“Human beings live in their myths. They only endure their realities.” ~ Robert Anton Wilson
“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” ~ Joseph Campbell
Quite a peaceful morning here, outside and in. Warm, at 39º, or so it seems. All things seem so relative lately; almost as if Albert Einstein spirit is looking over my shoulder. Actually, that would be nice. And there is the tinnitus thing going on as well. No treatment known, said the beautiful PA, Martha, I used to see back in the day. I know, it is common medical knowledge, but I like to remember her as having said it. If we create our own reality we simply must be selective in what we allow in. Things that make us smile and feel all warm and cozy should hold prime consideration, I say. But that’s just me. Why am I bringing up Beatles allusions. Martha, my dear, I hope you are well. Thank you for the caring treatment and all the drugs. And – we’re so sorry, Uncle Albert, but we who survived your passing have yet to learn . . . ummmm, what was I just starting to say. Beatles, White Album. Released in the Summer of Love, or thereabouts.
After the previous paragraph I stepped outside to check out the world. Very nice star show going on. I had fun contemplating the chirp that tipped me off that the skunk was in the yard. I decided, as I sat very very still, that it was better that I could not see the beast passing through on his way to the chicken coup. Then the little dog, who’s yard is right next door, began to bark, and I’m like all don’t go there little dude. He’s a good boy. I don’t know if he is telepathic, but he did stop barking when I mentally suggested that he do so. So now I sit at the desk feeling a little stunned. The FBI Director’s announcement yesterday of the FBI investigation into the Trump-Russia scandal had me all giddy at first. I do so enjoy a little schadenfreude on occasion. What I quickly realized is that this scandal alludes back to the Watergate days. I kinda missed all the fun back then because I was in a state of shock from having come much too close to being drafted for Viet Nam. Thankfully the draft ended just in the nick of time. For some reason I keep glancing at my smartphone sitting here on my desk. We didn’t have those back then. That’s not really a minor little historical tidbit. It fairly boggles the mind how much things have changed since then. And yet we now have this big scandal afoot that in many ways harkens back to Watergate. One of the main guys to be investigated for his Russian ties, Roger Stone, was admittedly one of Nixon’s political Dirty Tricksters. Friggin Stone didn’t learn a things. Same games games 40 years later. And now we have smartphones, and Tweets, and a President who ain’t so big on self-control and/or honesty; who appears to not be adequately briefed as to the efficacy of reality as it relates to cause and effect, and stuff like that. I don’t think that Trump actually feels that he is ineffable. I don’t think he is capable of thinking on that level at all. I think he is simply a solipsist. Poor little fella. That’s gotta hurt. Especially right now. Anyway, moving forward, I can’t rightly splain why this all has me feeling so peaceful, or maybe it is something else making it so. I have a big day coming up tomorrow. I’m kinda sorta excited about it but the level of peace I find in anticipation predominates. That’s life, right? Yeh, right. Whatever. Soooo . . . my joy today will arise from the feeling of the vastness of history, and time, and Justice, with a capital T, ummmm, I mean capital J. And in the contemplation of how in the name of the goddess I came to discover peaceful giddiness. Who knew, right? Hey, today would have been my dad’s 86th birthday. And I also really oughtta bid you bright blessings upon Ostara. I shared a nice hug with one of my favorite witches yesterday. She’s a good one too. Yeh, life is pretty good these days.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.