Of course tobacco kills, you idiots! That's why we smoke it!

Right wing, left wing, CHICKEN WING. It's all bogus!! I generally get so angry I am speechless, but tonight I rant:

Born of dust, we return to DUST. That means, people, we all gonna die.

I cannot stress, emphasize, DETAIL, COMMUNICATE or CRY how important it is to spend a lot of time comtemplating your death! Just do it and see where it takes you!

I promise: You will better understand LIFE, which is what we are doing HERE. Ok? Done.

You see, because in the end, everything kills you. It really just comes down to now. Are you happy? Are you living life in the way that makes you are proud to say you are living it?

If not, smoke a cigarette and think for a moment about not being here at all...mmmm?

Tobacco is a ceremonial agent that has been popularized both as fashion AND for its effects. Its effects are that it kills you. Plain and simple! Take a drag, watch the thoughts go through your head of "Oh man, this is killing me!"

THAT IS THE PURPOSE! How important to realize: Death is happening!

Tobacco addiction is naturally just a dramatic fluctuation between these two states-of-mind: 1) Life is happening....arrghhh! fuck it! 2) Death is happening!! Woo-hoo party! cough cough!

Use tobacco, don't let tobacco use you.

The same can be said of any addiction, substantive or otherwise. Use them. They are gifts and they are not free-for-the-taking.

For the Girls:

Boys are not fun. A man is not your girlfriend-with-benefits.

No, because, man is much, much more than that.

Man is to die. Man is war. Man is premature, inefficient, foolish, and selfishly ambitious. Man is a drag. Man sucks. Man loses again and again, ad nauseum. Our society glosses over his mortality like a disease.

Man's antics and behavior, naturally, are going to drag you through hell. A good man understands this, and he will commit himself to you only with this clarity.

It is THROUGH Man's consciousness of YOU, his devouted love of you -- a Woman! (and all that he believes you to be) -- that you will experience rebounding joy, fun, maturity, efficiency, intelligence, selflessness...and everything else that you desire. These things will come through his ability to transmute all the shit into rainbows and butterflies, etc.

A good Man can do this because he is accustomed to doing so with his own.

You are going to challenge your Man to the nth degree. You are going to give him shit he is unaccustomed to transmuting, your shit! And you are going to insist that he do it, again and again, to prove he is worthy of your love. This is your predisposition; this is how you want to know it is true.

It is truly an act of courage to accept additional karma. Folly upon those who do so carelessly.

If a Man loves his notion of self more than he loves you, then he will basically come to hate you for showing him the truth of his self-lie. But if his love is greater than that, then you will see him do the back-breaking work of accepting what you show him he is. Through this process, all I can offer you is the patience of Mary.

It is THEREFORE your responsibilities ladies, if you truly love your men, to handle what is yours, and give him only what is his. Otherwise you will break him.

Each person is built perfectly to handle themselves. No more, no less. To handle another can be done successfully only in the name of Love. It really is that simple.

I was healed...like, again and again and again...

If you assume that you have only one shot at life -- a dream which starts in childhood and either comes true or (most likely) doesn't -- then you will only get one shot at life.

On the other hand:

If you realize just how many lives are packed into each life, then you will be set free. You will realize that you recover from illness and pain. You recover from selfishness. That, in fact, life is a healing process...one in which we confront pain, learn to handle it, and become inspired at our ability to do so.

And then there is that damn guitar.

Have I ever known how to play a guitar? Or sing? I am sure I have not (in this mortal life)...and yet my passion for it baffles even my self. Particularily as I have very little aptitude for it.

My only point is about this multiple life business. Specifically, that, for each break-through, I have stronger and stronger memories of some TIME previously, before, when I COULD play a guitar.

And then I think, "Holy Smokes! What happened?? How did I...forget??"

Then I look down at my crippled-and-struggling hands, and this shiver runs through me. For this part I remember more clearly: Playground Incidents. Boyhood Accidents. Meanies....it was really, really hard to make it into this world, I recall.

So that just leaves me in this...state...of like...I dunno. Awe. Speechlessness -- can't you tell?

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?????

I really have no idea. Are we all just baby-prodigies, learning to be mortal? And also, what about this contract-with-God we've got?

I mean the deal we made to get born.

Let's say we WERE just enlightened spirits. I think it would be good times, no trouble. We would be One. My theory is that just gets (would get) boring! With no observer, the observed would feel nothing but loneliness. Bummer right. SO, we divide ourselves so as to really, really GET IT ON with our lover...hahaha(which is only our self!)

So then, I postulate, we must do this complex childhood thingie to really pound the idea of duality into ourselves. I mean, fucking nails, pain. Pound it in. THEN, once we are damn near worthlessly disfigured beyond god-hood, we introduce the golden elixir of sexuality, this notion that we may be LOVED by another, hell, that we may even physically JOIN with them. Round about age 12-15? And then we just let the whole mess go its course. Like wooo-hooo...what...is...going...to...happen!?!?!

WHOEVER THOUGHT OF THIS IS A NUT-CASE!! They are BRILLIANT! INSANE! BRILLIANT! ARRGGHHH!

Fun Mental Games

The purpose? Why, to sharpen your awareness of how anything can be anything! (That actually does make sense, fuggers.)

1) The Sex Change Game -- Think that sexy goddess of a woman is hot? Wanna jump her? Gonna take your little fantasy home with you and have your nasty way with her? Weeeeell, just remember, we all come from the same place, we just dress ourselves up as men or women. SO! Do it, watch that sexy girl for another moment before you pop your woody, and see if you can't imagine what sort of a boy/man she would make. ORRR, take that weasily guy walking down the street -- Sex Change! What sort of woman would he make?

It has been my PERSONAL observation that the hottest members of the species -- men or women -- are those who remain attractive whether you cast them as male or female.

Dig that for a minute.

2) The We Are All Dead Game -- Stop pretending we're all so ALIVE. Boo! We are ghosts! So when you look at people, don't look at all the living parts, look at how their flesh just hangs on their skeleton. Imagine what their skull would look like, gesticulating in such strange ways...

I haven't been experimenting with this one for as long (I prefer to see us all as alive, since we are), BUT, it seems to me that a lot of our behaiviors would seem really outrageous to ourselves if we were dead . . . just imagine these idiosyncracies that people make with their postures etc! We would be shocked at our skeletons to see them do it!

Whereas, I would bet a horse, for example, really wouldn't be too surprised to watch its skeleton meandering around, galloping, or doing horse things. Like Mr. Ed, he'd be like, "Yuuuup, that's me alright."

Maybe people just do people things, but that sure makes us a funny lot!!! Party on, Caballeros!

What is REALLY happening?

Media, kids. Our reality is being manifested. But who's reality is it?

As Bloggers, we ought to know!

We each throw our two-cents into this vacuum of virtual reality, comfortable that it is ACCEPTABLE for our growing collective consciousness to consist of inconsequential, vapid, mental drool. I wonder, is that truly the state of our minds? Is everything that we think just daily dribble?? Is that really the way it is???

The Human Mind, my friends!

There is nothing more powerful in Creation! The Mind IS Creation! Every thought you have is divine. How few recognize, or even postulate the potential in unifying even two such individually powerful tools...let alone hundreds and thousands...ah...I have so much hope for the the internet!

I challenge you all: Make your words COUNT! Reveal your true inviduality! If you do not know who you are, or you do not know how to communicate it, permalink and RSS feed extensively to those who inspire you -- help shine their light and spring-board yourself.

A leader must soon rise among us.

I believe what this person will bring to us is but a simple teaching. I don't think they will be a trendy, overnight, rock-star phenomenon -- in fact, I believe they will resist all such categorization as they will be aware of the mass' ability to turn their light inside-out, make commodity of their way, and reproduce it in turn-style fashion. Therefore, their teaching will be slow and true. They will amass followers who have already proven by their own experience to be capable of bearing the light.

I believe this person will challenge us to face only the monsters that we are each capable of over-coming for our selves. Those demons may be as simple as getting a career that doesn't cause us to degrade ourselves. Or learning to have control over one of our many addictions.

I believe they will open our hearts to LOVE, and they will most gently shake us free of our subtle paradigms of freedom. For what truly exists is a blessing that we are each entitled to interpret freely. And it is good.

In that wide-open space, inspiration will rush in...the true gift of inviduality will be discovered, and each of us will know exactly what must be done.

Oh SHIT -- I'm dead! Oh well, guess I better just do it again...

As spirits, we decide, "Damn, you know, Heaven is really cool...I mean, really cool--cripes!, but...it's getting kinda boring after a few seasons, you know?"

So God, not wanting anybody in the Kingdom not to be feeling it, comes along and says, "Yo. How about another round of *LIFE * BABY??! The highs the lows -- another golden opportunity to REALLY BE IN LOVE!!" And he laughes like, bwah-ha-ha, it'll be so much fucking FUN!!

And we get typical wishy-washy about it; like: "I dunno. Last time wasn't sooo great..."

God is nothing but Truth, Truth, and more Truth, so he just lays it out to us: "SURE IT WAS!!! You had ALL OF THIS!!" And He gestures at the Kingdom of Heaven and says, "Seriously. Is there ANYTHING up here that I deprived you when you were down THERE?"

Now, for us residing Earth-side, we might raise objections -- religious or otherwise -- to this grand statement, but once we are in Heaven (and we realize we DID have all we ever wanted), there are no objections to be made. It is just TRUE: We do have it all. Just this!

The grandest irony is that we miss most of it. So once we GET BACK to Heaven or Enlightenment, or whatever, we throw a fit at ourselves because we realize we had our heads in the sand the whole time. Oops. Oh well.

But NO MATTER!! Because here we are being offered another shot at it! How about that?!

So as we ponder God's proposition for another minute, we decide, "Ah, wtf! Why not? Nothing else going on!" And God says, "Sweet, another volunteer! You're gonna git BORN!!" And the whole deal starts over again.

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I think I misunderstand the whole blog phenomenon.

My idea is that we should be coming TOGETHER, but are we? Do we really represent the prophesied Global Villiage? It would seem so, and I suppose I should conclude this lonely mental prism of ours, allowed to stand naked, is actually freedom. And, on the flip-side, who can argue with voyeurism...?

But.

It seems to me, if you write publically -- like if you're gonna bare your cottage cheese humanity to the rest of us -- you had best serve us. Not that you write our expectations of godhood manifest, but that you confront our vacant stares which beg of you, seriously: Who are you?

Who are you, and how on earth are you going to put that into words? The accidentally brilliant may be excused -- they are an illusion of granduer -- consciousness is the only thread through the eye of the needle.

So are you reading me right now, man, woman, child?

See I feel all of you, because I did business with some of you today. And tomorrow, I will serve more of you and some of you will serve me. We smile and we haggle. We peep and fantasize about possessing each other. It is so much fun!

Even as no one reads my words, I recognize that my words are the same words that you and you and you and you and you and you and you have all chosen. Therefore, when I read my own words with you in mind, I write only that which you permit me to write!

THAT is freedom.

Old Friends

I have known him since I was 12. That means he and I are damn close to a 20 year friendship.

We have changed a lot over the years. I am not sure what I loved about him -- he positively mortifies me with dread social faux paus. But then again, I have a mysterious gift for shucking stricken audiences out of their dropped-jaws.

He envied my ability to do this, to transition a moment from loser to hero (and now he understands that I also transition moments from hero to loser just as quickly). I thought nothing of it -- the wheel turns! But then again, I have always been a little left-field and some distance up in the clouds.

Because somehow I missed the emotion of his heart.

What is the emotion of Damon's heart? What does he have to say about his old pal, Greg? I don't know. These days, when we see each other, it never goes very well.

Oh sure, everything is basically smooth. But no matter what, I leave either feeling I have been a callous, attention-seeking, preaching, meglomaniacal asshole (which I am), or I am set off in a fury of resentment for his rampant misunderstanding of me. And both extremes are not mutually exclusive, meaning, one brings forth the other...sort of in a spiral that takes me down very low.

Well. How do such people remain "friends" for nearly 20 years?! This is a good question! I have to just look perplexed, point one finger skyward, and shrug. I find it very tremendous.

Lately, I have been avoiding him rather pointedly. He has found "the One" (she lives 2000 miles away and he's going to move to Chile on her later this year...yes), acts with his usual degree of comprehensional arrogance toward me and my wife's situation (this must be my fault, somehow, I have not communicated the truth...for he sees us as if through a refractive lens), pays me lip service, and breaks my heart because he really is a genuinely good guy.

But, it's the holidays, for Christ's sake, literally. So we are in a "reaching out" mode. We are to have dinner together, and I have to say, I'm missing him and looking forward to it. Besides, the circumstances of my life have improved in such a way that has made me feel that some of his earlier accusations were in err.

Ok, so here we go. Not ten minutes into conversation, I'm in the kitchen and he lays the all-time most painful knife...no, wait, I should say, he plunges the all-time most painful knife into my back. I don't even HEAR him do it. Instead, I hear my wife brush it away, "God, don't say that to him, he'll go crazy."

So I have to holler from the kitchen: "Whaaaaaat diiiiid he saaay???"

And he proceeds to plunge in that all-time most painful knife. That which has been my most difficult challenge of self-improvement, over-coming my personal fear, facing my demons...he just does me in the back. Like in the kitchen, while he's with my wife in the living room!

He just broke my heart, man. I'm telling you. He broke my heart.

I shouted back, "Damn right I'm gonna go crazy." But then I just cower in the kitchen. Make excuses for not having any chips and salsa. There is nervousness in the living room. Some half-hearted glib shit about me being an inspiration and stuff like that. It's weak.

We proceeded to go to dinner. I was polite. He knew. He always knows what is really going on. But nothing was said.

Back at the house, I'm thinking he's going to want to give me a hug, or shake my hand or something. So I'm preparing to lay my farewell on him. Instead, it works out so that sort of situation doesn't come up. Maybe I'm challenging him to try it, just try to reach out to me. And I want to be mature and handle him with mature words...

But he just asks if we'll be around for the holidays. I say yah, mostly. He says he'll stop by. I just shrug. Whatever.

There were tears in his eyes.

My wife sings to me as we go to bed a girl-scout song, "Make new friends, but keep your old ones! They're like silver and gold!"

Peace ya'll.

Rock and Roll

Here is the deal with Rock and Roll. And for that matter, all of the creative arts:

The advent of recorded music has been wonderful. Truly wonderful. We have been able to preserve for all time the legendary moments of the most enduring figures of the creative pantheon. How cool is that??

It is has been an incredible thing that has blessed and blessed and blessed our generation.

However, we of the early 21st century are at odds: The purpose of music is obviously to get people moving, to heal. Art in general does this. It serves to accompany us in our solitude. It is the voice of another human, reaching all the way into our most private moments and saying, "Yo, I been there. You are not alone."

Recorded music (and all media for that matter) is ONE RENDITION of such a healing moment. Because it feels good to heal, we like to hear the song again. For even the memory of healing feels good.

It feels so good, in fact, that two things happen: 1) We begin excluding new potential healing experiences for the record of a previous healing, and 2) We become quick-to-judge a new potential healing experience for its dissimilarity to our previous, well-studied healing.

This is bad. This is the cart driving the horse. This is man attached. This is the arrogance to pressume to know what is good/bad for oneself.

They used to say Rock and Roll is dead. But then we whooped their ass with Nirvana. Rock is never dead! But all of our old icons? Yes, their time has passed. Would you expect your grandmother to live forever singing, "Give it up or let me go?"

Put down your search for the next John Lennon and you might find he's just around the next corner...

Girls and Boys and Gays

Woman likes a Man.
Man is happy.
Man gets his ass in-line or dies trying.
Woman is happy.

Man desires Woman to be what he is not:
PERFECT !
Man hates, he hates that he is not!
For revealing his imperfection,
Man may blame Woman.

Woman loves Man who loves himself.
If Man loves only himself...

Introduction

I am undead, cannot-be-dead

ALIVE!

I ASK YOU:

ISN'T THAT GOOD ENOUGh?

Ahem, I meant to say: "This is damn good Egg Nog, eh?"

You see, because it seems there is something to talk about in this world. And if you talk about nothing (I know you do), well...you see, that's where the trouble starts.

I'm not sure what I have to say about any of this, see, cause I'm really in love. But then, I'm not sure what anybody has to say about it. So, you are invited to listen if you have a moment, please.

As phenomenal, dream-filled, and just STICKY-yummy as I have conclusively determined that it is all absolutely to be! -- I mention Him only once, Lord knows, I have discovered that it is fortunately perfect.

Yup.

Actually, there is nothing to talk about!

Which, I guess in turn, leads me to wonder what everybody is talking about. It's cool, but...!

So, for that reason, I thought I would put mine out there to see if I could catch some of yours. I might eat you fresh like sushi. Cause, you see, I'm pretty sure we all know everything. Definitely anything a Greg such as mysel could have to say at this bloggy thing here. And I hope the belly of your buddha is wonderful! wow!

Like I said, it's cool.

So, my turn, here I go:::::