Celebration of Life Rock Festival, 1971

Didn’t make Woodstock, I did make this one
Sixteen, long hair, bell bottom jeans, stoned
no money, no watch; one intention – just get there
Excitement permeated the highways, the roads – us

Hitchhiked from Atlanta to McRae, stoned all the way – on a mission
Slept on the side of roads, in strange VW vans painted strangely
Peace signs everywhere, rednecks on the prowl, (Also on a mission)
Crosby Stills and Nash saved us, blessed the road; rednecks folded

Electric Kool Aid, paranoic brownies, no ticket, no need
On a mission; remember the fierce storms, naked girls
Mud, mud everywhere – the River, the cool cool loving river
Mud all over our naked bodies, in the hundred degree sun

Armadillo stared at me as I slept, just a hundred feet from the mud
May have been the Kool Aid, may have been the hot sun that day
He spoke to me that first night as I opened my eyes for no reason
Can’t remember what he said, but I think he said – “go home Boy”

I was sixteen
He was just an armadillo
I stayed – he left
The music – a resurrection

The Fool

We worship the fool – the fool guides us like needy children
Then, prop the fool up high, and worship the fool as a god.
Make human offerings in his honor; offer up our children
We embrace the rhetoric of the fool; pay the freight
Plead for protection from the boogy man he creates

We accept, we look forward to, with great anticipation
His shiny expensive gold watch, swinging back and forth
On a gold chain, held by the bony hand of this crafty ape.
You’re getting sleepy, veeery sleepy – your eyes; heavey.
When I snap my fingers – you will wake up! and sleep – Deeply.

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Easter Greetings

I usually like to write something on a Holy Day, but writing has been like pulling teeth for a while now, so to extend my deepest Easter greetings to my friends on this Easter day – I’ll give it a go.

I can say is this; one thing we all have in common on this journey is our humanness, our confines – and our freedoms. Our humanness: the mystery, the specific Beingness which we encounter in this dance with fire and ice, and all the beauty between. Our confinement: these bodies, this limited, this somewhat narrow dimension and awakeness, (yet we proudly observe these dimensions through our jilted egos – we sometimes see ourselves as gods.) Our freedoms: having the capacity to engage all these complexities, shackled to these laws of Physics which dictate our responsibilities as to how we go about taking care of ourselves, and how we go about taking care of others. We endure, we continue on.

From within these seemingly rigid and limited physical structures; our grit, and our compassion tend to be tested to the max. Our freedom; having the capacity to engage all this from the subjective; imagination sees the outside and all the forces pushing toward itself and responds; the senses experience a spark from outside its illusionary confinement; it jumps at the chance to create its`own outcome either through fear – or love, all else it just window dressing. Freedom to care, freedom not to care, freedom to love, freedom not love; freedom to help, freedom not help – others &c. Considering the confines imposed upon us in our physicality, these freedoms are vast and unlimited and can only be a byproduct of Love.

We’re made of stardust stardust connects us to the entire cosmos; we’re also born of earthly topsoil, this keeps us grounded and dependent, having to deal with the illusion of separation, yet still, undeniably connected to this vast cosmos and the interactive dance that take place within it. We’re here for a few seconds, glow as the radiant sun, then gone in a flash – just like that. Earthly resurrection declares we will never leave – life to death, death to life &c. This fact poses much concern and anxiety whether we admit to it or not – a chaotic dance at very best. The narrative of Christ and the resurrection has the very deepest of meaning attached to it, that far exceeds the superficial – or even the literal.

Have a great Easter day friends; whether you be Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Atheists or Agnostic; enjoy your family, enjoy your friends, eat a fine meal, and drink some fine wine if you can. Life is short, and all these things are good for the body, good for the spirit, and bring joy to the soul.

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A fine Easter to everyone!

Just yesterday

Mao Tse-tung referred to his foul system as “a Democratic Dictatorship.” Control, imagination, mass hypnosis.

He states in an article “On the People’s Democratic Dictatorship”, written in 1949 “The combination of these two aspects, democracy for the people and dictatorship over the reactionaries, is the people’s democratic dictatorship.” A warm description of a brutal regime.

In a speech in 1957 he says “In ordinary circumstances, contradictions among the people are not antagonistic. But if they are not handled properly, or if we relax our vigilance and lower our guard, antagonism may arise.” We all know what that meant.

In the same speech he states:

“This democratic method of resolving contradictions among the people was epitomized in 1942 in the formula “unity — criticism — unity”. To elaborate, that means starting from the desire for unity, resolving contradictions through criticism or struggle, and arriving at a new unity on a new basis. In our experience this is the correct method of resolving contradictions among the people.” Then later he states “Here, the essential thing is to start from the desire for unity. For without this desire for unity, the struggle, once begun, is certain to throw things into confusion and get out of hand. Wouldn’t this be the same as “ruthless struggle and merciless blows”? Merciless blows!? – now that’s rich considering the context.
He goes on “And what Party unity would there be left? It was precisely this experience that led us to the formula “unity — criticism — unity”. Or, in other words, “learn from past mistakes to avoid future ones and cure the sickness to save the patient”. We all know how that went.

A “Democracy for the people and dictatorship over the reactionaries” this madman states, hmm. Does any of this have the faint scent of BS that seems to have been slowly dispersed into the air here at home over the last fifteen years or so ? “Unity! – democratic method! – The struggle against! – Resolve! – Our Desire! – *unity — criticism — unity*! — Catch words to entice the imagination. We have a ton of them today floating around creating discourse among our citizenry 24/7 these days. Have we really been watching what has been taking place in our country over the last fifteen years? Divisions have been firmly and deliberately planted in the soil since 911, the media sings the same antagonizing songs to help with the maintenance of these divisions; we all know these melodies of polarization by heart at this point, and the music never really leaves our minds, it’s like a computer loop in our heads.

For those of us that are over 55, we have witnessed the changes; habeas corpus lost somewhere out there in the outer limits of yesteryear; corporate and wall street directly financing leadership, then holding them hostage to “their” will; politicians like giddy little children standing in line to attach the puppet strings to their arms and legs, so to be a part of this sorry show. (both right and left) Educational curriculum! well that’s just a whole other can of worms, both in the schools, and by way of documentaries for us older children.

I believe the general consensus today amongst “the powers that be,” is that a system ran “by the people” and “for the people” can no longer work because the people – in their minds – ” don’t possess the insight or intellectual awareness of the complexities of the inner workings, of such a complex set of social mechanisms, (as if these Apes and Billy Goats do) and that it may be time to take back the reins of power from “the people.” As if we actually ever really had it, but we have had a say, and I’m seeing that say slip away somewhere into the outer limits of yesteryear along with habeas corpus. The last fifteen years look very suspicious to me.

Maybe I’m just paranoid — maybe not.
Shoulders shrugged.

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Oh the pain

Four hundred days of political rhetoric aimed at the public every 4 years – the election process is a very diligent system of mass hypnosis. Historically these systems in their theoretical stages go as far back as “Plato’s Republic,” Plato’s “The Law,” Aristotle’s “The Politics,” &c. Later we have Hobbes, Locke, Hume – just to mention a few – putting forth the raw tools to be picked up by the parasitic, and implemented in their self seeking quest for control and domination over everything. Philosophical observations by highly evolved thinkers; *as usual* get adopted by Apes and Billy goats, who then – as we all know – utilize the work of these fine thinkers as tools to control the herd at will. Fast forward to a far less impressive group of intellectuals in terms of motive, like Galton (a very special kind of  cat), Bernays, Lippmann – again, just to name a few – but the list goes on; and there lie some dots just waiting to be connected; its intellectual management at its finest! or at its worst, depending which end of the stick you’re on. The ground? – greed. The systems – a long line of highly evolved and creative thinkers coupled with greedy alpha males, and a group of intermediate minds that helped to bridge the gap between pure honest intellect, and these “Alpha Parasites.” This combination is potent enough to create these well structured cultural fragmentation’s and inspiring illusions that both captivate the imaginations of the masses, and enable these monkey men to continue rule and fool . But lets not blame philosophers, poets, and other fine thinkers for the actions of the greedy; these heartless monkey bastards that we have allowed to set up these structures we live within have done so with our blessings. Hell we make heroes out of most of these maggots! Its a world of supply and demand now, and these Apes and Billy Goats possess an abundant supply – of bullshit – and we demand as much of it as they can dish out.

Great quote by Jarod Kintz, “I once saw a snake having sex with a vulture, and I thought, It’s just business as usual in Washington DC.”

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The Cosmic Dance

Jazz; The Cosmic Dance of Bliss: there’s a place where the structure of the music is just that – a structure. When you reach a place of transcendence within that structure, you leave the structure behind, even through the structure is still in place, you transcend outside of it — you stand aside — you allow the music to play itself through you. This becomes something spiritual in nature, you have left the structure, and created a space in trust for melody and time to express itself through you. While all this is taking place the unconscious is now the area the music is expressed from; the notes are being played by something far higher then the player. The conversation has transcended the common vocabulary and arrived at a place of freedom. It’s leaving all constructs and systems behind, and braving the new world of mysteries; a higher realm…Deep Prayer, deep meditation, same outcome – unification that cant take place from within a cardboard box.

Freedom!

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The greatest snow on earth

Everyone loves a circus; the clowns, the lions, the type rope walkers, the trapeze artists; it’s like a live Salvatore Dali painting taking place right before your very eyes; midgets – add a visual dimension that seems to tie the entire portrait together somehow through a kind of visual sensory subtext as they walk side by side with the elephant and the clown. But at the end of the show we leave the tent, go home and bring the memories along with us. The lasting effects; a pleasant memory of images that can continue to inspire the imagination for years to come – the circus doesn’t intrude.

I wish I could say the same for our political system that takes full advantage of the public from birth to dirt, pumping in political rhetoric transported through endless miles of septic piping allowing just enough crap to leak out into the american soil while in route to public distribution; from septic tanks housing vast quantities of BS, to the wishful minds and imaginations of good, honest, hard working people – this system continues to confiscate our dignity and insult our intelligence through this “Theatre of the Absurd”.

The circus is at least honest in its promotion of what “it – is.”

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