Seasons & Reasons

All of us meet people. Sometimes they turn out to be friends, lovers, and if you’re really cookin’ soulmates. It’s something like the changing seasons. They come, they go and they (sometimes) return. People may enter your space stage right and exit stage left because you and they have a minor part in some unknown onlooker’s life. Some people enter your life because you raised a question or made an off the cuff suggestion that The Second Lady has picked up on. You may even have asked for help and then forgotten about it. Maybe you have met someone because they have a need which is unknown to you, but when the rubber has to hit the road you’ve got the answer. Sometimes the newly minted person in your life brings personal growth or just makes you laugh. Others just make you feel good. Some make you happy no matter what your mood. Sometimes The Second Lady brings you into someone else’s life and smoothes the path for some indiscernible reason which may or may not be revealed far into the future. If you have been drafted by The Second Lady never forget it is a privilege to enter someone’s life in any meaningful way. You’re only there to give, assist, and help and not to run their life. Sometimes you don’t know why you’re there and if you are really lucky The Second Lady is guiding you along a mysterious, irrational, and illogical path . All you have to do is to keep the faith, trust implicitly , be alert, watch the stones, and not fall off . There are no foreseeable rewards but the future compensation could be infinite. It’s tough work, but others before you have tread the same path.

Crush, Sweat & "Just Is" Love

There’re 3 kinds of love. The first is crush. You love someone and he / she never notices. ‘Nuff said. Sweat love is the commonest. That’s the one where you try too hard, give concessions to get it "right" and generally spend hours convincing yourself it is "true" love. The greatest love is "Just Is" which tends to occur naturally. It is the rarest. No adjustment is required. Frequently The Second Lady is behind it. It is the closest thing to experiencing The Second Lady’s full blown love. Some people have experienced an inkling of The Second Lady’s love in a near death experience. Most people never experience the "Just Is" kind of love. If you have "Just Is" all your friends keep asking you very politely "How are things going???" or make comments that "You seem to have changed " . You also have a tendency to go around with a silly face (or slightly out of character face) or smile as you walk down the street whether anyone is around or not. People may avoid you because you appear "strange". "Just Is" love is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

When It’s Love

When it's love it just doesn't much matter how you twist and turn, what you say, act out, or try to convince others, it "Just Is" and will forever "BE".

So???

One of the fascinating questions of this universe is the one "Why are we here???" For most people it seems to be "Do onto others before they do you." I can’t conceive that The Second Lady would go to all this work if each of us only have 3 score and 10 years of life. The nearest thing I can come up with is the thought that she wants us to learn something while we’re here. It is only logical. Life is full of different paths. Life is full of decisions. Life has randomness, order and chaos. All the elements of learning because we must overcome the challenges to succeed. We come in with nothing and we go out with nothing. So why bother to accumulate wealth and generally stick others before they stick you?? It seems to me to be a colossal waste of time. I may be crazy but it seems to me to have excellent Karma you need to think positive thoughts and try to help as many people as you can even if they will never know. The true secret of life is to enjoy your journey, look at the scenery along your path, don’t judge, don’t panic, and finally just let it Be.

Thoughts

Thoughts are more than memories. Thoughts can change the future. The Second Lady can take your thoughts and turn them into reality. She works in many ways. She may use your friends, complete strangers or seemingly unconnected events. She may forewarn you that something unique is about to happen through your dreams. It is, usually, a mild unsettling feeling that you can’t quite get out of your mind no matter how hard you try. It flows over your whole Being. You suddenly realize that for some unaccountable reason your whole Being is about to be rewritten. Who and what you are is about to be changed. You are free to reach out and become One.

String Theory

We are all puppets on an unseen string. Someone wrote the play, but neglected to give us the script. On the surface we are all jerked around like here and now creatures. Our brains collect memories and our eyes see objects in the hope that we can divine the future, but the future doesn’t extrapolate exactly from the past. We hunger for something new and exciting but cannot escape the string. We think, but realize nothing. Perhaps, in time, The Second Lady will give us a hint.

Patterns

All of life is a series of patterns. We have rules, culture, plans, procedures, organizations, hierarchies, rituals, and all that jazz. The dance of life begins. Watch the patterns swirl, twist and turn. Will love, compassion and empathy keep them straight??? Only The Second Lady, who plays the fiddle, knows for sure and she ain’t talkin’.

We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby

Positives!! Be positive, think positive, act positive. Make the world move and grove "+". Feel those vibes!!

Love Sign

When two souls switch from me to you.

True Love

True love comes when a soul bonds with another soul. If that doesn't happen all you have is friendship.

Life’s Three Levels

There are 3 levels to our lives. The first level is our every day 3 dimensional level. This is the level that you see through the old eyeball. The one in which you spend 99% of your time interpreting. You know how it goes. Do I look nice?? What image do I want to project??? Do I fit in??? Most people spend their entire lives on this level. The second level involves the soul. The only time most people ever hear about it is if they go to church / synagogue / whatever. The only context in which they hear about their soul involves the question, "Are you going to lose it???" I mean, like man, how can you answer that question if you know nada about it??? It seems to be important because some people in authority spend a lot of time talking about it. Some people think a soul is something that keeps us on the straight and narrow. It talks to us if we fall off / are in danger of falling off. The soul is more than that. It is our second Level "Being", our spirituality, for lack of a better word . It’s dimensionless, yet has dimensions. The third or top level involves God. The word God seems to have been overused to the extent that its’ meaning has been corrupted. We use it everywhere with little thought. God is generally presented as some fearsome short tempered person that doesn’t tolerate bad behaviour. Sort of like parents on meth. God also involves "love". Love, to most people, means that if you love me, then you will give me stuff. Love also means that I may have treated you badly but I still "love" you. Why should God get such a bad rap??? God seems like a nice person to me. I talk to her all the time. She seems reasonable. Try talking to her. She won’t bite your head off.

Bottle Fed Men

There are some basic truths in this world. Of course, nothing is 100%, because there are always exceptions. But in this case the basic truth is around 99%. After thoughtful and careful study, it seems to me that bottle fed men, in general, are more sophisticated, socially useful and intelligent. It all revolves around imprinting. It seems that a duck or a goose or anything else that has to do with an egg thinks the first thing it sees is its’ mother. What happens if something goes wrong???? Let’s look at breast fed men for example. Men come out of the birth canal as blind as a bat. So far, so good. Before some men know what hit them, they, through no fault of their own, are swinging at the end of a humungus breast associating breast and food as one and the same thing. Right then and there the poor breast fed man is being imprinted. It seems to me that if a man is imprinted from birth with the idea that his mother is a giant pendulistic breast he shouldn’t be criticized for what follows. But unfortunately, as we all know, life isn’t fair. Most men, facing these conditions, become psychologically impaired. They think that love is a decent pair of Hooters. There are whole economic systems, such as beer and sports, built on impaired men and their desperate unending search for Hooters. Some of the sisters have a weak spot for those men. Ladies, they’re not a good bet. Breast fed men, desperate for Hooters, cannot comprehend that sometimes the sisters are too exhausted from work, cooking, raising the kids and doing the housework. "Not tonight" becomes a ringing death bell for these men. Breast fed men have feelings of desperation. They invest a lot of energy in trying to maintain a relationship, but these men can only do so much to overcome "Not tonight". Breast fed men start to lose confidence. Self esteem / self worth becomes an issue. Now, I really shouldn’t try to advise the sisters, but it seems to me, if you are looking for a long term relationship, then the intelligent and logical thing to do is to find a bottle fed man. Fortunately, for the sisters, they don’t have to be put in the awkward position of asking the question on the first date. Just observe.

Trust, Faith & Other Impossibles

It all starts out when we are born. Down the old chute on automatic because we don’t know from nothing. No automatic pilot, no future. Our first introduction to reality is a slap on the behind to get us started. The next thing someone comes along with a humungus pair of scissors and snips off the old feeding tube. After that someone takes a look at my privates without reading me my rights. It’s also colder than hell in this place. I just want to crawl back up that long slide and be cozy again. Looking back on that experience I think it is the source of all my lack of trust and faith. The insincerest thing I hear is how cute and cuddly I am after everyone has violated me. I’ve lost complete trust and faith in everything. I find that I can’t literally take one step at a time and get out of here. I’m completely dependent on these obviously sadistic creatures. The next thing that happens is that I’m lifted towards a gigantic swinging pendulum that will take my head off if it hits me. The first ½ hour of life and psychologically damaged for life. Is this what it is all about????

Science Fiction Has Taught Me About Life

If you think seriously about life for a moment, the most important thing you need to know is if something is alive or dead. You definitely need this information to date effectively. Here are some pointers taken from science fiction:

1. The object of your attention has to have the ability to recognize your existence. There are various ways to recognize something exists, but the most common way is through eyesight. If you are in the market, it is necessary to examine his / her eyes to see if there is any life. It is a window to the soul thing. You know how it goes, no soul equals no nothing.

2. Does the object of your attention have opposable thumbs??? After all you don’t want the psychological impression that you are being grabbed by the scruff of the neck in those heated moments of deep understanding.

3. Language is very important. There has to be some means of communication. Presumably the object of your affection has mastered the subtleties of "Duh" and is ready to move on. I mean, let’s face it, to be successful, you have to repeat yourself in various ways to maintain the illusion of attention and progress. Sort of the same process used in bringing up children with suitable modifications.

4. Culture is very important. It is a ritualistic way of passing information on to future generations. Sort of a Berlitz book on getting it right. It is also very important in the parent approval process in case you need money for a wedding.

Lastly, there is a rare form of communication that generally happens out of the blue which I like to call the "Duh Factor". It is very difficult to explain without sounding genetically stupid. For those that are unfamiliar with the process it generally goes like this. You’re sitting around, with your brain in neutral. Something happens for no intelligently discernible reason. You, for some undeserving reason have skipped 1 to 4 above. Something that --- and you will have to trust me on this "just is".

God Does Kiss

I’ve been thinking about the Theory Of Everything. In case you haven’t heard about it, it is a theory that says there is a mathematical formula which explains everything in this universe as long as you can plug in the right numbers. I haven’t a clue about that formula. My writing has been about a lot of God’s trees in her mighty forest. Basically, I, being highly curious, have been trying to understand the principles on which she built our universe. So far I’ve learned that, like us, she isn’t interested in doing a lot of work. She wants a self sustaining universe so she has constructed mechanisms to keep it running. She uses something equivalent to a vacuum cleaner to keep the universe tidy. She uses randomness, order and chaos to keep things from becoming boring for you and I. She has organized various professions that accent different principles so you and I can use those concepts or even modify them for use somewhere else. She has provided us with plants and animals so we can apply their living principles to our lives. The essence of God’s genius, is that she has taken a simple concept that can be mechanized, modified and applied to problems. Love is an example. People say they "love" doing this or that. We have a love industry that can satisfy horizontal needs. We love someone. God loves us. God kisses us. In her simplest application, kiss means "keep it simple stupid". In its’ complex form it’s God’s kiss for doing good work.. That kiss has a WOW factor that still has me in a daze, incoherent, and nonfunctional.

My Life Is Based On Ducks

My life is based on Duck Principles. I’m a procrastinator which is just like ducking. I like to maintain a cool, unruffled exterior, with all my feathers neatly in place. Sometimes, however, through no fault of my own, I get into a flap. I’m curious, which means I’m furiously paddling underneath to keep up. I like to see what’s going on so I’m generally found at the back of any line. I enjoy writing which is basically stringing words and thoughts into a line which seems to me, on reflection, based on duck genes. I don’t talk much because I can sense things. Once again, I seem to have a navigational system that is genetically duck based as I seem to eventually "get" somewhere anyway. I have a built in grasp of the principle of investments because I don’t put all my eggs in one basket. I think financial people call it diversification. I waddle when I walk. That way I present a moving target both laterally and vertically so I’m harder to hit or even figure out because no one knows what is coming next including me. I tuck my face into my armpit like a duck and fall asleep. My answer to everything in life is a simple, yet demonstrative "quack, quack". I’m always dipping into the water to see if something is headed my way. I never look behind because what is past is past. To me, it is logical that if God had wanted me to look behind, I’d have eyes in the back of my head. Now if I could only find my galoshes I’d go out and get into the hot tub.

Something In Nothing

I like thinking about life. I’m also fascinated by why things work. I also like a good mystery, but I’m never able to figure out what is going to happen next. Sometimes in life, as we all well know, something happens that is wonderful and has no rational 3 dimensional reason for existing. When this happens you and I usually start digging around in our 3 dimensional illusionary existence to see why it happened. Usually, that examination brings up nada. Most of us stop there, forgetting that we have another life called Forms Of Reality. Don’t ask me to explain it because I’m clueless. It just exists one level above our illusions which is generally defined as "life". I suspect that God has a lot to do with its’ existence. I like to think our Forms Of Reality are a series of railway tracks between God and us. God is the headlight on each of our Forms Of Reality Train as they go down that track. That movement of our personal trains gives us a life that is always moving forward. If we have her as our headlight it is less likely that we are going to get into any permanent doodoo. Since she provides us with such a large headlight sometimes we can’t see around her and all the way down the track. You may be able to glimpse an oncoming light that human nature automatically thinks is another train. She knows she is taking you towards the Light. I guess this is the origin of the saying "Just Keep the Faith Baby".

The Second Lady

Most men carry around a small boy inside of them. It sort of just exists. Sometimes we do things and get into trouble with women. Women have a nurturing gene which means that they are generally sympathetic to small boys no matter where they are located. My problem started, as most problems do, rather innocently. I was sitting here one day and it suddenly occurred to me that God has just got to be a woman. I proceeded to post about my theory and the more I wrote, the bolder my comments got. Being a man, I naturally thought if I wasn’t struck down God sort of agreed. Sorry pal. I don’t know if my readers are up on women so here is a simple truth. Women handle things very subtly. If you are a man who has a girl friend, significant other, or is married you know what I mean. You would think that I, being a man, would be smart enough to realize if you irritate a woman who has designed the universe and has "life" experience from year 0 you could be asking for trouble big time. My present predicament sort of reminds me of what happened to the mythical gods that got out of line. You probably know how the story goes. One god irritates the other gods. The other gods gang up on the one god. Gods aren’t allowed to kill gods so they bring in a gorgeous chicky poo who was basically a chattel in those years and have the god fall in love with said chicky poo. The kicker is that if said god approaches said chicky poo in any way the god loses his eternity. A neat solution to a problem. If we modernize the story the now outstandingly gorgeous woman becomes a modern self sufficient woman well able to look after herself. What the second lady did was brought a soulmate into my life. That in itself isn’t bad, because, generally speaking, I can pine away with no one being the wiser. Unfortunately the second lady took it a step further. She went and switched on the modern woman’s soulmate gene. Here’s the kicker. If two soulmate genes are switched on, you now have two life forces zipping back and forth between two people. So now I’m in the old god position of look, communicate, but don’t touch plus the responsibility of looking after the innocent person’s life force. So here am I bathing away in the midst of someone’s tremendous life force, and walking around in a fog. Come to think about it, that ain’t a bad way to live!!! Maybe God thinks I’m going good after all!!

Soulmates

One of the great anguishes in life is trying to decide what exactly is a soulmate. A soulmate is not a good friend, even though they may share a lot of similar characteristics. You may have more than one friend so you may, if you are lucky, have more than one soulmate. The definition of a soulmate that appeals to me is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as through the communicating that takes place between us were not the product of intentional efforts , but rather a divine grace. It is something that is just there whether we like it or not. To me it is like a mind meld of two Forms Of Reality into one. A soulmate is someone that puts you first no matter what contrary to our 3 dimensional survival imperative. The other person’s Forms Of Reality are what comes first and your Forms Of Reality are secondary. If you are soulmates you tend not to argue because both of your independent Forms Of Reality are fully integrated to act as one. You cannot create a soulmate by living together or by spilling your most intimate details. In fact, a soulmate may never know you in any detail. A soulmate just "knows" your Forms Of Reality.

Be Bop

Everyone bandies "Love" around as a cool / sophisticated topic. Gallons of agonizing ink is spilled on the subject. Even the perennial Jack Daniel’s puts in a word. Soulmate is the operative word. If people are truly connected nothing will keep them apart. Both of you exist in Forms Of Reality. Forms Of Reality is really Heaven by another name. The nice thing is that God has decided to let everyone have more than one soulmate. It’s more than "if one is seeking the soul-mate within". Sometimes God gets sick and tired of twiddling her thumbs waiting for one’s "progress". She sets up a series of events so that a soulmate comes along and bops you on the head. It can be an earth shattering experience. God has decided to take you into her "Substance of Being". God has decided to "be bop" you. She says you have to take it as an "Article Of Faith". It’s "Be Bop (A lulu) Time"!!