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.


  1. Okay, Mr. Smack. I'm here and reading the above terribly boring piece (sorry I love ya and all but it is really boring)............and where are you? Not writing here apparently.

    If I were googling "nagual" and I came across this..............I'd keep googling.

    You can do better, you must do better. Being a "nagual" is not comprised of wishy washy memories of the past, nor is it spending time at the local library. Dad's tool box is nice the nagual really concerned with memories of tool boxes? The piece about writing and where you live is also interesting...........on a "personal level" but is the nagual really all that "personal"? Where's the real nitty gritty? Are you keeping it for a later surprise? Is it "time" yet?

    I'll keep checking back, maybe the nagual will show up eventually. There's always hope.........isn't there?

    1. Hello Starlight! I don't even remember how to post a new entry here, but this button for replying to you seems to work for now. "The Nagual" -- ha! what a joke! But, really, look what's it's done for you, writing half a book "On Becoming Starlight," and what a great piece of work. You should be more motivated by boring old me!
      Maybe it simply IS NOT "time" yet? I'm working as hard as I can, simply not writing. I would LIKE to write more; unfortunately I remain techno challenged. Oh, I mean "alternatively gifted!" There, that's better!
      No, I did try to write on Huff Post yerster but was unable to "verify my account" for some strange reason. Mayhap Providence spared me from the abuse which surely would have followed.

      Even here in Middle Earth I am abused, though my abusers simply feel they are helping me. And I'm not complaining, please! Just continuing to work at my work. Last night's work involved some three hours trying to console, redirect, and help these poor entities trying to flee the Illuminati or whatever we want to call it. I keep trying to write "entitities," so there I wrote it. I think the world needs more enti-titties.

      You know I love you, my dear friend. I really do adore your writings! I will try to do better!

    2. You know I love ya, and that comment was written years ago, when I was rather irritated and perhaps taking it a bit out on you. You're a fine nagual, just grand really, but oh so silent sometimes.

      Make time for writing. I know it's hard and sometimes facing a "blank page", even if it's just a computer screen, is even more difficult at times. But just be quiet and let it happen. Of all the people that I've ever met, you are the most capable of them all. I have faith in you, an unshakeable faith..

      Those things that you are meant to and supposed to do, mean making time for them. Yes, I know that you are busy, I know that you are working hard, but........................try to make the time.

  2. Today I am thinking about emotions, their power, their fluctuations. How they are buried by reason, ambition, fear. I am thinking about woman and emotions. Really this is in response to Starlight's essay "Woman."

    Many women of today are learning to conquer their emotions, and that is such a shame. They are learning to "get ahead," to break through the "glass ceiling" of prejudice. They are learning to have minds, as men have had, pity they often lose their inherent powers when they do so.

    There are absolutely brilliant women in the realm of politics today. They "see" with astounding clarity everything that is "wrong." They would lead us out of the abyss in which we are trapped together.

    Alas, these women (and most idealistic men, also!) are missing a crucial step. They have not yet seen history, or their own self nature, in its totality.

    The time will come when they will be forced to do so. Politics will bring them eventually into a realm of "all is fair in love and war." Which of course is one of the biggest lies going.

    I'm only saying that the confrontation of history and self is an awesome, and emotionally devastating step. Often it has come to a great man of power -- a Lincoln, an FDR, a JFK -- via some unbearable personal tragedy. Only in the depths of terrible personal grief and sorrow do the so-called "negative" emotions of pain, guilt, remorse, and fear become transmuted into joy and awe.

    For it is awesome, as the kids used to say "totally awesome", what moves Spirit is making in the world today. To be used as an instrument by Spirit in its advancement is the highest honor.

    We humans don't have to wait until we are confronted with some incomprehensible personal tragedy, some "why me?", illness, death of a child or spouse, bankruptcy, whatever. We need to take time for our emotions more often.

    I know I do. I'm encouraging my own self here also. We don't have to fall apart and "get all emotional" and out-of-control. It's simply important, every day if possible, to weep with the movement of Spirit/God in all things, to be surprised by both pain and joy, with fear, horror, revulsion, with exquisite delight, wonder and awe. To marvel at the very thoughts which occur to us, for, as a wise master once said, "All thoughts are the thoughts of God."

    Now a "reasonable" person says here, "I know that is not true." But we see what reasonable people, so-called, have brought into this world. "Reading, writing and arithmatic gave us the atom bomb," and why? Because too many humans had not yet been brought to the brink. A small, even relatively tiny, faction of humans has been allowed to be in control of politics and war for far too long now. They have masqueraded beneath the costumes of all things good.

    Yet the Christ said, "Resist not evil." Don't waste our powers on evil, although, of course we must answer the cries of distress as best we can. We must help however we can, we must try, even in the darkness and confusion of our misunderstanding we must try to do our best.

    Even when -- or perhaps I should say ESPECIALLY when-- all hope is lost, the power of emotion will carry us on to a greater, deeper faith.

    A friend once told me he felt the three greatest words in the Bible are, "And Jesus wept."