Friday, July 28, 2017
No Pictures, Just me
Why did I go from 10 blog views one day to 1700 the next?
Maybe that I have ratcheted my honesty up a notch.
Maybe it’s a fluke.
Maybe someone wants to read what I have written.
Did I have some word in there that Google caught?
Whatever, I’m here with new vigor and a belief that we are the ones to make a brighter day.
You and me—us.
There is enough pussyfooting around with stuff we’ve heard 50 million times.
Maybe I’m not coming up with something you’ve never heard before, but you haven’t heard it from me, and I haven’t heard it from you, so I don’t know where you stand.
Except that I believe together we add to the whole.
I believe our knowledge contributes to the SOURCE. Of course, you might believe that your God knows everything, so that’s a mute point.
But consider the possibilities. If It/He/She/The Great Spirit/the Higher Power needs us to experience and to deliver the goods, then we ought to get crackin’.
Crumb, we can sit around and watch our tee-vees, and drink our corn-syrup augmented drinks, or we can go out there and live.
That’s what we are here for.
What is living anyway?
We know the Power Structure doesn’t want us to have too much fun doing it. Why do you think we are numbed on food, drink, entertainment, propaganda, and belief that we don’t know, but THEY do. And they are going to tell us. Whoever in the heck “they” are.
It’s all about control.
I’m no spring chicken. I realize I now think in decades, and that’s rather fun. I also realize that out of decades I ought to have something to say.
You know how hard it is to engage people in deep subjects?
Oh, I don’t want to go into any discussion on Politics—that’s for old men who like to argue.
I want to go into stuff, like “What new stuff have scientists come up with lately? What’s out there? Who’s out there? What happens when we die?”
I had a dream once, a clear concise dream where an uncle came to me clear as day, I saw his face just as I remembered him, and he said, “It doesn’t hurt to die.”
He asked if I wanted to know more, and while I was fumbling with this possibility, he disappeared.
Well, rats. But I believe that was real.
“I believe for every drop of rain that falls flower blooms.
I believe that in the darkest night, a candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes astray someone will come to show the way…” (Ervin Drake, Irvin Sherman, Jimmy Shirl, Al Stillman, 1953)
Are we still believing?