Reincarnation Alert Number One

Cat, It would be nice if you were closer. I would set up a quiet “Reading Spot” for you in the “White bedroom” with your pick of a teal or a mauve wing chair. In the summer with window open, the sweet breeze and the sound of the trickling water of the pond comes in. Misha would inevitably come into the room, and squeak-meow for reassurance that she is divine and desirably cute and cuddly. Wouldn't you love to know how to reupholster and refinish furniture? Quality is hard to find these days of fake and artificial everything. Young people generally no longer even know that there is such a thing as the “real thing”. All they have experienced is artificial life lived on top of a crumbling mountain of artificial throw-away everything. I remember seeing the first “you assemble” cut rate cheapo crap in the mid 60’s. Who would think that someday that the stage set of “The Private Life of John and Jane Q. Public” would be dressed with heaps of cheap worthless throw away shit? Reincarnation Alert: As one keeps being sent back here from time to time, and one measures the current vibration associated with the point of time of your return, one shudders to see the continuing acceleration of chaos and disintegration. When I am in public (like yesterday in Auburn), I see ever increasing quiet panic and desperation upon the young people’s faces. Desperation reigns as they nervously and compulsively twiddle with their iPhones, hoping that someone/anyone has sent them any sort of acknowledgement, proving that they exist – and giving their ego and soul a tiny fix to get them though the next 10 minutes of unease. Oh, MUST I return back to a future chapter in this disaster epic story line? Think: Desiree Sasha Johnson, borned April 18, 2088 @ Jackson Hospital, Montgomery, Alabama. Her biggest chore will be to someway, somehow connect her own trail of dots backwards across time and space to connect to me, sitting here in 2010, in my dining room writing these words. Yes, Desiree, You are me just as I shall be you in your time. Believe it sweet baby girl, you were once a gay Aryan male in a different time and place. So having searched thru the early 21st century archives to find and to read these written words, be assured that you have merely found yourself. End of Reincarnation Alert. I also looked at Thomasville at the store across from Broyhill). If I cannot get the desk in, I will create a desk out of the same line as the wall unit. The fallback plan: do a corner desk, with two extension wings out on each side. Your wing chair will be on the opposite wall. There will be a turquoise tea pot, cups, and saucers in dozens of colours for you to choose from (look in the glass door wing cupboard in the kitchen). I am going to post this onto my blog. It dawned on me that my correspondence, tastefully edited, should be public. Why now? Now that blogging is so incredibly passé, and all the creepy, psychotic, and otherwise profoundly disturbed individuals who haunted the virtual world have all moved on to some other fad (Facebook, Twitter, or to oblivion), it feels safe once again to be open. ============================================== Oy, what a week! I just wish I lived nearby so I could help with any little thing! Little stuff like kitty sitting or cooking something healthy just to make life less frantic. It would make me feel soooo good to contribute towards your well-being. I love that desk and I hope something can be done to make it work! If you discover that you have to move in an entirely new direction, you might find some inspiration from Thomasville. I understand your feelings about quality. I adore solid crafting/construction, real wood or antique items. I rescued a little ladies' swivel rocker from the side of the dumpster because it was an abandoned gem. American made (Best Chairs, Inc.), solid wood frame with high quality pale peach fabric(button-tufted back--NO LOOSE CUSHION FOR THE BACK) and magnificent springs.  A bit dated as to fabric color, to be sure, but that exact same chair design sells for $500 - $600 new. I already know that I will give it away to the right person when the time comes. For now it lives in a quiet corner of our apartment. Know that you are in my prayers, dear one.Sending every extra ounce of love and light your way, Cat Click Other Artists in the Spotlight to see some of her delightful Art Work

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 You can get your big ass bowl of Saturday Night Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox icon. Good Nooze - Pain or no pain, I push, I push, and I push myself. About 5 nights a week. Always on an incredible unearthly high after each time. I am down about 23 lbs. No end in sight to this process. I cannot think of the last time I had such titanium resolve and determination. This is all part of the fulfillment of my destiny and purpose connected to this life. Most people live and die a life never pondering why they were here. Others come to this world for its big screen TV’s, tricked out toys and vehicles, and endless opportunities for kicking back and watching entertainment. Finally, there are the rare individuals who are hand chosen from the beginning for an intangible and abstract calling. I know why I am here. Do you reading this know why you are here? So I go to my closet tonight where I had some pants that were close to fitting. Four pairs are already too large, so from the closet to the discard pile they went. The person, who owned and wore them, has died. I have assumed ownership of own his house, his relationships, his career, his body, and his entire life now. I am rapidly making the most of it. Anything I do not like - will be changed. Anything I do not want or need - will be discarded. Anything I need that I find I do not have - will be earned and secured through hard work. Negative or crazy people – go elsewhere. Friends/Family suffering the negativity wallows (like a hippo stuck in a voluminous mud hole), or the crazies (and remember, “crazy” includes all forms of irrationality and suspension of reality) go into the freezer for later thawing. Continuing in the closet that I now own, I found a pair of khaki pants that I liked, but they do not quite fit. No problem. Will check them again in 3 or 4 weeks. I found a pair that almost fit, but need a button sewed on, so started that pile. I found a faded chocolate pair that fit like a glove now. I will wear tomorrow to work for my infamous high energy Thursday Morning Meeting (I do the equivalent stand-up comedy some weeks). It now has 18 people in it. I tried on a faded blue pull over that I have not worn in four years that fits perfectly now. I will wear that tomorrow, too. I have tons of clothes to explore this year. Some I have never worn (did not fit when I bought them). Despite the fact that I gave away a TON of great stuff (some w/tags) last December, I am happy as I know someone is happy somewhere. So I decided that I may be going to San Antonio this April. Work related. Not fully reimbursed, but the out of pocket (could be 2 grand) will be tax deductable as a 100% work related expense. Hot and dry in April sounds GREAT to me. Will buy a new camera for that. Need to find someone to feed my cats for a few days. But the big budget in the sky my preclude my doing this. Well, must start cranking down and think about sleeping soon. You all take care and "Hang on to yourself" - Me.