Free diamonds

…Druidism is about the immediate free diamonds always at hand, ever, ever. Ever immediate, ever astonishing. ‘Astonish’ — to strike with thunder, to strike with wonder. you are tender, you are fierce. It burns, it all burns. Grok it. A hummingbird? If a humming bird doesn’t make you want to rip your ear off, have you got a pulse?
…The magnification or glowification, illumination of every thing– more candles, more fireflies, more emerald fire, all the each-leaves that the universe keeps count of every heartbeat; heartbeat, blink, breath.
…Poetry should clarify, illuminate — like walking into a dark room and flicking the light on, here, clear, now, wow; illuminate, document the history of mystery, aha, eureka, jumpin’ jehoshaphat. Yippee. Standing ovation. you applaud. It preens. you notice, you admire, lo! adore! its sheen, it preens.
…A  mobius affection, unhurriedly, happily, without end, befriend each other, you and the grassblades, the dear patient dirt plotting flowers. Watch the dream arrive, thrive.
…It’s a chalice, it’s a palace, relish it, embellish it, revere, treasure it , the pleasure of it, the measureless pleasure of it.

 

 

 

Tools & Jewels


Tools & Jewels

   The Solutions to Human Happiness need to be eclectic, urban, daily. We don't all get to be Thoreau. People who get to go to Paris France will have a stupendous time in Paris France. I want dazzling philosophy and comet-grade psychology for folk who will never get to Paris France. I don't just want peak experiences, I want a peak life, heartbeat by heartbeat, breath by breath, blink by blink.
   If the Flashy Stuff comes your way, hooray. What about all the hours and days in between? This book, Ask Dr. Druid, is about that how. Tools and jewels: in Book 1, we focus on the masterpiece of reality engineering that is your extraordinary ordinary life. In 55 days, you will have a shine of gladness that cannot tarnish or falter.
   To Druids, whole and holy joy has to be portable, immediate, constant, wry, and luscious whether you're in a mansion or a hut, in a storm, musing on a sunny street corner, or doing the dear Damn Dishes.
   Won't I be bored being happy all the time? Well, gee, no. There are as many startling tastes of happiness as there are leaves on trees in forests. Being eclectic–choosing the best from all possible sources–keeps your delight ignited.
    Besides, dear Reader, you're going to need that reservoir of joy to decipher People, their treacheries, lecheries, and sudden kindnesses (Book 2) and to serve Justice (Book 3).
   Press on, regardless.
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You can enter rem states as you're writing. That is,
you write from inside the vision. Or you can wake from the rem state
and write as you slosh in the shallows of the remembered dream/rem sea.
What keeps you from completely surfacing when you rise out of rem is
the silver-fish of a phrase or scene you use as a portal back to the
dream. Scribbling down this silver-fish-phrase can keep the dream from
sliding away into opaque depths. That's why I have my log next to my
pillow and a pencil there too. A pencil writes at any angle so you can
stay pretty asleep or in rem. This cactus piece was a rem vision I had
from semi-waking. I wrote it down as if I were writing a letter to you.

::-::-::
I find myself talking to a cactus. (Since I was a child talking to
trees before I learned that one did not talk about talking to trees,
'talking to' meant 98% 'listening to' trees.) Or in this case, cactus.
This was a proper desert with dramatic hilly ranges of lion-colored
sand. I felt like la petite princesse — well, ok, la princesse tres
rondelette. If I looked thru the earth, I saw the bottoms of kangaroo
feet nearer to my right and less far than at home so tal vez or perhaps
this immense sand sea was In America del Sur?

The cactus was not a
candelabra of my beloved saguaros, but one cylinder about 6 ft tall. It
spoke by imprinting me with oneiroglyphs, as trees speak. It was
reminding me, not meanly but with cactus-spine-sharp irony, that I had
had a “stupid prejudice to the leafy and needled” when I was younger.
That I had come “noticeably” late to the devotion to succulents and
cacti. That I had even said roughshoddedly that iceplants had “fat
leaves.” Being chastised teasingly by a cactus leaves you helpless with
abashed hilarity.

Cactus was very old but young at pith. The real
rootnets, it was saying, are the in-the-dirt antennae of the flowering
plants, the trees, the tomato plants, the corn stalks, the jungle
vines, ++. It tuned something in my daedalus or central brain matrix so
I could hear the hum/purr of their gossip + palaver with the bottoms of
my feet. It saw me not as I see my own body, but, instead of 'skin,' as
a swirling of 3D animated 'tattoos' of all the experiences which
inhabit me. Cactus was +very+ caustic about the “care-less-ness of your
species-ilk.” It was vexxxed. “We don't mind you. We don't mind the
squirrels and the rabbits either. But if you listened more with the
ears of, the screens of your feet, you'd learn to be less noisy.” In this tone, we took trez cool tour thru the filigree of the world's roots.

I had 'feelings' in my feet, not head nor heart nor gut. I also felt
the pulse of my blood in my feet — my feet beating, like small drums
speaking to other feet? I felt feet-bottoms to feet-bottoms with the
kangaroos. A new glot, feet-bottom-glot, or language to learn. Ham
dumble. 

I've been looking lately at some spectacular
altiplano desert picts of Bolivia by Gerhard Hudepohl.  I'm obsessed
with the Green Evolution. And with teaching tele + oneiroportation to
cut down on fossil-fuel combustions.

Re-start scribbling down your visions either as you drift to rem or as you return from rem. You are a rem reporter.
::-::-::-::
Notes:
..rem
.. I use rem as a general term for the imaginative states of vision and
nightdream. I see all our experiences as dreams along a spectrum of
kinesthetic persistence. So what you tend to refer to as your 'daily
life' would have great stretches of K1 or the first level of
kinesthetic persistence. The continents of the geography of your
experience. There are many stretches of dreamy or drifting
semi-perception thru your day which are the lacunae (little lakes) or
unkickable parts of your experience. (People are are proving that
matter exists by kicking the boulder and saying “Ouch!”)
..le petit prince , from the book by St. Exupery, spends much of his
time alone with his single rose. The joke here is that I feel my self
in this vision like the little prince, but a girl, and because I'm
chubby rondolette rather than petit or little. Tres (tray) means very
in French & my franglais or fractured French for that is often trez
— also a small droll because in the proper french you leave off the
“s” sound unless the next word starts with a vowel. Thus the French
would never say Trez droll, but it amuses me.
..suguaro is pronounced soo-whar-oh.
..oneiroglyphs .. 3D glyphs from oneiro or dreams; cf hieroglyphs made into scenes.
..daedalus bridge .. It's fun to re-ember the firefly-fraught
tale of Icarus & Daedalus. Now nobody has ever done psychology like
the Greeks. Well, they invented the word psychology too after all. (Jung called
astrology the accumulated wisdom of the ancients.) Daedalus &
Icarus are captured on some dullsville island. Daedalus, the master
craftsman, talks to them local bees and uses their wax plus the feathers of
cormorants and makes fine wings for him & Icarus. Daedalus extols
the middle way — not too high or the sun will melt the wax, the
structure of your dear wings, or too low lest the curling crests of
waves catch you in their idly tricksy grasps. Oh well we all know that
Icarus flew too high, wings melted, fell into sea. Daedalus, however
made it to the mainland. Hurray for, say, sensible madness. I like to use his name as the master craftsman to honor the
the corpus callosum, the middle of the joined-brain, the daedalus
bridge, the powerful middle way, as it were — the wings-crafting place
where the brain joins all its forces in a rhapsody, a woven song.

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Ask Dr. Druid . Hypermiling Advances . Day 49





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    Astonished weren't you to notice how
thoughtlessly and/or belligerently people drive?
    I still reel when I realize that
hurtle-&-brake and jack-rabbit starting, & the full-monty of
aggressive driving saves you, if at all, 75 seconds per ½ hour of
nutville rage-ridden more dangerous driving.
    Let's get into some weeds here. The
devil and the eco-driver (the smart hypermiler) is in the details. I
am not an Xtreme Hypermiler. I don't draft off semis. Wayne Gerdis,
the perhaps mad Ty Cobb of Xtreme Hypermilers drafts off the Big
Trucks. Any momentum he has 'bought' with irreplaceable,
precious dead-dinosaur fuel, he will fight to use rather than waste.
Thus he takes freeway offramps at an horrific speed so as not to lose
the gained-momentum from the straightaway. (I do the opposite because
I'm so respectful of the car's underpinings.)
    However, there are just being-alerts
that can make you smoother. Just like all other attention, you check
near, medium, far, high, low, peripheral. The light turns red, foot
off the gas for the Most Skillful Landing. Leave your one car length
between you & the car in front of you for the Most Skillful
Takeoff.
    Smart Landing is easier to gauge once
you have the trick than Smart Takeoff. Ideally, if we all left the
one-car's length between our vehicles at a stoplight, when the light
turns green, all of us could begin to gently roll at once.
Until that blessed day, you need to look at the car in front of the
car directly in front of you. When you see that car twitch, if
you're in an automatic, you can take your foot off the brake and
begin your smooth and gentle takeoff. This smooth takeoff is why you left the
extra room – so you don't have to wait til the car in front of you
gets far enough away to allow your start with enough room left to
stop again if you must.
    It is thoughtful to pull over to the
more middle white-line of your lane so a car who's turning left, say,
has room to comfortably pass you while you're idly near a light. As I
drive toward a light I didn't see turn green, I have to decide if
it's a stale green. If I come around a corner and the light is red, I
notice if the turners in the turn lanes are still turning. I notice
if pedestrians are crossing. Collect details that will make you a yet
more skillful hypermiler.

     Roll roll roll your car Gently down
the street, Merrily merrily merrily, Life is such a treat.
-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-
Notes: I was shocked this morning when I got the gasoline and with my good tire gauge discovered that all of my tires were significantly low in air. I had air at the 35 lb high end of my tires' range when I got my oil changed about 4 1/2 months ago. I have committed to check the air in my tires once a month now + forever.
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Ask Dr. Druid . Hypermiling vs Hyperdorking . Day 48



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Hypermiling
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    Hurray. A
daily chance to practice your best deft attention skills and come to
the rescue of your beloved & beleaguered planet at the same time.
What a deal.
    Hypermiling is smart eco-driving. As
with most skills, it will take a day or a week and a lifetime to Get
Good. Send Inner Perf to Fiji for mas grog The basic of Hypermiling
is that you evolve from a leadfoot to a sugarfoot . With accomplished
hypermiling, you'll be hypersmiling all the way to the Make the
Planet Happier And Be Less of a Mindless Wasteful Boor Bank.
    30 years ago, when I was still a huge
baseball fan, I did a spate of listening to the radio. There was a
gent who did segments on random interesting stuff. In one segment, he
told us out in RadioLand that if each driver who stopped at a light left
one car length between them and the car in front of them, when the
light turned green, the entire line could gently roll at once, and
traffic movement, traffic flow, would be greatly more pleasant &
efficient.
    Roy Harrigan from Dorset, Vermont was
a childhood friend of my first husband, M.Fay. Harrigan was a lunatic
genius. He invented a 300 mph submarine. He shot rats thru the walls
with the Luger he kept to the right of the spoons by his placemat at
dinner. He declared that terrified deer tasted better than killed
calm deer. I saw the Luger routine myself while eating venison at his
house. Roy was seriously nuts.
    Shaefe Satterthwaite from Tenafly New
Jersey was an ecologist in 1966 before there were ecologists. He gave
me Star, a prize milking goat, for my wedding. There's the memorable
pict of me in my wedding dress milking the goat because no one else
knew how to milk a goat. (A month later Star escaped from her tether
and was impounded by the police for eating all of the mayor of
Manchester Vermont's prize peonies the week before the annual Garden
Tour.) Satterthwaite drove a Saab which had great gas mileage. He
drove tirelessly up & down the East Coast to obscure meetings
about saving wetlands. Satterthwaite loved his swamps.
   Satterthwaite could read a
topographical map. We'd set off for a hike and it was no nonsense.
He'd lead with his great walking stick and high-laced old hiking
boots. You marched with Satterthwaite.
    I hiked once with Harrigan. It was
charming. He said, “If you kill yourself, you'll only get to the
top of the mountain five minutes sooner.” Holy moly, the hiking
styles were so against the auto-prejudices. It is always in all ways
a treasure hunt, life. You do not know what who or what's gonna toss you
the gold doubloon this day.
    I learned about the deep swamp
patterns of the planet's needs from sweet Satterthwaite. I learned to
travel calmly from loonland Harrigan.
    So whenever I see a redlight, I take
my foot off the accelerator and coast or roll — the most points in
my Secret Driving Game coming from hitting a light rolling.
    If I have to gently stop, I leave the
car's length space or cushion between me and the vehicle in front of
me. Depending on the line, I start to roll or creep when the car(or
two) in front of the car in front of me starts to roll. This allows
me to accelerate smoothly instead of jerkily and obviates dumb
jackrabbiting, a signature move of the hyperdork.
    My most honored stepfather John Porter
was a bit of a Thoreauian. After philosophy at Princeton, he went
farming in Maryland. We were just at the transition from the huge
Percheron farm horses to John Deere, Farmall, and Allis Chalmers
tractors. John Deere tractors were bright green and ponderous.
Farmall were red and reliable. Allis Chalmers were orangey yellow,
zippy, and temperamental. The Allis Chalmers could go 5 mph maybe
while the John Deere could go 2 mph. You cannot imagine how obscenely
expensive tractors were. It's why farmers are 100% always in
major-league debt. I think a big tractor was $20-$30,000. John was
very big on “taking care of the machinery,” on not cowboying
around, of being aware of the effect of gentle turns on the
unromantic but essential underpinnings of a car, a truck, or a
tractor.
    So I knew we made impacts on the
planet. I knew that it was smart to take care of the machinery. And I
knew that aggressive driving would only get you there 5 minutes
sooner. These influences wove to make me a smart, low-impact driver
for forty years. But what I didn't have was a Darn Cool Name for it.
So when I heard of “hypermiling” recently, I was truly tickled. I
now drive smugly along and grin sneerily to myself, “I'm a
hypermiler” and think of bumperstickers like Hypermiling Leads to
Hypersmiling
. Instead of road rage, I have road glee as I get into
the Hypermiling Zone and do my little earnest part for the planet.
    Then dear The Blue sent me an
etherogram with “Hyperdorking” on it! What's the opposite of
smart, eco-driver hypermiling? Hurtle-&-brake, gas-guzzling,
exhaust-spewing stupid hyperdorking.
    After the light turns red, all of the
gas spent still accelerating in order to sit at the light going Zero
mpg is Utterly Wasted. It is twice evilly stupid. That precious gas
is lost to future useful motion. That gas turns to anti-people &
anti-planet toxic emissions for no reason except ignorant and
arrogant hyperdorking. Piffle. These people are a menace.
Anyone who drives so belligerently is in a pathetic lack of
self-esteem and self-confidence. Like all bullies, hyperdorking road
bullies use belligerence instead of brains. As they gun past you
(often in an SUV or a shriek-yellow Hummer), you can now have the
pleasing holler of “Hyperdorking!” to justly condemn their
selfish gigadumbness.
    Your being a hero as a driver, a
hypermiling samurai, means restraint and skill.
    Tomorrow we'll get into more details
of hypermiling and into why I'm not an Xtreme Hypermiler. And,
perhaps, another deliciously righteous anti-hyperdorking rant, or
twain.
    This very day begin to catalog where
you are on the leadfoot/sugarfoot scale of hypermiling vs
hyperdorking. Are you already gliding like a samurai swan through the
hectic traffic, an eco-hero hypermiler? Or are you hurtling &
braking, impatient, stupid, an eco-loser, a vehicular villain, an
hyperdorker? Keep track.
///!!\\\
Notes:
..mas
(mahss) is 'more' in Spanish;
..A
friend & I have been debating between the best 'opposite' of
'leadfoot.' Featherfoot fits the weight feel and is cool, but there's
something so beguiling –sweet?– about sugarfoot.
..Remind
yourself if necessary about Inner Perf on Day 5, Inner Perfectionist
to Fiji;
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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 47 . The How



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    As we study [other] dreams more
assiduously, we can, will, & must speculate with intricate
admiration, desire, rage even about how in all that absurd
ebullience of starry
profusion we take
one step upon a planet, how there is one dragonfly, one piece
of French toast?
    Or more achingly, how in the face of
a million steps and a million dragonflys, we could have any moment
of distress or depression or kill each other for striped cloths?
    The 2nd Ache we'll
address in Bks 2 + 3. For now the glorious stuffness of K1T1, of the
AllElse, its fearful symmetry should electrify our attention.
    As a long distance runner gets her
pulse rate up and her muscles tuned, her endurance honed, your long
distance attention will get easy & toughened.
    Think of the House-Attacking
BlueJay. This don quixote BlueJay tilted furiously at the windows
of Lowell's house for 5 weeks. Why? Because his reflection in the
window was an indefatigable intruder warrior bird. (Talk about projection!
Even Jung's mind would pretzel at this one.)
    No matter how fiercely
Our Bird pecked the hateful intruder in the glass, the hateful
intruder pecked back just as fiercely. No matter how menacingly Our
Bird puffed up his feathers, the prideful intruder puffed up his
terrible feathers igualmente. Brilliant but often dumb evolution
hadn't included 'reflections' in our House-Attacking BlueJay's
instinct vocabulary.
    So, thus, we are always gathering
evidence with our honed attention for its fabulous own fascinating
sake, but also that a case may coalesce so we may grok 'reflections'
or whatever other hidden in plain sight twists of comprehension lie
waiting to eureka us.
    It was only by being persistently
alert that I got the key inescapable evidence for the
multi-dimensional universe decades before it became dimmly glimpsed
by the scientos. When the window glass went elastic for 4 seconds at
403 Hope Street on the southwest side of the house, a 'reflection
aha!' revealed itself: 'Oh my brain is an agency in the collaboration
of the production of “reality.”' Hmmm.  
    So as we get more accustomed to
including muchas kaleids or facets in our increasingly spherical
experience of realities, you'll get as hooked on The How as the rest
of us psioneers.
    As your New Awake gets stabilized
as a plenishing process, a gently & intensely increasingly
illuminated process, boredom will be finito unless you're one of
those loonland nutvilles determined to starve at a smorgasbord.

    As you include your night dreams or
reveries in your comprehension of reality, allow the staggering How
jolt your grokking. The scale of the Mystery will blow through you
like a great wind. The How is a powerful drug. Only take it in the
doses you can just bearly stand. It can knock you rudely on your rump
if you swallow too much of the ocean at once. The How is a very
haunting question.
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..k1 is our basic shared persistence of
the kinesthetic dear day world; t1 is our sort of linear time.
..fearful symmetry is from Blake, the
Most Electrified of All except maybe GM Hopkins. This is no doubt the
greatest poem dreadfully inquiring about The How. Recall that it's
all burning bright.

Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright
In
the forests of the night,
What
immortal hand or eye
Could
frame thy fearful symmetry?
In
what distant deeps or skies
Burnt
the fire of thine eyes?
On
what wings dare he aspire?
What
the hand dare seize the fire?
And
what shoulder, and what art,
Could
twist the sinews of thy heart,
And
when thy heart began to beat,
What
dread hand? and what dread feet?
What
the hammer? what the chain?
In
what furnace was thy brain?
What
the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare
its deadly terrors clasp?
When
the stars threw down their spears,
And
water'd heaven with their tears,
Did
he smile his work to see?
Did
he who made the Lamb
Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright
In
the forests of the night,
What
immortal hand or eye,
Dare
frame thy fearful symmetry?
///
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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 46 . Evil Ain’t Always Bad

 

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 46

Evil Ain’t Always Bad

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    “This is a subject so difficult to talk about that my throat constricts as the words rise into the air. I who have lived with this knowledge for 23 years can hardly breathe to speak. Yes, I have come to tell you that what is evil ain’t always bad.” Belle Z. Babe spoke at the Tribunal as the lidless eyes of the Judges bore their fear, distaste, and fury like crossbows into her heart.

    At once, in the dappled inner glade which was her refuge, Belle Z. turned ruefully to Oak, her friend with the bright dark amber eyes. Like herself, Oak was of the ancient druid line of star-seed who loved the home planet Earth with concentration and glee, diligence, devotion, and somersault joy. The druids knew there was more than one time line, a fact they playfully and reverently portrayed in their intricate and passionate Celtic knots. Lightning is a druid sign because druids zigzag between times.

     While one thread of her experience had Belle Z. in a leg chain, in her glade, Oak put the back of his fingers to her cheek and suspended time with her. It was this ability to dwell in parallel and mobius time lines that gave those of druid blood their air of mystery to the single-sighted. Oak’s eyes were that dark amber struck by a shaft of sun. Not too far hidden under the surface of those lion’s eyes was merriment, mischief, and a daunting ability to concentrate. Oak shrugged, “We knew they weren’t going to like the wider truth being brought into the day light. Stay brave, Belle Z.”

     Back in the Tribunal, with no more apparent time dislocation than a heartbeat, Belle Z.Babe continued. “You didn’t like what Galileo told you either. The transition to an openly multi-dimensional consciousness is going to be rocky, but the costs of living a lie are too tremendous.

    In the most simplistic terms, what is ‘good’ in our Earth density of experience is not the same as what is ‘good’ in our less dense ethereal realm of experience. “Thus ‘evil’ ain’t always bad. Most true evil comes from confusing the layers of consequence between dimensions of experience.”

     Monger, the grim judge sneered at Belle Z., “If you let this evil out of the bottle, Mz. Z.Babe, you cannot contain it. We have kept the multi-dimensional truth from people because they are not ready for it. The danger is too great.”

    Belle Z.Babe shrugged one shoulder, “Monger, I have thought most of my lifetime about that —. It is a staggering concern. But I am convinced now that we must dare the whole truth. “If what is evil earthside is not necessarily evil in the ethereal realms, we must learn and teach how to act ‘fittingly.’ How to act in a way that ‘fits’ the realm of experience we presently dwell in.

     “Imagine for a moment that you and I meet in a dream and you murder me. In the lands of dreams, murder could be a ‘gotcha’ game you and I play. Or it could be symbolic between us of some rotten feelings. But because in the less-dense or ethereal realms where we inhabit dreams and other differently-consequential experiences, we pop right back up, the consequential meaning of murder is different. Therefore the ethics is different.

      “In our beloved earth/solid, relatively sequential-time realm, the consequences of war and pillage, rape, death, and promiscuity are all awful to our sturdy hearts. Yet simultaneously we dwell in levels of experience where such things have little more consequence than our actually being a character in a book we’re reading.”

     Belle Z.Babe looked at Monger’s pale ice-grey eyes directly with her green Celtic eyes and continued, “The kinesthetic intensity and time-duration intensity of Earth experience, as well as the depth and durance of emotions make consequence and responsibility different than in the diaphanous, more plastic realms where experience manifests at the speed of thought.

      “Here in this material masterpiece we have to collaborate with the nature of a stuff which has its own integrity and sturdiness.

     “Our behavior must be appropriate, must fit the space, the place wherein we immediately dwell. We may not bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. By staying primly and sentimentally blind to our multi-level experience, we avoid the complicated responsibility for our whole behavior.”

      In the glade, Oak grinned at Belle Z and said, “The constant aesthetic and ethical many-layered decisions that we hope are increasingly elegant and compelling finally make use of the 90% of that ultimate holographic and multi-D organic Celtic knot, the human brain, which has lain mostly fallow for all these centuries.

     “Of course it’s complicated and terrifying to juggle several time lines and densities in a clear, sound consciousness at once , but it’s complicated and terrifying nowand based on a wrong premise, a false foundation.

     “We must dare to trust the whole truth, to dream well and live fittingly at once.”

      “Deft and apt,” Belle Z.Babe agreed.

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   As we play more fully with dreams, we’ll need to come to terms with many differences amongst Realms & Dimensions which challenge our certainties about science, physics, morality. With the passport to OtherLand, we need to get sturdy and steady lest we be caught in the maelstrom of realitys and ethical dangers. We need to remember where we are and keep our discernment.

    If you feel too dislocated or disturbed by the palettes of new energies, back out, back off. Cleave to K1, our dearest dayhome. Heed your basic obligations. The Worlds can be damned seductive and very mischievous. Restore your balance before further forays. There were good reasons why accesses to these Places were secret. I’m counting on you to be sensible.

    It has been my contention in the Councils of the Worlds that we are better off trusting the whole truth than having people live these truncated, oddly yearning lives. If you aren’t sensible, all the Old Cosmic FuddyDuddys will proclaim, “See, we told you so!”

    Mostly the ‘secrets’ are guarded by most people’s unwillingness to be stir themselves to even a modicum of practice or discipline. They’d rather be entertained like sheep.

    Drugs will catapult you into Realms, but you’ll be at the mercy of Random Madness and wreck your darling brain circuits which should be treasured rather than trashed.    

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   Ask Dr. Druid . Day 45

What’s the Euphemism for Screaming?

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   Next time you hear the phrase 'collateral damage,' I want you to leap up out of your chair and start screaming.

   Too boat-rocking for you? Too impolite? People will question your sanity? Your urbanity?

   You get to scream. The dead are very quiet. Perfectly polite. Perfectly polite are the collaterally damaged. You get to scream the scream they can not.

   Doing what’s right ain’t comfortable, ain’t polite. Solidarity of the living. The civil right to remain unmaimed.  

    Well, if every damn one of us leapt up and started screaming any time we heard some obscene mealy-mouthed insane euphemism like collateral damage, may be we could make a dent in their denial systems that lead to mutilated children – not collateral damage – children mutilated.

   There came a time when you had to say, “No, you can’t say ‘nigger,’ it’s wrong, it’s evil, and I won’t stand for it.” Now many a cocktail party in the early ‘50s was ruined by someone boat-rockingly, impolitely, finally, speaking up, speaking out.

   Living is a civil right. War is the last insane bastion of the double-speakers, the lunatic justifiers. War is state-sanctioned murder. War is state-sanctioned mass murder. Ohmygods, the ‘m’ word! Murder.

    As a planet we must pick a day – 9.5.05 would be good enough. Before that day all of history people were blind, do not blame them. Move on past the past. Til that hour they have an amnesty.

    After that day call it what it is. Killing is killing. Dead is dead. Murder is murder is murder.

   We do this telling of the whole truth now on 9.5. Or some other day, some other year, some other century. The abolition of war can be delayed but it does occur. The sooner, the sooner we can look our species in the mirror and bear it. The abolition of war, the pro-peace world, begins today with you.

 

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     Professor Quetzal said, “We better enlist our readers in the National Child Mutilator Registry campaign. Child Molestation is self-evidently grotesque. Children should be left to cheerful, raucous abandon without fear of being furtively pawed by some cretinous aging drooler.

    “However, one-to-one in seriously sick from the ethical perspective is the Child Mutilator. Until our Leaders and their Fervent Followers, the Killer 12ftTall Lizards in Human Disguise are mellowed, for our own protection we must have a National Child Mutilator Registry. If you have mutilated a child or mafially contracted to have a child mutilated on your behalf, we need to know so we can keep our uninfected cheerful clown children from your virulently contagious influences. At least until we develop the vaccine. Sadly, many of your diseases are hot-airborne. We do not want our delightstruck clown children paralyzed and disfigured by the viro-botulisms of your creeds and greeds.

    “You cry, ‘It’s in a good cause, these wars!’ The mutilation of a child can not be in a good cause, ipso facto. Child molestation is supremely disgusting, but if you can go one boschian rung lower on the ladder of ice down into cold Hell, Child Mutilation is one re-eat your-own-vomit degree of more sickening.

    “At least the Child Molester has to be faced with his own disfigured self-loathing in the mirror every morning when he shaves.”

      The Blue interrupted, “Unless he’s a taliban child molester who never shaves.”

    “Goaaal!” said Salma Nella whose hatred of religiopatrio chest-thumping hypocrisies was ivory – 99.666% pure.

    Quetzal smiled that smile to which Myrth was addicted. For the sake of the joke he had to maintain a deadpan, but with the faintest northernlights of extra glow in the aura around his face and an extra burnish of the mischief in his brown eyes, Quetzal nodded the wry nod.

    “The Child Mutilator wants some anodyne Layers of Denial between him:or:her and the brain-exploding acts they are allowing in their name. The mafia does contract hits so the blood-splatter evidence is on someone else’s cheap suit. But the Mutilated-Children karmic score goes in your column, pilgrim, by not one digit less. A child:mutilation is a child:mutilation is a child:mutilation. You can’t pretty it up unless you’re depraved or insane.

    “If I have to live next door to someone willing to call child-mutilating collateral damage, I want to know. Collateral? Damage?

    “If you in your hometown take a grenade and throw it at a child or mow them down with an M16UziAK47, you go to jail, get battered with outrage and shunning, get wired up in the fry chair and e-lek-tro-cuted. If the mutilated child is exactly the same End, but your Means is a noble son dropping a bomb from 10,000 ft or mowin’ ’em down with the M16UziAK47, you get parades, holidays, and sousa music? You do go to Karmic Jail, and it’s a profound security prison, let me tell you, and that is a faint solace for us. If you had to touch them as they died; if you had to push their wheel chair; if you had to look over their shoulder into the same mirror as them as they have to see every day that they’ll never be pretty again; if you had to sit with them as they watch unmutilated kids play basketball or soccer. The jury that judges you is dead children, pilgrim, mutilated children. Not the protoplasmic jelly in the womb you so luridly defend, but the once-leaping, once-laughing, once-hopscotching whose hullabaloo and delicious lives you spindled, mutilated, folded, and collateralized.”

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 44 . Sherlock Detail at Caffe Museo

 

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 44

Sherlock Detail at Caffe Museo

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    Sherlock Detail, Sherlock Holmes’ cousin thrice-removed, was sitting at the Caffè Museo on <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Third Street in San Francisco. Museums are always a jolt, a lightning bolt. Ms. Detail is a soul mate of Mr. Holmes as well as the great grandchild of Mr. Holmes’ cousin, Daphne Detail. Pursuant to my request my pal Sherlock Detail sent me her notes, her mental graffiti, from how a great detective practices keen observation, deft attention even at lunch. Wake up, smell the roses, & notice/sketch the rest of your surroundings too, as ‘twere.   

    Notice that as you might in Dream Notes,  Sherlock Detail separates her lists with semicolons.

    03.29. 08 Girl, strawberry italian soda backlit; Eating carrot cake w/ pineapple at Caffè Museo sfmoma; SF overcast ; deconstruct the scene as if it were a painting in which I’m immersed, color, form, line, angles, curves, an aesthetic spy.

    Light bounce, where does the highlight hit xyz object; shadows; Near sounds, far sounds, steady still sound, mobile moving sound, note pitches of sounds; Space full, empty, motions quick, slow; are you comfy, warm, cool, cold; pick a character from the scene, make up a story line; re peeps note earrings, shoes, shirts, blouse, jacket; wind in leaves, showy rings, bracelets, watches, hair long, short, curly, straight; materials metal wood, stone, flowers ? Check fartherest distance, medium distance, close, as if you were an artist painting a 4D (inclu time, therefore motion) holopainting;

    15 big splashing pillars of water (splashbergs of water); jukebox skyscraper in (horiz, left to right) middle of fartherest; traffic; large peapod & ½ husked corn objets at counter where one orders; buspersons in grey shirt-jackets collarless; purses, satchels; chair design; table black squares (5 times 8 inches on a side); pepper & salt shakers small with S & P punched in tops; small water glasses =  breakthru! (in conservation of water; necklaces; what are folks drinking? what color of liquid; elbows on table? delicate or hearty eaters; reflections; angles of feet on the floor; posture; eyeglasses;  impressionistic bookpainting  on wall behind me, applied by putty knife look xtremely cool; soaring drama flowers, peonies, strong pink& white “tiger lilies”; peripheral vision; the Way Things Go video of one-time installation in a warehouse worth the trip;

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   Next time you’re hanging out somewhere notice if you notice with the quick lambent pleasure that Sherlock does? Practice. You practice the ‘scales’ of seeing just as the pianist practices the piano. You learn to be shocked by your interaction with your perception. Each detail is a jolt, a surprise, a new or renewed infatuation.

   The techniques and practices of noticing are identical in the dreams of day or the dreams of night. It is a portable bliss.

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Ask Dr. Druid .. Loon E. Bin, Utter Shaman .. day 43

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 43

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    Mr. Bin woke up on planet Earth after a long tho quick journey from the planet Utter, part of the planet flock shepherded by the sun Flut whose rays were song and whose creatures subsisted by songosynthesis, whose blood was ruled by songoglobin, hurray.

    Spice travel (space + time travel) was daily among earthers, but few were not merely at the mischievous mercy of the spice tides, and treated dreams as tangential not essential to their life travels and travails. Most kids, on, say, continent <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />America could ride a bike, but few could surf the dreamsea (the spice sea to the cognoscenti) and fewer were asked at the breakfast table, “How was your night at school?”

    Poetry was the currency on Utter so Loon E. Bin found local customs of value confounding and bizarre.

    The mind of Earth was treacherous and berserk. They slaughtered each other and then, in a world fraught with famine, threw the meat away. Yet one cult honored its god by eating its flesh and drinking its blood.

    “Whew,” thought Loon, “I’m not sure my brainshield can counter this much pulsing radioactivity of gamma madness.”

    Except for the religionridden biped, however, the planet E was so stupendous, captivating, breathtaking that Mr. Bin could not imagine how the biped herds were not simply dazzled and spontaneously combusted of gratitude and creative devotion to constant kindness and delight?

    Mr. Bin was on planet E to do research for SLY. SLY stands for Shamans Love Yaks. There had been  some vivid discussion between the Yak wing and the Mollusk wing of the Utter Shamans. The Mollusk partisans had lobbied for SLAM (Shamans Love Any Mollusk) and were not a mite miffed that the Yak enthusiasts had prevailed. Utter shamans love their quirk.

    Cat. A. Pult was Loon E.’s trust-&-tryst on Utter. He read her note on zmail, her wish to keep him from the desolation and dissolution of loneliness on a planet sweet of scene but harsh of psyche. “Darling Loon E, mon cher, I am aware of  an ocean of gratitude for all the seconds (second by second) of luck which have got me gloriously here; that any second I could have fallen into the rabbit hole of eternity, but my hand or heart was held by a kind of Quasimodo Luck which has guarded and gladdened me.       kisses from she who so misses thou in k1, cat.” Loon E. smiled. Cat always studied the languages and cultures of his SLY destinations so she could weave the feel of Home with the target planet. He like the ‘Quasimodo Luck,’ lumpy, externally misshapen, but internally and even eternally devoted.

    They used zmail (zoom mail) often so that they wouldn’t get intoxicated always by telepathing. It kept them grounded on the target planet. He zipped back, “Cat cherie, I’m not sure I ever will explain to the Earthers about SLY. You grok so seamlessly the sweet irony that shamans love yaks, therefore everyanything because if you can love a yak why not everything else too? I thought the SLAM people had some good points that if you could love a slithy mollusk, you could love everyanything else too. I think they lost on the acronym not the sentiment. SLAM a tad too brusque compared to SLY?

    “I’m looking for some folk who might want some shaman training from a planet like Utter where poetry is a full time job for everyone and we put tasks as necessary sidebars which we do for the common good. Whew is it different here, sweetheart.”

    Loon E. began to muse about the mini-curriculum for dream cuisine. Should they get to choose from a menu? Ambassador? Explorer? Tourist? Better not to start with the responsibilities of Shaman right off? But apprentice shaman was what had drawn his own emerald and topaz devotion. But that was after the assumption of ambassador, explorer, tourist that his Utter world had just taught like eating with your own spoon.

    Hmmm. Learning that you have facets of lives and ways flung among the dimensions could be dislocating for single-plane folk like so many Earthers. He and Cat had met as Ambassadors for Utter. ‘Be an Ambassador for Earth in the Galaxy’ was his first poster that he put up.

    Loon E. Bin, Utter shaman, wondered who would show up?

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Action item – write a mini-story or fable of your own to introduce yourself to how the intradimensional worlds feel to you. Let the fable write you. Your creative self is not awkward with intradimensional travel or study – s/he does it nightly. The trick is to get your linear mind to get that passport and take a gazelle-like leap into the further harbors of your mind. Again as always, allow yourself to feel awkward. Everyone starts art. You just seldom see them in the fawn-awkward stages. Be kind to your mind.

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Notes..

everyanything.. from ee cummings;

Quasimodo..the hunchback of Notre Dame, lumpy, devoted;

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