SOFT LANDINGS

Aloha Whispers of the Ghost Faced Bandit

2012-01-20T22:12:00.004-08:00

Things to do. GoogleNews.
Work to be done. Facebook.
3 papers, 2 overdue, got to get to work. History Channel.
Fox News.
CNN.
Another Republican debate,
In the Idiot village called America,
With a big violent claw gripping helicopters, spaceships, and a nuclear arsenal,
unmanned drones manned by conscious-less politicians and corporations.
Welcome to the TV show yellowjumpsuits.
We care.
We are human.
We are one family.
We want to leave a healthy world for our grandchildren.
We want to unite the peoples of planet earth and manifest a sustainable reality.
We may be cynical.
We may be insane.
Is there any other rational reaction to insanity?
Look around.
Telescopes peering back 13.7 billion years.
Trying to figure it out.
We can't even figure out the present
and we're telling ourselves that the end is coming
6.7 billion years in the future.
What does that even mean?
Can we even just address our own short lifetimes?
Our impermanence?
Have we been trained by a couple thousand years of an unhealthy religious belief system
that has taught us to expect that the unreal will somehow become real.
that our mortal bodies,
these socially constructed selves
will somehow live forever
somewhere else
or in some alternative present?
Existence as we experience it.
With our claws.
Life feeds on death.
Decay and resurrection.
Some days you eat.
Some days you get ate.
Come on lunatic asylum.
WAKE UP!!
It's not so difficult.
We've been trained to be asleep.
Been trained to think that the way things are,
the miracle of existence itself
is something to fear.
is a punishment for some act of our ancestors some time in the distant past.
Adam and Eve.
They made a mistake.
So we die.
Sorry folks.
That's a lie.
We made it up.
You can call it a story.
But in our present world of literalism.
Numbers.
Math.
Science.
It's a story that's not true.
It's not helping us create a more beneficial reality for all our brothers and sisters.
For our descendants.
It's a lie.
Life is a miracle.
Death is not a punishment, unless we are executing it.
It's the price of life.
Fox News.
CNN.
History.
Swallowed by the lie.
Spitting itself up.
Over and
Over.
Again.
What about the present?
NOW.
Freedom.
This is all there is.
What else is there
Outside the mind?

Colbert Super PAC Rocks!!

2012-01-15T13:22:00.001-08:00

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I Need.

2012-01-14T17:42:00.003-08:00

Did you hear about this scufuffle outside the Apple store in Beijing? You want to talk about the end of communism? Wow, here is another nail in the coffin. This is a success story of consumerism if I've ever seen one. People were rioting for bread in France before the revolution there. They were hungry and they'd had enough, and they said, "we're not going to take it any more!" Fast forward a few hundred years into present day Beijing, a city that just a few decades ago was far from friendly to the capitalist machine. People in parts of Africa, or American Appalachia, or even far west of China, might be starving, but these chubby faced consumers in BeiJing are hungry alright, hungry for the most up-to-date version of the I-Pod. They want an expensive consumer telephone, they want to add a letter to their I-Phone 4. They want to make it a 4--- "S". They probably have a working cell phone, but they want the coolest, newest, me me me, I I I-Phone. Welcome to consumer marketing at a pinnacle of its success. These people have been made to feel like they need this stuff so badly that they are acting like a starving, angry, mob. Do you long for a Tiananman square without billboards of psychological make-you-want-things-you-don't-need magic? You probably already have a phone, but you are ready to riot because you are pissed off that you can't purchase this item so desperately low on the Maslows hierarchy of needs, right now, right when you want it, now. You are Beijing? Wow. The disease has spread and with enthusiastic power. Was it someone's goal to turn the people of the earth into thoughtless greedheads? More, more, more. Yep. We are eating the Apple all right, and we're feeding it to China, and we're not stopping there.

Who do you say i am?

2012-01-13T15:43:00.001-08:00

The Messiah? Hah.
I am who you say I am.
See, you are the storytellers.
You tell the story.
You make the meaning.
You are the conscious creators.
You are the meaning makers.
This mortal man sitting on the balcony
worshipping the sun on his face
isn't the One,
even though he and the Father are One.
The Spirit of the valley is Female, never dying,
The Dark Mystery,
The Receptive Principle,
The Empty Space within and without the entire Universe
you've created with your mind.
This is it.
What's that?
Nothing,
outside Everything;
Make it what it is;
Tell a nice story MindHead;
Let it be so.

What are you doing in my tent?

2012-01-09T23:03:00.002-08:00

Haven't written much
Early Winter 2012
Hardly a Haiku

Infinite Symbols
Bubbling up from the mind
Flying through the sky

Royal Tenenbaums
On the Television set
Life is too fast now

The Burning Man for Badasses!!??

2011-12-25T02:27:00.000-08:00

American Juggalo from Sean Dunne on Vimeo.

The Fool on the Hill.

2011-12-03T23:56:00.001-08:00

When Joshua gave his Dharma talks, 24,000 moons ago, there were no nuclear weapons there, no other place to go. Then was now, but not now then, as we're running down the show. There seems to have been an error then, not so very long ago; because we're acting like we bloody think, there is somewhere else to go.

Turkey Day

2011-11-23T22:54:00.002-08:00

Happy Thanksgiving
Happens to be good first line
For Haiku poem

If that wasn't enough
That line was six syllables
So go fuck yourself

No No what terror
That's an awful thing to say
With no seasonal reference

Are you having trouble
With the holidays
Now that your mom is dead?

And the form of your Haikus
Is straying more and more
From the 5-7-5 form of its ancestry

Try one more old boy
For the sake of the quiet
In the autumn trees

Parade

2011-11-20T23:07:00.001-08:00

Madman on parade
Another Christmas morning
Standing in the sand

Aspen Fall 2011

2011-10-24T15:31:00.001-07:00

The streets are covered
In the temple of the heart
With bright yellow leaves

Haikus for October 6th

2011-10-06T08:45:00.003-07:00

Rain in Berkeley
and the movement occupied
Protesting Wall Street

Steve Jobs took a trip
clear out of his body bag
joined mom in the sky

I have too many stocks
to start protesting Wall Street
what a conundrum

Not much enjoying
These haiku poems today
They seem quite contrived

What's the point then mr.?
Why no seasonal reference?
Syllabic constraint.

Click Here and Go Visit the Sober Gonzo out on the edge of Insanity

2011-09-14T13:11:00.000-07:00

"16 Super Earth's Discovered" [Click here for CNN story]

2011-09-13T23:50:00.002-07:00

Here is a perfect example of the insanity of modern Astronomy. Maybe this should really be considered criminal. Certainly it is false advertising. It's just another example of the way stories are warped to make us think things that are not based in reality. "one of the planets might even be inhabitable!" Under the right circumstances it could have water... WOW!! One out of 16 super earths... well, shit friends, we may as well just use up all these dime a dozen resources here on earth, because there are just tons of planets out there that could support life. I mean this is EARTH, but these others are SUPER EARTHS!! AWESOME!!! I think I just wet my pants I'm so exited!! GEE WIZ, lets shoot some more rockets into outer space, or hurry up and get some space hotels built up there just outside our atmosphere, barely 60 miles above the surface of our earth... I mean think how much closer that will get us toward the SUPER EARTH! Now wait just a minute friend, now tell me how far away that SUPER EARTH is again? Only 35 light years? Sounds pretty darn close... So outer space, like outer f-ing space, is about 62 miles above the surface of the earth, that seems really close. But we've gone all the way to the moon and the moon is like 240,000 miles away. So hey, if we build a rocket launch pad on the moon, that should really help us get over to the SUPER PLANET right guys!!?? I mean 240,000 miles must be pretty close to a light year, and this great, in fact SUPER, planet is only 35 light years away. So tell me how far this life supporting super planet really is guys? Well, OK, 1 light year is 6 trillion miles. So 35 light years is only 210 trillion miles or so, which looks like 210,000,000,000,000... so our non-existent waterless, atmosphereless, lifeless, moon launch-pad will put us about 210,000,000,000,000 divided by 240,000 which is 875 million, miles, which gets us 1/35 of the way. I'm not so good at math. But it sure sounds SUPER to me.

Happy Ganesh Chaturthi! In India there is a great celebration going on to celebrate and worship this son of Shiva and Parvati.

2011-09-01T12:04:00.001-07:00

Balderdash

2011-08-08T11:27:00.002-07:00

Kisses on the 80's station
Emptiness on the horizon
Pictures of tacos drawing pictures in the rain
The machine gun biscuit ranch making its way toward stardom.
Is anyone listening?
The Rise of the Planet of the Apes film
Is there a reason for these fragments?
Who invented language?
Were the dictionary definitions written by an elaborate Balderdash game?
Lao Tzu, another dead guy who is known by a name
that was not the same
when he was poking around the material realm.
That guy is said
to have said
"Do the great thing while it is still small."
It would have been written, or spoken in Chinese.
Mandarin or Cantonese, you ask?
What is Chinese?
Another word from the Balderdash dictionary?
Another wise man once advised
"don't eat poo."
Could that wise man also have been Lao Tzu?
Whose named rhymed with Tofu
signified in Chinese by this: 豆腐
which sounds like "doufu"
but looks nothing like tofu.
Language in the post modern apocalypse
where is it?
Is the past 3 years ago,
sitting in a small room in Spain,
on the 5th floor
listening to the church bells ring in the night,
looking out through the open shutters?
Andalusia,
where the kite surfers fly,
and the ancient church bells ring,
tolling the end of coherent meaning.

Give me a break Lane has to be around here somewhere.

2011-07-07T12:05:00.001-07:00

2011-07-07T12:01:00.001-07:00

This is where the Goose Wrangler is hiding out, unsuccessfully wrangling 10,000 peacocks.

The 10,000 Peacocks

2011-07-07T11:59:00.001-07:00

This relaxing meditator is contemplating emptiness. As you are doing your walking meditations, one must tread lightly, to avoid stepping on living creatures or peacock poo.

The Cuckoos Nest

2011-07-06T15:45:00.001-07:00

July the 5th, 2011. The peacocks are meowing loudly, shrieking in the night. The walls of Annex 8 don't seem to have been painted since this was a mental hospital many decades ago. Now this is all a part of The City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. I should be doing my reading, but I'm shooting this message out from behind the lines. In the monastery, roommate across the room, punching in these letters on a cellphone key pad. The buddha. Wake up comes at 4 am. The monks live in what was once the maximum security unit for the criminally insane. The animals love it here now. The monks are much nicer to them than the mental patients were. Aloha.

Mental Stimulation From the BBC, Demonstrating the Power of our Ideas. Watch. (video 1)

2011-06-28T22:59:00.001-07:00

Lots to Think About (video 2)

2011-06-28T22:58:00.000-07:00

The Emptiness at the Center is Nothing More Than Something (video 3)

2011-06-28T22:56:00.001-07:00

The Post-Modern Idiot and Chuang Tzu

2011-06-16T00:43:00.005-07:00

People walk around the village, laughing to themselves on cellphones. Funny times in the village. The Idiot and his master, the Great Clod, do Nothing. The Idiot watched as the Great Clod blew life into the Universe, shaking the heavens until the foundation of existence was formed. Then the Great Clod rested under the Universe tree and watched Nothing on TV. This was a time of relaxation for the Idiot and the Great Clod, as the earth developed and humans began to kill themselves and each other in more and more imaginative ways. Inventing nuclear weapons, they laughed at cell phone messages, flew into what they called space, inches outside the atmosphere. All the way to the moon they went, which was about 5 minutes away. The Great Clod sat a few more inches away, right next to them really, in the shade of the Universe tree and watched Nothing happen. Planets in orbit, galaxies colliding, people running around, molecules popping in and out of existence. Nothing felt the Great Clod sitting inside her, next to her extra lively Universe tree, near the witnessing Idiot, who felt something for Nothing, as he watched the magic of the Great Clod's Way emerging from the center of Nothing. It was all a magnificent thing to imagine in the light of a full moon, the whole circle in view in that moment, for some descendent of the Idiot, who stepped off the speeding treadmill briefly, in the midst of life, to walk into a reflection of where he already was, in the womb of Nothing, deep inside the Mother of Everything.

I rarely post movie reviews, and this is no review it is a WARNING

2011-06-02T14:06:00.002-07:00

Whatever happens DO NOT see the Tree of Life. It is a giant turd wrapped in pretty pictures, close-ups, and pseudo-subtle-existential questions with a couple of dinosaurs thrown in for good measure to get across the point the movie never makes in its dull, tortuous, journey of plot vagueness. They could have told the uninteresting story in 10 minutes, instead they interspersed the dull tale with a bunch of National Geographic stock footage, to draw out the horrid experience. Maybe they were thinking that if they kept you locked in your seat long enough and showed you enough pictures of galaxies and swimming you might forget what a shitty movie you just watched. Not likely, but leaving the theater you will feel reborn and thank the lord you did not have such a "normal" family. Watching your mother die is almost less traumatic than enduring this film. I REPEAT! DO NOT SUBJECT YOURSELF TO THE TREE OF LIFE MOVIE! You are better off finding a nice quiet isolated hill or mountainside, going there, and sitting alone for three days and nights with no food or water. You will also learn more.

Dying

2011-06-01T23:26:00.002-07:00

Mother in a blue metal house
between two factories
in the swiss countryside
The crows come
A hawk circles
Life and death in the rat parade
Goodbye to the Squirrels
Aloha to the wingnuts
Off to the universal tide
for mom
The waves roll back
and the whispers of another morning
send a shadow down through the trees
and somewhere down there in the mud
a flower blooms

Mental Terrorism

2011-05-20T11:41:00.002-07:00

Well the excrement is thick these days kemo sabe, washing up on the mind shore like oil spill scum. These rats of faith, pouring out fear on the masses, amassing billboards of lies. This is nothing less than mental terrorism and we call it freedom of speech. Burying positive potentialities of our consciousness under dark, spirit crushing mud. Tomorrow is the 21st. Judgment day. There is poison in that cool aid. See you all on Sunday. We are all going to die. But very unlikely that we all die at the same time, except in cases of wrong place wrong time. But that's just life. More shall be born, and this psychotic way of projecting our fear of death, our self centered attachment to our individual selves which culminates in a theology of a faith in an eternity of me, myself, and I living in eternal award or punishment is just the limited consciousness of the past, of a psychotic, lonely, judgemental god concept without a wife, with a son he sacrificed on the cross. We could really draw a prettier picture of a god that might help us stop lying to ourselves so vigorously. Know nothing. Know Nothing, and you might find yourself closer to God. Not that there is ever actually any separation in the first place, outside our minds. Aloha. Now is it. Here it is. How can the world end right now? How bout now?

The Old Sober Gonzo Certainly Wasn't Always Sober. This was Sometime in 2008 We Think.

2011-05-16T21:43:00.003-07:00

Bright, and not yet early, or early, but not yet bright? I can’t be sure. This seems one of the great dilemmas of our time. Are we crazy? Or can we just not sleep tonight because there are so many voices, and faces, and people we haven’t seen in too long, and they seem to be really popping around in the unconscious, but after a couple of sleeping pills (prescribed of course) I found myself in the living room spinning records and reminiscing about a camp on the coast of South Carolina, (or maybe it was North Carolina) where homesickness gave me lime disease. In the world of the conscious unconsciousness, induced by strong benzodiazapenes, dream and reality mix, you are awake, and only the sudden silence as the records run their course, breaks you from your still keen statuary bliss. They need reloading.

The records are old and dusty and beautiful, a bit of Hollywood remakes of the “Music of the East” mixed with a classic exercise record… a bit of stretching and what not, and now for the overture: I spent a few minutes adjusting the minisculescentes, the little tweaks and tone, beat, switch grab the toe slide, etc, etc. So now the Platipus is licking all around the edges of the glorious sounds of Frank Chacksfield and his most astounding 1950’s record which takes us Inside the Mystic East. It is like a Broadway show of jazz inspired, cliché, Orient delights. Some choice songs off the album may give you an idea of the immaculate way in which they enhanced the Asian vibes: “Japanese Sandman,” “By an old Pagoda,” “On a little street in Singapore,” to name just a few. I’m feeling giddy.

Here is the dawning morning, sitting here draped in an old American flag and contemplating the future, sedated and elated, enjoying the gentle tug of war between ambien and cocaine. There are only crackles and pops on the phonographs. Excuse the author for one brief interlude. We are now back to square one. The breathing. Swedish yoga with a techno beat. The gentle voices, “chin down, inhale breathing in, exhale breathing out. Hold the pose, just breath. In, out, in, out.” Just breathing, just gently breathing, as we question the future, the choice between man and machine. Finding ourselves the slaves of our creations, watching as the scavengers lurk in all the highways. The rhythm is what is important. Some things are meant to help a man extend his vildormationalsticsam. At the potential expense of what he is familiar with, and what he cares about, when a man is called must he answer? Which pill must he swallow to put his body in the game. This is not what we call a sissy fight. This is the pedal hitting the metal, and we’ll be damned if we are not prepared with the weaponry of the future. Our weapons are the Owl, the Coyote, and the spirit of Peyote. All the little pioneering adventures we embarked on in the name of what we must do, are all moments when we come to terms with our innermost demons, these fun loving imps who most often live in our unconscious to keep us balanced, but then you see them, sprouting their little wings on to freedom.

We are the mothers of our own inventions. And some may be from pharmaceuticals, especially when we must write at all costs, so as to prevent total collapse. We need drums, noise, beauty, and bliss. The adventure as it should be. We have to keep expanding. Did we want to get sober, to clear away the mystery, and return to the fold of the great know: the secret world of happy, joyous, and free? Once you want to quit drinking, once you’ve really faced the fact that you can’t do it like normal folks. The need (you made it very clear for a long time that it was only a want) to drink almost everyday, even the ones designated as nondrinking days. The sauce is always near. But the important thing is to remember that it is all an illusion. The tasty beverages, in their bottles and carafes; ah how I love red wine. It has been my faithful lover, but even she may be turning on me, at least at the bars here in Aspen. The right amount of drugs at the right time can really induce that marvelous insanity on which we all thrive, because the little tastes we get from the little reflectors around us, temporarily allowing us to reach around the stubby imps, these little nuclei of chemicals, as they challenge our brains in conversation. But they become addictions. These are the illusions that offer us visions of delusion. The geniuses of our substances, they deliver us that very genius with one hand, yet with other hand they take away the capacity to profit from it. So the circles go round and round down here at the bars of society. With one hand it giveth, with the other it taketh it away. Once we reach the point where we actually want to be sober, trouble most certainly approaches. This state generally follows many heartfelt oaths to abstain for a while, a week maybe, a couple of days, many a negotiation with the mind and liver and then the sudden realization that a coke habit could really expand my spiritual development. Insanity is the mother of invention.

I’m stepping down to the porcelain bird plate to give another prostration before Charlie [white lines]. The point I was trying to make is that coherence does not always come in the most straightly straight ways. Just make it conscious. Prescription medications are a keen and recommended way to keep one sane, and out of involuntary institutions (although you realize that we often think we might be happier on the inside where they take care of you and relieve your every stress with a pill or shot or hot plate of food).

Ah… That short little glimpse. The circle round the dime, it’s the purity that you seek. The truth without the lie. Pure god, not just the helpers on the path… we must question everything, including why we are afraid to say this, to go against the accepted norms of society.

Have to take a nap. The healthy life proceeds. Round and around we go. Still drinking, doing the drugs, oh don’t you know. Just moving forward. How fascinating. Following the path… what path? The path down this crazy road, toward some destiny.

5/9/11

2011-05-10T00:04:00.001-07:00

Donald Trump palace estate,
The slow road home
To an empty brain
The lone ranger on parade,
Walking softly in circles
Searching for a sign
Waiting for a miracle that already happened,
Mumbling idiocies
With his earplugs in,
A cigarrette between his lips
And jive;
anger pouring out his nose tubes
Watching tv
And scrolling through the same old news.
Stocks went up.
Stocks went down.
Sun came up.
Sun went down.
No wait
The earth just spun around.
Standing in the shadow of the earth
The other side bathed in light.
Over here in the darkness
We have a lamp on
Burning the light
Scribbling in a notebook
Made of dead trees,
Watching the texture of dry paint
On a light yellow wall.
This is a month we call May.
2000 years since 2000 years ago.
24,000 full moons or so,
Since a storied crucifixion.
Lots of ideas out there.
Lots of stories.
Lots of people.
Gospel of Ramakrishna on the bedside table
Under a book about Freemasonry
Under the "holy" bible
(New Revised Standard Version with Apocrypha)
All illuminated by a Goodwill lamp,
With what looks like Sharpie squiggles
That could be another language.
Over here on the other side of the world
In the shadows
In what would be the darkness,
Except for electrical outlet in the wall
Powering the lamp
That appeared on a Goodwill shelf
A few thousand years after a campfire someone had
A few thousand years ago
Burning dead wood
That was powered by the Sun
So there was light in the darkness
On the other side of the world
In the shadows
As the orbit continued
And the rotations ran their course.

The Parade Continues into the Night

2011-04-10T23:21:00.002-07:00

So the last one was rough, so we thought we would include our assignment for a baptismal rite for worship class. It's not your average fare, but you might get a laugh. But if you are having a hard time, like this lunatic is at this very moment, then may you be blessed. May light shine down upon you my brothers and sisters, and may we unfold beauty, truth, and miracles. Blessings upon you.

This rite will be non-traditional and would be performed on either children or in adult "converions." If there is water nearby, either open ocean (cleanliness to be taken into consideration), or fresh clean lake, or slowly moving river water, then these would be fine for either full immersion, or dipping and splashing depending on the initiates preference. If landlocked or in a church setting, a wading pool, bird bath, or a small bowl with blessed water can be substituted.

Leader in Normal text, initiate or family, people in bold. The theoretical initiate in this case will be named Frederick.

Welcome All to this blessed ceremony where we will cleanse Frederick and welcome him with open arms, offering the blessed life-giving water upon him, to symbolically cleanse him of all impurity, anger, pain, sadness, and confusion. God will come down in this way, blessing and purifying this water, and it will be poured over our dear friend and family member Frederick symbolizing his membership in the human race. (or he will be submerged).

Frederick, do you acknowledge that you are a member of the human race, born of the same blood as all other human beings, with your origin here, on this mother planet?

I do.

Frederick, do you acknowledge the Oneness of the Universe, the interconnectivity of all life and interdependence of all living beings?

I do.

Do you promise to work in this lifetime for the betterment of our human race, to take care of, and be conscious of, the planet which sustains your life, in its rotation around the power source of the Sun, to consciously work to leave this life supporting planet in a better, more healthy state, than it is today, for your relatives, the descendants of the human race, respecting your ancestors and The Great Spirit in this way?

I do.

Then Frederick, with this water, I initiate you into the fold of the Universal Spirit. Be cleansed. Be purified. By the power of the Universal Spirit, I wash all impurities from you, all negative energy from you, may all lies be swept away, washed away, be gone, may light surround you, may love surround you, may peace surround you, may you be happy, may you be well, may you be free from suffering. May you go out into the world Frederick and bring light, love, hope, faith, purity, joy, and truth into the world. Iwatchupa! Wetaha!

Mental Collapse

2011-04-08T20:09:00.000-07:00

I sure feel like saying fuck it! Yep. I sure do. So what does that mean? Well does it mean that I’m absolutely wasting my time getting a seminary education when I absolutely disagree with the fundamental theology I’m surrounded by? I mean seriously. This is what it comes down to. If you were a rational person, would it drive you fucking crazy, the fundamental premise that the murder of a slightly outspoken, seemingly innocent Jew, with 12 disciples, 2000 years ago, equals the forgiveness of the sins of man? That’s right folks, homeboy gets killed for challenging the status quo, and then he becomes the only begotten son of God, who God offers as a sacrifice to atone for the original sin of eating forbidden fruit and deciding that walking around naked all the time could be improved upon? Maybe it was cold. Did anyone consider that? Give me a fucking break. I can’t take it anymore. This shit is driving me insane. It’s no wonder that seminaries are going out of business left and right. They are selling a fucking message that is way out of date! News flash! God, whatever God is, is cooler than the psychotic, jealous, little freak show that would tell “His” followers that it is forbidden to worship any other God before “Him.” God, whatever God is, does not need to sacrifice his only begotten son, because he “so loved the world.” God is bigger than that. Man sacrificed man. Not God. Man made up the story. Not God. We are the storytellers felch fuckers! Get a fucking clue. Sorry I’m not feeling more compassionate today. The Goose Wrangler is having a fucking nervous breakdown. Can he complete his seminary education? The question remains to be seen.

Another Day Another Dollar

2011-04-06T19:39:00.007-07:00

The egg shell crates fell off the machete wagon with a crash,
While Monster Bug Wars played on the Discovery channel next to reality TV on History.
It all made so little sense,
with monkeys dancing around arguing on youtube and FOX News and CNN,
and making up religions and printing money,
and singing recklessly while wearing steak dresses and meat hats and tender loin boots.
All while advocating a vegetarian diet and getting stoned.
Yes, my friends, this was modernity.
Cold fried deforested Christmas trees and post-enlightenment apocalypse,
Nuclear Submarines swimming through radioactive water off the coast of tsunami land,
the lunch lady serving glowing green sushi
while the Nuclear reactor cleaning crew
wearing their Devo suits
have a cocaine fueled party with NASA astronauts,
looking forward to their all expense paid trip to Disney Land.
All this while while I sat in my kitchen looking up at Chinese calligraphy that says "Happiness."
Yep, everything is just fine here old boy,
counting down to the May, 21st Judgement day,
the day the judges re-date the billboards if we're lucky.
and oh the blessed You Porn, now you're watching on your I-PAD,
Preparing for the St. Patricks day parade.
In the men's restroom there is a drunk blond peeing in the urinal with disturbing sensuality,
who shows off her green panties in her left hand and smiles,
but the Hells Angels are nowhere to be seen in Los Gatos this year.
So we get a sense of the cosmos with telescopes,
from within this atmospheric bubble
and monitor the ozone layer,
keeping a tight grip on the illusory control module,
Fucking in the meantime
then wallowing in guilt and wondering what we should really be doing as the days tick by
and the years add up
while we hurtle toward a guaranteed exit plan,
where our used up bodies, whether fresh or wrinkled, will stop wiggling
and be disposed of by other "smart" monkeys
or some other animate life that we no longer relate to.
And so we say ALOHA
and enjoy our run-on sentences, loathing deeply our seminary education
as psychological warfare against an already unstable mind,
and wonder why,
ever a foolish thing to do
in a universe of non-existence, where the tulips pop up frequently
if you happen to be in the right garden,
but those damn plant stems wither and stink anyway,
although not to the earwigs, who rejoice in the decay!
Yes, my dear fellows,
the gelatin is in the henhouse again,
and the fat is jiggling,
while the bully yard is giggling,
and the dark Lord approaches,
riding a white horse,
laughing in the cosmic tide;
laughing my dear friends,
as he screams into the Ether:
"Ahoy, Is there anyone there?
These damn fools actually think I exist!
Won't somebody please tell them they invented me?!"

What it is, or is it?

2011-03-30T21:43:00.001-07:00

Everybody wants to know what it's all about. Is it delivery or is it Digiorno?

Good Morning Winterberries. Happy Full Moon and Spring.

2011-03-19T23:59:00.002-07:00

We are nothing more than whispers fluttering our lashes on momentary glimpses of time; and nothing less than the eyes of creation, witnessing this moment, the culmination of everything that has happened since the birth of existence, and the next blink of the rest of infinity. We stand here on the precipice of a new age. What is the next chapter we will write with our thoughts and actions?

A Sad State of Affairs.

2011-03-06T19:22:00.002-08:00

Basically crew, the old Wrangler has lost his mind. I'm afraid that my brain no longer functions the way it used to. My procrastination has become a thing of magnificence. I cannot seem to get all this work done that is piling up on me, and I feel like the mud at the bottom of the piles of tar sands in Canada. It's a sad state of affairs, and now it has even come to this. Here I sit, writing to you, the nobody reading. I have scrolled through the news so many times now, read all the interesting looking stories from across the world, I have checked facebook, and checked again, and now my boredom has lead me here, to write these blatherings while I listen to Beethoven, and think about trying to write this review of an article in the Journal of Pastoral Psychology. This is all sad indeed. I'm wearing my dead grandfathers bathrobe at 7:30 pm, having skipped the Seven Circles Pipe ceremony to do this work. I have continued to deprive my liver of alcohol, my lungs of the green goddess herb, I'm sober as can be, yet my brain does not seem to recover its wits. Se la vie. The mind is a bizarre contraption. I don't understand it. Aloha nui loa. Pray for the study cells to begin firing. Good night.

Winning! (30 second commercial seems unavoidable-MUTE!)

2011-03-02T16:35:00.002-08:00

sludge

2011-03-01T00:52:00.002-08:00

The dream floats down into the jelly house,
somewhere far left of mainstreet.
Lost in the spell of repetition,
the jungle fellow at a loss for words.
Is it early onset alzheimers?
There are questions about wasting time.
Too much information,
too many interviews with Charlie Sheen.
No answers
The curse of the open mind
Calm now.
Too far from mania for comfort.

Something Different.

2011-02-14T17:41:00.002-08:00

We are the evolution of consciousness. Which is to say that we, human beings, are the embodiment of something beyond physical reproduction, beyond matter. We are thought creators. Our bodies have evolved for millions of years to be the vessels of thought; of ideas of possibility, of creation. We are the evolution of consciousness. Where do we take this ship? Where do we guide these vessels? Do we embrace our power? Or do we continue to fall victim to outmoded thought, the creations of minds with the limited understanding of the past, that which no longer exists? We were working in different paradigms then, yet now we are still collectively living in outmoded experience, constructions of reality from our former minds. Now is the moment for the expansion of our own creative understanding, moving forward with an enlightened perspective on the present, not as simply the culmination of the past, but as something truly new, with potentialities for a different future.

Check out the New Updated Church of the Open Mind Welcome message and a few changes! (click here to visit)

2011-02-13T03:35:00.002-08:00

Happy Groundhog Day My Friends

2011-02-02T00:24:00.003-08:00

Well, it's Groundhog day, again; and that must mean we are all headed down to Gobblers Nob, but what with all this news about oral sex causing throat and mouth cancer, we should all just take a breath and think twice. Well, on second thought, maybe not. The weather is fine out here in Berkeley California, and the Goose Wrangler is terribly sorry about not writing you for so long. It's been strange times in the mad life of my favorite lunatic. So, please forgive us, the Lord and I, for not being more proactive about posting our drivel. We'll try to do better from now on, and we'll expect the same from you. You and the Lord that is. I'd like to hear more about your idea of It anyway. I've stopped trying to figure it out. Is it the Magic Chicken, or the Queen of Soup, the Emptiness at the bottom of the beginning, at the center of the center of the center of the Atom, the nothing at the basis of the Higgs Boson? I certainly can't be sure, so I'd appreciate your input. We are back on the wagon train after rigorous prayers and madness in my lungs, gullet, and nasal passages. We came in for landing on 01/11/11, as promised, and the landing was actually rather soft,and for our blogs name, apropos, to be sure. So here we are again, sober, writing to you dear reader, whoever you are, wherever you are, whenever you are. We love you. I love you. I thank you for my life, dear Mother, dear Father, Great Creator, the Is ever after. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Aloha. Good night.

2010-12-17T17:39:00.004-08:00

"I AM THE DUST," said ITZIK
ISRAEL IS NOT A PLACE
IT'S A STORY
THE NAME THAT CANNOT BE NAMED
IS THE ONLY NAME

the rest is just our head

INVENTED REALITY
NOT REAL

or it's real what we make it

The Lunar Module

2010-12-08T15:43:00.002-08:00

The Deletante is in the kitchen
reading fruit loops in the rain
There are side drops in the living room
but the sandwich makers sit lazily on parade floats
in buildings where there are lithe people dancing in barrooms
while lullaby's are sung by the Vegan Boys
in the best parade
in this galaxy of spaceships

Thanksgiving morning 2010

2010-11-27T09:59:00.006-08:00

Sitting on Alcatraz
watching the sunrise
as the fire burns
and the singers sing
and the dancers dance
like Indians
Dancing to pray
praying for the indigenous people
praying for us all
to wake up
and stop digging each other up
digging up our ancestors and putting them in museums.

Craw Horses

2010-11-19T17:22:00.002-08:00

Felt pens and big heaping piles of dilapidated hot dog carts
These soft cry-babies in a dream about 80 year old Charles Rangel
getting censured for ethics violations
The mental shrimp police under the table sleeping
Watching the time machine show on the weather channel
trying to figure out the news
Sucking hose juice through a Slurpee straw on Fridays
waiting for the days to change
Traveling through the universe on a disappearing wheel
Isn't this so much fun
going around and around
mentally praying for a miracle to interrupt this cranium trap?
"Gveld, gvold," Glenn Beck said gently on his show
listening to himself
and playing a special little game for oyster eaters.

11/3/10-Blackberries

2010-11-14T12:47:00.002-08:00

It's all in the past
these mixed up universes
the slowly beating heart
under influence of barbiturates
the soft pliant emptiness whispering dreams

There are blackberries on this thorny bush
at the top of a hill in Lagunitas, California
No more paved road beyond this point
just big trees, damp earth, and hippies

There are blackberry bushes in my mind
growing along a fence
in the southern countryside of England
in 1986
next to my mothers house
with cigarette smoke and thatched roof
and it's all inside my brain in 2010
right here in the verdant California green
next to a blackberry bush
at the brightest hour of dusk
in the silence

Around the end of October 2010...

2010-11-13T19:40:00.002-08:00

All the madness rolled in on us again from over there in the clouds near the southern rainbows where silent mornings dreamt of star bursts eating nuclear joy parades. Those are other places--now--we can't go there again. It's over. Give up. 10:00 pm, Oct 27th, 2010, stoned again. This ever engrossing dream, yet we have to let go. We must let go. There is a greater power in this universe. That One is _Od. And I turn it over to that-to that power-while that Who song plays and says "you are forgiven." An agreement? hmm. Well Scotty pants...? I don't know about that. There is a very kind joint outside that has yet to be finished--the addiction said. The higher [the higher higher self that doesn't need to get high] self has to take over, the observer has to take charge, otherwise it's more shadow, more fake mystery, burying ourselves in these substances and fun, fake union with the divine. Doing nothing all the time, experiencing ultimate connection, and yet perpetuating the lie.

Striped polo shirts and 300 thread count brown cotton sheets
Tennis shoes and a flat screen television
A washing machine, a dish rack, a kitchen table
and futuristic couch
more cars than a very small village might have,
scattered across the globe
little dancing fairy girls
and nothing talking over and over again
about the very thing it knows something about

An Introduction to What Comes Before It After it in the Backwards Book

2010-11-13T19:32:00.006-08:00

It was so up and down, inside out and right side in, under water and under glass, and looking at myself through a dream of some future that never was. So I lost the game and shut down the computer and said nothing out of some care for what you thought. You. Audience, the ones who don't read, who leave me lonesome before the page, the illuminated screen, the past placement of the dream. So it was lost and it was found, and under California maple leaves with a squirrel taunting Kingston from the tree, I bid you hello again. That's now, and now I'll open the pages of the notebooks and try and find some semblance of scribbles and transcribe them to this machine and we'll celebrate this nothingness, in the midst of nothing, as everything unfolds from the midst of this earth orbiting this sun, while we zoom out with telescopes, through our little orbs called eyes, into the past, and make up stories about meaning and shoot each other with inventions, talk politics, eat snakes, and take seriously the myths we call religion. Up slick mind head dreadful bears. Beware.

California

2010-11-07T00:25:00.004-07:00

OK, this is really getting tedious. The post modern apocalypse is well under way and I'm just not sure how much more I can stand. We are so uncool that we have made being uncool the cool thing to do. Being hip nowadays basically just means dressing up like an idiot taking a number of different things that were hip and "new" at some time in the last century or so, pretty much before there was the internet, and then throwing it down on yourself and hitting the town. So go for it. Mustache, tight pants, a scarf, a number of tattoos, converse shoes, some plaid, some checkers, a fedora, a bouffant, which was already regurgitated under reputation of hip in the 80's, so you are pretty much double reusing it. Cool. It's just that everybody (generalizations are cool) out here in California, and I'm really speaking especially for the bay area here, as I'm not spending too much time anywhere else at the moment, is just so totally uncool trying to be cool that I just don't even know what's happening anymore. I've completely gone insane, and I'm going to Brooks Brothers immediately, but wait, it's all so fucking hip, that I'll even be hip if I try to not be hip by dressing like a preppy unhip person who shops at Brooks Brothers, because some other hipster trying to uphip the other hipsters has already gone full on Brooks Brothers because it's so unhip that it's now hip. It's just ridiculous. Hip. You are loud, obnoxious, smiling incessantly like you're posing for a facebook profile picture, spouting off in your little group of collectively stylized individuals each individually stylized and collectively hip, so much so that you seem to forget that you are living in La La land and you think you are cool. You think this is all so cool. With your little Matthew Dear and the Band show. Matthew Dear with his little Bouffant, with his trumpet player with his little Bouffant, with his drummer with his little Bouffant. Matthew Dear with your tambourine and your tight fitting vest. Dude, please stop. I want off this merry-go-round, and I want off now. The Talking Heads were awesome. They were cool. They were hip. You doing them is not cool. I'm not cool. I'm not trying to be cool. Or am I? The problem is that not trying to be cool is the cool thing to do now. So to be really cool maybe you have to try to be cool, because that's just gotta be the hip thing to do if everybody else is trying to be uncool to make sure everybody knows they aren't trying to be cool. Are you getting the picture Matthew Dearest? Is there any other option than suicide? Suicide is cool because it's proof that you aren't trying to be cool, because like to kill yourself you have to be really depressed, and that's not something you can fake like you can fake hipness by shopping at Brooks Brothers, growing a mustache and showing off your tattooed arms in a short sleeve collared shirt buttoned to the top and finished with a bow tie and a sweater vest, along with a gold tooth and a gangster accent, remnants of times past when you thought that was cool. I miss New York City and I miss Aspen Colorado, I miss Barcelona, Spain, places where assholes are really assholes, and not just pretending to be assholes because they think its cool. I've traveled all over this world and never been to a place like California, so full of people who think they are cool and willing to be totally uncool to prove how cool they are because they think being uncool is cool. California. What a bunch of hype. There may be real people out here somewhere. But they are lost in translation, lost in a sea of sweater vests and tattoos and people too hip to be cool. I'm an asshole. Sure. I'm a critical prick in the midst of post modern apocalypse. It's over. We're post history. Information overload is waiting for you to turn on your computer and put your mouth around the fire hose called the internet. I'm drowning in it. I don't know about you. We're watching reality TV on the History Channel. Where is the reset button?

Captain

2010-10-22T15:52:00.001-07:00

don't listen to that brain, it does not know what it's thinking.

OK Crew

2010-10-18T23:08:00.002-07:00

Cawbirds. Let's just admit the game, and get this going. From now on we are in training. Let's get to it. We have work to do. Let's get to it. LGTI.

The Time Harpoon Salutes Mrs. Westinghouse

2010-10-17T14:27:00.004-07:00

Well, well, well. Here we go old caw birds.
Ho Down Brown Town just came into town with his girlfriend Wes.
Oh Home
Smokie smokie hot cake taco.
and Hidei-son on the jumbo-tron popping prick on Downtown and Wes,
Oh Home parade, by criticizing their sushi eating as fake Japanese,
unlike his oh so precious traditional food.
No avocado in your shrimp tempura roll,
in your mind head on this day in 1975 with his ocean head with its mind medicine
Inside your own head cheese medicine man,
I'll eat my shrimp tacos my way with my head cheese and peanut sauce on the side please
and fuck you with your pivotal face swine herd
Your uncle Buck ate the taco truck
I'll peanut threaten your lamp shade fluid, Dweeb!
and go ahead and watch me as I eat my cabbage
Go ahead.
Eat it.

The top of the car stuck down
Tragic head cheese and the prince got robbed
Snatched the bills straight from the hand of the dealer-man into the hands of the french madam
and you know where she went, don't you?
Out of the house and into the kitchen,
the dining office of the flying dog ranch,
who ate the flying squirrel and bit off his nuts
like a true harpoon of the 90's
Oh yes
that was the truth of the matter, was it not?
hmm?
Franklin, did you not slide the harpoon handle down the avenue through the robotic arm?
I thought so.
The denus is in school
a compulsive procrastinator,
a hound of forever more,
a small vine of handies in the mind head house.
Didn't you think so mrs. Westinghouse?
I thought you did.
I knew you did.
Oh how dare you boy, have you really lost your mind?
Oh, I certainly did Ma. Can't you tell?
His alien space ship as the man reported
out here on the space hat
with the neighboring beings watching us on their monitors,
watching all the movies at the same time,
while we live them and make our own.
Just as long as we believe something, or ask ourselves what we mean.
What do our stories mean?
What do they say, these stories of ours, as they go,
as they lay themselves down the line,
one mark at a time,
rotating through their pages on the merry go round
inside our heads
as we invent reality and go to concerts and pack our brains with slime
Theology, history?
The blathering time harpoons,
Fogging up the place.

Baseballs

2010-10-16T17:48:00.004-07:00

The Yankees are making a comeback against the Rangers,
with Georgie Boy W. in the stands watching his old team
and its making me want to root for the Yankees;
and time is getting eaten with the shapes on the Persian rug dancing on the floor;
and a whole lot of marijuana out here in California that I'm not smoking,
yet my brain is moving slower than it ever has before
and I'm totally sober in my red shirt and plaid shorts
with baseball music playing in the background,
the seventh inning stretch
instead of anonymous meeting attendance.
A ball and two strikes
and the whole universe unfolding.
7 billion Messiahs dancing and fucking all over the planet
And another Texas Ranger just got struck out by those damn Yankees
while George Bush looks on
and the baby in the E-trade commercial trades on a smart phone on TBS
and the Yankees take it,
winning the first game of the ALCS playoffs, October 15th, in the year of our Zord, 2010.

4/21/09

2010-10-03T12:56:00.003-07:00

As the plane plummeted from the sky,
the calm pilot said:
"well ladies and gentlemen,
it's time to say your prayers."
He felt a tinge of joy as he saw the ground rushing up from beneath.
"We'll meet again in the next dimension."
Then he smiled as the world of illusion exploded
and he flew into the emptiness
to begin another dream

Late April 2009

2010-10-03T12:52:00.001-07:00

The dirty little imp
with his hairy green spine
crawled back into existence
his nose covered with floss
his fingers numb

addiction

2010-09-26T21:14:00.002-07:00

I'm addicted to facebook. I'm admitting it. It's sucking my life away. I keep going back to check it. Scrolling down, down, down. Thinking of things to say... who said what, who is where, ooh, pictures... what, hmm. Let me just comment on that. I have this to say and that to say, and lets debate the semantics of the meaning of existence, and I just can't shut up, and I have papers to write, and things to do, and wait, wait, wait, let me just check to see if anyone commented on any of this idiotic drivel I have written, or let's see if someone commented on my comments on their comment always trying to intellectually one up someone. This is a problem. Brain damage. Brain damage. DUH DUH DUH. Facebook. Wee. My brain is floating into the ether-net. DUH-m. DUH-m. DUH-m. I'll just post some incriminating pictures of myself to disqualify myself from credibility amongst the judgmental element of Facebookers... or business community, or who cares. My life is an open book. A FACEBOOK! No pay, nothing, just free advertising for the corporate interests who pay to get exposure amongst the loons like me who are so lonely that they just post their lives away, like, "hey, hey, hey, it's me. I exist! I exist! seriously, like I actually exist." Or do I? Is there nothing more than this glowing screen of pixelated information in front of me? Scroll down, down, down. What's going on down there? Is my brain stem down there somewhere?

just saying

2010-09-21T01:07:00.001-07:00

you may never meet a man more proud of the fact that he worked as a butler.

Another Sunday in the Lodge. Good One.

2010-09-19T21:59:00.005-07:00

Well howdy pardners and pardnerettes. Howdeedoodee? Felt like I should haw feld the old lench volt, so here we go. There was a mighty good sweat tonight out in the dome. The french clipped swelderhouse came back home. With his ear bags dragging and his hair fine cool, the dog faced singer now was high on his mule. And so many folks now so exited about medicine. This meeting, that meeting, peyote in their headicine. Now we all know we all know not, but some do know they like smoking pot. Many of these, like red road wayans, are up on the wagon, running, like I, from those boozy smoke dragons. So then we begin to see the green doctor in their eyes. They've been shown the light, but then it gets a little foggy so they wanna see it right. Back to the doctor, more medicine to be explored, but we are the medicine, we are the door. The button in the dirt that makes colors in our eyes, is just another molecule that can really warpitize. It's all true, my dears. The year doesn't even exist. 2012 and the new age twist. What is 2012? Now. What do we know? 2012 is now, 2012 is 10,000 years ago. A year is a social invention, full of good intentions. Time is more than flexible. It's empty. See look, there's plenty. See what the doctor says. He'll tell you what's in your head. What's in your head will tell you what the world means. What the world means will tell you what's in your head. Which is me just saying what I just said. The flower blossoms. The tree grows. The life eats life eats life eats life. The molecule eats itself; is what it is. IS.

Huh?

2010-09-15T13:29:00.002-07:00

What's up with the meat dress? It seems to be the talk of the town, but seriously, I mean seriously? Are you kidding me? What is wrong with this Gaga woman who everyone is gaga about? It's not like the meat dress is even an original idea, it's been done before. Some designer even takes responsibility for it? Gross. I mean have we as a culture gotten so dumb that we get off on the post post modern apocalyptic irony of something so obviously obvious "look, I'm a piece of meat" symbolism, combined with the conspicuous consumption built right in with enough meat to feed a small village, going to waste adorning the body of a woman who seems to just take everything Madonna did in her career and make it just a little more ridiculous and expect everyone to praise her and give her awards, which is exactly what we are doing? What? I really don't get it. Maybe she is just so very clever, and the joke is on us, because we are awarding her disgusting, offensive, unimaginative, sensibilities, maybe for no more reason that we are in the midst of a disgusting, offensive, unimaginative consumer culture with our heads so deeply buried in the sand that we can't even to stop and smell the rotten meat, and the rotten idiot wearing it. Did she at some time in the not so distant past make a bet with some customer at the strip club and say "listen, I bet you a bindle that I can make millions of dollars dressing like a tramp on acid, acting like an asshole, frequently wearing Elton John glasses, and just generally being a symbol of a society sinking to the bottom of the delusion pit?" If she did make that bet, then I applaud her. She wins.

Once Again

2010-09-09T13:02:00.005-07:00

Instead of the idiocy reflected in the video we ad libbed last eve, we thought it prudent to try and write something a little more rational. So Happy Jewish New Year my friends. Shana Tova! This time of Rosh Hashana is a time of reflection for the Jewish faith. I'm taking a class this semester at the Center of Jewish Studies at the Graduate Theological Union, called Cultures of the Jews. It is important to note the fact that it is not called culture of the Jews. There is not one culture of the Jews. This is a religion and a population that has changed over time, been influenced and has influenced the majority cultures they have lived amongst. They have lived in Palestine, Egypt, and throughout most of the rest of the world in the Jewish Diaspora. They have spoken different languages, been influenced in different ways, but there has been something that has tied this people together over thousands of years, and kept them somehow separated from their neighbors. They have held some Jewish culture or identity which reminded them of their difference, and they have chosen it, and embraced it. At different times, like in the times of the Maccabees, there has been active conversion by the Jewish people of gentiles into the Jewish faith and tribe. At times in the past the difference between Jew and non-Jew has been much more fluid. It is important to remember that Abraham was not a Jew, and he was the father of both Isaac and Ishmael, one, Isaac, who became the father of Jacob, who became Israel, and Ishmael who is known as the father of the Arab peoples who would give birth to the Muslim faith. David himself is the great grandson of a Moabite. If we go back further in the Hebrew Bible which is the foundation of both Christianity and Islam, we find one people. "Now the whole earth had one language and the same words...And the Lord said, "look they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. Come, let us go down, and confuse their language there, so that they will not understand one another's speech." (Genesis [B'reshiyth] 11:1-9) Indeed we have been confused, but even here in the Tanakh, the Hebrew Bible, we find in the origin story One people, scattered and dispersed and confused by different languages. It was this one people who were the mothers and fathers of the Jews, the Muslims, the Buddhists, the Scientologists, the Hindus, the Christians, and the rest. According to this story, these first people were the mothers and the fathers of us all. It was only after we became confused that we began to see ourselves as separate peoples who built up faiths and cultures around ourselves, blocking ourselves off from our fellow brother and sister human beings and began to identify ourselves as us and them. My people, your people, well even in the founding story of the Jewish people, it's right there, we are all one people, if you just read back a few pages before Jacob wrestles with the Angel who is afraid of the light and gets "blessed" with the name Israel. (Genesis 32:26-28) Within the field of Anthropology we find the same phenomenon, they identify this people and that people and focus on all the differences, but if we just go back far enough in their discoveries, we see our common heritage, and find all our hominid ancestors emerging in Africa, the Greek word for which is Ethiopia. So if we go back far enough we find that we are all Ethiopians, every human being alive on earth. We are all one people. And if, as the Lord states in Genesis 11:6, that "nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them," then we can most certainly begin to manifest our oneness again, which has been hidden from us for thousands of years by our confusion. We have proved our creative capabilities by our inventions, the microchip, the cellular phone, the rocket ship and space station, the walls we have built up around ourselves in our cultures, we have been marvelous creators, creating what we have proposed. It is time now, in this time of reflection, to propose we all come together again and create harmony, peace, unity, love, and respect for our Ultimate Creator, that which gave us the power of creation. So much power was put in our hands, and it is time we used it for good, for truth, justice, and righteousness. It begins with all of us acknowledging that we are one people, one human race. We are all Jews, we are all Muslims, we are all Buddhists, we are all what we are, perfect and imperfect, empty and whole, we're just a bunch of lost Ethiopians longing to know ourselves again as who we really are.

Shana Tova u'Metuka

2010-09-08T23:54:00.000-07:00

2010-09-08T22:39:00.003-07:00

The management would like to apologize for the two caw birds of the Goose Wranglers aging face that you have to deal with in a row in the these previous/following posts (depending on your perspective). We're lost in the wilderness, certainly did not anticipate this clawful craw. So be it. all the very best from the guilty conscious of the wrangler in his sludge pit. PS... be reminded that in the following video, should you weather it, Kingston is whining in the background because he wants to go out.

Good Evening...

2010-09-06T22:41:00.003-07:00

Good evening crew. If there has not been much posting, or if it has been drivelific, we do apologize. This has been an interesting summer. Thick sludge has been slivering through our brain stem holding us deep below the surface of the sand. The Mad Professor is spinning on the record player downstairs. Tomorrow we return to the schooling sandwich of seminary. Tomorrow the Goose Wrangler has his first preaching class. To put an end to this third person silliness, I'll say I'm nervous. I am nervous. HM-2244-01 (545) Preaching: Theology and Praxis. Here we go. Embarking on the great adventure, walking in the footsteps of Crawdad, getting shoved into the sveld nibs. Here comes Mindhead little twiddly winks. Are the seminarians ready!!?? This is going to be a trip.

Who is G-d... What is the Zord? What does it not want?

2010-09-05T01:30:00.004-07:00

Out here witnessing creation is a pretty amazing experience.
Don't you think?
Look around Kemo Sabe.
What do you see?
If you have eyes that see, do you see colors?
Light.
You have eyes made of molecules.
Bodies of nuclei.
Popping and Jiving DNA.
You know what Zord is?
Emptiness, Void, Everything, the Great Creator, The ONE, ABSOLUTE, ONE?
The whole enchilada?
What's that?
Everything.
And you are looking at it.
Out from those two eyes made of molecules.
Wow.
Right?
What are those molecules made of?
Empty space, inside empty space, inside empty space,
little circles of energy popping in and out of existence, and spiraling perfectly,
and you can see, and it all just looks still.
Blink.
Open.
It's all there.
Close your eyes.

Know how long it took G-d to create the ability to see, to witness Its own creation?
It took forever.
The first thought.
The birth of the entire Ultraverse.
The primordial ooze.
Now.
Here we are.
Creators.
As the eyes of Creation, WE have the power of creation.
We've been around a long time.
We are descendants of the primordial ooze.
We are the dinosaurs who survived.
We are that we are.
SEE.
Where are we going?
What are we doing?
Who are we?
WE.
Creators.
Ultranet.
Mindhead.
Here.
We don't want to destroy this creation.
We don't want this to end.
Creators.
We manifest IDEAS.
What are WE thinking?
Any good ideas?
Any bad ideas?
What do WE not want to do?
What does MotherFather G-d not want to do?
Stop seeing its creation?
We have to be mortal to witness creation.
Death is the price of life.
Here we are.
Open your eyes.

March 11, 1999, Wat Umong, Northern Thailand (from the journal)

2010-08-23T17:57:00.003-07:00

Love is a flower garden watered by tears (quote written on a tree)

Look at everything and find nothing
Look at nothing and find everything

Here I sit,
Beside a peaceful paradise
Thinking thoughts already pondered.
Wanting to bring pictures home to prove something
I cannot let my minds knowledge suffice.
Lone Ant marching in the shadow
Inches away another individual in the sun
Over leaves and over stones
stepping softly in their home.
I object and do deny
their right of passage by and by
And why?
For moments of whistling sadness do I sit and watch the rooster
sounding his royal screech?
Now rooster watch me watch the fly eat me.
Why stop it, though I want to so badly,
Is it not true that I am only being my best, even if only to give life to a fly?
It's OK

I am food
I am self
I am nothing
I am food
I am self
I am everything
Life is life
Life is food
Life is sex
I am sex
I am life
I am
I am full
I am empty
As is life
There is no beginning and there is no end
but there is.
There is no plot
There is no climax
but there is.
So I am what is
where I am
So I should know what is
where I am
But there is what is without self
and this is where one can find peace
For when there is no self
there is peace
and there is.

America

2010-08-23T15:40:00.001-07:00

Another day

Sitting at Bleu Sky hotel Indian restaurant

Overeating chicken biryani and drinking chai

The freshman class has arrived

Really packing it in

Twice as much as i needed

There really isnt much to worry about

All luxury problems

In the midst of illusion

Test it out and figure it out for yourself.

Really think you know whats going on here?

Keep thinking

Well

moving on

I'm feeling better this afternoon

And chai really does taste better with sugar

All these students cruising around

and it's just life

And it does not make sense

No matter how much sense they try and make of it

This is a miracle

Floating around in the midst of madness

In the midst of existence

In the midst of Nothing

Doctor Who?

2010-08-17T22:33:00.004-07:00

Making circles in the solar system
Hanging Christmas lights with spaceships
Building space stations
and talking to God on a cellular phone
Suddenly looks up
and sees Doctor Who on the shelf
in red letters
A Journey Through Time
on a bright yellow sign
Drink some tea Goose Stranger
and eat your weight in slime
The gelatin is in the hen house
and there's lipstick on the vine

Drunk (from October of 2004)

2010-08-17T15:25:00.002-07:00

The thrown book spins through the air
and slides off the dark wooden table
onto a chair made of pine branches
The faces are soft
feelings jagged
Here
watching the rose petals darken and shrink
The lonesome flower drips tears
petal after petal
falling into the darkness beneath
The dying petals leave nothing
but emptiness that wants to be a flower

2010-08-15T11:33:00.001-07:00

sober is the hardest drug I've ever done.

Brief Poem Break (Sweat Brain)

2010-08-02T11:38:00.002-07:00

Sveld Nib tree man
Walking into the apple store
behind all his friends
Forgotten in a foreign country amidst everyone
Trying to find success
Rushing toward inevitability
Rushing nowhere
Busy on the move
Diamonds
Diamonds forever
Rings and smoke
wafting through the ether
in the soft crusade
All the little Jewish Children
cut us up into pieces
Drowning our tidbits in wine
Sucking out our nutriment
We're all Jews now
Velge Nilge
Transvictumtorium
Does that make sense to you Glench Ditch?
If not wee haw, then fledge nidge and slime
Have a nice time.

29 July Year of our Zord 2010

2010-07-29T18:59:00.004-07:00

Sitting on San Pablo outside Casa Latina
Reading "The Shape of Suffering" by Thanissaro Bhikkhu (Geoffrey DeGraff)
Slowing the mind down
With the music filling my ears
Inside my skull processor
Through little plastic ear phones
Everything is moving and everything is still
It's all happening and nothing is happening
Suddenly there is a bottle of wine and a little bag of weed at my house
Not in my body
But right there waiting
Cocaine in Chico
Time to move to another house
Thinking with ignorance
Craving arising

I mainly relate to crazy people
The true bums
These are my people
Like nameless man
But my pockets are bulging with money and possessions and they have nothing
This illusion looks a lot different for them
And it's all perspective
They are the Jesuses
They are the Buddhas
These people
The poor we have a war on
They are the Masters
Not the Dalai Llama flying around in first class

The clouds are parting
Pushed quickly East by the wind
And the sun is behind them
And the clouds are running East
Across blue sky
Above a dilapidated Svennson Volvo specialist shop
With a girl walking by toward Siva Devananda Yoga hidden on Delaware
And a little old black man riding by on his red scooter in front of scaffolding
In the midst of Pattica Samuppada, dependent co-arising
In the midst of Nothing
In the midst of Void
Somewhere in the midst of the Big Bang
Here we are
Riding the Ether

A Tea Party

2010-07-13T22:48:00.007-07:00

Hey crazy heads! You see this picture? Tea party? What this picture proves is what a free ass country we live in, and how completely different the two men on the sides are from the man in the middle. Now I'm not saying Barack Obama is some kindof saint. He is not. He is at the helm of a dangerous government, engaged in two unjust wars in the middle east, where we are bombing human beings with unmanned drones and claiming some sort of legitimacy. Our own citizens are preyed upon by private corporations which enjoy the rights of individuals. These corporations have the protected right to brain wash the population in a rabid consumption driven ideology. No, Obama is no saint. But if we were living in a state half as psychotic and sick as either Soviet Russia under Lenin after the Red Terror began, or Germany under Hitler, that sign would not only be quickly taken down, but the people responsible for making it would be arrested and quickly put to death. Instead, in this waste of freedom called America, the sign will be put on the news, and probably a good half of the media will applaud the sentiment of the Tea Party movement. Live Free or Die! Hah. This is some weird ass freedom my friends. This is a fallacy of freedom. You are free to obey the laws of the State of America, you are free to do as you are told, you are free to be a competitive individualistic automaton. You are free to reap the benefits of the oppression and poverty that people in the third world endure so that we can walk into a coffee shop and pay three dollars for a coffee, where somebody only made three dollars working all day to grow it. We are damn lucky to be free to drink the American cool aid, and we are damn lucky to be free enough to talk about how free or not free we are. Obama is no Hitler or Stalin, if he was, you can bet that the sign would never have been put up. All those people carrying signs or wearing shirts with that Obama Joker face would just disappear, never to be seen again. Bye bye. If the tea party thinks Obama is a Hitler or Stalin, they should prepare themselves for the Gas Chamber, the Gulag, or the firing range, but instead Obama is trying to give them health care. What kind of tea are these people drinking?

Smells like it sounds

2010-07-08T20:59:00.006-07:00

Are you insane Kemo Sabe? Does the pope eat chicken wings? How pure and true and lovely are the intentions of Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck? I can’t answer any of these questions. I’m still knee deep in sludge and we’re two years from the apocalypse, although I’m not convinced that the calendar isn’t off and 2012 actually happened in 1945, and the four horsemen actually rode into Hiroshima and Nagasaki snuggled up in twos on atomic bombs like bats swooping down from Hell. Well I’d like to think that was a bad enough horror show. Everyone needs an optimist once in awhile. Hi.

So what is the clawmeister up to? Well, I have ceased all ingestion of placebos, greens, blues, whites, liquids, etc. etc. The lamotrigine is all dried up in my shriveling brain stem and the nothing is crawling all over me like a thick damp blanket of sand. This haw. I could consume it with melancholy rage. When was the festival? Witnessing our foolishness head on and unmedicated is like sticking my face on a treadmill made of asphalt and napalm. Wee. This is so much fun. Reality. Eat a dead rat and suck a claw horn saith the swine herd.

Motivation? What’s the point? Why am I doing this? Why am I playing the fool? What am I doing trying to save the world and battling seminary? Why am I not just getting an MBA and trying to siphon the last bit of life off the planet and the rest of our souls like a normal person, a nice, well trained, little humanoid coddling the balls of the Master dollar and drinking my individualism cocktail through my me mouth thinking this is it? (as if my me mouth isn't individualistic enough, which it certainly is... as I worry about hair loss.) Why do I worship the nothing? There is no I; see? Just this felch experiencing this, trying to keep his mouth shut between the blinks of birth and death. Poof. I’m gone. I was never even here. I wouldn’t even know if I’d been here the whole time. Just like you, and you and you and you and you and the rest of us experiencing I AM. What? Nothing.

These are all just letters. Words on a page. Or a digital page now. These are all just ideas. None of this even exists. It’s all upside down and inside out and symbols for a thing that can’t be understood. It’s right here. In between the symbols. See the empty space, inside the empty space, between the spaces between the shapes. Ain’t no time like now. This is the end times as soon as we start the beginning.

Aug. 5 2002

2010-07-08T12:55:00.001-07:00

I’ve seen these things before.
The war, the discothèques, the Jews and the Indians.
I’ve seen before me on the giant screen, the sickest prejudice of all.
So I put on my hat.
But I threw away the poems, forgot the dreams.
Awake.
Without cool moon pools twinkling along the earth plain.
I’ve forgotten them all, and in turn they’ve disappeared.
I put on my hat.
Innocence, pure paradise.
What prejudice could be the worst?
So much worse than human killing human in the middle east?
Worse than the murder, rape and kidnapping of Africa?
The worst prejudice is that which prevents the answer from landing on our doorstep.
What if there is no enemy?
I put on my hat.

Late summer or fall 2002

2010-07-01T23:46:00.001-07:00

Teardrops
Soul crackers
Crumbling brick chimneys
The silence

I saw the inside of a microwave
Through a tinted windowpane
Folded bath towel on the kitchen counter
Huge rocks hurled through my windshield
Someone stole my skychair
And the world is ending

2012 right around the corner
Hold on to me
There is nowhere to go
Hold each other on this spaceship

I shimmied along the ground like a drugged lizard
Hidden behind a two foot wall of cement
I flat crawled along the ground
A speeding maniac
Pursued by an unknown monster
2012 coming round the corner
Comfortable in the shadows of the darkness in which we live
Behind the wall light is moving closer
I am the reptile running along the ground
Hiding from the light
Ever stronger behind the barrier
The hesitation
Murder, ceaseless slaughter, rape, sickness, storms, fire, conflict, anger, hatred, envy, Business

2012 coming round the corner
Better watch out
Slipping filler whiskers
Busy talk, busy time, world on the move
Problem time
The treadmill of busyness
Keep it moving on the track
Terrorism
You know
We better bomb Iraq

Evening drive to Oakland and the City

2010-07-01T15:50:00.000-07:00

Some sunsets from Hawaii.

2010-07-01T15:43:00.000-07:00

That brings us back to God

2010-06-22T04:14:00.006-07:00

So I was closing my eyes in this darkness and saw the skull and heard the people talking about evil, and where is God because of death, and we were back to fear and blah, blah, blah. So they were asking what is God, and who is in control, and the scientists were smashing particles together looking for the missing link, the smallest invisible particle of them all, and we were all afraid of dying, and thought there was evil, and, and, and- Wait. Where is God in all this confusion?
If we are temporary and beneath this flesh on my face is a bone dry skull someday, and then dust a few days later, isn't God still infinite? The God which encompasses all existence, the Big One, which is behind all the universes, planets, stars, cells, particles, and atoms, behind even ourselves; isn't that One infinite?
If that God is infinite, the Big One, the Great Creator, it not only encompasses the entire universe, but we also, therefor, all exist within God, as we are part of the same universe which God encompasses. The infinite God must encompass all the manifest realm if this is all the manifestation of the God of Creation.
So despite the skull that awaits my face, I am more than impermanent, for like the universe, I am also a manifestation of God.
Remember, all the universes of universes are Its creation, Its manifestation, and so also are all the molecules.
In the darkness I saw the spinning helix of DNA in all the lovely colors we draw it in our pictures. Complex as the universe and infinitely creative, that DNA molecule is another manifestation of God. The more complex it makes itself, the more complex we become. Here we are, big complex conglomerations of molecules, considering ourselves, and existence, worrying about our temporary skulls, which are like hermit shells for the DNA of God.

Paw breath of infinity

2010-06-21T13:35:00.002-07:00

Aloha.
Not much to report. Squelch in the blender in Hawaii. Debating peyote. I'm so utterly sane, I can't stand it. I long for madness. This sludge brain quieted by lamotrigine, longs to move at the fast pace of old. But alas, the race car brain ever ends in sanitary splendor in a comfy psychiatric ward playing ping pong.
Smoke my claw horn wee haw! And we'll all sing songs like Ding Dong Daddies from Dumas.

Leave that girl alone.

2010-06-10T01:26:00.004-07:00

Is anyone else out there feeling a little dissatisfied, a little lonely, a little strange? I keep checking Facebook, browsing Google News, The New York Times, the Huffington Post, and I'm coming up short. Maybe it's just because I can't seem to stay in one place long enough to keep a close group of intimate friends, but I'm just always looking out there, searching, seeking, running. The news is terrible. War, oil spill, patriarchy, oppression, politics, criminal governments, unemployment, rape and murder. Not so nice. Facebook is empty, there is everybody looking happy, all the time. Here is what we did. Here is me looking pretty on a beach, out drinking with friends, at this great concert, at a wedding, etc. etc. etc. Does anyone get depressed anymore? Judging from the Facebook updates it wouldn't seem so. If there is any depression going on it is usually cloaked in some vague cynicism. "I'm depressed." Then someone writes "LMAO." yea. hah. hah. hah. It's no wonder there is so much drug and alcohol abuse, at least that is something you can do socially which usually involves turning off the computer. "Hey pass that joint..." hah. "LMAO." I wonder how many people use their little computer video camera to film their suicide. A sad thought. And someone would laugh.
I'm not considering suicide or anything. But drugs and alcohol, I sure consider those sometimes. I bought a packet of Samson rolling tobacco today. A little fresh brown death to keep me rooted to the ground for a change. Nothing special. The Grouse defriended me on Facebook. LMAO. I was actually going to defriend her after she really laid down the law and made it clear that I need to move on. I think it was something to the extent of "Nothing is ever going to happen between us, you're not Jewish, I'm looking for someone who is Jewish and who will fit into my family. Quit living in a fairy tale, life is not a novel." This may have been a gentle way of saying LMTFA (leave me the fuck alone), and I have to admit that I've put enough nails in the coffin of our non-existent relationship to feel compelled to respect her request. But I still think life is a fairy tale, and who is she to say that this isn't all a novel? I mean it makes about as much sense as, say, walking around on a planet orbiting the sun in a vast universe of mostly empty space. But who am I to say?
Well who am I. I am the nothing that creeps in the night. I am a manifestation of the void, just another lunatic, another fool, another dreamer. But I love you. The Big You. The holy family of our human race. I even love Glenn Beck. What a guy! Each and every one. Starting with the one who started the whole damn show of opening my wounded heart, and her name was Jenn. The universe in my novel has been unfolding ever since. But she did tell me to LHTFA. So I guess that means i'm getting another chance to walk into the unknown. OK then. I'll just see if there is anything new on Huffington post, check for some interesting Facebook status updates, and maybe write one of my own that says something like: freedom from the known.

From Fall 2002

2010-06-08T01:03:00.001-07:00

7 years of childhood
Never did grow up
Old coffee syrup in an empty cup
I was never understood
I’m an old kid in a wrinkled suit
Life’s voice is dull and quiet
The news a gentle riot
In the kitchen eating fruit
Monuments in kitchen doors
Everybody getting laid
Mommies pimps and daddies whores
As candles burn the soft crusade
It seems like life is a bit less real
Death wanders across the plain
And a very dull pain that I can’t quite feel
Here I’m staring in the mirror again

A Poem from August 2002

2010-06-03T01:38:00.003-07:00

Here is the ceremony
Nights full clear sky moon
Twinkle twinkle sparkling leaves
Aroused by the gentle wind

The full moon whispers
and the slow fools wander now as the gray hallucinations pass
The August warm midnight acrobatic climax
Only a light shiver of cool crispation touches my skin
To signal the coming of another seasons change

Everything is tingling in the melonish wetness of life
as the time approaches when life drys out
grows brittle with age
falls
and is taken by the earth

Tonight we are all together in the light midnight sky
The glowing white magic circus moon
The cloud illuminator
Fantastic white sky beacon
Master of the evening that is not death

Gray hallucinations on the ground.

Into New York 2009 the Jelly Version

2010-05-28T16:14:00.000-07:00

The madman on parade. Driving through the night on a mission, questioning his own dedication.

A Brainstorming Session

2010-05-25T20:30:00.000-07:00

I had just arrived in New York chasing the Grouse in May of 2009... Trying to tie it all together. I'm probably better off just writing. But for those who can power through 7 minutes of blathering, this is one step on my way of getting to articulate this deep stuff without the help of substances... calmer and calmer on the way to the Nothing.

Done for.

2010-05-21T00:17:00.002-07:00

Lost inside the fools spaceship
Head wrapped round the orange rind
Slope eared
Drowning in phlegm

The sickness licks the eggplants
Caressing the sharp quills
Pulling them softly
Preparing for the operation

The King tortures what he loves the most
Loves it so much he tortures it with no intention but love

Man.

The Man-beast
Inventing himself upside down
The terror-show
With Claws
The Television

Longing for insanity because it makes more sense
To be sane is to be totally lost
So we sit softly after anonymous meetings and talk about wanting to drink
They just look at me

What goes on in these heads?
I can't very well go telling them who I am
Start ranting and raving about how we need to start the revolution
Giving orders
Starting the show
No

Or is it time?
The clock is ticking down

Do we all lack the same balls?
Are we all sitting around waiting for ourselves to look at ourselves and say
"Hey, isn't it about time we saved the world?"

Isn't it about time we woke up
opened our eyes
and admitted that we're all crazy?

We're all gonna die
We're all alive
This isn't really happening

But wait

This is really happening

What are we going to do about it?

Keep our heads stuck firmly in the ground
Comfortably numb
Slump faced and glazy?

Where are you Ubermensch?

I need help
I could really use some encouragement
I could really use some help

My dog is hurt
I'm tired and insane
I don't know how much time is left
My heart is bigger than the universe
It's killing me

The Wrangler on the Way to Louisville, KY...

2010-05-12T20:48:00.000-07:00

This was on the way to NYC chasing the Grouse (That's the girl)... we told everyone we knew the story about going there to find her, but we didn't tell her. Then we moved into her neighborhood. Well, it didn't go as planned, as you might imagine. But more on that later. Here is a video of our approach into Louisville, and a short pit stop there... more on that later.

Sitting down and Wasting time

2010-05-10T21:41:00.002-07:00

Listening to Robert Hunter "Aim at the heart"
Singing "Here I am,"
I'm right here
Alone in the midst of us all
I'm right here
Waiting
Singing the nothing rainbows
while the sheep dance in the fog breath
Listening to the universal song
We've been singing since the beginning of time
I'm right here
Waiting
Alone in a digital cave
Whispering a silent song of sad dilapidation
To the sky tops
I'm right here
Yet you jabberwalk in the meaninglessness
Busying yourself with slime
Bury me in the rose bush
Fool
I'm already dead
Watch me while you waste my time
Leave me whispering to the rainbows
While the petals droop
and decay
Hunched over and worthless
Wasted away
Another savior washed downstream
While the silver crested star beam
Turns darkness
In the slivers of time

2010-04-30T02:58:00.003-07:00

Dude this internet is killing me. Where is the real world? I'm addicted to Facebook. I'm taking a month off. No more. That's it. I'm never going to write a book with all these outlets for my blatherings. I just blah blah blah on this blahg, or a nice little 120 character intellectual fart on facebook... blah blah blah. This is ridiculous. We are trapped in front of these screens. Slaves to this digital world. Aren't we going to have enough time out in eternity... disembodied spirits? Do we really need to be entering this ethereal realm when we have nature, paradise outside. People to meet. Places to go? No it's just this online trap. I'm tired of it.

Humans have this amazing capacity to just say "this is normal" to just about anything. Take, packing ourselves onto planes and just taking off into the sky. Wee. Here we go.

2010-04-28T18:16:00.004-07:00

The atom is enlightenment itself. Man is ignorance himself. If through humility we can at least come to see that we are no "greater" than atoms then maybe we can transcend our ignorance. We are made of atoms, but have, through our ignorance, separated ourselves from nature and are destroying life and the perfection of the gifts we were given by the creator. Follow the trail of our "enlightenment," trying to be more than we are, and you will find the road to hell. When we were One with the gifts of life, living and dying in harmony with creation, it was already paradise. The only thing that is not enlightenment is man and his ignorance and separation. It's all harmony but we are raping it by thinking we can transcend it. Trying to become more than man is unconsciously striving for hell, thinking you are looking for heaven. Heaven is all around you, you can't get any higher than right now. It's an illusion. Think about 7 generations from now, our descendants, and all our striving on this earth, cars, planes, plunging metal tubes into the earth to suck out oil to burn into smoke in the atmosphere, starving the top soil by monocrop farming and killing the forests, all to try and become more than man. Are we creating heaven or hell for them? You aren't going to be born anywhere else. We are just sperm and egg, made of atoms, unions of dancing DNA. Trust me, ground your spaceships. You don't want to be born on mars. There is nowhere else to go. It's all right here. And you can't get any higher than right now. You can't become more than man. You can only become yourself. And who we really are will rebel against the savage rapists we have been taught to be.

2010-04-27T22:54:00.002-07:00

Call me white and hang me from a tree. Just some things for us to think about.

2010-04-23T15:44:00.005-07:00

As I sit here procrastinating on all the papers I have to write, all the studying I need to do, I can't help but think about how much work our species has to do here on earth. My friend Dan was just telling me how modern clinical psychology (he's studying to be a psychologist) doesn't match up with his spirituality. Psychologically speaking the ego is a healthy thing, he said, something that keeps us sane by being able to compare ourselves with others. His spirituality focuses on how everything is an illusion and we are really just One. Now I am all with him there, but even though none of this is happening and this is all an illusion (spirituality) this is also really happening (psychology). As the saying goes: before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. So we're all connected, we are all one, this is all an illusion. Yep. So what, we are also destroying the life giving properties of our planet, we are teaching selfishness, greed, and ideologies of separation and disharmony between our fellow brothers and sisters. This is really happening. We can know that we are all ONE, and that we are going to die, and this is all an illusion. Great. OK, it's true. But then what? We have to see things as they are. We are really here, conscious creators in the midst of creation, totally fucking things up. It's all connected, it's all perfect on some higher realm, yea, that's all true, but so what!? We have work to do. We are being fools. We are serving selfishness, delusion, greed. We are slaves to darkness. We have to get to work returning our people to the land, developing harmony once again, cleaning the water, living simply, destroying the corporations which are keeping us enslaved. Sitting and meditating on how perfect everything is, is not the answer. It's nice, it feels good, but there is work to be done. You have realized that everything is perfect and it's all connected, and we're all ONE, and life is impermanence, good, nice, fine, well done. Now take the next step and see things as they are. Foolish, insane, WE, as ONE, are being terrible creators. We have to work to do. We have to unite to stop this savage beast of darkness and delusion, selfishness and greed. So you know we are ONE. Good. Now go and tell someone about it. Don't sit in your meditation chamber and do yoga. That's just more selfishness, although, I could probably do with some more yoga and meditation, and these can be constructive things, but we have to be engaged). If we just isolate in the emptiness and bliss of meditation or yoga, we let delusion continue to do its work. Chop wood (not literally, at this point with all the deforestation, it's probably a better idea to replace this adage with "plant tree") and carry water. We have work to do. Let's save the world (boy that sounds cheesy). Let's save ourselves (WE ALL OF US) not me myself or you yourself. We are meaningless. We are nothing. We as individuals are temporary. The individual is the illusion, we don't need to sit and meditate all day because we don't even exist. True. But actually we do exist, and this is really happening, so what do you want to do with your time, sit and meditate to experience non-existence (you'll have eternity for that) or do you want to step out the door, open a book, think, learn, act, and engage in this trip that IS REALLY HAPPENING!?

The Loon in the Coop.

2010-04-19T22:57:00.003-07:00

Oh this savage beast should be writing a paper right now! Well, instead, old swine herds, claws of infinity, slouchers and preachers, and magicians, I thought I would write to you. Enough with these weak little response papers I've been posting, here is something straight from the monkeys mouth, and on out to you my darlings. So craw breath, haw flair, slew drab, and lench. Many blessings. Here is a song.

Question Response About Racism for Seminary Class.

2010-04-16T22:43:00.002-07:00

Hello Class,

Racism is a terrible consequence of ignorance and the hatred that it can create. While we are still dealing with racism today in many forms, I think it is still important to remember how far we have come. It is remarkable how humankind can change when they are given new information and new education. The biggest problem with racism, at its root, in its earlier manifestations, and in its lingering effects today, is that people are taught to see themselves as different from people who look, or talk, or act different than themselves. I do not believe that people are born racist. They are brought up and are taught racism by the ignorance of their society or their culture, or on a smaller scale by their family group or general community. As we have come far as a world, with an almost universal consensus against sanctioned slavery or segregation, we still have a long way to go to eradicate the roots of these terrors. It is an amazing thing to think that only 50 years ago people of color could not have lunch in certain restaurants, sit in certain seats on buses, or could not even drink out of the same water fountains as people with a light enough skin color, and today there is a person of color in the White House. Yet there are groups of white supremacists, many who even call themselves Christians out there in this country training with guns and ranting and raving about racial purity.

I went to the Museum of the African Diaspora today in San Francisco with a group from PSR and one of the first things that the lady who took us on a tour made clear was that every one of us, every human being on earth no longer in Africa, is a member of the African Diaspora. She asked where the human race began, and pointed out the Great Rift valley to us on the map. That is where our entire race is from. It was pointed out that there is more genetic diversity among human beings in Africa than there is between human beings (the rest of us) outside Africa, because there was such a small group that first left and those of us who have covered the earth outside of the home continent are all descended from them. There is more genetic diversity between two neighboring groups of chimpanzees than there is between any two human beings on earth. Every single one of us human beings on earth are 99.99(and probably a few more 9's) genetically identical. Race is a social construction. We are one human race, and depending on how far our later ancestors moved from the equator, how far north or south they went, what they ate, what sort of climate they lived in, and who they were mating with, determined their shade of color. If we want to eliminate racism as people of faith, in religions, and to foster social justice, we simply need to teach this truth. So long as we look to history we will find someone to blame. They did that, they did this, and the truth is, we are they. We are all relatives if you go back far enough, and nobody is from anywhere, we have been so busy identifying with the illusions of society and culture, we are so habituated to a tribal mentality, that we have become addicted to the ignorance of the fact that we are all one tribe. If racism continues we will destroy ourselves, because we will continue to act out of ignorance if we are incapable of acting on the new information we have at hand. Can we transcend an addiction to thousands of years of ignorance which has kept the truth hidden from us? If religion and people of faith will update their ideology with the information we have at hand, that we are one human race, one people, living on one small fragile planet that we are highly interdependent with, then we will make great headway in eliminating racism. To combat racism and racist groups, we must teach, preach, and spread this new knowledge with every ounce of energy we have, to become free from the fetters of a history of ignorance.
As Paul wrote:
You, my brothers [and sisters], were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful [we might replace this word with ignorant] nature; rather, serve one another in love. The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your neighbor as yourself." If you keep on biting and devouring each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other." Gal. 5:13-15

all the best and many blessings,

Andrew Scott

2010-04-14T21:35:00.001-07:00

One day after another and nothing remains the same
sitting quietly as the little tear drop soldiers
rise slowly from the ashes
and march down memory lane

What is this some sort of flying colony of ants?!!

2010-04-09T12:37:00.000-07:00

Response to question of violence in society in relation to Gandhi for Religious Autobiography class

2010-04-04T12:43:00.003-07:00

Well,
In regard to this question... I think we are still at about the point MLK described when he said:
"This hour in history needs a dedicated circle of transformed nonconformists. Our planet teeters on the brink of atomic annihilation; dangerous passions of pride, hatred, and selfishness are enthroned in our lives; truth lies prostrate on the rugged hills of nameless calvaries; and men do reverence before false gods of nationalism and materialism." MLK

That was in 1963. Violence, non-violence. It almost seems impossible to imagine a world without violence, because ever since our species learned to write things down it appears we've been murdering each other. Maybe ever since we got booted from the "garden of eden" we've been acting like a bunch of savages. At least that appears to be the story we have told ourselves. The story of mankind, written by mankind, is a violent bloody affair, interspersed with love and beauty.

We are all going to die. Is death itself violent? If it is, then we are by our very nature violent. If death is something we are taught to fight against, then we are trained for violence to combat the ultimate inevitable violence.

From birth, here in Western patriarchal Christiancentric universe, we are raised from birth with the implicit idea that we are violent by nature, that we are born sinful, and that a man had to die to get our sins forgiven. And yet as a people, we have not stopped sinning. So it seems his death was in vain.

To be transformed non-conformists in the words of Rev. MLK, maybe we need to radically alter even our basis for ideological understanding. If we want to create peace, maybe we need to tell ourselves a different story. Instead of teaching ourselves that we are inherently violent and that we need to resist our true natures and ask some higher being to help us not be violent, maybe we should begin teaching ourselves that we are by nature perfect, loving, divine, glorious creations of God, who at our core are non-violent. It would actually be closer to the truth. because if we actually look at the world, especially considering 70,000+ nuclear weapons sitting around out there, the millions of guns, bombs, fighter jets, racism, sexism, hatred, you have to admit, we are surprisingly non-violent as a species, at least to each other. If that wasn't true, if we really were such savage murderers, how can we explain that the human population doubles on earth at this moment every 50 some years. In 1950 there were 2.55 billion people on earth. Today there are 6.84. So we really aren't that violent. At least to each other, especially considering that the overwhelming ideology in the west is that people are not inherently good. We worship "the perfect man" as if He was really so different from ourselves. I'm just not sure that's what he was telling us. But if we look at Considering that by 2067 we'll have over 13 billion people on earth. Maybe true non-violence, at least to our mother earth and fellow species, will be for us to figure out a way to cut our population down and reduce our numbers, which some might argue is violence.

If I see every other human being on earth as a reflection of myself, as another manifestation of God, it becomes difficult for me to legitimate killing them. Maybe non-violence as articulated by Gandhi can be understood in terms of offering himself as a sacrifice for the greater good, like Jesus, he could not defend his life with violence because he had so much love for his fellow man.
he said: "non-violence implies as complete self-purification as is humanly possible [which suggests that he understands our pure being as non-violent] Man for man the strength of non-violence is in exact proportion to the ability, if not the will, of the non-violent person to inflict violence."

So maybe it comes down to, "love each other, or else..." "be nice, or prepare to be thrown into the volcano."

Sorry I went on so damn long. Interesting exercise. I guess I fall into the non-violent category. But we may have to drink the cool-aid to be ultimately non-violent.

Happy Easter... Good Friday, Crucifixion day, and the people go to Church.

2010-04-01T22:51:00.004-07:00

Everyone is walking around bewildered, because we don't know what we're doing here, what we are teaching here. We don't know if we are part of the problem or part of the solution. So we want to hide. So we seek pleasures of the mundane, and we try and worship something outside us to get relief as we have been taught to do. Are we teaching that Jesus is sitting at the right hand of God, separate from us? If we are teaching what so many religions, especially Christian Religion has taught us, we are really teaching a blasphemy of what Jesus really taught.

He was an enlightened master who tried to wake everyone around him up, tried to challenge institutional religion, which kept man in bondage by making God something separate from him, separate from Mother Earth. They raped and killed the Goddess, to subjugate spiritual man and fortify institutional religions, governments, nations. This is the Devil, darkness incarnate. Jesus came to teach that God is within you, that you are the spirit, that you have every potentiality of the universe within you. He told us to love each other.

He came to teach that what we have been taught by our religious leaders is a lie, and that they are just as lost as the rest of us. Isn't that what you are discovering here? So he spoke out, rejected the lie all around him, and he was crucified for it. Then the Church told a story about how Jesus was God, the god who was separate from us, from Mother Earth, who was judgmental, part of something angry, who had been punishing us for thousands of years for eating the fruit of knowledge. But this was the lie. Because this is still the Garden of Eden.

This is what Jesus taught, that this is the Kingdom of God. Here and now. God loves us and gave us life, and death is part of life, not some punishment we receive from an angry God. So they killed Jesus, the enlightened one, the Messiah of the Jewish faith. They did not want to be forgiven.

The darkness, the "devil" delusion, was too powerful, so we killed Jesus. Then we were told a story about how he is part of that God who he was trying to liberate us from. I and the Father AM ONE. They set Jesus up on the most High to judge us. They put him in a position he would never take, because Jesus forgives! He would not punish. He would die before he killed. And even when we killed him, he begged for our forgiveness.

So we were told this story, and 2000 years later we are still in bondage, still unconscious of our divinity, the divinity and the love of our Mother the Earth, and the infinite love of our Father in Heaven, manifest in the SUN. 2000 years later and we are still killing each other, still lost in thousands of years of the lie that we are separate from God, that God is not all around us, our very nature, that which made us, and that which we are made of.

Science is just as lost. They are looking for the smallest particle, they too are searching for God. But they will destroy us all in the process, because the power they are searching for, in their ignorant, spiritless hands, will destroy the very gift of God, our mother earth, our life giver, our sustenance. They work also at the dark power of ignorance, just like the Church itself. Nietzsche tried to tell us this in the Anti-Christ, which simply illuminates the Church built up in Jesus name, the false teachers using his name to continue our bondage and make us weak.

We must free ourselves. We must ask ourselves what we are teaching here? We must search for our own divinity, free ourselves from mental slavery. The Kingdom of God is within you, as it is also all around you. This is the great self we have to realize. There is nothing to fear.

The underlying message of Christianity, the implicit teaching, is that if you confront the institutions which subjugate you and lie to you, you will be killed. But we need not be afraid, we are already dead, and eternal life is not something that can be taken away. You are made of infinite material. You are a creature of the Light. Stop killing each other, love each other. Stop hiding from yourselves. And if you go to Church to find yourself, stand up in that Church and refuse to celebrate the murder of the innocent man who came to save you, not with his death, but with his life.

The Goose Wrangler Speaks about the Particle Accelerator at CERN

2010-03-31T22:45:00.000-07:00

Interesting 3 part series with a different point of view.

2010-03-31T00:51:00.001-07:00

911 Jones Street, Berkeley CA. 1:18 AM 2010

2010-03-26T01:24:00.002-07:00

Well, this mindstem, rough shod and tragic
lifts its clod face knife wise once again
A rejection of the soft leash hanging round my neck
with smoky vine and branches
Another day of sludge
waiting for the crispy vegetables
to ripen