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Four Letter Words You Can Say in Public

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »

There’s, like, at least four different dimensions of different personal perceptions of love in this story. Maybe more. This shorty was a brain-cleaning if ever I had one.

Love Is A Four Letter Word

“Well it is!”

“Shall I lecture you again on the difference between connotation and denotation?”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say that you can keep your lecture to yourself.”

“There’s only the two of us here.”

“Yeah, I was speaking for you too.”

“Well, someone’s feeling their inner wise-ass today. And before you say it, I’m definitely talking about you. But seriously, did someone with a captivating smile just turn you down, or did you just feel the need to start counting how many letters there are in the first words coming into your mind?”

“Are you sure I’m the only one here named Alec? I could swear for a second there I just saw your pants get smarter. Anyway, I was just in the park reading a book, and a couple is walking toward me, holding hands, and then, just as they were right about in front of the bench I was sitting on, I hear their voices start to raise, they unclasp, and there they start a fight right in front of where I’m sittin’ tryin’ to read. I’d have politely excused myself, but if I had stood up, I literally would have had to stand into them; they were that close! So there I am listening to some nonsense about why she shouldn’t have spent so much on a skirt, and it just brought back all sorts of memories about our joyful childhood.”

“Yeah, I must admit, when mom and dad divorced, that may well have been one of the happiest days of my life. Second, that is, only to the day they stopped living in the same house. I love them individually, but put them in the same room, you might as well ask chlorine to marry ammonia.”

“This is what I’m sayin’. So, actually, I was almost thinking of asking this cute girl I work with out, but then I thought, of course of Bea–“

“Bea again? Dude! It’s been five years already. Cute girl at work sounds like a good idea!”

“Which is why I was thinking about it. But then I thought about how it was that before I met Bea they never thought I’d walk again. It’s kind of hard to escape the fact that I was able to wiggle my toes for the first time in my life right after admitting to myself I was falling in love with her. I mean, call me crazy . . . And that coupled with Fighty McGees’ this afternoon at the park. I’m motivated about now to walk over to you and exclaim from a plethora of unsettling emotion and recollection that love is a four-letter word, but I think that’s about as far as I can take love today, unless of course Bea decides suddenly to forgive me out of the blue for being crazy-stalker guy, and just today I can’t fathom holding my breath.”

“Pity she can’t see you as you are now, you’re almost tolerable.”

“Gee sis, thanks. So are you.”

“Really though, one way or another, you’re bound to find someone who can stand you.”

“I did find someone who could stand me; or rather, somehow enable me to stand . . . and walk. But given my history, it’s probably better for her to find me at this point. Anyway, I guess I’ll mull it over over a jog in the park; that way at least I won’t be trapped by any more couples calling their love in quotation marks the real thing.”

“Well, brother, I’ll tell you. You know what another four letter word is? Soul. And you’ve got plenty of it. One way or another, I promise you’ll do just fine for yourself.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet. You know what another four letter word is? Four. And that. And yarn. I’ll be running along now. Love ya!”

“Sigh. Love you too.”

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Saving Daylight

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »

A real short one for ya this week, but this story just didn’t want to be any longer. It wasn’t for lack of time or desire; when something is complete unto itself, ya leave it alone and enjoy it for what it is. I wrote it a while ago, and coming back to it, thought it would be perfect for Daylight Savings time.

To Fall

She ran beside him through the field. Their long hair waved in the breeze, at times mingling with each other. Finally, when fatigue caught up with them, together they fell to the soft grass below, giggling upward towards the sun. She smiled to see him next to her; he was so happy holding her hand.

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Metaphor to the Nth

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »

I’m really enjoying this form of writing only in dialogue. It’s rather fun. Does anyone know of any other authors who wrote stories entirely in dialogue? I figure this can’t be a new thing . . .

A Toast!

“Love? Is that really all you think about?”

“Well, I tried thinking about controlling anything in my life once, but that never went very well. I seem to recall finding myself watching a lot more horror movies when I did. That, and I always wound up burning the toast. I’ve simply come to the conclusion that I’m the kind of guy who prefers toast under-done than over-done.”

“I was being serious.”

“So was I. I mean, I also hear that eating burnt things ups your chances of cancer, but really I prefer the taste of non-burnt toast, and that’s really most of the determining factor.”

“So you actually think about things other than love; at least, toast-wise.”

“Nah, I figure they go hand-in-hand. I mean, If I’m thinking about non-burnt toast, I’m thinking about Love. Actually, it’s more like if I’m eating non-burnt toast I figure I’m on a better track for having something closer to Love. Really what I think about is perfectly toasted toast, and I figure when my toast is finally just right, so too will be the ripening of the flower of my heart. And yes, I realize how that sounded . . . shut up.”

“So, that flower wouldn’t happen to be a pansy by chance?”

“I said shut up. But seriously, the problem is I don’t own a toaster. Trying to get one’s toast just right, in this old conventional oven, is a bee-atch. Now I once saw the perfect toaster, but it was way out of my price range. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for that toaster . . . aside from getting a job, which, I was too stoned at the time to do. Add in one more factor for why I kept burning the toast! I would stick it in the oven then forget it was in there. Hell, I didn’t even have the cash for an egg-timer to make sure my bread didn’t burn. My friend gave me the pot I was smoking for free, you see–”

“I’m sorry, we’ve stopped talking about your love life by now, right? I mean, if you don’t start talking about jelly or something, I think I’m going to have to blugeon myself to death with a rolling pin.”

“Yes, I’m still talking about Love. What I mean to say is that the toast is a basis for measuring my capacity to accept, and for that matter create, love in my life. Believe you me, I’m looking forward to getting some jelly on my toast like nobodies business! And some butter too! My thoughts on toast are only so that it’ll be perfect for spreading that butter; then gettin’ my jelly on. Marmalade! Or in my case I’ll probably start with cherry. It’s gonna be sweet though . . .”

“Okay, I’m leaving now. This talk of spreading butter is starting to get to my stomach.”

“I think you’re just gettin’ hungry. I’ll bet you just want me to spread you some butter!”

“Goodbye Dave!”

“Bye Charlene. Meet for tea same time tomorrow?”

“As long as you keep your marmalade in your pants. . . you got a date.”

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Under the Sea . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on October 9, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Light Penetrates
Alone in a small sail boat bobbing upon the waves. They rolled under the boat causing it to sway as the wind blew in the sail. All alone he sat and wondered if his legs would ever find rest upon the land, but there was no land in sight. Suddenly the waves began to part all around him, in every direction. This was no whirl pool as in tales of old; he was not spinning, the boat was lowering as a solid wall of water surrounded him; a cylinder made apparently by its own will, no physical structure holding the water in place as the walls rose, and the boat lowered further.
Finally, the boat had no further it could go, the ocean’s floor apparently exposed and dry as a bone. Straight up, light came through this tunnel as though from a great distance. He decided that between his two choices he’d allow the notion of terror that several tons of sea could fall upon him at any moment, crushing him if not drowning him, to be pushed aside by the wonder that the water was not falling, he had the most amazing view he could not fathom having, and what he did next with a situation hitherto incomprehensible was in the palm of his hand. He felt peace to be at the bottom of the enormity of unexpected splendor. The fish on the other side of the wall of water seemed almost to blink at him; he considered this might be what it felt like to be on the other side of the aquarium’s wall.
Since up was not at present an option, and he did not know how long time would hold the entirety of the ocean at bay before the notion he dare not consider, but from the periphery of his mind, come to fruition and he find himself crushed or drowned, he decided before fate choose the ending of his story, he might as well have a look around. And so he stepped off the boat, and onto the very dry ocean bed. His legs found themselves more stable upon the land, at rest from the bobbing and rolling. Unused to not having the feeling, the ghost of the feeling lingering, but at rest and getting used to something firmer, no matter how temporary. He took a step toward the wall of water surrounding him.
As he took a step forward, it seemed that the water maintained the exact same distance before him. And so he stepped again and again, and no change. Looking back, the water behind him also maintained its distance from him, but now seemed closer to the boat than it had been before. As he took two steps toward the boat, so too did the water move from it the same length as his stride. For a moment he considered what fate may befall his craft once he walk a radius away from where it sat, useless upon dry ground. He began again walking forward, from the boat, without looking back; until the water reached his craft. And his gaze touched the ship just in time to see the life-vest rise quickly from where it sat on the boat as the water overcame the vessel. Whether it would be worthy of continuing a voyage once he walked back and it found itself again dry, he did not know; he doubted it, and doubted that his craft might find any safe way again to the water’s surface that a journey might be made. He continued to walk forward, the ship was now no concern of his.
He felt to keep walking forward. There was no thought in his head as to where he was going, in what direction he was heading; he just walked. The fish swam around the cylinder as he made his way forward on dry ground. He felt it was right, he didn’t think about it. He enjoyed the beauty surrounding him. And he walked until he came to a space in which coral formed a path. The coral was only two feet above the ground, and he hadn’t noticed the shape that was formed between the coral expanse until it was at his feet; between the coral a path three-and-a-half feet or so wide. He followed between the coral field as though he was arriving somewhere, and the path he found was to bring him where he ought to be. His thought turned to anticipation of the uncertainty of further miracle. He walked further.
As he walked he saw a shimmer in the water ahead, a golden shimmer. And now he perceived more light through the water ahead and upward, as though the color of the water lightened directly ahead unlike the darkness traveling beside him. As the water met with the place where the shimmer was coming, as the water receded from where the shimmer met his radius, a door of solid gold was revealed; the knob as though filled with all colors dancing amongst themselves within the knob. Above him he saw that beyond the door, apparently his cylinder connected now with another cylinder standing stationary beyond this door. Something in him hesitated to take the living colors into his hand that he might enter, for all existence now was new to him and he knew not what anything meant, but he could not consider any direction but that which was directly in front of him.
As his hand reached toward the knob he found himself dissolving into it as the door filled with light. Bright light opened and departed to reveal no barrier between his circle of water from ocean floor to sky, and another circle just as his, joined at the radius. As he walked forward, so did the circles combine.
She smiled warmly upon him, and assured him first and foremost that she hadn’t been waiting long. He stopped midway to her and stared, feeling awkward to gaze without flinching upon her beauty, though not wanting to look away, and so allowing himself to as the peculiarity of the entirety of his situation seemed to permit him allowance in the moment of the time. And she spoke more as she began to stand from the object upon which she sat.
“I did not wish to return quickly with my fish to my village, and daydreaming, I think my boat went further than I had thought. But I had longed for time to myself that my mind might rest. And then my boat descended, and as the water was not crashing down upon me, I was grateful. I took some basic gear with me that I might fish. Seeing the fish swimming around me, I knew I’d never be hungry, fishing here would be easier than shooting them in a barrel. And I realized it was not that I wished to be alone, merely that I could be quiet in the company of another, something I never experienced, but felt with all my being would bring me peace of existence. And so I enjoyed fishing here for several hours until I felt light, peace, and harmony wash over me. I felt warmth throughout me as though I was not alone.”
She stepped toward him with her pole in hand. “Until I arrived here, I did not know I had been waiting for you. Once you arrived here, I knew there was no other reason for my existence but to find myself where I am. I’d apologize, but there is no fault to be had.” She walked close to him and took his hand into hers. Into his eyes she melted her own gaze. “Merely thank you for existing, I am so glad to meet you now.”
These last words spoken, there, where they found themself, so was the circle surrounding them perfect.

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Koan . . .

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on September 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »

What does God think of God?

Follow up question: Does God think of God?

Or at least, if the first question could be classified under the heading of Koan, perhaps then the follow-up question is a good place to begin the train of thought that might lead to a state of mind that is more helpful for one’s subsequent usage . . .

It seems to me that the only way to be able to conceive in terms of divinity is, firstly, to turn off the thoughts one typically associates with one’s “self.” Or at least turn away from those thoughts. And I’m not necessarily just talking about one’s typical identity of person-hood.

For example, a person might identify with “their” country. A person might identify with their “God.” A person might identify with their planet, etc . . .

Now, don’t get me wrong, as long as I can remember my cells have formed strands of DNA classifying me as a human being native to the planet Earth. What I’m saying is merely that in order to get into a “mind-set” a little more in alignment with a state of being capable of perceiving the divine of which all existence has sprung, it seems helpful to me to stop calling the cells commonly attributed to my consciousness “mine; it seems helpful to conceive I might be something transcendent of species; it seems that it might be helpful to consider that as life itself, I need not concern myself with the planet I happen to be tethered to aside from my day to day life.

In point of fact, when attempting to consider the divine, it seems as though trying not to conceive of myself at all might be most beneficial in attempting to conceive the divine.

Let me put it another way . . .

Dear reader, if you ceased to be entirely, what would there be?

And all the rest of existence working, apparently incapable of existing without being so intertwined and interconnected, what would that look like if there was no concern whatsoever with one’s own discomforts of existence? I mean, even if you happen to find a moment of perfect comfort, aren’t you only perceiving the comfort you find yourself embodying, perhaps at most only your immediate comfortable surroundings the only conception of “outside” beyond your person? What happens when comfort is transcended and there’s no you nor your immediate surroundings to consider? When you cease to be, what remains?

Personally, I think it a little funny that one would think that in death finally “God” would reward them with personal physical comfort. I think it a bit odd that so many people perceive that a divinity that created them is so flawed that it must have gotten existence so wrong that only in apparent non-existence, from the perspective of all other existence, is perfection finally realized. I contend that if even for a moment one could transcend their own minds, one could catch a glimpse of why one need not die to realize Heaven.

Of course, consciousness at our level is rather divided, isn’t it? I wonder if we truly have the potential to transcend our separateness in interacting with each other to fulfill what may be a potential unique only to conscious individuals, of sharing realized unity for the sake of enjoying our common existence . . .

Peace

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A Light-Hearted Prayer

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on July 3, 2011| 2 Comments »

This week a short and simple prayer. And if you are one who is disinclined to pray to anything regardless of gender, cultural background, or inconceivability of consciousness, then to you I say, “May your actions contribute to said ‘prayer’ manifesting for the sake of yourself and those whom you value.”

A Prayer:

May I be a mirror capable of reflecting only light,

May the light that touches those around me brighten their own view,

May they see clearly the beauty of their own existence, and may they see clearly how best they can make their own life more beautiful,

And may they see of me beyond their own image ever a smile to share joy in existence with the light they bring, and the light they would desire to bring.

May the work of my hands ease the pain of any who suffer,

May the work of my hands inspire any close at hand to take hand in easing the suffering of those around them.

Amen!

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I Like People

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »

It’s true, I do!

Okay, before I start I preface thus: this is going to be short. My internet’s been finicky the last two days, and I’ve been roaming about besides. So, even if I had wanted to up a longer post, the means were hardly at my disposal. That, and, due to these circumstance, this is going up a bit late, for which I apologize to anyone wanting to begin their Sunday morning with my fresh writings for the week. That being said . . .

Lately I’ve noticed how frustrated people seem to be quick to get with others from time to time. And so what occurred to me was this:

If something irritates you about another, and the reason for this is that you are capable in a way in which they are not, as their brother or sister, somebody who did not arrive on this planet capable of that thing which you now are, it behooves you to assist that person so far as your own mastery in that which you perceive yourself capable where they are not. Which is to say, if you know something about living they don’t, and you know it well enough you yourself are living it, it is your responsibility to shed some light and help others to share in said same preferred mode of living. Because, quite frankly, it will help you learn more about living too.

And that being said, the other flavor goes something like this: if the cause of your irritation with others is that you feel insecure because they seem to understand a certain something that you do not, the answer is to not be ashamed to learn. We all are learning, and practicing, and getting better at life. And we can all use all the help we can get when it approaches us accordingly. It’s a good thing!

So that’s it. With people either you share, or you respect someone for who they are and don’t take it personal. Or you get frustrated because patience can be hard sometimes, and sometimes it takes patience to love people, and that’s OK too.

So says the Tao Teh Ching, Chapter 27:

What is a good man but a bad man’s teacher?
What is a bad man but a good man’s job?
If you don’t understand this, you will get lost,
however intelligent you are.
It is the great secret.

Peace!

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Transmutin’ Wit Da Triamazikamno

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2011| 2 Comments »

“Holy-Affirming,,
Holy-Denying,
Holy-Reconciling,
Transubstantiate in me
For my Being.’”

-G.I. Gurdjieff

The other week, as an acquaintance of mine was babbling something interspersed with the term “holy trinity,” (and I wish here to make perfectly clear for the sake of not offending anyone that this acquaintance of mine is absolutely NOT catholic) my mind glommed onto the notion that briefly going over the basic common-cosmic law of three would not make for a bad topic. Everything = God, therefore, even more so that most basic universal law upon which all of existence without exception is derived. God’s engine, if you will . . .

G.I. Gurdjieff wrote it out this way:

” . . . three holy forces of the sacred Triamazikamno the said science calls as follows:

the first, the Affirming-force’ or the ‘Pushing-force’ or simply the ‘Force-plus’;
the second, the ‘Denying-force’ or the ‘Resisting-force’ or simply the ‘Force-minus’; and the third, the ‘Reconciling-force’ or the ‘Equilibrating-
force’ or the ‘Neutralizing-force.’”

The Tao Te Ching’s says: From the Tao is one; one begets two, two begets three, and three begets the myriad things. – A paraphrase of different translations of chapter 42.

Jewish mysticism speaks of three, the Hindus have the Trimurti, even the catholics have their famous trinity. And so, all this talk of three in just about every deep teaching on creationism naturally gives rise to the question: is there truth to these teachings of three, and if so, what does the teaching mean? And it is quite simple, and the foundation, three-dimensional as it may be, upon which the universe as we can conceive it as three-dimensional beings, exists.

Let’s start with the conceptual, the squeeze your brain stuff, and work our way back to the basics, shall we? I hear no dissent, here we go!

The Tao says first is the Tao. I like that term better than the term God, personally, it seems more dispassionate, and thus somehow more objective. Of course, the Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao. But it is all encompassing and omni-present and eternal through all of everything, and thus, from the limited concept of numbers, since it is perfectly all-inclusive in every way, it is pretty safe to call it One. Which immediately, of course gives rise to Two. Why? Because the second you start calling something One, that means there must be something other than One; a Two if you will. And Two doesn’t necessarily mean an existence; it could mean a non-existence, like “On” “Off.” But the idea is that if you can call something “One” there must be a “Two” to compare it to, otherwise, instead of “One” there’s just Tao, or, if you like, God. And if there is a Two, then there must be Three, and here’s why . . .

Two implies the complement of each other. Being and not being. On and Off. Back and Front. In and Out. Plus and Minus. In between, the whole of their disparate existences, their net sum, the Tao itself, becomes three. One means Two, thus One plus Two is Three. Which is two say that two forces perfectly opposite do not destroy each other, they go exist as themselves, but when they try to interact, something not quite either emerges. A harmonizing effect based on what happens between the two, that is one and two, and thus is created from these sacred basic existences all the many many different things we can be aware of, or in other words, three begets the myriad things.

So first is all of existence indivisible. Then, when one perceives the reality of that whole, two is distinguished because in indivisible there is no perspective but omni-perspective. And thus, to be able to know that, one must be able to consider the illusion of differentiation, which sets oneself from the whole of All, and thus is born two. And the interaction between All and part is the third force, the holy spirit of creating existence, which is how the different things of existence comes to be.

Ready for the easy part? Force Plus, Force Minus, and Force Equalizing. So it goes like this: you put together two opposing forces and they find their balance based on whichever of the forces is stronger.

You push down on a soft piece of bread, there now exists bread with a dent. You apply heat to dough, bread rises and won’t get moldy for a lot longer than if that same substance were instead left in a cool dark place. You keep water and flour separate, there is water, and flour, and no new creation.

Proton, Electron, Neutron.

Male, Female, Child. From this most sacred of impulses amongst polarized sexuality within them, for the most part, comes a chromosome-equal entity that will exist based upon the sum of its parts internally, and its experiences externally; which if you think about it gets into the number 6 as 1.

And so, what the trinity means is one plus two equals three in all creations without exception. For an existence may lean more one way or the other, but where both directions intersect, no matter which direction one leans toward, that is where the harmonization of their existence reconciles the two disparities, and that is where the culmination of all existence exists within it.

Unless it is dead, in which case it is about to become a tree, which, personally, I believe is only a plus!

TTFN!

P.S. Did someone mention transmutin’?

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To Serve

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2011| 1 Comment »

When I think about organized religions, especially the western ones, and I compare them to the way I perceive God, it looks to me something like this:

Many, maybe most, not all, who subscribe to the organized bunch generally seem to have some, if not in the very unfortunate cases all, of their thoughts on the matter written for them somewhere in some book, or thought into their minds, without a direct experiencing of what it is they think they believe. I have trouble believing something in a book, no matter how old it is or how many people buy it, because, I have read a lot of books. What is on a page, and what I can feel with my hand, seldom mesh. Mother Goose and Grimm is nice in its way. Porridge is better than starvation, and when one falls down a hill their likely-hood of death does increase. But, on a whole, I’m able to perceive that a story is not necessarily written to be congruous with my life as I am living it. It may contain a good example of something. Maybe make me think of something that does have an actual, real world, application. But on a whole, a story is a story, and when I’m not a crazy person, I can usually leave it in the book it came and walk away happily.

But when one can’t tell the difference between a story in a book, and the life they are living, there seems to me to be a problem. When a person takes the words of some man, or woman, and believes that the validity of their life rests solely in the words written by a human being, they have stopped seeking their own individuality and have stopped seeking their own connectivity to the divine form the perspective of their own unique individuality.

So, since everything, from my perspective, is God, and since every person is given the capacity to choose, if they choose to use that capacity, I see a metaphor for two distinct approaches to God. In this metaphor one has no choice but to serve the divine. One may be serving the adversarial aspect of the divine, HaSatan, but nonetheless, no one has choice but to serve wherever they are best suited to serve, within the context of an Omni-Divine universe. That being the case, the choice lies in this: In one version, in which one lives out the words of a book as though it were their own perspective, one chooses slavery to a God they choose never to want to have a direct interaction with. In the other version, one chooses to serve God and take their orders directly from a living entity creating existence in real time.

Because they think that stepping outside of their book and having a real relationship with God is too scary, one would bow their eyes below the light of the divine and see its light cast only on a man-made representation of the world. In the other version, one serves actively the creation of the world as it exists and is being made to exist by the light provided; their eyes resting where the intention of creation is at hand.

Not that one can’t derive good inspiration from some words passed down over the ages, but at the point in time in which one has been conned into being afraid that someone believing something different is damned to Hell, they seem too over-joyfully to begin creating that Hell amidst us on Earth in order to save us from the very thing they are so anxiously afflicting upon us living folk. At which point the desire for death to “go to Heaven” or in different terms “make it stop” suddenly becomes all too clear.

The alternative seems to be to eat our food with bits of salt. While understanding what we are creating in some moments hinges on once glancing and cognizing a handful of words in a book, it is the results we live outside that book that is the real test of the validity of our capacity to serve all creation in all its form. And may we be able to serve all its forms well, for appearance may deceive, but a kind action from one’s own hand never lies.

TTFN

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