Seven? With one towel and lip gloss?….

Ffolkes,
Despite the heat, we stayed inside the camouflaged brush hut, peering out through the firing holes to observe the surrounding forest. A clearing opened to view, about 20 feet away to the east, at the edge of a thick copse of ironwood trees. Nothing moved, in the trees, or the clearing, though the cries and screeches of many birds and animals punctuated the air of the otherwise silent forest.

As I gazed out into the clearing, sweat rolled down my back and sides, but was insufficient to stifle my excitement. Soon, if we were lucky enough to have picked the right path to watch, I would have the honor and glory of bagging the very first trophy head, the very first time one of the world’s most elusive, vicious, and fearsome beasts would be brought down in their wild state. Nothing would keep me from bagging my very own feral politician…. or even better, one of its pack mates, a ruffle-crested preacher…..

Well, one can dream, can’t one? This is the type of dream I’ve been having of late, just before waking up. I don’t know whether it is a good thing or not, but it’s a good feeling in the dreams when I bring one of those suckers down…. and goodness knows the ranks of both preachers and politicians could use some thinning. The herds they gather in are getting kind of extensive, and before you know it, they’ll be infesting our neighborhoods. Can’t let that happen; they’re already too much of a nuisance in the world, and should be eliminated just like any pest that brings disease and death along with it……

Now imagine me saying that in Ricardo Montalban’s voice, or James Earl Jones’….. Sounds more impressive doesn’t it? Funny how things are… Since I really don’t have much more to say here in the intro, perhaps we’d best just get on with it…. Probably for the best…. shall we Pearl?
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The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

William Blake

I find this to be an intriguing piece, and can relate to the emotions he evokes, at least the part on aging. I thought it might be nice to begin with a classic, rather than ending, and I was write…..
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If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies,
And they are fools who roam.
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
— Nathaniel Cotton (1707-1788) — The Fireside, Stanza 3

I am beginning to think it is a poetry day. I like this particular piece, as it drives home a point common in Eastern religions, that happiness lies within one’s self, not in the outer world. Mr. Cotton here also expresses another part of that viewpoint that he shared with Emerson and Thoreau, that travel is not necessarily beneficial.

While I see the point to which they refer, I cannot agree with that assessment, as I happen to believe that traveling the world, while not necessary to being happy, can be a very good path to finding it within ourselves. The experience we gain from traveling teaches us about how we deal with the world, and self-knowledge is the true path to the happiness within….

The secret is to not travel simply for the purpose of seeking happiness, to pay heed to the old saying,Ā  “it is better to journey than to arrive.”Ā  As the poem, and many sages throughout the ages have noted, true happiness is not found in the world, so going about looking there for it is a waste of time and energy. But, I disagree with the above that it cannot be found there; if it is within us, then it is still there, whether we are at home or abroad.

The trick is to use the journey to learn about one’s self, thus finding within the self all that is needed to be happy. This knowledge can only enhance the experience gained in dealing with different parts of the world, and to my mind, makes the happiness all the sweeter….

I mean, really, would you rather be happy at home, finding the pleasure in simple chores, or would you rather be in Dublin in a centuries old pub, singing drinking songs, and finding new ways to live happily?…. Maybe it’s just me, but I’ll take the pub, every time…..
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“Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.” — Genesis 1:28

Is it any wonder that our society is falling apart? Given the above, I think that any doubts one may have about who and/or what is responsible for the mess in which we find ourselves are pretty well dispelled. This decree of Entitlement is taken seriously by every priest, every preacher, and every politician who ever trod American soil (the phenomenon is world-wide, but for now let’s just concern ourselves with our problems here at home….). Did you ever hear a clearer statement of justification for hatred, bigotry, and prejudice? If you can answer yes, I’d be interested in hearing it, as this is just about as clear an expression of elitism as any I’ve ever heard….

Perhaps it is just me, but I find this to be disgusting. It is a clearly false assumption, based entirely on hearsay that was uttered by men who wanted to have control over others, and wanted to establish in the minds of those others the idea that God gave them the right to do so. I’m not sure just how they got everyone to believe them, to buy into the delusion, as it seems completely obvious to me that it is a lie of major proportion.

But, they did, and for well over two millennia this idea of Mankind being the Lords of Creation has led us down a primrose path, straight to the edge of extinction…. The efforts of sages, philosophers, and clear-thinkers throughout the ages has not been sufficient to convince the majority of Mankind that our entire societal make-up is based on a lie, in spite of the simple fact that it is true….

As long as the majority of people in this country, or any other, for that matter, accept this lie, this entitlement, then the changes necessary to survival for our species are never going to happen. This sort of separation from the remainder of the Circle of Life is what will keep us from ever becoming part of that Circle. Our species will not survive, if we do not choose to join the rest of reality; we cannot survive alone, and every action taken to divide us from the other inhabitants of Earth pushes us further down the path to extinction.

It pisses me off no end to know that this inevitable end is all because the majority chooses to embrace a lie, a delusion, rather than having the courage to face the universe as we are….
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What we have here is as close to a “normal” Pearl as it gets, considering how little “normal” has to do with this process. I’m letting it fly as it is, though both of the above ranting sections could easily be expanded; my ranting chops are a little stiff this morning, though, so they will have to do…. Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..


Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.

gigoid

Dozer

Kowabunga!

21 thoughts on “Seven? With one towel and lip gloss?….

  1. Ah, so much to smile about here…from the TITLE itself!…to the “feral politician” and his partner, the “ruffle-crested preacher.” Really, can I just laugh now??? :-) And then we move on to the voices of Ricardo Montalban and James Earl Jones. Sorry, I REALLY just have to laugh now. lol! Thanks for the poetry my friend, and for reminding us again of what the Circle of Life is supposed to be about. At least some of us get it…but obviously, not enough of us to make the difference that needs to be made. That’s sad to me, but we need to keep trying, hoping, and caring for each other. Have a great day, and watch out for those fearsome beasts!

    • :-) I’m glad it made you laugh; it did that for me when I wrote it, too. I needed that today; the last week has been somewhat of a struggle, emotionally and operationally, due to a bureaucratic bomb that got dropped in my lap with the fuse already half-burned down, and an unexpected visit from a couple of the demons that hide in my sub-conscious. But, it’s almost the weekend, and things will settle soon… I also have something to look forward to tomorrow, and on Monday, so all will reach a balance point…

      I wish there was a way to get my message across to the people who really need to hear it….. SIGH… Hope is about all we have left at this point, and it is fading with time… so I guess it means that we have to appreciate the present as much as we can, while we have it…. And in that light, how about we get together sometime in that Dublin pub for a pint or two, and celebrate while we may?…. Maybe by then, I’ll have bagged my limit, and will have some fine hunting stories to tell…. one can hope, right?…. Take care, my dear, and have a good day….

      • Just keep writing dear friend…because you are doing your part in your most amusing and eloquent manner. Just keep sending the message out there. And when things get better for all of us, I for one will meet you in that Dublin pub and we’ll sing. :-)

  2. Oh…it isn’t the hunting stories to tell, but the trophies one keeps on ones belt…one vetoed signature for each politician, and one silken book marker from a bible for each preacher…how many shades of purple, red, blue, and black can you collect?

    As for the beginning poem. I have one dropped in my mailbox daily, and that one feel into my holy bucket a couple of days ago. Very nice choice.

    Perhaps a youtube video inspiring hope is in order. Instead of the Dublin pub, how about a honky-tonk bar, a slow mechanical bull, a half-glass of wine, and Carol singing karaoke “Somewhere over the Rainbow”? j/k Carol.

          • Sorry, been out, & didn’t see all this…. which seems to have gotten away from y’all.. so, I’ll rescue you… There is a limit to how far a comment thread will carry, and this has reached that limit, so the comment below should be the last…

            I’ve spent more than enough time in places with mechanical bulls in my youth, and much prefer the pub atmosphere…:-)

            Dorothy’s company is only strange when viewed as metaphor; otherwise, I see them as quite mundane….Sorry about the rust, there, myrthryn, but that is the chance you take here…. especially if you make light of Hope. As I said above, it may be ALL we have left, and I don’t like to take it away from anyone…

            Besides, though I think Carol would be well-cast as Dorothy, I think she would be better as Glinda…. :-)

  3. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    I think it would be safe to say Murphy still lives…. Due to circumstances well within his control, I’m up late, and grumpy. Here is a Pearls from about four years ago, that seems to fit the bill for today… I’ll be back tomorrow, ffolkes. Count on it….

    gigoid

  4. Well.. while i often stay in around a 30 mile radius of home..
    today i branch out farther traveling to Casino’s in
    Biloxi and dancing all around the beaches..
    and hmm.. it appears that ‘someone’
    sent me to find some African American Ladies
    in their engagement act.. while a crowd of well off
    caucasian well doer’s honored them at the bottom of a pier
    in sugar white sand while one woman placed the ring on the finger
    of her dear.. Love was in the air.. no.. not lust.. juSt Love.. the lust
    likely already came and went again.. but the atmosphere of Love
    was in the joyous eyes of the total strangers who were tHeir
    relatives too.. in heArt of course like me along with DNA..
    clapping above on the pier.. while the ring was happily
    accepted by the receiving woman who likely had only
    a fraction of the means of dollar amounts of
    the folks above.. however.. truly stinkin’
    rich they aLL were
    iN value of Love
    at that point..
    of humans joining
    eYes oF a promise to hold
    each other iN comfort of human’s
    greaTest gift that iS Love.. WeLL.. i had
    a so-called useless discussion with SOHEIR
    on her website yesterday where i told her how
    dare she suggest i cannot defend my homosexual
    relatives.. little did she know they ARE HER RELATIVES
    TOO.. east or west.. we are all one FUCKING RACE..
    OF human beings… jew or gentile servant or
    free queer no more all one humanity under
    the greaTest most expansive GOD oF
    ALL NATURE FREE.. and ha! no
    need to defend anyone now..
    when ALL IS CELEBRATION
    IN THE NEW ISRAEL NOW
    COMING TO LIGHT WHILE
    THE TRUE SEVENTH SEAL
    IS BROKEN IN THE OLD
    CONFEDERATE SOUTH
    OF MISSISSIPPI WHERE
    THE BACK OF THE FUCKING
    BUS.. IS GOD’S GREAT WHITE
    SANDS OF FREE.. WHERE CHOCOLATE
    AND WHITE TONGUES OF LOVE MIX
    WITH GOD’S DELIGHT IN HUMANITY
    FINALLY FREE.. now Jesus can
    come back and we can live
    happily ever after over
    here in heaven
    and the
    rest can
    enjoy tHeir
    Hell so
    heired
    by tHeir
    own ignorance..
    AWAY FROM THE ONLY
    GOD THAT EXISTS AS NATURE
    ALL THAT iS.. MEANWHILE GOD
    SMILES IN FEARLESS LOVE
    AND STILL LIVES
    IN HELL
    OF FEARFUL
    HATEFUL WAYS
    OF THE DARK AGES
    THAT STILL EXIST IN SMALL
    AND LARGE POCKETS AROUND
    the word.. and sadly over here in
    New Israel and New Jerusalem
    too.. but the real dude Jesus
    hmm.. let’s just call him
    Duke Nukem at
    this point..
    never promised
    a Rose Garden just
    heaven for those who
    could get through
    the whole
    of the needle
    if they trimmed
    down tHeir fear
    and hate.. and to be
    clear that’s not an insult
    to large folks who eat a lot
    as these women were not
    Twiggy style women they
    were baby got butt kinda
    women.. with even more
    to Love with two
    bosom’s to
    gain comfort
    from aS oNe..
    anyway.. who needs
    a sword when ya got
    words and photos as sweet
    and Loving that will be coming
    to my next blog post where the
    big women get hitched in a Love
    bigger that most people who are
    full of fear and hate will ever see..
    and that’s the news
    for now.. as
    just another
    Duke Nukem
    signs off
    from
    the
    online air..
    and God tWinkLes
    iNoW eYes oFaiR..:)

    • l’ll reply here to all 3…

      I also was compelled to comment on SOHEIR’s post; I haven’t received any response to it, from her, or from her friends… which is, in a way, disappointing. I don’t know if you saw it; it’s down the page a ways from your comment.

      I got a bit firm with them, I’m afraid; I’m tired of the hypocrisy of those who blame their own prejudice on their victims, because they feel entitled as a member of their religion…. so, I rather forcefully pointed out their delusions, and shamed them for using ANY reason as justification for abuse or harm….much less one based on delusional beliefs.

      I later added a quote I think you will agree is appropriate….

      None of them has responded to my accusations, so, perhaps they actually listened… Sure they did….

      Any who, nice song/dance today… I really will get to your posts… I’ve been through all the pix now, and am part way through the text; I’ll get there… But, you could slow down just a little, to let me catch up….
      šŸ˜‰

      • Records are scary..
        Before records there was reality..
        Now there is whatever words say
        to hold people in prisons of
        words.. golden
        calves
        of letters..
        fear.. and hate..
        but ah.. fearless
        poeTry aS WeLL..
        but yes.. female
        genital Mutilation..
        institutionalized
        rape and
        prostitution..
        and stoning homosexuals
        for the act of Love with
        what tHeir Nature
        provided way
        dictates
        they do
        with other
        human beings..
        but the good news is times
        are changing.. yes.. we still
        have male circumcision
        over here.. some
        ignorant
        preachers on the radio
        and at most grey haired gospel
        singings folks trying to send tHeir
        brothers and sisters
        to hell..
        but the pArt i
        find as sad as
        all is when some idiot
        says they won’t see thEir
        relative in heaven ’cause
        they Loved someone
        different than
        what they
        do..
        Ignorance is contagious
        but the FACT that freedom
        of Information provides truth
        and liGht now.. online almost
        globAlly and GroWing.. iS
        great and good news..
        except of course
        for censorship..
        but hey..
        there is alWays
        a way to spread greater
        truth and liGht for those
        who keep typing
        and never
        give up..
        and keep
        nuKinG ignorance
        with Truth and liGht…
        When i saw the two black
        ladies today.. in their joyous
        sMiLes and ring of joy
        to be placed
        upon a promise
        of Love.. iT brought
        a tear to my eye of Love
        and the greaTest vindication
        i know and feel for those who
        fear and hate.. over the ignorance
        of words
        that are
        worshipped
        over the REAL
        GOD OF NATURE
        THE ONLY ONE EVER
        NOW THAT EVER WAS
        AS PRESENT
        ALWAYS
        NOW ALL NATURAL
        BUT SURE ALWAYS
        MYSTERIOUS
        WITH MORE
        TO LEARN
        and feel for those
        with eYes of liGht
        aWay
        from
        DArk..
        i Love Life..
        and others do too..
        without exclusions
        aLL inclusive
        humanity..
        nowALL..
        that’s heaven
        enough to me.. friend..
        and so glad i could help
        someone celebrate that today..
        with inspiration to share their story
        oF Love.. iT makes wading through
        all the sludge and shit of ignorance
        worth stocking up on more
        toilet paper
        and paper towels
        to clean it all up..
        in strokes oF
        FREE..
        iN pAinT oF
        Mother Nature Truth and liGht..
        and as alWays no rush to see what
        i do or comment.. and i suppose
        if there is any bad news..
        Winter is my slowest
        historical time
        for creativity..;)
        and iN SpRinG
        i get all lit up.. but
        i have to watch my health
        so.. i am going to continue
        to take plenty of R and R
        breaks off this
        keyboard too..
        but as alWays ALL
        bRings me great inspiration
        away from digital keys as weLL…
        more fuel for the fire…
        and the fingers
        dance
        as flAme
        fearless
        WiTh Love..
        my friend.. gigoid..
        eventuAlly ALL MY
        PEOPLE WiLL bE Free
        or aT lEAst have the opportunity
        to bE Free so let thAT bE written
        so let iT
        bE dOne
        YnoT.. i’M a dreamer
        after aLL iS said and dOne..:)

        • A lot here, about much of which I feel strongly, but, too late today…so, first thought is this;

          My problem, I suppose, is that I can count, and, I count too many. Each soul lost to ignorance weighs down on the progress toward survival for us, I think, and, by my count, there are just way too fucking many for whom intelligence is more of a handicap than an advantage, for it gives them the illusion they understand the world.

          Seven, very close to eight billion, of whom more than six and a half billion are never going to be able to even know they are doomed, or realize at all how disconnected from reality they really are, from birth to death….

          I keep on truckin’, though, best I can… Going down early, & will probably be up early…

          See you tomorrow, my friend….

          Love

          gigoid

  5. WeLL.. yeah..
    i couldn’t find a
    Nukem with a pen or
    keyboard so if ya will..
    please pretend.. and no..
    i do not mind it.. if girls
    hang on my body
    pArts as long
    as they
    play
    pretty..;)

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