Paradigm Buster

1958

I never have been a fan of turning back the clock,rewinding,reminiscing,the good ol' days,past life regression...history... obviously it has a right to exist and probably is very useful...it's just that I don't resonate in the vibration of 'what was' as much as 'what is'---What a bunch of losers...the ones that drool over Winston Churchill,the '60's,Atlantis,baseball cards,family trees,black and white movies(actually I do like the Thin Man and anything with Cary Grant and...maybe I should leave b&w movies out of my rant)---I don't get it..that is, I didn't get it until last night. Something snapped. First it was my fingers...then my toes began to tap...then my lips began a karakoe-like tourette's...my body was being transported back in time...My mind and heart tried unsuccessfully to hang on to present time...I was whisked through a portal to a 1958 prom in Springfield anywhere U.S.A. The portal was,no kidding, called the El Portal Forum Theatre and the guides were gloved and gowned for the occasion. The Marvelous Wonderettes...four powerful white witches,disguised as goofy Lucys, singing and dancing and whining their magic until I had released all attachment to the present and entered a state of blissful nostalgia. I'm supposed to be the paradigm buster but my paradigm got busted big time...and i liked it. I'm still in the vaseline-lens fog of it all...I'll write more later...I've got an irresistible urge to download songs from the 50's and 60's--
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM
DREAM LOVER
LOLLIPOP
IT'S MY PARTY
LEADER OF THE PACK
MR.SANDMAN
LIPSTICK ON YOUR COLLAR...I better get started

Laurel Canyon Animal Company

Inter-species communication...the journey has begun.

Angel of Death

Yesterday the Angel of Death poked me in the ribs and then gently whispered, " Scared you didn't I?---Meant too. Sometimes it is the only way to remind you. What are you doing and why are you doing it? Your mind is always racing...your body is trying to keep up...you worry about the future...you worry about the past...It is amazing that you don't have warts from head to toe...there is never enough time in the day to do everything you think you NEED to do!----You aren't here...now...stop grasping...stop gasping...stop trying to hand crank the universe. Be present with what you have right now. Love the friends and family that surround you...right now. Don't miss what is really going on by trying to be somewhere you are not. There is no there there."

My sister-in-law survived her brain surgery and the family can now celebrate Thanksgiving in true gratitude. It's funny isn't it, how the finality of death can awaken you to the infinite quality of love.

Prophet or Madman

Bruce and Steve are on a journey of self-discovery. Are they prophets or madmen. You decide.

On The 5

It always happens on the 5...caught in traffic...nothing that attracts me on the radio...trying to keep from using my phone as a drug...i'm stuck with myself...as the claustrophibic realization that 'wherever I go I take myself with me' kicks in...POP...I'm in another dimension. Today it happened right around the Citadel.

I watched as she untangled her thoughts. One by one the damp strands of experience had come together to form the slavery of patterns. I watched from the shadows and wondered if she knew I was there as her gentle stroking began to heat the chains of belief. I could feel the electric intent of her personality dancing with the force of her future. My breath was quickening as I felt her unbutton each layer of her story. She was gently undressing her definitions as if in preparation for exposing the secret places to her twin flame for the first time.

Could this be for me? It should be for me! I am the one watching. She has to know I'm here.
Then in one swift and graceful swirl everything dissolves into one beam of light that strips the darkness from my eyes. Face to face we are luminous in our inability to hide. Naked. Uncloaked. No more stories.
Drenched in the overflow of mysterious possibilities. I search for the perfect words of greeting as we meet anew. Time stops as her lips part and her breath conducts her throat and tongue to sing the first sound ever put forth in a brand new moment.

"Can I help you?" she says... and I am enveloped by her selfless desire to serve.

"Big Mac and fries!" I sing out as I step into the realization that I am embracing all that is human and all that is divine in one fearless release of rational beingness. From the shadows and into the light my true being is vaulted into the AMEN of existence and I find myself hopeful that the McDonald's girl loves me too.

It always happens on the 5.

Absolute Truth

Last night I was Om-ing to a crowd of Mickey Avalon worshippers

and this morning I awoke from the dream and was greeted by a message from the prophet

"God is all that is...everywhere in everything...all that is and all that ever will be."

I have never been a fan of Absolute Truths but this one feels different. If God is everything then where is God NOT?---God bless Mickey and the Prophet