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.
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.
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.
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 "
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;
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
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!
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