A Weird Little Mammal

... "I think, therefore, that instead of a person having Citizenship, in 3 countries, (without much Zen in ours anymore, mind you), Tearing down our government, looking for change in the couch, maybe Elon, passing the couch change ontu us with "Rebates", Maybe he could help the richest Nation (Us) in the world by given us all "Our" money back, and the other nations his citizenship resides (South Africa and Canada) back theirs... for whatever the heck he did to "Help" them live a modest happy lifestyle, like Warren BThuffet, and the rest of the happy people. Why are most M/Billionares so insecure?

Because, in my opinion Elon Musk is a great ape... in so many ways, but like many in the public eye, ridicules and teasing, and seemingly naked truths concerning their lack as a human being. Elon the man, yeah he seems a bit arrogant, especially to his engineers, claiming he took their ideas and made them his, without any credit except those internally who saw his proposal win, and they feel they didn't get their "Fairshare", Their Due of the Credit.

As I'm trying to show with this, you can have all the money and respect you are due being shorted on your honorable goals and, because one guy who "wasn't even there" most of the time, reached in and found the best solution. Both sides are right, and wrong, both at the same time, becuase everyone likes to "Tease the Weasle" and pretty much all Lifeforms deemed below them, and if you read that book as a baby toddler with maybe your mom, wife, girl,,,friend."

This post was deleted by the moderator on FaceBook (or someone higher, when talking with my good friend Rick, today while being written to an anti Obama meme, and my attmpted response, may my mistake was because I failed to mention Mark Zucherberg, and give him his due.. he has it - Just Watch the Anime, Chainsaw Man! :) As you may know if you follow me there (god bless you), I am in the process of moving my two FB sites to other platforms ... trying to avoid too much of other people's problems, O.P.P as they say, unfortunately, it's not true IRL, in either way. Problems, Privates, eh, yeah. Now, the edited, finished (for now) version, before I get back to what I was workin' on, cut off at: the elipses Therefore, interestingly, and indulge me here as I talk about myself, I had stomach issues for the first four or so months too, and couldn't hold down my mother's milk (lactose intolerant). This was before the days of formula without lactose ... I threw up so much that no one but my mother wanted to hold me much, and that sparingly because I would throw up on them if recently fed, or be very fussy and cry if not. She said I cried and fussed most of the time, except when she held me to sleep in her arms until she could transfer me into my crib without waking me. The neighborhood ladies accused her of not taking good care of me because I was so emaciated. :(

If not for my mother and her sacrifices done mostly in joy and love, not suffering, except when enduring the criticism of others when she was working her ass off taking care of this weird biological mammal that couldn't drink milk (Like many people, she cared a lot about what other people thought of her), I'd be like one of Jean Harlow's engineer monkeys, who failed to thrive socially with others due to the lack of early emotional attachment (me). I may have even died like some of the more isolated monkeys, at least on the insides.

Admittedly I still struggle, I'm on the autism spectrum with mild Asperger's, and still get too intense emotionally sometimes. My survival instinct was turned up so high, I think the knob broke off. ... The point is, if not for the love, the patience and sacrifice of my mother, I'd probably be a hell of a lot more autistic than I am, and easily angered and irritated. Indeed, sacrifice does not necessarily have to mean suffering ... the stories you tell are the stories you live ;) .... Especially if you keep an eye on future dividends, many of which you don't even know yet and may even be better and more impactful than you ever imagined .... like your beautiful, talented, and oh so interesting son, Boston Thank you Mothers - Thank You Mom you don't know how important your love and care is in these early years, but we are seeing it over and over with the science of human development, and unfortunately, all human discourse. #Womens History Month

 The Cosmic Goo

Sometimes, in fear, 

we cling to things

that are best for us let go,

when all the time,

every thing else here

simply goes with cosmic flow.

What a drag,

What a drag!,

if we've been snagged, 

bagged, and tagged, severely lagged,

from the places we could go!

Situations new, that wait for you, adventures every turn, 

with loops and dives and slippery slides, 

in and outside you. You panic to find a finger hold, but discover it's all goo.

Inside your face, in your brain case is how you deal with outer space, and every place you live with grace, you'll discover something new ... until you join the goo.

Finding True Love

Dear one,

I know you're lacking motivation and you're full of anxiety about your future ... and your present, probably more the present right now. You would know better than I.

You've pulled back a little. You're disconnected, and worn out from the battle. Maybe you're being a bit lazy, depressed, spending your attention on empty distractions, waiting for something to happen, a breakthrough, a change, without doing much of anything to bring it about. Sometimes, taking it too easy just brings hardship. Life will run you over if you don't keep moving.

Maybe the lack of motivation is because it seems the more you do, the more disappointments and trouble you find. So, you fall into a state of learned helplessness and stop trying.

But you can't do that. You can't avoid these things, lifes little disappointments, but instead, need to avoid these ways of thinking. Learn to recover quickly from upsets. Replace them with positive affirmations and search out the silver linings There is much you can do to change outcomes. 

Some things are fun and easy, but it's never easy overall. Some things are tough, a challenge. You've got to engage. Face the disappointments, recover from every one, and have at it again. Steel your resolve, be resilient. and put in the time with focused attention.

You've got to take your lumps and deal with the chumps. You've got to risk failure in every moment of your life, because only by doing that you'll find success. That's how it works. Don't fear failure; fear not trying enough to succeed. Fear giving up.

That's just how it is, scary, even painful sometimes. Life is suffering and struggle. And with our best efforts, we can overcome when it matters most, and bring comfort and joy into this space, where it was withering on the vine before. 

And those little wins along the way will give you strength to feel the confidence and reward of doing something every day, little wins, and the rush of crossing the finish line, improving your time, your performance, your life, as you gather achievements and capabilities... and some pretty wonderful experiences along the way.

 Achievement against a difficult challenge is one of the sweetest moments in life. Seek your sweetest moments.

You do have it in you. I see it all the time, in different moments when your eyes sparkle with a zest for life in whatever it is you're engaged in ... and it's a beautiful thing. 

You are a beautiful thing. You have it in you. Believe that! Especially when things conspire to make you believe that you're not beautiful  and you don't have it in you. You are and you do! 

Engage it, buckle up. and drive it like you own it! ... because you do. And when you do fully, you'll love it! You can handle it. Life is worth every challenge.

May your measure of your joys far outweigh your measure of your sorrows such that you always feel that life is not only worth living, but worth all the joy points for sure. And your joy is in your hands and mind as you learn to find it every where you can.

It is in you. Be a miner for a heart of joy, the gold will come.

All my love to you, my fellow minor. 😉

Love, 

Major Dad

Freedom of Religion, or Freedom from Offense?

 Freedom of religion is not free speech for the non-religious, or when speaking one belief set to another, in any way that offends their religious views. ... This is not free speech.  It's a special entitlement.

Check! Once again, during the outpouring of religious views on Jesus at this time, I am confronting this in speaking to religious people, and holding my views to myself. I don't try to offend, but my knowledge and beliefs seem to offend them.

Sorry, this is hard for the "monkey see, monkey do" in me, and likely all of us. I do better when I think of it as it really is; Freedom from being offended or belittled. That's a pretty good description for what is really going on, but then I hear Freedom of Religion again, and my chimp brain switches in once more and I'm out of true context sharing my views about religion, and primarily the majority religion of my country, Christianity ... because like almost everyone, words and sentences matter to frame a concept, and in most people's thinking the concept of  Freedom of Religion means to them that they get to say and share anything they believe within their religion, uncontested and unquestioned, maybe even offensive and belittling to others.  This is not free speech.  It's a special entitlement.

Yes, I have a religion, or maybe what I should call a concept. One of its primary tenets are the downfalls of organized religions, given all the good in assisting people in their lives that they may do. And many do a lot of good for those who need help.

I believe, as the Bible says, and I've heard many times, that man cannot fully or truly know or understand god, and shouldn't pretend to. We look through the glass darkly, as Wizard Paul put it.... Saul was his real name, pssst! The P stands for Pagan while he was working in Rome, living their ways, and trying to fit in without persecution from them - he adopted the Pagan ways. Paul was his undercover name he used to round up Hebrew followers of Jesus (who got the worst of it I'm sure, being subjects and slaves of Rome), and the Roman Jesus'ites in Rome. He persecuted and took advantage of them ... maybe beat them if they got out of line as he was marching them to Roman Justice.

P replacement for Saul also stands for Pretend. When in Rome ... change your name!

Ahh, you gotta love Paul. I know him, from the stories he told in his writings, and all the ones I've seen and watched, and read, not just of him, but of all humanity. We are all overly saturated with human stories, because the best stories we love are the ones about ourselves and others. Second best, for most, 1st best for me most days, are stories about science and nature that exclude humans, or where we are not the primary topic ... Stories that predate humans, preclude humans, and focus on the earth, animals and minerals and rocks! Oh my! The spirals and stars  in them moving through space, and the overall magic of what is. Like god, it doesn't need to be understood perfectly, and maybe will never be ... and the tenet that you don't need to be perfect, only good and doing your level best. Perfect never gets anything done, because it's already finished. You can be perfect when your dead!

Saul (sorry, I can't maintain the Pretense), wrote some pretty good stuff about organizing a Church around the hearsay he was getting about Jesus from the Christians he was rounding up for pay. At one point, he saw another way to play the game and still make something off of it. His "Vision" of Jesus on the road to Damascus in Syria was a pivot point, and possibly him changing his mind about abusing and hurting people (and profiting from their pain). I've seen his like before. He also claimed revelations such as this Vision for what he wrote in his epistles to the churches... add a P for Prophet.

Paul had never seen or read the Gospels (Pseudepigrapha), since they had yet to be written, and were in are a lot of discrepancies with what he wrote, and Important information therein, that he never addresses. Not one person who wrote anything in the NT knew Jesus in person, unless any of the writings of Peter can be substantiated, most of Peter's epistles have been determined to be pseudepigraphal ... Written as the person, not by the actual person for more gravitas/appeal. This was news to me as well, as a church member, I was astounded to learn that nearly nothing in the New Testament is from anyone who actually knew and walked with Jesus. They are all secondary sources

Believe it or not, Saul was The Wolf in sheep's clothing that came in shortly after Jesus was "gone", just as Jesus said would happen.

Paul, (The P in his fake name here stands for Public image to non Hebrew Romans (Racist Romans in Rome), Persecutor, later Preacher (Profiteer $), and ePistle!), wrote to the churches. His intention was to build the church organization, with monkey lords! A hierarchy of abuse. The so called Gnostic movement abhorred this, as did Jesus, who railed against those in religious power organizations of his time.

Again, Paul was the wolf of whom Jesus spoke. Jesus was never about organizations, and corporations, no monetizing and mass marketing of his words and teachings (somewhat adulterated, and confused, and definitely corrupted by Saul ... err, Paul.

Hence, I don't trust in the arm of the flesh... especially if the meat wagon (scribe/3rd person) writer is in a position to alter words and text to their liking, or add their ideas and interpretations - remember, Saul never read the gospels. Every body likes a better story (or one that leads advantage). The gospels were taken from oral accounts mostly, and possibly an earlier Q-Source which seems to run through the first three "Gospels", all of which third hand accounts, Mark being the earliest.

Scripture at best is a political document for controlling people's behavior in social settings. I know, a very practical view ... just try putting bums in seats with that!

People need magic in their lives! That's a tenet of my beliefs! We need love, approval, help, others, be they many or few. I take few. But love every one, even if only fellow apes on a fantastic spastic, super elastic journey.

I don't know? You tell me. Can I share or say any of that with others under the Title, Freedom of Religion. Did any of it offend you? Are people free from being offended?

Thoughts About Cages

 Nice! I was hauling hay today and thinking about how growing up in the 80s was so much different for kids than growing up is today. I think god blessed those who grew up without the internet. Where you got to see how real people interacted, in person, and it seems we apes were more polite and kind, not knowing so much about everyone's personal opinions and issues. Not that they weren't there. People just somehow knew how gouche it was to tell everyone amd strangers about those things. But I think the web spins them around hard, and the news does too. Did you notice that impartial and unbiased news all but ran away after 1995, as the internet rose, unbiased journalism started to die, and the news

A Life of Folly

 I've known a lot of intelligent and brilliant people during my life so far, both personally and through reading their works and biographies. From scholars, engineers, biologists, programmers, to highly skilled craftsmen, musicians, artists,  and maintenance repair and restoration people 

They share a common trait/vibe, a hard set devotion to learning and discovery, a good head for details and the integration of such, a passion and focus to know deeply the things they find interesting, even addictively so ... Curiousity and the love for the reward of answered questions (even answers to bad questions) and the thrill of newfound mental and physical skills. Many are walking encylopedias for given topics, experts in the field/topic. Yeah, nerds. I love em!

I've attended 9 funerals in the last 2 years, some of which were "Nerds" of which I speak (N-word ethic at play here folks). 

More than once, while hearing the accolades and accomplishments of their life, I felt the pang as the familiar thought would arise along the lines of,  "They were a brilliant and gifted person. What could they have been if they hadn't devoted so much time in their limited life to the folly of illusory ideas and beliefs?"

I know that sounds harsh, since as the philosopher Daniel Dennet says, "There is no polite way to tell a person that they have devoted thier life to a folly.", which I don't, but there it is ... and here it is too, ironically in a book well known for fomenting much of the folly of illusion in some of the people's lives of which I speak.

◄ Ecclesiastes 1 ► New Living Translation

1 These are the words of the Teacher, King David’s son, who ruled in Jerusalem.
2 “Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher, “completely meaningless!”
3 What do people get for all their hard work under the sun? 
4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes <not true actually>. 
5 The sun rises and the sun sets, then hurries around to rise again.
6 The wind blows south, and then turns north. Around and around it goes, blowing in circles. 
7 Rivers run into the sea, but the sea is never full. Then the water returns again to the rivers and flows out again to the sea. 
8 Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.
9 History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new. 
10 Sometimes people say, “Here is something new!” But actually it is old; nothing is ever truly new. 
11 We don’t remember what happened in the past, and in future generations, no one will remember what we are doing now.
12 I, the Teacher, was king of Israel, and I lived in Jerusalem. 
13 I devoted myself to search for understanding and to explore by wisdom everything being done under heaven. I soon discovered that God has dealt a tragic existence to the human race. 
14 I observed everything going on under the sun, and really, it is all meaningless—like chasing the wind.
15 What is wrong cannot be made right.
16 I said to myself, “Look, I am wiser than any of the kings who ruled in Jerusalem before me. I have greater wisdom and knowledge than any of them.” 
17 So I set out to learn everything from wisdom to madness and folly. But I learned firsthand that pursuing all this is like chasing the wind.
18 The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief.

This guy sounds a bit neurotic, and way old, worn out weary and depressed, and if not depressed, totally depressing, but I can relate.

 The truth, as most people wish to accept it, wasnt meant soley to bring comfort, much like life on this planet. If you are seeking comfort here youre chasing a folly. A lot of truth, easily avoided, doesn't serve to make you comfortable. Or as they say, "Ignorance is bliss" ... But only to the ignorant. It's hell to everyone else! 😜 

So as the great teacher says, chasing comfort and happiness, even status through knowledge is a folly.

However, the "redemption" of all of these thoughts is that there are myriad illusions we can use to make life more bearable, usually by magical meanings and vaulted purpose, many with the dream spawned by our overactive survival instincts of living beyond death, some even hope to live forever in some form or another. It's hard to imagine our own demise, and even harder to accept the demise of others whose "presence" continues to resonate in our minds long after they are dead until we are. We carry the dead with us and honor them for their lives and struggles. Heaven is simply a tidy place to put them as they continue to guide us thtough our memories of them. Both my parents are dead. But easily ressurected whenever I consider them, what they would tell me, even imaginary conversations from time to time.

We are meaning machines, blips in time in a potentially meaningless universe. Ultimately, in macro timescale there's no point, no purpose, and no hope. But in our micro timescale, we can only thrive and become actualized individuals (i.e. grown ass mature adults, like Mr. Great Teacher) when there is meaning, purpose, and hope to carry on.

So, to redeem my thoughts about the dead nerds and wierdos I've loved and known, we are all committed to the folly of illusions and unfounded beliefs ... but I think we need them in some ways to thrive in a universe.

And that is what most of these people did in their lives, thrived! Maybe because of thier illusions, or despite them.

My theory is 98 percent of all human endeavor is killing time.

Jerry Seinfeld

Free from the Gilded Cage (Another Vivid Dream)

 Last night I dreamt I was serving a second mission in Dallas Texas for the LDS church. I served there 1982 - 1984 as a missionary, trainer, District Leader, and Zone Leader. All three of my trainees went on to be A.P.s ...Assistant to the President, or Apes, as we liked to call them.  At my release, my mission president shook my hand hard and said he wished he had realized sooner what I great trainer I was since he would have had me doing that my whole mission. I remember being a bit relieved for his delayed ignorance.  And truth told I had a good and patient trainer, made so because he was suffering from colitis and was soon sent home.  This was the perfect environment for me to learn the ropes without being forced into full-on missionary work straight out of the gate.  I was the first new missionary in my incoming group to "Pass Off" on all my scriptures and discussions, mostly due to brother Bill's bad GI, which put him mostly horizontalwith intermittent sitting, which gave me time to get up to speed doing the same reading... sometimes outside our green cinderblock duplex apartment out in the middle of the well-named Plainview, Texas - I unconsciously used that tact whenever I was given a new missionary to open an area (Eastland, Brownsville, and Denton come to mind).

Coincidently, and maybe not so, I was back in Dallas last week doing training for my company at an undisclosable location, and Oh! How the memories of my youth came flooding in again.

Looking at the dream now, awake, and hopefully my senses sober, I was probably something like a mission president, or advisor, train the trainers, etc... The dream was certainly a conflation of  the two events .... So here it is, as best I can recall, my dream:

I was in a big meeting with all the bigwigs, most local, one remote, in a local area conference in the northern suburbs of Dallas, where the swanky people swank it up. Let's just call it somewhere south of Plano toward Farmer's Branch where I lodged last.  I was sitting in the conference with my beautiful girl-friday, my travel assistant. On this fine occasion of verbal drudgery, we were being a little frisky-flirty up in the lower balcony seats, me smelling her neck, she twirling my hair, and we both making goo-goo eyes at each other, sometimes at ourselves, sometimes over what was said, as we listened to the hub blub of blatherers who like to speak far too long about complicated contorted stuff, which is actually, in reality, small and simple stuff really, if you're not too tight butthole over things that don't quite matter (OCD maybe) ... and their continued anxious concerns for looking good on the outside while having a rotten thorn inside them, that they're loathe to pull out, and especially loathe to have it pulled out by others because they were acting like whited sepulchers the J man spoke to, was, may I say, a bit mentally taxing to my chi.  

As the speaker kept speaking and the lectern kept creaking in the amplified mic. And this repeating, as each lecturer took turns at the lectern. The breathers kept breathing their heavy concerns mixed with do or die motivations, and expectations of high perfections, and the weepers cried for lost loves .... Uhhhhg.

In this stream of woes and man yer hoes, keep digging holes, and burying loves lost, I remembered one of my favorite stories as a kid, Aesop I think, of the little mouse that came along and solved a huge problem for what to him would be a horrible beast, by removing a simple thorn from the paw of that very thankful, but fearsome beast.  Being small enough and thus able to get at and remove what it could not. .. And by small things, even simple things are great things brought to pass" ... or at least grateful things.

I always thought of myself, like probably every kid did when hearing the story, as that little mouse... but in my dream, I realized I may also be part of the beast, no being much older, and maybe a fearsome thing.  And of course, as the beast, I'm never going to piddle with a tiny mouse for prey when I've got bigger concerns for my immediate comfort and peace.  Conclusion possible, I may just be the beast here, in this dream.  Now the question is, "Where is my thorn?"  Help me Mouse! ... maybe I need to find the mouse, as the French say at the scene of most crimes of passion, "Cherchez la Femme!"

So on I daydreamed about that story where it led me while muted sounds met my ears.  I zoned out at a zone conference you might say.  But in my reverie and escape, I was pulled back to reality when ... I heard the words "What ever it is that is in you, giving you pain, be brave enough to pull it out."  Still half-dazed I remember looking sideways at her face, with words of concern in my ear ("her" being my assistant in case I lost you), with her left leg draped over my right, and our inner arms loosely around shoulders playing with each other's necks and hairlines, probably looking like some four-legged, two-headed monster.  It was then that I was pulled from my dream within a dream, and pulled from my diversion.  I heard my name, my full name, and title (Rank)

He, the latest speaker, was talking about me now! And looking at me now!   Disgusted a bit it seemed by our PDA.

He said I was being sent back home, and released (fired basically) because I had used the word cunt in my conversation one too many times with the wrong person entirely (CONtext bitch, Context! - words I've been speaking to myself lately to overcome my affliction with jumping tangent without giving enough context for my listeners. and being sometimes woefully misunderstood. lol). 

So I was being kicked out, in public, out of the mission, out of the group, out of my responsibilities, and being sent home early on the reprimand. Probably disfellowshipped or at least dishonored in one way or multiple ways.  I remember thinking, "This is an extreme response. Really!?  Just for calling a rose, a rose?"

After what was a scramble of events of untangling ourselves, like dreams are when panic sets, I calmly stood up, trying not to laugh, be inappropriate as I am sometimes, or say anything I'd regret ... and as I stood, I said, "Thank you for the release. (1) We'll see ya'll on the flipside!"  with nothing but a pleasant grin ... not a finger as implied. 

As I stood up to go, surprised, she took my hand to stand as well. She truly was by my side all the way. This helped immensely as we exited the event gracefully, past open eyes aghast, up the aisle and out the back way, out of the auditorium, and down the elevator to the parking garage, with the city wet waning and a bit windy out the elevator window as told by the motion of the rain droplets on the elevator glass windows as we looked at each other and the city we were sinking into, as cars lit their lights early for the dusking sun. The breeze gently blew into the elevator as the doors opened to the parking garage ... still frisky and both feeling set free from the pain going on in that room, from people who are too afraid to love or admit they might not always be on the right side.  We exited the elevator, stage left, got in our really nice mission car (2021 Nissan Silver Altima, if you're dying to know), that the mission had furnished me. Once in the car and settled, we exited the bowels of the parking garage to join our fellow travelers on the wet, windy, and waning roads. As we exited the out ramp, I lit my lights in a show of solidarity with my fellow travelers. It really wasn't that dark yet. I looked loving at her for her love and support and said thank you for it with my eyes.  I was especially thankful for her understanding. 

We drove home, southwest into the sunset, to our provided digs at Farmer's Branch, which in my minimalist's relative terms were quite swanky.

...Hey, they have outdoor hot tubs AND pools all year round in Texas! ... which means birds flying and perching and carrying on about you as you swim. Heaven! I especially enjoy the crows, and all kinds of corvids, during covid even more, and gained a special interest for that have rudder tails!  ;)  

The cold pool made for some serious Wim Hoffing, if you're into that sort of thing (good for chilling drinks and melons at least)... we moved hotels from La Quinta (haunted house) to Hampton Inn in Farmer's branch because it had better amenities... and I'm all about better amenities - Amen!   
/Tangent....

Arriving back at our digs, we both went to our separate rooms and offices, each seeking to pack quickly what was most dear and needed to get out of town as told.  This was our new mission now, together, to get away before they told us just where to go and how to do it. I was being released, right? Then I'm outta here - don't need ta tell me twice!

The last thing I remember was my phone ringing as I was rushing to pack everything I valued and putting the annoying number of my superior on block.  As we were almost out of our now past digs, there was a knock on the door and more commotion that I won't get into now ... 

As you're probably wanting to know, we managed to avoid more of the yammering hoopla and their desire to settle my fate for speaking bad words to talk about good things.  Yeah. We got away!

That's when my alarm went off or I noticed it going off.  My phone alarm didn't wake me because it was in the dream.  Actually, the dream ended when I heard my son yelling and pounding the wall from his room, "Turn off your alarm!"  ... It goes off at 6 AM.  lol

As I pondered it more, this morning, and now fully awake, it had meaning for me, deep spiritual-sauce kind of stuff.

You see, for me, AWAKE, the simple problem with the religion of my youth, that could be solved so elegantly is for them to pull out the thorn of bigotry and disapproval they hold toward other people not living in accordance with their set ways (and yeah, I'm talking about human sexuality, and homosexuality specifically here since as you may know, my father was such and held the tortured heart of a beautiful man trying to live in a cage that didn't fit him ... but anything goes as far as what is causing you pain.  Whatever it is, I say, "Release It!" ... or at least have it checked. :)  We need more people at peace in this crazy world right now.

Yeah,, sure it will still hurt to step on the wound, touch it, have it touched, or poked, or have any pressure applied, but with time it will heal if you can learn to tolerate the discomfort enough (I broke 3 ribs, and cracked 3 this past summer as I racked my rib cage and collapsed lung being stoo-ped). 

 Maybe most progress from pain, and away from it can be had with just a simple change of heart (policies and how it is spoken about out loud) and a lot more kindness and understanding, just like their savior showed.

And if you really, by definition, cannot feel empathy for the thorn, or those carrying it, at least show compassion.  Maybe just some silence and some serving, with peace upon you and in you ... but you can't have that carrying thorns yourself. 

Maybe we/they really don't even need to talk about it, and it's simply a distraction from other things that REALLY matter RIGHT now in our shared world and universe, "each another's audience, outside the gilded cage." (2)

You may be somewhere else, spinning around something else, but like everything, the same principles apply to very different things. If you are experiencing pain from something, anything at all, pull it out, get rid of it, disinfect the wound and expect some healing ... which means more pain usually.

But have faith that you can heal, eventually.  My dream was about healing.  And if you can't do it yourself, I pray that you have a little mousey friend in this world who can help you get it out - any way you need to have it extracted, so that your soul can be at peace again, and you can regain the flow and calm of the Wu-Wei.

I've said before, I did not leave my religion, I graduated from it. And god bless my Alma Matter, my SPirit Mother, the cradle of my soul.

I can't wait to have another dream about our further travels home together, where ever we call that. At least I hope to dream of it again. I still remember her face - vividly, and she is no one I know or have known (maybe a weird amalgamation). 

I hope to see what happens next in my dream, this particular dream.

... and I sure hope it includes the word cunt! 

Sorry, but I really cunt help it.  :D (3)

Peace be with you my friends and family, in whatever adventure you are presently in.
If I know you, ICU, and you have my <3, always. 
And if not that, I can always get away fast into the cold and the darkness, down a deep dark hole of isolation, where I best find my chi ... I AM a Water Rabbit, sometimes a Jack one too. ;)

Comments welcome.

NOTES:
(1) See my recent blog titled, I Release You, for the tangential reference.

(2) A line from one of my favorite Rush songs which highlights a concept my son recently showed me in another light with his woodshop project he'd done. He selected the simple word Sonder, which was CNC'ed on to an alder placard. I helped him finish it in the garage and gave him access to all my art tools.  It was beautiful naked and turned out beautiful dresses, and a word that helped me immensely in reiteration of the concept that my bad habit of improperly applying the idea of the "Theory of Mind", which higher intelligences, such as ourselves, surely, possess ... me often getting it wrong and making it worse. 

Sonder  n.  the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own, populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, and ways of interpreting and thinking about a shared environment ... Nov 16, 2021 ~ Uploaded by Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows (edited).

(3) Pussy, twat, privates, verginer, pusk'ette, crotch lips, 1-2-3 lock box, vaginal region, etc. :P