Sananda Maitreya
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Ladies and caterpillars of society, I present to you, possibly, AN EXCESS OF REASON!
IT IS NOT CHEATING IF YOU THOUGHT OF IT FIRST !
I work for the long hand of time and not its short hand. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. UNLESS, you happen to be the bird in hand. And you have other plans.
Pulling a rabbit out of a hat is easy. It is matching the rabbit with the right product placement that is hard. Paying conscious attention shows value for the EVOLUTION we've gained. …. and from this grows valor and other fruits of honor. As you have spoken up for other men, so shall other men speak up for you. Indolence disturbs analysis. The word, BUT. Just one little word, though a massively divisive one in concept. And trust me, pulling a rabbit out of a hat is a lot easier and less time consuming than pulling a rabbit out of a Porsche. The only thing harder is pulling one out of a paternity suit. Which comes complete with a hat. As soon as you write it down, someone has already outgrown it. We cower most towards other cowards. Cowards are drawn to one another. In my experience, GUNS DO NOT KILL PEOPLE, middle management does! It seems that, THE MORE YOU HAVE TO LOSE, the more forms to fill out. Poor BLACK EXPRESSION, before it even gets out of bed to put its clothes on, there are already people peering into the window, through the blinds with binoculars, to see what it will be wearing and how it might possible stop or contain it. And if they cannot dress it, they may as well shoot at it. OR, they'll send the NEW UNCLE TOMS to guilt you up. The ones which now come in hip hop colors and spewing separatist black nationalism on behalf of the man's ancient policy holding us as far back in the race as is possible, while others advance at the expense of our uncertainty. Dedicated, the portions of these writings are, to my erstwhile government monitors. When tyranny wears the mask of compassion, it often takes the form that POLITICAL CORRECTNESS now assumes. Whereby we are taught, ANOTHER FORM OF polite LYING and willful blindness which leads to more blindness, as from itself it stems. Just tell the truth. Calling a spade a spade benefits both you and the spade, and if the spade sees himself as a club, that's their problem and not yours. Show me CHARISMA, and I'll show you the other side of the coin that is MANIC DEPRESSION. Show us a visionary, and we'll show you someone blinded by the cost of their own dreams. What greatly disappoints me about science and technology as I get older is that after all of the innovations and strides of the previous years, we still never got, the grand prize which were PROMISED to my generation of men, to wit, X-RAY SPEX !!! Yes, I'm impressed by eye retinal recognition security systems, night vision goggles, and the Ipad and all of that is cool Amazing advances in electronic heart implants and various inventions created from the sorcery of science. STILL, where are the glasses which I can put on and see through a woman's clothing, which helped to sell all of those comic books when we were a child? See through walls, see through negligees. To see through bank vaults and the like and such. When shall we breech the final frontier of visionary eyewear? Boldly taking us into the future, where time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping. We are always marketed what we think we might want instead of being given what we want. Keep the world. We want, X RAY SPEX. And we want them now. 3D? You gotta be joking! And BEFORE we get caught up in 3D, how about making some eyewear to accompany the film whereby one might be able to see, the PLOT. That would be very helpful. When we can see that, then we'll talk about 3D. I could give a damn about gay marriage as long as it doesn't produce more record company A&R men, who if ONE MORE, phones up and asks if we wish to make a DISCO record, we will join the Ku Klux Klan (as a part of their multicultural outreach program)! The MEDIOCRITIZATION of the world is the real conspiracy. The 'blanding' out of everything, until the soul can only be aroused by pills. MEDIOCRITY RULES!
David had to figure a way to fight Goliath, once the challenge were on. In those days, it were difficult to study film of your opponents because film was very, very rare and therefore prohibitively expensive, even for young Kings. Young King David had research done and found out that the last and so far only man to whip Goliath was a brave young lad not too far away in a village neighboring his restive kingdom. He sent for the young lad, a mite smaller than even the diminutive king, and with the features of a peach faced boy, and were told that the secret of his victory against the giant, had been a giant white horse. We now turn you over to the FRED OF CONTINUITY. Take it away Fred!
The SKIPPING STONES COMPETITION has been CANCELLED this year after environmental groups managed to successfully block the event by arguing that the skipped stones posed a potential threat to surface feeding fish and algae life. A marine animal might get hit in the head by a stone, which as one tree hugger mentioned in earnest, was the equivalent of a “man getting hit in the head as our prophet David, slew Goliath, and smote him.” It were also noted that the sudden tense ripples caused by the stones might upset the emotional equilibrium of the pond's delicate natural eco-system. Thieves exist. The question is: how much do we cheat ourselves?
I do not own a gun. I am not a gun guy. But how can any reasonable person, given the model of the world we now live in, look a man in the eye and ask him to give up his LAST SURE FIRE LINE OF DEFENSE, in protection of that which he covets most? To wit, his family, loved ones, property, home, assets and perhaps most importantly, his family honor? If you too are a man, you cannot. It runs counter to a man's sense of provision to be expected to stand down from his deepest nature and leave possible danger to pursue happenstance. Not to mention, small thing though it be, THE CONSTITUTION agrees. This office suggests again, that when the LIONS ARE UNSURE, the whole jungle trembles with anxiety. Recording artists almost never escape the whims of how the shareholders wish to contain them. One day your boss is an idiot who overvalues you, the next day replaced by the new boss who under values you with shrugs and dismissals, ill timed coughs and answers, and has absolutely no idea of who you are. And little balls to take responsibility for it.
TREEHOUSE PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS (the Director's Cut) of: It did at some point dawn on the SPEEDSTER, that he would never catch up to the other car ahead of him since he were already in the car which he were chasing. There WERE no other car, the speedster was chasing his shadow. There were two cars in his mind, but just one on the road. Though why should he get treatment for being possibly BI-POLAR, if he can get away with thinking he owns two great cars for the price of one? TWITTER.com? Cool. No problem, but I'm looking for something more commensurate with my age, experience and where I am in life. Something more compatible with my reality. I am thinking about replacing my Twitter account with, BITTER.Com! 13 characters or less, and NO vowels, just consonants and symbols (ç@#à[]+ˆ¶ù$). If you cannot hang with it, it is not for you. Curmudgeons of the world, unite! A smart COWBOY doesn't only look at the girl, no matter how fine. He also considers the horse she rode in on. Look at the positive. You are not losing hair, you are rapidly growing scalp! Growth is good! In a NUTSHELL, (though we may require a little more space than that): No middle ground exists, if you fall asleep to evil, you wake up to evil, and EVERY TIME. Life is a funny girl. See her as she is, without makeup, and she and her people start calling you names. And they keep a library full of references for just that purpose. MASTERAZOFF, please pick up the white courtesy phone, your karma is calling, and it's kind of pissed. But while you wait on hold, CONSIDER THIS: 2 GIANT CARROTS JUMP OUT OF A SPACESHIP, startling the LIVING DAYLIGHTS!!!!! out of a VEGETARIAN gathering MUSHROOMS from the FIELDS. Before the VEGGIE can even gather his wits (he were heard muttering to himself, 'lettuce pray'), THE 2 towering CARROTS say to him, “DON'T WORRY, WE COME IN PEAS”. Asthma often courts a child that has to swallow too much pride, and too many thought bubbles. Asthma also courts the highly creative child for whom expression is a means to an end, but thwarted. It can also attend those who feel emotionally crowded out of their own lives. It can be dealt with, it ain't nothing but a thing. It just may be that a misstep is a half step in the right direction. Dedicated to all incoming and outgoing LETIZIA'S. They know who they are. And we thank them for looking out while they were there. And remember, one man's meat is another man's abstract structural format analyzer and fertilizer mechanism. This aphorism also comes in FARSI and URDU translations. It is also available in Blu-Ray. All formats. ...And in CHINA, one man's meat is another man's dog which was sent out to bring in the newspapers from the curb, poor thing, and never returned. If you are willing to take NO for an answer, then it wasn't your question. If it is yours, it is never NO, it is about WHEN? PATIENCE is every hunter's first great catch. Bag patience first and the rest will follow. A BIRD IN THE HAND IS WORTH 2 IN THE BUSH, unless that bird shits a lot. Imagine the indignity and the embarrassment of being the pig with the same apple in its mouth that it took to lure him into the kitchen in the first place. Like eating horse, with the fresh carrots that led them to the slaughterhouse on the side with the mashed potatoes. Where determination exceeds caution, nuggets of inspiration are. Your imagination can only be kept well attended by the works of the great grand American maestra, EUDORA WELTY. This will count as 10% of your final literature score.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A WOMAN?
I once lived around the corner from one of the world's all time greatest surfers, LAIRD HAMILTON. And yes Virginia (this ain't West Virginia), I too idolized him like a bronzed Roman. He's a dude's dude, all dude and all the time. AND his taste in babes matches his legend, as it should be required of all heroes. And his wife GABBY, were a goddess, like she should have been, as well an athletic superstar. He is also a master's master. And as sharp as anyone from Harvard. I love surfers, a similar outlook and 'bent' to my own. Speaking of bent, just make sure that when you buy weed from surfers, you check first to make sure that it is dry. This has been a public service announcement. We love music magazines. We don't read them, we use them for rolling them up and killing mosquitos. It really works! ALSO IN OSLO! (though but for one night only). Only thieves look for the EASY LIFE. The good life requires gardening and sweat, a little toil as one clears the soil. The easy life takes more than it gives in return. As we clear a path for ourselves, we become surer, our lives become clearer, to see, to feel, to know. The process looks after itself. Always aim to remain most faithful to who you know you are. It pays off in time. It is OK if you are SCHIZOPHRENIC, as long as you can get the others to agree that YOU are the one in charge of the committee. Put those bitches to work, and now you've got a TEAM. And as it comes to pass, the CANARY doesn't care if he gets on the miner's nerves. He only cares that he gets their attention, and gets to their nerves BEFORE the gas does. Where TIME and attention are spent, seeds are sown.
And the final philosophy becomes this: ….and in any event, even the most beautiful philosophies of our spring spent youths become a barrel of monkeys in time, and a pain in the barrel to keep up with. This is why, an exhausted mind is often it's own blessing to its self. An exhausted mind stays put and as a consequence might be more easily reached by the ghosts of inspiration chasing it. Just as it might be a little harder for us to receive our packages, if we are never home, when the mailman arrives. The greatest time machine yet invented is the human mind. With it, we can place ourselves anywhere at anytime, the limits being but what we dare to imagine. And time itself bows in respect to the will and determination of a lucid mind. And nature herself bends over backwards to protect it. Determination and not chance controls the wheel of evolution. Although falling asleep for too long at the wheel grants chance too many rolls of the dice.
Either way, according to the law of the jungle, we pay.
Cosmic calculus presents:
...and by subtraction,
THE FEWER LAWS, RORY GALLAGHER. NOTES FROM SAN FRANCISCO. Thank me later. If you laid out all the fools of earth end on end, it would stretch for as long as it took for one fool to see the irony in being so easy a fool to lay down and be counted in the first place. And end to end, like some idiot. True outlaws never break laws that they do not feel are already broken. Broken promises between the people, and those that control and stifle the law. The answers to the quiz are BOBBY WOMACK. The other answer is PAUL WELLER. You will be graded not on the answer, already given, but on the question, which is up to you. For extra credit, the final answer is a MOTOWN ANTHOLOGY. If your home does not have one, shame on you. And to the fabulously underrated grand master of saxophone, JUNIOR WALKER, a shout out of respects!
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According to McCAMBRIDGE, THE MOLE,
ROSES ARE RED The best way to change the rules of the game is to ignore them. Shortcuts don't usually add up to much and often lead to a hole. The only short cuts that matter, we call INSPIRATION. Having said that, the right hole is often a good place to rest, if you get there before the mole. We are not very good at taking NO for an answer if the answer comes from someone else and not us.
Cut to a nature scene in closeup. 2 Osprey's are in a tree flapping their wings in a nature ritual and getting busy.
This next question will comprise 10% of your final score, AND TO BEAR ARMS, is also a term which carries a military implication. It suggests not only having the right to own arms, but the right to BEAR them, in a PARADE context. When you bear arms, next you present arms. This implies that the framers of the Constitution understood that a community has the right to protect its culture and way of life against the tyranny of government and government's paymasters. One thief comes to steal your silverware, another to reduce your rights. What do they potentially have in common? Buckshot in both their buns. To lie about their size and get away with it, men invented PANTS. Oh to return to those glorious days when EVE had no other woman to compare herself with and no media to challenge her self regard. She also thought of the bruising challenge inherent in raising and training two boys who both hate the other, to be BLACKSMITHS. At least there was the consolation that after ADAM came out of the closet and declared his love for STEVE, Eve never worried about being embarrassed by another young model with skinnier hips and a cellulite resistant butt. Though in equal fairness to ADAM, he did approach EVE earlier about his fetish, though she refused to dress up like a caveman wearing studded sandals merely to arouse her sexually ambitious husband, and play third wheel. Besides, since Cain had killed Abel, then left home to become a tax collector, STEVE, she had to admit, WAS very useful around the house and in helping ADAM fish and track and capture other wild meats and fine game. Mermaids gather beneath waterfalls. It can be said that they are born of waterfalls, except for the deep sea variety, who are born from giant clams. If you are looking for mermaids, wait beneath a waterfall. Otherwise, be patient, they also incarnate and take human lives. Many of our leading actresses and models are mermaids, spending some dry time on land, and helping to move us through our processes. And clearly MICHAEL PHELPS and his ilk are MERMEN. Then again, so was ETHEL. The closest science to music is ASTROPHYSICS. It's closest parallel otherwise is Joke number 6. When talent gets crucified (and dyed, dried and laid over to the side), the reason isn't because it is being subversive, but because it is ahead of the money. Which to the corporate world is subversive so we guess we contradict ourselves. If you are ahead of the money structure, it makes all the same difference that you call yourself JESSE JAMES. 2 guys are sitting next to each other in a prison cell, connected by the same crime, though separated by time. One, a robber was too far BEHIND the money and got 'nabbed' like Donovan. The other is there because he was too far AHEAD of the coin, and likewise had to be put away. Timing as they say, is everything. And while the original are taunted and kept under wraps, the thieves are actually rewarded, the degree to which they can successfully steal from one another. Welcome to the end of days. Study your interests, expand them. Be more curious and never settle for knowledge. ALL KNOWLEDGE IS TEMPORARY. One man's knowledge, is another man's idea of a joke. If you believe in SAINTS, then trust that they worry MORALITY a lot less than they worry EFFECTIVENESS. There is no moral law more important than the law of getting it done. If few people are saying it, then, YOU GET TO SAY IT LOUDER! Likewise, sometimes the more music you hear, the more you duplicate. The LESS you hear, the more you can invent. Life, like HOMEOPATHY, is a matter of measures and doses. The theory being that TOO MUCH POISON KILLS, though JUST ENOUGH, might spur you on, and move other poisons out. To be grounded in a love rooted in discipline is the greatest love of all. Looking behind you can lead to walking in circles. Vision comes with hindsight, though not when you are looking for it. You cannot come to hindsight, it must come to you. One dreamer's horizon is another dreamer's footstool. Don't be the second dreamer, but the first. Clowns are happy because they get to make a joke of sadness. Clowns are sad because the pay is shit. A clear head is worth all the money that you can pay for it. A clear conscience is priceless. Myth and legend are milk from the breast of truth. Our history are in its ferments. Suck. There is no contradiction, EVOLUTION IS heaven's business. A Cowboy has a more pragmatic view. When a fine lady rides up on a horse, he sizes up the horse as well. Why just the one when you might have the both to appreciate? A good deal is a good deal. I know that some of these have been written before. It's the fault of my evil twin, who demands equal time, sometimes, half the time it seems, most of the time. I would have dismissed him through exorcism and medications years ago, but the problem is, his penis is much larger than mine. And gains are gains. We were taught in the HALLS OF AMENTI (we went to night school there), NEVER GIVE UP GAINS. All gains are evolutionary. As well as propriatary. (As it pertains to our 'vices')- WHAT GETS IN GODS WAY HE REMOVES, the rest we can keep. Mainly we do not struggle with habits and addictions. We struggle with our vanity. And all of the feeble judgments attached to it which can suck it dry like a vampire. And though we may be a puzzle to ourselves, the good news is that the pieces are still there! And piece by piece, we give ourselves back to ourselves and in so doing, the picture becomes complete. Very important documents will be available online describing new controversial techniques concerning male impotence and premature ejaculation. The report will be made public on DIKI LEAKS!! We can disclose with our high security level clearance an important fact that all citizens should be aware of, as it IS of concern to national security. We can say with absolute certainty that Secretary of State HILLARY CLINTON'S pantsuits are made and designed by NASA! Especially the ones she wears out in public. The material was first tried out on the first astronauts during the initial space shuttle operations. The model was finally successfully fitted after finding a suitable black woman astronaut with a comparable figure who didn't mind wearing the outfit while it were being perfected. It actually comes with a remote control handled only by the secret service that even the former President Bubba is denied access to. Among other features it is said to repel winds, gravy and render incoming or outgoing gaseous leakage, neutral. It also successfully deters wine stains, which is of great importance to diplomats. Naturally it repels bullets and contains recordings of subliminal messages regarding avoiding the overeating of chocolate chip cookies. In an emergency, it can operate like something akin to MARY POPPINS, a propeller comes out from the back neckline and she lifts off in her shrapnel proof extremely high tech NASA made pantsuit, cackling like the imperturbable icon that she is, while the now mirrored reflective surface of her clothing blinds those trying to follow her ascent as it blends into the clouds. Don't even ask about the shoes. I don't have that level of clearance. I am told that the sole and heel contains a rolling foot massager which can also print out emails and guess your weight within a half ounce.
The Golden Goose retired to another farm after he escaped. The stress got to him. It were not enough that he lay golden eggs, that were the easy part. The difficult part were that the eggs were expected to conform to the exact size and shape of the company paradigm, had to be exactly 13 ounces, and had to be able to fit through the machines and the shrink wrap. Not to mention, had to be strong enough to stand up to truck transport. For the goose, this were all a bit too much. He were never warned about this in geese school, nor were there manuals available to help acclimate a goose to the pressures and shifting trends of the larger goose world, the 'GOOSOPOLIS' and its business tendencies. You simply got signed on to a farm and you laid your golden eggs. THEN they start complaining about the shape, instead of praising the shine, and next thing you know, constipation steps in. Never seeming to contemplate, do they, that there might be those come to market, who like the idea of square shaped golden eggs, or ones in the form of small pyramids. NO, that just won't do.
Place a light on a flat surface, the light follows the flat line.Punch a hole in the surface and the light pours into the hole. Light follows a hole, and that hole is our pain. Light heals what it flows through as a feature and courtesy of light. Our light is crystalized by our wounds and glows in the colors it traps, our pain being but one of the primary colors light uses to paint the backdrop of life. One man's thought bubble is another man's rain cloud.
We see it in our minds and know that it is true. There ARE clouds of despair. Certainly there are clouds of doom, which can seem to hover above us like seasonal rains. And more than a few can attest to the presence of jinx clouds, heavy and dripping with the swelling moisture of menace. And the black cloaked cloud of depression, which can swoop down all suddenly and like a falcon snatch a mouse from your hand. Yet, if all of these be real, we mustn't forget those other clouds. In order to turn atrocity into ASTRO CITY, you have to stick your S in there. And it's all or nothing. I cannot write for too much longer or I risk to inflame my TENNYSON ELBOW. We can sober up more quickly when we are in love with our life. And ANYTHING at all, is much harder to kick while you are still kicking yourself.
LOVE IS THE AMOEBA!
Karen Carpenter is a goddess to me (I need them to keep my pillows fluffed with dreams), and we were there before it got cool, or before she became 'shorthand' for a subculture, so don't get me started.
But check out the dude that wrote some of the Carpenter's great songs, ROGER WILLIAMS. The key to raising anyone's intelligence is raising their LEVEL OF INTEREST. And that's a no brainer. Wankers travel in packs. No more intelligence is required by life than for us to know who we are and what we want. More intelligence than we need otherwise confuses, stalls and acts as blocks to attainment. And more games are based on what you THINK you know than what we do know in fact. Jealousy is human, but is often a consequence of paying too much attention to someone else's life instead of your own. Keep your eyes on your own ball, or you lose the dribble. ROCK AND ROLL IS NOT THE DEVIL'S MUSIC. Disco is. The future can be no different from the past if you are always looking back. These last sentiments brought to you by our proud new sponsors, the KYM MICHAEL IMBALANCE GROUP. As well as our new partners, LENNY R. REALITY REALTY. Death by natural cause doesn't come cheap. We always have enough warriors to fight, not always enough to waste. Transformation is harvest. Order need not always be maintained by denying. Sometimes ORDER is better maintained and encouraged by allowance and trust. An over regulated people are an over agitated one, and more reflexive. More and not less air is how we all breathe a little easier, and economy, when allowed, follows flow.
Developing a conscience too late,
For the truth, fiction, is another form of diction. I am known for taking RISKS. But chances I never take unless I must. Experience is the rooster that teaches the difference between the two. COCK-A DODDLE-DOO! Take heed; The mind can only be distracted by what it DOESN'T have. It is what it DOES have, that haunts it. A child is often less haunted by who leaves, than who stays. Try not to define your camel too early. Sometimes it winds up with a few more humps than you expected. MR. FREEZE turns to the young Mr. Freeze, about to leave their cozy icy home for the very first time, to begin his own life as a man, and reminds him, 'Now son, don't forget to show some HUMIDITY from time to time. A little humidity goes a long way.'
The artist greeted his friend in the park. Who couldn't help but notice that, attached to the artist like a kite, was a large, threatening and sulphuric THICK NEON BLACK CLOUD (registered trademark), courtesy of the artist's time spent with a certain electric company. From the point of his departure from said electric company which shall not be named, but might be assumed, the cloud followed him as a silent menacing escort wherever he appeared, it were even attached to its own rain machine, courtesy of assumed electric company's connection to one of the satellite grids which orbits the earth. AND, better yet, it were NEON! Truth to word, we are even more blinded by what WE DO SEE, than by what we can't see. FREEDOM can be its own form of pain. Freedom's closest ally is not LIBERTY, but confusion. And in order to arrive at liberty, there are many fields of confusion to cross. LIMITATIONS are guidelines, and not the final law. And we break past old limitations only to arrive at new ones. Pulling a rabbit from a hat is the easy part. It is getting it to sign the release forms that's hard. I graduated from a school of DOLPHINS, and they told me this; JONI MITCHELL,'THE HISSING OF SUMMER LAWNS', bitches! You will be quizzed on this later! Really, Hillary Clinton's pantsuits are mandated by NASA. And if you look close enough, it is not a hump in her back, it is her emergency JETPACK.
The same school of dolphins told me about the LOTROMIN LOBSTERS. Story goes that two lobsters are first meditating, before one turns to the other and says, 'Is it me, or has this fish tank really shrunk and gotten really suffocating?' Replies the second lobster, “Dude, we are not in a fish tank anymore, we are in the toilet bowl. You said, 'let's go lobster zen and see if we can transport ourselves into that creamy white bowl, and expand it'. So now here we are, in this lavatory bowl, and with, you can see, VERY LITTLE SPACE, to move about in”. 'WOW! You mean that meditation worked?' Asked lobster, the first. “Clearly it did”, replied lobster the second. The first lobster confided to lobster the second, that in reality, it were not the toilet bowl that he'd been aiming for but instead, the creamy white sugar bowl on the far counter by the window near the sink, where the chef keeps it. Next to a bowl of lemons. The money NEVER changed hands, it changed PANTS. It liked a change of pants from time to time, though it was never much in favor of changing hands. What's wrong with the hands I already have?, asks the money. The money changes gloves occasionally, though again, THE MONEY NEVER CHANGES HANDS. It changes shoes all the time. It can afford it and it likes to.
Take a globe. Any globe, but preferably, a round one. Shine a spotlight on Spain. Leave the spotlight, but now turn the globe so that the light shines on Britain. This gave me an idea. How do the Brits attain more summer sun? Same principle. But it requires a simple sacrifice. You would need at least 3.5 million participants, all with a good pair of running shoes, or failing that, tough leathery feet. They would all need to be facing agreeably northwards, and all at roughly the same time. All they need to do is to begin running in place. Vigorously. For an equivalent 5 miles, then a short break, after which, another 5 miles, and so on until the relative length spanning Britain and Spain has been covered. Particularly should heavy industrial traffic be avoided on the roads and railways for the necessary length of time, as you'd imagine rolling a globe, the earth SHOULD begin to move beneath the feet of the runners in place, as were they on a treadmill. YES, THE EARTH IS A GIANT TREADMILL! The earth rotates to the speed of us running after it. Slow your roll, and the earth rolls towards, and not away from you. Selfish has its place. It is simply to know what the self needs in any given moment of circumstance, and the willingness to comply without excessive judgment. And then when NOT being selfish is important, we go there. The school of dolphins taught me that no fish can survive very well out of water, without learning how and when to be a SELFISH. And sometimes our most selfish acts are those we produce for others. After having studied and surmised many masters from all walks of life and in all disciplines, we conclude that one cannot be great, unless one believes and trusts in something great. And the one magnetizes the other to its faithful bosom. Tangible or intangible, it must be there. We largely do not see through our own eyes, but through our concepts. The good news is that once the mind tires of concepts, old vision breaks down and we begin to actually see things as they are, whether they match our former concepts view or not. It is a great blessing to the mind that eventually, it bores of philosophy and simply wishes to see life as it is, as all philosophy, all concept, is just precondition and prejudice standing guard at the mind's temples of reason, and barking at what threatens its hegemony. The SADO-MASOCHISTS, will always have a place in the parade of restoring government to its people. It takes those willing to take and absorb the necessary beat down received when challenging any institution to stay in its lanes and not take over the entire road like a lumbering 18 wheeler. You need people who actually LIKE getting beat, and returning the fire when aroused. You need those just psychopathic enough to immolate themselves if required, who announce that they are there to shake things up and who STILL, leaves a home address after the warning. You need crazy, and LOTS of commitment. The focussed use of idiots is also a deadly political weapon. Again, the law of averages are for those who lack imagination. Aim your spear, find your target, and throw it. Throw it again. Then spare a reflection for the indomitable RATTLESNAKE, who had always dreamt of being in a merengue band, making himself useful as a musician, making beautiful music while people danced. Once upon a time, before its dream took hold, it were just another well patterned slithery snake hiding in the brush like all the other garden variety snakes and salamanders trying to pass themselves off as snakes, though the other snakes with the usual shakes weren't buying it. But then, JUST LIKE IN STORIES SUCH AS THESE, the snake woke up one day after a nighttime visit from the reptile fairies, and found to his immense gratitude and delight, at the end of his tail, his very own set of maracas. HE NOW possessed A RATTLE! And boy did that rattle possess him! He became a mainstay at the clubs after that, putting in much time learning the complex merengue rhythms he wished to master, so that, with a band, he could fulfill his greatest dream. And he did. He now has his own band and takes bookings. And he does quite well. His revue is called the 'sssSNAKE, RATTLE AND ROLL REVUE'. The music is heavy on rhythm, if quite light on irony. He also, not coincidentally, has a strong following among stutterers. But the toughest part wasn't realizing his dream of becoming a musician. The toughest part was getting his Musician's Union card, and then convincing his health insurance carrier that his rattle was a war wound and that his hiss, was a nervous condition, thereby increasing his monthly benefits. You can't please them all, so why try? Undoubtedly, even at the MIRACLE OF THE 2 FISH AND 5 LOAVES OF BREAD, whereby legend has it that Jesus fed the multitudes, there was an asshole in the back nudging a friend and saying; “Yeah, but if he were really as special as they all say, he'd have TAKEN THE BONES OUT of the fish.I told you this guy was over rated”. Some types are like CONDORS, always looking for something to eat, that's yours. So then one cow looks at the other and says: 'So are you going to moooo-ve, or am I going to have to moooo-ve?' The other cow: “Go ahead and make a moooo-ve punk, and make my day”. The first cow corrects the second, telling him; 'I didn't find that last line as believable, let's do the scene again and this time don't be so 'cowed' by the material'. Asks the second cow: “And what is my mooooo-tivation for this scene?” Suggests the cow master, 'That for as long as you remember that you're a cow, you can rest assured that you will never be an ingredient in ox tail soup.' A reflective pause ensued. “I'm sorry if sometimes my anxiety gets in the way, it's due to a nervous condition I inherited from my father”, surrendered the young cow apprentice actor, who when not studying acting, was a waiter and busboy in an Italian restaurant. Looking kindly upon the young cow, cowed by the moment, without a cowboy in sight nor a cowbell to count the cowering hours, nor count out the beat to the COW COW BOOGIE, nor a lassoed straw haired cowgirl to dance with, the Zen cow asked the young cow, 'And what nervous condition did you inherit from your father exactly?' Answered the young cow, “My moooooo-ther”. Lifting our hearts is vital exercise and a further commitment to life.
SHE: You dirt bag, I never want to see you again! Navigation is a force of will. The moral of any good story is whether or not you are awake when listening to it.
What did the Arab father say to his young son before the first day of school?
And be it ever so humble, there's no place like OM:
Even if we do not need them, we are going to buy some SNOWSHOES. The main cause of prejudice is not hate but envy.
ZEN CONUNDRUM (and bass) …..or, when it is IRATE.
Zen CONUNDRUM and percussion Number 2: ...or when your monkey escapes.
This just in, THE MISSING LINK IS NOT EXTINCT!
Thank you HORATIO ALGEBRA! Begin with what you have. What you DON'T have is usually a pain in the ass you don't need. Until you do.
Quiz question #23:
Compare how might DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
….this will count significantly towards your final grade. UNLESS,
Quiz question # 24:
A train is traveling east at 100 mph with exactly 25 passengers. …..naturally, before it Crows. Bear in mind, the last question was extra credit. If the best work force you can get is a chain of fools, WAIT. The longer an idea gets a chance to incubate in your mind, sheltered by your patience, the more solid the ground you plant it in. And watered by your resolve. A broken heart will only give up when it has run out of stories to tell. The PREAMBLE to our history is our imagination, where all roots begin.
SINGERS DO NOT LOSE THEIR VOICES AS THEY GET OLDER, they lose heart. Be of true heart and the LIVING looks after itself. We spend too much time meditating on what has already been worked out. And the manual of good and simple living has already been written and given to us, it is called, COMMON SENSE. We get far more out of the things we love when we see ourselves as that also. Separating ourselves from the fruits of our desires, shows ignorance of who and what we also are, and creates pathologies to be reckoned later. There is no separation unless in our own minds we wish for their to be, otherwise, WE ARE WHAT WE EAT, and NO attraction is a one way affair, ALL ATTRACTION IS MUTUAL, this is the law. Things are imbued with the spirit of God and light also, or it could not hold its own in existence. Being human is what makes us lie to one another. But STUPID is the manner in which we continually lie to ourselves, and box out our living accordingly. The main prejudice for us to confront is that of our own against ourselves. In fact, most other forms of prejudice cannot even get to us because it is already blocked out by our own. And others follow our own example regarding how we treat ourselves. And karma likewise follows suit.
360 artist deals are a great and clever form of censorship. Once you own a piece of all that an artists dreams, you control fully their life and dream. Once a piece of all, CONTROL of all. We at SANANDA HORIZONS LABS have developed a fool proof DRUG TESTING method, which we are looking to copyright. The test is simple. I go up to someone and ask them, “HEY DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND SOME good POT?” You get a yes or no answer EVERY time, roughly 90% of the time. If you are not in control of your mind and senses, you are involved in a TIME SHARE. A word to the wise. OUR IDEA OF PERFECTION is never realized because our idea of perfection, CONTINUES TO EVOLVE. And because our idea of perfection is in and of itself, an imperfection.
Stinginess catches up to you. JUDAS HAD NO INTENTION of betraying the LORD, until the others thought it were funny to stick him with the bar tab at the end of the LAST SUPPER. And he didn't have the money. He never got paid until fridays anyway, and here it was, a sunday before. What was he to do? By the time he'd thought to ask the LORD personally to intervene and turn the wine on the bar tab BACK to tap water, the others and he had already gone, and he were left looking sheepish and fuming. And should he have to pay for all of that feta cheese, lobster and onion soup, all those crabs and calamari, the lamb chops, even if he himself had only had the PENNE ARRABIATA? And, WHY DID THEY HAVE TO EAT SO GREEK? And wouldn't you just know it? The bill, including surcharges, came to exactly 30 pieces of silver, UNLESS he had 7 pieces of gold which the bar owner would accept in lieu of the whole amount, AND if Judas could have gotten the Lord to sign the tablecloth next to his wine stains. Just as you can juxtapose DARK SIDE OF THE MOON over the WIZARD OF OZ and see a whole new soundtrack come alive (it's true Virginia, I've tried it) so too does POST MILLENIUM ROCK go very well with JACKSON POLLOCK paintings. And Charlie Brown Christmas specials. ..and finally my favorite keyboard artist from the former Soviet Union is Patrice Rushen..
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