On May 28th in 1882, G.W. Foote published an issue of The Freethinker that would land him in jail for the charges of blasphemy.
He would be the last person prosecuted under this law, of course, the
bullshit prosecutions are still out there, but the names have changed. In May 1881, G. W. Foote began the radical magazine called The Freethinker. In the first issue he wrote: “The Freethinker is an anti-Christian organ, and must therefore be
chiefly aggressive. It will wage relentless war against Superstition in
general, and against Christian Superstition in particular”. Wow,
isn't that something, if the New York Times or any other modern day
publication read by mainstream U.S.A wrote that today there would be
hell to pay. So, G. W. Foote was definitely one hell of a man, in my
humble opinion. His primary writings were parody and satire with weekly Bible cartoons:
In 1882 Foote was charged with blasphemy for having published these biblical cartoons.
Two blasphemy prosecutions were brought against the issues of 28 May
1882. Foote pleaded his case that "religion" was "myth" and for humans
to obtain their humanist potential, we needed to stop following "myths"
-- I paraphrase. Of course, the Christian church controlled everything
then as it does now and so Foote was sentenced to a year in prison. The
good news is that just like all the right-wing laws they try pushing
down our throats today with their radical-right-wing judges, the
prosecution of Foote did nothing to stop progress: The Freethinker is still publishing truth over myth today. So
stay strong people, we're winning and they know it, there will be setbacks, but in the end, Truth will win. Can I get a hallelujah! ~~ Dr TV Boogie
It is the 27th day of May and I am still stunned by the senseless killings of 19 children in a Texas grade school. We all come into this life with a mission, a reason, and when that reason is done so are we. I am not sure what the mission of those kids were, but I am sure they had one and completed it in their short time here. This is why cancer doesn't matter to me, if I still have a reason to live, the cancer will wait. And as I told you before, the blue Buddha came to me in a dream and so I know I am healing and will stay alive as long as I continue my mission. I am chanting each morning that this body which can create a cancer cell, can heel a cancer cell. Therefore, I chant that the recent spots they found on my lungs are smaller than they were the day before, and that they are not cancerous. I then thank the heavenly deities for providing this. I also pray that the medicine king will bring me the knowledge, doctors, cures, etc., that I need. I drink green tea with bitter melon, ginseng, and honey each morning. I also eat raw broccoli and carrots when I have it. The bitter melon is an ancient Chinese cure that a Chinese healer told me about. My body will heal if I have more work to be done here, and I do. I am here to show you how I am surviving cancer through faith and works. The faith I speak of is the Mystic Law which saved my life over a year ago by alarming me to have my lungs checked. I've told you about it before, how while chanting my chest began to hurt which caused me to go to the hospital where they found a cancer spot. It amazed the doctors that I brought it to their attention so early. I had part of my lung removed and have lived another year without cancer. Now, it looks like there are more spots which could be cancerous. I am not sure what I have left, if it is to share with you how my faith has saved me again, or how I know by chanting I am protected and will be here as long as I am needed. Maybe just to share my cure with you, kind reader. The faith I speak of is the Mystic Law. To obtain it all you have to do is chant: Nam Myoho Renge Kyo. Give it a try.
"Hearing you have cancer at 62 isn't as bad as hearing you have it in your 20's or 30's."
I told the doctor this yesterday, as he told me to wait until the next C Scan to see if the spots on my lungs are growing at an alarming pace. An hour before meeting with the doctor I had texted a Cowboy friend of mine that I needed help in buying a handgun. "Why?" he texted back.
We both knew why.
My mom laid in a Hospice bed in my living room for three months dying in a zombie state. I changed her bedpan and wiped the feces off her body. The last words she said to me was, "I am sorry you have to do this for me. It isn't right." Even in her morphine state, she felt shame.
I don't want to end up like that.
That is what was going on in my head when I asked Cowboy Joe to help me buy a gun.
As fate would have it, Mia, another friend texted me shortly after I had gotten home: "Michael is Dead. He shot himself in the head."
I guess the thought of taking my own life was in the ether because of Michael.
Mia was a woman I had dated which turned into a lifelong friendship after we broke up. She had been in a dysfunctional relationship with Michael for over three years. I only heard from her when they were in breakup mode.
She told me how she watched him do it and saw the gap in his head from the gun shot along with his protruding eyes as the life vibrated out his body with a jolt.
I couldn't tell her that the same thought of suicide came across my mind a few hours earlier outside the doctor's office.
I thought about my daughter or ex wife having to identify my exploded head. That would be worse than changing my bedpan.
I guess it will be better to die in a Hospice bed as mom had, if fate so dictates it.
I'm not one to make a mountain out of a molehill, but I have to wonder about the Sun. According to a CNN Science article, "The sun is experiencing a less active phase called 'solar minimum,'" The article goes on to say: "...just like us, it (the Sun) goes through phases and changes. Over time, those
changes in our star have become more predictable. Currently, it's going
through a less activephase, called a solar minimum."
The
sun experiences regular 11-year intervals including energetic peaks of
activity, followed by low points. During the peak, the sun showcases
more sunspots and solar flares. Scientists at NASA say we're currently
in a "Grand Solar Minimum." The last time this occurred was between 1650
and 1715.
Curious
on what the years 1650 to 1715 were about, I researched and found that
those years are known historically as the Age of Louis XIV. Louis ruled
from 1643 to 1715. The most notable events from this time was, war.
According to Wikipedia, France was the leading European power, and it
fought three major wars: the Franco-Dutch War, the War of the League of Augsburg, and the War of the Spanish Succession. There were also two lesser conflicts: the War of Devolution and the War of the Reunions.
War was such a part of the time of Louis XIV that reference books such
as An Encyclopedia of Global Warfare and Civilization by Cathal J. Nolan, write: "Dominated by the ambitions of France's King Louis XIV, Europe in the
years 1650-1715 witnessed a series of wars from which emerged many of
the theories, practices, and technologies that characterize modern
warfare.
Another interesting fact I found was that an outgoing French ambassador compared Trump to Louis XIV by saying that they were both "Unpredictable and uniformed." That ambassador (Gérard Araud) went on to say: “It is the end of an era, the era of neoliberalism. We don’t yet know
what will succeed it,” Araud tweeted at 2 a.m. on the night Trump was
elected. “After Brexit and this election, anything is possible. A world
is collapsing before our eyes. Vertigo.”
Yes, Vertigo, the world of Donald Trump and Louis XIV. Yesterday I told you the world under Dr Donald Trump is a world of chaos,
but I think "Vertigo" is a better way of saying it. What are the other
similarities between Trump and Louis XIV? Take a seat, the similarities
are Vertigo crazy.
Of
all the similarities between Trump and Louis XIV, the most notable are
their egos. Trump says he is the greatest president ever and everyone
before him sucked (no shit, look it up). Louis XIV, not only thought he
was the greatest ruler, but also felt he was the Sun King and so had
the church priest call him one. Which the church happily did just as
the Christians church today happily calls Donald Trump "Gods Handyman (paraphrased)."
Louis XIV loved gold. He had everything around him plastered in it:
Hall of Mirrors, Palace of Versailles.
Trump hotels are usually gold, well, fake gold, but still, gold:
Trump’s triplex is a marble-and-onyx-covered ode to Versailles that he
calls “comfortable modernism.” It is a $100 million penthouse that sits
atop the Trump Tower on Manhattan’s 5th Avenue. (Scott Frances/Otto)
Finally, from Odyssey Magazine: Louis XIV was known for his aggressive nature
throughout his reign. He engaged France in wars that many historians
look back on as unnecessary, and his foreign policy was less than
forgiving. During the 1680s, Louis XIV generated public hostility,
creating tension and stunting growth among France's rigid class
system.
In a visit to New York's Trump Tower,
one is easily amazed at the grandeur of Donald's shrine to himself. The
entire building sparkles, and overwhelms the senses through the sheer
excess present; individuals can see themselves on every single wall and
are painted with a bronze shadow that falls over the entire interior.
Guards check bags at the door, and watch the elevator to make sure only
those with IDs are heading to the top. Four floors of glitter are open
to the public eye, but after that only the very rich may continue. No
matter what floor you're on, everything screams Trump: Trump Grill, a
signature Trump clothing line, and Ivanka Trump's small jewelry case.
Everything shouts Trump's name, singing of his fortune and fame.
The similarities between the Sun King and The Donald are uncanny.
Slightly obsessed with themselves and able to dedicate an entire
building in their honors? Check. Causing chaos? Check. Looking back to
the original architectural cues of both buildings, a continued amazement
of self-obsession can be easily noticed, and further comparisons of the
two leaders increase with time. Louis XIV was controversial, without
much of a soft side. Trump is, well, Trump.
So, yes boys and girls, we are in a Vertigo Time Warp also known as a Solar Minimum, and since it seems to be enjoying Trump as our leader, I bet you Trump becomes president again, and finally, they will have the world they want. Or maybe, you will have the world you want. Truth is: we get the world we deserve.
On this day in the year 1800, the House of Representatives suggested the building of a pyramid, 100 feet square at the base and "of proportional height." The notion that a pyramid would best represent the idea of George Washington. Hence, in accordance with Masonic practices, construction of the obelisk began on July 4, 1848, with a ceremonial laying of the enormous cornerstone, which had been donated by the Mason Thomas Symington who owned the quarries from which the monument's marble was taken. The ceremony was conducted by Benjamin French, wearing the Masonic apron and sash George Washington had worn when he laid the cornerstone of the Capitol building in 1793. Some say the obelisk was chosen because America wanted to look like it had been around for awhile, or as other's have suggested, "put down ancient roots" by choosing the ancient Egyptian symbol. I don't know, looks pretty much like a male phallic symbol to me from all the male energy that founded this country. Unfortunately, I have to break the news to ya'll here: it's Pagan! More precisely, Pan, the goat god of sensuality. The word ‘obelisk’ literally means ‘Baal’s shaft’ or Baal’s organ of reproduction.”
Another story links the obelisk to a different phallic myth – Osiris’ golden phallus.
Osiris was a king of Egypt who married his sister Isis. His brother Set wished to usurp the throne and so plotted his death. He tricked Osiris into climbing into a golden chest. As soon as he was inside, Set nailed down the lid and flung the chest into the Nile. It was carried off to Byblos in Syria where it came to rest against a small Tamarisk tree or Acasia tree, with the dead Osiris still inside. Isis found out what Set had done to Osiris, so she set off to find her husband. A vision led her to Byblos, where she recovered his body and took it back to Egypt.
Set stole it again and tore it into fourteen pieces, which he scattered throughout Egypt to prevent Osiris from coming to life again. Isis recovered all but one of the pieces – the penis – and gave Osiris a fit burial. Their son, Horus, avenged him by slaying Set. Another son, Anubis, resurrected Osiris with the ‘lion grip.’
Having triumphed over the grave, Osiris now reigns as king and judge of the so called dead. The piece of Osiris that Isis never recovered was the penis, which Set had thrown into the Nile where it was eaten by fish. Ever resourceful, Isis manufactured an artificial organ (the golden phallus) around which the Egyptians eventually established a cult or festival they could pay tribute to.
From this it is a small step to the conclusion that the obelisk was itself meant to be a phallic symbol.
Whether of Osiris, Baal, or fertility in general, it was a representation of fatherhood and patriarchy.
While the idea that the obelisk is a representation of the phallus may be a story that seems stranger than fiction, when you think of Washington as the founding father of the United States, and the obelisk being a representation of fatherhood/patriarchy, it makes a lot of sense.
In 1908 the U.S. Congress adopted a law making the phrase "In God We Trust" obligatory on certain American coins. It was placed there to replace the socialistic phrase put their by the framers of our constitution: "Out of Many, One" -- E Pluribus Unum.
Yes, it wasn't until 1908 that the political use of the word God found its way into politics. So, the next time someone tells you this is Gods country and holds up a dollar bill to prove it, tell them to “open a f*&king history book, bozo.”
The Vestal Tuccia Carrying Water, by Hector Leroux (French, 1829-1900).
On this day in ancient Rome, the Vestal Virgins
performed an annual purification rite to ensure the water supply for
the coming year. It consisted of the "sacrifice" of twenty-seven straw
puppets to the river god of the Tiber.
The Vestal Virgins were the priestesses of the Roman goddess of the hearth (home). They tended the sacred fire in the shrine of Vesta, performed rites, and kept the place tidy and clean. The roman writer Plutarch (45-120 CE) said they were the "keepers of divine secrets, concealed from all but themselves."
Vestal virgins were chosen from highborn families and were granted privileges that would have been unimaginable for other women in Ancient Rome. They
could own property, vote, and write a will. They had the best seats at
public games, and they even had the power to free condemned prisoners
and slaves.
The virgins were chosen between the ages of six and ten years old by
the chief priest and had to serve for 30 years (during which time they,
of course, had to remain chaste). Once their 30 years of service was
completed, they were free to marry, but very few did as it was
considered unlucky since they had, essentially, been the brides of Vesta
for most of their lives and were consecrated to the goddess.strict observance of a single life.
If a Vestal Virgin
failed in her duties, she was severely beaten and the punishment for
loss of virginity was being buried alive, though other, worse,
punishments were sometimes given such as having molten lead poured down
one's throat. Even so, the Vestal Virgins were honored by the community,
had most of their needs provided for by temple tithes, and were free of many of the restrictions Roman women
had to endure. It was, in fact, because they were so highly regarded
that the punishment of breaking their vows was so severe. Plutarch
writes, "If these vestals commit any minor fault, they are punishable by
the high-priest only, who scourges the offender, sometimes with her
clothes off, in a dark place, with a curtain drawn between; but she that
has broken her vow is buried alive near the gate called Collina, where a
little mound of earth stands." Most of the virgins on record kept their
vows, however, and continued through time to honor their goddess Vesta,
and the city and people of Rome, until the coming of Christianity.
The fall of the Roman Empire,
it was argued, was caused by the acceptance of Christianity and the
neglect of the old gods who had kept the city safe and prosperous for so
long. Both St. Augustine and Orosius
wrote in defense of this very accusation. The desecration of the temple
of Vesta, and the disbanding of the Vestal Virgins, was seen by pagans
as the height of ingratitude for the service the goddess had given the
city over the centuries. A woman named Serena, the Christian niece of
Theodosius I, is said to have desecrated Vesta's temple by taking the
necklace from her statue and claiming it for her own -- those silly Christians. For this act she
was cursed by one of the last remaining Vestal Virgins and was tormented
by nightmares about her impending death. Whether she died young is not
known, nor is the truth of the account verified, but the fact that it
survives attests to the importance the Vestales played in the
life of ancient Rome and what their loss meant to those of the city who
did not place their faith in the new god of the Christians.
So dear readers, enjoy a glass of clean water in honor of the Vestal Virgins today. It can do you no harm.
A vision came to me this morning while chanting: I saw John Lennon's 'Imagine' album cover and saw he had his head in the clouds on the album cover. I never put it together back then, but now I do.
I had stared at that album cover for hours as I listened to the songs on the album. I never thought about how John had his head in the clouds. I saw it as two separate things: the clouds, and then John. I never put the message together for I never have been good at seeing the obvious. The obvious message of how he was telling the world he was okay with his head in the clouds. Something I heard a lot as a kid and it was never good: "Get your head out of the clouds or you'll end up dead."
It is funny that I see now how John was telling me it was okay to have my head in the clouds while the world around me was telling me different. And I tried to get my head out of the clouds, I really did, but I never could. As a kid they told me to "apply myself," "focus,", "Wake up!" But I couldn't. And when I became a grown man with a wife, kid, and house in the suburbs, my head was still in the clouds. Which led to a divorce where I could be alone. You see, being alone with my head in the clouds works for me.
In the 90's they told me I wasn't "grounded enough." I did the New Age workshops and tried to find my place on the earth. Those were wasted years: a person with his/her head in the clouds can not be grounded, and so, must remain alone.
Which brings me to Emily Dickenson. I digitized a documentary of her life yesterday, and just as I had never conceptualized the meaning of Lennon with his head in the clouds, I had never conceptualized the life of Emily Dickenson and how she remained alone. Obviously, she too had her head in the clouds and so had to be alone, for being alone no one can tell you to get your head out of the clouds, now can they?
I told my oldest friend about my cancer today. He lives in China. So now two people know about my death sentence, and both are on a continent I'll never see in this lifetime: China. It is funny that I've been most places on earth but never to China, in this lifetime. I know I have been there in a past life. With a third of the people who have ever lived having been Chinese, I think it is safe to say we have all been Chinese in a previous life.
Not sure where I am going with today's words, and I am sorry that they are so cloudy, but well, you see, because I could not stop for death, death has stopped for me, and I have never been closer to John or Emily.
Most
people today are familiar with holistic healing therapies, particularly
the practice of using herbs for healing. But raise the subject of
healing with flower essences, and most people are at a loss to tell you
what an "essence" is. First
of all, essences are not the same as essential oils. In fact they are
very different. Essential oils are used in aromatherapy treatments,
home fragrance, and bath and body products. Unlike essential oils,
essences contain no biological material, have no scent, and no confirmed
physical therapeutic properties that you would associate with an
essential oil used in aromatherapy. So
what are they then? Simply put: essences are liquid solutions that
contain the energetic or vibrational nature of the flower or plant from
which it is made. An essence is the energetic imprint of the life force
of the flower or plant. This imprint is captured in water and then a
preservative is added (usually alcohol). This solution, or decoction,
is then stored in bottles (which usually include an eyedropper) so that
the essence can be taken orally, added to bath and body products, or
used on chakras or meridian points. Unlike
essentials oils, essences do not contain any of the biological content
of the plant from which they are made; therefore, they are non-toxic. Nature
has its own energy or life force. This energy or life force allows
everything around us to function, live, adapt, grow, blend, and flourish
within its surroundings, and to survive its environment by evolving to
cope with challenges around it. Most
people are familiar with the word "chi" or "qi," used by the Chinese to
describe the life force. The yogis of India refer to the life force as
prana. The Hawaiians call the life force mana. Native Americas call
it manitou; in Hebrew the life force is known as ruach, and in Islamic
cultures it is known as baraka. All
life, in whatever form it takes, comprises energy, and this energy is
constantly mixing, merging, and exchanging. People like Isaac Newton
and Albert Einstein spent years exploring it through physics and the
same goes for those who are studying quantum mechanics today -- so much
in the universe does seem to relate to vibrations and energy. Essence
making is a tool for capturing the vibrations and energies of life.
Much research has been done over years by scientists and other people on
how water can be affected by vibration and the energy to which it is
exposed, and the way that it can hold a memory of the energy or
vibrations to which it has been exposed. This is why flower essences
are prepared in water. To
understand how essences work, you need to recognize that a human being
is more than just a physical body. Each person has his or her own
external and internal energy and vibrational centers. You may have
heard them described as auras, chakras, subtle bodies, or meridians --
to just name a few. Many people simply visualize these energies and
vibrations as mists that surround and go through us; they can carry
different colors, frequencies, sounds, and speeds. These are not
visible to human eye but they are still very much there. Interchanging,
mixing, and merging with each other and all living things throughout
the world. Here
is a great example of the way in which these subtle bodies and energy
centers can impact the way you feel or affect what you think about a
situation: Take a moment to think of a time when you met someone and
liked them instantly, although you have never met before. How about a
time when you have walked into a room and not been comfortable or sure
about the space you were in, uncomfortable with the "vibes"? Or a time
when you took a walk in nature and experienced a difference in emotion
without knowing quite why? This is because your vibration and energy
centers mix with the vibrations and energy centers that are around you,
affecting your thoughts and feelings, thus creating a vibration and
energy with you. Those external and internal energy centers evoke
emotional and psychical responses making you feel a certain way. When
our energy systems are affected -- whether by thoughts, feelings, or
life experience--we can feel off-balance. This is where working with
energy and using the life force and the imprint of the vibrations we can
obtain through essences can make a difference. We use what nature has
to offer, by taking the vibration of our mind, body, and soul, so that
an optimum state of healthy and well-being can be achieved. As
everything has its own energy, the combination of what to use and when
it should be used is unique to each of us.
Dr. Edward Bach
Before
we look at a few of the essential therapies themselves, let's have a
look at the founder of flower remedies. His name is Dr. Edward Bach, a physician who got tired of treating the symptom instead of the person and so developed his Bach Flower Remedies.
He specifically defined the seven moods that cause disease and
suffering as, fear, uncertainty, loneliness, lack of interest,
over-sensitivity, over-concern for others, and despair. He then went on
to discover a total of thirty-eight different flowers that could help
bring about changes for his patients. He defined the seven qualities of
healing disease as hope, peace, faith, joy, certainty, love, and
wisdom. He truly believed the mind played an important part in
improving general health and well-being, and explained his therapy as a
way, "...to raise our vibrations and open up our channels for the
reception of our Spiritual Self, to flood our natures with the
particular virtue we need, and wash out from us the fault which is
causing harm." So let's look at some therapies. Wild Rose:
The BACH remedy Wild Rose
encourages the positive potential for enthusiasm and a lively interest
in life. Reignite your passion for life, and find enthusiasm for the
world in general, work, and those you care about. Take initiative, and
make some changes.
Be Joyful, with BACH Mustard The BACH remedy Mustard encourages the
positive potential to return to joy. Everyone faces occasional sudden
gloomy feelings. When you are feeling down, bring joy back into your
daily life.
The BACH remedy Star of
Bethlehem neutralizes the effects of grief and encourages the positive
potential of inner strength. Deal with the aftereffects of a
life-altering experience. Have comfort and soothe your pain and sorrows.
The BACH remedy White Chestnut encourages the positive potential to find
tranquility and peace of mind. Don't let those repetitive thoughts
cloud your mind and get in the way of your focus. Reclaim your day and
cope with the hectic world around you.
The BACH remedy Aspen encourages the positive potential to maintain a
state of inner peace and security, regaining assurance of mind. For when
apprehensions consume your mind, and unsettling feelings leave you on
edge. Face the unknown with your head held high, and take on any moment
throughout your day with confidence.
Love Unconditionally, with BACH Chicory The BACH remedy Chicory
encourages the positive potential to selflessly take a step back and
care for others without expecting anything in return. Care for the ones
you love without becoming manipulative or overprotective. Take a step
back, and love unconditionally.
Accept Imperfections, with BACH Crab Apple The BACH remedy Crab Apple
encourages the positive potential to embrace your body and mind, and
accept your imperfections. Obsessive thoughts over imperfections can
lead to a poor self-image and a feeling of uncleanliness. Learn to
accept yourself.
Have Confidence, with BACH Larch. The BACH remedy Larch encourages the
positive potential to approach different situations with confidence and
determination. Are you nervous to try new things due to a lack of
confidence, or need a boost to your self-esteem? Find your inner
confidence.
The BACH remedy Hornbeam encourages the positive potential to be certain
in your ability, and “face the day ahead.” Shake off that “Monday
morning feeling,” cope with the demanding day ahead and face whatever
obstacles are on your schedule, without hesitation.
“Those who live much in the past, perhaps a time of great happiness,
or memories of a lost friend, or ambitions which have not come true.
They do not expect further happiness such as they have had.”
“Those who are easily discouraged. They may be progressing well in
illness or in the affairs of their daily life, but any small delay or
hindrance to progress causes doubt and soon disheartens them.” Good when you easily get discouraged when faced with difficulties.
“For those who are struggling and fighting strongly to get well, or in
connection with the affairs of their daily life. They will go on trying
one thing after another, though their case may seem hopeless. They will
fight on. They are discontented with themselves if illness interferes
with their duties or helping others. They are brave people, fighting
against great difficulties, without loss of hope of effort.”
Good for exhaustion, overwork, workaholic, fatigued, over-achiever
“For those who have suffered adversity or misfortune and find these
difficult to accept, without complaint or resentment, as they judge life
much by the success which it brings. They feel that they have not
deserved so great a trial that it was unjust, and they become
embittered. They often take less interest and are less active in those
things of life which they had previously enjoyed.”
So lets talk female Buddha Power today boys and girls, more specifically, Mandarava.
If you've never heard of her, let me tell you she was a liberate woman monk long before it was acceptable -- well, kind of acceptable considering the rollback of a woman's choice to say what happens to her body being threatened in the USA Supreme Court as we speak which has always been about politics and not life.
Back to Mandarava: She
was a princess born into wealth, but overcame that by standing up to
her parents when they tried to marry her off into an arranged marriage.
"Mandarava don't play that shit! (I paraphrase)" she said, and so made her escape.
Of course this pissed her Alpha Dog father off and so he did what any loving father would do: he had her thrown into jail.
Seeing
her suffering as an opportunity -- as all good Buddhist do -- she
simply converted 800 woman to the Buddhist Mystic Law -- "800 woman in
prison?" apparently marijuana was a crime back then too -- and they
became a Dharma force to be reckoned with because her father was so
overwhelmed that he gave her her freedom and she fled with the nuns to continue her life as a Bodhisattva.
When she had completed all of her beneficial activities, it was time for
her to depart from this world. Her body became invisible and then
manifested as a sphere of light filling the entire sky. She departed to
the Akaniṣṭa Paradise of Padmavyūha and arose as the supreme secret
consort of primordial wisdom.
On a final note boys and girls, we are all Bodhisattvas, some of you just don't know it. A Bodhisattva is a person who has achieved Buddha enlightenment in a previous life, however, instead of accepting Nirvana, she/he comes back to help others find enlightenment, like me.
I got a new good-luck charm from the thrift store this weekend. There was something about it that called out to me, maybe her black eyes or burn-victim face, whatever, it said to me, "buy me and I'll bring you good luck."
And so I have another spooky conversation piece that will go well with the chalk drawing my daughter made of me and her at a Dallas Museum of Art summer art class I once took her to when she was 5. It is kind of spooky too for in her chalk drawing I look like the devil. The art teacher said my daughter had talent, today she is an artist/art teacher and the teacher was right: I am the devil.
The Chalk Drawing
Speaking of burn-victim faces and the devil, on this day in the year of our lord 1431 a man of God showed Joan of Arc all the torture tools he had to use on her if she continued to insist God had talked to her.
The thumb smasher to smash your thumbs one twist at a time, in the name of of lord.
The Gossip mask we put on the head of woman who have been found gossiping, or talking as if she were a man, for woman who gossip or talk like a man are being controlled by the devil.
This chair has tiny spikes on it which will cause you to bleed out, slowly enough so you have plenty of time to repent.
The breast ripper. Need I say more?
And for woman who have had an abortion, the Kavanaugh Special (named after a 13th century knight, not our current Supreme Court man by the same name): the Clit Ripper.
To avoid being victimized by anyone of these tools of God, all Joan had to do on this day in 1431 was admit to the priest that "God only talks to men." But Joan wasn't playing any of that shit, and instead, she said (as we know from the church records):
"Truly, if you were to have me torn limb from limb and send my soul out
of my body, I would say nothing else. And if I did say anything,
afterwards I should always say that you had made me say it by force.
I have asked my voices to counsel me whether I should submit to the
Church, because the churchmen were pressing me to submit to the Church.
And my voices have told me that, if I want our Lord to help me, I must
lay all my deeds before him."
And what did the priest say in response? That wasn't recorded, but we do know that a few weeks later, on May 30th of the same year, Joan was burned to a stake at the tender age of only 19.
The sun came through my window like the Buddha this morning and it is good to be alive. I need to make a correction to my Blue Buddha post a few days ago, for in it I said "I am dying of cancer." Not a good choice of words, the correct statement is "I am living with Cancer." That's how it is. For there is no difference in one's life as long as he/she can walk, talk, or bicycle. And for the time being I can do all three.
For the last few days my chest has been hurting. Could be the cancer, or it could be a pulled muscle from lowering video production equipment in my car. That's right, I am still working for the man. It is what some of us do. "We work until we drop," as my grandfather used to say, and he did, he died mowing the grass a few months before he was going to retire from his factory job and enjoy a life of leisure in the Florida sun.
Yes, the sun is shining through my window this morning and I'm alive with cancer. This moment is worth a million bucks people, breath deep, enjoy it. It is all we get to share in the end, breath.
So in this mornings chants, (Daimoku), I chanted for the cancer cells in my body to become benign and grow smaller than they were yesterday. I do this because this body that has the power to create such ailments surely has the power to fix them. Stay tuned for more on my miracle healing from the power of Nam Myo Renge Kyo.
Today, however, I want to talk about the good news of getting cancer. That's right, like anything else that is bad, there is some good. With cancer you don't have to worry about tomorrow anymore, that's right, that retirement account you didn't add enough money to when you had the chance doesn't matter now. Then that hole in the ceiling you've been putting off fixing, fuck it. Yes, these thoughts are now replaced with things you need to fix for when you are unable to fix things, like that bathroom toilet in your bathroom you stopped using years ago for the second bath down the hall. Need to fix it now so you won't have so far to walk when you are on those serious cancer meds that might make you toss your morning cookies, repeatedly.
Speaking of meds, how about some serious pain pills, they might help focus on things like the esoteric thoughts of Plato, that could be a plus.
Then those tools you didn't return and that money you never repaid, fuck it, take it with you to the grave, it will balance out in the next life.
Yes, dying of cancer does have some perks. The biggest perk is being able to blog about the other side, the great beyond, the land of light, and what can be more esoteric than this?
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