Bodhisattva Silhouettes

I am starting to understand the importance of deity-concepts.  I feel as though, in control of your own polyomniverse, conceptual deities can lend the hand in the form of symbolic constructions in the entheospace, or astral plane, ultimately contributing here.  The more thorough the concept or visualization, the more matter-of-fact the said deity becomes.

An image, definition, history, and song for each relevant bodhisattva in my experience.  This may take some time.

Cataloging has expired, the information is lost and blurry.  Some companies are making some efforts, but they store lies as well as truths.  I think perhaps multi-sensory mandalas in various forms that spreads timeless wisdom would be a good way to do this.  Perhaps free CD’s with booklets, links to blogs and relevent websites, and even some news.  Left in good locations, one could spread some good concepts.

So this will be the new promotions system.  A guerrilla marketing concept that shows people the door.

I tire of talking, I must do.

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Federal Govenerment VS WWF 

I sometimes think that the Executive Branch of this government and the WWF should have a battle royale for the worst-dramatic-series-over-the-course-of-many-years-contest.

Who would win?  The acting in the government is much better than the WWF, as you get this almost human tone to the serious nature of all things spoken from on high.  The WWF however has (or had I guess) much hotter women.

The Federal Government actually kills people for ratings, which really goes above and beyond if I do say so myself.  The WWF only pretends to hit eachother.

Both parties take drugs to enhance their fighters, but one gives steroids for aesthetic appearance, and the other meth to keep them up all night (Can you guess which is which?)

All and all, I think I have to give it to the WWF, because even though they really try to put on a good show, nobody knows how to be as cut throat as the federal government when it comes to making a profit.

WINNER FOR 

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WWF 

Can you say no thing?

Here I am, my previous actions preventing any action. I am constructed of memories and advice, words from the heard, and looks from the sincere, and no thing more.

The interesting thing is, nothing is a bad word. It is bad in the truly vulgar sense of the word because if I can sense nothing, than I am just identifying it incorrectly. The lack of input is not no thing, it is all things unable to be sensed currently.

There are atoms in all space. Air can be captured and contained as if it were liquid. We are in a fluid mixture, a speck in an observatory where beings equally as ego centric as us sit back entertained. They are alone, and so are you (they are in something else’s dish though).

No thing is prety huge, and honestly, the house of infinity must be some thing…

Prophecy

When it happened we all just stood there.  Dumbfounded, not out of shock, but because we all saw it coming.  We all knew it was going to happen.  Nobody spoke, we all just looked at each other, some of us with our mouths open.  For some strange reason, this was a very familiar event, like we had all been here before.

Now what?

All we have is eachother for the moment, and in the next, all you will have is yourself.  Are you prepared for that?  Do you think, or maybe secretly hope, that it will all just pass by without demanding your attention?

The streets were made for this, windows, designed to break, and cars, designed to decorate the sides of the roads with their rusted exteriors and shattered glass.

People were made to weep over this, and the skies, meant to darken and lighten with our augmenting perspectives.

Shed a tear now, for the water will not be in you to cry, and breathe in the air that gives you life, for the stench of death and despair are not far from where you stand.

The path of man is not chosen, but forged, and the universal forest we travel in has many dangers we are unprepared for.

Are you ready?  It is time.

Why Prison is Bad, Why Moralists are Stupid

When I hear about 9-11, or Katrina, or the bridge disaster in MN, I ask myself, who are these individuals that came to strangers aid? Was it only warriors of God? Was Minneapolis’ finest there to serve and protect? Was the military around to help lift these large slabs of concrete off of our neighbors?

I was not at any of these tragedies, but as our infrastructure crumbles, I am reminded of who the real heroes are, just regular people. People who may have, what the moralists call “flaws”.

I understand that there are amazing and dedicated police officers and emergency workers out there that care about their jobs, and the people they help, but the moralist individuals who label, class, and segregate the delinquents from the upstanding white guy.,:sarcasm emphasized:, are running the show.

To many of you, this may seem like a stretch, but let’s really think about it. Let us take a hypothetical couple who came upon the scene of one of these disasters, John and Sue Resqew. John pulled several people from out of harms way and Sue bandaged them up and made sure help was on its way. Sue also comforted these people in their greatest hour of need.

There is a problem though…

John Resqew likes to drink and smoke pot. He was arrested in the past for selling a dime bag to a police officer. He has tried meth, coke, and heroin, although he didn’t really like them, and he enjoys a whopping psychedelic experience on mushrooms every summer with his friends as a way to center himself.

Sue isn’t much better, she had an abortion when she was 24 years old, and has sex out of wedlock. She stripped once at an amateur night, just for the thrill of it, and enjoys going out and getting drunk with her girlfriends, one of which she’s had several lesbian experiences with.

Now, here is the dilemma, Moralists would tell you that John and Sue are horrible people, corrupting our youth and burdening the economy. “These people should be in jail!” they scream. But here is my question, what would have happened to all the people they helped? How much would you care about John’s drug habits while he’s pulling you from the middle of a catastrophe? Why do we lower our opinion of them when when our lives are not in danger?

The answer to these questions are obvious, and that is why prison is a bad idea, and moralists are stupid. Humans fuck up, we experiment, we live and love and fall down all the time. Some of us have people to keep us out of trouble, many of us do not. When someone is doing wrong by all of us, it is up to all of us to fix the problem. Our fearless leaders sure have not done anything to make it better here. I do not have the answers, but I have the capacity to see where systems do not work, and we are in the middle of one that broke down many moons ago.

Some of you may disagree, but you are dinosaurs. Extinction is imminent, there is a massive fire, and you won’t get up to check the thermostat.

Boston Homeless Enviornmental Beautification Project

Boston
Homeless Environmental Beautification
for
Shelter Program
(tentative title)

Who?
• Boston’s Homeless
• Volunteers
• Corporate and Charitable Donations
• Community Service
• Government Support
• Profits from possible farming will help fray costs

What?
• Will plant and tend gardens on Boston’s rooftops in exchange for simple basic shelter and food

When
• As soon as funding and city approval is available

Where
• We can start on just one building
• Inexpensive shelters have been being developed en masse
• The roofs of various BPD stations can have the shelters on top of them to prevent security concerns in the shelter areas

Why
• To kill two problems (maybe 3) with one solution
• The environmental responsibility
• The human responsibility
• The lack of inexpensive, quality food (which can be sold for funding)

So What?
• Improves air quality
• Will cool city if in enough places
• Bring Canopies Back?
• Homeless will have the option to exchange fair amounts of labor for food and shelter

• Security is my only concern during maintenance and planting
• Initial buildings should ideally have police officers patrolling them, but volunteers may have to suffice.

Email me if you would like to contribute

You are fat, and it is not your fault.

I feel as though, willful ignorance prevented me from understanding basic dietary and nutrition concepts, but this makes me feel allot better about being fat.  Speaking of fat, I am 280lbs, and need to be at 210lbs in 2010.  Wish me strength, I’m going to do the Adirondack trail with some friends that year.

http://www.treelight.com/health/nutrition/AmericanFoods.html 

Filch’s Muffin

Filch once ate a muffin for breakfast.  That muffin came from a baker from down the street.  The flour he received came from a farmer.  The seeds the farmer got to grow the wheat came from a warehouse.  A man who drove a red pickup truck built the warehouse.  That same red pickup truck hit Filch after breakfast.

Krimpinini’s Sun Rise

Krimpinini opened his eyes and beheld his first awe-inspiring vision of the sun rising upon the trees and grasses that surrounded him.  Not a day old his mind began to race with curiosity and wonder.  That night, while Krimpinini slept, the sun exploded.

The infinity cycle of Foopoo

Foopoo died and was enveloped by his remaining negative Karma.  His spirit embodied the form of a beautiful flying creature, gargantuan compared to all of the others it saw, and woefully colorful.  While taking this all in he was stepped on by something immensely larger than himself.