Precession and Whatnot

As soon as I woke this morning, I felt numb inside, numb to all emotion. The power principles that usually help to lift the mood were not working. 

I’ve recently questioned the Universe’s sanity over her decision to enroll me in multiple courses of instruction simultaneously. I reasoned it might be helpful to have a heart-to-heart with Princess Amy if a small cluster of gray cells in the brain has anything to pass for a heart.

“Amy," I said, "I feel like a man who has drunk from the cup of life and found a drowned beetle at the bottom.”

"Perhaps life in the 21st century is an acquired taste," she said. "I remember that you hated Brussels sprouts for years but now you fancy them. Give modern life the same chance you gave Brussels sprouts."

"You think there's hope in that approach, do you?"

"You might consider this," she said. "When you examine it narrowly, how little do you really have to dislike about your current situation? You're only unhappy because life isn't like it was in the gay nineties but just think how very few there are of decades like the 1990's. One in a century is my guess."

Our talk didn't help. Some occasions demand nothing less than a time-out. This was one of those occasions. Minutes later, had you been looking for me, I could be found walking through Magnolia Plantation. My plan was to consider all my options, which didn't take long. There were few.

As I strolled casually down the sidewalk with the artist formally known as Prince singing "Get Crazy" in my left ear, a fire truck suddenly popped up like a demon king in a Thai water opera, and tooted a horn that sounded like Rush Limbaugh denouncing liberal democracy. 

It's never difficult to tell the difference between a ray of sunshine and a Genome who's been pushed too far. And in that moment, it has never been more clear.

That doesn't mean that I tornadoed around in public like the Tasmanian Devil. Certainly not. I behaved like the nice boy next door, always my strategy when in public. I mentally gave the driver a piece of my mind and I searched the databanks for choice, juicy words.

If negative emotions ever invoked a dark reality on any piece of fire-fighting equipment, that f-f equipment was one.

The major exception to the rule about Taz's behavior is that I often, regrettably, do behave like Taz when in the company of Ms. Wonder. What a saint she is! I don't know how she puts up with me. Please contribute to her campaign.

But in that startling moment mentioned above, the Limbaugh moment, the idea of being tugged this way and that, reminded me of the Buckminster Fuller concept of precession. 

I know! Look, I've never denied that my mind works in mysterious ways. Mr. Fuller's precession is just another example of that. Some people find my chaotic thinking amusing. It may be helpful to think of it like Brussels sprouts. I'll bet you once didn't like them either.

An example of precession is the combined effect of the sun’s gravitational pull on the Earth and the velocity of the Earth as it circles the sun. The first force is acting to pull the Earth into the sun; the second is working to escape the sun's pull and send the Earth hurtling into the cold depths of space. 

The combined effect of the two forces provides the perfect combination to keep the Earth in orbit at just the right distance from the sun to support life and be hospitable to you and me.

I know! Magic!

I can only hope that a bit of precession will result from my personal tug-of-war and have a magical effect on my life. And on Wonder's life. She deserves it far more than I do. 

Don't misunderstand. I'm not saying the idea of escaping gravity and flying off into space isn't appealing.

Life Is An Illusion

My favorite barista, Laura, was ringing up my order when she directed a curious look toward the neighborhood of my right ear. I immediately assumed there was a noodle hanging there but it turned out to be something far more interesting. Laura explained that a Tootsie Roll had just emerged from my ear.

Those were not her exact words but that's what my subtle ear heard. As soon as she said it, I knew that the Universe was tapping me on the shoulder. It was a reminder that the material world is an illusion. 

Tootsie Rolls don't get from one place to another by ear delivery. TRs are delivered by 18-wheelers, like the one emerging from my ear with Tootsie Roll painted on the side. Or was there a truck on the road behind me, at the level of my ear?

Just before Laura's vision, I was taking a break from the work of planning a new meditation workshop. I spent most of the morning thinking about how our minds tell us things that are not true and how meditation can teach us to harness our minds in more beneficial ways. 

Now, for those of you who think that the purpose of this post is to announce my workshop, you're close. I'm actually announcing a new blog that will focus on meditation. I'll tell you all about it in that blog.

I know it's a nick out of time but that's the way I work.

Ride The Wave

          There is a tide in the affairs of men [and women] that,                      taken at the flood, leads on to victory.

                                      ~~ William Shakespeare, McBeth

One of the secrets known to the masters of Alchemical Shamanism is that the Universal Consciousness works for the good of its children. Simply stated, the Universe is looking out for your best interests.

Don't misunderstand, I'm not pretending to be a master of anything. No, I got my information straight from Ms. Wonder, who, as you know full well, is a master of everything.

She denies it but I can see through her attempts to pass as a normal denizen of the earth. Probably an alien avatar sent to guide humans to higher consciousness and create a better life on the planet for everyone. I mean, those are my thoughts.

I do know a little about life energy, sometimes called vital energy, but only because I follow the path of Fierce Qigong in my quest for Camelot. I do hope you pay attention to the regular postings here on The Circular Journey because if you miss a few episodes you're going to find yourself lost. Just think of missing an episode of Morning Show and you'll get the idea.

                  *** Questions?

                Consult the disclaimer at the end of this post (not now; 

                wait until you get to the bottom.)

So, as I was saying, I know that vital energy, the Qi (energy) in Qigong (energy work), fluctuates. It rises and falls, it grows and subsides, and it's in constant motion between negative and positive, dark and light. Lupe makes use of these Qi fluctuations when performing her duties as Backup Mistress of the Greater Wilmington Night.

When the energy is directed toward you, it comes at you like the swells of the ocean that build in power and momentum until they break into waves. All you need to do is wait for the right moment and then launch your Qi surfboard onto the crest of the wave. That energy wave will deliver you to your dreams.

That's all there is to it. Simple.

Simple but not easy. How do you know when the right wave comes along? How do you know that the next wave is for you?

There is a method of living that will put you on the right wave without knowing beforehand that it's your dream ride. I call it fierce living or living life on life's terms. 

Waves come and go. Some are meant for you and some aren't. What you do is paddle out into the deep water (or get out into life where opportunity will bump into you). That's where the waves crest and when a promising opportunity comes along, you take it. If it's not for you, it will either never build to anything worthwhile or else, you'll fall off. 

It doesn't sound ideal but it's the best option we have. When the right wave comes along, you'll be there riding it for all you're worth and, if you don't abandon it, you'll be carried almost effortlessly to your goal.

That's the method I'm using in my quest for Camelot.

Disclaimer: (read the following very, very fast)

The information and content provided in this blog post are for entertainment purposes only and are not a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult a healthcare provider before starting any exercise, or wellness program.

If you feel uncomfortable or unsafe at any time, whether following the suggestions in this blog post, or any other situation you may find yourself in--love relationships can sometimes be the most problematic-- stop the activity immediately and contact your health-care provider.

The Quest For Camelot

In the words of some poet or other, I've forgotten the name just now, all troubles afflicting modern life, no matter how alarming they seem, will subside into a mere trifle under the influence of a steaming cup of the globally grown and locally, what is it? That's right, the locally roasted brew-haha that we affectionately and respectfully dub as Jah's Mercy.

The above is what Mr. Kier, my high-school English teacher, would call a run-on sentence. But aren't some subjects deserving of a lengthy treatment? I think so.

Although coffee is a favorite subject of mine and I am fiercely devoted to the stuff, on this particular morning, I was inclined to question the poet's sentiments. 

I'd wandered around the long-leaf pine savannah of Brunswick Forest, drinking a triple-shot espresso, and expecting the mood to lift like the morning fog. Didn't happen.

Eventually, I came to the spot where my Rock, that most dependable paragon of strength and resilience, stood looking out over the waters of Evangeline Lagoon. 

That very spot, that sun-flooded Eden, is the most congenial spot for happily-ever-aftering--think of Camelot where it never rains 'till after sundown, and by sunup the morning fog has flown. That's the baby!

However, on this particular morning, it just wasn't so. The mood remained bleak and grey. I didn't like it.

What to do? That was the question I asked myself. Surely there was a power principle in my mental toolbox, a metaphorical socket wrench that I could use to tighten up the emotional works.

I looked inside for an answer or a clue to brighten the day. And I was in luck.

Last night on Deb & Samantha, that's the name Wonder and I gave it, but if it's not the name of the podcast, I apologize. Anyway, on that podcast, Samantha said, or maybe it was Deb, that we tell ourselves stories about our lives and those stories become our lives.

Now, I agree fully that we tell ourselves stories about our lives. I do it all the time. And I'm open to the idea that those stories become our reality. Given that, pay close attention because what I'm about to say is the salient point.

Change the stories you tell yourself and you change your life.

I don't know about you but, as for me, I love that idea. This blog has always moved in that general direction and I think that with a bit of tinkering, The Circular Journey can, and will, become the stories that change my life.

And so now I'm off on the quest for Camelot!

But I won't find it without your help. Please stay with me.  

Don't forget to tell your friends about The Circular Journey and leave a comment because I'd love to hear from you. Remember my friends, life comes hard and fast. It pays to be ready for anything. 

Fierce Qigong!

Her Again

I've recently wrestled with questions that have troubled me for most of my life. Then last night, I had a dream in which I was speeding away from an evil organization only to realize that a bionic man was chasing my car, on foot, and he was about to reach my door.

Suddenly, I remembered a lucid dreaming technique taught to me by my first therapist, Susan Sunbeam. I realized that here was an opportunity to get the answers I'd been searching for. I paused the dream, a technique developed by the O'odham people of the desert southwest, and I spoke directly to my pursuer.

"Stop," I said. "I want to speak to someone who can answer life's biggest questions. Send to me the most knowledgeable person in the Universe."

The bionic man slowly faded and in his place there appeared someone instantly familiar to me and yet I was stunned to see her. No, it wasn't Ms. Wonder. It was the one known as Death. You probably remember Her from a recent post entitled It's A Good Day to Die.

"Well", She said, "I certainly don't see this every day." And even though I didn't see Her face clearly, I somehow knew or felt that She smiled. 

I remained quiet for a moment. I was a bit stunned and, not surprisingly, in disbelief. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I was of course.

"I am impressed," She said. "This has never happened before. But I have urgent business so tell me why you summoned me, and make it quick."

I searched for words but it was a bust. Nothing.

She placed a hand on Her hip and cocked Her head as if to say, Don't make me wait.

"I'm so sorry," I said beginning to feel that I'd crossed the line by summoning Her. After all, who was I to make demands of Death.

"I truly don't mean to offend," I said. "Now that you're actually here, I feel that I've taken a great liberty. I want you to know that I'm extremely grateful that you came. In fact, I suppose I'm eternally grateful."

"You made a joke, I think," She said. "A joke, yes? I am hoping to get better at detecting humor."

"You mean that some people make a joke of dying?"

"My most recent encounter was with Sinatra," She said.

"Frank Sinatra? Frank Sinatra joked when he met you?"

"Yes, The Chairman," She said. "When we met, he asked if it meant he wasn't Chairman any longer."

"Did you laugh?"

"No, I don't experience emotions like humans but I find it interesting that some people make the most of any situation, even when they are powerless."

"Well, I'm sure you will come up to speed quickly and, when you think about it, there's no hurry is there? You have plenty of time to work on that."

"Another joke, yes? Two jokes in one meeting. I am rolling I think."

"Yes, you are certainly on a roll."

"But you have a question," She said. "Let us do this so that I may get back to my duties."

"I had three questions but you've answered two of them already."

"It is good to be of service," She said and for the first time, don't ask me why, I sensed that her existence might be a lonely one. But She had mentioned being busy so there was no time to go into it.

"The remaining question is about some memories I had as a child. I remembered a life that was not mine but was not entirely foreign to me. Memories of a previous life."

"Atlantis," She said.

"You know about those memories?"

"I learned something about you when you imagined meeting me on the bridge. I also became interested in who you are when you refused to open Death's Door at the time of the auto accident."

"Oh, my!" I said. "It was you all along!"

"Isn't that why you summoned me?" She said. "And did you not ask your questions of Ekaterina, the one you call Ms. Wonder?"  

These last words were the last little bit that made all the difference. I felt that too much was happening too soon. It was heaped up, pressed down, and running over. How could She possibly know so much about one person's life? I wanted to speak to Her about so many things and yet I knew that our time together must come to an end soon.

"She is a wonder," I said. "She is often the only bright spot in my life."

"You are fortunate to have her care for you," She said. "Love is the most beneficial living condition for humans. Most humans seem to want it and yet have no understanding of how to go about finding it. When it happens, it usually happens by accident."

"Do you know everything," I said.

She didn't answer me but I knew that She was pleased to have recognized another bit of humor.

After sharing and savoring a quiet moment, She said, "Atlantis is a memory of a life lived in what you think of as ancient times. Those memories first belonged to one of your ancestors and have been recorded in genetic material passed down to you over millennia."

I pondered Her words trying to fit them into my emotional experience of those memories.

"And now," She said. "I am satisfied to have been of service and I must bid you farewell until re-seeing you. Do not take your life for granted, Genome. There is nothing in the universe to be desired more."

"I remember reading somewhere that even the angels in heaven are envious of man," I said and I have no idea why those words came out of my mouth.

"May I take one more liberty?" I said. "I feel that your job must be a lonely one. And I have come to see you not as someone to be feared--the classic hooded wraith who carries a scythe. Instead, I've enjoyed talking to you and will miss you when you leave.

In fact, you were so comforting to me in that meeting on the bridge that I no longer fear dying. I feel that a friend waits to meet me when it's my time."

"I am not alone," She said. "I have extended the transitions of my administrative assistant, Susan, and also my adopted daughter, Gloria."

"Wait, could it possibly be? Is Susan by any chance my first mental health therapist?"

"I also have my dog, Pluto, and many honeybees. I have a sweet tooth."

I wanted to spend far more time getting to know Her. But She was determined to get back to her own world and I didn't want to take advantage.

"I'm happy you have them," I said. "No one should be alone."

She nodded.

"Before I take my leave," She said. "You didn't explain why you brought your questions to me instead of Ms. Wonder."

"Oh, that," I said. "Just as you pointed out, Wonder is a very special someone, and she amazes me with her depth of knowledge and her wisdom. But I'm afraid that finely tuned brain of hers has finally come unglued."

"How so," She said.

"Well," I said, in a near whisper as though I didn't want Wonder to hear, "it's like this. We visited Brookgreen Gardens last evening and I complained to her that the wind stopped blowing the Spanish moss around each time I tried to video it..."

"Yes?" She said.

"Well, you may find it hard to believe, but she began huffing and puffing in the direction of the live oaks, much like the big, bad wolf."

"Hmmm, I see," She said. "But good for her. It's quite satisfying when mortals find ways to enjoy their time on earth."

"The most amazing part of the story is that the Spanish moss began moving again and I captured it in the video. Wonder thinks she caused it to happen."

"Interesting," She said. "Gives you something else to think about, doesn't it?"

We shared another quiet moment. I began to wonder if it would turn out to be a big day for quiet moments.

"Au revoir, Genome," She said. "Until we meet again."

"I hope it's not goodbye," I said.

And with that, She faded away and was replaced by the bionic man that had been chasing me when the dream began.

I found myself suddenly very irritated that my pleasant meeting with Death had ended and was immediately followed by dealing with the senselessly aggressive invention of a power-mad tyrant.

Have I mentioned that I have anger issues? 

The vehicle I'd been driving was an armored military personnel carrier. It was heavy and built to withstand a lot of abuse. It was dangerous to pedestrians even when standing still.

With absolutely no aforethought of any kind, I drove that vehicle right into robot-man and enjoyed every knock and bump of him rolling around underneath the wheels as I drove away. 

All in all, I'd say it was a very satisfying dream.