Reflections in a Petri Dish — July 15, 2013
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Ah… these are interesting time, in a Chinese sort of a way. Some lady jumped out of my Inbox to read me the riot act about Jesus Christ. What is it about Christians? They are always looking for an argument or a fight and they are as hard nosed as it gets, about Jesus being the ONLY way. Christ himself said, “In my father’s house are many mansions. If it were not true I would not have told you so”. Basically he was saying; let’s get a quote from visible in here, “There are many roads up the mountain but… once you get to the top, you can see all of the ways down (or ‘up’, if you prefer)”. My feeling is that this desire for argument and conflict comes out of a basic insecurity in understanding. I didn’t even know what she was talking about. Of course, I get so many emails, sometimes they just run together in a kind of Mulligan Stew.
Then, a long time reader, out of nowhere, without any provocation I am aware of, unloaded on me with such a denigrating screed, as I have not experienced since, frankly, I can’t remember when. Nor did he make the connection between what he said and the effect it had on me; one of the most surreal cases of cognitive dissonant disconnect that I’ve ever seen.
I have explained many times about the tenor and intended (on purpose) personality of these blogs. I’ve said it was my intent to respond to comments (when I do, which isn’t often) differently at different blogs. Visible Origami was supposed to be the softest, then Smoking Mirrors would be less soft, then Petri Dish, the least soft. I had it in mind from the beginning that I would seek to be a regular guy, someone who could portray the gamut of human emotions, which would provide a learning atmosphere for all of us. I also did it to avoid that guru thing, which has followed me around ever since my monumental Kundalini experience at the age of 21 and which stayed at a particular intensity for at least three years before it integrated back into the ordinary landscape, sort of. This wasn’t one of those Osho type of forced energy shaking, or any kind of momentary or sporadic events, that lasted for an afternoon, or an evening. So I wound up having followers wherever it was that I was and that never stopped, as my trip in India pointed up once again, most recently. Because, early on, I could see this would happen to some degree at the blogs and because I do not feel that I am at the level that some people believe me to be, I have purposely acted out, to my greater misfortune, on a regular basis. This was stupid on my part but I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve managed to do away with that now but former damages done will probably always be there. It’s small comfort that I was proven right in each circumstance, as far as the hidden agendas of the involved personalities went, followed by the awful irony that I have forgiven all the way around and remain unforgiven all the way around. So it goes.
Some very weird things have been going on. That’s not all that strange, considering that they are happening in my life, which is a pretty strange place to begin with… but even so, I am at a loss to account for the meaning of these things. I’ve mentioned the two following occurrences before. I feel compelled to mention them again. I had a friend in the area here. He’d been a contributor to my work for a couple of years and then I discovered he lived right around the corner and we began to do things together; tramp through the woods, go to rock festivals and occasionally have dinner at his house when some of my guests were in town and he’d come by my place at least once a week if not more. When I knew I had to get out of India I wrote him and he said, “Great! Look forward to getting together”. I got back and he was unreachable. I had decided he was dead or in the hospital, until I accidentally miss dialed a number and got him on the phone. He had nothing to say. There was no event, nothing happened and… the silence is deafening.
A person who had been reading the blogs for some time invited me to a country in South America. It was the place I had wanted to go for a long time. We had positive communications back and forth. Then, without warning and with no event, he shut me off, although he still comes to the blogs each day. As Sherlock once said, “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbably, must be the truth”. So… I’ve got certain speculations that come to mind but… I’ll keep them to myself for the moment.
I’m talking about these things now because there is this undeniable resonance between certain of the readers and myself so… some threads of similarity run betwixt and between all of us. This is meant to imply that I’ve been getting all kinds of emails about strange goings on at far removes. These are different kinds of strange but strange, none-the-less. What this tells me is that the planetary rubdowns have gone through a bit of pitch-shifting lately, creating some previously unseen harmonics in our particular solar system, which means, even more kinds of strange. I have no idea what’s going on with this. What I do know is that mysterious planets were announced some time ago and now…? Now we have a mysterious planet, who, so far as I know, does not have the first name of Janet.
Regardless of the momentary distraction of not know what the Helsinki is going on, I’m not much discomfited or negatively moved, by that which I only gave a portion of my attention to. I’ll admit that one of the events hurt my feelings; what few of them remain but that was just a passing surface wound.
Lately, I’ve been feeling, by turns, down and dismayed (early yesterday) and then ebullient (like today) for no know reasons, well, the ‘down and dismayed’ came about by having my focus forcibly fixed on potential negatives that might seem insurmountable, given the narrow time frame and my own ineffectiveness. However, I am not the one who has to surmount. I’m the one who has to be mounted, in a platonic sense, of course.
Today I was swept up in such a positive frame of mind, I was singing from room to room. There was no particular reason for me to feel that way. It was a couple of octaves above the ebullience of other recent ebulliences, if I remember correctly. I could have said that it had to do with stopping smoking. No. What it was, was a view opened in my subconscious, showing a future time, which I could not see in a conscious zone but could experience the reflection of it on the astral plane, which I did, thank you very much. I’m guessing some not insignificant number of us have been ‘balls to the wall’ over recent times, to such an extent that we’ve grown somewhat depressed and concerned, that’s how it is in these times. So many of us believe that the big problem is external activities, working contrary to the public interest, without hindrance. The truth is that it is our internal states that are our biggest concern. This is the main determinant of our passage anywhere. It’s like that conversation between Frodo and Bilbo, in which Bilbo says, if I am remembering correctly, something to the effect that one must be careful setting out upon the road, that the road right outside their door could lead anywhere, even to the gates of Mordor itself. It’s our mental state that determines how we go and has a great deal to do with where we go.
Our minds are being hijacked by a group of concerted fiends. In some cases the hijacking has been accomplished already. In other cases the effort continues. Some of us are immune, for one reason or another. Usually it indicates some degree of heavy protection; having friends in high places, or so it is rumored. We’ve spent our lives making various associations. Sometimes it is from affection and sometimes from antipathy. Sometimes, most times, it involves one or another of our fellow travelers but… sometimes it involves travelers from the road less traveled, or in my case Les traveled. What we appreciate most in our friends is loyalty, without it you cannot call anyone friend, in truth. The same can be said of those from les visible spaces. They demand loyalty. You can’t call any of them friends without it.
It can be said that, in this day and age, there are several things that are in short supply; manners and loyalty are two of them. Still, it doesn’t matter if most of the world does not possess them or care about them. What matters is if you do. Before we can meet our own standards, we first have to have standards and generally our standards are set according to the level of our self interest, whether we are laboring for the common good, or for a personal good. Sometimes, people with more idealism than integrity, set impossible standards and fail to meet them. This eventually transforms them into a caricature and often a buffoon. Bill O’Reilly and the rest of the ass-hats at Fucked News, are examples of people who demand high standards, pretend to live by them and wind up exposing themselves as garden variety hypocrites. Integrity and having a personal code can make you unfit for all kinds of employments these days.
Yes, I’ve been talking all around things as is sometimes my wont. This is in the hope that what I am trying to say will somehow make its way to the reader from between the lines and the necessary resonance will be engaged. I wish you all the very best on this day following yesterday, on it’s way to tomorrow. I’ll see you there if there is one.