Ask Dr. Druid . Day 4 .Ing-ing

Posted on March 14, 2007 by wendy fleet

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 4
Ing-Ing

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Jolly Ing is one of the few elves left in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />New World. You didn’t know there’d ever been any? Well, perhaps you don’t quite know it all after all? Ha. Ha.

Jolly’s brother, Chortle Ing, Esq., Chort, for short, is known far and wide for dancing, romancing, and chancing.

You have that dubious rational look I hate. Yes, I’ve met them myself or I wouldn’t be telling you this tale. They are my zards. Zards are a cross between wizards and bards who teach a lucky few the astonishing joys of Ing. Jolly Ing is 4' 8″ tall, not as portly as Chort, but a stout fellow nonetheless. His face is a glossy beardless chocolate hue, his eyes a dappled forest-glade hazel, his hair as russet as a robin’s breast.

The Ing are a guild of gerund folk who teach that all that exists, from a stone to a clown juggling four balls and a dinner plate, is a verb, nouns being only a convenience of language, not truth. It’s all alive, living, throbbing. I spell this out to appease your Rational Dubious Self. The Ings explain little and show much.

To decide whether I was enough fun to be apprenticed, fluid and druid enough of mind, I had to spend days ing-ing. I had to put i-n-g on every word I thought and said. I-ing am-ing eating chocolat-ing for-ing breakfast-ing. Verb think. More rightly put: verbing thinking.

As much as we might wish for a break, wish to just stand still, we can not. Living is an irrevocable process-ing. The sea ceaselessly sloshes. There is no way out, however persistently we pout. Y’may as well swim.

You feel panic when you first learn the verbing lesson. The wild energy of life blows through you like a hurricane. Jolly Ing taught me how to get into the eye of my own hurricane, to feel the energy but not get blown over. After awhile the energy gets savory and comforting–just as you cannot stop, you also cannot in fact get stuck. You may, and many do, become brilliant at sequential stubbornness and serial sulks, but you actually have to work at it, it is not the universe’s natural modus operandi.

Chortle showed me many of noun think’s evils, or stupid sadnesses as he called them. No plurals or collective nouns actually exist. No plurals or collective nouns actually exist. There are no giraffes — only one giraffe + one giraffe + one giraffe. There are no gooks, no men, no women, no ethnic blurs. Ah, betrayed again by my beloved language. In truth, we must consider each one, one at a time.

Jolly said that language is a splendid and useful tool as long as we do not imagine that it displays the truth. Here he would say to me slyly, poking me annoyingly in the ribs, “How fast you forget, my little turtle dove,” his hazel eyes glinting like a splash of sun off a pool in a forest glade, “Not truth, but true-ing!” He would guffaw. Chort, of course, would chortle. The Ings are certainly bloody exasperating. They did show me though how to feel the heartbeat in each living thing, its pulse, its scent, its flavor. They introduced me to the companionship of the whole world.

It was at first daunting. Heeded, every thing had a story to tell. The world positively chatted, gossiped, jabbered at me. Undrugged by anything but air, I was drunk with stunning sensation, poetic overload. It also all writhed which was shall we say disconcerting. Jolly taught me to steady the writhing to a pleasing shimmer or radiance and to turn the cacophony tuneful. “Blink,” he’d say. Apparently the poets who go mad, stare — forget to blink.

Afraid perhaps that the glory will go away, is a trick, a ruse, a lie. The Big Lie. They try Religion, drugs, drink, anything to pry open the Door to Wonder. Jolly likes to say, “I am a lert–being a lert is all that’s necessary. A lerting.”
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Notes:

As you traverse from a narrower, self-absorbed quantum level of energy to consistently more complex levels of energy, you will have to manage the abun-dance of new and often mischievous energy. As you weave a greater outsight with your insight, you'll have to adjust to running on a higher octane of perception. Say hurray and press on, regardless.
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More Notes: I recommend re-reading Ing-ing once a week as we go along. It will always unfold new delights for you. As you open your 3^rd, 4^th, and 5^th eyes, as it were, the layers of this cake of a story will become more apparent to you.
//I worked with a guy who used enormous quartz crystals and led lights and music. Above the middle of each of his eyebrows you could clearly see the striking development of these 4th & 5th eyes. Of course it sounds bizarre, but we're used to telescopes and microscopes now which would have seemed bizarre and magical to the earlier studiers of realities. People who train and define and refine their exquisite, portable necktop computers oughtn't be trashed until you've tried training, defining, refining.
//My drug of choice is air because I prefer my chemicals to work at my whim rather than have myself at the beck & call of the various tyrannies of the chemicals. Not to say that you couldn't impudently declare that I'm at the whim of 73% dark chocolate, Fage yogurt, Santa Cruz Dark Roast organic peanut butter, Grace Bros Pugliese, and 10 cups of organic darjeeling a day.

//title image, piece of thiebaud lollipops.

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Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29;

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Dr. Druid . Days 2 & 3 . Clues; manypoem place

Posted on March 5, 2007 by wendy fleet

Ask Dr. Druid . Days 2 + 3
Treasure Hunt: clues
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Underlying all of our 66-day adventure is the notion of the treasure hunt. As you practice your turning attention into fascination, everyanything could be a clue. One word and one 30 seconds changed my life utterly. You have to be deftly alert.

In our pursuit of happiness – untarnishable, portable riches, riches you can take with you — we’ll be learning, like breathing, how to learn, how to unclench the mind, how to be willing to be in kindergarten.

So, today, set yourself the general fond task of recognizing that you are in a treasure hunt, that there will always be clues left for you — often in the most unexpected places.

The way I personify the cosmicomic script writers who are writing the Jeegoo, the Vuravura, the Earth play is to recognize Fat E who is often belligerent, moody, cataclysmically bizarre and fascinating. She out-soap-operas any mere mortal imagination. She is exquisite and tasteless at once. My particular cosmipal I dub The Blue, Le Bleu, El Azul. He sends me presents out of the blue. Once I got on to this treasure hunt trick, the clues and the presents were abundant. The Blue is silly and darkly funny.

You’ll find your own strange lifefellows. I can only recommend that you go idiosyncratic. If you rely on the stale-ish archetypes that the Religions invented, you’ll get some amplification from the psychic rut that history has worn by hordes and herds of believers, but you’ll lose the tender and terrifying immediacy of your own cosmic pal.

As to Fat E, she belongs to us all. One of the psyche mistakes many big Religions made was to separate God and the Devil, leaving us all to be secretly profoundly baffled by how ghastly things can get. Could God do that?! And then we have to twist our minds to justify the ways of a rotten God to man. Fat E is clearly mad and brilliant, both beyond comprehension.

Anyhow, put on your treasure-hunt glasses. Break a leg.

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Notes:

‘everyanything’ is from ee cummings;

‘Break a leg’ is the honored, backhanded way to wish luck to superstitious actors who quaver if you wish them luck directly.

Jeegoo & Vuravura are other names for Earth.

Some people have called Fat E, Fate.

One word & one 30 seconds changed my life utterly, butterly, otterly.

‘Justify the ways of God to man’ is Milton & Housman.

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Day 3 .. manypoem place

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On our treasure hunt, it is handy to have poetry eyes. Some people say we live in a universe. I have found where we dwell to be a multiverse. Multi-verse = many-poem. I like to call our multiverse the many-poem-place. Manypoem fits for the artist’s eyes of attention you’ll develop. So, one of your treasure hunt tools is your poetry eyes. You begin to notice the staggering art through which you walk. As you transform your perception self, manypoem’s artistry surrounds and astounds you.

Remember again today to be eclectic, choosing the best from all possible sources. The more you admire, the more treasures you’ll discover. One of the mistakes a lot of my next-age friends make is to prefer nature over man’s works. In addition, say, to being enchanted by gold-bellied finches, I myself am also devoted to ‘hard roads,’ for instance. I grew up about 10 miles of dirt roads out of town on a dairy farm. In January and February the roads turned to red-clay swamp glue. We were all thrilled when the hard roads came in and our cows’ milk didn’t spoil because we were trapped behind road moats of deep sucking mud.

Watch out for the prejudice to the pretty. You may prefer the pretty, even suffer from a sentimental, creeping normanrockwellism, but you can be fascinated by the revolting as well. Bon voyage.

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 1 . Fledgling druids

Posted on February 17, 2007 by wendy fleet

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 1
Fledgling druids

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   Fledgling druids learn only one trick:
everything is interesting. Master druids know only one trick:
everything is fascinating. They inhabit a discipline of extreme
empathy and vulnerability to their pandream experience.
    For teaching purposes, druids
differentiate between People & AllElse. This immense, intense,
immediate, delicate, delighted, & stark druid attention is
practiced at first with AllElse. In Books 2 + 3, we’ll leap into
the vortexes of People and Societies and the untarnishing dreams of
True Affection and of Justice. Here in Book1, we give you a
foundation of the companionship of the whole world, the AllElse, and
the golden key to permanent, dear, & deft astonishment.
    Attention crystallized to
fascination is the method of alchemy. Once you learn that attention
is a substance, you'll begin to touch and taste the world in a
breath-by-breath deft devotion.
   The Wise are always telling you to
be-here-now — well, swell, but few of us have a clue as to how
to be here now; as to how many are the degrees or depths of the
shapes of experience we could have. There’s no point in
being-here-now if your ability to experience is half-blind,
half-deaf, with little startled sense of smell or taste or touch. The
point is to become (ever increasingly) deftly alert. In Ask Dr.
Druid, we give you arts to use to actually practice the shamanic
attentions yourself. You want to be a sage? How about a cinnamon, a
nutmeg, a thyme, a tarragon?
    You’ll learn how to practice
remote viewing in your living room. You’ll get a rheostat installed
that will let you increase the illumination in all your life. Heck
with peak experiences, have a peak life.
    You can of course root around in Ask
Dr. Druid randomly, but the vocabulary will build and later
material gently presupposes earlier experiences. Shamanic, alchemic
druidry isn’t conceptual – it’s experiential. Ask Dr.
Druid is designed to give you portable riches, to set you forth
on the treasure hunt, the concrete pursuit of happiness —
untarnishable, portable riches – riches you can take with
you. Learning like you learned breathing — how to learn, how
to unclench the mind, how to be willing to be in kindergarten.
    Grok is a word that means
to drink understanding deeply in. You’ll learn to grok that you are
immersed in a holo-language, that your very experience itself
is an encompassing language of living runes and hieroglyphs
that in a kind of full-body-&-being braille speaks to you as you
swim through them. Once you get the knack of how the multi-verse –
many-poem-place – speaks to you, you will be transformed
into an exhilaration of delight. Exhilaration of delight will become
your new 'ordinary' state of being.
    You'll grok that your daily life,
the generally-agreed-upon experience I dub day-real, is most usefully
considered a special dream whose signature quality is its apparently
reliable solidity, the persistence of the kinesthetic. This
persistent kinesthetic or sturdy touch quality is K1, the dream most
steady in this quality. We won’t argue here about whether this
description is true or not. For our studies, we’ll act as if this
home realm of your experience is an infra-dream while others, less
dense often, are ultra-dreams.
    Acting with this spectrum of
realities notion allows your ability to multiply and hone
attentions to be exquisitely useful across the whole spectrum of
your experiences. This multi-dimensional vividness is the alchemic
gold. It is the secret recognition that all the great stones of
StoneHenge are geodes.
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Notes:
..A rheostat is a nifty
gizmo which allows you to smoothly increase & decrease the light
in a room. Here you'll get to fill your brain & your heart with
more light.
..A geode is is a very
plain-looking rock which when split open gorgeously reveals a
shockingly dazzling array of often violet crystals.

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Flam Eth Rower, alchemist

Posted on January 29, 2007 by wendy fleet

Flam Eth Rower
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Flam Eth Rower looked up at Balls Bazook after their night of debauch and said, “Welcome back to asteroid 423, Bazook. Maybe I missed you, but probably not, you flot.”

“How’s the Fin de Monde film coming, Flam Eth?” asked Bazook.

Last night when Bazook made asteroid fall, they hadn’t bothered with the niceties of chat but ripped and roared into raunch and debauch.

“Well, Mack is Mr. Vitamin I and the king of wry so we have a chance to steel ourselves to the end o’ the world ordeal.”

Mack Cobber was a famed fin de monde director. He’d demolished worlds aplenty for the delectation of the connoisseurs of heartwrenching self-imposed destruction. Flam Eth Rower was a cosmistar of such fabulous, ubiquitous renown that her little million acre asteroid 423 was one of her few places of possible escape from the burdens of adulation to the blessings of adultery.

As always in Mack Cobber’s productions, there were the crystal moments when the planet-ride participant or participants together could make a change, see a light, save the story. The grueling soap opera truth is that seldom do people make the effort, seize the ingenuity. The planet, Here, where Flam Eth was working these days in the dayreal tangerine section of her tangerine of times was so bursting and ripe with blessings and fascinations that the featherless biped denizens could have wallowed in the sheer muddy joy of it, but instead they usually chose crankiness and belligerence. Or apathy. Or anti-pathy.

Flam Eth was underground on Here. She did sling some dollops of advanced photonic physics and photonic ethics into the zeitgeist, but her life’s Principia on Justice would appear very late in life if not posthumously. Instead she fed observations and assonance back to Mack Cobber. The idea was to give the director fodder for the last possible chances for the Here dwellers to grok the tender truth, to opt for tending rather than rending. To, indeed, turn the other cheek, to break the necessarily endless spiral of revenge, personal or national.

To stoke up on some sublime sloth, Flam Eth had to retreat in remreal to asteroid 423. Few had the combo to the semipermeable membrane of atmosphere which cradled her haven. To the mere telescopes of Here, her asteroid would appear barren and rocky. The semibrane was like a green screen which shielded dayreal vision from piercing into the remreal spectrums. The poor Hereians had some rudimentary science but little and only random psyence.

There wasn’t much drama if people were just hopelessly overwhelmed. Planet productions were all the rage galaxywide and Here was as popular a reality production as had ever hit the ether. Unlike the Hereians’ cinema productions, the Here production itself would never have a disclaimer in the credits saying “No animals were harmed in the making of this production.” The jaded appetites of the ethereal viewer (or sensesucker, as the denizen rights people would have it) required the obliv amnesia drug and the presentation of often horrific plights for the not quite hapless hereians.

Not being utterly heartless, Mack Cobber liked to leave clues like crumbs for little birds, clues that could lead to An Exit, a startling solution. Not all the ethereals were brave enough to live in the skin, as it were. Most of them were cosmically comfy, far from the density and dimension where fire burns the flesh and water can drown. Like the chickenhawks sending kids to a war they wouldn’t fight personally, the ethereals often preferred distant comment fraught with faux conviction. The folk like Balls and Flam Eth who would enter the fray at full risk were rare. It was bloody dangerous over there in K1, the part of the reality spectrum where physical and psychological consequences were between monstrous and marvelous.

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in blurb, www,paulsquire,com

in text, empirecontact,com

fin de monde = end of the world;

k1 = the Here or Earth or VuraVura degree of persistent kinesthetic which we generally experience as dayreal, the sensation of solidity and/or persistence — you need to turn the knob towalk through the door; water is wet, etcet;

remreal = all the other dimensions of density whose physics are often quite different from k1.

vitamin I = vitamin Irony;

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Ask Dr. Druid . prologue . treasure hunt of the magpie

Posted on January 19, 2007 by wendy fleet

Ask Dr. Druid . prologue

The treasure hunt of the magpie

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    A key, a lynchpin to the arts &
sciences of fascinations is the simple grok of rem real and day real.
In the modern West we are generally taught that day experience and
day physics are the properly real and the possible rest of our
experience is pretty much suspect. (The perfectly horrid Siggie Fraud
single-Idedly ruined a century of dream study with his peculiar and
pathological views of the dream realms.)
   For the purposes of our Fascinations
Studies, I recommend attending to and appreciating rem-real and
day-real seamlessly.
   By rem-real I mean all the realms of
experience which are idiosyncratic, unlikely to be repeated, and
which can be observed full of care but cannot usually be domesticated
like day-real. I use ‘rem’ for the rapid eye movements which
often accompany so-called night-dream states. I myself do not
distinguish between day-real and rem-real in terms of value as
experiences. The skills involved in navigating the experiences are
just sometimes different.

   The quality which will translate most
readily between lucid or vivid waking & lucid or vivid dreaming
is fascination. If you have a natural knack for fascination, consider
yourself 4-2-n8 indeed. However, if your ability to be fascinated is
enervated or sporadic or clichéd, there's help at hand.
You can learn more facets of fascination, and the luminous
will rise in your life like a sweet tide of light.
   We’ll cajole
you into being struck
– thunder-struck, dust-struck, spaghetti-struck. A trick for the
fascination juggle is to be struck.
When you learn to poet all your day and rem, you become dazzled in an
intimate and deeply fond way. The reigning druidic assumption is that
it is all a treasure hunt, it is all riveting — thus how
can you see it that way each
heartbeat?
   My life has been
the education of an alchemist. How
do I turn the lead of my stagnant
attention into the gold of fascination? This study of How
Do We Know is called epistemology by the ancient Greeks.
   The magic of
personal experience is in conscious and lively consideration of the
parade in which we are immersed. The midas discovery is the
eclectic trick. The notion of eclectic is choosing the
best from all possible sources. I find that folks are often
clichéd and brand-narrowed in what they find interesting. They tend
to be interested in what their friends are interested in. I recommend
being interested in anything. We'll increase your attention from
interested to fascinated. Be a magpie: notice and collect all shiny
objects.
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Notes:
..I
do these Notes because I remember reading TS Eliot’s big poems and
they’d have these passages of Greek or Latin. I wanted to know what
they meant. I was happy to learn, but had no way to find out
in those days. I like to be able to use idiosyncratic or coined
words, but for the curious reader, it feels fair to give an
occasional explanation fuller or wryer than what one can deduce from
the context. Tidbits for word-nuts, I suppose, and for fellow
thought-weavers.
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Greek philosophers had three big questions:
metaphysics/What
is real?
ethics/What
is good?
epistemology/How
do we know?
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lovely thing about fascination is that you can get drunk on it with
no ill effects.
..enervated
means drained of juice; like champagne with no fizz left.
..A magpie is a crazily curious bird who loves to steal shiny objects to decorate its nest.

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Ask Dr. Druid . intro . deft grok

Posted on January 3, 2007 by wendy fleet

Ask Dr.Druid . intro

to grok or not to grok

This piece will grok better for you

if you read it with your mouth as if out loud.

   In the integration of lucid waking & lucid dreaming, our whole druid shaman approach is about honing attention. Achieving grok. Grok is an extravagant attention, a ‘deeply drinking in’ of an understanding, of a perception.
Amongst our druid shaman premises are that we have a myriad of dreams we inhabit. For practical and beginning purposes, we have rem-real, those night dreams of whatever vividness, and day-real, the more-or-less agreed upon masterpiece of reality engineering that we blandly call ordinary life. By practicing a deft, sustainable attention, a fluid ‘attention zone,’ we can learn to allow all our experiences to become peak, fascinating.
     We’ll cultivate fascination. You can learn to play fascination just as you can learn to play the guitar or play Scrabble or use a recipe.
     Deft is how a butterfly lands on a flower. A drop shot in tennis is deft. A bank shot in pool is deft.
Remember that when we first learn anything, our corrections are awkward. When I first learned to ride a bike, I would way over-correct, over-balance lurchingly from side to side. Eventually I got the bike-riding-balance trick so deftly that I could ride no-hands for miles. Being gloriously and hilariously willing to learn something new is to be willing to be back in kindergarten, to be awkward for awhile without any need for saving face.
     The druid subtext to all our lively curiosity is that Everything is Interesting. This attitude of peak gratitude and peak curiosity is the birthright of every person. I always feel as bold an explorer as Balboa. Or sometimes I feel like a curator in the Cosmic Museum – what I devotedly notice is shinily preserved in eternity. The riches of attention, the treasures of attention are untarnishable marvels.
     Being a druid shaman is about juggling fascinations with abandon. The abandon comes later. The fascination comes first. Every thing has glamour. (We’ve narrowed the word to mean women on magazine covers with expensive make-up.) Glamour is an irresistible inner delectability of any thing. Fascination is making a connection with the tricky, mysterious glamour in each thing.
We’ll pursue a Practical Alchemy, make the Great Arts Unhidden, turn the lead of the unnoticed to the gold of the admired.
     Master druids know only one trick: everything is fascinating. They inhabit a discipline of extreme empathy and vulnerability to their pandream experience. They differentiate between People & AllElse. This immense, intense, immediate, delicate, & stark openness of attention is practiced at first exclusively with AllElse.
Grok on!

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..Ask Dr. Druid acquaints you with the Isle of Avalon, the Island of Apples, that corpus callosum where your brain hemispheres connect and learn collaboration, irony, mischief, magic. In order for this actual physical activation to occur and stabilize, it’s essential that you read the short daily chapters with your mouth as if out loud.. Just like they told you not to in 2^nd grade.
Sentences which will trip you up if you read them racingly with your eyes alone, will bloom like zinnias for you when you read them with your lips & tongue as if out loud. I make the chapters very short so you can afford to take the small extra time to read in this forbidden way.
..pandream..’pan’ is here a prefix meaning ‘all.’ Druids learn that lucid waking & lucid dreaming use the same wonderfull attention skills.
..grok..’grok’ (a drinking
deeply in of understanding)is a necessary Martian word from
Heinlein’s Stranger In A Strange Land, a great though painfully sexist sci fi romp.
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Posted on November 20, 2006 by wendy fleet

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Cavort indeed!

77 qualities of mischievous swift gladness

If you haven’t read the preface to this Cavort Indeed, ZProject Chapter 2, frolic, 1 of 77, it’ll give you a jolly jolt and the premise.

We started there with 'frolic' which at root means swift gladness, an almost unbearable beauty. We folk of good will won the election. So the second of the 77 qualities of swift gladness is cavort. Oh we must cavort. One dictionary has it as prance ostentatiously. Oh yes, we must prance ostentatiously and boisterously. Ebullient are we.

The <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Waste Land was our land, soul-lost, maggot-devoured, shadow-ridden.

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Jung so turgid, so insightfull, had horribly but necessarily told us that we could not hold the next plateau or quantum of consciousness (clearly Al Gore 2000) until we faced and integrated the shadow. Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, Mr. Rove et ilk were the grotesque, boschian apotheosis of our own petty aggrandizements and minor nastinesses. Fat E, the greatest psychologist, puts the riddles to us in sledgehammer-upside-the-side-of-the-head when we are insistently insolent or surly lazy. “Here’s the consequences of the self-indulgent, self-pitying rat-feces-strewn garbage you allow to fester in your psyches. The soap opera throws your own minor slime-moldery into relief so you can notice it at last.”

So in our cavorting so earned, we should eschew hubris. As much as we want them to eat crow, we mustn’t imagine ourselves not also tar-&-featherable to one degree or another. There is no mirror which reveals any of us as pure.

Adored Mr. Keats speaks of the central capacity for art, for living in serious delight, Negative Capability, “that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason–Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.”

So we can in these coming times, it is to be hoped, “without any irritable reaching after fact and reason,” be overcome by Beauty and the cornucopic possibilities of fruitfulness we could create and tend upon our darling Earth.

The 8^th sense, the sense of Beauty. I think Keats means and certainly I mean that groking Beauty is a sense of its own, half celestial, half terrestrial, hallowed, in the forests of the night. We see/imbibe/inhale/guzzle with our 8^th sense, this keen and preened sense of Beauty, the glory of dream and of nightmare that this dear and terrible earth life vouchsafes us. Of all the lives, none is as poignant and flaying as this realm.

Cavorting is a proper gazelling of hope we should perform and indulge this Thanksgiving. You feel tiny green shoots of tender and tentative glee peeking up through the ashes all over the relieved world. Tho there is much too much last-men-dying-for-a-mistake blood to be uselessly spilt, the national hemorrhaging is staunchly staunched and the healing can begin. This is cause for radical joy. Cavort indeed.

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