MY drop in the bucket

COME ONE COME ALL

Greg — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 07:38:45 GMT

(And feel free do print and distribute this in the Calgary area)

Falling forward

Greg — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:58:25 GMT

When we choose to love we love when we choose to fear we fear when we chose to see we see when we choose to be we are Creators of our own multiverses Gods, omnipotent there is alot more to this world than anyone else can teach you there is alot less to this world than anyone else can teach you look inside with pride is that too cheesy? let go and fall forward

Where do we go from here?

Greg — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 10:53:25 GMT

I remember reading Nietzche when i was 15 or 16 or something, Thus spoke Zarathustra. The words came to have such profound meaning to me as they unfolded before me and wove themselves into my being as it unfolded before me. To this day I have not finished that book, I have given out at least a dozen copies. for a long time i figured i would finish it when i was ready. Now i see. Since that time i have read many other philosophers, Socrates, Plato, Buddha (well, you know) Sun Tzu, Hesse. Alas i have not ever finished one of these books. It seems that as soon as i connect, I have a few pages before the words become jibberish and i have to put the book down and contemplate. Then, without fail the lessons come to fruit in my waking life and i can read on. But never past the ocean. The voyage over incalcualble depths. I have let go. This i am certain of, I see things that make my soul sing from the every gentle petal of my being. I have found the beauty in death and the pain in life and am comfortable mixing the two for the benefit of any ears that will listen. I have given my last crumbs to a hungry man knowing that the great winds have lifted me beyond my need to fulfil my hunger Here i am. I am reborn. I poses the gifts of a self existing white mirror born on the day out of time. I sing. To all that will hear me I sing. This is my path In my heart mind and soul the questions have all led me to this place. To the edge of the great dark wood that seperates man from the mountain peak. I have travelled back across the tightrope that conects man to the superman who sees from the mountain top. I am mortal again. Anyone care to hear a song?

Travels.....

Greg — Sun, 09 Jul 2006 12:41:42 GMT

I am on a bus, a train. I am moving, always, all ways. I am free, I am bound to freedom. I am working 15 hrs a day, Somehow i am meeting the most incredible people exactly when i need to meet them. weither i know it now or i find out tomorow. Everything comes in cycles, The western civilizations are aligning themselfs with the "right" (thats the militant side) The scandanavians are joining the bandwagon, the Canadians are the 52nd state and the British, Well we all know what happened in 1783. I spoke with a tall and fit boy from Syria, one of the first things that struck me was his sharp inteligence. He was very smart, He started telling me that I would be wise to start preparing for the "great war", That caught me a bit off guard. He was refering to a war between the middle east and the west. In the west the only real thought of any "great war" comes durring conversation about China. It makes me wonder what the Chinese think about this. With any luck I will be able to find out soon. I still have so much to learn,

a weekend at the theatre

Greg — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 07:21:06 GMT

As your doctor i strongly recommend you smoke this.......I haven’t heard that line in a while, Norway is definitely more renowned for its drinking problems and high suicide rate than it is for its pot heads. this particular circle poses as actors in the town of Porsgrund, Norway. "No raindrop ever fell in the wrong place" said Mirja when I was trying to explain the crazy coincidences and events that have surrounded my trip so far. Mirja was hit by a car on her way home from the bar that night. She was in surgery for almost five hours, I guess there were complications, I imagine arising from her thin blood. Anders just said that it would not have happened if we hadn’t talked about it, to a certain degree he is right, but, I kind of like balancing my reality with ignorance and chaotic fact. My belongings were locked in Mirja’s car when she was hit, thus extending my weekend at the Porsgrund International Theatre Festival (PIT) Not necessarily a bad thing. Mirja pulled through alright, although, her summer is more or less reduced to hobbling on crutches. Kristine was worried about Mirja going stir crazy, until i told her "Just think of all the good books she'll read" I guess that helped. And so, to SenseMirja I say Thank you the brief time I knew you has reminded me that a pure spirit is un-containable, your love is contagious and truly inspiring. I hope you get well soon.

The Greater Whiter North

Greg — Sun, 11 Jun 2006 21:25:56 GMT

Only two hours of night, must make every minute count..... Where to start? the language that is as much song as it is speak? or the stunningly beautiful women? how about the thought that recycling isnt a chore or a bennefit, its just another fact of life, or Dual flush toilets in almost every house? Bikes that are designed to fit special locks that are everywhere in the city, so passholders can simply swipe thier cards and get a bike? Oslo is the most expensive city on EARTH. it cost 50 kroner to take one train and one bus one way...... lets see thats...almost $10 Canadian Dollars. dosnt sound like much buth when youre used to getting there and back, for a MAXIMUM $4 dollars things snap into perspective, (and its not just transit) a bottle (only 500ml) of coca-cola is almost $5 The positive side, After enduring the unusually harsh winters where there is only 2-3 hrs of sun a day and the tempuratures, well, they arent tropical by any standard, Weegies are happy to party hard into the wee hours of the morn.

The generalization of symbols

Greg — Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:07:38 GMT

What is wonder? W.O.N.D.E.R.? is it merely the sum of its components? perhaps the word itself, but does this mean that those who speak in tongues other than english do not experience wonder? What is wonder? the feeling of peering past the stars into the infinite night sky? perhaps this specific sensation, but does this mean that with no night sky their is no wonder? Can we dictate the experience of wonder so that it may fall upon all those who find themselves alone with an open sky one night? Will this experience never stray so it does not become confused with the feeling of ones first truely intimate touch? what is passion? is it wonder? What are these names we find? labels attached to everything, when everything is part of everything? ever wonder, if you removed your brain from your head, and put it behind some one elses eyes, if fire might appear blue? roses as well, and all that you had previously regarded as red was actually just a word, a symbol to generalize and describe a patern, a constant, that, despite its generalization, existed diferently for all who gazed upon it. A rose by any other name smells just as sweet. but What is Wonder?

yin vs yang

Greg — Wed, 07 Dec 2005 03:11:12 GMT

in the begining....... it all begins with a question? what doesnt? this question is different. this question is the answer to itself. this question has no words. words are the path, the simultanious begining and end. words such as man and woman. up and down. every action has an equal and opposite reaction. words become concepts and concepts touch the infinate. the infinate asks questions. questions without words become the answers to themselves and a dualist is born. God and the Devil dance in purgatory creating waves and particles. time and space intermingle creating the illusion of change. observing this change raises questions and you begin to tap your foot to a rythem. where did it come from?