Patrick’s morning pondering s approaching Patrick Jrs birthday… .May 31st.
My son’s birthday is May 31st. to my son: Come help your Dad and cut the cords of mother’s apron strings. Are you caring for your sister? I know who you are, and still love you, if only you had the courage to see.
The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred in their bones.
Work your fingers to the bone, what do I get? Boney fingers.
I forgave my debtors and debt. I pay as I go. I both pay and give attention – what are you tending to? My treasures are in my healthy heart that both let in love… and breathing out Loving or tending to that which I hold sacred beginning with me and ending with you..
Some people say a man is made out of mud. A poor mans” made out of muscle and blood. muscle and Muscle and blood, skin and bones – a mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong. Steps 1-3 are the face up steps, 4 through 9are the “clean up” steps. Steps 10, 11 and 12 are the “live up” steps. Telling my truth without blame or judgment.
A gift of the South is noble passions. The wild man in me wants pussy and food. They call a timid man yellow. The color of the east is the yellow signifying light. The creative fires of sunrise.
In her hair, she wore a yellow ribbon. Yellow is lower nature transformed into and from yellow of east into green of heartspace – where giving is receiving and receiving is giving.
The gateways are holes. “ Apache’s’’ call this “Sipapu” the hole in the floor of a kiva, representing the place of emergence from a previous world or the underworld.
the hole in the Kiva that leads to Jungs decent The outbreath or descent and ascent or inbreath and emergence from the underworld ..the pause that leads us out of endarkenment – the “fallen angel”. This is Lucifer, set, Satan or ones who burns in the fire, eternally. Well, I did a fire walk – not with Karen Hefner, but Danny Pharr. Danny wired bear creek for me. He taught me that I was the fire. And to embrace my passion then transform it into the gold of the mythical “Fort Knox”, which is in old Kentucky – home of Pinson Fork which bear creek remind me of.
Kentucky – once hemp capital of the states and home of the racehorses. Lynden, Kentucky where I attended Military School. I am a Kentucky Colonel – and opposed to my father’s god, love chicken slow cooked. Good for curing most all of my ills.
From AA’s Big Book –
There is one principle that is guaranteed to keep a man ignorant. What is that?
Contempt prior to investigation.
Pray for Hub. ..your stepdad. and special prayers for Sam Greenwood and his daughter Barbara Jean and Joyce Fay.
Pike County, Ky and Inez, KY home of your father’s mother. Buried there were the Taylors, Hatfields, Colliers and Vinson/Pinson’s graveyard – burial place of Niza Pinson.
Your father’s grandfather was Benjimin Dolphus Pinson, buried in Lone Oak Cemetery in Florida.
Calling in the directions – the air, the fire, the earth the water come in come in come in come in. My father above me, my mother below my male on my right, my female on my left and me and me in the center – walking around my arbor for four days and nights without sight of another human – only me and the sound of silence and mosquitos. I made a deal with the mosquito people that my intention was to be here to pray, and to help me with my prayer. For four day and nights is had no bites, they helped me – when I would “distract myself”, they could come buzzing in my ear .
I am told peyote opens the sense of silent communication – reading each other’s thoughts that precede verbal expression in form. My God is dream and create. My Goddess is be and feel Feel it to heal and let go.to the air – process. . balance is do and be – like the doobie brothers.
In nature, there is no waste. I am nature.
Rumi, Kabir and Gibran were mystics. Brother David is a mystic. Pope Rex is loving kindness. My chiefs Logan and Red Jacket were credited with “kindness is a language that even the deaf and dumb understand”
How men find water in Africa. The story of the natives digging a hole in the embankment with sugar at the bottom of the hole. Curious monkeys are watching, and the natives go and wait. Gradually the monkeys go to the hole and stick their hands down to grasp the sugar…. And won’t let go. Well, the only way out is to let go of the sugar….but no, they hold on and the natives come and put a leash on the captives that eventually lead them to the waters. The waters are trust – the lubricant that lubricant and keeps engines purring like cats.
. Feeding the white wolf is gratitude – the purest form of prayer. My eagle of canyon creek – where Pat and Linsey camped along canyon creeks entry, merging with Jack creek. The headwaters of Jack Creek was pure heaven to me. The purest of waters. I have this same sense with bear creek, who calls my soul. I want it all, as does Trump – but the only joy in having is sharing. Thomas gospel reminds me to share my own gifts with no expectations, as expectations are “planned resentments”. Frits reminded me that resentments are the #1 offender to those on the “road less travelled.”
Tis easier for a rich man to enter the kingdom of all realms except human – the gateway to salvation. Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
the titian realm of having all I want – into the human realm the doorway to gratitude -and wanting all I have.” And “being” all that I am. This is Chrisma or the shroud.
Give some seeds to people and they eat them. Another choice is to make a prayer and plant them. Unlike men swallowing cum and “living off the seed”. The wise old woman reminds me to plant the seeds in fertile ground as potatoes are planted in our sacred mother earth. Eileen Cady Findhorn Scotland – the gardens of the muse. East is the “grabbing a hoe and tilling the earth for planting, watering and harvesting the sacred garden of the Goddess Gaia in the west or Fall. The zenith is the summer solstice.
Create CMD dollars. I will open a credit union, and only CMD dollars can be used.
My French/Basque name is Pinson or “little bird”.
Mondragon was a worker owned co-operative in Spain. Doing what I love is balancing my work/play/loving and praying. The King of the North and the queen of hearts in the south. Bees are the perfect teachers of taking care of the queen the most power – filled piece on the chessboard – and what I learned at Campbell college in Buies Creek North Carolina… playing bridge with Frank Iler – and in 1978 playing bridge with the O’Malley’s one of my sponsors in Huntington – Alice O’Malley was the wife and al-anon wise woman who taught me to put my old horses(defects of character) out to pasture and thank them rather than “trying to get rid” of barriers to my aliveness. Let go absolutely of old ideas and breath in new – each day a new beginning or rebirth into the warm waters of the womb of my mother’s belly or the sweat houses and saunas and purify so that once again I/youa can let go and flow …as the waters of bear creek, panther creek and wind river into the mighty Columbia where we “goddammed” the waters natural flow. My buddy Bob Hall wanted to go to see the Grand Coolie Dam on his way back to Minnesota. I spent a year in Fargo, North Dakota and welcomed my daughter into my life where she got her High School diploma and entered North Dakota State University – she so loves her father.
Evolving from a worker to an owner. Much like our president is doing with his “bitcoin” bullshit. . In recovery, I was told I was an addict best described as an egomaniac with a inferiority complex. Letting go of the old and bringing in the new.
Keep it simple stupid. Thus the black wolf. The big beautiful bill is covered with excrement. When I was eleven years old, I pondered “does God fuck Jesus? I then pronounced myself as evil. Carl Jung saw a huge turd coming down on the church. The essence of “The Red Book”..
My truth shall set me free! I have to do “it” by myself, and I won’t do “it” alone. Without help it is too much for me. I seek “both and” and release “either or”. Cessation is the first step of recovery to…..the path preceded by “recovery from”
The ringing of truth is a vibration. You know only through experience. I played my own flute. And drank of myself the CS Lewis “looking glass”. “The Mad Hatter” and “Fiddle de dee and Fiddle de dumb.”
Like falling in love prior to rising with love. The Fool of the Tarot – the Jester or Heyoka. The contrary. Counterproductive – against the grain. Dare to be average.