Monday, November 30, 2009

Wisdom From Jefferey, Whizzer & Marvin on the Day Before Never.




"Hate AIDS, Love Life." Jeffrey the Movie


or


"Love Everyone/Thing, Always Tell The Truth." Maharaji via Ram Via Me


Hate AIDS.  Easy to do.  Unnecessary suffering, agonies, cruelty and greed manifested in the name of AIDS.  THAT is easy to hate.  But you can't hate something away.


As The Beatles told us, ALL you need is love.  On George's anniversary of his passing yesterday, or droipping the meat puppet, as I like to say, it gives one the chance to reflect and assess from where we have come and where the hell we are going.  George "got" Krishna or Christ consciousness.  Love is the only answer.


It IS exhausting loving the unloveable. It challenges our egos, our minds.  Good.  Let it tussle with your modes of entrapement.


Here is my exercize for you.  You won't like it. But give it a shot.


Really challenge your assumptions and perceptions.


LOVE AIDS for its fierce grace in growing compassion and empathy and propelling humankind forward, in reminding us that that which affects the least of us affects all of us, for burning away the borders of class, economics and race, and for the millions of angel souls who signed up to help us just-slightly-denser-than-cement beings remember the One.




Would I prefer not to have AIDS?

Yes. 


Would I be who I am, or even alive, without AIDS?


Most probably not.



It helps me to forget about Me and remember Us.
 
Grateful for, to quote 'Falsettos', 


"the chink in the amour
The shit in the karma
The blues."



Grateful for the U in Us.


Namaste.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Synchronicty--Is Time Linear?








This is just a little brain nugget to chew on.




"Mmmmmm- brains," -Homer J. Simpson




This is my Mom's favorite piece of jewelry that I gave her--one of the few pieces not stolen by the guy who broke into our house.




In High School, I got SO mad at her, I bent it up onto a ball--I know, I know--what a shitty kid. One of the wings fell off.
It hurt her so deeply, I immediately unbent it and offered to her as I sobbed. She hugged me and it never happened.


It's new, phoenix incarnation was astounding. It is the exact shape and size of the same image found on my grandfather, the architect, Otto Hermes' map of the Cape.


Our ancestors really do leave a roadmap for their dim witted followers.
And pain transmuted, is ceaseless beauty.


Thanks, Gramps! I love you, Mom.


Ach du lieber!!