Given the Gibbon
the monkey-brain and i
It is only with hindsight that I can see myself. The monkey-brain handles the details while I swim for my life in the river of the eternal moment
Icarus Unfrocked Wizard Flyby
Today I will see the world, just as it is. Today I will accept the world, just as it is.
Today I will see that others have feelings, interests, and experiences. Today I will accept that others are just like me.
Today I will see that others recognize our shared experiences. Today I will accept that that others are just like me.
Today I will see that others are divine spirits. Today I will accept that other spirits are just like me.
In 1973, at 22, a visit to a physic fair led to a one year training course with the Church of Divine Man who taught me to meditate with a rose and to read people with my eyes closed. With only three weeks weeks left in the training, I quit the program . Part of a pattern of Meditation, Growth, Development followed by sudden reversal creating a series of born-again beliefs and multiple identities.
I tried leaping from rock to rock in the river but like Sisyphus, just short of the shore I would fall back into the raging waters. I learn to swim but there was always another rock. Another stunning blow to my intentions.
Today at 70, I feel like a flank stake, pounded into transparency and ready for the skillet, hoping to be consumed for my delicious taste and energy, allowing my physical elements to be returned to my spirit as a series of breadcrumbs across the Tardis horizon.
Icarus Mars Rock Flyby