25
He would not join
the contest
for the most humble
and so, won.
He immediately
hid his face in shame.
26
Seeing without illusion
is too often
another illusion.
27
The full moon effects the tides
in our brains.
28
We are each a group of
vibrations/electrons
that have become ego protrusions
in the great vibrate.
29
Humans as ego protrusions
are anchor points in the chaos of the
levels of vibration in
all dimensions.
30
Only situated, contingent reality
can be meaningful
to languagized, culturized, linear thinkers.
Merry Christmas, all!
Bits, pieces, parts, fragments, aphorisms, and hiaku
16
Zen is not Buddhism!!
There; I have killed the Buddha.
17
I see/perceive out of an object that is a
Perceiver of objects;
Out of a subject which is part of all
objects: a contraption of meat in which
the subject-made-object by locating it is
located.
18
We are only accountable to whatever
brought us here to this tavern at this
carnivorous carnival; but remember
that it brought everything else AND
we are only single ego histories of each
of our bodies.
19
Some think magic must pop and splutter
and amazingly stick out in reality, but
reality is the magic.
20
The mind with language
freezes the world;
and the mind, keeping it,
steals the moment
from reality.
21
Be careful that the accouterments
of religion do not mask
the vastness of
spirituality.
22
Six AM, I don’t want to get up, but my mind
is full of metaphorical ideas which don’t seem
to distort reality.
23
Keep your higher, observing self, as a
constant companion.
24
Trimmers trim the sails to eventually
move in the direction they want;
Some others don’t understand that the in-betweeness
is not vacillation.
From: Aphorisms, fragments, bits, parts, and haiku
2
Thoughts which my mind
thinks are worthy
keep me awake in the night
3
About the possibility of dropping
grief and trauma:
Empty holes are hard to drop.
4
The “I” is merely a naked
point of memory
of the biological
entity in which
it resides.
5
We must be for
spirituality as
against religion
just as we should be for
humanity and freedom but
against the idea of
nationalism.
6
Religion exists only
to make humans constantly
and consistently refer to their
higher self.
7
Thinking takes intention away from the senses;
the senses take intention from thinking;
one dies when the other enters.
8
Linear, contingent, languagized
thought cannot contain
spirituality or reality; and yet
we are the lyres of the
physical world by use
of this gift.
9
Hanging on to
your freedom
shackles you
10
Are we all idiot savants
who obviously know how to live
but don’t understand?
Logic is useless.
11
We distribute our egos along
the flowing shore of time and beach-comb
things-phenomenon perceived
and reified
again and again.
12
The local Zendo opens at
5:30 AM (read: O-dark-thirty).
Well, I used to get up then to go fishing.
As then, I don’t expect what I catch to be fish
13
Fishing:
Might as well talk in Etruscan.
I came to this for
all the wrong reasons;
directions are always relative to
the map.
14
Words cut the world into parts;
Who would want real enlightenment?
To succeed you must fail.
To know you must not know.
And you must stop running
with words like scissors
toward reality.
15
Every morning on awakening, the self, the
history of this entity is brought back together
from notes in the mind,
and the text of the matter; the vibrations
around are continued.
Quite the entertaining piece in this Sunday's Boston Globe, about the early origins of Christmas and its eventual taming over the years. Sounds like it was quite the wild time in the good old days, complete with drunkeness and debauchery:'
http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2009/12/20/christmas_was_a_riot/
Religion is the crutch that many people seem to need to enable them to treat each other the way they should. It's too bad that it seems to require belief in things for which there is no evidence. It need not be so. We could all lead an ethically proper and moral life without ever professing belief in things for which there is no evidence. We could start by living the golden rule. Just remember, in all your dealings with any person, to treat them just the way you would want them to treat you. It's so simple. All you need to do is think before you speak or act. Think first THEN speak or act! Things will happen at a slower pace but you will be much happier with the results.
Now that I'm back on my feet and well fed, it's time to return to my Christmas Cookie baking. Yesterday and today were chocolate-dipped coconut almond macaroons and pecan tassies (which look and taste like miniature pecan pies). I've still got to finish the chocolate Grand Marnier truffles, but hopefully will do that tomorrow.
Still have to wrap presents!
This test, since it's intestinal, requires not a little prep beforehand. About five days before you have to stop eating nuts, seeds, corn or popcorn. After that you have to stop eating raw vegetables or berry-fruit. Canned is okay, but no skins. Nothing with whole grain.
Okay, I could do that. It would only be a week. I could eat any kind of meat except fried, and could make do with mushy white bread for a few days, certainly.
Yesterday was the killer, though. I spent the day consuming clear liquids only and getting ready for a certain something I'd be taking later in the day, as part of the (lower) intestinal prep. So far, so good. I was a bit low-energy, but managed to get through the day on water, clear tea with sugar (to keep my blood levels functioning normally) and non-fat, low-salt bullion. Yes, I was hungry, but I could hold out a day and a half.
A less pleasant part of this preparation would involve not-small doses of Magnesium Citrate, a compound which...well, let's say the examination area is nice and clean once the doctor needs to have a look. He inserts a laparoscopic camera in an area of the anatomy best not left to discussion. If the above-mentioned Magnesium Citrate has done its job - and believe me, you'll know within two hours about that - then you should have smooth sailing for the whole thing. Short procedure, reasonable levels of anesthesia. Then dinner afterward - a dinner that will taste all that much better now that you're starving and reamed out.
Alas, Magnesium Citrate and I were not meant to meet, at least under the conditions specified for the procedure. I was supposed to drink a bottle and a half (15 oz) tonight and another bottle and a half early tomorrow morning. Not the greatest tasting stuff in the world, but I had my bottles and down the hatch they went.
For a little while anyway.
I managed to choke down the solution between glasses of regular water, which I figured would be fine, since I had to drink mucho water after taking it anyway. The stuff was heavy, very salty, and had a lemony taste. I just held my nose and decided I'd just get it over with as quickly as possible.
It looks like my stomach was not at all interested in this beverage and decided, within three minutes of my finishing the entire first dose, to return it...immediately. I didn't quite make it in time to deposit the "beverage" in the sink and ended up cleaning spilled magnesium citrate off the hallways and the runners leading to the kitchen.
Well, let's just say I was in a mess then, and in more ways than one. I'd just upchucked an entire test preparation and had nothing left in me to do the job. There's no way I'm going to be able to repeat that and, besides, I'm already a day late on this carefully timed, two-day prep job. What to do? What to do?
My stomach was grumbling and growling from its recent bold and decisive action. I was still nauseated and now weak and feeling sick. I called the clinic's after-hours phone and said I'd need to talk to them tomorrow, could they call me? Then I listened to more of my audiobook, before nausea took the better of me and I retreated upstairs to return the very last of the magnesium citrate, this time to the toilet and sink on the second floor.
That and a headache medication later, I was feeling much recovered but I don't think I'll be getting my roto rooter exam tomorrow. That sucks, because now I have to go through that once again, after deciding white alternative potion that both I, as well as the scanning machine, can tolerate.
Well, live and learn I suppose, but I'd really have preferred going in tomorrow, wrung out and starving as I'd be. At least it would get done.