Reflections in a Petri Dish – June 6, 2023
God Poet Transmitting…….
“Storm Drain Silverfish was sitting in the bath listening to Rick Springfield’s, (I wish that I was) ♫Jessie’s Girl♫. Storm Drain was transgender (in their mind) and Jessie was her Oxy dealer and sexual surrogate, which… kind of made her Jessie’s Girl in a ♫part-time lover♫ sort of way, but they-them was not entirely Jessie’s Girl… Storm Drain wasn’t even a girl so… we don’t know what to call SD either.
Where did the name Storm Drain come from? Use your imagination. Storm Drain was the first (former) grandson and former scion of Alabaster Silverfish… of The New York Silverfish clan… who made their original money in garment bags; having branched into body bags after The Depression hit, they made a mint during the next war, and… are still going strong in the new 20s. Everything comes back around once it gets back around.”
No… that’s another crime thriller that doesn’t need writing. Yes… it’s topical and timely, but… I have better things to do… like stare into space… as if transfixed by some mighty vision… that I might one day share with those getting muscle cramps… sitting before me and waiting. Well… as Rip Van Winkle used to say; “You snooze… you lose.” He’s now the senior partner in the White House law firm of Winken… Blinken… and Nod (that’s The Big Guy)
So! Are we going to have a meltdown in Ukraine or not? Is that enough? Have I fulfilled The Petri Dish necessities? Enough bad humor about things that weren’t funny, to begin with? I wanted to get that out of the way before I got to the important things that don’t grow in a Petri Dish.
You see. The only thing I can do… one person pushed to the margins. The Only thing I can do is use humor. If you laugh at The Devil he will run from you. The one thing The Devil cannot abide is… scorn. Except for Love, that is my only weapon… my only shield. I have to rely on my invisible friends to get me by and around the traps that are set within us, and activated by the enemy below… in our carnal nature.
In this world… everyone gets what they want, AND… they are either in the process of getting and enjoying it… or paying for it in order to do it again. A lot of priests and nuns are what they are by agreement for past excesses. People do time here. It’s what they do to make payments on the times they had at another time.
If you want to dance with The Devil on the carnal plane, you need to provide a body for the demon who enjoys whatever that appetite or desire might be. Then someone has to clean up the mess. Guess who that is?
The World is aflame with Desire. Desire is the agent of God’s Will. It brings about all that you see in its every permutation that is The Material World… made from 3 disparate forces that forever interact to bring form and motion into (and out of) being. People dream and their desire materializes what they were Mooning over. However… lacking Wisdom, and… especially lacking Divine Luminous Wisdom… they do not see… that what they think they want… is not what they want.
So… that accounts for the looks of disappointment on so many faces. You don’t have to go looking for anything. It will all come looking for you. Even the idea that you are looking for something is not your own idea. It’s a mystery is what it is and that is why loving God is the best response to any and every event and condition.
Here is the moral of every story… as it exemplifies the dancing fire… of endless wanting… of temporary personifications in a stage of constant change. Ashes to ashes (consumed by desire) and dust to dust as… the animating life force moves on… through ever more refined vehicles; best case scenario or… in continuous circles of a snake with its tail in its mouth; most likely scenario, or… a sinking lower and lower… on a reversed spiral… downward into darkness; also a possibility.
Sparks of life going round and round and round. Sparks of life on an upward spiral. Sparks of life on a downward spiral. Over the reach of incomprehensible time… where cultures rising and falling are numbered as the grains of sand on a never-ending beach… and forgotten but still resonating. The archetypes… the eternal symbols… create theatrical expressions of life this way, and life that way.
The archetypes change their appearance for The Purpose of Demonstration, but they are the same cosmic forces in different costumes, designed for each age, and we play the designated roles that tell the story for The Watcher and The Witness who is entertained by them. Every star in the sky was once a person in search of itself. Now… having discovered its essential being, it shines with its own self-generating light for the edification of those who pass beneath them.
It is of course… both far more complex and more simple than this, BUT… it is what I have seen on my way through here… to shining worlds beyond description that I know to be real… far more real than this one is. This is a World of Flesh dreaming and Desire… inflaming the flesh with the excitement of anticipated contact.
There is no Past or Future. They are how The Mind compartmentalizes the passage of its mortality from dream to dream in a looping blur to The Moon and back; when seen with The Eyes of Eternity. You are attached and involved or… you are detached and uninvolved… even while you seem to participate in the human condition. It is service… without the expectation of return. This alone takes you out of the Pain-Pleasure dance.
Selfless Service is the finest expression of the art of self-defense. If you give it away… every day… all that comes back on you will be… freedom from attachment to results.
“Drain… Storm Drain… both shaken and stirred.” “So… tell me punk. Do you feel lucky?” Ah, the names we give for the roles we play. The identities that roll out of The Lords of Destiny’s 3-D printer. “The Lord dwells in the heart of all creatures and whirls them round upon the wheel of Maya. Run to him for refuge with all your strength, and peace profound will be yours through His Grace.”
Like toys attached to a mechanism, he spins us through time and space. All our little identities… our temporary faces… living and dying in pursuit of terrestrial ambitions… for Power… Fame… Name… Appetite and Sensation… Desire (like Love) is an Eternal Flame. Not until it is changed to Aspiration can we expect surcease and release. Until then… what goes up must come down. What goes around must come around, and the wreckage from The Storm washes down The Drain.
Sexual Perversity is the human equivalent of guttering Nature… washing down through the portals at the sides of the street. It is the manifest evidence of decadence in the fall of a culture. It is a confusion in the masses… who have lost their way… following the lures to Wolf Trap Cathedral… but… The Good Shepherd knows his own.
As the contemporary poets, Hall and Oates said;
♫Starting all over again is gonna be rough, so rough
But we’re gonna make it
Starting all over as friends is gonna be rough, on us
But we gotta face it
We lost what we had, that’s why it hurt so bad.
It set us back a thousand years.
We’re gonna make it up, though it’s gonna be rough
To erase all the hurt and tears♫
That’s what happens… you know? Men build empires. Women keep score and take scalps. Children play with toys and break them or lose interest. It’s always gotta be something new. Then the empires fall. The scalps turn to dust. The children grow old and the bodies grow cold; back and forth… in and out… up and down… around and around.
Storm Drain follows the bouncing lingam with the hook in it… comes back as the real thing and discovers it was the mockery it wanted in the first place. Well… there’s always next time. Corfu will sink beneath the waves, hopefully at a family reunion… and it will be the 4th of July for everyone else.
Hunter will get his coke back. If they wanted to know whose coke it was… all they have to do is field test everyone who’s been in and out. The traces will still be there. It’s like the time of Nero. So… if Obama was Caligula… and Biden is Nero… who was Claudius? Heh heh… just fooling around.
HOWEVER… one way or another… certain players follow along through all the convolutions of ironic happenstance, and… reoccurrence… that make existence the tightly wrapped and mysterious thing that it is; a riddle… wrapped in a mystery… wrapped in an enigma.
Hopefully, this was not too much of a Byzantium… wrapped in a labyrinth… traveled by a Wiffenpoof; get a grip, Visible… get a grip.
End Transmission…….
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LV wrote:
“You don’t have to go looking for anything. It will all come looking for you.”
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A Wiffenpoof 🙂 Love it!
You have a way with words Les.
Have a nice weekend!
Won’t pretend to understand all of it, but understand enough to know I hope TTS Readers appreciate what they are getting access to here on an almost daily basis, and what the vast majority by default are not getting to read at all.
It used to be that the Best Writers/Wisest Minds generally became acknowledged in their own Time and Place, but this is such a More is Less Culture.
So I hope this small minority that constitutes the TTS Resdership appreciates what they have here.
I mean to say, how often do you come across passages like this so casually –
‘ Every star in the sky was once a person in search of itself. Now… having discovered its essential being, it shines with its own self-generating light for the edification of those who pass beneath them.’
Reading the following, I thought what a great subject for a Triptych Commission/Competition this would be, if this were a New Renaissance and there were such things –
‘Here is the moral of every story… as it exemplifies the dancing fire… of endless wanting… of temporary personifications in a stage of constant change. Ashes to ashes (consumed by desire) and dust to dust as… the animating life force moves on… through ever more refined vehicles; best case scenario or… in continuous circles of a snake with its tail in its mouth; most likely scenario, or… a sinking lower and lower… on a reversed spiral… downward into darkness; also a possibility.’
Les is citing another source here, I should imagine, I should love to know what it is –
“The Lord dwells in the heart of all creatures and whirls them round upon the wheel of Maya. Run to him for refuge with all your strength, and peace profound will be yours through His Grace.”
Eknath Easwaran translation of The Bhagavad Gita (Chapter 18)
There is a very real past and future, the temporal forms of antimatter and matter…
It is the present that contain the human choices representing the self-determination that lands us in the eternities that reside within these antipodal realms.
I should not interfere with people enjoying Les Vis, but it’s still the same for me, perspectives learned in the 1960s especially from LSD users, Rockers, Communists, Revolutionaries in general, and the Kill Whitey movement