TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted March 8, 2011 Do you feel the ebb and flow of your own inspiration? Mmmm...I do...and why is that so? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted March 8, 2011 Mmmm...I do...and why is that so? I was hoping you could tell me. Ennui Comes and goes Like a friend Who gives you no warning. This friend has been here for A few days And is beggining to smell Like an old fish. I suppose things rise and things fall. I guess I'll just hang around and See What Happens. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted April 7, 2011 (edited) I just had a friend tell me a bunch of things got screwed up in her life because "Mercury's in retrograde". Wooooooaaahhh, watch out! Might as well just stay in bed for 6 weeks. What is it with these people that like to announce to you that your life is about to get a lot more difficult because of this planetary aberrancy? I mean, why talk about it? Even if it does have some screwing up effect on the world, what can you do about it? I'd rather not know about this phenomenon, thanks very much. Edited April 7, 2011 by TheSongsofDistantEarth Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted April 7, 2011 I sometimes think that's a convenient tool to gloss over things people should be responsible for themselves. Believing that their life is taking a dump because of the position of a planet is way beyond victimhood. It elevates it to an art form. I hope you're doing well. It's been one grey day after another up here in Ohio. Spring better happen soon, or I'm outta here. I've got confused crocuses and daffodils. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted April 7, 2011 I think I sounded like Andy Rooney in my last post. Aw, come visit Arizona, it's nice and sunny here, you sexy old thing.. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted April 7, 2011 LOL, you do sound just like Andy Rooney. I'm listening to Donald Trump railing about Obama's birth certificate. Is that swoop-haired money monster actually thinking about running for president? Jeez. And yes, you've called it correctly. I am a sexy old thing. So's my 86 year old mom. She has the men at the retirement home drooling. At least I think that's why they're doing it. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zerostao Posted May 31, 2011 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNtRO3IrGg4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
stan herman Posted May 31, 2011 I sometimes think that's a convenient tool to gloss over things people should be responsible for themselves. Believing that their life is taking a dump because of the position of a planet is way beyond victimhood. It elevates it to an art form. I hope you're doing well. It's been one grey day after another up here in Ohio. Spring better happen soon, or I'm outta here. I've got confused crocuses and daffodils. Just ran across this old post but it tickled me. Say Manitou, do you think that grey day in Ohio was because of the positions of clouds and wind, or is that just victimhood as an art form? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted August 21, 2011 Nothing to Do by Shel Silverstein Nothing to do? Nothing to do? Put some mustard in your shoe, Fill your pockets full of soot, Drive a nail into your foot, Put some sugar in your hair, Place your toys upon the stair, Smear some jelly on the latch, Eat some mud and strike a match, Draw a picture on the wall, Roll some marbles down the hall, Pour some ink in daddy's cap - - Now go upstairs and take a nap. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted August 21, 2011 Did you ever read The Giving Tree by Silverstein? I was given it as a young child and it made me cry every time I read it; somehow that seemed to set a type of template for my life that I can't even put a finger on. Like it made me feel guilty for taking anything....it all had to be giving. This is not a particularly good book to give to a young girl in a dog-eat-dog capitalistic society. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Adishakti Posted August 22, 2011 (edited) - Edited August 23, 2011 by Adishakti Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
tulku Posted August 22, 2011 As I go through my day, I often look around at the world and wonder how people work the places they do or do the jobs they do without totally getting depressed or giving up. I mean, pick out some little business in a strip mall that someone owns, and has the keys to and operates, fretting about the economy and dealing with the small trickle of the world that comes through their door. Seems depressing to me. How do those people at the bank stand there for 8 hours under flourescent lightsand do transactions with the general public, 40 hours a week for years, and keep a smile on their face and not hate where they go every day? I just flew through LAX yesterday and dealt with the absolute madhouse of airport security, and wonder how those poor fuckers do it? I can barely stand to go through it myself for a short period of time. I berate myself for being so sensitive to environments sometimes, thinking I 'should' be more present, aware, compassionate, non-judging, equanimous, etc...but seriously, I think I would just walk away from it at some point. But many people have marvelled that i do what I do, which they consider difficult, and I think "no, you've got the difficult job. I love what I do". They are thinking the same thing about me. Isn't that funny? This is because they are trapped in the maras of sex, good food and fun. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Marblehead Posted August 22, 2011 This is because they are trapped in the maras of sex, good food and fun. You just can't get off that horse, can you? The poor thing is dying of exhaustion. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted September 29, 2011 'Damn Thirsty' First The fish needs to say, "Something ain't right about this Camel ride- And I'm Feeling so damn Thirsty" -Hafiz Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted September 29, 2011 'Damn Thirsty' First The fish needs to say, "Something ain't right about this Camel ride- And I'm Feeling so damn Thirsty" -Hafiz How much truer can it get than this? the distribution of wealth on a global scale is just so terribly unfair. some of those fishes need a trip to the desert. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
strawdog65 Posted October 1, 2011 How much truer can it get than this? the distribution of wealth on a global scale is just so terribly unfair. some of those fishes need a trip to the desert. We are ALL so thirsty because we live so removed from the essence of our being....Nature. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted October 29, 2011 I wonder how the bums generally feel about getting OLD. I mean elderly, debilitated, demented. I suppose if I become a Taoist Master, it would be alright, but otherwise it just seems weird and sad getting old. It really gets me when I run into someone I knew from my youth and they are middle-aged now and barely recognizable...(at 53, I don't have any grey hair or receding hairline, so I look pretty much the same as I did). I suspect a lot of us do energy cultivation as 'insurance' against the ravages of aging. Although I love old people in general, I have had the occasion to spend quite a bit of time lately in 'Old Folks Homes', i.e., nursing homes and assisted living, and there is a gradient of broken-downedness, from functioning people all the way to the living almost-dead. It's very weird to see humans warehoused like they are...I'd rather go out consciously than lose my mind and fade a-w-a-y Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manitou Posted October 29, 2011 I wonder how the bums generally feel about getting OLD. I mean elderly, debilitated, demented. I suppose if I become a Taoist Master, it would be alright, but otherwise it just seems weird and sad getting old. It really gets me when I run into someone I knew from my youth and they are middle-aged now and barely recognizable...(at 53, I don't have any grey hair or receding hairline, so I look pretty much the same as I did). I suspect a lot of us do energy cultivation as 'insurance' against the ravages of aging. Although I love old people in general, I have had the occasion to spend quite a bit of time lately in 'Old Folks Homes', i.e., nursing homes and assisted living, and there is a gradient of broken-downedness, from functioning people all the way to the living almost-dead. It's very weird to see humans warehoused like they are...I'd rather go out consciously than lose my mind and fade a-w-a-y Hi songs! Nice to see you! What a great query. Getting old and decrepit. I spend a bit of time in an old folks home too because my 86 year old mother is there. I think the worst of it is the depression that seems to waft throughout the place. sure, the staff is wonderful, and they have programs all the time for the seniors. But most of them, including my mother, are just depressed beyond belief. If she's not down in the dining room, which she does twice a day, she's up in her room laying on the couch with her arm crossed over her eyes. It's like she's just...waiting to die. What an incredible difference from the way elders were treated tribally or in extended family settings. Today's families tend to be small in the US - provisions and plans for taking the elder in with the rest of the family have gone by the wayside; the whole industry of elder care is one that is growing. I think the reason elders in these places feel so lost is because they have no function any longer. If an elder were utilized as a babysitter within a tribe or extended family, the elder would still feel useful, even if their capacities had diminished. But the elders of today, including my mom, have not much to live for in that sense. At least the ones living in Mom's place - and there's nothing wrong with that place. It's beautiful, the food is great, etc. It's her mindset. On a more personal basis, my short term memory is going. I'm following her right into dementia, and I'm okay with it. But I've found that even though my short term memory is closing in on me, my ability to think abstractly is expanding, strangely enough. I can get way out there, see things from all different angles, triangulate. But I can't tell you what I had for breakfast. If any of us morph into masters along this road, we'll know because the child comes back. Hence the metaphors about the master and the fool being the same; in one sense, the master is the fool. He just doesn't take seriously everything that everyone else does. He can see beyond that. People regard him as nebulous and dense because he doesn't 'see the big picture' in their minds. In essence, he sees an even larger picture in which fear doesn't come into play. If you think about it, the dementia thing is only a problem for those around the one with dementia. Once in a great while the dementia can be the other side of the coin of an enlightenment of sorts. The master takes pains over his lifetime to learn to Be Here Now and take in the whole thing. The elder with dementia does the same - they are totally Here Now, often because they allow their mental lives to become miserable. This could be a wonderful time in their lives, although the medical problems certainly come into play. The mindset is the thing. To be in a 'warehouse' with a more enlightened and positive view could be a hell of a lot of fun. I'm actually looking forward to it in the not too distant future. What seems to hover over the elders in the Townehouse (mom's place) is also a sense of unfulfill-ment. Lives not lived up to expectations (theirs or someone else's). They have PLENTY of time to reflect back (if they still can) and see what went wrong. But unfortunately unless they've found a way to utilize this self-knowledge (if they're lucky) it will remain in a continual state of blame of others for their condition at the present time. This is what I see, and this is what I hear when I sit down and talk to just about anyone in there. There are one or two in there that have a ball. One lady dances with herself all over the room when someone comes in to play the piano. she loves it. But you should hear how the rest of 'em talk about her, like she's from outer space. They don't like her, she's too much of a 'free spirit' for their comfort zone. I don't know about other places, but negativity goes around her place like a flu. But I'd like to address something else too. When we find the Path inward, something does happen to us. Don Juan Mateus would tell this to Castaneda. When the warrior starts to appear within, the body starts changing. I can attest to this wholeheartedly. My whole life I've struggled with my weight. Always. Never huge, but never slim. Chunky. When I was 'captured' by the Toltec path and I started to get into it, my weight just went down. My hair and nails are growing faster than they've ever grown before too. I'm healthier than I've been since I was a teenager. My skin is looking great. Something happened. Yes, I think a master of any sort could have a ball growing older. It's all in our choice of mindset. I look forward to my demented days at the Townehouse, probably, and will be playing the keyboard daily for the other dements. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Encephalon Posted November 25, 2011 Grateful to see you initiating this thread. Turning 51 last September and having my first child 3 weeks later has stretched out my conceptions of time and aging into dimensions I may never fully comprehend. I am reminded of an observation Simone de Beauvoir made: she once wrote that she used to regard the elderly as dead people whose legs continued to function. That gave me a chuckle, but I've discovered in midlife that I can connect with the young spirits that reside beneath the wrinkles of the elderly, but at the same time I find myself transformed by my 7-week old daughter, who has now acquired enough consciousness to look her mother and father in the eye while breaking out in smiles and laughter. I am immensely grateful that I still have extremely good health and feel secure in the knowledge that with a disciplined diet and a consistent nei kung and meditation practice I could well see my daughter into her own midlife. I am also grateful on this Thanksgiving Day that I am not in Los Angeles but up in Northern California with my wife and daughter visiting my family. We drove from my mother's house, a small but beautiful geodesic dome up in the hills of the Mother Lode, to the San francisco Bay Area, and are enjoying a lot of fine food, fresh air, and good times with our relatives. Showing off my beloved daughter for the first time is tempered by all of today's sobering news. Somehow, I have reconciled the joy of parenthood with the prospect of the Tao and Mother Nature hitting the reset button sometime before the 22nd century. And I am grateful that I live in a part of the world where I can access the wisdom of the East in securing a meaningful life, in spite of what the future may hold. I should send out some small thanks to Sean for creating this website. Sometimes it is infuriating, but my practice would not be as productive as it is today without the knowledge and information I gleaned from its members. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted November 25, 2011 (edited) Poetry. Real Poetry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZZajMAbCag&feature=related Down To You Joni Mitchell Everything comes and goes Marked by lovers and styles of clothes Things that you held high And told yourself were true Lost or changing as the days come down to you Down to you Constant stranger You're a kind person You're a cold person too It's down to you It all comes down to you. You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness In the morning there are lovers in the street They look so high You brush against a stranger And you both apologize Old friends seem indifferent You must have brought that on Old bonds have broken down Love is gone Ooh, love is gone Written on your spirit this sad song Love is gone Everything comes and goes Pleasure moves on too early And trouble leaves too slow Just when you're thinking You've finally got it made Bad news comes knocking At your garden gate Knocking for you Constant stranger You're a brute-you're an angel You can crawl-you can fly too It's down to you It all comes down to you Ooh, love is gone Written on your spirit this sad song Love is gone Everything comes and goes Pleasure moves on too early And trouble leaves too slow Just when you're thinking You've finally got it made Bad news comes knocking At your garden gate Knocking for you Constant stranger You're a brute-you're an angel You can crawl-you can fly too It's down to you It all comes down to you Edited November 25, 2011 by TheSongsofDistantEarth Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
John Zen Posted November 25, 2011 Relevant quote: "It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society" -- Jiddu Krishnamurti And I cannot say it any better. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
9th Posted November 26, 2011 (edited) walking on the heads of garbage dwelling rodents, crushing toe cheese between hangnail alley cats and cat house spinnerets, funky bass line popping booty stop drop and rolling in a deadly kung fu disco party, moves called as performed, i.e. "donkey punch!" and so forth purple bruises and throbbing veins begging to be lanced, teenyboppers hanging posters for fancy lancelots riding three toed sloths clashing with mighty ocelot legions scattering hamster wheels to the wind splashing slogans from infested chemical air wave pollution, microscopic dust devas, peeking and winking begging a great seer for another hot spanking another double penetration, double geyser overload flipped up, laid down and cold, got to be, baby electromagnet flow spreads endless pleasure princess Edited November 26, 2011 by 9th 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
TheSongsofDistantEarth Posted November 26, 2011 walking on the heads of garbage dwelling rodents, crushing toe cheese between hangnail alley cats and cat house spinnerets, funky bass line popping booty stop drop and rolling in a deadly kung fu disco party, moves called as performed, i.e. "donkey punch!" and so forth purple bruises and throbbing veins begging to be lanced, teenyboppers hanging posters for fancy lancelots riding three toed sloths clashing with mighty ocelot legions scattering hamster wheels to the wind splashing slogans from infested chemical air wave pollution, microscopic dust devas, peeking and winking begging a great seer for another hot spanking another double penetration, double geyser overload flipped up, laid down and cold, got to be, baby electromagnet flow spreads endless pleasure princess Poetry. Throbbing veins begging to be lanced? 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites