“Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality.” ~ Timothy Leary
Sound’s good to me, dude. Say, does coffee wake you up in the morning? Not me. I wake up before I drink the coffee. It’s Rosie the cat who usually wakes me up, usually at 3 AM, which many people consider to be the “Demon hour”. If you ask me, there are plenty of demons running around in this world, pulling strings and such. We don’t need to be digging up paranormal ones as well. Enough is enough.
A soft chilled rain, falling through air that sports a 44 F temperature reading, an image of hope. But that’s over at the airport, which is 2.5 miles away. Did I tell you that Julia Roberts uses that airport? Now about the rain . . . I’m the kind of nitwit who goes out and stands in the rain, so I did. It’s yet another part of my program to attain alignment with Nature, then retain it. Shouldn’t be too hard for a natural organism like me. I got the “organism” thing from the love of my life, Lori Mellon. In one of the papers she wrote for a university course she used the word “organism” to describe us humans, the physical part of our being. One morning her step-father caught her as she was heading out the door toward an opportunity at higher learning. She hadn’t seen him sitting there, so when he spoke she was startled. He said, “And the organism slithers out the door”. Dude, he was a rapscallion! He was also a ukelele playing treasure diver. Really.
It’s about the same scene as yesterday for me, cat at my side, iPad propped up on its official stand on my desk, first cup of coffee rushing through my veins. Soothed by the rain I’m starting to feel a bit alive again, although groggy. I haven’t been feeling truly alive ever since I got fired from the supermarket, and I wonder, perhaps in a moot manner, how we get that way. A loss of hope maybe? Nah, it’s more complex than that. Now, I do have an out in the form of a diagnosis of bipolar 2 disorder. Disorder is usually comforting to me, but not this one. Yet I like to play with the “as above so below” idea, so I tend to relate my personal experiences in the work force as an analogy for the plethora of working folks, and their plight within the blight of modern business practices. When I was fired, when I was unplugged from a belief system that had been my support group for ten years, it was as if I had been severed from myself, as if I had gone crazy and then paid for it with my life. I tend to get philosophical at times like that, perhaps in a pedestrian manner, so when the metaphorical axe hit the fan, or something like that, I ended up gawking a lot.
What I am on about here might make some folks a little unhappy, and if so, I couldn’t blame them, so I’ll move on. Not a one of them would deign to read a blog like this. They don’t have the time for irrelevant information. It doesn’t really relate to them, since they have a set structure that produces results that can be tweaked into compliance with the status quo quid pro quo of commerce. Listen y’all, it ain’t my fault. Period. Did you notice that I said I was going to move on then I didn’t do so? It was done to demonstrate that moving on is in the eye of the beholder. Some see moving on as an abandonment of the issue at hand and some don’t. Carry on. That’s what I say.
Today will be my third day at my new job. Day one was training to handle the dogs at the animal shelter. That was controlled mayhem because of the unruly nature of dogs in protective custody. Don’t get me wrong, they are treated fairly and the custody itself is in their best interest. We can’t have free organisms running all over creation. I approve of animal shelters, 100%, just as I approve of sneaky analogies. Day two I trained with the cats. They were a lot easier to handle. They didn’t try to make a run for it when you opened the door to their pen. Instead, they just lay there with a look in their eyes that spoke volumes: “If you have to come in here don’t make a mess, capiche? And the water bowl? Empty, duh”. That was in the morning, before our employee’s lunch break.
In the afternoon our major duty is to socialize with the cats so that they don’t become depressed. It’s in the manual. I wish they’d had that in the supermarket’s manual. My favorite was sitting in the community kitten pen. None of the kittens were tiny anymore but they retained the rambunctiousness of toddlerism. As I sat in the plastic stackable lawn chair inside their pen I reveled in the attention from a few cats while I observed the others as they plied chaos in a most delightful way. Ya gotta admire that skill level. Dude? Epic.
Dawn is in its penumbral phase. Birds sing, gray clouds marching in, the resident turkey and chicken stirring, it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. I was going to write abut something compelling. Make lemonade out of lemons, right? Well, I want to find a way to turn the negative nature of bipolar disorder into a positive. Any ideas? Bring ’em on. My favorite questionable method is to visualize depression and mania as noetic field effects in their guise as a dynamic, which takes the knotted up energy of a tight situation out of the business office and into the lower echelon. As above so below again. Everybody lighten up. Now dance!
“Look to your left now
Look to your right
Everybody can do it
But don’t you get too tight” ~ Archie Bell and the Drells
Archie Bell and the Drells?! And they were Texans too. A tip of the hat, boys – 1968, what a year! I heard tell that when the record hit # 1 on the charts, Archie Bell lay in the hospital with a gunshot wound to the leg in Viet Nam, during the war. Talk about plying chaos in a most delightful way!
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously, k?