“My first piece of advice is this: Ignore all advice. In my experience, most interesting art gets made by people who don’t know the rules and have no idea that certain things simply aren’t done: so they do them. Transgress. Break things. Have too much fun.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“Meanwhile, elsewhere there are an infinite number of other universes each with its own God dreaming the cosmic dream. It is said that men may not be the dreams of the Gods, but rather that the Gods are the dreams of men.” ~ Carl Sagan
It’s one of those mornings where words are just free-floating, and I, being sick, am truly challenged in trying to track a few down, take them into custody, and put them down on metaphorical paper. Looking at a portion of the internet . . . my blog . . . as metaphorical paper is interesting, however weird it may seem. We writers, and journalists, whatever, usta “put it down on paper”. Yeh, but doesn’t the paper come after the fact? Don’tcha get that when the printer spits it out? It’s just plain weird when something you used to do most every day morphs into a metaphor. Now, I take a chance in using the word “morph”, because it can be used to allude to some Illuminati shapeshifting reptilian critters. Somehow (queue the spooky music here) I was on Youtube and I stumbled onto an Illuminati page, complete with friggin goofball David Ickes(!). I don’t know what to make of it. But David Ickes came up on the Noetic Cafe discussion board one day back around the turn of the millennium. With good recommendation. So I went down to Video Casa and rented a VHS. Started watching it. I was appalled, not by the material, not by his worldview. It was his snarky scorn for those in “the system”, who did not subscribe to his worldview. “Sorry bud, I’m having the player spit out the VHS”. I did not like his attitude. Meanwhile, back to the present. I was on Youtube this morning looking for some Abraham-Hicks video or other. A pretty woman I know asked if I liked the stuff. I told her I didn’t really resonate with it, that I liked Jane Roberts’ Seth material better. For the uninitiated, I am talking about trance channeled material, sage advice and commentary from non-corporeal entities. I guess Ramtha was the most famous of these entities; channeled by J. Z. Knight. But I was going to try to listen to some Abraham-Hicks stuff in a scheme to have some stuff for conversation with this pretty woman; like, ya know, get a little closer to her. I once took a few Catholic RCIA courses to do the same thing, to get closer to a woman. I know, I know, what the fig was I thinking? I walked out one day when Father John said that astrology is the work of the Devil. Friggin Christians just can’t resist trying to foist the Devil on the rest of us. No, I don’t believe in the Devil. Why bother? Anyway, moving forward. I finally found an Abraham-Hicks video to watch . . . and it was preceded by an ad that mentioned Tony Robbins. I was appalled. Yeh, I like to pick on Tony Robbins, just like I enjoy picking on Eckhart Tolle. But not today. I’ve got an ear and throat infection. I am on a powerful antibiotic. And the world looks all weird and stuff. I enjoyed the exam with the pretty NP over at Urgent Care. She’s quite talkative. And she put a friendly hand on my shoulder just as she was leaving, and said “I’m sorry you don’t feel good”. I don’t remember a medical provider ever saying that to me. Listen, a hand on the shoulder and a comforting offering are what healing is all about. As for that other pretty woman I’ll just have to checkout Abraham-Hicks some other day. I got deterred by the Illuminati and friggin David Ickes this morning. I don’t feel good. I’m going to blame it on the Illuminati. Woof. I’m all over the page today, probly because of the antibiotics and biotics floating around in my system. Better call it a day. Bueno bye.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.