Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Largest Library in the World

Anyone who has known me knows that I have always loved to spend time in libraries.  My employees used to joke about it.  I'd say I had to leave the job site in order to do an estimate, or a touch-up from an old job.  They knew that might be true, but that afterward  I'd be in the library for an hour or two.

Now, and for several years ongoing, the largest library in the world is right here on the internet.  I can research virtually any subject instantly.  It can be distracting.  Today I have wanted to write *something* for my blog, but something else is constantly interfering, trying to lead me astray.  Where's my discipline?

And then, even if I find the discipline to try to sit quietly and collect my thoughts, what if don't remember what I was so urgently, or even eloquently, remembering in my mind the other day, while I was working on a job somewhere, or driving.  Yes, I still take notes, but you know what I discovered in my decades of trying to learn to be a writer?  I discovered that being a writer wasn't the most important thing in my life.  Oh, I had some successes.  I have had some things published.  And I know I could have tried harder.  Go ahead and guilt me.  "Guilt, the gift that keeps on giving," a friend once said. 

I used to try to write at least a short letter, via email or posted on a conference, every day, but I have gotten away from it the past six weeks or so.  I have been so utterly caught up in the writings, interviews and videos of David Wilcock.  And the books and the website of Whitley Strieber.  I'm reading at as fast a pace as last summer when I plowed through the works of Jim Marrs.  One of these days I'm going to have a little more coherency in my thinking again.  I'm going to be able to reflect more clearly and patiently.

It hasn't helped that the weather has brought us the worst heat in several decades, for many weeks in a row.  Finally last week it cooled, and I could do some physical work again for more than an hour or two in the early morning.  I need that physical work to cool my brain.

I have to admit I'm a little nuts over David Wilcock, he is so optimistic without being a pollyanna.  I know he's nuts, but I have always been attracted to the crazy ones -- "crazy wisdom!"  He prophesies a golden age beginning very soon -- not without severe trials and turmoil, which we certainly see in the world right now.  I have glimpsed it myself.  I have seen it in the scholarship, in the numbers of great books being written, stunning revisions of history -- as with Graham Hancock, for just one example.  And in many wonderful biographies that have been coming out for many years now.  There is a great one, out for a few years now, on the life of Edgar Cayce, America's "sleeping prophet," as just one example.

It is in the science, the physics, biology, and chemistry of life.  Awesome discoveries have been compiled by David Wilcock, the nature of DNA, the existence of the "time-space" continuum alongside the one we are mostly familiar with (and limited by), the "space-time" continuum. 

Well, one of these days time and space will arrive for me to communicate more on these and other momentous, "paradigm shifting" (as they say) subjects.  Great times are here!  It is important to see at least some of the big picture!

But now my wife has come home from her wanderings and getting ready for me to help with the family cookout.  And, before she gets me, I simply must find out whatever became of "Rhinegold, the dry beer/Extra dry-flavored treat/It's not bitter, not sweet/Won't you try extra dry Rhinegold beer!"  Only the internet can tell me.  If I'm even spelling the name correctly.