"a story is where the heart surprises the the head."

[zero_hero]

The Future of a Delustion
or maybe it is an Illusion

so much fear these days
fundamentalists need something to cling to

"just give me one thing that I can hold on to.
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
make me an angel that flies from Montgomery"

All I know for sure is that if
G_d has a FaceBook page I want to be a Friend

sometimes I take It too far
sometimes I don't take it atall

I though I heard a big bang today
coming from the direction of Nagasaki
I saw a big light in the sky
sunrise always takes me by surprise

[zero_hero]

JEWISH MYSTICISM - KABBALA
by Rabbi Lawrence Kushner

Mysticism is the nagging suspicion that the apparent brokenness, discord, and discontinuities of everyday life conceal a hidden unity. Just beneath the surface, everything is joined to everything else. To a mystic, what we call reality is really only the myriad refractions of that ultimate, underlying unity.

[stilltrucking]

The Rabbi and The Monk a twenty eight minute video
the most interesting part for me is sixteen minutes and ten seconds into it where the host ask why is their such a huge explosion of fundamentalism.
The Monk and The Rabbi

notes from memory

when ever you get fearful you cling this is an instinct we are born with
we get frightened we want to hang onto something fundamentalism clings to religious doctrine out of fear
in fundamentalism there is a lot of fear mongering,
which makes them much more politically malleable, fundamentalism is the same what ever religion fundamentalism will take the scriptures literal

a story is where the heart surprises the the head.

[zero_hero]

footnotes to a story

According to the Jewish Encyclopedia (1906), "Rahel always showed the greatest interest in her former coreligionists, endeavoring by word and deed to better their position, especially during the anti-Semitic outburst in Germany in 1819. On the day of her funeral Varnhagen sent a considerable sum of money to the Jewish poor of Berlin."

Amos Elon wrote about Rahel Varnhagen in his 2002 book The Pity of It All: A History of the Jews in Germany, 1743-1933:

She hated her Jewish background and was convinced it had poisoned her life. For much of her adult life she was what would later be called self-hating. Her overriding desire was to free herself from the shackles of her birth; since, as she thought, she had been "pushed out of the world" by her origins, she was determined to escape them. She never really succeeded. In 1810, she changed her family name to Robert... And in 1814, after her mother died, she converted. But her origins continued to haunt her even on her deathbed. ... She considered her origins "a curse, a slow bleeding to death." ... The idea that as a Jew she was always required to be exceptional - and go on proving it all the time - was repugnant to her. "How wretched it is always to have legitimize myself! That is why it is so disgusting to be a Jew."[

a story of a thousand steps begins with a thousand beginings i suppose.

I get email from G d, I get snail mail from g d, I sell and buy the truth
I am the occuopant of this text box
occupier of this space in time
I was going to rip a story off in it
but for want of some notes I took
about a call I had to day
this text box is like a cubicle at work in my imagination
Everything is voices over the phone and chat
except for my other part time gig which is on tourist bus, I actually get ot interact with real live peope a couple of days helps me maintain
like working without a net
I am one of those idiots you have to talk to everyday on the telephone to defend your space and privacy.

it was painful for her to talk to me I know but thank god I have not lost my sense of humor.

how consciousness to/on consciousness changes us

[stilltrucking]

"We have a habit in writing articles published in scientific journals to make the work as finished as possible, to cover up all the tracks, to not worry about the blind alleys or describe how you had the wrong idea first, and so on. So there isn't any place to publish, in a dignified manner,what you actually did in order to get to do the work."

-- Richard Feynman In his Nobel Lecture, 1966

the global consciousness project
http://www.global-mind.org/intro_bottom.html

[stilltrucking]

nothing to do with all this, just thinking about angelism changes in my brain since I been hanging out with the people and litkics and now studio eight. the state of my soul, Thinking about Walker Percy and his lapsometer

In his eschatological comedy, Love in the Ruins(1), Walker Percy arms his protagonist—the lapsed Catholic, lapsed psychiatrist Tom More—with a magical hand-held brain scanner. This "Qualitative Quantitative Ontological Lapsometer" measures the state of patients’ souls, particularly the tendency toward angelism, localized in Brodmann area 32. Such a device would go a long way toward integrating theology and biological psychiatry. In the meanwhile, what level of union is possible or desirable?

http://ajp.psychiatryonline.org/article ... eID=173284

[the mingo]

Eschatology ! O I love that kind of thing. Standing on a carpet of new fallen leaves in rapsodic bliss of the end times ! O Yes ! Rapture today - Rapture tomorrow - Rapture forever !!!

[stilltrucking]

Something tells me it is all headed some where, our fate as a species is signed sealed delivered, it is all going by the book, always liked that johnny cash
song. thinking about what the desert fathers heard tramping around in the dunes way back then. They heard something, just like I do, like we all do, we have inklings some of us, others see farther. estacheology I cant even spell it, cool word though eschteology end times, time must have an end they say
coming and going begining and end
eternal returns


then something tells me that it is a crap shot, tumbling dice, statistics and probabilites randomness and chaos.

I
wish I was
sailing I really do
wish I was on a boat
life would be sweet
sweeter than sweet
money money money
everyone used to tell me I was smart
why am I so broke
not broke making enough
if I did not give it all away
got to make myself a stash

[the mingo]

Ain't got no money either and nothing i can do about it now unless i go illegal.
there's a word now, ain't it? My uncle said once that illegal activity was where no one gets a cut of your action except you.

And George Wallace said there wasn't a dime's worth of difference between a Democrat & a Republican. And never was.

[stilltrucking]

"rum and coca cola working for the yankee dollar"

"the things we do for love..."

and the things we do for money

hard to figure for me, what can I do for money, can I sell ice cubes to eskimos I was glib in my younger days. I could lie and cheat without a qualm

now I saw tickets to a buss ride and ski parkas to skiers

I don't how much longer I can get away with it
I am not that good at it.
something tells me I had best put away a few hundred for a rainy day, I might want to go fishing in the rain.

what the heck was this thread about anyway, I got no stories, no morals, no nothing much to say, just a light of dread going on, I cant bull shitt myself about my motives, watching the money go away, still a kid giving it all away

[SadLuckDame]

What will you need monies for, Jack?
Any time I have some, I just blow it on whatever is going on that moment. If I'm near an artistry store, it'll go there and if I'm near someone needier than I, it'll go there. It's for whatever is the it, when it's that time.

I don't usually have money.

[stilltrucking]

oh we aint got a barrell of money but will travell along side by side

[SadLuckDame]

ppp
made me laugh.
Maybe we do gots it easier than some snugglers.

[stilltrucking]

Everyone needs, we all need, a snuggle. I do. But. For some reason: I am trying to imagine a stained glass window I saw of the madona holding the body of her cruicified son.
All Reds and Blues and Gold halos not unlike the one over our beloved former president.

I will have to search for that stained glass window soon, maybe later when I feel even purer.

[stilltrucking]

who was that woman poet/novelist that wrote such good dirty underwear stuff. Fear of Flying, boy that book made me lonesome. Watching those couples walking down by the river you can tell the ones who are dating, the tentative hand hold, the quiet conversation

in the plaza of the Alamo the young lovers come and go like 1955