Monday, April 16, 2018

price for Freedumb

We are a prisoner of ego, our own worst victim.  Confined to live by the rules of a one sided external prospective that offers no understanding, nor any compassion.

Let me tell you about the story of the Man, his Son and their Donkey.

A  MAN and his Son were once driving their Donkey along a country road, to sell him at the fair. They soon passed some girls, who were drawing water at a well.
"Look," said one of the girls; "see those silly people trudging along in the dust, while their Donkey walks at his ease."

The Man heard what they said, and put his boy on the Donkey’s back.

They had not gone far before they came to some old men.
"See here, now," said one of them to the others, "this shows that what I said is true. Nowadays the young take no care of the old. See this boy riding while his poor old father has to walk by his side."

Hearing this, the Man told his Son to get down, and he mounted the Donkey himself.

In a little while they met three women with children in their arms.
"For shame!" said the women. "How can you let that poor boy walk when he looks so tired, and you ride like a king?"

The Man then took the boy up behind him on the saddle, and they rode on to the town.

Just before they got there, some young men stopped them and said:
"Is that Donkey yours?" "Yes," said the Man. "One would not think so," said they, "by the way you load him. You look more fit to carry him than he to carry you."

So the Man and the boy got off, tied the Donkey’s legs with a rope, fastened him to a pole, and, each taking one end of the pole, carried him along, while everyone they met laughed outright.

By and by they came to a bridge. Then the Donkey began to kick, and breaking the rope, fell into the water and was drowned.  The old Man and his Son made their way home as best they could, thinking to themselves, "When we try to please everybody, we please nobody."

Once we stop caring what others say and think, we truly emancipate ourselves from our own confinement...our captor....our own Ego.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

You Won't Know Until You Find Out

Help!  My Wife thinks that we are going through a divorce...
Oh, no....it's far more severe than that my darling little KuKu...you're going through menopause.
Oh dear, it gets worse.   It can last for up to fifteen more years.
Wow...
That's like possibly another three or four presidents.  That's a long time, and lulu does luv a long time...to be miserable and crazy.
Menopause truly affects all women differently, hence no two women are equally or predictably affected.  So, it's no given things can go haywire.  For those that coast through it...you lucky ducks!
All men who are around middle aged women know firsthand how quickly and intensely things can and will spiral out of hormonal control.
It's analogous to being shipwrecked on a volcanic island with a tsunami heading right for you.
It's kinda like that except the menopause thing is really happening and no theoretical situation can take you out of it.
Yeah, doesn't that sound great.
Well...the best advice I can give to all shipwrecked sailors is that it's not personal...you just got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time.  As a matter of fact, if it weren't you it would be somebody else.
In due time, all this will come to pass and all marooned Mariners eventually find their way to the mainland.  It took Tom Hanks over four years with Wilson to find his way back home.  If he can do it, so can we.
It's a matter of learning to go with the flow, otherwise the rough waters will swallow up any and all lost and confused seafarers.
Learn the currents, pay attention to the winds.  Look skyward.
Red sky in the morning, sailors take Warning.
Red sky at night, sailors delight.
With all said, let's not all forget how the other side might feel.  Compassion and empathy for the hectic frenzy of the unreasonable chaos brought on by that nasty endagenous chemical transformation.

The really good news is, once it's over....it's over! Thanks God.
FYI, Sigmund Freud prescribed hysterectomies for menopausal women in order to help them cope with their hysteria.  Just saying...
Anyhow,
The craziest part of all this, I'm not even married.
Phew!

For your further enjoyment.
Men's Guide to Menopause posted by AARP

https://www.aarp.org/relationships/love-sex/info-09-2010/naked_truth_men_guide_to_menopause.html

and
10 Tibits that you May Not Know About Menopause
https://www.prevention.com/health/surprising-menopause-symptoms


Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Meaning of Life is Evolution


Yesterday was yesterday for a reason,
Today is something new altogether...starting with anything and everything you are willing to become, as long as you let yourself.
Stagnancies breed a decaying mindset
Breaking the dependence of past securities, and coming face to face with our fears in an effort to learn from them.
I know that I can never outran my fears, I am best served learning from them and evolving into a stronger version of who I once was...
Just as long as I allow yesterday to let my past remain where I left it.

True self growth requires an internal confidence and self sustainable freedom to continually evolve within ourselves....

Catch an Eye 4 an I

Truths come at us form each and every direct, irrelevant of who's the voice, with which tone or matter of logic, superstition and perspective is spoken or shared.
Truth, much like love, has no limits and no conditions and no specific or direct approach other than forward with an open an unbiased mind.
If a truth needs to be organized to lead or coerce, then the authenticity of the truth lacks the obviousness of its natural existence.
Does a true belief truly need to be organized for you in order to believe in it? Or is it best served to be logically evaluated and explained within one's mind eye?

What would you characterize or classify a truth already given as fact?
I have my own opinions on that.

If you have to rely on others for the truth in front of your own eyes, then being blind might already be the truth in your mind.

In oneself exist an entire world, and if you know how to look and learn behind each and every door the key is always within reach...
No one is here to lead you to any doors or hand you any keys,
It's up to the Eyes of the I to open all possibilities

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

How Different Are We Really?

Man created religion to deal with mortality.
Religion attempts to instill ethics, morals, norms, values and lifestyle guidelines.
Godless societies are harder to manage within the community of our planet, hence needing the order that religion can offer which can allow for more of a positive communal flow.
A cohesion of interests.
Like I said, an order.

I have come to the conclusion, that regardless of the verbiage or ethnic background, there are only two religions on our planet in all of our time...
There's the religion of fear
and
The religion of love

All religions come down to one and/or the other.  Regardless of saviors, enlightenment or transcendence...all religions speak with one of these two voices.
Now, I've come to believe that control is easier to exude when there is a threat of coercion, as per our human flaw of our ever so prevalent Ego.
Most, if not all of our disputes, battles, disagreements, quarrels, altercations and misunderstandings stem from our ego.  The truest human tragedy, and by far, the worst flaw we have to offer.
Threats of coercion are extremely effective in maintaining order.
Unfortunately, Why the majority religion is fear.
But fear lacks true compassion and empathy.
More importantly, fear lacks eternal growth.
Because fear suppresses the unknowns, the outliers, the peculiarities in exploration and privileges of expansion.
Fear helps control and maintain.
Need I explain what love offers?  Or would an obtuse eye lack the wisdom and direction of love.
Fear is callous, love the is all encompassing.
Yet, funny how mortality finds both.  Makes you wonder which path makes for a more comfortable journey.
Because, ultimately this is a journey we all get the opportunity to experience.  The truest gift of life.


It's easy to get angry at someone,
It's much harder to forgive them.
Life puts us the position to flourish or fail
It's up to us to become strong and survive
or
Disappear in the history of time.

Your choice, our world, this time or forever hold your peace.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

All Of Me, and Sum of You

Inappropriate or not, I would have to say sure why not!
I bet that caught you by surprise.
So, I'll leave all the planning up to you.  If I have a voice (which rhymes with choice), I would vote for something small, quiet and under the radar.  Basically, I'd vote independent. City Hall fits the bill.  So, let me know when and I'll see what I can do.
Yes?  Sounds reasonable?
I'm not too fancy, I don't even believe in bells or whistles.  Usually, when I match it's mostly by chance.  So, don't expect a tux.  You can bring any and all cats, because I like cats.
Some even argue that I'm a big cat.
What a pain in the ass I am.
Almost Suessesque.
My finesse has a touch all of its own.
Just like a mind.
With many built in corridors.
Feels like a maze, only you can't always tell that you're going in circles.
Round and round.
But if you like to chase your own tail, you'll fit exactly within the round square.
I'm not misunderstood, as much as, disregard like loose change.
Random fact, the Trevi fountain in Roma collects thousands of dollars in loose change a day.
The whole beggars can't be choosers thing, way over blown...if you know where to bag and choose.
Cha Ching
Bada Boom, Bada Bing, Bada Bang...Bada swim
Waters are only deep if you fear them.
Skies are only high if you can't see them.
Those that are blind really can't tell, nor do they fear.
Fear is the tool that helps reason through survival.  Fear can also hamper growth.
Ironic.
Said the guy who placed his hand in fountain full of change.
Wisdom isn't achieved...as much as....earned.
It took the Romans four decades to realize a homeless man was clearing out the fountain every night.
Everybody likes tax free change.
Moral of the story, you just never know until you try.
Tax free or not.


Sent from my iPad

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Repeat Offenders

"Maybe the Wolf is in LOVE with the Moon...
and each month it cries for 
a love 
it can not touch"


Nothing is truer than the words of Alpha Warrior!
Buenos Dias 
How was your thanksgiving?  I had an off the boat Irish neighbor friend and he quite couldn't fit in those H's in words...so he would say tings like tanksgiving.  Always humored me.  I have a fond appreciation for those daily quirks we encounter from all the unique (and everyone is unique in their own subtle way) individuals whom grace our paths.
Bless you all you quirky folks...and may you never leave your quirks behind!
My daily mediation methods allow me the wannabe zendom not to overreact.  And that's factoring in all the obnoxious New York road rage.
If people just learn how to accept and appreciate each other...this wet rock we call home will be such a more pleasant world.  Absent of greed and hatred would help a long, long way.
If only enlightenment came in a pill.
But unfortunately, a vanity pill would sell out tenfold over enlightenment.
We are bereaved of morals, ethics and logic...and no one seems to notice or care.
Why?
Because we are primal in our simplest form.
Again, I ask why?
Because survival is our paramount instinct.
Who cares if the world burns up tomorrow, as long as I get my tan today.
Because, tan people get more goodies I guess.
No, it shouldn't have to be that way...
If enlightenment can be approached.
I guess we are on a collision course with this rock's past history.  A history of damnation and annihilation.  A history that has repeated five times before.  Unfortunately, our memories don't run that far back...
So Destiny has us repeat our fate.
Where is this world headed to, and the who
What
and
When
Is yet to be determined.
Or is it?