Monday

It's Monday, and last night I had a Motorcycle Zen dream where I woke up in this strange place with long hallways and shocked people telling me to return to my room because I needed to return to sleep; however, I knew for the first time in my life, I was awake, and they knew it too, and the yin and yang of it is that awake is the dream part.

This theory came big again after the Matrix movie, where it is theorized that we are all in some kind of zombie sleep hooked to a giant Main Frame of life.   Reality is not true, it is a game and we are never awake to know this.  Life is a big sleep.

The Buddhist monks have known this for years and so we meditate.  For me, there is that moment when all there is is the air that I breathe.  At that point, I know I'm alive, awake, off the matrix. 

So, fully functioning today, I go to my news feed and find this:


A fictional painting of Trump and other Republicans now hangs in the White House.

Really, a painting soon to be seen on a Farm to Market Road along with John Wayne tapestries, ceramic Elvis bust, and Rebel Flags.

No doubt I am still sleeping.  

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If the Republican Painting From White Heaven isn't enough,  Elizabeth Warren had a DNA test and the results are she is about 1/32 Native American.  So, Donald Trump's has disgraced another decent person in a long line in unstaniated lies starting with his calling Jeb Bush an idiot, John McCain a sissy for being captured in battle, and Elizabeth Warren, "Pocahontas" for her Native American clams. 

Yes, I am definitely dreaming.


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