Normally I don't advertise the fact that I am from Oklahoma. I don't know why; it probably has something to do with unresolved family issues... Anyway, I was thinking of my mom (hi mom) and how it is hot as hell down there, and will continue to be for a couple of months. I try to be sympathetic when people talk about the heat around here. I forget how tough I am. ;)

This comic from yahoo made me chuckle:

Edit: the punchline was being cut off so I am uploading the image instead of pasting. Take 2!

 

no plan
torn between
psychological integration
pseudo development
and
the simplicity of
reality
wow!

what is left?
i smile

energies softly colliding
even that is a lie
who am i to say i know you?
much less love you
humbled
with each passing person
breeze and blade of grass

whats the difference between me and you?
im not so sure.
what fun

exhale

"The likelihood that we will need the services of Bruce Willis in the next hundred years is very strong."

Seriously, he says nuclear war is a main concern along with some others. A while back he asked yahoo answers "How can the human race survive the next hundred years?"

Click here to see his thoughts after the answers were all in. 

Joy Bringer (and some others who I can't remember right now) blogged about this when Stephen Hawking asked the question

My fortune from last weekend:
"An interesting opportunity awaits you next Friday."

That's today! Hmm...which one?

This is kunek. They are from my home town, Stillwater, Oklahoma. They freakin' rock. I have their album on my Zen Nano Plus. I have listened to their album hundreds of times, and it is still good.

 A few days ago I began paying closer attention to my dreams. Usually I am not able to remember most of them, and if I do, they are frequently high energy, traumatic, or strange.

Last night I was being chased by a few girls I remember from high school band. (Weird to think of them now.) They had a water hose. They were trying to spray me. I ran, dodging some obstacles (a frequent occurrence for me) and breathed for a second. I thought I had ran away from them, but no. Here they came, and they squirted me good.

That was one memorable part of the dream. Of course I am asking myself what it means mostly. It is fun to see what some of the online dream dictionaries say though. Who knows what it really means.

Dream Moods says this:

Hose

To see a hose in your dream, represents renewal, rejuvenation and cleansing. You need to heal those emotional wounds so that you can continue to grow as a person.  Alternatively, it may be a metaphor for sex and sexual gratification.

Hmm...

Go here now to listen!

Thanks to Sandra for this!

And look at this!

Whoa! This is what I get for procrastinating at work...nice!

Do you know the feeling of rightness? When you begin a new book, and it resonates so clearly that you could have written it (not that I write books, but you know what I mean)? Or meet a new friend and you just relax with full blown unstoppable trust and connectivity? Or when you listen to your body/heart/mind and intuitively do something, only after beginning to realize that oh, this is definitely what was supposed to happen: now I get it, and It makes sense in my being! Reading blogs on zaadz or getting emails from certain people can also evoke this feeling. There are countless examples. The point is, this has been happening very regularly! I am so grateful! At least once a week, sometimes more frequently, I get that body relaxation quality of subtle ecstasy that tells me, simply, yes. Whatever it is, it feels right.

I was reading multiple books on various things lately, Getting Things Done by David Allen, How We Talk Can Change the Way We Workby Kegan and Lahey, and a few others. I pick them up and they don't really take off like Pathways to Blissby Joseph Campbell did or David Bohm et al On Dialogue did a couple years ago, or the Alan Watts tapes (The King County Library has them!) a couple months ago. So what do I do but buy another book! Daniel Pinchbeck's 2012 was calling to me last Saturday. So I bought it and it has been lying around and I have read a sentence or two knowing secretly that it is exactly what I want/need. Well unfortunately I have to work, so I can't just sit around reading all day, but I just had to share my first impressions after the first 20 pages, which is not something I would normally do, but I have to!

For now, this quote REALLY grabbed me (along with almost every line of the book, but I can't quote it all)!

"It is my thesis that the rapid development of technology and the destruction of the biosphere are material by-products of a psycho-spiritual process taking place on a planetary scale.  We have created this crisis to force our own accelerated transformation -- on an unconscious level, we have willed it into being.  Human consciousness, the sentient element of the Earth, is in the process of self-organizing to a more intensified state of being and knowing -- what the Russian mystic G.I. Gurdjieff called a "higher octave."  When the Hopi talk of a Fifth World, or the Aztecs anticipate a Sixth Sun, when St. John foresees the descent of the Heavenly City or New Jerusalem, they are describing the same thing:  a shift in the nature of consciousness."     
Daniel Pinchbeck

The theme of myth and the forgotten, or for some of us, unexplored possibilities for transformation through myth, along with discovering my personal mythology and how myth is functioning right now has been tugging at me over the past few months. It is one of the current messages from my subconscious/the universe.  I'm sure I will say more about this later, but for now I'll stick to my gut response to the first 20 pages of this book.
 
"Holy $h*!, this book makes so much sense! It is as if Pinchbeck is writing straight from my (the?) heart, from a depth that is subtle yet clear. I feel a warm, exciting energy welling up that makes me want to shout, laugh, and cry all at once, and perhaps more importantly, relax, because "my thoughts" are right here in this book. This feeling always makes me feel a little less insane and lonely. Seriously, Wow! Have we rejected the mythic form of knowledge to such an extent that it has severely impacted our way of living...of being? God, I was right: we are fundamentalists. Why do I care about this and why am I so exited about this? Am I just desperate? Delusional?"
(I wrote that while I was on the bus so I smiled at the people like usual instead of shouting or any of that other stuff.)

As the postal clerk sells me stamps to mail out meaningless pieces of paper, I smile and sense the perfection of the moment. Then, against some relatively new desires, drift to work at a job that just doesn't grab my heart...I feel a glimmer of an insane sense of liberation, much like water that has been dammed up for years, trickling through ever so slowly, and has sprung a new leak.

Thanks for talking about this, Chris!