Who has the authority to tell you how to live? You do.

I think it is a parents duty to educate their children on subjects such as the law. To be ignorant of the fundamentals of how a the Government you live in is SUPPOSED to work is a confusing way to live. You don't know how or why some people have authority to tell you how to live your life, other than they "work" for some governing agency.
With no clear understanding of how law SHOULD protect you from the ABUSES of authority you have no protection and may simply accept much unlawful abuse unknowingly.

Who has the authority to tell you how to live? You do.

Terence, my friend, does anything scare you?

MCKENNA: Madness. People always ask, "Will I die on drug A, B, or C?" That's the wrong question. Of course you can die, but what is at risk is your sanity, because it seems as though the deconstruction of reality has no bottom, and you can just move out into these places. I worry about not being able to contextualize these things, losing the thread allowing me to return to the human community. We're trying to build bridges here, not just sail off.

-Terence McKenna Interview by OMNI Magazine, May 1993

Madness. I concur.
Like the stories of travelers who return home to loved ones who no longer recognize them. I have harbored the fear that the things that I might learn would change me. How such a fear could also be among my greatest hopes is a perfect fire for the heart of change. Mutablilty as Shelley says is all there will ever be.
Seek that deep, abiding changeless Love and hold tight to it as you explore the limitless journey and fear not. We are all mad here.

Dyslexic mystic

pug1

The Pug endlessly brings me toys and sets them at my feet. Could her whole thought patterns revolve one common goal.. one massive obsession...one and only one thing... Chanting in the background of her thoughts like a Roman Colosseum shouting for DEATH!!! "THROW! THROW! THROW! THROW!!" This is what it might be like.. to be a Pug.

if

'If'

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

'And Death shall have no Dominion' - Dylan Thomas

In from the fuzzy.

I am only as focused as my thoughts. Sometimes I get a little fuzzy around the edges. Sometimes I am a vaporous cloud blown by every curious wind. I think that perhaps my focus is cyclical, moving in and out of focus, an orbiting body whose gravity bends reality just enough to bring my thoughts into a burning pinpoint of fire. I do notice a little discipline goes a long way. Be it a physical, mental or spiritual one. We must build solid practices into our lives. Our life is our art, learn the beautiful patterns and create create create....

DysMysed

flowery dream

The flowery dream starts in a rocking boat. Strange how all journeys must have a beginning, but they tend to get lost in the whole of the adventure. Looking everywhere for your keys.. the 3rd time you come back to the house to get something for the baby. :)
Most trips have a rocking boat when you first plant your foot on the wet swollen wood of the dingy. Just reach for the the divine solid teak of your mother ship and all will go according to the eternal laws that have begot us all.
Thats when the music starts and goes all day long.

DysMysed

We all have the ability to create patterns.

(I am, am I) getting back into the writing habit...
Today a day of music. I was recalling my first days in band at school. I chose a trumpet because my uncle had one. I soon moved to baritone. Then to percussion, where I found my home.
I believe Percussion plays a large role in the way that I perceive reality. I tend to look for cyclical patterns and rhythms in everything. Like looking for the Golden ratio. It is intricately woven throughout my own personal cosmology. I love trying new musical instruments simply because of all the new patterns there are to try out. We all have the ability to create patterns out of sounds for communication. Good music is good communication.
I think there is a lot of power in that idea.

We all have the ability to create patterns.

rhythms and patterns...snrettap dna smhtyhr
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DysMysed

So much so much so much so much...

Whenever I ponder adding more information/opinions/thoughts to the great growing expanse of digital data that flows on like the mighty solar winds, I wonder what it is I have to contribute. Besides massive amounts of unedited fiddle faddle.
I think that in the light of contribution vs. creation. I fall into the creation side. Which is nice and frees me from having to think about what exactly I have someone else might need or want.
That being typed... I am going to concede that this blog is more for me than them and just let go.

Let go and fall childlike off the bed of safety and into the diaper covered floor of life. You will know its birth by the screaming.

DysMysed