Saturday Night Soup (38)
  The best place to hide something is to place it in plain sight Years ago someone told me that I was a Buddhist, but did not yet know it. They said this because of a very specific dream that I told them of, that I had back in November 1999. The dream basically encompassed the whole of space and of time. And yes, it was a dark and stormy November night when I had the dream. In this dream, I was standing in a void in outer space, with the presence of an all knowing sentient intelligence beside me - the only way to describe it in conventional terms is that this was God - God had no conventional body - well, he did, and he didn't. There was a duality to his form. Sort of a fuzzy glow of being and presence. Hard to explain (you would have had to have been there). He was showing me all that ever was, all that is, and ever will be, until the very end of time itself. In the infinite distances of the void there was a soft fuzzy white glow a trillion times a trillion light years away. In that glow, all that ever was, is, and will be existed all at once in a singularity. And me, my tiny life, all I ever did from birth to death, was in that glow, and was so infinitely small a part of it as to be smaller that one atom is to the entire universe. I awoke horrified in the middle of the night. It scared me and seemed to have been a nightmare. The next morning as I awoke, I recalled the dream. A great comfort overtook me as I lay in bed. In my infinite smallness, there was also the clear sense that I am also an absolutely unique point of singularity in the whole of creation. No other point of intelligence is me. And at that realization, I was no longer a Christian -- as the label is understood by the increasingly cult Christianity minded people who dominate the American religious establishment. That is , I went to bed as one person and awoke the next morning transformed into quite a different person. I have a sense that Religion is a great thing, as it can bring you closer to truth. But there comes a time when it begins to restrain you from further progression on this path, much like a dog tethered to a rope of a certain length. Now days, I am forever trying to escape each and every rope that is bound to me, so that I might progress as far as I can in this life. And that includes those ropes that I myself fashioned and attached to myself. We all know that our own ropes can be the most difficult ones of all to discover, and to remove. And like all wise people, the more I learn, the more I realize that I have yet to know. The appears to be infinite opportunities for learning! This blog post would threaten some of my cultishly brittle and fragile friends, and bore most of the others to tears. See Luke 4:24 for what I am alluding to. 1. Big Barn Bed - In Soup # 34, I featured the musical section which closes this important 1973 career restoring LP by ex-Beatle Paul McCartney. This time, I feature the opening track from the Wings LP Red Rose Speedway. As I said before, this is the moment where Paul got his mojo back, following the deep depression he sank into following the demise of the Beatles.  This is a kick ass soaring track, great drums (Denny Seiwell), bass (Paul, of course), a surprising acoustic guitar (Denny Laine) which adds an air of lightness, and the most delicious, tasty guitar work by Henry McCullough. And of course there are those soaring vocals which build and build until the end, where Paul tops it off with an electronic piano force de frappe. This is my favorite of all Wings line ups. Coinciding with this release, Paul released a tasty (and at times, delightfully strange) one-hour television show titled James Paul McCartney. The opening of the show featured a live performance of Big Barn Bed which you can watch below. music says it all, making words unnecessary. 2. Creepin - to be continued 3. Dr. Jimmy - to be continued 4. The Rock - to be continued 5. Love, Reign O're Me - to be continued  |
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