At times, I feel like a rag doll and a wet one at that! Thank you for ringing me out

Luv
zed

psss….I think you are an eacher.

That’s what I think, Ed. Quantum fishies and bread now multiplied.
Jesus does fast food, eh? We could use more like Him. I’m hungry!

I come to your blog every day and check. I always enjoy whatever you write and the way you find time for tuned-in replies to everyone’s comments.
Your response to ML’s interview was extraordinary, not least for the dedication and wise counsel you put into it. I actually think you are a teacher and, although it’s only my view, I think poetry is just one mode of the human attempt to fulfil a fabulous connection that is already there. In that sense poetry is just a reaching out for me, sensing that there is more beyond it which would allow it to fall away.
From that, you can see that this ‘ne’er do well’ is not into worldly acclaim and success! I’m just as connected to my dumbest neighbour and poetry just doesn’t do much for him. I’ve yet to surrender to what does!!

I think we both tend to write in a cryptic and coded kind of way when we are plumbing depths and trying to communicate the incommunicable. It requires a fair bit of experiment and extrapolation on the part of the reader and for me, at least, it’s much more quantum than linear. I felt a certain sync after my last reply to you, when I went to Intent and found our friend D K Matai’s latest blog :-

http://www.intent.com/dkmatai/blog/quantum-mechanics-quantum-computers-and-quantum-mind

What you think. teacher?

“We have to grant self-governance to It…”
Then why can’t It speak for itself? And even it It can, does,
and did communicate with me, I can only put a human
interpretation on it. It may have nothing to do with The Truth.

It could have been biological. I wonder which part of my brain was firing.
It could have been the superego in an act of self-preservation.

It was in no way an original thought. I found that out later during
my studies of the Far East, which included a variety of Buddhist literature.
The reason it is so important to me is how I remembered in a timely
fashion. It saved me a lot of grief when my grandmother ‘died’
about 10 years later. It did more than that actually. Much more…

That’s when I started reading. I had to find out what was happening to me. It is such a long story, Ed. I can’t do it justice here. I think I told about it on Intentblog at one time. You wish for me to make a “public statement”.

I’m not going anywhere, Ed. Not now. Not ever. As far as I know,
I am still sitting in that chair in my (now-deceased) friend’s living room.
But I wasn’t really there, either. I was not anywhere in particular.
There is no such thing. Never was. We’re all here in the same nowhere,
and time is calmly passing us by. It is a major projection screen. Take a seat.

With all do respect, I gotta go to work, man. Luv ya ta death!

I’ve read surprisingly, (perhaps not,) little. I did read The Siddhartha by Hesse.
It may be an old idea, ‘Biggy,’ but I arrived there myself and I don’t see it as demi or god. That it doesn’t care equates to our hand on the farrah faucet! We can turn it on or turn it off, but never completely. We have to grant self-governance to It as well as ourselves. Oneness can be no other. Words fail me. Should I die now?

That seemed to me to be your question regarding the blogs. Perhaps the time has come for you to take your hand away from your mouth, you faithful man. Faucets at the ready folks!! We must repel all boarders.

much respect,
ed

There was this one time…during an ‘experience’ that I was having,
when my train of thought led me to a terribly frightening realization.
I was with a group of friends, and I was running my mouth in the
living room, speaking my mind as each thought landed. I came to a point
where I stopped myself in mid-sentence and covered my mouth with my
hand. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. I walked around for
an hour that way. It was a very spooky involuntary response. Some
truths are not meant to be spoken aloud. Know what I mean?

For me, resolving into opposites is what ‘meanings’ in their fluidity inevitably can do if I surrender. They just as easily resolve back again. Hush my mouth at realising the Biggy in the middle is the One.

Luvz,
ed

Okay now, Mr. Inspiration. Or shall I say DR. Super-duper S-P-U?
Have you looked around here lately? See anything new? Well? Huh?
As Diablo would say, “damn”. I see how you are. Where no longer matters.