Wheels and cycles, seasons, relatives. Parables and parabolas. Hymns and hers, drums and symbols, video. New Hampshire, Hampton Beach, hot weather, open space, open road. Freedom of Speech + Tolerance. Contemplative participation in divinity. Truth, Justice + the American Way.
Music
Listen carefully to the words; try not to hear the voice. Other peoples' music. Music I've heard before but never listened to.
Movies
Most of them. Favorite directors: Stanley Kubrick,
Jon Boorman, Mel Gibson, Jean-Luc Godard, Werner Herzog.
Work hard, play harder, rest less, sleep later; Experience as much as humanly possible within the limits of conscience and physical law.
Friendly but very intense, sometimes almond-joy nuts; I'm my own biggest fan + my own toughest critic.
At every given moment, there's a little of everything playing...
But you may have already picked out what you think you want to see.
My first impressions are always wrong... At about thirty seconds old I was placed in my mother's arms; she says I opened my eyes, took a long slow look all around
the delivery room, and then closed them and went to sleep. I probably thought I had everything figured out! All the seconds since then have been little lessons in humility.
About every five minutes I do what he did & see what she saw.
I have a lot in common with this guy...
These guys are my heros...
...and this kind of thing happens to me every day.
Clark Kent is the city engineer's technician at a municipal DPW. I testify in court, get knee-deep in
water breaks, play tomb raider in the cemetery + ride shotgun in the sewer-sucker truck, sometimes all
in the same day. Having a short attention span helps a lot... I also spend a lot of time at the computer
drawing maps: underground utilities, truck routes, event layouts and court exhibits for city, state,
county and federal law enforcement. But I'll let you lead the way because I have zero patience for
following a map when I'm on the bike - I'd much rather get lost than sit at the side of the road reading
one! My hypocricy knows no bounds.
I try not to take things too seriously - it's not as easy as it looks. I'm the only one that can make me
uncomfortable & the only one that can make me happy.
Little kids like motorcycles because they have faith. If I really had faith, I wouldn't be afraid of what I haven't experienced yet. I would look forward to it instead.
It's easy to confuse the vehicle with the destination. I still like exteriors but my attention is drawn more and more by what's under the hood and if it's being put to use, by what the service history and maintenance has been, and by how full the gas tank and cargo areas are. Not how big they are. I try to think about what percentage of the cylinders are firing, and how cleanly... not about how many there are.
There are different strategies for handling bumpy roads: you can build a rugged, expensive heavy-duty vehicle and do 100mph, or you can drive an antique clunker with no suspension and practice patience. Bikers are more exposed than most travelers, but they experience the road and scenery more vividly. I don't just wave to other harleys: I throw it out to people on rice rockets, scooters, cars, trucks, even folks on boats, helicopters and airplanes. Basically anyone that looks, especially if they do something unexpected like wait their turn or drive courteously. I don't own rain gear but I dry out. I don't like to carry baggage so I end up with over-stuffed pockets. I don't carry a map but I trust my sense of direction and I learn best by getting lost. I never remember the names of streets but if I've been there once I can get there again. I'm good at reading signs but I ride very hard, and I often blow right by my exit. I like quiet farm roads best but crowded highways are a rush too. Some people's bikes
cost more than I earn in a year, and some will never even sit on one. I've realized that very few people ride at the same speed, and noone sees exactly the same thing over the bars, but I'm getting better at sharing the road. It's easy for highly-skilled operators to believe that every traffic issue is someone else's fault, but I'm the only one that can be blamed if I feel road rage: with humility, aggressive or unskilled drivers are just as easy to avoid as they are to spot. When I was younger I drove like a complete asshole and I thought I knew everyone's origin, destination and driving record just by their make, model, music and bumper stickers. I got in several accidents because of proudly holding my percieved right-of-way. Then for awhile I got in the correct lane early so I could block other people out. Now I get to it early so I can help others get there safely, and I would rather get cut off 100 times than do it once to someone else. If you're the person that steps off the curb just as the light turns green, I'll recognize the urge to run you over but I won't obey it. And if you think one of my V8's or my loud motorcycle exhaust is irritating, I'm closer to peace than I used to be: I know you have the potential to realize that you were travelling with your anger before you were travelling with me. Sometimes I push stalled vehicles out of harm's way; some times I pull over and direct traffic around accidents. Other times I'm afraid to even look into the window next to me. Lately I've been encouraging people to roll their windows down and talk while in traffic, even at highway speed. Most of them seem to want to, and many of them do. I have almost lost the urge to fight the ones that still drive like I used to, which means I have almost arrived.
Art and reality interpretation are rabbit holes for me, especially the subconscious audio/visual/physiological communication we get from film, and sometimes this blackboard has no chalk: I'm constantly hit with symbolism that's easier to feel than understand and easier to understand than to communicate. My biggest faults are 1) always - ALWAYS! - holding back, and 2) thinking I'm the only one that "gets it." I have regrets about once per minute and what other people think means everything to me. I like to puzzle over the great ironys of life; there are plenty in mine. And I have a huge problem with karma: who the hell am I to decide what someone else deserves? For me what goes around doesn't always come around, and things don't happen for a reason, but everything has a reason... give me a couple days and I'll interpret a good one.
Who I'd like to meet:
Eye desire... discernment. Different parts, different agendas.
B O D Y / E G O
Can you look upon gold without feeling greedy?
M I N D
My celebrity see-alikes: Inner, over, achievers.
H E A R T
Glow-in-the-dark ones.
SOUL / ALL OF THE ABOVE
Desire for self is my cross to bear. If I focused every ounce of my love, creativity, and attention on you, would you want it? Could you handle it?? Or would I still be focusing on me? I'd be interested to know.
Someday I hope to transcend † See everyone as equally beautiful.
I know what people want, because I am one: someone or something to give them unconditional love, affirmation, trust, honesty, respect, care, support, inspiration, enlightement and enjoyment as if they were the only person on earth. But if you think you can get that from me, from another person, from yourself, from a career or from posessions you're missing the point because that kind of satisfaction can't be received... it can only be given away, or if you're really lucky it can be shared. And it's already being given to you at every moment from what some people refer to as God, but only if you decide to perceive it.
Noverim te ~ noverim me.
May I know you ~ May I know myself.
I dreamed that I was in a Hollywood movie, and that I was the star. This really blew my mind... the fact that me: an over-fed, long-haired,
leaping knome, should be the star of a hollywood movie..??? Hmmm...
If reality is genuinely a constructive process, then a search for truth becomes a matter
of finding a better seat in the theater. There are clear advantages for sitting up front, and all
sorts
of misconceptions born of not being able to see well. But, no matter where we sit, there is always a
tall stranger sitting in front of us. In other words, there is no front row...
That They May Be One Physical differences are irrelevant... So are mental, vocational, and recreational interests. People are noetically identical while they're alive... the only differences are the intensities and the formats that they use to express it. You know that you're the same as the person you're looking at... now believe it!
May Peace be your gift at Christmas and your blessing
all year through!
I hope this Holiday season enriches your life;
May each day be happy and bright,
Overflowing with joy and love;
May each moment be filled with delight.
May each day be filled
with peace and love!
It's important to avoid feeding negatives energies even if they are causing you to feel despair, overwhelm, or negative thoughts. Create a fertile and loving space for light to grow within your heart, your mind, your body and your consciousness, them reach out for help and for light to those sources of light that inspire you, support you and love you. Remain connected at all times to your awareness of your divine source which is the holiest God, of which you are a sacred, valued and essential part.
"One day at a time, this is enough. Don't look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone, and do not be troubled about the future, for it is not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering." (Ida Scott Taylor)
May your week be filled with Love & Light my friend George
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