Anarchism, Buddhism, Gnosticsm, Bible Study, & Diet
They all fit together somehow. Now that I am drug free, not even taking those damn blood pressure pills anymore. I don’t what is harder to kick prescription meds that are supposed to be good for you or prescription meds that are supposed to control your cravings like methadone. All I know is I am in almost constant pain, but that reminds me of my mortality. And surprisingly it is not so bad. I can flash back into my acid memories anytime I want and have a peak experience if I care to take time to recall exactly what that meant.
I am taking vitamins and trying to eat foods that are good for blood pressure like pears, apple juice, oranges, garlic, bananas, carrots, beets, 70% pure coca dark chocolate, cantaloupe, watermelon, spinach, parsley, fenugreek, anise seeds, avocados, apricots, sweet potatoes, raisins, salmon and sardines. B-complex is good.
Some of my favorites that are not on the list are beans, bread, rice, miso soup, seaweed, dill pickles, ice cream, Danish pastry, pasta, tomatoes, and nuts.
I am not sure where blueberries fit. They are antioxidants. Dandelion coffee, the stuff they used to give us on the spiritual commune instead of real coffee is good for the circulation. Who would have thought. Something called angelica root is good and camomile tea. I discovered that the other night when I could not sleep and drank a cup. I was groggy for hours.
My dreams have been especially vivid lately. I remember them and write about them to my friends in emails. Mostly they are about anarchism and a little about spirituality. I am on a bible reading project. Reading every even numbered book in the bible and then all the odd numbered ones. I read the evens in a catholic bible and odds in a Masonic one. I am on my third even book Joshua, after reading Exodus and Numbers. The story that stands out most in my mind is that of Balaam and the talking ass.
It seems the Midianites wanted the prophet of the lord Balaam to put a curse on the Israelites. When he was riding his donkey to them an angel came to block the way and the ass saw the angel and refused to move, but Balaam beat the beast thinking it was being stubborn. This happened three times before the donkey started speaking. The Lord loosened his tongue so to speak and he asks Balaam why he is beating him. Balaam says because you are a stubborn ass. The ass says but haven’t I always taken you where you want to go? And then Balaam sees the angel and bows down. It is interesting that the donkey doesn’t say see that angel right in front of your face? He says haven’t I been good to you all along. In other words trust me, I am your faithful donkey and if I stop and won’t go no matter how much you beat me you better pay attention. That is a great tale. Our bodies are our donkeys and when the refuse to go when we beat them, perhaps it is because there is a reason. I have decided to pay attention to my donkey before its legs collapse from overwork.
So I am looking for a new home. I want to find a place where my cost of living is lower and I don’t have to work so hard just to get by. I am thinking Mexico. But to live there I have to have a way to get enough income to get by. Places like San Miguel de Allende, like where my buddy Jack lives is probably too expensive. I am thinking maybe some little fishing village out of the way somewhere in the Baja. Anybody got any suggestions? I was thinking India but I am afraid India now is not the place it once was, a tropical paradise where the only sound at night was the chanting of the Brahmins and the howling of the wild dogs. It has become part of the grid and is enmeshed in the electronic computerized gulag we live in now. I need to find real remoteness without having to deal with icebergs and penguins.
How about that earthquake in Chile? 8.8 that is big. We even had a tsunami watch here in southern California. It seems that the world is one big bowl of jell-o and we mere mortals had better get on our roller skates because we are in for a wild ride.
That brings me to Buddhism. Here we have a religion that is designed for disaster. It says life is suffering and the goal is to escape the wheel of karma that keeps us chained to our desires and the suffering desire entails or something like that. It seems that if we can remain calm and collected when all around us is upheaval, well that might be useful. Anyway I am thinking of checking out the nearest temple. It is a Tibetan one. I would have thought with all the Cambodians around here it would have been one of theirs.
All these dreams about Anarchism. I am thinking I should go to San Francisco and see my son, my old friends Mark, Mitchell and I understand Jory and Dean will be there. I good time is guaranteed for all, well as good as it gets for middle-aged anarchists.
Tomorrow is the Holi festival. The day of colors in India. Happy Holi people. Get wet but not too wet. I mean don’t get carried away in the tsunami without your board. Surfs up dudes and dudettes. Better get ready for Ted Kaczynski world.
Tags: Anarchist Dreams, Baalam and the Talking Ass, Buddhism, Chilean Quake, Holi