What the Heck, Living La Vida Broke-ah…
It seems that the postings that get comments are the ones that discuss personal matters. I wrote a very personal post yesterday but then I deleted it. It was just an ego trip and I am not about that. I am about trying to understand the world not advertising my own personal peccadilloes.
But basicly I am begining to loose interest in this. My personal life is boring and my past is too racy to post about. The world is not interested in what I have to say about anything and my insights, although I might think they are important, in the broader scheme of things don’t mean much to anyone but myself and I already know what I think.
So it looks like my postings will become less frequent. My addiction to writing about my reactions to the world on a daily basis has no significance other than as a minor ego gratification or perhaps a means of killing time so I don’t go out and get myself in some kind of trouble.
Obama got the Nobel peace prize. I don’t know what for? If it was just because he got as far as he did in a country that is still racist, I guess that means something. But really, so far all he has accomplished is the notable goal of a Black man getting elected president. Better than going to jail or working at some boring job. But in terms of accomplishments the only thing he can say he has done is not to be George Bush. I am not sure if that counts as an accomplishment. After all George Bush was born that way.
Some kid next door is practicing the trumpet. That is something pretty close to the sound of fingernails being scraped across a blackboard. I sure hope that kid gives it up or gets good at it because one of these days I am going over there an tell him to turn it off if he doesn’t. It makes it hard to think. That and the roomate constantly watching soap operas. I don’t know which is worse. Mindless TV babble or the sound of a sad elephant in heat…. This is what I don’t like about being drug free. I notice all the irritating urban noises that I wouldn’t pay attention to if I had enough of some pain killer inside me. I guess the only solution is to become a wealthy suburbanite. Not happening. Not unless someone decides they want to subsidise my writing program. Ah great one of the neighbors is telling that kid to shut up. No such luck, they were just yelling at the dog or something.
Bitch moan, etc. Middle age is a drag… so what else don’t I know? I saw this coming decades ago. I had hoped I wouldn’t live this long. You know burn bright and burn out early. I guess I didn’t try hard enough.
Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the publication of Naked Lunch. I really got off on that. Wrote a long drug flash back sort of piece. I hope you missed it. I woke up and deleted it this morning. Self indulgent crap.
A friend sent me a story about the great book of psychosis of Carl Jung that was locked up in a bank vault for decades. Apparently it is pretty good. I have always been a believer in the collective unconsciousness. That vast sea of dreams and imagery. But if that were true then why don’t I have the insights of an Einstein or a Gandhi or even of a Hitler? The Chakras not open enough? Chakras are wheels in Sanskrit, the language of the Vedas, the sacred Indian literature. I tried to learn it. I am not good at languages.
I don’t know, I spent years trying to uncondition my mind. I was thoroughly convinced that the human mind simply needed to be unburdened of the bad programing induced by a misguided education system that was busy cramming misinformation into our brains instead of inducing us to remember what was already there. The vast stores of racial memory that is supposed to lie directly beneath the surface of this wonderful brain. Is it true? I have my doubts. Perhaps we each have access to nodes, bits of random genetic materials that we picked up over generations of births. But of that was true then the majority of what was there would be ape memories and before that lower mammal, reptilian, and millions of single cell memories. Where is all that?
The birth trauma is supposed to be so severe that it wipes out the memories of past lives. I have had a few memories from other lives. Being with Moses waiting for him to give the word to go ahead and attack the people worshiping the golden calf is about the only thing I remember specifically. But how do I know that is real? How do you grab a tape loop from a previous life and determine that it is my personal tape. Or even if it is real. It might be a scene from a movie I saw when I was three or something. And what is with that not being able to remember early childhood? Was it that bad?
No, we are either subject to massive amounts of amnesia or there is simply no there there. We are like Oakland.
Anyway the new Stargate Series Universe is coming on and I finally have a reason to watch the SciFy channel again. I had given up on it when Battle Star Galactica ended (not the old seventies bad production values one). I had given up on it before when Farscape was taken off the air. Perhaps I will find something interesting to do again on a Friday night but until then, I am stuck in the middle of America and at least I have a new series to watch. My own version of a soap opera. What do they call these things, Space Westerns? I am not very interesting tonight. Where is my girlfriend? If she doesn’t come back soon I am going to have to create a new life.
I assume everyone knows about the I Ching and the Vedas and Hinduism and Taoism and what Chakras are and the different theories of educational theory. This is all stuff I read about in high school. But if you don’t know and are interested I could devote a posting to theories of the basic meaning of life. Sort of a mini Monty Python sort of thing if you like. Anyway I am done for today.
Tags: Blocked Chakras. Where Is My Collective Unconscious?, Gary Rumor Low Energy