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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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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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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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images from ask images

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

This piece will read better for you if you read it
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[Ask Dr. Druid is designed to begin at the beginning. Click here.]

    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.
..The
Greek philosophers had three big questions:
metaphysics/What
is real?
ethics/What
is good?
epistemology/How
do we know?
..The
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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Notes:
..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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paper kite buttrfly, cirrusimage,com

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Ask Dr. Druid, 55 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;

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Clee Fanger, galactic reporter, intrepid

Posted on December 25, 2006 by wendy fleet

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> Clee Fanger, galactic reporter, intrepid

Clee Fanger was the most renowned intergalactic reporter in the InterInfinitys. A rabid and unabashable antitheist, she reported with a pietydar of unrhomboided keenness. Her perspicacity was sweatless, elegant, earnest, and ineluctable. She had a tantalizing gossip column with frequent breaking tids on string theory and dark matter, the 90% of stuff that has got to be there but about which they know the Big Nada.

Clee Fanger grokked down realityade and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “On Vuravura,” she grinned with wild obsidian surmise, “they limit how much realityade you are allowed to grok.

Jeegoo grokkers are flayed, dismayed, betrayed. Because people have amnesia between the dream of the day and the dream of the night, the gate of pearl and the gate of onyx, they are heavy with unnecessary secrets.
“Puisque les gens ont l'amnésie entre le rêve du jour et le rêve de la nuit, la porte de l'onyx et la porte de la perle, ils sont lourds avec des secrets inutiles.
“Porque la gente tiene olvidarse entre el sueño <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />del día y el sueño de la noche, la puerta del onyx y la puerta de la perla, son pesados con secretos innecesarios.

“Everything that wakes on the brilliant Jeegoo is the sun star's extravagant dream, its panpotent light, legerdesun, so tricksy — dirt, water, un poco cunning pattern, the sun the sun, and presto appears the daffodil, the panther, and marmalade.

“So they could and should honor the sun which is the beat of their heart, but they went and got all weird and wan and went inside where their fierceness died.

“Wizards watch the sky and keep the stones, immense, erect. They count the days and measure the shadows. The meager madness of the obedient will ebb, and the abundance of the sun's profligate gifts will be restored in story and in constant celebration.

You'll remember that you are immersed in a glory, a sea of fire. The sun will be sung.”

..for digrif 12.24.06

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Vuravura & Jeegoo are names for Earth;
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pink cliffs, MarkL, gallery 1050;
changing sun, under the sun acts up, istp nasa hot pics;
dancing flares, riti, 9:The Sun;
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Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript

Posted on December 13, 2006 by wendy fleet

Jolly Solstice (or whatever winter holiday floats your boat) to you each.

the google, paulaltobelli

Herein follow my tra la las, vintage + new, for your diversion:

Plunder Wonder 2006 + post-11/7 postscript
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In a sugar plum-colored daze,
May the bounty of days amaze.
The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese,
The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers.
Clowns somersault, salts clown around.
We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels.
Pluck luck from your pudding like plums.
Succumb to plums. Steal style.
Flaunt jauntiness. Hail heartiness.
Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.
Butter is better. More butter is best.

When you feel insane,

Butter your brain.
Pirate the treasure of pleasure.

Happiness happens.
Saddle up, pard, and rope them days,
A hot bath, forgiven wrath.
Club a sandwich, belly up to a sandbar,
Have a fine purple purpose,
Flout and rout pouting.
Ponder wonder.
Remember vermilion, the color of embers.
The gilt lilies frothing the field have no guilt.
Ponder only wonder.

Be harmless and warm, eschew other arms.
Praise the prize of days, the surprise of days.
'Frolic' means 'swift gladness':
May your gladness be quick and tricksy.
Be facile with docility,
Salacious for salad. Prefer tortes to torture. Wreak wreaths, not havoc.
Have more siestas, more snoozes, more muses.
Be kind to your kind.

Under the grime of habit is the original shine,

Polish your time.
As you get old, pick courage, not rage.
The cartography of the heart
Is it a maze or a map?

Perhaps it's better to be polite than right?
Get stunned by fun.
With gusto and lusto, be happy, be sappy.
The solstice, the return of light,
The retreat of night
Shining on us all, the same sun
Makes us one;
Equal under the high and shining sky,
All our hearts are star bright.
The only task is to bask
In the holy glow of the fruited earth.
Linger, watch, admire. Remember.
Be a barnacle to your day.
There's lavender, provender, talent, gallantry,
There's silk, salt, and succotash
Be bold, be brash,
Plunder the days for wonder.
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post-11/7 postscript

After the appalled derisions

With which we watched The Decider’s decisions,

At last this year we surface from the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Sea of Fear

Utterly playful again, like besotted otters;

gastonlebrave

“Hoppy Holidays, as a frog might say,” I scribble daffily,

Drunk sans liquor with glee,

Ah, ahhh, we can tell stupid jokes again, verily.

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At least

Mount Rushmore and dimes are safe

From George’s pipsquawk unsage image,

His flaws so fatal to so many who emptily died

For preemption, that rabid abstraction;

Heinous Cheney is deflated, if not checkmated.

Remember, friends, the useful nostrum,

‘Don’t let the Perfect

Become the enemy of the Good’:

Our dear Demos will lurch and blunder

But the massive hemorrhaging is ceased;

From the baleful rise of the 4^th Reich,

That fathomless fright –

From their full frontal affront,

War as a codpiece,

We are released;

The Shadow, as Jung might have it,

Is revealed so it can be healed.

It is a scrumptious time,

Do savor it!

Mirthfully yours,

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The Lapidary View

Posted on November 29, 2006 by wendy fleet

The Lapidary View

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My dear Colin Wilson, a brilliant surveyor of human possibility, often speaks of the exhilarating ‘hawk’s eye view’ which liberates us to our purposeful strengths. For myself, I have settled upon the Lapidary View. I like to treat everything as if it were a jewel. Or rather more shockedly, sudden, surprised – everything as geode.

The first time I saw a geode, I fainted. The idea that in that apparently dreary rock gleamed this staggering dazzle of crystals like a cave a wizard must live in goaded my heart and brain to permanent agog. I knew at once that the geode was one of these ravishing runes the multiverse loves to spring on you. “Dja get it? Did you get it?” Well, it’d be tough to miss the delectable pagan message of the burning geode. “Everything is jeweled inside, dumbbell, if you crack it open and notice.”

The second factor for sustainable surprise is the necessary separation of the dependable, the trustworthy, the adorable world from the traitorous tho (sometimes often occasionally) interesting realm of people. The world, grokked, cannot be boring – only people and their hideous and petty betrayals, the dread thereof or the breath-taken recovery from.

I am happy to shapeshiftilly fling my perception into the dangerous brute beauty of a hawk, as <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Hopkins might have it, but the littler attention is essential for daily and constant surprise.

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The druid secret is to read all those darn oak leaves, a true unlieable text with their audio book of whispered gossip, zephyr-flung. We are immersed in the 3-D, 10-D runes of the great immersion language of the universe.

I prefer to call the uni-verse, the multi-verse, the many-poem place. This poetical existence, this living devotedly, deftly alert, tigerfirefierce within the daring, darling poem is untarnishable delight. Very merry. One herein lives on dappled glory – you have the companionship of the whole world.

This deep sustenance allows forays into the treacherous Land of People as subjects. (People as objets are a whirl & blur, a fine ballet.) What protects you in this plutonium-fraught people environment is the animist strength of the very dust and the languor of the willow, ever faithful, thy sword obsidian humor, your armor the affection of all your utter pals, like Air who never entertains despair.

The difference between people and the Radiant Daily is that the Radiant is always pure of intent. If it is a sabertooth tiger from the night forest, it may eat you, but it doesn’t deceive you. It is what it is and you can discern it, learn it. People, on the other hand, may pretend to be a lamb when they are really a sabertooth. You pat the soft fleece, sweet and trusting of heart, humming a lullaby, and, crunch, you are become lunch in the sabertooth jaws. You writhe in psychic agony from the slavered pain of unspeakable betrayal.

You say a preserving detachment is unnatural, blasphemous to the normanrockwellian creed of sentimentality, that fraudulent charade we ought in hallmarkian duty parade. Nay, chivalry itself suggested a preserving distance which allowed an amusing artifice to overlay with pearl of poetry the gruesome cruelty that deceit, if they even bother to bother, that the beloveds will otherwise wield. Homo &/or homa deceptiens.

I must hasten to insist that I am the last to allow least of all laud the cynical view. I am daffily baffled at the torrential antics of the human. I am fond but wary.

Being a poeticist takes some heat off the relationship melon. Like a scientist, a poeticist discovers, studies, researches.

So we have the untarnishable searing little joys of the lapidary view and the courteous separation of persons and naïve trust. This existential combination makes for a wildly happy and hilarious life.

The deft attention I refer to in the sustainable surprise part of your perception life is magical in the sense of how many fascinations can be writ on the head of a pin. When you pay deft attention, you are magnemagically drawn to what you see/touch etc. Consider dear Blake’s ‘universe in a grain of sand.’ Consider Borges’ Funes’ stark and ennui-shattering dog named Spot, named Speck, named Spark. Consider the 25 different words for snow that the Eskimos discern. Consider Keats’ wild surmise.

Let’s start with attention itself, this precious elixir that makes you an artist in your life. Attention is a substance. You can send it out to touch apparently external objects in the way that an amoeba sends out a pseudopod or false foot. Next time you are deftly intent in noticing something, observe how your attention caresses the tree trunk or flower petals or kitten or whatever. This zephyr attention or deft attention can be sustained all of your life lucidly waking or lucidly musing or lucidly dreaming. This attention is not quite effortless – it requires just the amount of energy that keeps a butterfly from crashing into the flower it’s landing on. When you know that you can be limitlessly devout to this artistry of appreciation of the non-people world, you can, using Beauty, the 8^th sense, grokkedly gaze upon your life’s scene with “wild surmise” as Keats has Cortez and his men seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time – your heart becomes indigo, glistening, and oceanic.

The aleph immensity and intensity of each ‘grain of geode sand’ ignites a tenderness and wonder that cannot be tarnished unless your inner hohum imbecile sets out perversely and deliberately to poison your experience with petty and putrid cynicism. Cry “Piffle” unto that lowlife thief and have the discipline to remind it that you have not yet begun to see the sea or whatever you’re perusing.

It is very important to me to remind us that, with the slightest practice, this deft attention can be as constant as breathing and as given as breathing. Every darn thing which dwells in the many-poem place wants to preen for you. Masterpiece things like trash and topazes and all else are so used to being ignored by the semi-comatose herd that when someone notices in a lively way, it all wakes up and chatters at you like bright green parrots in the rain forest. Anyone who isn’t an animist just isn’t paying attention. It’s all chortling, clucking, caterwauling, whispering. Oh the sly gossip of the wall and of your dirty dishes.

Certainly the great perception story of all time is Borges’ Funes the Memorious. Funes is shocked that the dog sleeping in the road at 2:15 in the sun-hot afternoon has only one name. It should have a new name at 2:14 pm and at 2:16 pm. It is this Spot Speck Spark dog that makes you sheepish that you thought you’d seen anything and could file it way as ‘seen.’

Deft attention is the Celtic druid secret. Attention is the treasure. You always carry it with you. You are always rich beyond measure.

We can name a few kinds of snow if bestirred, but the Eskimos have twenty-five words for snow because they have seen it more intently and reverently.

You learn to levitate by being besotted with the masterpiece of reality engineering in which you are immersed. You get so pleased and startled that you simply find yourself rising.

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You have touched so many lives and been such a huge part of the success of people’s programs and the Station's national awards. Your dedication and special magic are an inspiration and support to all who come near your amazing teacher’s heart. Mary J.

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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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