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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries July 7th, 200911:17 am: I so rarely post links to stuff...
...but this is CLASSIC!! http://www.landoverbaptist.net/PS3.htm Kids, act now, believe in Jesus and get a FREE Playstation 3! Jesus is a invisible sky-God with infinite lives who loves you WAY more than your parents ever can! Thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) smwance for showing this to me! Current Mood:  amused , links, religion
March 22nd, 200909:24 am: Taken from 'Bad Gods'
An Except from The Fellowship of the Ring, Substituting Actual Names of World of Warcraft Characters Pudwhacker lead Fishburp to the Council chambers and there he found Furioso and several others that were seated in silence about him. Fishburp saw Bucketboozer and Dishwater; and in a corner alone Studmost was sitting, clad in his old travel-worn clothes. Furioso drew Fishburp to a seat by his side, and presented him to the company. 'Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Fishburp son of Drunktank. Few have ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent.' He then pointed out and named those whom Fishburp had not met before. There was a younger dwarf at Dishwater's side: his son Chicknwaffls. Beside Bucketboozer there were several other counsellors of Furioso's household, of whom Hotgirls was the chief; and with him was Tasticakes, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cametokillu the Shipwright. There was also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, Lostdude, a messenger from his father, Roxyrooroo, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey on horseback; and indeed though his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur, they were stained with long travel. He had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees. He gazed at Fishburp and Psychocutie with sudden wonder. 'Here,' said Furioso, turning to Pudwhacker, 'is Bankbooty, a man from the South." Current Mood:  giddy January 27th, 200904:09 pm:
So after winning the lottery, life has been interesting. I no longer work in a job that requires me to report to someone and record my hours. I sit around watching Star Trek reruns with my hand in my pants while sipping expensive single malt in the other. The best thing about being rich is I get to refer to 'the poor' and it no longer includes me. I just hope with all this economic trouble there won't be some sort of uprising where there are angry poor people at my gates demanding something or other. What is it poor people want anyway? I let them do my lawn and clean my house and I have to watch them to make sure they don't steal anything. How many poor people does it take to change a lightbulb? One. And you can pay them 10 cents for it too! Just make sure they don't steal it. Oh... and don't listen to the lies they tell about feeding their families. I happen to know it costs a great deal of money to have a child. you can't be poor and have children! What a farce! Why, they charged me 5000 dollars just to circumcise my dear little lad, so now he's a good Christian like the rest of the circumcised Americans! To think a poor person could afford such a luxury like that! Current Mood: Wealthy Current Music: Chamber Music by live musicians January 26th, 200903:00 pm: The collapse of money
I was thinking earlier today that if we do achieve a full and total collapse of the economy, which I kind of hope for, we will have to rethink our value system. Right now the only way of measuring someone's worth is with dollars. Their abilities have to be monetized somehow. If they are artistic, it is how well the art sells that shows their value as an artist. A CEO is measure at how much he makes for the company. It doesn't really matter if they are a massive philanthropist or a super ass-hole, they are valuable when they make money and losers when they don't. My parents didn't want me writing because they felt I couldn't make money with 'art'. The constantly devalued my artistic endeavors to the point of my entering a career I didn't love for 16 years. Even now, many people toil away at something that doesn't make them happy because money is more important than happiness. Well, I certainly hope that all changes. I hope we see a massive black hole kind of collapse in finances world-wide and that the resulting black hole makes us have to think of something new with which we can value others. Because really, what value is someone? Current Mood:  curious , money
08:51 am: Gong Hay Fat Choi
Well, the Year of the Rat is over and I must say, my third trip through the Ratty year has been just as expected, in that it is filled with surprises and twists I hadn't guessed. ( Click here for ratty reminiscing... )Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Birds singing outside October 23rd, 200808:06 pm: A "Love" poem I wrote
I was going through some old notebooks and found a poem I had oddly scribbled in my left hand, I normally write with my right but can do so legibly with my left as well. (I was bored in High School so I generally wrote notes with my left hand for practice despite being right handed.) Anyway, I wrote this poem circa age 25, after a breakup. I wrote this about 12 years ago. ( The questionable love poem... )
Tags: poetry, writing
September 5th, 200806:57 am: 1.5 years in the making
After working for 1.5 years on number two, I have completed my second novel. I didn't plan on publishing my first one, but this one is much better and more complex, at least I think so. I'm looking into producing it as a movie rather than trying to publish the novel. People just don't admire books anymore these days. I think I need to put something on youtube instead. If you'd like a read, let me know and I can send you a copy.(electronic) Frankly, I can't wait to get started on my third now. Tags: novel, writing
June 12th, 200806:47 am: Second Kensho
My second kensho arrived as I progressed up the 'yoga tree' and found different and more esoteric forms of yoga to practice. Some of them were married to kung-fu, and others were just ancient forms of yoga practice. One particular one I've attempted to write about in here but procrastination generally forbade me to complete it is Meridian Flexibility. I helped develop the system as it's one of these 'white guys reinventing the wheel' type of systems that is one of the most profound healing systems I've encountered for physical/mental issues. While working with a teacher, Tom, he kept saying how obsessed I was. I didn't quite understand it. He said I had Large Intestine problems, that I was obsessed and controlling. Well, at the time, I was about 4 years out of a relationship with someone. I still thought of them daily and called them often and checked in on them. I considered that love, especially since they never called me. Tom asked me to get down into a yoga child's pose, and then he proceeded to stand on the Large Intestine acupuncture points across the back of my shoulders. He dug his heels in and created excruciating sensations in me. He kept telling me to breathe through it each time I grunted or complained. Finally, I was allowed to stand back up. I took a deep breath. And suddenly a clarity descended on me. I wasn't in love. I hardly knew what love is. I was obsessed. And yes, I was mistaking that for love. This string of thought continued for the next three weeks, showing me that almost every relationship where 'love' was involved, there was either some sort of control or some sort of obsession. This understanding wasn't as much as peaceful as it was exciting because it became clear to me that there was quite a bit more to this awkward controlling and obsessive thing I called 'love'. Each kensho so far has shown me that there is a longer journey. The yoga kensho showed me that I still had a ways to go from being understanding to being loving. This one taught me that I had mistaken the nature of love. The next kensho taught me about love, itself. I'll talk about that next time. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Spinning fans and hard drives , yoga
June 6th, 200806:08 am: My First Kensho
So one of the things I've been meditating on is the path I took to get where I am, and the places where I felt 'Enlightened' for a few short moments and those moments changed my life path significantly. I've learned these little enlightenments are called 'kensho' by Zen Buddhists and is generally considered a place where you are rewarded for your hard work. The thing is that I experienced my kensho in such a way as to make me think I wasn't really working all that hard for them. The first 'Kensho' I recall was my very first yoga lesson. At the Center of Balance in Mountain View California, I, a practitioner of several martial arts, arrived at a studio for a 'pilates mat class'. This was around 1998 and I had been doing martial arts for a long time, I was in decent shape, but I knew I needed to try this 'pilates' thing I'd read about because it seemed to address my central area, the place I have the most problems with. I sign in, get into the class, grab a mat like everyone else, and then the teacher began. Fifteen minutes into the class I was drenched in sweat and I hadn't even done more than simple stretches and little movement. (Sun Salutations). The movements kicked my ass, the 'resting pose' of down-dog really hurt to maintain for more than a few seconds. The teacher said, 'Now that we are finished with our yoga warm-ups, we can move into Pilates'. I was stunned, "Yoga?" I had never considered it as more than sitting around in weird positions trying to reach 'nirvana'. The class continued, it had points where I could rest a bit, and then it ended in 'shavasana', the resting pose. I can't explain why(I can now, but that's a different topic), but I 'got it'. It all made sense. I grew up fundamental Christian, the belief that we have immortal souls wasn't foreign, but the idea of having more than one trip on this place was. The thing I understood most was that with so many people alive now, there is a huge number of people who are human for their first time. I suddenly learned a framework from which I could be more patient and understanding with others. Reincarnation, once just a spell in D&D and a 'thing those Hindu's believe in' became a universal truth to me there. I have never been able to 'unbelieve' that because it was similar to a religious experience. The following several days I changed my life around to start getting more yoga and less kung-fu. I had the bliss of understanding, and while that faded the understanding never did. Current Music: Oliver Shanti May 4th, 200807:22 am: PK Party
Well, now I can say I am truly Californian. Last night, I hosted a PK party. We had a woman who had done over sixty of these parties come over, a NASA Ames Research Center physicist, and she taught us about bending spoons with the power of the mind. I sat between two highly skeptical people, one a student and the other a professor of psychology. Both of them were bending spoons before me. I doubt I'll be collecting money from the Magnificent Randi. I can't seem to do it now that everyone is gone. There is something about group synergy and belief system alteration that makes it work. As to the physics of it, I'd say it was simply kinetic energy going into the spoon bending until two people started being able to bend the bowl of the spoon with a single finger. We're talking flattening the bowl of a spoon and bending it in half. When we tried to brute force it on a spoon from the same flatware set, pliars and a hammer didn't do as well as the single finger. I won't say I'm a believer in PK energy, but I am now a believer in group dynamics and how belief alterations can lead to reality alterations. I definitely want to do this again and I definitely think I need to invite more skeptics and educated people to help out. I'd say about half of these people came in already believing in things like UFOs and psychic powers so the next crowd I'd like more skeptics and engineers. Tags: mental powers, pk party, spoon, x-men
April 18th, 200806:31 am: Satori
I achieved the 'enlightenment' talked about in Zen koans and Buddhist writings. I don't really know what to say except it is unimaginable bliss and your awareness of everything increases as you learn to let go of the things that block your path. Letting go includes releasing anger, because you can't forgive someone until you've stopped being angry at them. The most incredible thing is that I became aware of two more chakras. My foot chakra(chakra zero) and my eighth chakra. I'm barely even aware of them despite a long and fruitful yoga practice. But this insight was something I can barely even verify, but it was essential to my opening up: The zero chakra is only three colors and it connects us to the planet. The eighth chakra is above our head and it holds our soul contracts. I had to reach into it in order to release my anger at those who were contractually obligated to teach me a lesson through being an enemy. That is where that thing people like to call 'karma' is stored, but I don't really like to call it that. I felt like it was more that we all make and keep contracts with souls we choose in an extended 'spiritual' family. These contracts are kept in our eighth chakra and in there is where this 'karma' plays out in our lives. Some of us have been under these soul contracts so long that we accept it as 'fate' or 'divine will' that we get fucked over. As I reached into the eighth chakra, the ninth, which has been dormant on me for a long time, began to activate and my souls contents became available to me. In that moment, I feel like I attained the 'enlightenment'. I understood everything, I felt purpose and power, I could answer any question with the deepest wisdom. For the rest of the day, I continued to experience new insight and I processed out what was happening to me. I now know what those monks mean when they experience "love and compassion for all living beings". It's not just some mantra or something they're saying. I FEEL it. It's amazing. Hating people is far too much effort now that this firehose is on, and flowing so tremendously. I understand that we're all here for the same reasons and that despite the illusions some of us choose, they are all serving a purpose to create a better place. I understand that this world isn't flying apart, it's getting better. Never before in history could we support so many humans doing so many creative things to further the species. Never before have we been so interconnected and aware of each other. Wonderful new things are appearing on the horizon, and only the pessimists will get stuck in the mire of politics and dogma, feeling like they need to control where things are headed. I am in love with this world, and also, the moment I fell in love, I understood that I could leave it. I believe that the biggest fear that holds us back from attaining this level of insight is that we are still caught in the planet. We have a fear of leaving the planet, manifesting in a fear of death. Somehow that fear dissipated in me and I now understand that what happened is the process of my bigger journey. I'm now going to learn to open all my chakras and hopefully understand what it means to achieve ascension, which seems to be the next goal after enlightenment. I had spent a few days trying to figure out how to talk about this. I don't want to seem like I'm bragging, but I am, I'm proud of myself for finding this, for attaining this. But even more, I'm happy to know that I found a path that truly works and I want to bring as many as are interested along for the ride. Current Music: The sound of the universe , enlightenment, first time
April 11th, 200806:08 am: The ACLU
I look forward to being very generous to them this year... When I was younger, I grew up with fundamentalist parents that called them the "American Communist and Lesbians Union" and I took that to be a negative thing. Thing is, they pretty much have my back on most of my ideals. I wanted to share this email I got from them recently, it's just the kind of whispering campaign I like.
Tags: aclu, politics
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