The meditation of the day is " Everything happens Twice" sometimes thrice or more. I went out peddling my wares, my book , my business. I expected nothing but I got everything. I noticed that people in NYC walk with an air of disregard. Very feline in mannerisms. They'll see you and pretend that you're not there. Sometimes to thier own detriment. I suppose it's that need for solitude within a city that's so invasive. If it weren't for cell phones there wouldn't be much laughter in the streets. We should be happy as a people, and here's why.
A mere one hundred fifty years ago, we were still in the dark ages. There was no electricity for lights, let alone a plasma T.V. There were no toilets. So all of you mocha frappichino people would have to hold it for the great outdoors. The Mustang was really the mustang. The only stock Ford had was the wheel. All you black people were still slaves and all you white people given some good nutrition
to lengthen the bone was still barely one step up from poor white trash.
In the carribean Calypso was more than a dance it was "Satan 'im self". In the desert regions life was more parched then, than Dubai is now. The people from India were really just " The king and I". Feudal times in the Orient , War and Peace in Sybria. The anarchy of the world was halting. Pisces was beginning it's ascension thru the dark murky ages to break the still waters and emerge into the ether above. The Aquarian age.
From water (Pisces) feeling to air (Aquarius) thinking. Maturing on the face of Gaea. The world has gotten better, noticably. We are maturing as a species. There may be hope for us yet. Look around great efforts have been made to assure you some comfort. Look around is your food pleasing to the palette, señor.
Look around we once proud citizens of this here United States of America. Exiting the age of Pisces united, walking into Aquarius divided. Look around, thier are friends amoung you. Look around. The are neighbors that share your plight. There are many in the fight, look around. This applies to You, Dawg. Yes even the sun shines on yo' ass. So, look around.
Remember the Sixties, spread the Love. Namyo-Horeng-neyko. Pass the dutchie. As an artist I love the creative process. To get the vision in the mind to match the one in the brain. It takes time, patience, reflection. Water vs. Air a jihad of reflection. Mercury is in retrograde now. A time of reflection. Serendipitous transformations are occuring within.
Personally I'm sad to see some things go. Like the days of free t.v. Screw the cable guys I only watch from channels 2 - 11. 13 was mostly for Sesame Street. I miss the days of Sesame Street, tell Big Bird hi for me. See mom we missed Big Bird. I miss the World Trade Centers. But we Americans needed to check our galls for hubris.
I miss my Grandmothers and my two brothers gone from this earth. Vaya con Dios. On this day I even miss me. For I am changing, growing stronger everday in the peace that is Heaven sent. Grateful for the Rainbow after the Thunderstorm.
Very grateful to be Gay in America the spirit of '69. Life isn't black or white. Let the Earthsong play the chords upon the heart and walk light of foot. For we walk upon hallowed ground. The Divine ground of the divine Earth for the Divine Us. Species 69 , Terran. We are the lightening Gods we may live for only a moment but that moment strikes upon your heart forever. Back to the clouds we go. Some times the lightening does strike twice.
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