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You don't want to go there, you just don't. "He was one of God's own prototypes: a high-powered mutant never even considered for mass-production. Too weird to live, too rare to die."- Hunter S. Thompson
November 25

Spiritual Narcissism.

Having spent a fair amount of time starting to get acquainted with the work of philosopher Ken Wilber, I have to say that I definitely agree with the premise of spiritualistic narcissism as he lays it out in his book Boomeritis. We are, many of us, incredibly self-absorbed to an unprecedented level in history, and we have the means to feed and power it.
 
It is an incredibly un-graspable (and ultimately useless) way of being in the eyes of many in the rest of the world. The world of blogging alone gives one pause to reflect upon how elevated we consider our inner thoughts to be.
 
What I am saying is that a huge percentage of those who live above the sustenance/survival level are no more than a pack of spiritually egalitarian, falseley self-important, whiney, weak little fucks.
 
But, even if we suspect that we might be one of these spiritual narcisists, there is a promise of freedom in considering that fact alone. So, there is hope.
October 17

Mysticism article.

Take a look at Nathan Hawkings' intellectual forum "We The Thinking" (www.wethethinkingcom)  This is a new site, still in its beta phase, but it is showing great promise.
 
Nathan was kind enough to provide me with editing services, and you can see the result at the site in my article "The Challenge of Understanding Mysticism.
 
 
July 08

The Boogey Man, Sleep Paralysis, and Joseph Campbell

I am pretty well-acquainted with the facts behind phenomena involving dream experiences, and so on. I am very familiar with sleep paralysis, dream interpretation, and a number of related areas. I will even say that in the case of the most intense effects left behind upon awakening, most things can be analyzed and otherwise accounted for.
 
Two nights ago, though, I got hit hard- hard enough that my rational mind barely squeaked me out of it. Actually, it was more of my general spiritual constitution that got me levelled out.
 
Sparing details, I will say that I felt I was being pinned down in my bed, and I could specifically feel it. It was a male figure (I got the impression it was something impersonating my dad, but not my dad). I could feel three distinct areas where I was being pinned, two of which involved my hands being put into what seemed like firm but rather amateur wrist or finger locks. In my semi conscious state, I overcame and reversed one of the locks, and had hold of one attacking hand with both of mine, in a manner wherby I could have exerted damaging force if I chose, but had the option of simply retaining control, which I did. That's kind of where it ended.
 
  • The worst part of it was the extremely cold, deep , alone feeling it left me with. I had never experienced anything of that intensity. I worked through this by spiritual contemplation. It was as if I were disconnected from the Divine.
  • My wife Vivian and I both felt as if we had "brought something back with us" during travel (we were coming back from Florida, laying over briefly in DC).

I know this sounds completely off the hook, especially if you know me. But, I wouldn't talk about it like this if I didn't feel there was something distinct about the experience.

June 22

Pops and Pneumatics

I missed out on writing about this whole thing where Pops got bit in the butt by a Brown Recluse spider, and ended up in the hospital. They took a 3X3" X 2" deep section of his a$$ out, and hooked some kind of suction pump up to him, including a portable version that died on him. He's back in for leg-to-a$$ skin grafting today. I'll spare the many details, including those on his endless fits about pain.

I am currently working on some music, harnessing my equipment and looking at new possibilities. Very little time, of course. I'm spread thin with work/home/church etc., but that's nothing unusual for a person. I think I have a lawn this year, having put some time in.

June 07

Pops got out of the pokey again....

...maybe for good this time. But a spider bit his a$$, and it was all painful and nasty. While he was gone his AA sponsor and attorney absconded with retainer fees and is not to be found.

Other than that, just rolling through the summer, which is finally $%$# here, yay!

June 06

I love my job.

The place I work is actually being looked at as a basis for a TV sitcom. I'm not kidding. I think a lot of people are convinced their workplace is perfect for a sitcom, but they're usually wrong. My professional evaluation is that this place has all the elements. We'd been saying that for weeks, and all of a sudden an LA screenwriter was talking to my boss, and got real interested. I guess he's coming out.

Today alone would've been an episode. Crap, there's stuff going on right now while I'm writing this! It's bloody unbelievable.

OTA is coming out of the closet after nearly a year, and we're playing at a college amphitheater. These outdoor gigs always have a way of going horribly wrong.

June 03

Time to sweep this place...

I can't believe I let this go since May 11, but that means I have been busier than usual. Where? Everywhere possible, it seems. I do a lot of different things in a day, and sometimes I think I'm not cut out for that, but in the end I guess I am. As much as I adore my job, I'm definitely distracted by the weather, and wanting to stay around the house and do things. I think I'm becoming very boring, but that's not always a bad thing. There's actually quite a few things I could write about, but I'm playing my cards close to the vest for some reason.

 
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