Smoking Mirrors — Dec 18, 2013
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Though it took longer than I thought it might in recent time. The latest novel, “The Curious Tale of Ash and the Whine” will be out around Christmas which was what I thought earlier in the year so, in a strange way, it hit expectations. I’ll let you know.
The poor misunderstood bad guys who are the same bad guys as they were yesterday, last week and the week before, are still doing bad things but I have been told lately by a reader that calling attention to their evil deeds might upset them and, for all I know, hurt their feelings, which may be the same thing. Let’s not say anything more about the bad guys okay? They’ll just go away one of these days, once they’ve got what they are after. won’t they? Maybe if we (right this minute- you’ll have to hurry) send each of them nice embossed Christmas cards, with little red hearts, drawn with a Sharpie marker (Does Sharpie make red?), wishing them a merry ‘and profitable’ holiday season; surely their profiting is not wrong and it would be mean to say that it is, if we do that, maybe they won’t feel so bad about our rude and no doubt erroneous judgments upon them. Wait a minute, scratch that ‘Merry Christmas”, MOST of them are members of another religion (if religion it be) so that might be offensive to them. How about, “May you have another wonderful mercantile period of rich financial return and zero criticism of your methods.” How’s that sound?
It’s possible that I upset the tender sensitivities of certain bad guys already. Hmmm, what do you know? Maybe I shouldn’t call them bad guys. Maybe I should call them, ‘guys who are called bad guys by people mistaken about who they are and who cause them no amount of discomfort by doing so and are probably therefore responsible for all of the mistaken (by definition) acts of these fine people’. That does seem a tad long but… no extent is too far to travel, if it means assuaging the wounded emotions of these tragically misunderstood and noble specimens of humanity.
I was told that Jesus said this and that, as if Jesus minced about the ancient ruins of what are now ancient ruins and talked about how pretty this was and how pretty that was and then he and the disciples went off to a slumber party and had several cups of hot cocoa and marshmallows while Peter’s dad read them a series of Aesop’s Fables. It was so enthralling that Jesus didn’t even mind when Peter’s dad put his hand on his knee. Whoops! That probably didn’t happen but it seemed funny at the time. Not funny? Sorry.
Yeah, Jesus said some nice things but Jesus said a lot of other things too, like “Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell? Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, and wise men, and scribes: and some of them ye shall kill and crucify; and some of them shall ye scourge in your synagogues, and persecute them from city to city.” He also said, “Woe to you, Chorazin woe to you, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But I tell you, it shall be more tolerable on the day of judgment for Tyre and Sidon than for you. And you, Capernaum, will you be exalted to heaven? You shall be brought down to Hades. For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Sodom, it would have remained until this day. But I tell you that it shall be more tolerable on the day of judgment for the land of Sodom than for you.” and he said, “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within they are full of dead man’s bones and all uncleanness”, as well as “You serpents, you brood of vipers, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell?” So Jesus could be a little stern about some things but… it’s okay for Jesus to notice shit but not for us to?
No one has gotten to Self Realization by playing pattycake with The Prince of Darkness, or being too timid to confront his agents. No doubt people wonder how I’ve been able to continue as I do without setback or official censure. Maybe I work for the intelligence services? Although that doesn’t explain my penurious condition. Okay, maybe that’s a front but that doesn’t explain my time in prison and other areas of confinement decades ago, for not insubstantial periods of time, or my being harassed decades later and also locked up and facing life in prison. Deep Cover? Sure, it must be that. I must be slated for something high up if they thought to invest that amount of time into me. They better get to it though, I’m not Methuselah.
Now, I know there are yogis with glistening eyes, who speak all kinds of sweet nothings, while demurely accepting all those donations from the mesmerized. I know there are lots of soft spoken neutered house cats from the New Age Movement, who enchant you with all kinds of 99 cents a minute, speech sculptures of pirated wisdoms from yesteryear, now in a form similar to reconstituted orange juice that kicks like an IV jolt of Red Bull once you’ve bought into the magic of belonging and… we all want to belong, badly, don’t we? That is, except for those of us who are less concerned about that and more concerned about going to sleep and forgetting our mission. I know Krishnamurti did an elaborate hair combover that might have embarrassed Donald Trump and he was really mean to his girlfriend over the years as well as generally being an annoying curmudgeon but… people at a distance don’t know about that. They buy the Hollywood version. I’m not any of those guys and I have an imprimatur to do what I do and when the tone of what I do changes it will change. I have already allowed a great deal more Origami to slip into the other blogs. I have a long range game plan, or… let’s say my minder does.
All those heroes we admire from a distance had their private lives and the ones of the moment, who may not be your heroes but who are worshiped by the bedazzled, they have private lives which are routinely whitewashed by those using them as a means to an end and that is the programming of the populace to accept the reality of tinsel and glitter as being valuable and relevant. This is how come people can dance mindlessly to redundant raps about ‘bitches, ho’s, motherfuckers, bling and booty” and all manner of degrading and profane, not to mention the forgetability of the whole medium in general (disposable culture) and think they are hip and intelligent and all about personal rights, including women’s rights and don’t see any disconnect between their egoic view of themselves, somehow unlike the person twerking to character defamations being visited upon them in real time along with the appearance of themselves dancing to “muthafucka, bitches, bling, ho’s” and so forth and so on. Yeah, all the two dimensional cutouts, the clever rappers, the Justin Timberlakes, the Miley Cyrus’s, the vast majority of mind controlled entertainment bots are real happy with their paychecks and a great many of them are really unpleasant people. I’ve moved among them. I’ve moved among most classes of people. I’ve met some good guys and some bad guys, some nice ladies and some not so nice, some awake and aware people and many who are deep asleep. I’ve met smart people and stupid people.
I’ve been reckless and undisciplined and I’ve also been circumspect and quite disciplined. Like you, I’m a work in progress, devoted to becoming a better person. We all make mistakes on the way. It amuses me and- once again, there’s that irony- people like myself and possibly people like yourselves, people have a hard time forgiving us and in retrospect, our actual crimes were no big deal at all. In some cases the events took place for no other reason than to expose this propensity in those so offended, sparing us a longer term of interaction with people who would certainly turn on us further up the road. Yeah, people find it real hard to forgive us for incidental social improprieties but they can grant all kinds of latitude to monsters who are not only capable of anything but have noticeably performed terrible outrages on large numbers of people. I’d say it’s a matter of degrees but that probably doesn’t compute with people whose false front egos got a few scuffs and abrasions.
Some of us are meant to be sweet and light and no doubt there’s an audience for that and some of us are more fiery and that’s how we are. Some of us can have a sensitive touch and also a more unyielding side. We’re all complex studies in this complex world. Some of us are trying to improve but change is not easy, especially when you’ve gotten down to your last remaining shortcomings that really don’t want to depart and who, momentarily, have big planets on their side in defense of their term of occupancy. It’s a given that we will rub some people the wrong way as we pass through their lives… in our lives. Especially if our presentations are controversial, we’re going to run into opposition here and there. The important thing is whether we learn from our mistakes, if they happen to be mistakes …and make the necessary adjustments. We are not permitted to go back and change or erase our movements. As Omar Khayyam said, “The moving finger having writ moves on and not all your piety can lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.”
Every man and woman of note has a secret life of shame. Sometimes it is not so secret but… in the end, we are judged by the aggregate of the good and bad we have done and also the sequence of their occurrence, whether it was good that followed in the wake of past mistakes or the reverse. We are judged by the positive and or negative impact we have had in life and upon our fellows and there is another judgment that depends on whether we were ignorant or knew full well but just kept right on at it. The sins we commit as children, metaphorically speaking, are viewed differently than those we commit as adults. I suppose that works out not so badly for those of us who never grew up (grin). Peter Pan? Peter Pan to the white courtesy phone”.
We are what we are until we are something else. We are what we are based on our karma and what we’ve done about it. Most of us, as has always been the case are content to travel the slow evolutionary route that exercises every jot and tittle until they disappear. Some few of us choose to hot-house our evolution and this, necessarily, can result in a sometimes chaotic passage from zone to zone. The degree of suffering can become concentrated as the Karma is being burned up through frenetic activity. We are not all as we appear to be at any given time. Very few of us know ourselves but we are all known, to be sure.
Existence and the architect(s) of existence, the living archetypes and exalted entities of rarefied atmospheres go about their duties with a degree of inflexibility, given that they know all ends and beginnings. They are also indulgent when it comes to the human insistence on having it’s own way. They know how that ends up and what the fires of experience will produce. It’s much the same as a mother and child. The child insists on being able to go out and play, much as we insist on going out into the world and doing our thing. It is a certainty that we will get all soiled and our hearts and possibly our heads, broken. At some point we will be running around, or all tangled up and crying out for our mother. Depending on our degree of repentance and level of awareness realized, she may appear or initiate some transition in circumstance. Lao Tzu advises you stick close to the mother because nothing can be gained by going out and seeking to do your thing but… you can’t tell anyone that. Sometimes life has moved us into places and circumstances from which we cannot depart except with great difficulty. I would love to return to Maui but the means are not there. I was doing fine there until I left but nothing of that remains after all this time. Things change. What we want is well known to the provider and we are nearly always where we are supposed to be. If we’re meant to be elsewhere we will be. I suppose that is where creative visualization comes in (grin). Ah well, we’ll know it when we get there.
Radio broadcast is still up there (grin).