| Taking The Wheel of Life Out For a Spin | 0 comments |
 10 Apr 2008 @ 19:47[excerpted from DoingIt!, March, 2007] and we let it slip away ~~ We May Never Pass This Way Again, by Seals & Crofts Having come, by a truly awe-inspiring and humbling set of circumstances, to a greater awakening of devotion— -- to the Earth; to gifts that have constantly, consistently and continually been bestowed upon me; to recognition and increased respect for the commitment of the seeker within myself and those I have come to witness in their myriad individual reflections of such back to me; to the Creative Force by all names— -- it seems I am now being bombarded with snippets and nuggets and moments… everywhere I turn; each, one more bit of proof that more is moving toward the positive in this world than we sometimes dare to believe… and certainly more than is reported to us. I feel something is awakening in me that will result in increased words and pictures, stories, documentation that hope to be increasingly effective in mirroring back to you the divinity and perfection within you, others, our world and beyond. I hope that you are achieving your own awakenings each day and feel that you are. The remembering of who we are and can be is available through limitless means. As I am writing this I am allowing an amazing documentary to wash over me— Wheel of Time by Werner Herzog. More > |
| A Blank Slate | 0 comments |
| 10 Apr 2008 @ 19:28 [excerpted from DoingIT!, January, 2007] Your consciousness slowly, hazily, fades up from black… stirred back from… somewhere… by a gentle rocking and the click-clack along the track of a well-worn New York subway car methodically easing its way toward Coney Island. Gradually the strobing effect of abstract light and shadows outside the window re-member themselves into recognizable images. Sort of. Your cheek is cool, and sticks slightly as you wrest it away from the window amidst coming to an odd revelation. You don’t know where or who you are. It is only days later that you find out your name is Douglas, and after coming to the realization that complete amnesia is not-- along with evil twins and car chases ending in toppled produce carts—perhaps the realm of latenight suspense movies alone. This is not a dream. You have just awakened from the fugue state. Thanks to a Netflix referral (those who liked such-and-such, also liked ______) I got turned onto an amazing documentary on the recent life of Douglas Bruce, as directed by a former/current, old life/new life friend of his, Rupert Murray. Unknown White Male (2005) purports to be a recounting of the true events of Bruce’s life since awaking on said subway in 2003. Some Googling on this also stirred up some potential conspiracy theory on the authenticity of all this. And it remains for the viewer to decide on which side of the cloudy shower curtain of this authenticity/hoaxissue they stand. I can only say, this film was done extremely well-- in either case, and inspired incredible directions of thought-- in either case. Set against a backdrop of many of us assessing a year drawing to a close and another promising to tick into being, my timely viewing of Unknown White Male has delivered us a white rabbit which taunts us to follow by asking, “If you lost your past, would you want it back?” More > |
| An Expression, A Cup and the Whole Enchilada | 0 comments |
  10 Apr 2008 @ 15:53[excerpted from DoingIt!, June, 2006] “I Can’t Stand It!” Joan uses this saying sometimes when she is so excited about something that she is about to burst. In receiving a great present or treat. Being in France. Being amidst flowers and beautiful smells and beauty in general. I see her rock and shake until she can’t contain the joy of a kid at Christmas… bottled and aged to perfection… and then, pop!, a giggling, “I can’t stannnd it!!” This buzz is like medicine to me. The non-bitter kind which we have dedicated ourselves to releasing into the world in any and all ways that might reduce or counter the amount of spirit and soul-killing toxins ready to latch onto any one of us in a given moment. The spoonful of sugar that hopes to help the reality go down. I get excited about things as well, but it is only when wound and keyed-up to that next level of exhilaration… that I realize how much broader my joy quotient could be stretched; how much stronger my own medicine could be. Thankfully, the stars have aligned, and one of these special, thrill-inducing occasions (a month-long injection of rocket fuel for my soul) is before me now, as I am once again being enlivened by the World Cup! More > |
| God's Car | 0 comments |
 7 Apr 2008 @ 00:53[originally posted on the One World Flag website on Feb 13, 2003] I was just thinking that if God, or whatever name you would use in reference to a Supreme Being or Beings-- Allah, Buddah, Great Spirit, Krishna, your name here-- was driving around the neighborhood today… the one thing we would be least likely to see… … would be a bumper sticker reading something to the effect of “My Children are Honor Students at Earth Humanity School”. More > |