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"All the problems we face in the United States today," said comedian and presidential candidate Pat Paulsen, "can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian." With that as your inspiration, Pisces, I urge you to take inventory of your own "immigration policy." It's an excellent time to do so, astrologically speaking. Here are some questions to guide you. What influences do you allow to pour into your sphere? Are they beneficial for your long-term mental health? What people do you invite to share your resources? Do they bring out the best in you? Do you have smart boundaries that keep out the bad stuff and welcome in the good?
Dear Friends(so far I don't have any friends on this blog but just incase someday I do),
I am going to start a new "segment" to my blog. One of the many methods I use to reflect on the inner workings of my life, is to check my weekly Free Will Astrology maintained and written by Rob Breszny. Rob is also the author of Pronoia Is the Antidote to Paranoia, which I will refer to a lot in my blog as - it looks like I'm okay with using the word "blog" now. Oh well. Things change. I like breaking rules especially if they are my own.
So I decided what I am going to do is paste my weekly horoscope at the top of my blog entry and do a short reaction to it. I will assess whether the reading is accurate. If it has any meaning for me. Often times Rob's horoscopes have odd references in them. Sometimes his obsure references are as hard to follow as Dennis What'shisnamefromSNL who was an NFL commentator for a while and said things like "that guy is harder to tackle than a rhino at a party with B.B.King and Jefferson Davis."
I'll read over the horoscope again then write my response later tonight.
My response:
"All the problems we face in the United States today," said comedian and presidential candidate Pat Paulsen, "can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian." With that as your inspiration, Pisces, I urge you to take inventory of your own "immigration policy."
Interesting quote. I just finished an American History course up to 1877, which in a college level course is a lot more detailed than what I remember from High School when I took U.S. History with Mr. Shewell my soph year and American Rev and Civil War my senior(easy A). One of my problems with American history is how we (white religious folk) treated the Indians (reddish brown spiritual natives). First of all I think it's stupid to refer to them as Indians just because early explorers were trying to reach India and this continent happened to be in the way. On the same note they did not choose to be American so it's not really fair to call them Native Americans either. I guess it sounds nicer that red man or savage(not that white people aren't known for savagery). Tribal spiritual natives? Native people of this land. I guess there's no easy way to say it.
As for an immigration policy as the source of our problems. Well, I have often wondered. What if instead of killing them off or forcing them to relocate to the shittiest peices of land without proper supplies or compensation we actually tried to incorporate their beliefs into our own. I think if we all had the respect for animals and nature and the spirit underneath it all, we would have rethought how we create our industries, oil rigs, and factories which have literally made us an endangered species. Although it is impossible to go back in time and change things, we have to make real changes in our present day lives which will reverse the destructive force of industry and create a new age where nature and technology and consciousness coexist and are the guiding forces in our lives. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that things have to break down and fall apart before new things can take their place.
"It's an excellent time to do so, astrologically speaking. Here are some questions to guide you. What influences do you allow to pour into your sphere? Are they beneficial for your long-term mental health? What people do you invite to share your resources? Do they bring out the best in you? Do you have smart boundaries that keep out the bad stuff and welcome in the good?"
Astrologically speaking, I can't say how that specifically applies but I'll take Rob's questions. What influences do I allo to pour into my sphere? Well, I've been watching way too much televiosion, playing too much video games, watching too many videos, depending on all these external things, talk show hosts, actors, comedians, filmmakers, even spiritual teachers both wise and opportunistic. Living at home, with my family has not been bad but it is bad in that I cannot grow properly. Sometimes I feel like seed lying on cracked desert hardpan. My roots cannot delve deep into the moist soil underneath. I have not found good soil as my friend, Chris Feild told me long ago. She implored me to find good soil. It was a response to a love letter and carnations I gave her proclaiming my love for her. Offering my heart, a chance for something to grow but she did not accept my offer. I think she was wise beyong her years.
Please, if anyone happens to read this and you know who I am talking about. Chris Feild was my best friend in high school, we were everything but boyfriend and girlfriend. Like twins seperated at birth(by about six months). But she was and probably still is a genius, she was gifted in so many areas. Advanced math, languages(like Spanish V, Japanese) and she was an artist, and could sing like an angel. I knew before I met her that I loved her because my friend Andy liked her, told me so much about her and for some reason I knew, just knew I was going to "steal her" from him. And I did. She and I became instant friends at a football game and over pizza we talked and talked. If anyone has seen or knows Chris, has her e-mail, give her mine. bretth@gmail.com
Pronoia is the sneaking suspicion that the universe is conspiring on your behalf. Agents of revolution, reinvention and rejuvination are working to make sure that all your wishes are heard and the ones that can be granted will. That is part of my method for keeping the dark shit at arms length. Those who believe in the devil are the devil, as Rob would say.
At the moment I have no one to share my resources with except maybe for teachers. But most essays I write for school have nothing to do with who I really am. They follow a formula so that I can pass the class or be considered for a transfer to a nice school.
Smart stuff to keep out the bad and invite the good. I think I've already covered that.
One memory of Chris Feild, probably my favorite is when she and my friends Dawn and her boyfriend at the time, Mike, came over for my birthday party. We played Monopoly and Dawn had brought the Aladdin soundtrack which we listened to and sang along with over and over and over until Chris and I had a perfect duet on "A Whole New World." Cheesy I know but at that point I thought that meant we had something a spark, something more than just friends. I had this silly idea, one of those things you wish you could take back. I drew a lamp, like Aladdin's lamp on and index card and wrote a note which read somehting like: I'll grant any wish your heart desires just rub the lamp(or just give me a call). I also recited the lyrics to "Can't Buy Me Love" by the Beatles. I'm sure I butchered the song. But since then, the Beatles have become my favorite band of all time.
So I'm at my dad's computer desk, and there's this genie lamp. Just one of those decorative trinkets you never know where they come from. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I was once schooled in How to Wish by my friend Adriana, and believe that wishes when done sincerely enough or by some coincedental twists come true.
An experiment. I am going to write down three wishes on a slip of paper and put them in the lamp. The genie that imagine lives inside will grant the wishes as he sees fit. This will be an interesting experiment.
Poof!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
I Wish . . .
Once upon a time there was a tree in the middle of a big city. The tree was not a very large tree but it was a prominent inhabitant of the corner in front of a fancy restaurant.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=39.948605,-75.167988&daddr=&geocode=&hl=en&mra=dme&mrcr=0&mrsp=0&sz=20&sll=39.948603,-75.167989&sspn=0.000438,0.000837&ie=UTF8&t=h&z=20
This tree was covered in rather odd foliage. It's breaches sported the typical leaves as well as odd garlands of beads in many different colors: green, blue, purple, pink, orange, yellow, red. Legend told that if one were to find one of the beaded necklaces on the ground, one would pick up that beaded necklace, make a wish, and toss it up into the tree. When the necklace lands on a branch, the wish is accepted into whatever mystical realm wishes go. If the necklace falls, the wish is granted.
Although it has never been proven to actually work. I'm sure it would fail Penn and Teller's bullshit test. However, I think the act of wishing creates a sacred space where whatever we wish - the possiblity that it will be answered - is valid. It is a way to recognize that there is a Great Mystery and wishes, dreams, mythology, and prayers are all ways of accessing the laws of attraction and to put our minds into certain pattern of thinking. A wish is not only a silent cry in the wilderness but it is also a good way, if one is paying attention - to reflect on what we really want in our hearts. Even if it's something we know we cannot have or figure out a way to make it happen.
The wishing tree is long gone. It is an empty spot in the pavement. I do not know why it was removed. One guess is that a new owner bought the restaurant and decided the tree did not fit with the owner's idea of how to bring in business. Another idea is that the city had to do some kind of utility work and needed to remove it. Or it could be that the tree became so overladen with unfulfilled wishes that it died of a broken heart or nutritional deficiency. Afterall, how does a tree know that it is a wishing tree anymore than a wishing well knows that it has any other purpose but to allow someone to draw water out of the ground?
My friend, Adriana, mentioned above tought me at least a half dozen or a handful and one ways to wish. There's the classic birthday candle blowout wish, the first cake-cut wish, the wishing bone from a turkey, a shooting star, a penny found face up, on the clock when it reads 1:11, 2:22, or 3:33, etc. Personally, I always catch the clock at 313(my birthday) or 327(Death Star docking bay(SW), Cloudy City landing platform(ESB), Steve's Chevy engine(AG), the day I met Bo*(IRL)).
Do wishes come true?
Absolutely.
To be honest, as much as I adore my friend Adriana, and thought all these things were kind of cool, all the wishes that I have made which came true were never done by any of these methods.
For instance, back in fall of 1997(november-ish), students were given the opportunity to go to MOMA in NYC. I went and my usual circle of friends didn't, so I spent the day alone(not unusual for me back then or now) looking at paintings, thinking about my new friends, college life, etc. It was nice to be away from my roommates. I saw some amazing paintings including the famous "George Washington Crossing the Delaware". In the same wing, I found a little fountain with a ten-thousand wishes sitting in the water. I searched my pockets but had no penny on me.
There was a wish burning a hole in my pocket but no penny onto which I could cast it. It was Friday night, the weekend, and I knew Adriana was going home to Jersey. But I selfishly wished she was going to be around because I would miss her. So I wished.
And later that night I was playing Mortal Kombat with my friend Jeff in his dorm room and Adriana comes in. Turns out her parents were going to pick her up from the train station but the car broke down(I don't remember exact details) and she had to come back to Philly. I was sorry her plans did not work out but I told her the wish I made.
So now that you know the story about the Wishing Tree and wishing in general. I want to create a new segment to my show(er blog- ahh, I said it). TMF presents
I Wish . . .
I wish that wishes actually came true.
I wish that she was in my arms.
I wish that I was in California.
I wish I still in that state of being, with that sense of purpose, that Inner Beauty and Truth that I found on the windy edge some call Mullholland, and my place under the Sun, and frolicking in the surf at Santa Monica, Leo Carillo, Laguna Beach, meditating all night, doing yoga, listening to Frank or Jim**. Walking down Bellaire, fit, alone but not lonely, filled with Spirit and completely open, ready for anything, ready for love.
But alas
they don't
she isn't
I'm not
I am . . .
I am now here or I am nowhere.
I wish . . .
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=39.948605,-75.167988&daddr=&geocode=&hl=en&mra=dme&mrcr=0&mrsp=0&sz=20&sll=39.948603,-75.167989&sspn=0.000438,0.000837&ie=UTF8&t=h&z=20
This tree was covered in rather odd foliage. It's breaches sported the typical leaves as well as odd garlands of beads in many different colors: green, blue, purple, pink, orange, yellow, red. Legend told that if one were to find one of the beaded necklaces on the ground, one would pick up that beaded necklace, make a wish, and toss it up into the tree. When the necklace lands on a branch, the wish is accepted into whatever mystical realm wishes go. If the necklace falls, the wish is granted.
Although it has never been proven to actually work. I'm sure it would fail Penn and Teller's bullshit test. However, I think the act of wishing creates a sacred space where whatever we wish - the possiblity that it will be answered - is valid. It is a way to recognize that there is a Great Mystery and wishes, dreams, mythology, and prayers are all ways of accessing the laws of attraction and to put our minds into certain pattern of thinking. A wish is not only a silent cry in the wilderness but it is also a good way, if one is paying attention - to reflect on what we really want in our hearts. Even if it's something we know we cannot have or figure out a way to make it happen.
The wishing tree is long gone. It is an empty spot in the pavement. I do not know why it was removed. One guess is that a new owner bought the restaurant and decided the tree did not fit with the owner's idea of how to bring in business. Another idea is that the city had to do some kind of utility work and needed to remove it. Or it could be that the tree became so overladen with unfulfilled wishes that it died of a broken heart or nutritional deficiency. Afterall, how does a tree know that it is a wishing tree anymore than a wishing well knows that it has any other purpose but to allow someone to draw water out of the ground?
My friend, Adriana, mentioned above tought me at least a half dozen or a handful and one ways to wish. There's the classic birthday candle blowout wish, the first cake-cut wish, the wishing bone from a turkey, a shooting star, a penny found face up, on the clock when it reads 1:11, 2:22, or 3:33, etc. Personally, I always catch the clock at 313(my birthday) or 327(Death Star docking bay(SW), Cloudy City landing platform(ESB), Steve's Chevy engine(AG), the day I met Bo*(IRL)).
Do wishes come true?
Absolutely.
To be honest, as much as I adore my friend Adriana, and thought all these things were kind of cool, all the wishes that I have made which came true were never done by any of these methods.
For instance, back in fall of 1997(november-ish), students were given the opportunity to go to MOMA in NYC. I went and my usual circle of friends didn't, so I spent the day alone(not unusual for me back then or now) looking at paintings, thinking about my new friends, college life, etc. It was nice to be away from my roommates. I saw some amazing paintings including the famous "George Washington Crossing the Delaware". In the same wing, I found a little fountain with a ten-thousand wishes sitting in the water. I searched my pockets but had no penny on me.
There was a wish burning a hole in my pocket but no penny onto which I could cast it. It was Friday night, the weekend, and I knew Adriana was going home to Jersey. But I selfishly wished she was going to be around because I would miss her. So I wished.
And later that night I was playing Mortal Kombat with my friend Jeff in his dorm room and Adriana comes in. Turns out her parents were going to pick her up from the train station but the car broke down(I don't remember exact details) and she had to come back to Philly. I was sorry her plans did not work out but I told her the wish I made.
So now that you know the story about the Wishing Tree and wishing in general. I want to create a new segment to my show(er blog- ahh, I said it). TMF presents
I Wish . . .
I wish that wishes actually came true.
I wish that she was in my arms.
I wish that I was in California.
I wish I still in that state of being, with that sense of purpose, that Inner Beauty and Truth that I found on the windy edge some call Mullholland, and my place under the Sun, and frolicking in the surf at Santa Monica, Leo Carillo, Laguna Beach, meditating all night, doing yoga, listening to Frank or Jim**. Walking down Bellaire, fit, alone but not lonely, filled with Spirit and completely open, ready for anything, ready for love.
But alas
they don't
she isn't
I'm not
I am . . .
I am now here or I am nowhere.
I wish . . .
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