Everything is mind. Kevin said about returning to the breath, it's like changing the vision from looking into a window at what's inside to looking at the reflection in the glass.

 Today's paramita was meditative absorption. Kevin said reading is an act of meditative absorption. Love that guy. 

Electronic Intifada, Now!

 

 Day 816.

 There's a big gap between reality and propaganda. Like this conning tower. All for a paycheck that disappears as sure as we do. We may be secured with ropes, but I feel like we're falling into the abyss. I had a bad dream about this. 

 Whatever we believe, people will believe anything, we know in our gut life is out of balance, and stealing land and killing people and privatizing the commons and building monuments to avaricious politicians and quantum artificial intelligence compounds is wrong. We don't have to believe anything in the end. We know. There is no nation, no religion, no god, we've been lost in illusion, we face collapse.

 Reading about Bigfoot in True Nature. The new Orion's about Bigfoot too. My dog who found me in Carbondale was named Bigfoot, and I changed it to Bigsby, then just Bigs, because Bigfoot was stupid I thought. I'll think of him as Bigfoot now, up on the big island. I hope he had a good life. The Hopi Peter Matthiessen met with said Bigfoot is our brother who can understand our tongues.

 I feel rather lazy-spacey. I think i'll just have leftovers and chocolonely. 

 Blessing the journey. Olive knows when the carrier comes out, she's going on a journey. When the black satchel comes out, R. is going on a journey. 

 Artificial intelligence is another sign of the collapse of humanity. If we do not use our brains we will lose our mind, like the blind cave fish lost their eyes.

 We watched Ratcatcher last night. There's a scene with Tom Jones singing What's New, Pussycat. We were watching that here too, in 1965.

 Each block of letters made of concrete weighs 5 to 10 tons. Heavy people, heavy words. I thought they were carved in stone. I see the opportunity for nesting birds.

His hat blew off. I saw a rabbit running scared
through the stark landscape full of fast machines.

 

 The wind made the windows moan loud. Fog became rain became snow and powerful gusting. R. has to go petsitting. I'll be with Olive for the close of the year. It'll be ok, we'll get some food in, and we'll each watch the last three paramitas of the year of the snake in different rooms.

 I'm reading the book True Nature, The Pilgrimage of Peter Matthiessen. In an early chapter, when he was a kid, I identified with him as he was alienated from his indifferent philandering father, and later on I read that he became like his father, toward women and children, though he made a great success in the world. I'm realizing I get the same feeling of sadness I had about my father when I look at the progress of the Obamachron.

 From the Nelson Mandela Skyroom you'll be able to look through Obama's backward words imprinted on the landscape as though you were inside his so to speak head.

fog

everything flowing though everything

soft boundaries

patience 

waiting not waiting

curious not knowing

patience

fog

everything everywhere all at once

breathing

 She ram, jay ram, jay jay ram, she ram, she ram, jay jay ram, I chant to Olive. 

Apparently I still have one memory chip that still works. But it won't eject.
Hey, whoop, whoop! Least you're not dead.
I put it in R.'s 'puter, it works like a charm. The trouble with my memory chip may be trouble with my 'puter. How can I know? I don't know.

 I just remembered a dream wherein R. remarked on my crooked nose. I look in the mirror and she's correct, my nose is bent to the left. The U.S. is acting liked its power has no limits. It acts like Israel, along with Israel, attempting to conquer the rest of the world. It can't succeed. It will go disastrously wrong. The empire can't keep expanding by escalation and overwhelming force. The empire will overwhelm itself.

 See how evil triumphs. Look at Israel, look at the human sacrifice in Gaza. They want us to watch. They want the world to hate them. The strategy works. The Zionists want the ultimate battle where Israel faces the entire world. 

 Foggy Sunday, socked in. I hear the train a coming, and the fog thunder call. I take a pause from the 'chron to read True Nature and sit the third paramita: patience. 

The Obamachron Fundation says
it's not a monster tower,

it's effervescent!

Woop, woop!

 

 A large stumpy grey middle finger in the park.

 

Shit, I can't download my external memory chips. Is it me, have I gone into a technological wilderness and got lost? Did I harp too hard on the Dread Obamachron. The last images I was able to access were when I stepped in a pile of human shit while trying to read the specious letters on His Tower of Civic Spin. Shit, it says Mount the Volume Again, I cannot mount the volume, the volume will not be mounted. I have to buy new memory chips, shit, nothing lasts, even memory gets buried alive, or trodden in human shit on a scenic overlook on a haunted wooded island across from the Landgrab Obamachron. While we're still here, even unto the point of madness and no return, we will try and try again.

 

Enough about the Obamachron already. It's the last weekend of 2025. I'm not going to say boo about 2025, just hold on to your wits, the year of the horse is nigh. 

 Even though i stepped in human shit at the scenic overlook and was appalled by the Obaminable Obamachron, we still had a nice walk and were glad we were alive.

 That word WE belongs to no one. But Yes, WE Can is his brand. I stepped in human shit when I took this shot. I threw away my stanky blue shoes.

 It's a bizarre construction that galls, and with the specious words it's worse. The words will cover the windows so that folks inside will feel like they're inside Obama's mind looking out, it's a dystopian thought and vision, and we can't walk anywhere around here without feeling fraught by it. All we can do is talk about it and hope the rising gall subsides in time. I'll imagine it one day being abandoned to the birds of prey, it's ugly facades colonized by lichen.

 The second paramita is discipline. Discipline is the support needed to step into groundlessness. 

i got nothin' but time (to be the man i'm spose to be).

 

 Wonder if Malcolm X will be represented in Obama's museum of civil rights. 

 Heavy people use heavy words. Heavy people hit me in my soft spot. Heavy people hurt my head. Those heavy people make no sense to me.