From Freeacre
Remember the Deteriorata from National
Lampoon back in the day? Here's a link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ey6ugTmCYMk
It reads like this:
Deteriorata
(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.
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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 - CelestialConvergence.com.
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:
I walk in beauty...let beauty find me this day...so 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 me....to 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?
