“A bunch of sticks caught up on rocks, it’s a lot of what you see when you’re looking. They call it “retro-causality”, and it has something to do with the fact that buying into big self deceptions can throw kinks in the system, going back in time. I won’t dwell on it; you’d have to be absurdly philosophical to consider its validity and then again some. We college dropouts allow for such meanderings. It is certainly our downfall but clearly, our salvation. When my radio show 11th Hour Radio was still on the air, we occasionally talked about “the Mandela Effect”. Something to laugh about, and argue about, and blame on bad memory, but who can really remember accurately how Fruit Loops was spelled in 1984? Be that as it may, my lucky stars have been shining this week. My bank approved a loan, my kids showed up to help me with car issues and communication snafus, and if this is the result of some alleged good karma let it be duly noted that I thought all of mine had run out. We don’t know anything. And you can quote me. The huge turkey vulture that dipped into view today, I can’t think he didn’t know his power over my mood. The double crows that crossed beautifully in tandem while I was sitting below with an attitude, well, they improved it. I went a little easy this week on my borrowed car. I’m tired of the dashboard lights coming on. I picked routes that were as flat as possible, and didn’t push it when I turned onto the Natural Turnpike in Ripton. I used to know the road pretty well, when I had good cars. Now, in the twilight years of my automotive treasury, I’m more cautious. At least until I know my new direction, and which vehicle can reliably take me there. These is uncharted times. Some are opting to be left in the prison of their own idyllic sanctuaries. Some will be forced out onto the streets, with no where to go but where the masses are headed. Some will have been thinking about it, way ahead of time. And freedom cells are not some fairy tale. The deepest enclaves of human experience require core competency in the art of letting go. Letting go of programming, letting go of ego attachment. I’m no expert. I’m just a person who got strung up and hung on sticks. Emotionally speaking, of course. So I know what it takes to really not give a shit. And keep searching for love that is not based on crap.”
