Friday, October 20, 2006

Risk and Reward

The ToeKnee Show

I heard a quote the other day... and it became an instant poster, one I made immediately, and now is used as my mouse pad.
"Be glad you are not a genius, it makes for a very lonely life"

I'm not sure if I can fully get it under my skin, this slogan's meaning, and let it sink down deep.

I love doing nothing. More than anything, active mental meditation while walking through nature, camping in the winter... riding horseback with a few friends... exploring the wild rides of deserts and oceans.

I do very few of these things, however... becasue of the risks inherent in leading a creative life, I have to keep moving in other realms.... and such as this pulls me forwards, moment to moment...

Instead, I am writing songs, now a few scripts in process... still finishing a dozen more paintings, and constantly moving forward creatively with each and every breath... most days, most hours, most minutes spent completely in total silence and alone... not communicating or interacting with anyone... isolated in the creative ride of spiritual path as creative expression...

It's not something I could change or decide about... it's just the way it has always been.

Meanwhile...show me concrete that needs to be worked or carpentry or tile work that needs to be done and I love working it out and finishing ti all the way through like art... solo.... but could never charge for those hours since those hours are geared to the artful approach... silly and hard to explain... and not easily understood by anyone but me.

These days, after hundreds of paintings, and a few thousand hours of video still waiting to be finished into DVDs, tv shows... movies...and after writing somewhere in the neighborhood of 10,000 pages of prose and poetry, and over 5000 songs... close to 15 self produced albums on which I play 90% of the music... I am starting to realize, maybe I should at least consider... as I get older, including some other folks... if for no other reason than passing it along...as well as the pragmatic reality of life, has got to include realizing that some of it should be turned into serious dollars or I will just be a gutter living bum.


Then there's the gradual shift towards hands on healing and ceremony again...something I have resisted, becasue years ago, though I was very good at these things, I never felt worthy at such minimal life expereince... what has been gained in the past 15 years has been that necessary expanded view... a beginning of such a view, anyway...

and I realize I should consider not holding back because of some sense of fear that the power of such work is too large a responsibility.

whatever we have which could benefit, we must pass along, must express, must not hold back.

Learning and practice is necessary, for sure...

I was glad I slowly ripened over time, I needed to grow further... 15 years later, it's starting to any be an interest to contribute in a wider range.


None of the creative process was geared for money or fame or reward...


so... it's no surprise I haven't any high rise offices or widely known production companies, or hand prints on the walk of fame, or huge catologue of officially released work.

But I do have the work complied to a degree, documented and prtected from the rain.

Living while creatively walking this path had been a tight rope act that blows my newly advanced pragmatic thinking-mind... in other words... more risk than you would believe...

and almost terrifies me to overview in retrospect.

somebody somewhere had to be watching out for me.

to still be in one piece.

I know enough about the risks and have met the many who haven't made it this far... to be able to say this.




Relying very little on material reward, I can't tell stories like Willie Nelson can, about selling a song for a bag of grocereis...I heard he had to buy that one back for a couple million 30 years later.

A bag of groceries that fed his family, eventually made others probably 10 million in royalties in all those years.. just a guess.

I never made those kinds of deals.

Folks never knew I could.

I always knew it.

I have a few gems, sitting idle, that no one has seen, heard or read...

It's a rather difficult thing to stomach the concept that if I werre to be hit by a flash flood right now, it would all be for naught.

I have watched, and noticed, that ... over the years, the various folks I have interacted with around me have profited if they listen close.

a few years back I helped invent-re-invent a direct marketing info-mercial... it made those folks millions upon millions.

and I wasn't astute enough to get my portion for the part played, in time...or to have an agreement on paper. though I documented it in other ways, getting my share would require a legal war, these days... and though I do have some residual trauma from surviving such ordeals of awareness... and several incredibly intense years of painful scars that will walk with me now, from here on out....
I was able to steady myself just enough and almost stand back up completely enough to recognise that it was good not to go to war over money... so far...I have come to understand is directly in opposition to the fuel for inspiration that helps me create all future art, music... and many other outcomes... beyond money.

Most of which, as I have already said, may not ever get seen by the real intended audiences, if a big tsunami hits...


I study survival and martial art and other skill in realms that most would not recognise as such art forms.

for example, If I ever did survival, it was really survival. Like the kind that happens in the mission district at 3 am on a moonless night, while gangs blast luxury cars windows up and down the streets around me... I was there... I survived that... I got a few hundred stories like this... absurd in their detail because I was alone in those deserts with no safety nets... none...
If I ever had to fire walk, it was real fire... if I had to survive in a situation, and the fact is that I survived, because I am alive today, I had to find those routes with no room for error... none... it was way beyond fear factor... and it makes me feel really crazy to have been there in that deep without any idea I was going to end up in such equations.

In fact... looking back on some of these just now, I wish I had been offered a way to "sell out" at such times... and I never could chastise anyone for saving their own asses in some creative negotiation with the devil, like Rober Johnson at those crossroads.

I don't seek out such risks.

and I have come to tell folks, "don't be me"... "dont' follow me"... "take the easier roads".


Needless to say, I also finally came to understand that everyone gets their versions of risk/reward equations and challenges to solve in their life. And each life has a certain number of close escapes which require instant flexibility with no fear...

or they'd be dead.

and as we know , folks die each and ever day.

in fact..

I ahve even come to believe that the flashback sequence on the road to dropping the body is a certain style of ride that could actually become a redemptive process, and a healing all in one. Most folks see it as the last movie and then drop into peace... but many, upon many, each and every day more, speak about making a choice, then recovery with no disease apaarent afterwards... baffling for the doctors... but when you hear the story, it was the request of the soul for "more time", or "another chance"

To me...

it's all the same as the creative process...

If you go into it with open eyes, and really interact with it, by the time you are finished you may see you survived the ride of death... and came back different from what you saw.

these expereinces... well...they come with the territory.

I guess I have been successful so far, because i have survived.

The heart stopped beating, but then it started again.

And I saw a movie.

But solo, is solo...


and no matter the art, music, or whatever else I leave behind... it will benefit others, not me... at least that is how it has been so far.


and we all know that , no matter the extensions we all seem to get,

nothing will last forever... not even us..

that is...

not forever in the physical.

all things eventually transform.

Some say all things change.

True.

But notice, they do not just change...

They transform..

as do we.

each and every day, different than the day before.

Either being born, or busy dying.

Notice I never described any of this as rebirth.



. ..Yet, if you study the equations of the process of creative growth, or creative life, or creative anything... such as painting, you are different at the end of the phase, than you were in the beginning.

And if you do a good job, everyone who sees what you create, hears what you create, breathes what you created, is also different, transformed by it.




the more you do it.. the better you get at it.. and some call it mastering the process.

but every master knows this:

Once you master it, you actually are just a little closer to beginning do it for REAL.



So... I do what I can to keep the ourtcomes safe.

But the tight roape, fire walk of it... is just part of it.

no other routes could be as successful.

and surely these efforts will bear fruit.

Will you someday be walking past one of my paintings in a museum of moderrn art?

Will this writing be posted next to it, or avaliable on a DVD?

Seems like adestiny of sorts, that is already 80% finishsed... because I am transcribing it all and digitizing it all as we speak.

..........

In my world, it will all be a failed process, unless it inspires you to reveal your bveauty through your creative process...

Which surely exists, becasue you are breathing and living , too.

The process of living, however, under these circumstances is beyond climbing mount everest.

but it's a walk in the park compared to some.
...........

I have come to understand that many of the early successes of our modern era, some of the people we see as role models, can't find it so easy as they get older to live with themselves... knowng what they compromised, becasue of overwhelming desire or fear, to get a quicker route or a safer route... when the heat got hot.


Those are the people we walk and live among.

And the ones we can reclaim if we inspire them to notice the good they still can create from reflected within.

in some cases, they may have helped us have a better world... in others, they have convinced/tricked a majority into believing along with them, that cheating your way forward is a better way towards success, as long as no one knows.

yet they know... they know... in their hearts they know... how they got wherever they got.

and why it was never really worth it.

I used to point such folks out, to others, 15... 20 years ago.

But I was pointing right back at myself.



going forward sneaking your way around the risk... you get to find your own scary ghosts and the house is haunted.

and resentment... follows all around...

and the worlds goes grayer.

It's not a path, or a rotue to envy.

and what folks who chose such routes need more than anything is compassion.

unless they feel that, they won't feel safe enough to notice you coul dhelp them.

yes you.

recognise the part of someone that;s worth belieivng in again, and watch it grow again.

try it and see.

it really works..

like a charm.

no matter the damage they left behind them, it all will fall away eventually,

but converting a path of darkness and emptiness to light and love, it's actually the best art of all to see... and experience.


there would be no stories to teach anyone, unless someone was there and survived to tell the tale.



This installment has no solutions.


Nor explanations.


I'm going to start presenting some of my catalogue.... finally... soon.


But it's not going to be hyped or targetted for a mass audience, like I thought it would be 15 years ago.

I am a believer that the fruit which is sweet will draw the partakers.

It's a way to rely on the innner glow.

and to get away from the expected result is the only way to give the process more spring, more fly power... such arrows fly farther...

when they are released with les sloppy tension..

I guess it's what a person develops if they survive enough..

just a premise.

the proof is always in the pudding.
.........

As far as my own creature comfort -needs and wants- I trrust my catalogue- It's going to build a certain amount of basic simple lifestyle.


comfort is not the goal.

it's the by-product.

yeah , that's what I want to say...

the objective is not to find, create or seek comfort... a comfortable life.


The real goal is to stop holding back... and let the audience /viewers decide what gets voted further, and to listen as they drink it in....

also known as;

Removing the cover from the lighted lamp...

...letting the folks who are seeking these kinds of flavors, be able to find them... getting out of the way.


Since it all came from God/Goddess anyway...


It behooves me to step out of the way of it's flow back to God/Goddess through you.

yeah.





I can't believe it... the spell check says there are not any mistakes here....

impossible. impossible. impossible...


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The Saga of lost hope

The ToeKnee Show

I walked away from some people I love very dearly... just last night.

and my soul cries while I wrtie this.


I feel like a complete idiot... And a hopeless unhealable shambles...

but grateful that I am strong enough to admit what I feel right this moment.. and even stronger to understand that perception is not always truth...



Hope is not forever.

Hope is never forever.

Hope doesn't create safety or give inspiration.

sometimes, shared hope sustains the journey.


and I suppose this is where the soul tears cry like torrential rain this very moment.


noticing that I left some who shred such shared hope.



Probably more than I ever loved a group of people, in recent history, I love these folks...


Trying to break down the barriers too soon was the reason I left them standing there..

I recognised the pace was too swift.

we were not quite in sync.


a shift of time, place, moments...

I "hope" will bring the syncronicity back again.

But it's what we deserve already.

and it will either return, or not... as it is meant to be.


My wound took me down, took us down, took this down... or such is my perception.

God/Goddess, I get so glad I didn't blame anyone, but blamed
"my own wound".


I feel like I am dying, right now... a part of my needs to be hled and just told to keep silent.

I felt almost this same depth of seep loss once recently, (a couple of years ago), slept on it, then woke up the next day and read about a Czech immigrant who was found dead in his hotel room. ..They found an airport baggage claim ticket in his pocket, he was dressed like a bride's groom. He had been in this country only a few days.

They went to the airport and found the bag revolving for 3 days with no one claiming it... it smelled really bad... Really bad...

Inside the bag, they found his wife... in her bridal gown, She had ridden in the freezing baggage compartment of the airplane.. The only way that she could get to America with her husband... They didn't realize it would be freezing cold.

He had committed suicide... Because he had seen that she was dead in the suitcase...

And he couldn't bear the responsibility , as he said in the note... for having helped kill their dream... their new life.

she had frozen to death.


a photo of them was found among the clothes and other belongings...


they looked like angels in love...


they were.

Angels in Love.

.........


When we share hope wiht someone, we get to be angels in love.

If we get teh chance to build such hopes into tangible shared dreams come true, then we participate in miracle.

there is no other reality to what we share.

it even includes a simple process of buying a cup of coffee... if you are 100% awake inthe process, it's a dream come true... in itself.


...........

the day after I feel a wound like this...

I want to rush forward and sweep the dbris from between all those I trusted with our shared hope.

Practical matters interfere.

Like stopping a lesson that needs to be learned, inside time and space.

And of course, we are all pieces of God/Goddess/creator,

But we need the time and space to separate us , so we can find our way back.

or we would have no where to go.


What lost gets found gets lost gets found.

Then you find yourself walking some lonely beach, again noticing the beauty of the waves and the roar of the ocean, and find youorself seeking the familiar... a new stone, yet a one that matches what I was known or lost...

.........
I have to live without...Now.

Again... and greet time and space... and within it find a need for a prize to yearn for, to hope for...

and eventually another dance with others, in shared hope walking hand in hand in the journey towards more dreams come true.

or so it seems.


until it walks up to me reflected back in so many beautiful happy faces.

I suggest I do not deserve to see it... or know it is real... or may never actually be able to trust it existed up 'til now, ever...

anybody who knows about true survival , understands this...

the ebbs and flows of time and space... of loss and gain.

you may have survived, but depending what you lost... You might , rather hold a secret knowledge that a part of you had died.

until you can believe it is worht sharing again.

sits on a carousel somewhere at some surreal amusement park... At an airport with folks just walking past it.

While it st6inks, and draws attention.

and deep inside it all... a quest for beauty and shared hope.

......................


I wish I were whole... But I am not even half.

Maybe will never be whole...always in process

such was good enough yesterday, when hope was shared and a goal was seen in front of all this beaty along the way.




the holes in my heart are real.

more real now, than such hope.

but it's only time... it's only space.


it's Swiss cheese, folks...

but it's only time... it's only space.


and it's been so long since it was anything but that...

I finally admit it.


I finally admit it.

but it's only time.... it's only space.


an it's only perception.


...........


a shared view of the beauty that is growing solved it all.

and the quest for hope to walk towards, through the darkness, and a boost of courage with the armour of love.


that was yesterday.

and maybe more deep tomorrow than it ever could have been,


becasue of the embracement of the time... and the space...

and noticing that my own feet still have steps to walk.


the whole is more than the sum of the parts.

this is true.


but each part has to bring the hole in it's heart.

overlapped, the hearts see more beauty than holes.

and more hope and love than fear.

but it's a choice of reflected perception,

on the parts that have yearned to grow.

replacing the holes with whole.


and more to share results beyond perception, or even hope.


Since, as theBuddha has said,

Hope is an empty emotion.

but I would also like the world to know that shared hope isn't hope at all.

it is a decision to LOVE.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Hollow Victory


The ToeKnee Show




I had a great friend once. One of many.

Or so it seems.


Let's call him "Stan".


This is all true.

Listen.

We'd met at a meditation university, both of us on staff.

Both of us shared many friends around the music, the meditation, the exploration of realms of consciousness.

We all used to stay up late at night and discuss warrior ways, the honor of warrior, the path towards enlightenment.. Our various views on life, modern society, how most folks got lost in the "illusions".

we'd talked about our woman troubles, successes, the search for life in balance,

the role spiritual path could take as we grew towards our envisioned "enlightenment", levitation all day long, traveling to other planets and still being here... walking through walls...

While sharing our stories of home towns and upbringing, we'd talk about teachers of our grade school era... How we were raised, our quest to see everyone have a more balanced upbringing... Sometimes saluting our childhood innocence,, which was the case for me, raised among the Midwest wild country, I had what seemed to be a more serene upbringing... Sometimes I felt it was miles away from the modern style of childhood.

Eventually, Stan told us about his childhood.

When Stan was a kid,
... His mother used to tie him to the coffee table.
according to Stan... And he used to laugh while he explained the craziness of it.


That was her easy way to keep him where she wanted.
Instant Baby sitting.

If he raised hell, she'd lock him in the closet....
...Go out and see a movie.

"That's motherhood for you", said Stan...

I heard this a few times before it finally sunk in...

Between such stories,
We used to discuss the vedas,
politics... Buddha, the Rishis, prayer, ....Meditation...
life, science, creating a better world.

Hovering around those ideas and ideals,
every passionate discussion relied on shared perception, I started to notice...

with discomfort,
of who the "real"... "Enemies are".

Stan took a lot of pleasure in tearing away the veils of illusion.
sometimes with force, in conversation.

among our small group, we didn't always agree... But it was usually light hearted, with laughs.

sometimes sneaking off to the train tracks and smoking a tiny speck of a joint,
just to compare it with our surreal serene meditation enhanced minds.

we would laugh at it's inadequate delivery...

Those long Midwest, quiet days and walks along the tracks,
We'd always come back to our shared vision of a better world, what it would look like.

and when we were in agreement, I noticed, with silent "unease/dis-ease", I noticed how much we both needed to believe in the "enemy",
as much as our friendship.

The reason I specifically speak about this one friendship in this way, is because eventually there came a day to acknowledge this, ...our division.



Striving to devote ourselves to a better world, we had met on that path,
a path of building from inside out...

Expereincing the "God within" and expecting it was all going to be automatically easy after that.

The shared meditation practice, with about 10,000 people, always guaranteed agreement on many things....
Easy and simple... yet not quite as simple...

Because I could feel the flaws in myself...

The work still ahead, no matter what.

...And I knew, agreement about the "silly humans out there" who did not share our agreements/path was the same as finding external enemies, and I had found enough internal flaws myself, that I sensed, I "knew" it wouldn't satisfy forever.

Stan and I could agree to disagree about the science of perceptions,
Yet.. his upbringing and mine were radically different. It seemed to be a deeper desparity than that...
I'd known my father. I had a great and devoted mother.
My family was conservative, but compassionate.

I'd seen my family sacrifice for strangers, friends, and family.

I saw devotion to our Catholic faith.
I had bought it hook line and sinker , until I had walked out of being an Altar Boy.
all it took was sensing something was amiss while helping the priest get ready for Mass... the eerie silence lasted too long...And I was out of there. Even though Sister Christopher got angry with me... I walked anyway.

I must have already had a sense of my own inner voice...

I knew that someday I had to find a more personal path, rather than listen to anyone's interpretation of God, I wanted to know the God within.


I'd been raised in a large family.
We got along for the most part.
I'd never been chained in the dark.... Ever.

I had no clue what it felt like to have been raised like Stan.

...to be raised by a single mother, tied to a coffee table, not knowing his father...


Somehow I knew we would find our differences in that gap of perception and expereince...

Even though we seemed to mostly find agreement in all our philosophic discussions...

and, among our shared group of friends,
we all had many laughs about those various divisions...
That didn't seem to matter at all!

We liked the same kind of women.

We stayed out of each other's territory.

We seemed to respect and support each other in the quest to find a mate.


But always, all of us filtered it all back down to being "buddies"...

a loyalty equation.

... at the ver heart of our friendship.

then... The distinct difference in our divergent views was accented
by challenges I found in my life that would never mirror challenges in his.
I'd hit my own special Cross/"crossroads'..Choices... Ones that only I could make.

In a sense, I knew I had to figure it all out on my own.

But I couldn't.


I wanted that validation... That support, that loyalty while I decided.

Yet... It was not meant to be.

I could only rely on what I had known of the peace and adventure in my childhood,
the way I had been raised... The simplicity, the humility... The regularness of it.

Which I hadn't understood was also rare in the person I tried building a future with.


...Trying to remake it for my own new family, where equally divergent childhood experience could find no compromise.

Consulting with all my friends, all of them, and finding no solutions,
I often discussed the dilemma, unsolvable ... over and over again, with Stan,

until one day it was over-heated...

We'd both reached out , and both found that different harsh separate view.

I got upset with Stan,
It was a serious time in my life,
and the "buddy buddy" wasn't going to work.
...He was a great friend...
...But I sensed our disagreement represented a wider gap, and maybe a worldwide gap,
one symbolic of all our lives...

with no solutions... Or compromises possible.

and I couldn't digest it...

At point of friendship, he told me I had to just save myself,
from a situation/lost marriage that had gone more than bad.

His method was harsh, and it was a reflection of the world he knew...

He insisted I agree him, and let it all go... Never look back.
He wouldn't budge.

and my upbringing caused me to stand for family beyond my own self, beyond the pain of everything....
so...I disagreed. I was going to make it work, or go down with the ship.
I showed him the door, instead.

I showed him the door , for good.

Haven't seen him since.

"ce le vie.... To that friendship"...

recently I noticed, it was also "ce le vie to those styles of friendship".

Many folks perceive they are making forward motion,
but all they are really doing is sticking with "friends" who never disagree wwith them...
"through thick or thin"

As a ntaion, notice the ones who say, "my political party, right or wrong... or my country right or wrong".

How can we, any of us... get anywhere, if we claim we have no where to go, no way to grow, nothing needed from anyone more than what we say is "how it is...how it should be... love it or leave it"?



...These days,
I know I was too hard on Stan.

I've seen a few miles on my machine, by now.

and I know why he took pleasure in that escape clause he demanded I use...

why he urged me to stop the sacrifice mentality,

and why he inssited that I chain my dreams to a cage somewhere... then with no thought, or remorse,, Walk away.


He was speaking from where he had been.

I wonder if he has ever been able to sort out that maze of his childhood.


I sure hope so.

but , whether he did or not,
or how it all turned out...

proves nothing about his side or my side.

that either was righter or wronger...


Still...Without our shared friendship growing ... What are the chances?

For him... Me... Or anyone? FOR YOU?

And if love/friendship/shared goals never includes passionate disagreement,
then aren't all of us lost... ???
I mean , really?

no matter which views we favor?
nothing to share????


Maybe other friends, replaced me, for Stan....

If I met Stan again, these days,
which I surely and definitely will,
now that I bring him from my past memory into present day vision,
...I won't be surprised to see the weight gain,
the new unrecognizable person,

or the near-Saint ... If he found other routes to find redemption, enlightenment...

I am sure he would see similar strain in my world... and the weight I have carried since.

As we all seem to have to do... whether we like it or not.

I can tell you this, he'd probably point out that where I now am, is far different from the trajectories I had set to accomplish.

I might be amazed by what he'd reflect of the space between us,
as much as what I'd reflect back for his path.

Maybe service to the world saved each of our asses... Who knows.

because that was the only part to which we truly ever shared or agreed.

Separate versions of how to accomplish the same goals,

I now understand this is actually the reality of this world.

we all find a way to get to the same place,,, eventually,

or we never meet anywhere.

EVER.



This is all beside the point;


Stan was ex-military...

Back when wee were still friends,
He told me a story once about a recruit, and an incident
he witnessed as a Drill sergeant, ...In Bootcamp.

One of the other drill sergeants was riding a certain new recruit , really hard. really hard.
probably, as usual, "for his own good".

one day, when they were practicing /teaching grenade toss,
things went rough, and ridicule ensued...
again... For the good of the company, the mission, the shared vision...
an impasse occurred which soon turned into .... A deal breaker.

When they got to throwing the live grenades,

The recruit looked at the drill sergeant,
and did his last maneuver, ... and it probably felt like a great idea at the time,
How to "win"... against authority, and that new recruit
... just dropped the grenade between them.

Neither moved,

Kabloooooeeeeyyy!

...All anyone ever found, after the blast,
... Were two sets of boots...

and splatter.


Stan would laugh when he told me that story.
His eyes would sparkle.
... andf I admit it... so would I.

Back when we "knew who the enemy was",
and shared a view about a person who won.... and what the "problems of authority were"
and when I was an idiot agreer.

Just so happens that time froze...

even in the shared laugh.

a big gap.

winners and losers.

yet, never another step forward ever again for the dead guys....



Stan was there,

He saw the whole thing.

but he was also there, in his own past, still chained to the coffee table,
while he told me about it with glee...an extra amount of glee, for what the recruit had balls to do....

and I guess I got spanked too hard ONCE or twice as a kid......

so , a part of me could see that vision too.... just enough to get the joke of it...

How to win, and also how to say,
F**k the world...F**k life... F**k love...
all in the same motion.


Admit it... You got some of the same disease.
Yes you do.

If not from growing up, then from a boss, a teacher, a lawyer... a former spouse...

Knowing how to teach anybody a thing or two always emerges from the experience.

...it's a wound, a curse, not an answer worth living.. is it???

Or how would you be here, on this planet, in this world, watchingit all go by just like it is a tv show you invested energy in, agreeing with what we all share????


But , even more,


When Stan told that story, Stan got the joke of the victory which went nowhere,
in a way I took note, ...was far deeper than I could conceive then...


the lesson that taught nothing,


except "immovable" as a premise.


I took note.

I said nothing. I laughed about it too.

A decision... disquised as forward motion.

disquised as a lesson taught and learned.

Would you be surprised that from Stan's childhood, it was easy for him, later in life, to become a prison guard?

and by now, he may have gone back to that.

The caged youth watching over other caged youth...



I showed Stan the door.

But I found my own ghosts, anyeay.
I haven't heard about him ... Seen him... Or thought about him much,
...until today.


It all makes sense doesn't it?



Yet, I see beauty in all of it...Today...

Because, like it or not, I still have a fondness for our friendship whcih went beyond what we agreed or disagreed about.

or the losses he had then... or I have now.

where I had formally, formerly judged and despised it all,
I now see the world you and I create with each second that goes by.

Yeah... You....

Yeah... Me.


Isn't it this the mathematical equation of perfect balance, the
reality of our present days???


Can you see it?

Just so happens, some people blame it all, what's wrong with this world, on folks like me,

other folks, like I used to be,

blame it on others... LIKE YOU.


I see it is , has always been US.

Us that create what we all wake up inside of each and every day.

We create it together.



and I offer no solution.

not here.

except, that if there is one... It's inside you,

as well as inside me.

or it's never gonna change.

EVER.

you can't kill the differences.

we all share the journey.

or we go nowhere believing we got somewhere.

end up Hollow.

with dead folks and statues representing nothing....


and just building more cages for those we call enemy.


.........

People ...watch as we see folks face each other down.
People ...cheer the contestant on,
until the last empty suitcase is opened.

Kids sent off to war to find enemies that all look like people.

Winning at all costs.

Gunning down the opposition.


The whole world seems to be at the mercy of such formulas.

NOT created by others,

but voted forward with each of our moment to moment thought, we endure.


A person expressed to me, the other day, how the "evil ones" need to be treated.

ostracized...


and I was instant in my reply.

"I used to believe in evil people", I said.

and "Now when I see an "evil"person, one I used to hate or judge or want to destroy,
...I just see an injured person".

So says I.

Yet today, for unknown reasons, in this case the cover story is my family name and reputation,

I hold my ground... Rather than move forward and find something
that springs back, peaceful luscious and ...Better.


At this rate, I won't be finding a cabin studio dream art life for years, years, years,years, years, years, to come.

Instead, I get to rub somebody's nose in their own stupidity, which scarred me permanently 15 years ago.



If you have a chance to develop any skills for rising above your anger,
don't even think they have any validity,
unless you can demonstrate them when you lost what was truly precious.


Otherwise, you will be as fake as I am today.

Then again,
I am a believer that truth expressed is ALWAYS a step towards peace,
just as valid as a

...Walk around the block,

or sleeping on a decision...

and then, at least, maybe the consequences of actions won't be such a surprise.


I must say I have clarity, after expressing my truth.

But it seems like such a hollow practice, and definitely not as good as caressing her skin, or feeling her touch on mine.

.

oh well.


this is where I get to go out and wail to the trees.

a necessary step, also.. as necessary as any.

And after all, especially after all those portraits of the ones who lost family, friends, and children in disagreements/wars long forgotten.

Every culture, ever generation seems to pay a price in blood.

and every other generation takes the lessons for granted, leaving the reasons and the methods behind,

to learn through suffering again?

loss?

I simply discovered that winners and losers are what this world craves.


and maybe all that ever got made here, after all...

maybe it's all going to continue to find balance for us all.
... maybe... someday...


TODAY we get to see how our leaders posture and threaten each other, day in , day out...

and the commentators measure the winners against the losers, by the quotas, and the poles.

seemingly no one with an original idea left..

... We expect any kids to see much more than a contest from here on out?

we all vote for what the future is.

Just know that you create your share for all who bear witness, by how you use your energy and breath.
NOW.


you know it's true.
..............

We live on a planet among children who were whipped into shape.

and every so often somebody drops a grenade, just to watch the fear in each other's eyes.

Make it into a scene for a movie, and bring the whole world to the same cliff's edge.

Sell tickets.

bank the hidden profit,

break for a commercial...

then power up folks driven in to fix it,

while you sit behind the screen and laugh.



It's all gonna be fine.

don't worry.


don't be fooled.


Victory that slices a space between you and me.

Whether it's showing each other the door,

or passing along a rumor and an extra laugh at another's expense,

It's victory,

yeah... It's victory... It wins awards.

but see what we are creating.

grabbing for the better pussy... Over and over and over.

never deepening the sense of truth or peace, or life, or breath?

we can have it if we want it.

and don't forget the visions of enemies we teach, endure, entertain, build...

Just by the way we walk through this as if it's all ok, as long as we get ours!

...Don't forget your enemies...They might even deserve what you give them.


but , who can live with a hollow heart?


Victory Hollow...

these words, and this idea...is starting to make sense to me now.

I never knew what it meant.


Seeing angry leaders who will never find a way to find another way.


And never seeing the power women emerge, becasue they had no mothers, after all...
...if they never exist again... then who can include us, after all?

Let's hope the real future can come rising from among us... bringing us all back to the nurturing we crave, desire, can believe in...

maybe even from inside us...



it's a desperate planet... Desperate, and soon disappearing with all our agreement and compliance, otherwise....


I can't seem to preach about peace today.


I guess the enemy ... HAS won.

for now.

let's test it and see if it's a box office hit...

forget about what it means...

how many dollars can we make...

you know ... For most... And maybe even us...

it's all that matters.

these sentences smack of idiot simplicity and judgment.

I don't pretend this article is leading anywhere.

But what reflects in your own heart...

well... That just might be what we need... Really.

so... Take my hand when you see me in my next gutter.

and I will be satisfied with some chicken soup.

no statuettes, or gold plated plaques.

Just realize...

My vows of poverty left me in the dust and at the mercy of the greedy and the real rapers.

and their label on me as a loser, was correct, because I found out I couldn't stomach sacrifice forever.

Who could?

who ever did?

I need to win something too someday!

so... I guess I am headed to the graveyard of the warriors who died winning hollow victories.. Too.

Just like you.


We can all find a way to bury our chosen enemies.

We can all find a way to decide who to show the door forever.

We can each define which closet we locked ourselves in , and why.


But I swear to God... as best I can believe in Her/Him ... I'd settle for something far simpler now.. This very second.

I sure wish I had a fresh REAL breast to nurse, NOW, and Superman or WONDERwoman would show up soon , and sort out our disaster.


Otherwise, I think we may be watching the whole thing sink for good pretty soon.


And you never know...

It might actually be a great destiny we should never have tried to hold back.

And once we see it sinking, shouldn't we all get out the guns and make noise and cheer?

we all participated, it was our laugh, our joke on ourselves.

and we each get to believe we wanted it, truly,

and secretly know we won.



Jesus... I gotta turn on the Craig Ferguson show.

something to laugh about and another beer.

as good as Nirvana.

Hollow Victory!

hip... Hip... Hooray...... KaBlooeeey!!!!


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Monday, October 16, 2006

Craig Ferguson


It's an incredible thing to see a guy hit the target over and over so
perfectly.

Late night with Craig Ferguson.

Try it out... the next time living a "normal life" gets you down.

It's a perfect way to finish a day.

saved my ass many times.

no kidding.

no kidding.

"...another interesting test adventure into the ART of the magic of
intention.... while maintaining relaxed-rock-steady- balance .... inside the
wild rides on the WAVEs of this ocean called LIFE in the 'material' plane" -
toe knee

"ARTintoLIFE is LIFEintoART" ... yeah!

Art into Life
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INnovative, CREATive, Envision.

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