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    Cool Poetry and Prose

    “There is no unreturn’d love,” wrote Walt Whitman, “the pay is certain one way or another.” Maybe Jesus said. "He who is least selfish is most selfish." I know the Mayans say "Do not put yourself in front of your Self."

    Whitman was a medic in the Civil War and he gets it so right in these words.

    "Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through the fight;
    But the bravest press'd to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown."

    So much to say, the sun will rise
    Too soon old, and too late wise
    My innocence of youth or eigensinn
    Transformed between to frustratin'
    I cannot say I yet have gone
    To the final stage beyond all sin
    Early on, I knew John Donne

    The 60s past - I was born again
    By Steppenwolf my heart ran wild
    To California I 'felt' the rain
    Stormy called me her Mind Child

    Teilhard was easy to spirit raise
    Communes where the cows they graze
    A Flower Child asked me be day's mate
    I foolishly said I'd rather wait
    A truer love than in that field
    My life may truly never yield

    Yes, memories beyond the Bell's toll
    Of grains of sand between toes holes
    Tripping light and feeling high
    Knowing thoughts which reach the sky
    My middle years though seem to fly
    While looking back I wonder why
    I ever left my truth behind
    Acquiesced to the grind

    Now I'm oft in higher realms,
    Few are interesting enough
    To call my bluff
    All JUST stuff
    To try to hang on yonder elms

    The Maya got the essence RIGHT
    'Do not put self, in front of SELF'
    Welcome each and every night
    Be it waif or little elf
    Make LOVE not e'er take from the shelf
    A gun or bomb or fly on high
    Looking down see people cry

    Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching. —Satchel Paige

    “The TV business is a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a negative side.”
    Hunter S Thompson

    What greater love than knowing?
    What nicer need than caring?
    Sartre said: "Love is absent space."
    I know not how to grasp the grace
    No limits seen, your smiling face
    An end in sight to my brief race
    The soul awaits a collective grand
    And therein Peace at last to stand

    There'll come a day
    I'll know it when
    I hear you say
    We'll be there then

    Time is all we've left to spend
    Each moment valued ne're to end.

    “Who cares what the color means? How do you know what he meant to say? I mean, did he leave another book called "Symbolism in My Books?" If he didn't, then you could just be making all of this up. Does anyone really think this guy sat down and stuck all kinds of hidden meanings into his story? It's just a story.... But I think you are making all of this symbolism stuff up. I don't believe any of it.”
    ― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

    And we wonder why there is so much ignorance in this world. If one asks what she means about 'know'ing what would she say? Would it involve something like - "I want to know what I can use to make money or get a correct answer. I don't care if it is what the author meant so long as my fellow man agrees." What crap!


    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I watered it in fears,
    Night and morning with my tears;
    And I sunned it with smiles,
    And with soft deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an apple bright.
    And my foe beheld it shine.
    And he knew that it was mine,

    And into my garden stole
    When the night had veiled the pole;
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


    William Blake


    Who can say that today
    I did not do what's RIGHT?
    It's me who sleeps with me, tonight
    I think I may,
    I hope I might
    Endure in truth, and not to fight
    Others say I cannot DO
    More never thought to try
    Which brings me, I thus do cry
    That is OK, I'll not eschew

    At the moment after death
    Maybe ten minutes from a breath
    When soul has looked back
    To forward go along the track
    To open energy collective felt
    And ego then it will be melt

    Will I have done enough to KNOW
    No more to Earth for soul to grow

    "What then am I? And where am I? If, on the one hand, I take myself as I am to myself, I find sky and clouds, trees and houses, furniture, this sheet of paper and its inkmarks; and all of these, though primarily belonging here at the centre, I scatter as if by a centrifugal machine, leaving the centre itself unoccupied. If, on the other hand, I take myself as I am to others, I am a host of creatures of all shapes and sizes; and all of these, though they belong out there, I pull in to me here as if by a centripetal machine, leaving not one of them at large in the world. Which of these two pictures, equally odd and yet (it seems) equally unavoidable, is the true portrait of me?" - V. Hugo

    It is almost futile to ask a believer to think
    I am so stupid must I be driven to drink
    The water from the lips of Jesus
    Or wine he made to often please us

    There is a Jesus they do not want to know
    A man, they could learn and thus to grow
    Instead they presume to speak FOR him
    Removing from his face the simple grin
    Making me a lot more grim
    This world I wish I was not in.
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    Following upon the wisdom of Satchel Paige above,
    I dance with the devil even if it'll hurt
    I make myself a loving flux,
    I tell all who listen about real LOVE
    They argue ad hominems used so curt
    I know they've never had my sweet carass
    They suffer blindly, think I'm an ass
    It is more than me - the truthful crux.


    Hey what! You here, dear fellow! You, in a house of ill fame? You, the drinker of quintessences! You, the ambrosia eater? Really, this takes me by surprise.
    (Charles Baudelaire, "Loss of Halo," Petits Poèmes en prose)

    "What hour it was I cannot certainly tell; philosophers will agree more often than clocks; but it was between midday and one after noon. "Clumsy creature!" you say. "The poets are not content to describe sunrise and sunset, and now they even disturb the midday siesta. Will you thus neglect so good an hour?"" - Lucius Seneca


    But it is precisely modernity that is always quoting primeval history. This happens through the ambiguity attending the social relationships and products of this epoch. Ambiguity is the pictorial image of dialectics, the law of dialectics seen at a standstill. This standstill is utopia and the dialectical image therefore a dream image. Such an image is presented by the pure commodity: as fetish. Such an image are the arcades, which are both house and stars. Such an image is the prostitute, who is saleswoman and wares in one.
    (Walter Benjamin, Reflections, 157)

    I know if those people in high places who are saying robots are a good evolutionary advancement really understood how far we humans can go - in every way including self-healing - there would be more money spent on trying to make Chardin and Bucky's vision of a World Mind come to fruition.

    It is so sad that so many people will never be healed through sexual union just because they do not attune themselves to even the possibility of such a thing. Of course doctors will not easily explain such things at risk of losing more than their license - see Wilhelm Reich.

    Just because we can use words to describe people who say they follow a certain path does not mean they are truly on that path or even that they care even a little about what that path entails.

    http://www.williamjames.com/History/SHAMANS.htm

    Psychedelics - Ayahuasca Explorations

    In the following blog we see people who may know something even though they spell psychedelic wrong. I think the first person makes a good point about people (Hancock, McKenna, Icke) ripping off and losing the real benefit of the culture the sacred potion comes from. I know Don Juan used mescaline to take Carlos away from his materialistic focus but stopped drug use thereafter. I trust Aldous Huxley did not go far off the deep end. I certainly think these drugs have helped humanity see things and do things that did enhance their lives throughout human evolution.

    As the person talks about the context of the culture I think that includes spiritual guides and attunements passed down with the nature around them. A visitor would take a long time to get that as much as might be necessary and excess drug use would not help. It probably is a genetic transfer of information just as the monkey babies who were taken to an area they had never been in Japan but they knew where the food was left by humans because their parents had known it. More to the point - I would only trust the outcome if hard factual evidence was gleaned or located - and I do not think it is the case with Hancock, Icke or Mc Kenna. LSD is the best cure for alcoholism and it was stupid to stop using it for what it was designed for.

    For the locals with a focus on these rituals and associated dancing etc - major difference and growth potential such as you see the old man in Australia moving the fire to John Glenn passing overhead in Mercury or the movie The Right Stuff. The adepts who learn the old ways can do what Crocodile Dundee did with the Water Buffalo in his path - this I am certain about as I am with affecting the wind and rain for Druids like St. Columba. In short I am not 100 % certain Hancock is not learning and getting some valid insights to past or very distant anthropological knowledge. I have experienced bibliomantic things of a similar and amazing sort. I am not the MOST gifted person who ever did these things. I have never used anything more than marijuana - but some of it was cured with LSD or opiates etc. I really did not heighten my insight by their use.

    http://www.newagefraud.org/smf/index...c=4585.55;wap2

    Now you may think genetic info transfer such as the schools set up by St. Germain in Vienna which I have written about in some of my books (Including those on Hitler) is pure poppycock. I know there is this kind of thing in my life.

    Here is research which explains it genetically, but you have to combine what I said above - they are just starting to find out these things (like the lymph system to brain and psychic points as well as chakra stuff I have reported). I am not kidding - I know more about this stuff than the people spending billions of bucks on it.

    "The research published in the open access journal Genome Biology focuses on the use of horizontal gene transfer, the transfer of genes between organisms living in the same environment.

    'This is the first study to show how widely horizontal gene transfer (HGT) occurs in animals, including humans, giving rise to tens or hundreds of active 'foreign' genes,' said lead author Alastair Crisp from the University of Cambridge.

    'Surprisingly, far from being a rare occurrence, it appears that HGT has contributed to the evolution of many, perhaps all, animals and that the process is ongoing, meaning that we may need to re-evaluate how we think about evolution.'



    Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencete...#ixzz3ugc10efc "

    Beautiful Dreamer:

    The Civil War was a cauldron horrific
    One medical helper in it 'came terrific
    Richard Maurice Bucke says he was Jesus-like
    'Cosmically Conscious' even riding a bike
    The Collective Unconscious not yet spoken about
    Bucke was the top psychiatrist there can be no doubt
    Why did later journals eradicate his contributions grand
    This is no laughing matter and I an accounting do demand
    This medic made great poetry much more than I can do
    You could even say in comparison mine is mere do-do

    I recommend the movie Beautiful Dreamers
    Though focused on London Asylum screamers
    There Walt Whitman thought and with his friend
    Brought strait-jackets and worse to an end
    Cavorting physically and swimming nude
    Some people found this man quite crude
    Bi-sexual or a simple 'gay'
    I truly cannot really say.

    His influence thorough, and humaneness
    Has uplifted many from a great mess
    His prose is greater than what we call a muse
    You sometimes you'll become amuse'd
    Society should hold him above most heroes
    Warriors and Kings are mostly zeroes
    I do truly 'bless his heart'
    He put the horse before the cart
    Whitman died before my birth
    I would have loved to share his mirth.


    It will not be reason which allows us to 'find each other'.
    I can't know your soul if there is nothing more than me
    WE will not grasp enough for ALL to see, what a life can truly BE.
    No analysis or structured nature nascent lives 'within'
    If we all won't look past our colours skin so thin
    And know each past life combined to make your mother.

    Jung and Blake more than I will achieve, or care to fully try
    So many pop songs would do better than Northrop Frye.

    It might be worth a try for us to see what they offer
    To eschew pursuits of Croessus and Midas' coffer.

    "Go, tell them that the Worship of God, is honouring his gifts

    In other men: & loving the greatest men best, each according

    To his Genius: which is the Holy Ghost in Man; there is no other

    God, than that God who is the intellectual fountain of Humanity;


    --Jerusalem

    Was there ever a greater bard and psychologist?


    Will there be eve'more

    Who but he can express the rage?

    While still the trials e're do crave

    To make all truth fit in their myth

    To force all men to fit
    .......... their shit

    And Kings now shiver outside the gates

    St. Peter he who saw their fates

    Has let this one man off his stage

    I love this man, but I do rave!


    A ditty serves to make things clearer
    About my thought which I hold nearer

    Hearken here to hear the call
    Of those who know not what the thrall
    Of witches round you, cauldron make
    Or e'en their mind why it should quake


    ‘ECCE HOMO, ECCUMENICO EST’:

    Creative impulses seem much more
    Than what humans seek to store
    If we see where it comes from
    Will it make our minds succumb?
    To things perceived, not understood
    To put it simply – just be good
    Trite expressions, clichéd nomenclature
    Jargon, ‘New Age’, anaphoristic vernacular
    Perhaps better than the past priesthood
    We must vigilantly live with ‘Brotherhood’.

    No one is better deep within
    Enable everyone to chin
    UP!
    Way up!
    Feel the heavens creative sway
    Do not focus on one day
    Bring men past mediocrity
    Allow all women to be free.

    Our science brings us closer yet
    To G-d in truth, I’ll make a bet
    Eschew the callous callow leeches
    Who cull the Earth as they beseech us
    As Jesus said it is ‘within’
    Buddha surely agreed with him
    Let’s end the denominational prejudices
    Accept there is only one true Path
    End the endless expressing of wrath
    Based on stupid religious differences!
    Last edited by R_Baird; 04-07-2016 at 12:57 PM.

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