"Thoughts, and Prayers": November 2019

Saturday, November 30, 2019

"...joy to some of the world"

Not sure how to feel about any Holidays. So much has happened, and is happening. This in all of our lives, and the world around us. This in not a joyful time for anyone,...well other than the oblivious or the 1%. However I imagine even they have moments of disquiet these days. Sorry no happy ending here. Just things as we know they are. Yet find what smiles you can where you can because these are out there. Bless you all.

"...knock knock"

Just noticed that the majority of my readers are from the Ukraine, and Russia. This by two thirds,....Yanks come in third then the Dutch, and Germans. Also one guy in Singapore.

The Ukraine I get. This as I support them in their war with Russia. Russians not sure other than my Queer stuff. It's illegal to do pro-Queer stuff of any kind there now,...and they enforce it.

The Dutch, and German's are old pals been here since I started.

Anyway I seem to have pals in the low thousands out there again. No idea why. I mean it was in the single digits for most of the year.

But did that stop me,...Ha!

Blogsnot's counting has always been nuts so I mostly discount it.

These numbers may be phantoms as well. Still it nice to know at least 20 people besides old comrades, and family are there.

“Never Again”

Republicans are making noises about registering all Muslims again. Or so the rightwing bubble is hyped up about. If these maniacs follow through with this scheme. We 'all' go down to register.

Sez Bob da Bunny, "...you fuckers take paw prints?"

"...dumplings"

A year ago my Dark Matter pocket watch. My sentient time machine shut herself off. She's slept in my fridge since. Behind the eggs, and juice.

The other afternoon she chimed, and woke up.

October 22nd, 1148 CE, 5:36pm.
I portaled to what would one day be Virginia.

I came to watch the sun set.
Still. Quiet. I could hear the faintest breeze whistle in my ears. The buzz of every insect the step of every living thing near me.

I sat on a long fallen tree, and beheld a pre-industrial evening. The sky empty of men was already filling with bright so very bright stars. I scented the aroma of the ocean half a hundred miles away.

If not for the bears which were very common in that when. I would have slept the night there.
I portaled back to West 28th Street Manhattan,...current time.
Noise. Chaos. Smears of neon.

I went to a Chinese take-out had dumplings, and tea.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

"The Secret Lives of,...'Some' Boys"

"Peter Pan Speaks"

"Yes I know all about the World of Men with their Greed Wars Cruelty, and Madness. You exterminate whole peoples you murder babies children you poison the land the seas the skies. Yes I know your world well. Which is why I rescue as many of your little ones as I can"

"Unknown Country's"

I've been thinking about the post I put up about our possible previous lives, and spiritual realities generally. Not knowing the nature of the myriad unknown countries is a blessing. The preservation of some kinds of mysteries is akin to preserving the ecologies.

Science mercifully considers it all superstition for now. We should help preserve this "official" ignorance. For if science ever truly becomes interested in spiritual unknowns literal 'Hells' may be turned loose. This as the fools try to commercialize, and weaponized it.

For then only the "G-ds" if any can truly help us.

"A Kindness"

A dear friend who is a Sand, and Shadow artist made this for me. She thought I needed a bit of cheering up. I did. Kindness everywhere.

"Aw Shit!",...a run-run from 2017.

I just saw a post on a comrade's page. It was about how ungrateful some are when you help them. They even give you shit. Thing is you don't stop helping them, and others.

Helping doing what's right, and good is not for a reward. The Nuns, at least to me, implied there's rewards in our divine bank accounts for every Mitzvah/good deed we do.

It 'really' doesn't work that way.

One has a vision of a vast celestial bank of "Good Deeds" attended by angelic investment specialists racking up tons of holy interest for every time you don't trip a blind person or not say the "N" word. These are 'not' rewarded...you're supposed to 'not' do these things.

Anyway "good" in it's many meanings is just what you do or try to.

Amen,...pretty much.

This a reply from my dear radio pal Tom Wisker:

Imagine Heaven's Administrative Annex, with tens of thousands of angel-accountants sitting in Celestial Cubicles, with harp Muzak playing as they work their abacuses and make quill-pen entries in huge, leather-bound ledgers.

My take on the whole thing:

Right I go the Amalgamated Heavenly Paradise Bank Ltd. asking to make a small withdrawal. I wander into the place ask directions then five angel cops slam me against the wall do a cavity search take blood samples then scan my brain with some space alien thing. They drag me semi-conscious to a steel walled room with one light bulb hanging from it's rusted ceiling. An angel in a Nazi-like black uniform, with a gold dollar sign on his peaked cap enters.

He looks at me with contempt, and sits at the desk in front of where I bleeding, and dazed am kneeling. He's given my file by an attendant who is dressed as Peter Pan. (???)

He begins, "I understand you want to make a withdrawal". I mumble my mouth full of broken teeth. He continues. "This is most irregular." ...he sniffs turning the pages of my file. I try to say, "...all I wanted was..." "Silence!" the angelic Inspector General barked!!

Two bully boy angel cops enter the Inspector nods in my direction.

I come to a week later in the bank's surgery. There's a Demon nurse drinking the blood samples standing over me. "Am I in Hell?" I ask.

"No you're still on Heaven's banking level. We fill in as temps." "The banking, and violent authority culture here agrees with us." "Can I eat your liver?"

Just then some angel intern comes over shoos away the demon looks at my charts, and sez, "...well another withdrawal case." "You can't normally withdraw if you're still mortal,...you know that right?"

To which I say "...what?' ...then fart.

"Aw crap a code brown,...ya not gonna shit ya self are ya,...no?" "Code blue!" "...another walk in" "Look pal there a system. You got a heartbeat so no dice. Eh you got a note from da Lawd or one of his team,...no? Sorry pal you gotta go home. I'll call dispatch to send you back to whatever shithole you came from. Let's see,...eh,...wow the U.S.A. in the early 21st?!" "Boy are you in for it"

Me, "...what?"

I was then sent to Hell by mistake. Man what a swell place. Parties great music cool cars folks from all history booze dope boys or whatever the whole swell deal!. Everybody cool is there too. My secret boyfriend from summer camp sees me smiles, and is coming over. He's still 13, and now so am I.

I asks if I can stay, but some demon cop sez something about the "Mortal's Prohibition Act", and sprayed me with Heroin gas. I come to in front of my keyboard with the implanted notion that this whole thing is just a stupid post I'm working on.

Shit!

(To be continued.)

"2023 C.E."

I found a forbidden copy of "Wild Boys" by the now criminalized 20th century author William Burroughs. This in a used book stall. I'm amazed there's one still around. I mean after the "Literary Purity, and Religious Freedom Act" was passed. I paid in Bitcoin script, and hid it under my shirt. I took it home turned out all the lights. I climbed into my hall closet with a flash light. I crouch, and slowly open to the first page.

Suddenly police dogs barking a chopper hovering overhead with search lights stabbing through the curtains. The sound of boots stomping up my building's stairs.

Life in Tomorrowland.