Ffolkes,
in those whom I love I can: they all make me laugh.”
~~ W. H. Auden ~~
“There’s shredding to be done.”
Leelu in full PK Mode, no flash
Hajime…. I was up rather late, for me, reading and re-blogging the post you saw if you stopped by yesterday, or, today before posting this Pearl. Since I was up late, I naturally over-slept my usual time to arise, thus throwing my schedule, and, Leelu’s morning time completely off the track. I’ve given her some time, to settle her down from the change, and she’s watching the traffic through her window seat, monitoring all the threats she perceives, & keeping watch while I type.
Routine thus re-established, at least, in her mind, I now sit to finish today’s mess…. To keep the mess from growing too much too fast, I’ll make this another short intro, with no nonsense beyond what we’ve already been subjected to, thus, hopefully, gaining back a few of the points we lost in over-sleeping…. Or, maybe it’s the other way around. I don’t know right now, too damn fuzzy, still. I’m going to grab one of the Tardis toys to get us going, & leave the rest to chance…. In fact, let’s do that now, ‘kay? Okay!…..
Shall we Pearl?….
~~ Dogen Zenji ~~
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Yesterday, a blog I follow posted a rather nice poem the author wrote, as an inspirational message for a friend, whose relative had been diagnosed with cancer. It made me think, naturally, of my own father, and brother. My father died of the disease in 1985; my brother is currently about a month from completing a cure, comprised solely of the consumption of essential oils of cannabis. He was diagnosed with one of the most virulent forms, lymphatic cancer, but, the steady diet of natural substances is working as advertised…. though not by anyone in the broken medical model we have available to the general public…. or, our own government, which has known of this cure since 1974.
Watch the video; do your own research. Watch any of the thousands of videos from people who have cured themselves. Then, spread the word, and watch the world turn to anarchy for a time, until those who have caused over 100 million unnecessary deaths worldwide, all for the sake of the trillions of dollars they have made off the people’s misery, have all been torn to shreds by angry mobs of their relatives and loved ones, who have realized just how badly, and how long they have been listening to lies…. Or, keep it to yourself, and watch people die for no reason…. Up to you, as always….
Anonymous
Cannabis cures cancer…
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The fresh piece upon which I’m working isn’t done, so, here is an odd, but, ultimately pretty good discussion from early days on WP, about two months after I began posting here…. I hope you enjoy it; I was still finding my rhythm, but, it shows promise of things to come…. Enjoy, if you please….
From 11/7/2011:
Ffolkes,
Skyclad before the pale, he sits to write his way into the day……and in an unprecedented move, he has brought his brain with him!…..
it is always three o’clock in the morning.”
~~ F. Scott Fitzgerald ~~
Have the claws of depression ever set themselves in your flesh, slicing their way into your conscious mind to fill it with diffuse anxiety and deep despair? Have you sat, alone in a dark room, and thought of all that you have lost? Does the sunshine make you angry for being so cheerful? When depression rears its ugly head and takes over the soul, the world loses all its color and warmth; everything you see is grey and shadowed, and somehow menacing. Being alone becomes a penance, a sentence for violations of natural law, and sleep is the only surcease from the crushing weight that weighs down the mind, and soul. All the goodness in the world seems far away, and unattainable by any effort we can make. Even hope becomes uncomfortable, because of the fear it will turn out to be false. Thoughts and feelings feel out of control, and the simplest tasks can become a challenge to your reduced level of functioning. Believe me when I say, being depressed is no picnic, and you still get the ants……
Having been a psychiatric technician for so long, I know the effects of depression very well, from both sides of the therapeutic relationship, having treated many depressed individuals, and having suffered its claws myself due to PTSD. It is a difficult condition to treat, from a therapist’s viewpoint, as it is difficult to help someone find the light when they want to sit in the dark, and close their eyes against the light. And from the other side, the negative filter through which a depressed individual views the world denies any possibility of change.
For reasons which are still unclear, a person who becomes depressed is actually more comfortable in that state than they are when they are not influenced by its debilitating symptoms. And from having experienced it myself, I can tell you without hesitation that it is insidiously powerful, and incredibly hard to set aside in order to get back to a more stable mental state, one in which the world again becomes beautiful, the spirit once again takes flight, and life regains its attraction once more…….
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.”
~~ William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, Act iii, Sc. 1 ~~
I usually steer clear of using Shakespeare, as his work has been over-used, and IMHO is over-rated anyway. He did write a lot of beautiful passages, and should be considered as a master of the sonnet as well as the play. But I like this one, both for the creative beauty of his phrasing and structure, and for the idea behind it, which I see as a clear observation of the interconnectedness of all life-forms. We’re born, we live, and we die, thus completing the cycle of existence as per the natural laws of this universe (or at least as far as we know those laws…..). And every other creature on this planet goes through the same cycle of birth, life, death, birth, life, death, etc…, until one can only conclude that we must be alike in other ways as well, and are thereby connected in some fashion, both to the universe, and to each other.
This connection puts us all on the same level, at least in the eyes of the universe; no form of life escapes death. We humans, though intelligent, curious, and supremely adaptive to new environments, have no advantage over the tiniest creature on Earth, for we all will face our mortality in the end. Thus our sense of entitlement, of being the top of the food chain, is not justified, for we have no more power over death than the smallest, weakest life form in our world. Species discrimination based on intelligence is foolish; we must come to terms with our own mortality and accept our position in the universe, not above other forms of life, but shoulder to shoulder. We may as well, because we’re going to die anyway; it’s best to try to approach it with some dignity based on fact, rather than unjustified delusion…..
~~ Thumper (1942) ~~
Bill Russell, the former professional basketball player, is considered by most fans to be the best defensive player ever to play the game. He played the game with studied intensity, and with complete dignity, approaching the contests with the same attitude he approached life. He was a proponent of the above attitude, one we all learned as a child, watching Bambi and Thumper inflict their terminal cuteness on unsuspecting children in a theater near you. And, as far as it goes, it is a good piece of advice, well worth considering, and useful in teaching manners. But, as with any childish conclusion, it doesn’t go quite far enough. But Bill said this, “One should play the game as a gentleman, always. But, there are times when an elbow to the chops is the only way to make a point.” (My apologies to Bill, as the quote is a paraphrase, the original being unavailable to check for accuracy; the point it makes is intact)
Yes, being nice to each other is the best way to approach living with others; not speaking never got anyone into trouble over what they said. But the rules for behavior amongst ourselves need to be very flexible, and subject to revision moment by moment. There are too many facets to the human mind to ever consider limiting one’s choices of how to react to any particular situation. This is reinforced by the nature of reality, i.e. constant unpredictable changes are normal, so once again, limiting how we choose to act is an inappropriate response, and doomed to failure. As a human, we need to embrace that part of us that is flexible, and creative, in order to have the best chance of dealing with reality while still staying sane……
Speaking of sanity, keeping mine is going to require some work today, so I’ll be off now to pursue other activities, reluctantly. I will leave you with the following thoughts…..
~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~
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“All poets are mad”
~~ Robert Burton ~~
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Someday, Leelu and I will be going to Ireland together, to spend quite a bit of time exploring the land, the people, and the culture…. She, no doubt, will be satisfied to be able to explore the land part, and, a few people…. This poem, written before I had ever been there, tells why I’m returning, in large part…. I hope you enjoy it….
Comforting, a dream creeps oft into my mind
On the elven hills of Eire lives the vision I find.
Elegant, gracious, everlastingly draped in beauty
Just payment of simple homage lives as joyous duty.
Fairies and druids walk abroad in ghostly parade
Gracing each hearth with its own welcoming shade.
Castles and heroes yet live in tale and song
Proving love for the land in each heart strong.
From cold of winter into glorious young spring
Brown, and gray, to emerald green songs to sing
Soft rains always follow winter’s great tempest
Eire dons its emerald coat from east to west.
Old and strong, connections call out in dreams
Nothing that was known remains as it seems.
Immersion in ancient runes and battle hymns
Offering sanity in place of grievous whims.
Time and place can tell a much different tale
Judgment should never be a final sale.
Yet something solid and real calls me to go see
Where dreams of loving beauty may actually be….
~~ gigoid ~~
11/3/2012
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Life at Large
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“A man may love a paradox
without either losing his wit or his honesty.”
~~ Emerson ~~
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“Genius is nothing more than childhood,
recaptured at will.”
~~ Charles Baudelaire ~~
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“I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.”
~~ William Shakespeare, Macbeth. Act iii, Sc. 1 ~~
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“Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.”
~~ James Stephens ~~
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There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography,
the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man,
faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed.
~~ Thomas Carlyle ~~
~~ Sir Walter Scott, London and Westminster Review, 1838 ~~
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“The want of goods is easily repaired,
but the poverty of the soul is irreparable.”
~~ Michel de Montaigne ~~
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“A man cannot speak but he judges himself
…no man thoroughly understands a truth
until he has contended against it.”
~~ Emerson ~~
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Well, it’s done, which pleases Leelu, if nobody else, but for me. I’m glad, too, because it’s a busy day ’round these parts, with stuff to do out in the BBR that can’t be put off…. On that cryptic, but, non-mysterious note, I’ll bid thee adieu, until I can pull it together enough to do this again…. Odds are, that will be tomorrow, unless something drastic takes place to prevent it…. Not bloody likely…..
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…
When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.
Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
gigoid 
Depression sucks…..I slipped into it when I was told my leg would never be 100% and since I was a very active person it caught me flat footed….what help me was my Baby Girl, my dog, came to live with me….she refused to let me be all into myself….and I owe her a debt I cannot repay…..I agree our boy Will is over quoted……have a good day my friend…..chuq
chuq,
It does, indeed, suck, big time. I wrote that piece shortly after my own dog, Noah, passed on at age 17.8 years…. Hence, having to fight it off alone… Now, Leelu serves the same function, as my reason to carry on; duty is duty, once chosen…. and, love makes it easy to fulfill….
Have a good one, bro; I’ll be by to comment eventually; busy day today. SS hit the bank, so, gotta go spend some to get Leelu what she needs….
See ya
gigoid
I look forward to your visit…chuq
Learning to Love iT aLL
and chances are
one WiLL Love
wITh
JoY
noW
bEcoMinG
LiGht of Joy..
Finding Balance
surfing Life.. most
importantly sharinG iT
WitH the rest of Nature..:)
i can write an infinite number
of odes to Joy.. as i’ve been
to the other place
of no hope..
faith in
anything
or Belief iN
anything at aLL
the black hole
Sun of
human
being
NONE..
BUT a dARK
foRce back to
liGht briGhter
than ever before
as a star shiNinG
briGhTly iN human
form as liGht flows now..:)
(insert E,W, & Fire song here..;)
A major roadblock to joy is
syntax and semantics.. tribal
language holds on form
instead of essence..
prayer is real and
works when shared
and believed.. the Placebo
effect in science proves this
with no doubt.. but true science
also shows only a third of folks
get a benefit.. so no.. prayer
doesn’t always
work..
as not all
folks have the
ability to alter the
course of their lives
with believing positive
stuff.. however as always
change is possible and that
is where hope comes in and
for those who have success
with the placebo effect of
prayer that is REALLY
REAL AND no less
magical with
a science
word
for the
same essence
of TRUTH AND LIGHT
OR NOT.. and yes.. the
opposite evil of the
‘Nocebo effect’ is
as real
as bringing
on negative impacts
of life with downward thoughts
as any voodoo that any so-called
witch doctor can do.. and yes they
harm.. vs.. white magic witch doctors
help with the placebo effect.. just
another way of cognitive
behavioral therapy
where the
self of
we
learns to
guide as relative
free WiLL for positive
change.. in life always
now.. through just doing
it with action.. reading
a book is not
enough.
life takes
JUST DOING IT
TO GET IT DONE FOR
JOY OR YES.. PAIN.. AS
NOT WELL AS WELL.. now
And that’s the simple pArt
of Joy.. wHere iT really gets complicated
iS the pArt wHere if ya really wanna stay happy
ya never leave bootcamp.. as a military metaphor
for folks like me.. who started off way too weak
to serve the ’cause to protect Liberty
and Justice for all in the freest
ways possible.. yea sure
when it works out
that way
on a
National
Level.. but anyway..
Nature and Human Joy
Spells constant and unrelenting
work as a practice of becoming
fearless and loving too.. like
Cinderella or fella in
Kind and courage..
the now modern
version applies
as well too..
there are no
shortcut to lasting
balance.. peace
and joy in life..
it takes a soldier
of Love to be Hero iN
God’s world that’s Nature
ONE.. is just not a place
for folks who do not
want to fight
for survival
and joy
in the
most peaceful
way possible.. which
for me.. is basically the
way of a Yogi.. however
there are no Loving Yogi’s
who will not insist on coming
down from the mountain of human
balance in bliss of heaven’s nirvana
now.. not to bRinG other humans UP..
UNless a Yogi.. goes the black hole
sun way.. now.. and refuses
to shine the lamp
for others
to find
a
way too..
anyway.. i have
many privileges in life..
and curses as well.. i know
little.. FEELING what works for me..
but i share.. ’cause yeah.. NOW..
i can irrefutably
prove
how
well what
works for me
does.. it ain’t
sidewalk
talk..
it’s
free my friend..
gigoid.. on earth
for now at least..
i Live as Leaves of
Grass.. GRains of Sand
and Oceans that flow
across shores with
no boundaries..
and there is no
wheRe i WiLL go welcome
or not.. that i will not now learn
something to share in the joy of
liFe.. both liGht and
dArk as it is
ALL REAL..
and
sAMe as
GODALLTHATIS
EVERCHANGING
EVERREADY
EVER
NOW..:)
On my way out the door, will answer later, mon frere…
🙂
gigoid
Having read your post just prior to reading this, my thoughts are too muddled to say ought of anything resembling a reasoned response; it’s too late tonight to expect it to gel before I’m in my cot; Leelu has been exhausting today, outside her usual predator naps. Too damn smart, hard to keep entertained with new things to do…
Worth every minute, though.
See you tomorrow, ami et fil….
gigoid.
Smiles my friend.. Rest good..:)
Bonne nuit, cheri ami….
🙂
gigoid