Writting for personal Therapy

 I admit that I have the tendancy of using this blog as in part personal Therapy.  I write things that are on my mind.  I often confess things that seem fantastical, however a very close friend of mine told me a long time ago that it is easier to express the truth through fantasy and fiction.  He believes as I do that todays readers are capable of gleening the truth from a written page if written well regardless of how fantastic it may read.  He reminded me that some of the worlds greatest works of fiction are indeed records of historical fact.  when we had this conversation many years ago if i remember right he actually used the phrase hysterical fact.  Which being a student of history myself as some of you are I've discovered that hstorical fact can be written into some of the funniest nonsense put to pen.  To prove my point just look at most of the history of American politics which seems to be regurgitating itself in front of our very eyes these very days. It all makes me very grateful I am not a politician.  Thank God.

Peace and Balance John

My Wife's Philosophies.

 

From the philosophies of my Enlightened Wife:  "When the Sheets are straight, All's right in the world."

This was proven true to me after re making and straightening the bed.  Upon crawling  back under the covers the body relaxed and an audible sigh of relief and comfort was heard from both sides of the bed. All was indeed right in the world.  

It occurs to me that during this time of year many troubles can be solved between a set of warm, comfy, straight sheets.  When the addition of a warm comforter and a favorite blanket is also applied to the straight sheets then warmth and the inevitable sounds of breathing and the occasional contented snore will be heard.  These are both clues to the present state of wellness between the sheets making the world right.  These are my wife's ideas perfect sleep.  I am enjoying the experiment on the quality of sleep under these conditions, and so far she is quite right, "When the Sheets are straight All's right in the world."  

Under these conditions the mind is able to relax and REM sleep occurs allowing restful and healthful dreaming to happen.  Our minds relax and our bodies heal.  Perfect rest.  All's right in the world.  

So, as the philosopher awakens from a dream take my wife's advice and keep your sheets straight.  The benefits of a well rested night will follow you everywhere you are.  And your world too will be right.  

Peace and Balance,

John

The Illumination Café.

It is said that from a child's mind is gleaned Truth.  I have the pleasure of working with children that have special needs however still have the gift of youth that sees through Bull Shit.  Each of these children has a certain spark deep behind their eyes that expresses the wisdom of age.  Is it possible we are re-educating immortal beings into the art of being human?  Only time will tell.  

Feed me, Teach me, protect me, Hear me, See me, these are the sacred truths between parents, Children, Teachers, and students for as long as Adults and Children have looked into each other's eyes.  We enlighten them, and they Illuminated us.  This is the relationship between an Adult and a Child and the Truth we all share.  From the chairs of the Illumination Café'.

Peace and Balance,

John

Paladin and Kwai Chang True knights of the Orient.

 There are very few lovers of Old Western Television that won't remember, "Have Gun Will Travel."  The story about a man who calls himself, "Paladin" after the foremost knights in Charlemagne's court.  Paladin is a gentleman knight.  A true warrior of the old school.  Although during the series that ran from 1957 to 1963 Paladin's true name is never really spoken, only eluded to.  Although it is accepted that his name may have indeed been Will Paladin.  It may be hidden within the card he hands to possible clients during the show.  Embosomed over a White Paladin Chess piece is, "Have Gun Will Travel"  Wire Paladin San Francisco the card became the graphic for the TV series during it's entire run.  

Played by Richard Boone who stated before his death in 1981 that Paladin was the best and finest part he had ever had the pleasure of playing.   Paladin was a Union officer during the Civil War being a graduate of The United States Military Academy at West Point, he was an expert shot and quick draw he became a gun for hire that charges an extremely high fee at 1000 dollars for those who can afford him, and gives his services away for free for the poor who need his help.  Paladin is a true Knight who follows the code. 

An expert in Chinese martial arts, Paladin is seen in a few episodes taking instruction from a Chinese Master.  He is an expert swordsman, a Boxer, and never looses a fight.  Paladin is to the Old West what Author and Lancelot were to Camelot.  A very educated man and a Master Chess player Paladin was also his own Merlin.  Following the path of righteousness and Chivalry Paladin is the kind of Good Guy that made the kids of the era feel good about the Westerns they were watching on TV, Myself included.  Two of my favorite shows of the time were, "Kung Fu" with David Carradine, and "Paladin" with Richard Boone.  I've always wondered what would have happened if Kwai Chang Caine hadn't met Paladin?  It would have been a glorious show.  What Kwai Chang did with his feet and body, Paladin did with his Colt 45 and mind.  What a show it would have been.

Now I will Google old Paladin episodes and dream the good dream.

Peace and Balance,

John

No More Filter

 Satire like sarcasm has a way of putting the obvious in the faces of those who try to ignore certain realisms and spend allot of their times with heads either under pillows or neck deep in sand.  Playing ostrich has always been a choice for avoidance of the neurotic and those who believe that they know when no one else does.  This is when neurosis switches to the art of bull shit.  I fully admit that I have hidden my head and tried filling the populated space with a certain amount of BS, however I believe I have grown out of such plagiarisms.   I have finely become an acceptor of my own fate and it's causes.  Thank God.

My profession as well as my chosen free time practices have given me an educated eye and ear and know when an individual is engaging in trying to persuade myself or other's that his/her personal points of view and or knowledge are the only true source of said knowledge. Because of my age, being an American of a respectable age and experience I have officially lost my social filter.  Because I have no more filter I have absolutely no compunction about calling Bull Shit on the self importance of the BSer.  To the chagrin of friends and students, the adults ones, who have found out first hand my lack of decorum, "I apologize."  Kind of..    

For these reasons I have decided it is a wise thing for me to stay way from any candidate or individual representing a candidate that's trying to sell me a package of goods.  I either anger them, embrace them or ruin the day.  Shame on me.  I prefer to listen stoically arms folded, black glasses on.  I would make a darn good security presence.  Not because I'm 6'1" tall and weigh 260 pounds, but rather the fact that I know how to do the Majickal stare that all security dudes should know.   It's part of my training.  The art of the snake is to get in their heads first.  That's also the stare that my friends that are professional wrestlers and part of AJ's crew learn to intimidate each other and the, "Bad Guys."  Of course, we're all bad guys in certain respects.  That's the Show.  

If I write it, it becomes satire, if I speak it, then it is sarcasm.  And it's all satirical until my size 12 is in view.  So, just like the Ring dancers of old, Never ever take yourself to seriously and realize as soon as you've walked into that ring, you've already won the match.

Peace and Balance,

John

A Borrowed True Story.

 The cuisine of Southern India is rich and flavorful, and has sustained a culture of many for a multitude of happy generations.  The Food is Good.

Gautama Siddhartha chose the path of a Siddha and wondered in silence purposefully not thinking of food or other primal distractions that might cross his path.  As it is with holy men of that practice he consisted on the generosity and good nature of people that would have pity on him and bring him bowls of rice and vegetables during his travels.  He would sleep under the stars and the comfort of the jungle trees that are plentiful in that part of the world.  

One November evening Gautama came across a  grand Bodhi tree standing in front of a long wall.  He sat in front of the tree facing the wall and began meditating.  He first pondered the Wall, then he thought about the Tree, then he eventually examined his existence and the nature of his suffering.  While he sat and meditated under that tree in front of that wall he eventually began collecting a few followers as it happens in India people will gather around a meditating man hoping to absorb some of his Goodness.

Gautama sat in front of that wall under that tree meditating for nine years.  Because he only subsisted on the good nature of the those that gathered around him he became a bag of bones.  He did not think about food or any other primal urges people fall into.  Instead he was true to his silence and The Way.  He was a stubborn man and refused to let go.  He clung to his purpose with all of his spirit and continued his meditations.  He found answers to his suffering.  More followers gathered.  

Gautama sat and meditated for nine years and was surrounded by the Bliss of the universe and Enlightenment lay upon him.  He turned to face the open field and his followers knew that he had attained enlightenment and had become the awoke one by the glow that surrounded his countenance, the radiance that shone from his eyes.  His followers began anticipating great words of wisdom coming from The Buddha.

Upon opening his eyes the Buddha laid his gaze upon those that sat at his feet.  He knew in an instant what was expected of him, he knew what they wanted, what was in their deepest of hearts.  He smiled inwardly and began chuckling.

The Buddha smiled a big gleeful grin and the first words he had spoken in nine years on the moment of his enlightenment were, "I'm Hungry, does anybody feel like eating?"   To the disappointment of his followers, true enlightenment is very practical.

Peace and Balance,

John

Chapter 1: Vision Quest

 

There's a path that runs both ways up and down the Bald Mountain in the middle of the Bear Paws of Northern Montana that has been the walk of many young men seeking wisdom, experience, and an escape from what waits them on and off the reservation.  Great care should be taken when walking this path during the early autumn as those that you meet along the path may be friend, foe, or predator.  After all in these hills man is sometimes considered a snack.  

This trail also doubles as a small access road used by Forest Service jeeps to gain admittance to a fire tower on an adjacent peak.  At the point where the road forks right the path turns quickly into a game trail.  About 500 feet up from the turn a small brown bear sow stood up in the middle of the path.  Frozen in place was a plan, not a real good one, but a plan.  

She placed her nose right in the middle of the forehead of the walker, stood there for what seemed like an eternity and snorted out loud blowing snot all over the head and face of the frozen one.  Just a moment more then she stood up straight and took a step, then two back.  She was tall with a white patch under her belly with soft tan brown fur.  She bent back down to all fours and made a quiet howl. At that point two small cubs scampered down a couple nearby trees to meet her on the trail.  She spun around and headed into the trees with the cubs following behind.  She grunted twice and was gone in an instant.  No site was seen of her after.

The trail continued up for another 4 or 5 thousand feet.  Baldy is between 6 and 7 thousand feet high, the highest peak around for more than 300 miles.  On top was a fire pit stoked and waiting for the walker.  This was going to be home for the next 4 days.  The fire was produced using the usual newspaper and pocket lighter.  Dry wood is always a good thing.

Around the fire pit was a large ring of rocks.  Each stone meticulously picked from a stream and placed in position by one who knows many moons before.  This quest was important, possibly the most important in the life of this wanderer.  The sun went below the horizon.

 The second day came and memories began painting fields of color in the minds eye of the seeker.  Paranoia snuck into the mind, but remembering what the old man said, "Do Not go outside the circle." kept the wanderer from wandering.  The sweat of fear came after the paranoia left.  Black images of death flooded the mind. The sun went again below the horizon.

The third day awoke with a pain in the pit of a lonely stomach and a small stone was place under the tongue.  Thirst and hunger were constant companions for the rest of this journey.  This day was hot.  Hot and dizzy, voices in the distance could be heard saying words not understandable.  Tired, and the sun began bouncing below and above, and finely below the horizon. 

During the night just outside the fire a small sow brown bear stood up and looked at the seeker across the ring of rocks.  She had a white patch just under her belly.  She was sniffing the air then dropped to all fours and crossed the circle and walked directly up to the seeker and put her nose on his forehead and snorted out loudly.  Snot ran down his face as two small cubs rolled into the ring laughing at the two.  They wrestled for a bit and ran up a nearby tree.  The sow bear stood back up and looked down on the seeker, raised a great paw and struck him once across the neck and head.  

The sun rose high on the 4th day and the old man was standing just inside the ring of rocks with a canteen, sandwich, and a couple horses to go down with.  He seemed amused.  The seeker had a powerful dream...

Peace and Balance,

John

Vision Quest.

 Four days and four nights one sits alone on the summit of a chosen mountain waiting for a vision to come.  An animal to approach who is not an animal, but a harbinger of a message for only the one who waits.  A message that can change forever the course of the one who waits life, and death.

The waiting itself is not painless not peril-less, but a potential journey of danger and agony.  A spiritual trek that is designed to introduce the questor to their own potential and inevitable deaths.  The path teaches the seeker the truth about his/her end, which is the beginning.  This is the death and rebirth of the Shaman. 

It seems that walking to the top of a chosen mountain with nothing but a question and hope with the knowledge that survival may not be the highest reward, sounds a little insane.  But without this lack of sanity for this quest there can be no gift of power, only dark death.

At times one carries the quest, the vision, and the gift with themselves from one lifetime to the next and the next and so forth throughout the passage of time.  These people are the Bodhisattvas, the teachers of teachers.  Those who build the foundations of truth.

One who chooses the quest must prepare.  Become emotionally and spiritually ready for the journey.  Beyond this door awaits madness.  If ready then the answers will be given and the lessons learned, if not death and a lifetime of mental illness is equally willing to gain control.  The vision matters not for the stability of the seeker, only that it has been given.  

Four days and four nights one sits alone on the summit of a chosen mountain waiting for a vision to come.  Who will approach, the Bear, the Eagle, the Buffalo, or the Wolf, which direction will be followed?  Will any approach, the vision waits for all who seek.  Pass on the truth, teach your children well, and look ahead to glad tidings, Fear nothing.

Peace and Balance,

John

The Cult Of Bruce.

 

Although I've been watching his movies since I was in high school I've never been a member of the Cult of Bruce.  I must admit that I do admire what Bruce Lee accomplished in his short life.  I have a great respect for anyone who puts that much work into a thing.  Artists of all genre who have spent lifetimes creating and recreating themselves, who reach that pinacol of greatness deserve the respect and sometimes the honor that they have attained through their hard word and diligence.   That does not include a cult following that walks the fine edge of just another modern day religion. 

Bruce Lee, born Lee Jun Fan, 1940 in San Francisco California, was a Chinese American actor and martial artist.  He was attributed for the introduction of Chinese Kung Fu to the United States which changed the  Chinese Martial Arts and Culture influencing the pop culture of that time.  Bruce still holds several records in the Guinness Book: he is the only human to ever break a 45 Kg (99.3 Lbs) bag with a side kick, he produced 1600 pounds of force by swinging nunchacku, a linked pair of sticks with either a chain or strap, he could punch 9 times in a second, and his one inch punch could force a 75 Kg (165 Lbs) man 5 to 7 meters, (20 to 23 feet) away from him.  These are just a few of the 7 world records he holds.  Considering his physical stature at 5ft8 and 141 Lbs at his heaviest, the above records are an incredible almost mythical event.  And here in lies the rub.

Bruce Lee has taken on Legendary statues.  His accomplishments have launched him into the realms of modern mythology.  He now meets and exceeds the parameters that one would expect of a demigod.  Because of Bruce's feats of strength and prowess, if we re-wrote the beginning of his story just a bit, and it wouldn't take much, we could create a story that would be about the son of some Grecian, Roman, or Chinese god.  We could turn Bruce into an incarnation of the Monkey God from ancient Chinese mythology, and that is how he is treated by the modern Martial Arts Community.  He is Legend. 

There are several self appointed great ones who have taken on the job of deciding if Bruce Lee could defeat this guy or that guy, this actor or that actor, this Fighter or that Fighter, in personal combat.  Many of these self appointed great ones have opinions swaying from one to the other, this side or that, the winner and the loser.  All this supposition and opinionated bickery is absolute BS, and means nada.

Today's competitive martial artist be they a forms man, a push hands guy, a fighter, or just plain ole Saturday afternoon at the Karate tournament for kids, is decades more advanced, especially in The United States, than we were in the 50's, 60's and 70's.  Human beings are bigger, stronger, have more physical potential, and yes on a whole we are a tad smarter due to our technologies.  Today's average Martial Arts instructor has much more hands on experience than we have ever had, and we have a greater range of instructional flavor due to the internet.  So, who's to say?  I do not spend time speculating on the possible performance of a guy who's been dead since 1973.   

Lee Jun Fan died of  cerebral edema after a series of seizures and migraine headaches after given a painkiller that contained an equagesic which is a combination of aspirin and  meprobamate a tranquilizer.  He went to sleep and did not wake up.  He was 32 years old.  This all happened upon the completion of the filming of his movie, "Enter The Dragon."  

It is apparent that Bruce Lee did in fact not survive all the physical stress he put himself through and that he suffered long term injury due to the way he trained.  Tragic.

So, to all the Self appointed great ones, I say, "I don't care one way or the other."  If Bruce would have survived he'd be 83 years old now and stand tall amongst the worlds Grand Masters.  Speculating on any other battles and skirmishes is a waste of time and energy.  Remember him for what he did and get your head out of your...

I've been watching Bruce Lee since I was a teenager.  I am not a member of the Cult of Bruce.  I refuse to speculate about the prominence of a dead man.

Peace and Balance,

John 

The Power Of Confession

 

The art of confession is a deeply rooted practice found in various cultures and religions around the world. It involves the act of acknowledging and admitting one's wrongdoings, faults, or sins to oneself, a higher power, or to another person. Confession is often considered a powerful and transformative process that can lead to personal growth, emotional healing, and reconciliation.

Confession typically involves three main elements: acknowledgment, remorse, and disclosure. First, it requires an individual to honestly recognize and acknowledge their actions or thoughts that they consider to be morally or ethically wrong. This step entails self-reflection and an acceptance of responsibility for one's behavior.

The second element of confession is remorse. It involves feeling genuine regret, guilt, or sorrow for the harm caused by one's actions. Remorse demonstrates a willingness to confront the consequences of one's choices and an understanding of the impact those choices have had on oneself or others. This emotional response helps to foster empathy, compassion, and a desire for personal growth.

The final element is disclosure, which involves sharing one's confession with another person or entity. This act of disclosure can take various forms, depending on cultural or religious practices. For example, in some religions, confession is made directly to a religious leader or clergy member, while in therapeutic settings, it may involve confessing to a trusted counselor or therapist. Alternatively, one may choose to engage in self-reflection and private confession.

Confession serves several purposes. It provides a cathartic release for the person confessing, allowing them to unburden themselves from the weight of guilt or shame they may be carrying. It also offers an opportunity for personal growth and transformation by acknowledging past mistakes and working towards making amends or changing negative behaviors.

Confession can also play a role in interpersonal relationships and community dynamics. When someone confesses to another person, it often fosters trust, vulnerability, and a chance for reconciliation. It allows for open communication, understanding, and the potential for forgiveness and healing. In religious contexts, confession can be seen as a means of seeking forgiveness from a higher power and restoring one's spiritual connection.

It's important to note that the art of confession should be approached with care and respect, both for oneself and others. It requires self-awareness, humility, and a commitment to personal growth. Confidentiality and non-judgment are crucial in creating a safe space for confession, ensuring that individuals feel supported and respected throughout the process.

Overall, the art of confession offers a powerful avenue for self-reflection, personal growth, and healing. By acknowledging one's mistakes, expressing remorse, and seeking reconciliation, individuals can embark on a path towards self-improvement and a more harmonious existence with themselves and others.

Peace and Balance,

John

Day's Of Independence.

 Being a Native American Man of mixed Heritage these words bring to me thoughts and feelings that I'm sure the founding fathers of The United States did not originally intend.  The Preamble of the Declaration of Independence:  

 We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

I am of mixed Native American Blood, I am Irish of an old Celtic clan, and I wonder if, when these words where written, the authors of such debate understood fully the future that would be Their Wrath?

Tomorrow is the 4th of July, it is Independence Day.  To what glory shall there be independence to?

Peace and Balance,

John

Koyannisqatsi

 According to the "Book Of The Hopi" mankind is at the tail end of the Fourth World.  Each existence of man on Earth is suggested by a world of existence, and each world has met it's conclusion do to the transgressions of human kind and the lack of respect we have for nature and our mother the Earth.  

According to the "Book Of The Hopi" our technological advancement, the depletion of our spiritual values, and our embracing the values of the dark ones have degraded the existence of the Hopi, that's everyone, to an unrecognizable state.  We have become our own demons. 

After the Creation, human kind was protected by a race of beings the Hopi have called, "The Ant People".  The Ant People kept us healthy and protected underground while the world above finished it's growth period, and on the last days of that time freed us and let us loose on the surface of the world to grow, multiply, and be happy.  The Ant People also taught us how to live on the surface of the world in balance with the environment.  That didn't work out so well, at least three times before this period. 

Without getting to much into the prophecy of the Hopi, the signs written in the Book are the signs we see every day in the news, and the weather changing around us.  This time, this change, and our lack of respect for it and the environment the Hopi call, "Koyaanisqatsi:" Life out of Balance.  

In the Book Of The Hopi, the Last signs are Weather changes ending with the Red Snake traveling from West to East and our inability to stop it.  Red signifies Heat, Fire, and Disease.  The question is, Can we change the events or is this truly all part of the Plan as the Elders speak of?

Peace and Balance,

John

The Power of Choice

 We all make choices in life.  We decide to pay bills, or not. We decide to be social, or not.  We decide to eat healthy, or not.  We decide to be good people, or not.  All products of choices made through rational, or not, thought.  Laying all judgements and opinions aside of what is right or wrong, choices made. 

There are those folks who hold on tight to things, they never let them go.  Things that would do them far less harm if they let them go and forgot about them in the long run.  After all it is only the product of making rational choices about letting go of these hurtful things.  Choices in all manners of subjects without judgement or opinion.

Because of pretraining by those individuals who have been infected by the weight of judgement or opinion many children never escape the trap of deciding what is right or wrong from the opinions and judgements of the infected ones and never evolve beyond that pretraining. These people are lost to the machine.  If children grow without the infection and pretraining of judgement and opinion then they are free to grow with the ability to form rational decisions and make their own judgements and opinions based on the power of logic.

Logic is a interesting thing.  It is both a trained ability and something that grows within a child naturally if left alone to develop.  Again free from the infection of the past.  Letting go can be liberating.  How we let go is a choice.  

Classical training tells us as we learn that there are two diametrically opposing forces, Good and Evil. I propose instead that there are many more forces in nature, Good, Evil, and the choices we make blending the many shades of grey together, through the power of Choice.  Letting some go, hanging on to others creates the personality of the child and develops the adult.  Through the Universal Law of Choice.  What will your choices bring?

Peace and Balance,

John

 

Beige Flags.

 

While in the shower this morning and listening to NPR, (National Public Radio), Yes I listen to NPR while in the shower.  Don't judge.  I was listening to the comedic news game show, "Wait, wait don't tell me."  Some of of the readers might be familiar, where the show's host, Peter Seagal and his voice from the wings, Bill Kurtis, along with a panel of comedic guests try to stump, confuse, overwhelm, and entertain a call in listener, and a weekly celebrity guest on reworked versions of current domestic and world news.  I like the show because of it's comedy, and that the stories in the news are real stories with just a enough of twist to make the listener chuckle and sharpen a point on the current news.  

Any who, while listening to this mornings show I was introduced to a new slang term that made me stop and go, "What the ....?"  We of the respectable age will remember that when a friend or even you says, "That sends up a Red Flag" for me, is telling you that there is something afoul lurking about.  That something is not quite as it should be, an untruth is poking it's proverbial head into your space, and many other things not quite right.  The Red Flag is, or was that sign that you should beware.  

This morning however I heard a new term that made me just a tad queasy, The Beige Flag.  At first I just sort of stopped in mid shampoo and said to myself, "Did I hear that right or is the water splashing in my ears obstructing my hearing?"  No, I heard that, "Beige Flag."

To me beige is a color that tip toes around looking very similar to baby poop.  Depending on what the child has eaten.  I suppose calling it a Baby Poop Flag wouldn't give it quite the appeal that a Beige Flag does, but still. "What the ....?"  

The Beige Flag is the new Red Flag. So what happens when we respectable people use the term, "Red Flag"?  Are the youth of the world going to understand us or just stare blankly into our eyes like we've traveled south with the Gravy Train?  One may never know.  

Then again, I rather enjoy making young'uns uncomfortable.  That's my job.  

Peace and Balance,

John

Global Truth

 

Eye's to the sky, as they say.  Don't miss the incoming.  The question is, "Incoming what?"  According to Dr. Steven Greer and his panel, we might just have a lot more to look at flying over head.  As disclosure begins and the light is being shed on the subjects of UFO's, UAP's, USO's, and other exotic technologies, we might have cousins from other places, spaces, and time visiting on a regular basis.  

History is a strange thing.  It is written by the victors of whatever skirmish has taken place in that geographical area.  It is also manipulated by those same victors.  First we change history to hide the truth from the prying eyes of foreign entities.  Then we change history to hide the truth of events from our own citizens.  The later usually happens when the government gets to the point where there is no one else from outside looking in and starts covering up things from internal sources.  These are usually called conspiracies.  The longer conspiracies live the more teeth they develop and are taken for granted as truth.  Usually they are projected smoke screens to take the attention of the people away from the actual truth, which can be much stranger than the fiction  

Depending upon how important it is for the government to keep these secrets depends on how much security is required to keep them.  This could include some pretty heinous acts projected on the people by the government, up to and including death. 

Eisenhower said that an informed population is required to keep it's government honest and transparent.  Unfortunately this is not how it works out.  If it did we would indeed be the most powerful people on the planet, not the most paranoid.  That is a title we share with both the Russians and the Chinese.  This paranoia fuels and is the catalyst for the many versions of a Cold War we have been undergoing since the late 1940's.  Nuclear weapons, Trade Secrets, Space Race, Computer Technologies, Artificial Intelligence, and now, Aliens in our back yards.  When is the Truth going to be spoken, and when is the killing going to stop?

Dr. Michio Kaku, occasionally talks about the existence of Super Governments on levels outside of our understanding.  That these governments are what we lower level folk would call Demi gods etc.  It turns out that these Governments are instead illegal Black Budget projects that have been thwarting and extorting monies away from our Democratic Republic for generations, and that these Projects are the ones responsible for keeping the secrets that many citizens have died trying to shed light upon, and that this is a world wide pandemic.  There are Illegal Black Budget Projects all over the globe.  

Cover up is a terrible declaration.  It declares that the ones that are supposed to be looking over us and out for our well being and nurture our development as nations have been lying to us to hold onto an agenda all of Their own.  This could be by some, considered the epidemy of Evil.  That would mean we've been living in the Devil's house and it's time to be free.

I remember the promise.  It was bold and wise.  It would give us each a piece of Heaven, be it within, or without.  I remember that muse, and want my Flying Car.

Peace and Balance,

John

  

Disclosure Begins.

 

Five days ago a former Intelligence officer working for the DOD, Department of Defense, David Grusch blew the whistle on the United States Military's withholding the facts about our involvement with and custody of at least 12 alien space craft from other than Human origins.  After leaving his post in April, Mr Grusch blew the whistle.  He claims that the United States has had in it's possession possibly more that 12 retrieved space craft some of which are operational.  His interview can be seen on YouTube so I'm not going to rewrite what the reader can go find themselves.  

There was some speculation that Mr. Grusch was a ploy, a tool being used to spread disinformation.  However, Johnathon Grey, a current Intelligence officer at the National Air and Space Intelligence Center, (NASIC), confirmed the existence of what the Agency calls Exotic Materials.  He further stated that, "The non-human intelligence phenomenon is real, We are not alone."  And that this is a global phenomena. 

It seems that after so many years of coverups and misleading stories and phony news, the truth is about to be presented to us and the rest of the world.  My Question is a simple one, "Should we welcome the new visitors, or should we be running and hiding under our beds?"  It seems the monsters have come home.

Peace and Balance,

John

Flaw of Nature

 I have a predilection for BS.  Amongst the many flaws of my nature, I have spent a lifetime searching out and dealing with my human ability to screw up at any drop of  a hat, cap, scarf, screwdriver, what ever happens to fall from my mitts.  I have larger than average mitts.  

I was gifted by the great wind gods the ability to tell a grand tale.  I grew up listening and learning how to weave a story from the fabric of nature and the energies of those around me.  I know how to read my environment. 

Sometimes when weaving tales of mirth and mayhem, the listener begins to hear the truth woven within the story.   I have set out to spread the impossible truths of life and the nature of it through the telling of these woven spontaneous tales of, "BS".   This is one of my faults of nature.  My nature has within it a great love of humanity.  I cry at the pains of children I don't know, and I worry about the fears of friends I barely know, and I tell their stories.  Sometime these stories aren't recognizable until the very end, then a little, "poof" happens within the listening brain.  Let's hope I'm not the cause of spontaneous aneurism.  

Flaws of Nature aren't righted by ignoring them, instead the proper extinction of the flaw in nature is to look straight at it.  Gaze the demon in the eye and attack it with the frontal assault of truth.  Change your BS to truth and watch the uncomfortable squirms of those who listen and understand what is being told.  Tales of wonder, stories of myth weaved around the truth like a cloak of many colors, dreams. 

History is woven into this coat.  Stories started being told when man first stood taller than the grass and uttered his first word.  It wasn't, "Uhg". It was, "Uhg, what a mess".  Then he promptly ran to the tree where is wife and children resided and started telling the tale of the history up to that point, "Uhg" was just about It.  

That tale, that wonderous story started then and through the magic of the spoken word began taking on a life of it's own.  The players changed as the story changed the cultures telling the tale.  The truth became myth, and woven into the BS was the truth.  Millenia have passed and that tale, the original story that started with an, "Uhg", became the history of human kind and it's many versions, the religions of the world.  Tales of man, the flaws of nature.  

You see, my predilection for BS has become the time honored attribute of all tellers of the historic tale.  All who know truth upon seeing it and hearing, all who have the courage to share this truth within a cloak of dreams for the listener to find on his own have the god given gift and responsibility to face the demon within themselves and bombard it with this tale.  So when it runs from the truth, the truth is presented to all who hear.

Today's modern tale is spoken, and written in the many venues given by the digital  demiurge.  Our supreme being is now loose on Google and the stories are being told by an artificial voice.  We have evolved?

I have many flaws.  Each one is being handled through a straight eye fearlessly brought to justice.  Knowing truth, and speaking truth, brings a certain reality to each listener and reader.  This collective is the nature of our Creator.

Peace and Balance,

John

What color was that Sedan?

 Many years ago I had an encounter that occasionally gets revisited through memory, stories, or experiences I read about or witness.  I had what I can only call an encounter with a group of MIB, or Men In Black.  

The Men In Black are purported to be men or women, dressed in all black wearing dark glasses, that show up in small groups of two or three.  They make claims of quasi affiliation to several of the three letter government agencies often carrying credentials to substantiate these claims.  Often, depending upon the circumstances, they will make threats to either incarcerate or harm you or family members or both if you don't do or give them exactly what they are asking for.  The MIB's have worked their way into the pop culture of the world.  I would make claims to only the United States, however there have been references of these individuals from all over the globe, and most of these contacts have been fairly nefarious.  

The Men In Black have a history of arriving after encounters with UFO's, UAP's, and Other extreme or unusual technologies.  These Agency jocks will show up and ask some very uncomfortable questions about one of the subjects.  Often pressing the experiencer hard enough to leave a life long lasting impression and traumatic fallout.  They also seem to have a very impressive amount of sci tech and psy tech.  In other words they have the ability to mentally and physically mess you up and there is nothing you can do about it, just suffer.  

Who are these people? It has been reported that they might be from another terrestrial plane. That they may be alien in origin.  There are suggestions that the MIB are a mix of humans and aliens working together sharing or exploiting superior technologies and using them in negative ways.  There are even ideas floating around in pop culture that the MIB are agents of the Dark forces of the universe.  What ever the truth, they aren't the good guys.  

I was sitting at my desk in my office across from the City Hall in our fair city.  I was half paying attention to the news of the day coming from the radio, when I heard the door creak open.  Standing in front of my desk was a couple rather large gentlemen all dressed in black, and just to the left half out of the door was a rather young looking attractive woman.  They all had on dark sunglasses.  One of the men was wearing a black fedora and the young woman had a black tie in her hair.  It was all pretty creepy.  To be honest that's all I remember.  I don't remember any conversation, I don't remember any suggestions from them, nor do I remember any threats.  All I remember is the scenario above, taking a second look and they were gone.  I got the urge to look out my window and saw leaving from it's parking space in front of my business was what looked like an older style black sedan.  The car pulled out and turned the corner out of my sight.  I had lost about an hour of time.  

For those of you who don't know the nature of my business, I was at that time a professional martial artist.  A Light Heavy Weight full contact fighter and grappler.  This was before there was such a thing as MMA and all the other forms of organized mayhem that is popular today.  What we did was fairly brutal, dangerous, and makes you realize years later that bones go creak.  So, these fellows and their fem-fatal were extremely ballsy, and confident that there wasn't anything I could do to stop them from whatever.  

Before doing the get my teeth kicked in for work, I was employed by a three letter organization my own self, the DOD, Department of Defense.  My employment with them was as a member of the USAF, United States Air Force.  At that time in history the Air Force was the organization in our government that was in charge of interesting technologies, and the intelligence gathering organization through the USAF is one of the best in the world, the Air Force OSI, Office of Special Investigations.  All working together as a cohesive agency that has it's hand on spooky tech stuff.  See the sarcasm there?  That's about all I can talk about, the rest is, "Classified." 

Today, I teach at a local High School, I have contact with some super buds of mine that are tribally connected, and we get together to make up lies and talk about stuff.  So why would any nefarious outfit want to poke at my brains?  It's all a mystery to me.  

A very close friend of mine has been living with some interesting, "shrapnel" in his body for more that 40 years.  This, "shrapnel" occasionally felt like it was moving around and or sending and receiving radio signals of some sort.   It has been a literal pain in the butt for a very long time.  He does not know how or where it originally came from and what was the nature of this object.  He recently traveled to the local VA clinic and had it removed surgically by what I presume is a civilian doctor working for Uncle Sam.  He has asked for the metal after it was removed, but was denied.  No reason given.  My friend has had his own encounters with the Gentlemen of different colored clothing himself.  Which makes me wonder, WTF.  

A question keeps popping into my mind, "Just how far down this rabbit hole do you want to go?"  

Peace and Balance,

John

Words

 

Words have power.  What we say and how we say it creates our realities.  How we converse with each other determines our character and how others look upon us.  Grandma used to say, "If you can't say kind things about people don't speak."  

Choose your words with care, speak your mind, walk tall and look into the eyes of those you're speaking to, and follow Truth.  This is the Way, the Tao. 

Peace and Balance,

John

From Chan to Zen

 Cha or Chan Buddhism traveled from China to Japan somewhere in the neighborhood of 500 years before the current era (BCE).  Chan Buddhism, also called Mahayana Buddhism traveled from India to China on the shoulders of Bodidharma, student of Gautama, and eventually landed in the Temple of Hunan, the home of Shaolin.  The monks of the Small Forest. 

The Japanese transformed Chan meditation into Zen meditation by adding the practice of the Koan.  Koans are riddles that a Zen Master gives the student to focus the mind and quiet the thoughts during the meditative practice.  Chan mediation doesn't focus on a single thought as much.  In Chan Meditation it is more important to sit quietly and let the thoughts flow through the mind eventually leading to a quieting of the thoughts approaching emptiness allowing enlightenment to enter the mind.  The Koans of Zen allow the student to focus on one thought or series of thought in order to achieve a state of emptiness allowing enlightenment to enter. 

Other than the addition of a Koan and the Quiet sitting of Chan, the practices are very similar and both are versions of Mahayana as taught by Bodidharma, who the Shaolin called Tamo.  Tamo has many meanings in the various languages of China, we will stick to Venerated One.  

Emptiness is a statement that is greatly misunderstood by those who read, but don't practice.  Emptiness is not the state of being absent or empty headed.  That would be a dangerous path to follow.  Emptiness in the realm of Zen or Chan meditation is actively participating in the quieting process of the mind.  It is the intentional focusing on a small part of the mind and calling it empty.  The ability to focus on one spot at any given moment takes much concentrated effort, and when achieved lasts for moments before the concentration process must start over again.  The more practice that is put into it the longer the quiet moments.  This is where Enlightenment is hidden.  Within the quiet moments of meditation.  

What then is Enlightenment?  It is not all knowing, nor is it the tell all state of being.  However, enlightenment is different for every seeker of truth.  The word Truth and Enlightenment are interchangeable.  How we get there is purely a unique process for every individual on the path, We are all Buddha.  

Peace and Balance,

John