Beginnings along the Sidereal Path of the Fool and Other Important B's

-It's funny, I'd forgotten how much more confident a mask can make you feel

As far as my beginnings on that somnambulating WAY of the FOOL, the well vetted SAGE Jesus/Yeshua was known to have said "The WIND blows wither it WILL, even so are all they that are reBORN of the SPIRIT." So the fool walks over the cliff, heedless of the danger...

Now Jesus/Yeshua according to the most recent data could have been a magic mushroom, a myth or an amalgamation of a few different DUSTY FEET WASHING holy dudes. In my mind he is the coolest SHAMAN who ever anointed anyone with HOLY OIL. And he's a CONSCIOUSNESS, Christ consciousness is brought forth from WITHIN. And Christ actually means the Anointed. So what we call being HIGH the ANCIENTS called being ANOINTED or POSSESSION by the SPIRIT of the LORD. Speaking in Tongues anyone? Many users of Psilocybin and other entheogens report Glossolalia and other symptoms resembling the Pentecost; when the Apostles began speaking in tongues holy nonsense which awed every man and woman to hear and understand the words in their own language. Which makes me think of the origins of poetry and chanting and rap and MF DOOM's line, something like; "it's not written in a book, the only way you find it is from spitting in the hook." Which makes me think of a level of poetry you only get in tune with by letting the Glossolalia spill out in an ANOINTED state.

(my kitten just said: "Aw go put that in your BLOG!") ... I'd have to lay some of the blame for my OUTLAW SPIRIT at the FEET'S of the BEATS. Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg (whom I met once at age twenty at a poetry reading, and got given the once over twice by the guy who looked like a little cardigan rabbi but read poetry like it was ROCK and ROLL!)

And now of late I'm soaking up Yeats:

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle

And what rough beast, it's hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

Some blame also goes to The Beatles and The Beach Boys. What? I guess my parents didn't care for the Rolling Stones. Too blatantly carnal for Jesus Freaks? So from a kid with his Mom's records and hell, I probably liked the outfits Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band wore more than anything musical I could actually dig at that age, then on to the Beats in Freshman Year at College.

Once you got a little hit of that OUTLAW TRUTH, that wild intoxicated poetic TRUTH that laughs with scorn at the little truths of science and materialism... it's all over after that folks, you need that TRUTH regular, you have to find a STEADY SUPPLY.

William "the Priest" Burroughs (mumbles): " az hunger like a BLACK YEN in the BONES."

Best thing about Ol Hombre Invisible is that if you read his last book written in his last year here on Humpty Dumpty Earth the OLD MAN has learned COMPASSION from taking care of his cats. He has learned to recognize consciousness in all that lives and moves and has a being as being sacred. Of the same SOURCE. Same guy who turned once to his wife and chittering with Benzedrine mumbled something like: "Isn't it about time we did our William Tell Act?"
As if in slow motion Joan places an apple on her head and grins sly and complicit like a BENZEDRINE EVE and William, though a gun enthusiast and practiced shot, misses the target (or not depending on what the apple was and what his wife was to him and which was the target at that SHADOWY moment). So Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold...

So now I take power from poetry and music and art and it's no harder to be nice than it is to be creepy and it's more FUN

So...

To resist uncertainty is to assert one's fear of it... HEAVEN above and EARTH below and MAN where Meets the TWAIN.