connect, which hasn't been working correctly since I got it. After nearly losing the gentleman because of a failure by my JAWBONE brand headset to disconnect/reconnect in a timely and correct fashion, we finally manage to get going and work on the damned thing. After several hold periods and several tests, he declares that he has made the necessary adjustments and that beyond this there isn't anything else they can do. (Time will tell if it is fixed, or if it is just another blatant example of a company taking money in good faith for products that don't in fact, actually WORK.)
So at this point, feeling somewhat re-empowered I return to my previous task of attempting to fix the computer/networking problems I'm having. I work on my iBook trying to ensure that both the iBook, the wireless gaming adapter for ps2, and the two windows computers all connect together and run harmoniously on the network. Of course, it is at this point that I discover that the iBook has lost it's ability to run without being plugged into the wall. The lithium ion battery reads 50%, and apparently, this means the end of the service life for the battery. The SHORT version of this is that I realize that without the added functionality of the iBook being portable, I have Zero need for wireless in the house.
So, once again, I have squandered an extraordinary amount of my personal highly valuable free time trying to make products I have purchased actually do what they were advertised to do. I am QUITE CERTAIN in ALL CASES, that any representatives advice on the subject would be that my stuff is too old and needs to be replaced by the NEW version of the same style of stuff.
I should mention at this point, that through Out the “service life” for all of this equipment, I have waited patiently for the companies to produce the updates necessary to fix all the BUGS in the software which prevented the hardware from working as it was supposed to. So here we are. We are now at a point where the hardware I have been trying to get working on my tiny insignificant little home network all to work together THROUGHOUT it's service life with ZERO success. Now, I don't know about the rest of you nice folks, but I'm not exactly technically challenged. I have a fairly decent amount of experience dealing with this crap. So it makes me stop to wonder......
JUST WHEN DID IT BECOME OK FOR COMPANIES TO STEAL FROM PEOPLE LIKE THIS?
I find it wholly unacceptable that one of my most favored games has seemingly locked me out of playing said game because of the built-in theft deterrent aspects of the software aren't working as intended. I cannot believe that untold numbers of the American public have been left holding unusable hardware or software after having paid for it with every reasonable expectation that the products should WORK.
I have been dying to get my hands on the latest generation of video gaming hardware and I am in desperate need of a new cell phone, laptop, and networking equipment. But you know what? I am not going to give ANY of these companies ONE WORTHLESS AMERICAN PENNY. I realize I am conceivably ALONE in this stance, but I REFUSE to continue to pay these companies for shit that doesn't WORK!
But then I thought about it and I realized, no, this is pandemic. This is the same situation as when I pull through a drive-through and open the wrapper on something as simple as a cheeseburger and find it is COLD, or that the fountain drink has such a GROSSLY out of whack mixture as to make it undrinkable.
It's everything and it's all around us. Nothing works. Nothing is good anymore, and what's more infuriating is that these companies expect us to shell out BIG TIME for these goods and services.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm drawing the line.
I'll not pay the money for new computers or game equipment or phone equipment that either fails or doesn't work. NOT GOING TO DO IT.
Until you can produce something of value, I'm SAVING my extremely hard earned cash. I have HAD IT............with designed obsolescence! If a product isn't solid, it has NO BUSINESS being sold to the public under the guise of something that is!
I pity the fool who approaches me with the desire to sell me an extended warranty. That poor soul is going to get flamed on a level that is likely completely inappropriate to the offense. I don't care.
Industry has decided in it's ultimate GREED that they will not sell us well constructed things anymore. What they are selling to us is the IDEA of whatever it is. We buy into the IDEA that we could have this item and we beg them to MAKE IT WORK! They then BLACKMAIL us for PROTECTION MONEY to ensure that our new shiny bauble WORKS!
IT's LUDICROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, Heads up to Industry: I'm holding you ACCOUNTABLE. RETRO ACTIVE. You get to burn me ONCE. After that, I will NEVER purchase anything from your “brand” AGAIN! Get it!?
So I'm rebuilding my computer, (the one that failed for unknown reasons wiping approximately 500G worth of saved data and programs) and I spend all week trying to get it fixed back up and working correctly. I load all my Valve brand games back up on it, only to have them all fail again after the HUGE process of installation, update decryption update some more etc ad nauseum. I don't lose my temper, instead I just start working on the wireless network stuff. So I work on the Linksys brand stuff on my network attempting to make certain it is all updated and functioning. It doesn't. The cards in the computers work in spurts, on again and off again, and the wireless gaming adapter (which is a HUGE pain in the ass to reconfigure) quits working ENTIRELY. After resisting the urge to take a hammer to it, I get a call from the Sprint Rep, (scheduled, and late by 35 minutes) to work on my work phones Direct Connect, which hasn't been working correctly since I got it. After nearly losing the gentleman because of a failure by my JAWBONE brand headset to disconnect/reconnect in a timely and correct fashion, we finally manage to get going and work on the damned thing. After several hold periods and several tests, he declares that he has made the necessary adjustments and that beyond this there isn't anything else they can do. (Time will tell if it is fixed, or if it is just another blatant example of a company taking money in good faith for products that don't in fact, actually WORK.)
So at this point, feeling somewhat re-empowered I return to my previous task of attempting to fix the computer/networking problems I'm having. I work on my iBook trying to ensure that both the iBook, the wireless gaming adapter for ps2, and the two windows computers all connect together and run harmoniously on the network. Of course, it is at this point that I discover that the iBook has lost it's ability to run without being plugged into the wall. The lithium ion battery reads 50%, and apparently, this means the end of the service life for the battery. The SHORT version of this is that I realize that without the added functionality of the iBook being portable, I have Zero need for wireless in the house.
So, once again, I have squandered an extraordinary amount of my personal highly valuable free time trying to make products I have purchased actually do what they were advertised to do. I am QUITE CERTAIN in ALL CASES, that any representatives advice on the subject would be that my stuff is too old and needs to be replaced by the NEW version of the same style of stuff.
I should mention at this point, that through Out the “service life” for all of this equipment, I have waited patiently for the companies to produce the updates necessary to fix all the BUGS in the software which prevented the hardware from working as it was supposed to. So here we are. We are now at a point where the hardware I have been trying to get working on my tiny insignificant little home network all to work together THROUGHOUT it's service life with ZERO success. Now, I don't know about the rest of you nice folks, but I'm not exactly technically challenged. I have a fairly decent amount of experience dealing with this crap. So it makes me stop to wonder......
JUST WHEN DID IT BECOME OK FOR COMPANIES TO STEAL FROM PEOPLE LIKE THIS?
I find it wholly unacceptable that one of my most favored games has seemingly locked me out of playing said game because of the built-in theft deterrent aspects of the software aren't working as intended. I cannot believe that untold numbers of the American public have been left holding unusable hardware or software after having paid for it with every reasonable expectation that the products should WORK.
I have been dying to get my hands on the latest generation of video gaming hardware and I am in desperate need of a new cell phone, laptop, and networking equipment. But you know what? I am not going to give ANY of these companies ONE WORTHLESS AMERICAN PENNY. I realize I am conceivably ALONE in this stance, but I REFUSE to continue to pay these companies for shit that doesn't WORK!
But then I thought about it and I realized, no, this is pandemic. This is the same situation as when I pull through a drive-through and open the wrapper on something as simple as a cheeseburger and find it is COLD, or that the fountain drink has such a GROSSLY out of whack mixture as to make it undrinkable.
It's everything and it's all around us. Nothing works. Nothing is good anymore, and what's more infuriating is that these companies expect us to shell out BIG TIME for these goods and services.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm drawing the line.
I'll not pay the money for new computers or game equipment or phone equipment that either fails or doesn't work. NOT GOING TO DO IT.
Until you can produce something of value, I'm SAVING my extremely hard earned cash. I have HAD IT............with designed obsolescence! If a product isn't solid, it has NO BUSINESS being sold to the public under the guise of something that is!
I pity the fool who approaches me with the desire to sell me an extended warranty. That poor soul is going to get flamed on a level that is likely completely inappropriate to the offense. I don't care.
Industry has decided in it's ultimate GREED that they will not sell us well constructed things anymore. What they are selling to us is the IDEA of whatever it is. We buy into the IDEA that we could have this item and we beg them to MAKE IT WORK! They then BLACKMAIL us for PROTECTION MONEY to ensure that our new shiny bauble WORKS!
IT's LUDICROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, Heads up to Industry: I'm holding you ACCOUNTABLE. RETRO ACTIVE. You get to burn me ONCE. After that, I will NEVER purchase anything from your “brand” AGAIN! Get it!?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Happy Anniversary!
Wow.
Amazing.
A simple vision I had of bringing some people I knew together has started to bear fruit.
WE BELONG .................to each other.
I want each and every single one of you to FEEL that.
Today is an anniversary for me/us. Three years ago today, I began the process of building this network.
I thought it was a just a dream that would fizzle and fade away like clearing smoke.
But, remarkably, it hasn't.
It has grown with each concurrent step I have made to expand it. So far, I have managed with your kind assistance to bring about 400 to 500 people into visual “earshot” of what we choose to talk about.
I have spent most of the time woolgathering in this network about life and philosophy, spirituality and music. I welcome an ongoing dialog from any of you, and encourage you to stretch out with your feelings. This is the place where there is no wrong answer, no question is inappropriate to tackle. This is for us. This is for me. This is for you to connect on/in/to. So until there is more interaction, I will continue to share my experience and my life, my fascinations and my love, with you.
Happy Anniversary. Thank you for sharing your experience, your heart, your self, and your love,
with me.
Love Chiron'
Amazing.
A simple vision I had of bringing some people I knew together has started to bear fruit.
WE BELONG .................to each other.
I want each and every single one of you to FEEL that.
Today is an anniversary for me/us. Three years ago today, I began the process of building this network.
I thought it was a just a dream that would fizzle and fade away like clearing smoke.
But, remarkably, it hasn't.
It has grown with each concurrent step I have made to expand it. So far, I have managed with your kind assistance to bring about 400 to 500 people into visual “earshot” of what we choose to talk about.
I have spent most of the time woolgathering in this network about life and philosophy, spirituality and music. I welcome an ongoing dialog from any of you, and encourage you to stretch out with your feelings. This is the place where there is no wrong answer, no question is inappropriate to tackle. This is for us. This is for me. This is for you to connect on/in/to. So until there is more interaction, I will continue to share my experience and my life, my fascinations and my love, with you.
Happy Anniversary. Thank you for sharing your experience, your heart, your self, and your love,
with me.
Love Chiron'
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Purple
If I remember correctly, in physics (or was it Astronomy?) I learned that the frequency of light radiation as it approaches us is colored blue. The frequency of light radiation that we see as a light source moves away from us is perceived as the color red. So, if we are studying these energies and recognizing that there is a relationship between the colors blue and red and their apparent indicated movement either towards or away from us, doesn't it beg the question about what color means to us in terms of sub light speed and direction? Okay, I know that statement doesn't lend itself to being very obvious, so lets come at it from a different direction ; ) .
What if all the items that are painted (seemingly) different colors actually are moving in our dimension based on the color that is reflected back to us? Maybe it happens so slow that we cannot perceive it?
If this wild ass theory actually has any ability to retain moisture, then it would raise some seriously bizarre and incredible questions. Such as: If stars that are blue are moving toward us, and stars that are red are moving away from us, what about stars that are purple? Purple is a color which is a mixture of both blue and red, which, (using our little model) would indicate to us that a star that is purple would be one that is both moving toward, AND away from us simultaneously!
Uh oh.
How could something move away from us and move toward us simultaneously? Well I guess it the only way to describe such a thing, would be that it actually existed in several spaces at once.
Uh oh again...
This is starting to sound a little like time travel? Something that has a foot in multiple dimensions?
Do you think this is why the color purple was considered sacred by the royalty, religious, astrologers and the wise alike?
Things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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What if all the items that are painted (seemingly) different colors actually are moving in our dimension based on the color that is reflected back to us? Maybe it happens so slow that we cannot perceive it?
If this wild ass theory actually has any ability to retain moisture, then it would raise some seriously bizarre and incredible questions. Such as: If stars that are blue are moving toward us, and stars that are red are moving away from us, what about stars that are purple? Purple is a color which is a mixture of both blue and red, which, (using our little model) would indicate to us that a star that is purple would be one that is both moving toward, AND away from us simultaneously!
Uh oh.
How could something move away from us and move toward us simultaneously? Well I guess it the only way to describe such a thing, would be that it actually existed in several spaces at once.
Uh oh again...
This is starting to sound a little like time travel? Something that has a foot in multiple dimensions?
Do you think this is why the color purple was considered sacred by the royalty, religious, astrologers and the wise alike?
Things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Rusty Gears
I sometimes have moments when I think I'm losing my mind, but then I have to wonder, was the moment I was thinking that I was losing my mind....one of those moments?
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