Wednesday, August 7, 2013


In remembrance of Brie and her chicks

From Freeacre

Remember the Deteriorata from National Lampoon back in the day? Here's a link:

It reads like this:


(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Deteriorata, Deteriorata)
Go placidly amidst the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself; and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss - and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted, that in the face of all irridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you... That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the seas of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love, therefore, it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: the birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311, ask for Ken. Take heart in the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee.
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP!
(You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
Whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.)
It was going through my mind a few nights ago as I was falling asleep. I had to laugh.
Actually, it is a parody of an earlier poem entitled "Desiderata." Read this one and feel which one feels better to you.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.
© Max Ehrmann 1927

Two different takes on the same situation. There are many more. Everyone connects the mental dots in different ways for themselves. We pick and choose which facts we focus on - which things to make "figure" and which we make "ground". Sometimes we make decisions before we even consciously know what we are doing. So, we don't even know we have a choice, unless we really work on our consciousness.

Lately, I've been obsessed by the escalating doom scenarios that are currently on the net. Beginning, more of less, with the Gary McPhereson methane release doom featured on Carolyn Baker's site, Speaking Truth to Power. He writes of NTE - Near Term Extinction due to the methane being released from perma-frost areas on land and under the ocean. Greenland ice is melting, accelerated by the grime in the air wafting in from pollution in China. This is info is backed up on Survival Aces site.

Then there is the lamestream media - all these breathless, gossipy warnings about potential imminent danger from terrorists. What's REALLY going on? More distractions from outrageous things that the government is doing? Probably. Another false flag event to have people begging for whatever liberties they have left to be sacrificed? Maybe.

Then, there's the space and fringe news. Our Sun is a binary star whose partner appears every 3,500 years or so and wipes out just about everything. This has happened at least five times before, which is why other civilizations built lasting structures (like the pyramids) to warn us of disaster. Our civilization, on the other hand, has built nuclear power plants all over the world. So, when the grid goes down, and the pumps stop working, the nuclear rods and waste will be uncontainable, melt down, and kill all life on this planet. Oh, yeah, and the sister star is within our solar system now and is coming with seven planets and a bunch of debris which has been arriving for awhile now in the form of meteors. Predicted to happen between August 11 and November sometime. Of course there is also comet ISON arriving around the same time...

Or, increasing activity of UFO sightings, strange noises, sinkholes, disclosures, NASA whistle-blowers, fish and animal die-offs. Nice round-ups most days on my buddy, Andre Heathe's site -

So, you know, this has led to an increase in my personal anxiety. I occurs to me, though, that I have obsessed about death and possible disaster much of my life. Started as a kid when I was playing with a Ouija board and it said that I would die before I turned eighteen. I spent the night before my birthday fearing that I would die. Didn't happen. So, am I a wingnut, or perhaps one who has wisps of past life death memories? Don't know. I just know it has compelled me to prepare. And, I am glad that I have.

Personally, I am happy with this incarnation and I go to bed grateful for each day. And, at the same time, I am looking forward to my next experience. I have a kind of "Cloud Atlas" stance. But, the idea of young people and friends biting the dust is a very painful thought for me. I have not reached a state of acceptance on that one yet. And, I have also not released my anger at those who have caused this predicament due to greed and short-sightedness.

ON THE OTHER HAND, I am finding this time to be the culmination of my hopes and dreams. I find myself living the life I had envisioned for myself as a young woman. I have recognized where the choices I made made the transition take a lot longer, but at least I'm here now. I realize that there is more to work with than the thoughts in my head. Our hearts and our digestive system also have a sort of brain or nervous system. They also are for guiding our experience and increasing our awareness. It's where we recognize beauty and love, friendship, loyalty, courage, and Spirit. It is what makes life worth living in the first place. And, joyfully, I am beginning to appreciate it.

The Trout Clan is a real important piece of my life. I was not thinking with my whole self when I wrote in the last post about pulling up the stakes dousing the campfire. At this point, unless the grid goes down, we'll stay up. You guys keep me in touch with my heart and gut as well as my head. I honor you, and I am grateful.

Mimi turned me onto a poem by a Lakota poet:

Hozhoji, Hozho...
I walk in beauty...let beauty find me this that as I go about that I walk in beauty...that it finds me, that there is beauty before me, and that it follows me....that there is beauty to the left of the right of me....that there is beauty above me and below me...and so it is a new day and I must find the beauty in it...hozhgo nahasdlii...hozhogo nahasdlii.


See what I mean?