I’m still going to be writing my esoteric blog- starting up again this Monday. It’s at
I don’t live in this world much so I don’t like writing about it. It’s not my world. I live in the Devic Realm (when they let me) and wherever the ship of mind might take me.
I just don’t want to write about politics and the swirling darkness of the world. It makes me feel like a crime reporter- which maybe I am in part; witness the re-release of my novel- The Dark Splendor, located here
The Dark Splendor
It’s an occult thriller with some fair amount of crime; sort of Siddhartha and Hannibal Lecter taking a walk to grandmother’s house. But we don’t always have to act on the things we might have a potential for
And I do music
911 was an Inside Job
So, if you want to know what I’m doing you can check in at those locations; I think anyone who likes a good thriller and is interested in the magical end of things, as they REALLY DO apply to the world we live in, will like the book.
I’m putting this out here because I was knocked back by all the heartfelt letters and comments here at this site. We might even get together, you and I, one of these days, somewhere in Europe, or... anywhere but the US- so, if that sort of thing intrigues you let’s take this formerly unknown relationship and see if it doesn’t find us- via satellite hookup- having a drink on my terrace one of these days.
Dark days are coming and I plan on watching it through field glasses from a less visible location, nestled in among the grasses of a high, yellowed hill- surf pounding below and the sound of guns thundering on the turf above Watership Down. But I’m not negative; I’ve just seen this before. I’ve seen it in history books and other lifetimes and I know it has to run its course. You get enough stupid people together and the results are predictable. It’s a fait accompli when the leaders are stupid too.
It was a spine trembler for me to find how similar our thoughts are. To quote Mowgli from The Jungle Book; “we be of one blood, you and I.” I’m a Utopian in a world of Dystopia. Some of you are too.
Whether I’m here and you’re there- or whether there really is only one mind, or whether it’s just a bunch of meat puppets with 'real' separate identities is not something I want to argue about. I don’t like arguing anyway. It usually means you have missed the point. And what the point is... is not a possibility for discussion. To discuss it you have to step outside of it; then you’ve missed the point.
I want to thank all of you for having supported my efforts to write here- for giving me the sense that honesty and intelligence haven’t altogether disappeared. I want to thank you for making me feel like I missed something for never having met you. I don’t ever feel alone because I never am alone; something I won’t get into here- but, in the commonly understood sense, I am probably more alone more often than anyone I know and it makes my day to know that you are out there and that we collectively and independently work on the same ideal of liberty and universal justice... in the way we think and act and in whatever private moments of faith and endurance we may experience... and not be found wanting.
This last week has been great and I believe that what I have heard, since I said I was leaving off on this site, has played no small part in that.
I make some people’s skin crawl. It’s nice to know it’s not the only effect I have.
It may be darker than an empty closet in Cheney’s head right now but I’m watching the sky get light in the East. So are you. While we are metaphorically huddled (wherever that may be) around some fifty gallon drum full of burning rubbish- rubbing our hands together and maybe catching each others eyes now and again, shrugging and smiling too, with the knowledge that, at least, we’re not going to wind up in a much larger barrel full of flames... well... it’s got to feel good.
I remember a scene in the Lord of the Rings (the book, not the movie), where Bilbo is saying to Frodo something about how you got to watch yourself, because the road that runs in front of his door runs everywhere, even to the gates of Mordor; how the road can just sweep you up... and so on and so on.
Probably shouldn’t have written this. I’ll never be able to say what I want to say. The good part is that you know what I mean, so... I’ll leave this as my parting shot here.
It’s a long road timewise; distance wise it may be no distance at all, but time and experience-wise, it’s a long road. Everything is under control and everything works out. I don’t want to sling shit; be filled with righteous anger, exercise my inner Savonarola, or be any kind of a social reformer/failed painter who wound up well down that road somewhere. I want to gladden the space I’m in and learn better how to do that.
You’ve reaffirmed my faith in humanity AND my faith in myself. I want you to remember that we may well meet further on down or up this road and that that is something we can each look forward to.
It feels better to have written this. I’ll leave you with a song that I think is a fitting expression of what I was really trying to say and with the hope that we’ll stay in touch or one day meet on the banks of the mighty Serendipity where there won’t be a dry eye in the house. God bless you all.
About this song (pops up)