Inside My Favorite Restaurant

Where they serve up Tarkari, Brown rice, Roti, Salad with the great sweet onion dressing, and a 9 bean soup.
Which was my birthday dinner. Downed with a lovely orange mango juice.

Breaking the Law

Eight years ago I did something illegal on purpose.
Actually, it was impulsive and ALSO premeditated.
And I had an accomplice, with a getaway car.

So, I enacted my plan.

We set out around midnight, with several shopping bags in the car... all empty and neatly folded.

My city has a real hard-on for tulips. They are planted everywhere in big clumps and bunches... paid for with tax money. Oh, and did I say everywhere? No, they are not planted anywhere in the city where there is poverty.

So the ghetto has no community center, but the yuppies have 3 million tulips to greet them everywhere they go in the Springtime.

So these tulips bloom right in time for my birthday right? and 8 years ago it was my golden birthday, right?

Well, I figured the city owed me, for my golden birthday, at least a thousand tulips.

And I set about collecting them.

Now, see, we did not take them all, we only cleaned up the edges, took a few from each bed... hard to miss a thousand amongst the millions. Our careful pruning took at least a couple of hours.... Actually I did all the picking, my paranoid friend was the lookout.

Stuffing hundreds of tulips into brown paper grocery sacks, I was a vandal...a deviant. I was Spring personified, at midnight.

And when we returned, I had my house, on the lake, that I could not afford, with the AMAZING view... Filled with fresh tulips.
I mean I had every jar cup vase and basin overflowing with color. Everywhere I turned were tulips... all different kinds.

I have never done it since that one time. I guess i got it all out of my system, but good.

But, in 50 years, when I have lost my sight and hearing... Rocking on my porch somewhere, I can remember the day i had the house filled with tulips for my birthday.

BUMPER STICKER:

So God Speaks Through Burning Bushes?
Then Let's Set Bush On Fire And See What God Has To Say.

Enjoy the Day

Sunny Day, Empty Brain

Today I am emptying my brain for you:

Have you heard much about superstring theory?
If I were not dyslexic, I would be a physicist I think. I find
physics quantum physics to be fascinating information.

I wish I could speak on it today for you, but I have such a hard time
wrapping my brain around it, that I doubt that I could convey.
One thing I can say about superstring theory is that it seems to be
the new religion of science.
Albert Einstein loved God, did you know that?
His theory of everything was basically this new string theory that has
since been transmogrified into SuperString Theory.

So, in a nutshell, what does it tell us?
A string of pearls or a loaf of sliced bread, that is the image that
you must get into your head. Multiple units that are the same in
succession. Now, you are a pearl, you are a slice in the loaf.

But all the other slices are you too. You in the 5th dimension, a
6th dimension You...a different plane of existence, but the same
"you" energy.

In the 10th dimension, you are a breeze, or a budding flower.

So, when you move here, any slight action...your otherselves move as
well in other planes. like a string of pearls moves collectively, so
do your selves.

Now, as you make movement here, your other entities also make
movement. It is not the same movement, but it is a movement that is
linked to your own.

We all have that, a string of pearls, a loaf of bread.

Using this theory, we can see how negative action is causing damage in
many different realms. And that positive kind actions can help more
than the eye can know.

The funny thing is that I have often thought of the loaf of bread
analogy, as a young adult, I theorized that the entirety of me, was
not just limited to what is contained within this body.

I could sense there was more to it.

With supertring theory, the world is becoming less tangled. I think
it is close to being proven too.

So if we connect here someday,
your breeze will sweep past my clear pool of water, or my honeybee may
sit within your flower in those alternate realities.

Do you see? Everything is connected. My mother was right! She
always said, "It is all relative"

Now, if my honeybee flew on your breeze to your flower floating in my
pool of water, that would be what? The universe folding on itself?

What if you were holding my hand by the shore on a cool night and
reached into my pool to pluck your flower and hand my secret bee to
me?
If the breeze splashed my face while you did it, would we be micro
managing our existence?

Sorry, that was a riddle wrapped in a waffle and smothered in apricot syrup.

Instructions on Destiny

So I am at this week long group camp-out over the Summer Solstice right? At Eagle Cave.

And one of the "workshops" offered is a guided meditation.

Following is a relation of my guided vision:



We all sit in on the ground outside in the summer air. A hippie pagan woman is walking around us; leg hair swaying with the breeze... And she is instructing us to close our eyes, get comfy and start walking within our minds on the path to our own true destinies. We are walking on a path until we come across what our true purpose in life is.

We are walking,... she says.... and we are finding it, and we are knowing it, and it is revealing itself to us.

Us???
(I am still walking)

I am still walking when she tells everyone to start to turn back and head for the point at which they began. I am still walking when she tells people it is Ok to begin to open their eyes.

"Hey wait a minute..." I think to myself... "I am STILL walking!!!"

I am walking up a steep incline now, and the walking is difficult, and I feel inadequate because I have not had my vision yet, and others are beginning to chat, and are waiting for me I kind of imagine.

But I continue to walk...

Until I reach the literal end of the road.

Seriously, I am on a high cliff, at the peak of a mountain, and there is little room for anything else at the tip of the precipice, except for me, as I stand frustrated.

"Where is my destiny?" I wonder... "What is my true purpose?"

I have been walking and walking and now there is nowhere else to go.

I see the tops of trees, and in the night sky, I see the moon.

As I look to the moon, wondering... "What now?"

It begins to come closer to me... "The moon is moving!", I think to myself.

And as it gets closer and closer, I notice that it catches up the night sky.

The night sky is a pupil, the moon is the glint of light in the pupil and the sky itself is contained by the iris of an ENORMOUS GIGANTIC
eyeball.

"I been walking all this time", I start to babble, "and everyone else has a vision already" I say, my face hot now. "And I am stopped, and have no idea what to do"... I feel like crying....

The giant eye was looking me in the eye. I was a silhouette in the glint of the eye that was the moon in the night sky of my vision

A wind comes then and an indescribable voice that vibrated in my bones and blood... it shook me... said:

"USE .....YOUR..... VOICE!!!!!"

and then I opened my eyes.