Compassion Rocks


 “Our opposable thumbs and love for coffee are what separates us from the other animals.” ~ Kenneth Mathew Ebert

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”  ~ C. G. Jung

“Consciousness cannot be accounted for in physical terms. For consciousness is absolutely fundamental. It cannot be accounted for in terms of anything else.” ~ Erwin Schrödinger

“It’s clearly a crisis of two things: of consciousness and conditioning. We have the technological power, the engineering skills to save our planet, to cure disease, to feed the hungry, to end war. But we lack the intellectual vision, the ability to change our minds. We must decondition ourselves from 10,000 years of bad behavior. And, it’s not easy.” ~ Terence McKenna

It’s been a struggle to get me to begin writing. Usually I would avoid politics, but the mass murder last week goes beyond politics; and I am angry, and appalled, and deeply sad, and grieving. The radical (mild term here) Right Wing of the Republican party have stepped over the edge of sanity. Let us hope they come back soon. There is an army of kids without mechanical weapons coming. They are already taking to the streets. On March 24th they will take, with their words and actions, to the streets in a much larger way. They are fully articulate, and impressive in being so. They are driven. And they appear to be much more intelligent than the the adults they seek to address (here’s a link to the video of the dialog between one of these kids and Senator Marco Rubio of Florida. Watch the big man squirm. Click here.) The kids don’t want to be in danger of death just by going to school. I could go on. Who can blame them, right? Please support these shining children.

So, Ken, how are you this fine morning?“. That was my Muse speaking, questioning. Yeh, I’m pretty good, but I am having a hard time getting back to my usual self-absorbed ways; the ways I must employ to write my usual daily blog post. And my typing is difficult, and dyslexic in the same way it was three years ago (nearly to the day) when I had a tiny seizure. But I’m not going there today. I allowed myself to become informed by that episode. Yeh, the neurologist and psychiatrist both stated that the risk of another seizure is extremely small. I agree. It’s been three years. Being informed takes the fire and immediacy out of the kind of mental state I am in this morning. Hey – I’ve got to work today, and I have a slice of cold pizza to take to work with me; a lunch supplement. And I had a massage yesterday afternoon. The masseuse took extra care because of the knotted and painful state of my body. Because of this she slyly stated that I should have a massage once a week. I can’t afford that but I would if I could. Whatever. She does excellent work. Now, going forward – I’m gonna grab a quick shower, grab the pizza, and head to work. It is 10º friggin degrees out there! I think the underlying message of today’s blog post is that information trumps impassioned idiocy, in the long run. Listen, lives really are more important and precious than guns. Anyone who tells you otherwise, through their actions, has stepped over the edge. Let us hope they come back soon, and lay down their weapons – and talk. Information trumps ideology, in the long run. Keep an eye out for those shining children. They are coming. It is gonna be quite a show. As for me, don’t worry. I’m not into anomalous neurological events, and I never was. The reason it got to me was because I never expected such a thing. I never saw it coming. Now informed, I can approach this neurological episode with compassion. Compassion rocks. Dammit, be kind. Treasure yourself.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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