Listening Non-judgementally to a Demon

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“The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.”  ~  Christopher Hitchens

“We live only a few conscious decades, and we fret ourselves enough for several lifetimes.”   ~  Christopher Hitchens

“But attempts to evade anxiety are not only doomed to failure. In running from anxiety you lose your most precious opportunities for the emergence of yourself, and for your education as a human being.”  ~  Rollo May

Another deep cold morning, 12º. That, and it’s laundry day. Both are wielding comfort for me. Yesterday was pretty much of a lost day, unless you take into account the sleep I got and the overall deep tone of relaxation that permeated the day. It was like that “I just don’t care” mood that is an effect of the clinical depression I live with, except I did it on purpose. Lucky me. I took a clinical mood, dressed it up, and pulled off an actual accomplishment, which in essence was simply taking care of myself. And that is the whole point. Pretty cerebral approach, right? Nah, not really. This is the writer reporting on an action, and that only happens in retrospect. Sigh. I should take better care of myself, and part of that will end up being that I do it without being surprised, or having to make note of it when it happens. That ain’t happening anytime soon, I reckon, but I’ll give it time. Speaking of time, right before bed yesterday evening I read that Charles Manson died. Until he died I had never considered how much his atrocities shaped times back then. I’m not knowledgeable enough to go into depth about it, but the effect at the time was powerful. Another thing I read was the reappearance of the conspiracy theory that claims the Apollo moon landing was faked. That landing was another shaping agent of the times. The two events happened only three weeks apart, the landing coming first. A flight to the heavens and a man from the depths of hell. Wow. Three weeks. I should mention here that I don’t believe in heaven and hell except as elements of consciousness made vocal. As John Lennon put it: “No hell below us, above us only sky”. Kinda like that. So, does no hell mean no demonic energy exists? Nope. I’ve only encountered demonic energy, of which I was certain, once. A friend had asked me to see if I could help the man. So I went to the guy to talk. Dude said he had been in prison with Manson, that he knew the guy, and that his exposure to Manson had infected him with evil. The emanations from that guy were palpable. Friggin scary stuff, snaky tongue and all! But I felt calm as I listened with a caring ear. I felt protected by some spirit and likely I was. All told it seemed to help the guy to have someone listen to his story non-judgementally. Did I help the guy on a long term basis? I have no way of knowing that. He could have gone on to commit an atrocity of his own, but I seriously doubt it. So, that was my brush with evil. I think evil can exist without a hell, or a devil. Just sayin’. It is something that . . . oh, never mind. It’s about sunrise so I’m going out to have a look, regardless of the cold. 


An inspiring sunrise for us all; except those who sleep late. I know I was inspired, and I can take that to the laundromat with me . . . but not to the bank, as they say.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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