“Reality, as you currently experience it, is something like a waking dream. It is disguising deeper and more intensified levels of being and knowing. For those who are ready and willing, the doors to those other levels now stand open.” ~ Daniel Pinchbeck
“It’s a very salutary thing to realize that the rather dull universe in which most of us spend most of our time is not the only universe there is. I think it’s healthy that people should have this experience.” ~ Aldous Huxley
There is neither time nor inclination, but I admit to a strange urge to go academic with this post. Ain’t gonna happen is what I’m sayin’. Back when I was getting an occasional letter to the editor published in local newspapers, down in the Florida Keys, a friend asked my dad why my writing went from scholarly to vernacular, all in the same letter. Dad simply told her that it was my style. Dad later told me that his explanation seemed only to add to her perplexity. She had also told him that in reading my stuff she was almost inclined to agree. Perish the thought, right? Whatever. I later found out that she was a Republican, and one that was enmeshed in the early stirrings of the modern (this was 27 or so years ago) version of the party that seems to be perpetually saying to Democrats “Get the fuck out of our way and you will feel better”. They are also showing new gall these days in threatening prosecution for simple disagreement, but that is a different story. I don’t know, it baffles me to this day. The woman who introduced me to the one who was perplexed by my writing also turned out to be one of those Republicans. Through the years, since then, I have learned that many of the people in my circle of friends back then were actually Republicans. There’s nothing wrong with this, of course, other than the fact that the evolution of the party has shoved us into grim and dire straits. But enough of that. I’ve got a mixed blessing going since yesterday. The good news is that a much too long ( 2-3 weeks) “up” cycle of hypomania has passed, and a much more familiar down cycle of depression is setting in. I prefer the depression, if you must know. Management of these conditions is quite possible, and can be highly effective, but it’s not like I have a choice. At this point is where I could go up against the “you create your own reality” crowd. There’s no use in that. And even if I did, they should, according to their creed, see it coming a mile away. And on that cryptic note I must be meandering along into my workday. There’s a sunrise to glance at then a brief hot shower to be had, but before I go I want to remind you that happiness can be conjured in both the up and the down cycles I endure; I’ve just had a lot more practice at creating it the thick of depression. Comes in handy.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.