Enthusiastic Chat with Asa

me: Hi Asa!

Asa: hi

me: What are you up to, Brother?

Asa: what

me: What are you doing?

Asa: nothing

me: No, you are typing, and you are on the computer.

Asa: oh

me: So you are doing some things. Nothing is when every thing goes away.

Asa: yeah

me: The only time we do nothing is in deep dreamless sleep. When we are sleeping so soundly that our perception of time vanishes.

Asa: who cares

me: I care. It is important to be precise in our communications. There is power in precision.

Asa: i dont know what your talking about

me: In other words, it is good to use the right words at the right time. To say you are doing "nothing" when you are really doing "something" is a misuse of the power of words. Not everyone can use words. Only humans use words. So the quality of our words is the quality of our humanity.

Asa: whatever

me: Whatever? Do not dismiss me so quickly. Apathy is a road to misery.

Asa: ok

me: Develop your mind. Read big books. Learn a lot of words.

Asa: ok

me: Wealth and power and happiness grace those with a strong mind. Never say, "whatever".

Asa: why

me: "Whatever" means that you do not care. If you do not care then life will eat you. You must care. Even if it is only for one thing. Care.

Asa: ok

me: Care so much.

Asa: ok

me: You will have a lot of energy and strength if you care. Do not simply type "ok". Enthusiasm, my son! Look up that word - Enthusiasm! Find out what it means and discover its roots. Embody it and life will flow in and out of you like sweet water. 

Asa: i dont want to

me: Why not?

Asa: its boring

me: Enthusiasm is anything but boring.

Asa: ok

me: To be enthused is to vibrate the cells in your body at a very high rate.

Asa: ok

me: The highest enthusiasm is to move faster than light and to manipulate reality with your mind. Wizards and sorcerers are enthused.

Asa: ok

me: Warriors and avatars are enthused.

Asa: ok

me: Look it up, and become enthusiastic.

Asa: no

me: You know when you are really excited about something? As in when you get a new video game?

Asa: yeah

me: Or you are about to do something really fun? That feeling is "enthusiasm".

Asa: ok

me: What if you could feel enthusiasm all the time?

Asa: this is geting borring

me: What if you could feel enthusiasm all the time... for everything?

Asa: who cares

me: That's because you don't see what's happening right now!

Asa: ok

me: You are my son. Before you were conceived, I took genetic material from my body and put it inside of your mother. You grew there, inside of her! When you gained enough mass she pushed you from her body and you became separate from her! I was so happy that day. I was enthusiastic.

Asa: whatever

me: You were not here before. You were a dream, and now you are here, and we are talking, as father and son, across a great distance through the miracle of digital technology. It's a reason to be enthused!

Asa: whatever

me: Someday you will understand, and you will be in awe. But "whatever" is the road to ruin. It's a sad and selfish trip.

Asa: ok

me: It's me! It's you! There's a we, and we are chatting online! It's amazing!

Asa: i want to stop talking

me: (Technically you are typing.)

Asa: ok,i ant to stopw imean

me: But wow... Look at that you are pressing buttons made of petroleum by-product and making words for me to read!

Asa: i keet pressing the wrong bottons

me: Then stop! It's your choice! You can do what you please! It's fantastic! You have a will with wants!

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me: So spontaneous! It's all just happening!

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me: I don't understand your profound logic.

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me: such nonsense! I love you, Asa.

Asa: ok !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me: That's the enthusiasm I'm talking about! Do you want to hang out tonight?

Asa: yeah

me: yeah or YEAH!!!

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me: Boo Yeah!!!

Asa: ok

  

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me: I'll be by after work.

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me: oh numbers too?

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me: Is this spam or a secret message?

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Twizzlestix!

The cacophonic calculations of one billion beaming star streams and all the fishy souls therein twisting into flesh and blood and bones amongst the hum and tones of stellar tunes, the looms along the wings of time, and woven weaving in vines and lines of love come creatures of such struggle, smug, and self conceited, hiding from their highest song. These men, the error of a hundred thousand screaming suns, the echoes of some coughing god, who having spat them out as phlegm, negligent, twisted, coiled, and recalcitrant to make it straight; to clean it up; to demonstrate a variation of the spasm of that great goule. Leering query of the quaint and quivering kind, “Eh hem” – politely and too politic, by some Methodistic insistence on contained rage, to call a spade a spade and, nay, a knife a knife; a gun as such. The weeping weapon we all possess and jilt about triangular and awkward toward some inner urge to mate, to make more, to mimic that grand hacking hack above the clouds or hidden in plain view. To these we turn our attention.

We mention first the existential obvious: that they know nothing of their origins. Poems they wrote and cryptic riddles, and some claim mythic knowledge by the whispers of that old pervert they call God. But deep down, they none of them know the past, nor even the past before their born. They say, “It’s thus”, and self convinced they trot about content with nonsense, content with tents that teeter shameful in the winds that come in the quiet, when fate and sorrow pour themselves like oil upon their hands and their hair falls slack about their gaunt faces, and they face the shuddering starkness of their naked minds. They say, “And then”, and cajole and jaunt and jitterbug, and then when the silence they’ve been holding back breaches their silly levies, they flood with nothing and stand agape staring ahead in this hard moment. “Now,” say some, but their now eclipses all the many riddles that they cannot answer, and so they sanctuary in the bitter moment and feign lightness, as do those they touch. No, they know not from where, or how, and they wonder when, and when, and when, and when when comes, they remember then.

Convinced opinions on everything and the weather they pile about them seeking comfort in the comely voices of their peers, but pierce the prose and they are but tinkling symbol, sounding brass, radio static, television snow, and the fickle strength that comes with blown cocaine, the caffeine dream, cannabis seem. All is veiled, and all is vain. We see through a glass darkly, and darkly we stumble, some to stone and some to throne and all unknown. There is no science that can compensate for this wanton ignorance, this tavern cavern wherein we drink of all but truth, and our pleasures are so little, like moths we burn and our powdered flitter adds to the smog. Guess and guess again – a game we play with fire and ice, and, lo, the world doth grind to a halt, and the alternating currents, lunar and solar, polarize, and the caps melt fast in our fervent heat. “Eat, drink, merry make ye!” shrieks the horde of beauty bound idols and their masters sweat and linger on the side, biding time that isn’t theirs. Minding their show business while the sky falls in chemical screens dropped by mindless pilots flying to tomorrow land.

Do not fear the sinister. Fear the brute.  Fear that we are in thrall to the growling maw of ignorance, to our lowest instincts, to those mechanical habits that lurch and drive us, staggering against reason, beauty, and compassion toward the void. No wonder faith and blind dogma, its superstitious bitch, remain the obsession of the masses. It is a candle in the hurricane of our ancient existential crises. 

I'm Having a Very Bad Day

Culture: hey man

I'm having a very bad day

me: bad?

Culture: "bad", so says the ego

me: bri

Culture: just moving through some stuff.....

no, no need

don't worry man

personal stuff

me: ok

well go ahead and go

Culture: :)

thanks, man

and I appreciate you caring

I do

me: you bet

Culture: in wanting to come over I mean

me: good luck sortin it out

Culture: :)

thank you.....letting go a little more all the time

what else is all the bullshit for?

me: grow a beard

grow it long and wanton

Culture: I just may....

I just may....

me: it will help

it roots the mind

one cannot cut the roots of the brain and expect it not to fall over or dry up

Culture: and what about the heart?

I think there's no guarding that

and maybe it shouldn't be so....

me: When the mind is still, the heart finds its place.

Culture: it's true, and vice versa also

me: When the heart finds its place the belly becomes light

when the belly becomes light the eyes become dim

when the eyes become dim one sees the world beyond the senses

in seeing the world beyond the senses one casts aside faith for knowledge

but with knowledge comes bondage

In bondage one cries out for help.

In crying out for help, help is delivered.

When help is delivered humility comes

When humility comes contentment arises

when contentment arises desire dies

Culture: I think you should make it your new blog

me: When desire dies happiness prevails

Culture: the whole string of progression

for me....it's simple

happy to be sad

whatever it is, it's okay

don't deny it, don't push it away

me: indeed

Culture: then what problem is there really?

naked experience carries all forms

but none of them ever stick

me: There are no problems, only perceptions

Culture: so, right....I'm fine

me: and also if you stick your hand under a running mower it will chop you up.

Culture: but I'm still having a very bad day

:)

me: yes

you should go to your van

Culture: :)

see you tomorrow

me: tomorrow and tomorrow

My Coffee Princess

Here's a little ditty I wrote about loving a coffee addict. Enjoy it with a cup of joe. 

A Morning Smoothie to Save Your Soul

"And lo, the angel of the Lord came unto me and said, Build thou a blended beverage made with all manner of medicinal herbs and nutritive roots, for a day dawns that will test thy resolve and a great trial awaits thee. Therefore thou shalt make it with ashwaghanda, shatavari, arjun, cacao, red maca, bee mana, vanilla bean powder, organic sulfer, coconut oil, monatomic magnesium, sunflower seeds. Thou mayest add xylitol as thou wishest, for though it is a bastard derivative it is a boon for thy teeth... and thou shalt clench thy teeth in the fullness of time. Take these and anything else that thou desirest and pile them into a VitaMix blender along with ice, for the world is a hot and fetid place and thou shalt cool thy belly to cool the earth. Using that mighty electric force blend finely all these herbs and drink and make thy heart merry with a song for a day cometh that will be filled with the shouts of war."           ~ Buffalo 6:6

Keep watch...

Jacob and Bella Tiff on the New Moon

Having received so much positive feedback about my read from Twilight Chapter 14, I decided to make another recording. This is from the 13th chapter of New Moon. Bella and Jacob have a dire misunderstanding about murders in the near woods. Tempers flair and the sexual tension is as tasty as dog food.

Keep watching... 

Back and Forth with Tucson City Court

So, many of you will recall I mailed an appeal to Tucson City Court regarding a traffic violation. You can read that letter here. They received my appeal and loved it! They wrote me back and after letting their response marinate in my PO box for a couple of weeks, I got right on it. Here's how it went...

To which I graciously responded...

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Barbie says, "Gmar Chatimah Tovah"

THOU has seen, O Israel, 

How, for the sake of creation, 

The One Life that I am

Seemeth to divide itself,

Becoming two. 

Of these two, I have made known to thee 

My superior nature, the Crown of Primal Will 

Wherein I have my supreme abode.

Hearken now, 

While I expound the mystery of mine inferior nature, 

Which standeth in the Tree of Life 

As the Sephirah of Wisdom.

Forget not that these two, 

Though they be named superior and inferior, 

Are in truth of equal rank.

As it is written: “That which is below is as that which is above, 

And that which is above is as that which is below.” 

Be thou not led astray by their false doctrine 

Who ascribe to the inferior nature 

Somewhat less of power and worth 

Than inhereth in the superior. 

The two are as the pans of a balance. 

Each hath its own peculiar quality.

Each hath its appointed sphere of operation. 

One cometh not before the other, 

But together they exist 
From everlasting to everlasting.

Mine inferior nature is the universal substance, 

The divine mirror

Wherein I, who dwell at the heart of all things, 

Am reflected to myself.

To the uninstructed, therefore, 

Who mistake the reflection for that which is reflected, 

My secondary nature seemeth to be more interior 

Than the Primal Will. 

This error may be likened to the illusion which ariseth 

When one seeth a room reflected in a glass, 

And thinketh he seeth the room itself. 

For though what presenteth itself in the mirror of

Wisdom is internal, 

The medium of reflection hath its place in the without, 

In the realm of secondary and created things.

As the substance whence all forms arise, 

The vehicle of my divine essence, 

Mine inferior nature is to the superior 

As is passive to active,

As woman to man,

As Eve to Adam. 

Yet to every Light of Emanation

Proceeding from it on the Tree of Life 

Doth this same Wisdom stand as Root and Source. 

Hence in the Scripture is Wisdom spoken of as a woman, 

As when it is said, “Wisdom hath builded her a house”; 

But elsewhere to this same Wisdom 

The wise assign the title AB, the Father. 

Never is the heavenly Wisdom known as Mother, 

For She is the virgin substance of all things, 

Whose purity naught can defile.

Remember now that I myself am the pure KNOWING 

Whence all manifestation ariseth. 

Recall to mind that my superior nature is the Primal Will, the Eternal Watcher, 

Under whose regard the stream of creation floweth. 

The substance of the stream is the inferior nature, 

Wherein I see innumerable images of myself. 

These be all things and creatures, great and small.

Whatever existeth 

Is as a ripple on the surface of the stream, 

But all are of the one substance. 

Thus all share in the peculiar quality

Of the stream itself, 

Which is the mirror of myself to myself,

The root of all remembrance.

Creation is the record of mine ever-changing manifestation. 

All things bear the imprint of the history of the universe. 

Nothing of mine activity escapeth this record. 

In it do men share, because they, too,

Are parts of the stream of mine inferior nature. 

Thus are they partakers in my perfect recollection, 

Which is the source of all memories, 

And the root of all the wisdom of mankind.

All wisdom, therefore, 

Is summed up in knowledge of me. 

To gain this is the aim of all research, 

Of all works, of all devotion. 

From knowledge of me cometh the lesser knowledge 

Of the things which I have brought forth.

Of no avail is this lesser knowledge 

Unless it be founded upon the knowledge 

Of my superior and inferior natures.

Hence it is written: 

“Remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth, 

And thy days shall be long.” 

To keep me in vivid remembrance is to unite thyself 

To the subtle principle of Life Eternal.

Mine inferior nature is the bond of union 

Between myself and all created beings. 

Hence it is likened to GIMEL, the camel,

Which bringeth a man safe 

Through desert wastes from city to city. 

Again it is likened to GIMEL 

Because the camel beareth rich and costly merchandise. 

And again, for that the camel betokeneth

Travel and communication, 

Being thus a symbol of change, 

And of the flux and mingling of ideas 

Borne upon the stream of memory.

Happy is he who bestrideth 

This camel of mine inferior nature 

Which bringeth them who learn the secret of its mastery

Unto me, their Lord. 

A task most difficult and laborious 

Is the conquest of the power of recollection. 

Strength and courage and patience must they have

Who would gain this victory; 

But these shall be as kings and princes in this world, 

And even as gods in the world to come.

~ Paul Foster Case The Book of Tokens Meditation on Gimel

The Secret of all Spiritual Activities

"My secret wisdom is hid in number, 

And in the sign of the Tally

Is concealed the building of the whole creation.

Number veileth the power of the Elohim, 

For number is that thick darkness whereof it is written,

"And Moses drew near unto the thick darkness 

Where God was"; and again,

"Tetragrammaton said that he would dwell In the thick darkness."

Ye shall know that this darkness is Egypt, 

And by the wisdom hidden in that darkness 

Did Moses lead Israel forth.

In the darkness which is Egypt

Is the darkness of number, 

Concealing the One in the cloud of the Many. 

Of that darkness the Serpent is a sign, 

That Great Serpent, the royal snake of Egypt.

This is the Serpent of temptation, Yet from it cometh forth redemption.

For the Serpent is the first appearance of the Anointed One,

And that which casteth Adam out from the garden of the East,

Even that shall bring him back once more to Paradise.

Thus in TETH is shown the secret

Of the going forth and the return, 

For TETH is the serpent coiled around the Tau.

This is the sign of the Name of Names, 

Which none may utter.

Again, it is the symbol of the Tree of Divine Perfections, 

Encircled by the power of the letters 

Wherewith is formed the whole creation.

And because the Tally referreth to counting, 

And so to all the works of number,

By this letter do I show— 

First, that all things are brought forth through number, 

And second, that all works of power accomplished by

the wise 

Have number for their foundation.

For the circle of the Tally 

Is the coiled fiery power

Which cometh from the sun, 

And to rule this, thou must learn to count.

Count aright, 

And thou shalt have oil for thy lamps, 

For the oil for lighting. 

Containeth the secret of the letter TETH. 

This is the oil which riseth like a serpent, 

The oil which thy father Jacob 

Poured upon the Stone in the House of Strength.

Verily, he who knoweth the secret of that Stone, 

Knoweth also the secret of the Serpent, 

And in him shall be fulfilled the saying:

"When Israel was a child, 

Then I loved him, 

And called my Son out of Egypt."

And he who knoweth this shall be a Measurer of Mercy, 

And all his works shall be rooted

In the strength of my Law."

~ Paul Foster Case in The Book of Tokens (Meditation on Teth)