The Magic Bullshit Shield

Imagery.

I imagine something and make it viewable. I write something and make it imaginable. I + mage = Image. We are all mages, tricksters and creators. ALL of us. How this expresses itself is the only variable.

I respond, with my tactile senses, to something and it moves me to a non-tactile ‘place.’ It moves me to the ‘mage magic’ place. This is expressed in so many ways. When I was young there was a girl who was on the cheerleading squad. I only have seen this once in my life and I have seen many cheerleading squads but she was exceptional.

Why?

I tried to figure it out for a long time. She had short, dirty dishwater blond hair. She had terrible acne. She could not do the splits of any of the fancy stuff the rest of the squad did. Her parents were poor and not ‘town team sponsors’ (which will often get an ‘average’ girl an ‘exceptional’ placement.) She was NOTHING at all like a cheerleader and she was not even a SNOB!

She was like no one I ever met and I liked her and so did everyone else. I asked her, while riding that ugly yellow signature school-bus, what her secret was. See, at that time, everyone was calling me a ‘witch’ and so I was studying that. In those days, way out in the tall grass boonies of Oklahoma, in those ranch town libraries, about the only thing you could find was about the Salem Witch Trials. She looked at me in a strange way and then she said, “I am happy and I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I am happy anyway.”

She really WAS happy but there was more to it than that. Her personality ‘stuck out’ farther than her skin. Her soul was larger than her body. After that I started to LOOK AT people and LOOK INTO them. I learned this:

The two do not always match.

There are those walking around in this world who are very powerful people and yet do not fit any descriptors of what a powerful person should look like or be. In doing this I met many such people over the course of my life. There was the young man who was the shortest, most snaggle toothed kid in the school and yet, when he played music, the girls who hung out with the homecoming queen would ask him out on dates. Once his band mates asked him what his secret was and why weren’t they getting any action as they were tall and ripped in comparison to him. He just smiled and shook his head.

There was the hippie English teacher who was weird and stoned and yet we learned more in her class, than we ever would learn anywhere else, about language and how it works. She was tall and strange with wild black hair and everyone made fun of her. She didn’t care what they thought.

It wasn’t the ‘I don’t care’ that is a REACTION to bullies and their bull shit but an ACTION that told the bullshit people, before they reached that stage, that their bullshit was not going to work.

That was the secret. Understanding what bullshit is and making yourself impervious to it.

Bullshit proof.

So for the New Year hits that is my wish for all my friends: that you keep, or learn to wield, your magic ‘bullshit shield.’

Doublethink

Before I sleep. A friend once used to point things out to me and as I saw what he pointed out it became apparent that the WORLD is full of reporters named ‘Winston.’

There was a meme once circulating that needed no caption. It was of a cameraman panning to catch footage and an image of a TV. What the camera aimed at LOOKED real and WAS real BUT it was not actually what was going on. If anyone has that meme stashed somewhere please post it here. It was on several long-term friends pages.

Essentially, what is happening is effective division of humanity into groups that hate each other. A half a truth is a whole lie…

…unless you work for the major media outlets. Mujaheddin are our best buddies…Taliban are our worst enemies and now some of the Taliban are friends again because of ISIS…that is now being called ISIL and really the main thing is that very soon even real history will be changed if it has not been already.

I was thinking of writing for a certain group, (not the group I write for now), and I could make some money but I also immediately saw how my skills could be put to good use making me a ‘Winston.’

Those of us who are writers need to be very careful because (I know it’s true about me) we can be easily influenced to create awesome works of verbal art that MAKE people go out and do stuff. Ask people in the music industry who have been sued because a kid committed suicide because of the song like ‘Suicide Solution.’ (That is only ONE example among many.) These are the BLATANT examples but the ones that are far more insidious are the well-crafted and believable ones.

“As he exercises, Winston thinks about his childhood, which he barely remembers. Having no physical records such as photographs and documents, he thinks, makes one’s life lose its outline in one’s memory. Winston considers Oceania’s relationship to the other countries in the world, Eurasia and Eastasia. According to official history, Oceania has always been at war with Eurasia and in alliance with Eastasia, but Winston knows that the records have been changed. Winston remembers that no one had heard of Big Brother, the leader of the Party, before 1960, but stories about him now appear in histories going back to the 1930s.” (http://www.sparknotes.com)

This was written as a fiction by an man who was dying and yet this is what the world is morphing into right now. If you think you cannot be controlled by ad’s and suggestions and half truths you are asleep. There was a word used in the fiction called ‘double-think.’

“To know and not to know, to be conscious of complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies, to hold simultaneously two opinions which cancelled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them, to use logic against logic, to repudiate morality while laying claim to it, to believe that democracy was impossible and that the Party was the guardian of democracy, to forget, whatever it was necessary to forget, then to draw it back into memory again at the moment when it was needed, and then promptly to forget it again, and above all, to apply the same process to the process itself – that was the ultimate subtlety; consciously to induce unconsciousness, and then, once again, to become unconscious of the act of hypnosis you had just performed. Even to understand the word ‘doublethink’ involved the use of doublethink.” (Wiki quoting George Orwell)

This idea is the ONLY way that mass numbers of people can be numbed to sleep while the world slides into the abyss of ‘two minutes hate.’

There is even a group called ‘Anonymous’ that in analogous to the idea of a ‘secret underground’ and the real real possibility that there is nothing, now, left in the Earth (with very few exceptions) that is NOT planned or orchestrated.

I am thinking this even as I write these words. I am also a part of the orchestra, like it or not, and so is everyone here at Facebook. I am spending precious time typing this when I should already be sleeping. I have to do this because it is so important that even ONE person besides me can know what is possible.

Goodnight Facebookia…”You can check out any time you like…but you can never leave.” (Eagles)

Within the Dream

Squeeze the wind from the tartan bags
Pluck the raindrops from the stringed harp
Blow away last year’s leaves with sharp exhales
Upon the flute play the bodhran boom
Vibrate the skies and fill the eyes
Until they make rivers
Fill the seas and dance on feet
World wandering wonder’s beheld
Never leaving the dream of dreams

Wooried

I always spell that wrong on purpose and it does not woory me. I was thinking today how we woory for things and, often, those things are not worth the time and effort.

Recent events have made the nations easily jump into the Orwellian ‘two minutes hate.’

I have seen people saying all Jews should die because of Gaza. On the same day I have seen people say all Muslims should die because of France. On the VERY SAME DAY I saw that all white Americans should die because of the Native Genocide of Andrew Jackson and slavery and the Ferguson shootings. ON THE SAME DAY I saw that everyone in the West should die because of what the British did to India and what the Pope’s priests did to children.

I am reading all this and it looks like everyone in the world has a huge turd in their hand and is ready to throw it even while they are standing in a sea of their own shit.

But that is also an illusion.

You see we have this thing called a ‘media’ that is designed, these days, to make us all hate each other. Maybe if we all hate each other enough we will never get close enough to learn anything and ‘mend fences.’

The VAST MAJORITY of humanity is NOT doing all this evil. Most people are pretty good folks no matter where they are.

The ‘Merry Minuet by Sheldon Harnish

If I watch the news I would be wooried and scared 24/7 because all I would see is how bad all those ‘other guys’ are and since I have connections on more than one continent and more than one side of the world I get to here ALL the technicolour spew the media puts out to entrench our hatred of our fellow human beings who inhabit the earth.

But I am not wooried.

You see it is so simple. It is as simple as the corny old Doris Day song…

“Que sera sera…whatever will be will be…”

Be Your Own ‘Guru’

It is not such a big deal to be a weirdo….Whole groups with thousands of people are devoted to being weirdos….Reminds me of the late ‘Robert Frost’…..” took the other just as fair and having, perhaps, the ‘better’ claim because it was grassy and wanted wear; but, as for that, the passing there had worn them REALLY ABOUT THE… SAME!”

The ‘herd’…the ‘lone wolf’ or the herd of lone ‘wolfs’…..LOL

the real lone wolves do not gather in herds….nor do they always appear to be unusual, although they may sometimes appear so, it is more a personal choice than a bid to be noticed, worshipped, or adored…for those who truly find ‘detachment’ there is no need TO________….no desire TO________….and who among the herd of lone wolves can say they no longer need or care for:

Sex

Alcohol

Money

Drugs

Family

Joy

Sorrow

Emotion

Popularity

(fill in the blank ad nauseum)….You cannot achieve that kind of state unless you are ‘dead’ to this world…….

…….and what does that really mean after all?

And if you are ‘dead’ to this world why be here? Why write anything? Why ask anything? Why claim anything? Why love, hate,argue, win,lose, or even care? EVEN BY CLAIMING THAT YOU ARE PAST THESE THINGS YOU ARE STILL CONNECTED ENOUGH TO NOTICE THEM TO MAKE OR IMPLY THE CLAIM…

…therefore NOT ‘free’…Who is truly free ?????

Anyone?

Hahahahahahahaha!

Wolves….real life wolves…mate for life…die for thier mates…play with their young…know what teamwork means…have more loyalty and honour and honesty than many humans…..

There was a time when everything was all key words and catch phrases:

Love

Light

Blessings

Peace

Bothe/rSister

(fill in the blank ad nauseum)

yes all those things are great to say and should be…we should all be peaceful…at the same time such words are tossed about like candy after a heavy meal by people with brightly coloured eye catching pix and thousands of friends they barely speak to and it is all a huge “NOTICE ME” party……that is all well and good and NORMAL for people who are not interested in being ‘enlightened’ …..but for people who claim they are???????? People who try to appear to be THAT??????

I know a few REAL ones

They are not showy. Even if they have huge lists of friends they have dignity almost always….they are what they are without even needing to make any claim for what they are…they just ARE…no comparisons…no arguments…no need to be right…no need to justify anything…write treatises that sound like they came from an Orwellian manual on truth.