Open eyes rolling ‘bout in their sockets in no way guarantee a readiness to really See (Beauty!) in the way I must if I‘m to receive (certainly not take!) high vibe photos such as these. Photographically speaking, "the zone",getting deeply INTO it, has always been a doable, yet frequently also an attention intensive B.F.D. And, for my present tastes, too different from my "habitual me". (i.e.-Let the monkeymind and tension recede…same with stories concerns Welcome emptyness spaciousness Patience with the impatience…blah blah blah) Well, as of late, I’ve been practicing with an epiphany I've had.

Who needs the "getting into" when I can just notice that I Am in fact the very dern Zone-Thing Itself! IThinking of it as a state is just a point of view! Soooo... Just upping the ante a little, along with the surrender. For the Tarot heads out there, My card right now is The Chariot... reversed. The challenge; the Water Father. An accurate read.

Prejudgment (as well as post-) has... cost me much, in both big ways and small ...and had SUCH a big, fat easy time with me. It’s had its own damn suite in the western wing. Hell, it's had its own damn wing on the mansion. It clogs up sensitivity and callouses Vision. Artistically and interpersonally (is there a difference?), it has left me both less capable of being led, and truthfully, more bored and wandering/wondering. Presence and Awareness have suffered for feeding judgments attention hungry Preferences and Aversions. In its care Beauty has seen a preoccupied me pass by, unnoticing, far more than one time too many. I feel Her now. She Sincerely desires to wait noooooo further! Neither for another moment nor another lover. “Maaaaybe”, she wonders, “Utter Availability is finally becoming fashionable in These Parts!?!. What say thee? (Or pray thee?)” And How can I tell you such a things as these? I hope I have.

This is as of late becoming a verrry different kind of place .. I‘ve lived with and swept out the noise as often as I care to, and as many times it has returned. Accomplished much in between. Now, I believe I’m learning to make this space undesirable and unamenable to judgements taste... and its rantings, returnings and malingerings. Of course, an honest exploration of any and all positive associations I’ve had with it and a willingness to cease the calling forth and conjuring of it… have just done Miracles for the view.

The resulting Spaciousness is Freedome ! They're good for the Heart. Good for the Art. Good for Me, and good for You.

Greatful to be greatful. Though life had placed me in a few very nice pots, and watered me liberally... this culture just doesn't put us much in touch with the Ground of our Being. Sooooo, when I was 17, I put out a prayer... to God, Life and Everything, saying, " Hey dude(-ette) I'm somewhat worried for me. Hear my prayer. Gratitude. I want Gratitude...I believe it' to be the Souls Grow Light. I want it in the simplest and the most sweeping senses. And I'm willing to pay. Cash on the barrelhead. Dish it however You like. My deck is Yours. Clear it of ANYTHING which competes with Gratitude for this Throne: the Heart of Me. FULL permission is what I cede to You now. If I struggle, take me to the mat. Hold me there long as You please, whispering sweet nothings in my ear till I can at last breath easy. Any means which I, in my willingness, or in my ignorance or recalcitrance may make necessary are now Yours. Whatever it takes.This is what, by the purest fire of the reddest passion and most clear and crystalline blue intention of my most core being, I WANT and GRANT YOU NOW as irrevocable. I give it up, I release it, it's out of my hands and into Yours. Whatever else You' may have ever heard me say or pray, or ever will, this here's the one with traction, the one that counts and takes precedence. My life I stake upon this statement, and place, with the whole of my soul, my seal."KA-THUNK! ( a.k.a., Thanks in advance, or Amen) And there,with that and with both hope... and trepidation, the rest of my story begins.

There is no language in our lungs… to tell the world what’s in our… hearts…(XTC)



this module is a work in progress and will be added to, re-worked and refined till the blessed thing just simply sings...please return for the full version. I was just so excited, I couldnt wait to "get it up"(as the graffitti kids say). Thanks. This rap is designed to share some of the excitement I’ve felt as light casts on judgment, and it's forms.

I’ve been using the term, “poison handled power tools” for the past three days to describe a set of devices differing really only in their appearance. Seductively different seeming variations of , or expressions of one singular thing. Their function remains the same. Their OSTENSIBLE functions ( even this was an epiphany to umbrella and discover) is simply to spur and to direct Behavior .Underlying this, and therefore even more iworthy of our attentions: Thinking and Belief. Shaming and Blaming ,criticism, resentment, Wrongness or Rightness , any concepts which imply the aforementioned. For example, notions of in- (or) appropriateness ...ipprovl iin...The list is nearly endless. Should, Aught Must, Got to, Have to, Need to, ( Your mine to ride, now GIDDEYUP!),These tools are modeled incessantly in the language of our culture,so of course it seems only natural to use them. “But what’s wrong with the Carrots and the Sticks? Why, they’re common household items! Found in the finest schools, churches, the halls of government and law…even on T.V.!” The truth, in my opinion, is far different.. All black magic designed to modulate activity. And that’s just what you see when you scratch their ostensible surface, their ostensible functioning. Care to look a little deeper?

These are the tools of which we become fools. These are the rings of power which serve and are bound by the one. I'm finding Frodos errand a useful spiritual reflection. For I too am carrying Something Compelling Dark and Dangerous. Something which was given. Something which I've a will to return to the fires from whence it sprang. Yet fear to risk the loss of. Do I stir the ire of something sensing faithlessness? You betcha. Perhaps it is the militant arm of my own acquired cynicism. Recognize that one: Not good counsel. Think I’ll just proceed. Whistling… whistling!

This savvy is just beginning to settle in. I'm starting to learning to be able to walk and talk without these for crutching. Truth is ,it is they who need ME in order to be able to walk. That’s right Jack. That’s the whole story. All these tools… these power tools if you will, fail to engage with or Speak to the Nature of the Spirit of the Human Heart . And know nothing of liberating the bounty therein. This thing has shrunk wrapped our world till we can hardly breathe or see the truth of anyone or anything. And leaves a stink so loud, that necessarily, we burn lifeforce to maintain obliviousness to it. The only power these things have is the power to decieve. And that it gets only because we‘ve given it. And the only one confused is the one with their hand on the tool... .

It’s weird and kind of fun to imagine… that these things simply cease to exist, just literally stop existing… the moment we stop exhaling life and belief into them. That, outside of any unexposed secretly or habitually held belief in their beneficial use which( I call these positive associations) we hold in an effort to preserve our cooperative relationship, This things…This thing… which never had a life of it’s own… No life and no power of its own …dies… right now … the instant we stop resuscitating it. The Concessions and Prizes seem to be won by skillfully mastering their deployment represent short term gain, are now seen to come at the most immediate, and the most profound of interpersonal and spiritual costs. This is an Expense we were, for a time, at a loss for the ability to locate, let alone illuminate or clearly express the full nature of..

The times, they are a chaaannnnnngen

You found it! Welcome to My Little Shack in the E-lectronic Outback!
(if these words are the ones you're now reading , You've caught me house cleaning... this whole page...Hours and hours and hours. This is clearly going to take a few days to complete.)

In this mode, I am, in fact, just the most fastidious, INDUSTRIOUS little word processing spider you‘ve ever seen! Cutting, moving strings about, pasting, (I haven’t done a big woven word project like this in ages.) Dancing from there to here, here to there, shortening, tightening up, weaving and reweaving. Hopefully all ready for YOU by morning …! All of this, you see, is done… CLEARLY… with You in mind! You... and of course, GREAT ONE. See, I’m pulling hard for the Highest of Fidelities. If I weave this thing tight, when Her Wind blows... just right, …Ohhhhh!, What sweet music we'll hear! She knows many things… and will tell when ‘tis Her fingers dancing ‘pon these strings...Dearest of all, The Story-Song of Life and Creation!

In an alternate universe, this page is quite actually a Flower, and You, my fuzzy little friend... are a Buzzy Buzzy Bee. (Happy!!!) And though your tiny feet have barely just begun to settle, (My) Excitement feels you Here (Right here!), upon my petal! Little prayers... Dance and Swirl, are Giddy…Possibility! “Our little time together” can be a Thing of such beauty...Rewarding! Rewarding! (We dream the future, Ripe with Fruit and Seeds(!)…and of “The Little Ones" (!!!) the Honey Feeds!

Soooo...as I was saying, Welcome to My Little Shack in the e-lectronic Outback!.... Your company’s got me just as pleased as a PEACH! Hey, Check out these! These are called photographic transparencies! 'f you hold ’em right up to the light... why, the Light Shines Through… but as People, Places and Things too !!! Like we’re actually there! And Speaking of Light... Here's a sight. Over here, we’ve got, well… a whole bucket full “-isms”. From the rusty and musty to the dusty and crusty old, right on down to…Viola! My favorite: The Prism! How’s that for WOW?!? Que Colores! Spectral fantastic rainbows around… of both light and sound! Hell, your visit’s got me feeling so perky, hold ME on up to the light, I’m likely to bust a few rainbows for you myself!

City? Yeah, I been City. Wore this, wore that, wore what City Slickers wear, styled my hair, scored some bread and bought the threads… and discoed DOWN…WAAAYYYY down…where Angels fear to tread. Even got close to too thinly spread. This was not the “trip” my “friendly” travel agent said. We’re talkin’ SERIOUSLY taken. Still fairly shaken…and clearing’ my head…o’ that “funky shit” goin’ down in the city.

Holy Cow! I nearly forgot to ask! You Hungry??? Virtual lemonade? Help yourself to this big ol' wooden bowl of Vital-Eye-Zing food. Eat… EAT! Or, hip yourself to whatever else you see! Amigo, Mi Jardin, es su Jardin! Though (Is this even necessary?!), you may… there is this ONE... Well…PARTICULAR… tree…and I… Oh what the hell...( this is so frustrating! Maybe reverse psychology?!?) Go for it! Graze freely! Go Crazy! And really, it’s neither skin nor scales off my back, (If you are the Innocent I assume you are, you’ll have no frame of reference for any of this anyways) it’s just that my insurance company insists I at least refer you to the following warning:

The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is as damn funky as you‘ll EVER come to see. Why, a single bite would initiate your taking delivery of a virtual extravaganza of perspectives. You’ll blow through lifetimes browsing and tasting the iterations of this kaleidoscope fully and completely. The vastness of this new wealth you’ll soon enough have no care to keep. For just as your banquet begins to peak, you’ll feel full, confused, and hard pressed to speak . There will be no words which reconcile the glut you’re feeling with the empty ache of the ONE hunger no mortal morsel can shake. You’ll hope that you are dreaming…and you’ll wish to wake. You’ll be right. You’ll study, pray and meditate. You’ll luxuriate in numerous ritual acts of infidelity to consensus reality. Finally the verdict comes roaring in, your Nature’s found and judged the sin. The “Offending Mass” you took right in, has been ruled: Indigestible. This endeavor is ending. Elimination is pending. The Hammer’s descending. Times up. Grist…meet Mill. Mill…Grist. . Knees Go Down (like they were made for this), Mind desperately reflects for proof you still persist. CRUNCH! Whose kiss-kiss IS … ? (Deaths… or) Squish. (Salvations ?) Squish. Whatever. There is Only This. is happening. Now , shaking. . Coming…and overtaking! . This Rollercoaster wrenches to a SUDDEN thunderous hairball launching halt. The li’l feller’s liberated!, arcing in beautiful slo-mo’ summer salts… through consciousness, time, space and creation… hits the tarmac running, losing unaccountable amounts of tread with each and every pace, now rolling, diminishing comically with each rotation, quickly losing size and speed, down… to …ultimately… nothing! Not even ash. Safety bar lifts. You’re Cashed. And your fingers are stiff.

Seeing Suddenly!… Yourself like This: IN EVERYTHING! Epiphany! Restrained, contained, erupting freely, Expressing Perfectly! Astounding! So THIS is the way We’re Made! Ruggedly! Flexibly! So Very Thoughtfully! Skillfully! Artfully! And Lovingly!!! And Gracious… the Mobility (!!!) Attention’s Wings swing Freely, (and of all things!) hinged to No Particular Body(!!!) Every Mansions windows open on to “Yours” directly! Are Yours… to peer through, Out of or In to ! Every Hearts Truth, exactly the same!

From the perspective of this one whose moccasins you’re still wearing, you’ve never Been this many “selves” before, let alone, (and isn’t THIS a find!) the ONE behind “Those Beautiful Eyes.” And as you look through them…There you are! All Treasured and Prized! Courageous journeyer, all Worldly and Wise! (and Humble!…[and how!]) No words to describe the rushes of pure Stoke…Pride… and the Gratitude! You (whatever that means anymore!) look and look through each others eyes. There is no seeing more Clearly. Is Love! Surprise! We’re It.

And it’s not even that this is how it’s going to be. Our Mind is not that puny. There is no thing with its own…anything: density or trajectory. Neither Time nor History. There is one sort, but not this sort of Dependency. Story precipitates I-dentsity. Yet Love REMAINS everything! Nothing else happening. Nor will ever be! No hangover. Like nothing you’ve ever experienced. And this is just the Cliff Notes. It’s just something I read. I don’t know what any of these words mean. And sorry, this trip simply cannot be described or understood without actually taking… it… in…experientially.

Or… rest yer fingers, feet or soul... or take a nice relaxing stroll through the Garden, as you please! Dig about freely. Dig on in! Trowels and shovels, pitchforks and rakes. Talking wiggly-word-sentence-snakes, Every form of natural treasure, hopeful for your purest pleasure. May you find in every speck of this, at least for the while… Gods Very Smile...And, to the best of my ability, all here to be of the hippest hipness, yet utterly fig leaf free. For I‘ve seen the Fall Fashion line, and the strange threads and temptations Magicians like we, in a place like this, can slip our Hip in to soooo very damn easily.

This fool for the City was a fool to roam. Now I’m a big fat fool for Home, and taking it with me WHEREVER I go. Good to be free. Lo and behold! As it shakes out, I’m really liking the most honest, accurate and true, not to mention Natural, Me and You. … Turns out that we really ARE trouble, care and maintenance free… but only in our Authenticity! Beauty’s here at the Heart, and at the skin, as emanations, from deeper within. Reign...and Shine! Reign and Shine!