1.  What do you do in your free time?

I charge for my free time...

2.  What music helps you relax?

The music I avoid...

3.  What movie did you enjoy recently?

12 Angry Men...I cried

4.  Who makes you laugh?

Shecky the Shaman. "Take my Karma...PLEASE!"

5.  Where do you go/do to recharge?

Anything green...green forests, Green Acres, Peter Green...

Were those serious or silly? ;)

I know how insidious stuff can be. Its as if it has a consciousness. It seems to just sit there, but when we're entranced by it, VOILA!…it has multiplied!

How does it do this? I've never seen it having sex. I've never heard it moaning in the night, although the floor beneath it has been know to cry out. It must breathe air because the more stuff there is, the less air there is.

But, ultimately, I think it has a helper…us. We are it's Igor and Renfield, mesmerized by it, saying “Yes, master” to it. We live the “Night of the Living Accumulators”. This stuff of ours…we think it belongs to us. But, we seem to belong to it! It plays and preys on our sentiments. It sends wicked cords into our solar plexus. It attaches to us with its emotional tentacles.

There is only one way to be freed from this menace. Call a Feng Shui expert. Don't mis-dial and call Ghostbusters. Feng Shui is actually Asian exorcism. I once did this and a guy who looked a lot like Owen Wilson came to my home and did an estimate. The next day, four guys who all wore Jackie Chan masks came and emptied my home…of everything. Hmmm…come to think of it, I might have been burglarized!

It all began in the 50's. We learned to "dig it". We experienced the beatnik life. Cool jazz and bongos. Poetry and Dobie Gillis. We took a ride along Route 66 to get our kicks, see the country in a 'Vette but had to endure the silly prose of Siliphant...all through an analog signal.

In the 60's we discovered there was more. Electric-O-Bananas came in through our bathroom windows invading our naivette. It all made the 'Vette passe. From far off lands came helping hands, in bands that made us think. Guitars, sitars and our psychedelic stars connected us to gurus. We would never be the same. We were revolting...quite revolting, knowing something was wrong, but struggling with the resolution...Number 9...Number 9...Number 9...

Burnt and laid back by the 70's. Discoing through Watergate, gas crises, recessions and unaware of where we were...or what was just ahead.

By the 80's we were on the swing. Ronnie took the reigns and planted the seed of greed. But, the seed of change was also sprouting. Space Invaders in our homes morphing. The spread of PC. Political correctness and the other PC.

Everyone won in the booming 90's. Exponential size increases abounded. The Internet exploded, along with stock prices and baseball players' heads. Easy money, easy connections and easy home runs...the decade of ease, the kind that breeds dangerous ideas. Like what was introduced decades ago and scoffed at. Alternatives...to EVERYTHING. Hey, why not? EVERYTHING was expanding exponentially...but consciousness and religious dogma most of all.

We survived the millenium. We thrived on the seemingly endless expansion until the bubble expanded too much and gummed up our faces. And, now that the embroidered has been exposed as a hallucination, like the Purple Haze of the 60's, we're being left with the real. We have our expanded consciousness and the Aquarian tool of the future, the one that connects the "dig it" of the 50's to the "all" of our expanded consciousness.

We have evolved. From bongos to tablas. From the Pharoah (Sanders) to non-musical healing sounds. And, most of all, thanks to our expanded consciousness we've transitioned from analog to digital. From "dig it" to "dig it all."

"OK, Sherman. Set the controls of the wayback machine to Frostbite Falls, Minnesota a century ago. Today we will visit the mountain top laboratory of none other than Nicola Tesla, the famous inventor." As Mr. Peabody and his trusty boy Sherman enter the lab they are stunned to see Tesla conducting a million volts of lightning through his body! A man dressed as an Arab approaches him, hands him something on a plate and seconds later, Tesla hands the now steaming plate back to him before noticing his visitors. Tesla disconnects from the lightning and approaches them. "What's cooking?" he asks. "That's what we were wondering" responds Mr. Peabody. "Oh, that's just some pie I heated up for my assistant. It's the third piece he's had! Lawrence has been going through the dessert like a man on a mission. I don't know how he stays so Lean." "We hear you've been working on some interesting experiments." "It's mostly hush, hush. But, that narrator makes it hard to keep a secret." "Yes. He told us and millions of viewers that you were working on the harmonic resonance for the earth and that you would theoretically be able to vibrate it into oblivion." "It's all on this video I recently put on YouTube. Come. Check it out." As soon as the music began, the entire lab started vibrating wildly. After almost a minute of increasingly intense undulation, the video and the shaking ceased. "I kept it short so we wouldn't disappear!" Tesla said. "And, its all silent. I call it Hush-A-Boom." Lurking in one corner of the lab were those arch villains, the pair who would stoop at nothing to bring the Hush-A-Boom back to their Fearless Leader, those cunning, coniving, cons... "Oh, shut upa you mouth!" the short fat figure with the pencil thin mustache interjected. It was Boris Badenov and his "friend" Natasha Fatale. But, unbeknownst to the evil duo, and lurking in the opposite corner of the lab were the god Pan, half man, half goat, and a tribal leader from Central Europe during the Middle Ages who clutched a small vial in one hand and a BEET in the other. What could this all mean? "Hey, we weren't even IN this episode!" interrupted a squirrel accompanied by a moose. "Sorry, but it's too late now" shot back a Cannon. Tune in next time for... I Bagged A Moose and a Welk or... OK Boys, How 'Bout A Little Jitterbug? Anna one, anna two, anna three...

While viewing Kathy's profile, I was shaken up by some missing commas in her list of favorite movies...but I LIKED it! So here they are...

Just imagine:

The Spotless Mind Akira Kurosawa's Dreams - Not ALL of the 101 Dalmatians were the same. In this epic, the seven who were born spotless, watch “Being John Malkovich” and “Yojimbo” the same night and are inspired to enter Kurosawa's mind during his dreams. Of course, it's a comedy. Especially the climactic fight between Toshiro Mifune and John Belushi.

Stand By Me Dogma - The sequel to the above movie. The Seven Dalmatians stand trial for invading Kurosawa's privacy and criminal tresspass to his dreams. They doggedly insist that they were RIGHT to do so. It looks bad for them until defense attorney Amma, the hugging saint (played by Dr. Phil) asks them if they miss their mom, then brings her into the courtroom. There is silence in the court as the dog ma enters looking tired from all the birthing. Tears flow. Tails wag. This one has a happy ending!

Desperately Seeking Susan And Thousands More - David Duchovny stars as a sex addicted alien in this remake of “Mars Needs Women”.

Hope you'll enjoy them.

Thanks, Kathy!

His songs aren't on YouTube. But, he was a wildly hilarious songwriter in the early 70's and I've somehow memorized some of his songs. Here are a couple...beware of blasphemy and bad puns!


Jesus Is Easy by Martin Mull

I tried yoga, I couldn't do it
I tried macrobiotics, couldn't chew it, I blew it
Scientology it made a fool of me
Now I'm back to thinkin' things I thought when I was three

Refrain:
Oh, Jesus is easy, just get down on your knees
He's gonna listen to your every prayer
Yes Jesus is easy just get down on your knees
He's everywhere, Jesus Christ he's everywhere

I tried reefer, I couldn't roll
I tried acid and mescaline, I could not control it
I did coke I couldn't afford, my soul was feeling bored
Now I'm high as a kite, I'm up in heaven with the Lord!

Refrain

I tried women, oh how I tried
I took little boys in leather suits outside and had 'em tied
I tried a poodle, a collie, Kukla, Fran and Ollie
But, Mary in a manger got me SATISFIED!

Refrain


Ventriloquist Love by Martin Mull

Once we was happy, as Kukla and Fran
You were my woman, and I was your man
We didn't have no big Rolls Royce
But we was happy now wasn't we Joyce?
And then you went away to night school
And learned to throw your voice!

Refrain:
Ventriloquist love
It ain't such a groove
Whenever I kiss ya darlin'
Your lips never move

You'd practice for hours, with the bedroom door shut
Just you and your dummy, little Charlie McNutt
And don't you know he looked so cute
In his little yellow suit
But then one night you broke him, didn't you honey?
And had me substitute

Refrain

But, last night at that party, you threw it all away
I'll never live down honey, the things you forced me to say
You made a pass at every guy
Lord I wanted just to curl up and die
'Cause you made the words come from me
And now I can't look 'em in the eye

'Cause the things they're thinkin'
Are hard to disprove
'Cause whenever I kiss ya darlin'
Your lips never move

Let's see what we have here...toothpaste, floss, cough syrup, sleeping pills? What else is here? Hey, this smells like burnt sage...this looks like a roach clip....SOAP BUBBLES?!

I don't want any part of balance. It takes an incredible amount of energy and concentration to maintain balance. However...INTEGRATION is a piece of cake...it's second nature! When things are integrated they just are. Balance implies that they're still split and therefore tension exists. And where there's tension, there is fear, like the fear of losing that balance!

I've heard that there are over 20 different words for "snow" in Eskimo language. We have one word, "love", which seems to represent drastically different things in English.

Now, I know Mercury is retrograde, it's right on top of my Chiron and Chiron is right on top of my Mercury! And, Neptune isn't far away from my Merc. But, the Sun is right on my Venus and Venus is on my Sun. So, although challenged to communicate right now, I'm also encouraged to do so. Here goes!

The best way I can define "love" is as a pure state of BEING. In this state we juat are. We're fearless. We take everything in and radiate everything out, no walls.

Actually, absolute pure love can't really be experienced. We would not exist. But, in duality, we can experience infinite degrees of love. And, we can get quite lost in it's distortions.

What do we mean when we say "I love you"? We certainly do NOT mean pure love the way I just defined it. We REALLY mean affection, desire, lust...but not real love.

When we say "I love trees" or, "I love cooking", we once again mean something else.
We might be saying that trees and cooking give us pleasure, make us feel some particular way, but we don't really "love" them.

When we say "let's make 'love'" we mean we want to have sex.

What a mess! And, the worst part of this mess is that it confuses us and obfuscates how we can respond to pain in our lives.

Being "in love" with a special someone is the state of eros. It is excitement. Our energy is stirred by eros into an effort to go beyond our fears. We're stirred TOWARD that eventual state of love. Eros is a bridge to love, not love itself. An easy test comes when the person we say we "love" leaves us. If we are thrown into pain, despair, anger or any other emotion, it ain't love and never was! Now, we can FEEL some pain, but it should move through us almost instantly, if we truly loved that person. This is where the old saying "If you love someone set them free. If they come back, it was meant to be." comes from. Love just IS. No attachment is involved.

My point is that if we pay attention to distinctions, if we don't use words too loosely, we can avoid delusion and we can avoid the pain that results from delusion. We can turn the "hit" of a break-up into the "gift" of self-purification. We can see our attachments and our fears of lonliness or survival. We can see the REAL issue that permeated the relationship and the one we're driven by, usually unconsciously.

I posted the video of a song called "Dirty Creature" by Split Enz. I did so because it's a beautiful, fun look at fear...how it limits us and how it's all our own creation. These are the lyrics. Enjoy.

Dirty Creature by Tim Finn