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I, God, welcome you to my blog!

The good book says only God is good, so it seems to me somebody needs to step up.

I hope you enjoy reading this, the Jesse Journal, as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to subscribe, write me an email, request that I write about any particular topic you may want my perspective on, send a prayer, click on the charity link, or donate money to my bicycle fund! Have fun!

Your pal, Jess
I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 53) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

(my email is JesseGod@live.com)

F.Y.I. There are about 2200 posts..

Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Friday, January 17, 2025

I see

 IC said the blind man

What's the difference between and Idea and a Concept?

Eye Sea, aqueous humour, haha

An idea is a basic, often vague, thought or mental impression, while a "concept" is a more developed and structured understanding of an idea, usually involving a more well-defined set of characteristics and relationships, making it a more concrete representation of something;  essentially, an idea is an initial spark, while a concept is the refined version that has been more carefully thought out and developed.

-google

idea from intuition, inspiration;  concept from analysis (CIA?  conceptual idea analysis!)

funny humours and liquidity:  blood, phlegm, black bile, and yellow bile (a laugh riot);  a "liquid" asset can be turned to cash easily (like blood donations?  sperm donations? water and wine/ oil and coke/ perfume and cologne/ etc. ).  I know, I know.    A liquid asset doesn't have to be a liquid.   It can be a solid or gas, lol.    

Thursday, January 16, 2025

Geo rhymes

 For Starters

Hong Kong, San Fran, Mai Lai (sing sing and walla walla)

Managua Nicaragua, Afghan in Japan (afghanese in japanistan?)

Sparta and Jakarta, Cuba and Aruba, Boston and Austin, Romania and Tasmania, Alaska and Nebraska, Algeria and Nigeria, Indianapolis and Annapolis

black swan in Kazakhstan, collie in Bali

turn 80 in Haiti, Allah in Guatemala, atomic bomb in Vietnam, lemon in Yemen, canoe in Peru

in control in Seoul

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Career Path Musings

 Things I Enjoy and am Good At

dog walking

helper, conversationalist, to old folks or the blind, and the like: summarize the news, share dictionary words, read the poem of the day, teach origami, do/lead in exercises, ask/read/research trivia questions, research any topic at all, yoga (I have 4 books of it)...   ND POETRY (News/ Dictionary/ Poetry/ Origami/ Exercises/ Trivia/ Research/ Yoga).

fitness and masd (teach exercises and martial arts/self-defense), one on one

writer, published

read aloud (recordings)

user interviews (side-hustle)

Nature hike leader (research fauna and flora)

play with kids (teacher, sitter)

researcher (write books, essays)

teach spanish

(physical therapist, walk dogs together, yoga and stretches and exercises, look good (model?)). (I can organize rooms and papers and do budgets like crazy).   I like to just toss a frisbee around.  

 I want to have a hobby as a blogger (different blog than this) of day-by-day history and news (starting I guess 1/01/2026), drawing on the daily news, this day in history (history channel book/wikipedia page), the grim reaper's book of days, the day's poem (poetry foundation), and my page-a-day calendar.

Like everybody else, I like sex, sleep, reading, eating, exercise, music, and meditation... plus writing and research.   (read the same book together (aloud?), and discuss)

Thursday, January 9, 2025

About Humanity

Bipedal Monkeys who Talk

 Humans are animals.  Naked apes.   Our scientific name is homo sapiens sapiens.   This means 'wise man'.     Homo means 'man', not gay.   Homo means 'same', also.   Man is from latin, and same is from greek (different roots).  We are the only species of homo now living.   There were 8 other (now non-existent) species living along side us 300,000 years ago (homo neanderthalensis, homo erectus, homo heidelbergensis, homo floresiansis, homo naledi, homo rhodensiensus, homo luzonensis, and The Denisovans).  The Smithsonian recognizes at least 21 species of homo (human).   There's a rudolfensis, for example.   Everybody is derived/evolved from Australopithecus.   You can buy a 'bone clone' (osteological reproduction) of an Australopithecus skull ('Lucy'), I saw, online, for $336.   The cradle of all humanity is scientifically understood to be in Africa.   So we're all Africans.   Even the whites.   (In fact, modern Africans include whites, such as the South Africans).   There's also N. African Arabs as well as the melting pot situations of the many immigrants into Africa, too.   The motto of the African Union is in fact, "U.S.A."  (A United and Strong Africa).   The etymology of the word 'Africa/Afrika' by the way, is Afru-ika (egyptian for 'motherland'), aphrike (greek for 'without cold'), and aprica (latin for 'sunny').   Afrique is the French, if you wanna get freaky :-)

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Book Topics:

  Vampires

  God

  Heaven and Hell

  Good and Bad, Virtue and Evil

  Poetry and Wordplay

  Stories

  Essays

  Money and The Good Life

EVERYTHING

Monday, January 6, 2025

Little Stories

 How did the oceans get salty?   The whales wailed, and filled the seas with their tears.  Big as a wail.    Although the Blue Oyster Cult says it was the oysters.  People say a whale of a time and as happy as a clam, but they have feelings and are multidimensional.  I'm skeptical of the clam claim.  The weeping willows dripped into the streams, which emptied into the rivers, and then the ocean, of course.  But mostly the cries of the animals being eaten and hunted and slaughtered and dying have filled the air with the rain clouds that have poured down upon the earth and seas, providing us all with water to drink and a place for fish!

Why is the sky blue? The sky is blue because God has blue eyes and the water from his tears are blue, and the blue iris flower sprouted from the drops of his tears, when he mourned and cried over the death of His water-daughter, Keli Jean of Heaven, and drank Skyy vodka to drown His sorrows, and his weeping and anguish inundated the earth and seas and skies, leaving the world stained blue.

Why is the world round?  The world is round because the Goddess likes music, and She has a large record collection, and She wanted a planet to keep it all on, so She decided her planet should be a gigantic spinning record, full of music to fill the air, vibrant with song and tunes and dance and singing and clapping and merry-making, night and day.   The Goddess wanted to be the belle of the ball, so she made her planet a huge giant orb, with a Song Dynasty and everything happening in concert.

Why are people mean?  People are mean because people are animals, and come from the trees, and everything in Nature is connected.  We have pets, and dogs chase cats and bark at other dogs, cats toy with mice, and mice eat insects.   Humans are carnivores, and we are at the top of the food chain.   Dominance and power come with cruelty and force, and the humans who rule are often the beasts who are most cruel.  Our hundreds of thousands of years of history have made dominating societies conquer other, less brutal ones, with guns and steel.  People are full of spite, hatreds, resentment, and malice for personal and historical perceived injustices, real and imagined.  God has inflicted terrible fates, such as disease and famine and war, upon civilized and mostly harmless peoples.   Life is unfair.   People want blood.   People need justice and revenge and payback.  People are mean because of culture, chemicals, traumas, and triggers.  Life is a shit-show, full of ignorance and incompetence and misery and poverty and suffering and sadness and grief.  If people are mean to you, it is difficult for you not to be mean to others.  It is self-perpetuating.  You have an evil wolf inside of you that devours everyone, and you have a gentle lamb, too... which one takes over your personality?  answer: the one you feed!  When all of Nature is eating each other, the real question is why are some people kind? 

Why do dogs have tails?  So they can wag, of course!  But why do they wag?   They can't talk!   And dogs are notoriously flatulent!   They need to scatter their farts around, so their owners won't kick them out, and so other dogs far and wide can smell their brethren, which is their way of communicating, along with pee-mail, and duping the stupid puppies with goopy poop.   Woop woop!   It throws them for a loop.   Poop is like rupees to Snoopy!  But farts are the finest smell in the dog kingdom, and wagging spreads the love, spreads the joy, and spreads the gas.   The next time your dog wags, he's diminishing his scent for you, and scattering his odor to the ends of the earth to stay in touch (in smell, you could say) with his or her dog-buddies, whose sense of smell far surpASSes ours.   Dogs without tails have the finest farts, and its concentrated essence is sublime.   Remember, to a dog, farts are like perfume!   Poop is like a fine piece of art.    And pee is the nectar of the gods, splattered down from on high!  Woof!

I had a vision in prison, while dizzy and diseased, that Christ is risen!, said Liz from the mizzenmast (but Liz in prison is risible).   A pacing person with passion was pissin' poison in prison.

Does the Bible apply to everyone?   No,  child.   It's whatever you believe.  Nothing applies to anyone!   The world is chock-full of spells, and some people believe some things, and others others.    Why do people believe what they believe?   It's whatever sticks!   There are libraries full of ideas, and some are stickier than others.    It's a big, messy, sticky world!!   You can write your own bible :-).  the Bible says only God is good, God is love, and love believes all things.   That's one crazy spell, no?!

Why do we eat pigs but have dogs as pets?  Well, son, pigs, while intelligent and clean, are basically too delicious not to eat.   If humans tasted like pigs, the whole world would be cannibals, and everyone would be busy eating each other.  Dogs, on the other hand, are ideal pets, who guard and defend, play and give us exercise, snuggle and keep us warm, perform tricks and entertain, and are, as they say, man's best friends.  And they taste like shit.  

Why is the moon sometimes big and sometimes little, waxing and waning?  Sometimes the Moon is a circle and sometimes a crescent because, as everyone knows, the Moon is made of cheese, and God loves cheese, so he takes bites out of the moon every month.   This ball of cheese is like a beach ball, and God inflates it back up every time he gets hungry.   The Moon is like a cheese soufflé that puffs up and gets eaten, every so often.   Why are there so few astronauts going to the moon?  The cheese industry has a lock on aerospace, and keeps a tight lid on the secret of the vast planet of delicious cheese lurking in our sky.   If the secret got out, the whole world would be feasting on cheap delicious godly cheese, and your supermarket cheese section would become completely unprofitable.   If you love cheese, become an astronaut!   But tell no one, or the cheese goons will come get you!

God's will is inscrutable.   Do you really believe the universe is orchestrated by a loving God?   That everything makes sense?   Or is life unfair, random, unkind, and even meaningless?   Or....does God want life to be meaningless?!?  Different lives are radically divergent, and everyone plays the hands they are dealt.   Life is beautiful.   Life is a shit-show.   Life is a beautiful shit-show.   Amen.

Why are there colors?  Actually, there are no colors.  Everything is purple.   Human eyes are weird, and our big brains turn every shade of purple into what we call the rainbow (or the box of crayola crayons).    Black is purple.  White is non-purple.   What is purple?   Purple! 

Personal Rhymes, done Right

 If you want something done right, do it yourself  - Napoleon Bonaparte.  Well, I guess I'm doing Everything, then...   dominate everybody and submit to no one?  well, no, not exactly.   Put it all out there, and let the universe take care of the rest.   I'm a Teshara that shares.  Not a guy with guile, like Kyle, smile.  State my case, explain my values, and let Reality rearrange, with whatever sticks! 

In heaven, the bread is leavened (unless you like un-), and at Kelli's deli they have free jelly-bellies!   Kelli's cellie Nelly, however, was helly with zealous smelly yelling!  (In the cell-hell of prison, zealous Nelly exclaimed, "Christ is Risen!", but this was intolerable hollering, recalled Kelli, who preferred silent solitude with a telly, to a yelly and smelly cellie named Nelly).

(Unlike Bess, Hess, and Tess) Dressy Jesse, who can be messy, (JessT if you jest), passes tests and all the rest, because "JessT has zest in his quest (to be/for) the best!"  Jess confesses stress from obsessing about -guess- this infestation (yes) of incest, and other things, like, I guess, being a lessee, or Plessy vs. Ferguson, or fleshy and vests (and vestments and investments).   The essence of Jesse is press lessons about  blessings taken from this western cesspool of a mess that we all must address, yes?

The Teshara-era and Harrah's (car collection) and (Ethiopian) injera and a pair a' rare Teshara's and verities about where-uh (a lair?) they care and scare and dare and faire and do their hair and Nair and use aloe vera.  Tesharas share about Yogi Berra and Cher and Kara and Farrah and Larry and Mare and Sara(h) and Tara.  : "The pair of Teshara's ate injera, and then used nair on their hair where they wanted to be bare, because they care and want to scare the demonic bears, and enjoy the state faire, if they dare, or truth! (veritably)."

Brainstorming, mind mapping, and prewriting!  Boo-ya!

SFR (spirit-fogging/rapture);  (Instrument of, tool for) Forebearer of people crossing into the light of heaven, to be at the feet of Jesus (in God's/His presence).

The spiritual authority to manage Hell, and the status of "Beyond a God in Heaven"

My mom likes Charter Club and Laura Ashley nightgowns.

The Veronica's "You Ruin Me"   was written by someone I know.

I won tickets to see Anus-Chewer (lol)

trust-frustration

candy treats are "Sweedli-deets!"

IDA likes Information, Data, and Answers

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Los Mochi! Yum

Geografía Mexicana

Piedras Negras and the black rock desert of Nevada

Paraíso and Paradise, CA (and all the saints in Todos Santos)...but sinful in Sinaloa (ver a cruz)

Kangaroos from Quintana Roo?  A pack of Chihuahuas invading from Chihuahua?   Raccoons from Cancún?  Lions from León and Nuevo León,   Hawks from Oaxaca :-)

Amazing Mazatlán, glad ha in Guadalajara, Summer Camp in Campeche,  it's pretty in Hermosillo, peaceful in La Paz,  snoring in Sonora

Mitch from Michoacán, Tammy from Tamaulipas and Tampico, Dua Lipa from Tamaulipas

Matamoros (kill muslims??) (braggart),  Slapped in SLP (San Luis Potosí),  and warriors from Guerrero

Pleased bellies in Belize!  Chuy Stu

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Cheers

 Hear hear, no jeers or sneers for Tears for Fears (or tears for veers)

Near-beer at Cheers, with dear peers, and queers who merely spear rears, all year.   

Mary Chris Miss.   Guess who's the guest, Gus.  Cocoa- Cola.  A toy for naughty Tony.  Naughty is Not-e.  E is ecstasy.  A penguin in Angwin.  Boy toys and kept men.  Playboy pets and heavy petting and Tom Petty and petit figures and petrichor.  Wait, what are you up to?  240 and 6'1!   a person named Tziporah and a purse with a zipper.   Nurse Ratchett and Terry Pratchett.  The gay man reads Neil Gaiman.  The DA reads Douglas Adams.  When is a  Spinal Tap ever funny?   Well, it is.   Lev Grossman makes a good gift for Liz/Greg.    GLT at the Grand Lake Theater.   Don't tase me, bro.   Shrimp and prawns, S and P 500, brains and brawn, rain on the lawn, Pimp and prawn-ography.  Primping Shawn.  Raining brains.  Horny for porn in the morn.  Ornery around the orrery.   Life is Good when you Love God and Like Girls and Leave Garbage and Labor Greatly.   Brain pain and Brawn gone.   Rain down the drain and using the brawn for a pawn.   Brain brawn, vein wan, yawn at dawn.  John Han and Ron Von Kwan.   Danish Jane.   Wax on wax off, wax and wane, Wayne weighing in.   Yahweh and Yah-wayne.  Sex wax and ax wax.  Polish your instrument.   Polish Paul.  Appalling Paul and Amazing lays from lovely Duv, sexy Lexi, and that cute beauty... you, T.   Born for porn.  Bedded and wedded.  Committed to wit, tits, and shit like fitted knits.  It's a hit, nitwit.  Lust is a must for most.  Smitten and twitterpated, and:  bitten kitten written;  baited dated fated hated mated rated sated waited...  Moaning bones and dull skulls and dead in bed and why aren't you wet yet and skeletons covered in gelatin.  Kinky with your pinky.   Rotting tots.  Stinky winking, and fake aches.  Annoying toys.  Don't give an inch to the grinch.  He'll take a mile of smiles, and leave you frowning like a down clown.    Turn ons and turn offs?  What am I, a freaking light bulb?  A jeremiad (list of woes) about baby Jeremiah.   Blu Dep in the deep blue sea.  Petunia Julia in her pajamas (pj's).  Jeremiah wasn't a bullfrog.  Zephyr ain't a heifer.  Alexander Benjamin is Zander Binyamin (Bibi).  Xander showing candor.  Rain Leon ain't Eternal Ray.  What is the what?  Who is The Who?  A book by Eggers, and a band comprised of (Roger Daltrey, Pete Townshend, Keith Moon, John Entwistle).  Amen, Amon.   Hallelujah, Hal.   Praying for praise.  Worshipping warships.  Glorifying Laurie.  Celebrating celebrity.  Celebra-tease.  Lame lamentations.   Eucharistic cheezits (sounds like Jesus).   Phil drinks Phil-tered water.  Pure fury and unadulterated bliss and just....simply....there.   The site of excitement.  Ace is the place.  The loco location.   A crazy maze of hazy days in the gays.  Drunk as a skunk, and as funky as a monk on junk.  Back on crack.  High on pie.  Inebriated on sea-breeze.  Well-elevated.  Blissful kisses.  Lovey-dovey.  Life is good, like a wife in woods.   Nature ate your date?  The hour she was devoured was dour.   Doomed, consumed, and in a tomb.    A sad dad, and a mom like bombs in 'Nam.  Rage in a cage.  Angry at all the banging.  Hating your mate.  An aftermath of wrath.  Making up in makeup.   Angry sex, with fangs in necks.  A nap after a nightcap.   A deep sleep.   Not a peep, creep!   Let me Rest In Peace.   Jack and Jill the rippers.   Jack the Ripper and Jill the stripper.   Peace love and happiness.   Tidings of comfort and joy.  Southern comfort and Joy dish soap and Tide detergent.  A piece of the peace, and a chip off the old block.   Love from above, and happiness - make it snappy!   Sappy happiness.    Happiness shnapiness!   Bah humbug!   Feliz Felix.   Feliz Navidad and Feliz navi-mom, too :-)   I've five knives, and I'm feeling alive, Clive.    Well, I've got a gun, hon, and I think we're done.  No more weapons, yep.   Weapons make me weep!   Flesh for fantasy, my fine female friend.   Let there be light, and may darkness be banished from sight!  May your toes glow, and your skin sin and your lays blaze and your mind shine and your fate be illuminated.  May your life be rife with everything but strife!   Let goodness and mercy follow you all the daze of your life.  Doing your duty to beauty.  Rights and responsibilities to serve knights and Billy T?  Lead by deadheads, and inspired by choirs, and subject to abject objects like rejects ejected from the projects.   Injections and out-jections, phlebotomy and lobotomy, blood draw and blood paint, paint and pain on a cross, crossed my mind (feeling cross, brain pain, head-shocks, zapped like Harry Potter or steal-my-face, electric signals, bzzzt!).  (Harry Potter has a lightning bolt on his forehead from being struck by Voldemort;  The Grateful Dead steal-my-face has a depicted electric brain with red and blue halves; there's Shock Top beer).   Sonic soundscapes and gustatory glee.   Olfactory factories and Auditory auditoriums and tactile tacticians.  Sensual sensei and a peach for each teacher.   Chopsticks, chapstick, Cheap Trick, and Chappaquiddick.   Rich in a ditch is the sitch (twitching and itching to snitch on the witch-bitch).  Someone poor on the top floor with a whore, and someone middle-class answering the riddle about gas.  SAG-AFTRA and gas fart.  Is there any other kind? -  A few good men.  Visible visualization of a video's very vocal vampire's victim.   Bloody hell, what's that muddy smell.  Dirty dirt and clean jeans.  Impure thoughts in a spotless mind.   Filthy rich and the pure poor.   A pure psychopath who plays dirty.  Pure filth and dirty soap.  Soap operas and dirty women.  Thoughtless and brainless, besotted and painless, mindlessly kind.   PC?  premeditatively cruel.   Suffering fluffer,  pulling a dog for a jog, old yeller is a smeller, Snoopy the super duper pooper.  Wok ing your dog, and eating a hotdog, dawg.   Shaggy Shelby and Rover roving all over.  Bully bulldogs and sheepish sheepdogs and poodles that are dull (simply poo).  A leopard shepherd.   A wino rides a rhino.   So close to going on safari.  Jafar and Jah, close.  Jehovah and J' under.  Yahweh rides a horse (Ya!).   A woke dog walker, and sleepwalking on your dream job, and certainly alert about getting hurt, but nodding off in his role as a modern God.   Take a nap and bake a gingersnap.   Seeking a Sikh to be sheikh.  Demi the demure democrat.  Rambunctious rams, and dogmatic dogs, and catatonic cats, and burdensome birds, and lizards in blizzards, and bratty rats, and efficient fish, and pets named Pete.   Cat in a hat, snake in a lake, shiver in a river.   Surfers ride the motion of the ocean.  Catching a wave with a baseball mitt?  Surfers think swells are swell.  Commotion emotion.   Filthy Phil uses Sterilite brand plastic bin containers.  Sterile light?  Rubber maid?  Clean Dean and Nasty Tasiana.   Reptile replies.  Ballet on the ballot.   Wallet on the ballot.  A lot of balls on the ballot.  Juan and Juana wanna.  Juan won and Joss lost. Feeling pale and Juan.  Sick of the Bay Area, basically.  Sump pump.  Augie's augury.  Break the wishbone - it's a snap!  Heil, heels.  Defeated and de-feet'd (ouch).   Wynn likes to win, but Lou doesn't like to lose.  Victor enjoys victory, but eating can't be beat.  Champions of camp win gin, Lynn.   God drinks vodka, while the devil revels, with a diablo daiquiri and fireball whiskey.   God the Creator:  God's wad, mum's cum.  Deity spontaneity.  Go on, Dance! Gaudy mahdi moves his body with the naughty hottie.  Kinky? wink, wink.   Horny to fornicate to porn with Lauren.   Scumbag scammers.  I got CalFresh after my car crash.  Frugally buying bagels for seagulls and eagles and beagles.   Ogling muggles.   Food, dude, can be stewed or chewed or viewed with an attitude of lewd nude or boo'd rudely!  Julie is unruly and duly eats newly stewed gruel.  Wyatt's diet?  You can't buy it at Hyatt, sings Quiet Riot!  Plantains, platinum, and platitudes about platypus attitudes.  The museum has a dozen decent docents.  I have a dozen cousins.  You and I at the museum and lyceum.   I call 'em as I see 'em at the Coliseum.   Bryan and Byron have Ron's brains.  Insane, outsane, sane, and unsane.  Huh?  What?  Membrane, membrain, membrayne, and membreyn.   Inne Seine.  Insayn, knowudymsayin'?   minimally MANIMAL: Jeremiah was a bullfrog, Satan is a snake, (Teshara: he's a rat), I aint no Walrus - who you callin' a walrus??, I'm an Eagle (scout), Crazy Horse and Hopping Crow... Anne-imal, Dan the animal (danimal), the band The Animals.  People are people, so why should it be...  Monkees?  Beatles?  Byrds?  I'm a Beast!  Reading Neil Gaiman on the Caimans.  Canada Dry and Dry champagne are really weird names for liquid beverages!  Take a seat (theft).   Chairs and Cheers!   cheers for chores.  Guide to guys, manual to mankind, handbook for hand-models, my dairy diary, my diurnal journal, my vellum album.  Warfare on warfarin.  The baby shook his rattle for battle! Fight night bite-fright.  Combat with wombats.  Vicious Trish and gentle Jen.   Futilely brutal.  Effectively pecked.   Decked and wrecked.  Beaten and eaten.  Tammy, yummy in the tummy.  A delicious and nutritious dish.   Tasty in her pasties.  Scrumptious dumper.  Satisfying status as an incredible edible.  She's food, dude?  How rude!  A dyslexic Hannibal The Cannibal on THC.   I was in hot water on pot, after I bought the yacht, instead of supporting the tot.   A mean hiss, and an antihistamine.  The mean dope, and dopamine.  Well-hydrated to have rain in the brain.  Your daughter needs water.  Liquids for sick kids.   Gruel for fuel.  Energy for synergy.  Juice can be of use for reading Dr. Seuss (there's wild moose on the loose!).  Goose-juice.  Milk and its ilk are more valuable than silk.   And wine is for fine dining combined with kindness and lines of mine!   My mind is mine, but boring chores are yours.  Wait, my fate is stated, and great!  The future in sutures?  The past is vast.  The present is pleasant.   It's always now, now.  Time is for rhyming, and space is for acing.  The race to take off her lace.  Leather in any weather.  Lingerie on tanqueray.  Kisses for the missus.  Got necks?  Hot sex.  Jekyll and Hyde, and a well-hydrated jackal.  Jacqueline and Hades.  Joke and hide!  Orgies, whoredom, and debauchery!   Fed up, had it up to here, rising up!  Up up up.   Hot hot hot.   What's your type?   Sans serif, lol.  Or young, bubbly, cute, friendly, alive.   Smart, beautiful, sexy.   Happy hippy.  Onward and upward in the psych ward.  Wayward in Hayward.  Hayward and the word hey.  Crazy criminals from Crooked Creek.  Sane saints from Santa Sylvina.   AA in America and Argentina.  Anonymous convicts and known menaces to society.  Satanic witchcraft and divine kindness.  Kim's cum and Simon's semen.  Olivia and Orenthal, oh!  I'll cry my sorrows tomorrow, and laugh gaily today, I say.   Manual to man and Studying studs and acing men (menace), amen.  whim and wombs and (him n') women.   Wimpy women.   Many manly macho-men.  Woe men and gay men.  Happy and sad, heaven and satan, high school, Horus and Shangdi, Hanuman and Siva.  Santa visits hell.   Lots of extraneously simultaneous and contemporaneous heinous anus.  There's a fungus among us.   Us Aquarius.  Jesus, please us.  Advantageous animus - we are animals with an advantage.   Reading Camus on campus, gorgeous.   Catawampus on an Ottawa campus.  Wherever I go, Hugo, Virgo.   Hugo's huge ego, Norman isn't a man, and just see, Jesse!  Mini-me and large and in charge, with a massive ass, but tiny heiny.   Playful faithful up to gigantic antics. Augustus cussed us.  Damn you, you damned emu!  I curse your purse!  Go to hell, you smelly unwell yelling belle!  Suffer and die, you fluffer guy!  Feel pain, you insane drain on my veins, bane of existence, that waxes and wanes,  and rains on my parade, like those Danes Jane and Zame from Maine.   The pit of hell demon has a phd.   In knowledge is great suffering, or something.   But is wikipedia painful?  Of course not.   Bibliophobia, the fear of books or reading.   Fear not, words are fun, hon.   Like ideas for pie, dear.    Or satire about a cat buyer, choosing the one whose poos don't ooze (can't refuse!).  Or adventures from the future, blasts from the past.   Past wrasses, present pheasants, and future bandicoots.   Daniel the cocker-spaniel.   Maternal and paternal and fraternal are eternal!   Zogg the dog.   Dry champagne at the wet bar.   Wet t-shirt contest at the dry dock.  The bitter batter is better than the beaten butter, buster.   The bat bit the bait at the back of the boat.  The bot got the boot, but Betty's butt can't be beat!  Jerk in a jerkin.  Jack in a jacket.  Kate in a coat.  Sweet sweater on your setter,  sister!   Woody in a hoodie.  Burt's shirts and Bess' dresses and Jean's jeans and Duv's gloves and Matt's hats and Lou's shoes and Joe's clothes.  Jock socks and your auntie's panties  and tighty whities and foxy boxers.   Common lawmen eat ramen with Tutankhamen.  ate ramen?  dominate!  Eat okra before you procreate, okay?  Oklahoma oak trees planted in Okinawa.   Raped and beaten arabs.   Satan vampires werewolves witches monsters demons and zombies!!  Sinners and criminals and beastly-behaviored bastards and other assorted evil entities of darkness, depravity,  death, destruction, and despair!  Sage in a cage.   Dad had a bad lad that made him mad and sad, but also, i must add, glad!  Ask about my mask.   Inquire about my fire.   Question my suggestions.  Interrogate my arrogance.  Wonder about my thunder down under.  Don't assume I'm doom and gloom.  I'm actually full of facts about acts, and will interact with tact.   I choose to read the news you can use, and am concerned with learning how to earn, because i am burning with yearning.  Everyday, we overpay for chardonnay and lingerie.   Wet with sweat.  A memorable night I can't remember!  Blood in the mud, a tear in my beer.   I'm the mother-flippin' rhyme-nocerous, now isn't that preposterous.  Putting bottled water in your water bottle.   Putting man-milk in your milkman.  Pursed lips? eww.  Pursuing purse-snatchers and chasing Chevy and following followers (fall low).   Sexy seconds.  Horny horns.  Seamen with semen.   Jazz players with jizz.  Copulating cops.  Orgasm organizations.  Cum hither, m'lady.   Caviar, saffron, and truffles!  Fuck fake folks!  Don't rail against the real!  Riled up royalty, and cumming commoners.   Grace and mercy, faith hope and love, compassion and forgiveness, joy bliss and happiness, truth and honesty, progress improvement betterment development and change, solutions and answers to problems and questions, and comfort contentment satisfaction, strong fit healthy well sane.   Yada yada?!?  Health, wealth, and happiness.   Peace and prosperity.  Tidings of comfort and joy.   Sex love intimacy massage lust passion hugs kisses touch caress foreplay nibbling sucking licking rubbing holding wanting needing smiling sharing laughing communicating body-language fun play devotion delight commitment hard work.   Gaia's guide to guys.   The galaxy's gallant galvanic galoshes for gallic gals.   Batshit crazy and dumb as dirt and meaner n' shit and ugly AF and drunk as a skunk!  As happy as a lark having eaten a bowl full of clam-jelly!  As pretty as a picture, and as lovely as a tree, and as hot as the sun, and as gorgeous as ever!  As fun as a barrel of monkeys??  I don't think monkeys like being in barrels... A whale of a time!   Well, whales shouldn't be wailing tears of lament, anyway.   Have a blast, paint the town red!  (is this incitement to terrorism??).  Cheerfully eating Cheerios while watching Cheers and using Cheer detergent on my cheerleading uniform.  Joy Harjo uses Joy dish soap to wash out Almond Joy stains while listening to Joy Division.   Eating leftovers with an under-writer! You were left under the bus?  I'll be right over!!   I love your irish eyelashes!  The skittish British.   German Herman isn't vermin.  Finnish him!  Stone the Estonian!  European in the bathroom.  Baseball, you're out!  (Everyone else is urine).  Dance in France to tunes from Dune and songs from the Song dynasty.  The french mensch.   Banish the spanish.  Torch the Portuguese.  Belgian intelligence.   I don't speak Dutch much.  Danish pain, but pleasure without measure in Pleasanton.  I saw on IMAX that the Eye of Sauron is a cyclops with pinkeye, lazy eye, and an evil eye.  On a red-eye flight with Eagle Eye.  Goin' to hell in a bucket, you pieces of shit,  evil wicked fucks....   Worship and glorify a war ship that gore-ifies?   Lazy Susan sat on her La-Z-boy recliner with her lazy eye (and listened to Jay-Z with Daisy).   Ambitious hard-working Trish didn't shirk doing her duties to beauty or fulfilling her obligation to the radio station or doing the tasks she was asked or completing her logic-project...  Santa, I want a cuter super-duper pewter supercomputer!!   Got that??  the looter stole from my uterus, and now i'm neutered and reading Deuteronomy in a computer economy, oh my.   Reboot!  Compute?  Shoot.   What does God do for a living?  He's a God-ener (tend your godden), (cultivating cults).   Sincerity is no sin.  wanting Caviar And Saffron/Truffles, while working for the Coalition to Abolish Slavery and Trafficking.   Cast of characters, putting the care in character.  Jean is a genius.  Ida has ideas.  Kris and Christ, Kevin and Heaven, Katie from Haiti...  Kate and Nate waited, then dated and mated and were sated.   Little Man Tate and Dorian Yates were fated to have a great spate of hate.   Some truckers are frightened of their freight.   Drinking a Foster's with Jodie.  Garfield and Jodie.  A platinum debit card I call Debbie the platypus.  Debbie the rebbe (hasidic rabbi).   The debit rabbit and the credit Yeti and Hank the banker.   Hobnobbing with hobbits.  Don't Bobbitt your hobbit!  Your elf-milf is on the shelf?  Your dwarf lives near the wharf, or in a drawer?  Your fairy is scary?  Your leprechaun talks on and on?  Your dragon is always in his flagon?  Your wizard is always tending to his pet lizard?  Your witch is a bitch?  Your warlock is always rowing with his oar-locks to a warship?  Your demon is always reaming Damon?  Your pet monster is always eating muenster with ministers?  Your pixie is always running off to Dixie?  Your sprite is always taking flight?  Your gnome is never home.   Playing with Tonkin trucks (in Vietnam).   You want to go to Nevada?  Or Novato?  India?  Or Indio?  Pope Francis in San Francisco?, say papal people.  Jesus!  Juicy Josie listened to Jay-Z with Jesse?  Justice is the gist, Jess, said Joss to JessT, in jest.   Diet plan:   Eat healthy food, don't overeat, only eat when you're hungry.   Stay active, get off your duff.  Don't oversleep.  Sexercise and daily sweat.  Right?!?  More calories out than in = weight loss;  more calories in than out = weight gain.   Ha-Satan and Natasha (and Samantha).  Invisible Sun, Black Hole Sun, Good Day Sunshine.   Types of comedy: satire, ridicule, standup, black, blue, burlesque, character, cringe, deadpan, improvisational, inside, insult, observational, physical, practical jokes, sketch, surreal, topical, wordplay.. (for example).    Range of responses to any given stimulus:   A spectrum of best to worst, most preferable to least preferable, (by a given set of criteria).   The law of karma and the golden rule and life isn't fair, because good things happen to bad people and bad to good, is why people call life a meaningless absurd shit-show.   Catholic Mass, ha.   Idealists, REALists, and fake/artificial-ists (haha).   Streaming and screaming!!  (or is it Casper, whispering? shh!).    Rudy is a man with manners.  Waiting for Dexter's next text, I am feeling vexed.   Paul behind the wall is waiting for your call, doll.  I'm waiting for emails from females.  And mail from males.   And documents from doctors.  And letters from debtors.  And words from absurd Kurdish nerds.    (DUMBNESS: unkind, mean, cruel.   not giving a shit.  being stupid, ignorant, incurious, apathetic).   Investment investigation.  Alcohol on Alcatraz.  Bags of rags.   Fag hags and near-beer and smear the queer.  Clothing designers and comedians earning fashion-cash and funny money.  Billionaires on-air.  Ditch-witch.  Genius with a penis.   Rich bitch.  Woman eating persimmon.  Tan man in van.  Wild-child.  Baby with rabies.  Dog in the fog.  Fat cat in a hat eating a rat.  Funky monkey with a monk.  A wizard's pet lizard.  A hamster from Amsterdam.  A fake snake in my cake.  My pet bird knows 3 words.  The parrot eats carrots.  My cockatiel talks up a shpiel.   Yertl, my fertile turtle, squirts.   I wish to bury my aquarium of fish.  Serpent ejaculations!?  penis on a penis.  Dicks with dicks.   Fake snake makes Jake take the cake.  Steal the meal.   Rob the corn on the cobb.  Pilfer the wafer.  Thief of the beef.  Burgle the burger.   Gus the goose.  Guess what gusseted means.   Excrement excitement.  Piss and vigor, and peppy poop.   Gotta go!  vroom!  How'd you like to be named John, and have people going in you?  BS about bird shit (guano? ah, no).   A bachelor of science in BS.   Compartment comportment.  Soldering soldiers.  Sterile Beryl, and feral Darryl,.    Carol and Cheryl sang Christmas carols with Errol and Meryl.   Does Vishnu ever get old?   Ganesha on the dashboard.  A new man with Hanuman.   The diva likes Shiva.   My pet llama worships Brahma.   Is Mace Windu Hindu?  Is Yoda a Buddha?  Is Luke a kook?  Are jedis dead-eyed?  A jedi on the red-eye from Bali to Cali.   The best deli in Delhi.  a turkey sandwich in Turkey.  Salome likes salami.  RAW wrestling, fueled by pastrami.  Eating buffalo burger at the buffet.

Little Miss Muffett paid Warren Buffett.   Your fate is to be as great as Bill Gates.  Concerned about earning?  Learn to turn over a new leaf, chief!  Make money, honey!   You're as funny as a nun showing her buns, hon!  A nun with a gun in the sun is simply not done!  But a genius earning bank, is like a general pulling rank, Hank!  Cash for trash?  Funds for having fun?  Dollars for hollering at ballers? Cut a check for -heck- sex?  Paid to get laid? Bucks for fucks?  Income for ink?  Payment for raiment?  A transfer of monies for answering the call of reading the funnies?  Do what you want if you want to be like the Pontiff.   Be God, be good, and be rewarded with seventh heaven, Devan!  Answer the call, and get it all!  Follow your bliss, and write this.   Mm, sex muffins.   Thoughtless brainless mindless zombie idiots, and extraordinary genius creatives, and Joe Blow and Plain Jane.   Weird beard, strange mange, unusually casual, bizarre Jabar, freaky Zeke.   Goofy Sufis, and nudist Buddhists, and mathematical Catholics.   The Christian question.  The answer to cancer.  Slim Muslims (around a third are overweight) and Obese Cochise.  Carlos Slim is no longer overweight :-).   Are you into Hindus?  FSM on MSN.   Newish Jewish.   In the old mold.   Ludicrous Judaism.  Crazy to be lazy, but sane to have pain (for gain)...they say.   Hey!  Flying Spaghetti Monster and Sitting Spaghetti Saint (sss, said the slithering snake, secretly smelling sentient passsssta!).  Saint Satan?  Demonic Angels?  Yeah, everyone's everything.  For instance, I'm a paperclip.  Ha.   Hegseth and Megadeth.   Declining to define my design.   Pitiful in the pit of hell.  Tasmania and Tanzania, zany mania.  Saudade and cafuné :-).  Wild-child, wild-willed, it's a wild world.   Wilde is wild and wily.   The pianist's penis and Gina's vagina and the cockatiel's cock.   David Lynch launches lunch.   Ooh rah!  I'm listening to a marine recording.   Alliteration alteration.

Under where?  It is my understanding that the undertaker buried the underwriter who got stuck in the undertow in his under-armour underwear under the blue moon under the influence under a rock!   Or was it his underoos?  I went undercover as an undergradutate in the underworld of the global underground and undermined the underhanded underlings of dark overlords, putting minions under oath and under questioning to understand the underpinnings of these underskilled undervalued underdogs underneath their mighty malicious masters.  Overkill??  The assassin said underkill.   Carrie Underwood says she wants to sing Down Under, (maybe during thunder! would be a wonder).  One Nation, under God.        Unless you're getting over God, right?  The piety of a deity is like the root of a peony?  But papa was a rolling stone.   You can be happy in valleys, and sad on mountain tops!   Like Sun Valley Dairy and Mount Doom!  Laughter in dungeons and tears in heaven.  Fire in Paradise, and lovely balmy mild temperate pleasant clement weather IN HELL.   Paradise CA and Hell Norway and Earth TX (!).   Let's go visit Earth, honey!  Sleepy in hell:  hellions and hell yawns.  A tongue twister for tongues of fire:  Whether the weather is cold or whether the weather is hot, we'll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not!  Tongue-twisters and lengua burritos and tongue depressors and speaking in tongues!!  What's in your head (zombie)?   Speaking out loud.   Out and proud, and in shame, and in and out burger, and going on an outing (out/in'), and invoices and voice-over, and talking to kings while walking while listening to Queen?  In tongues, out tongues, and tongue-tied (tungsten?!).   Speech And Communication major from SAC state.  Speech about peaches, and communication about communities and vacation, and talk about tik tok, and verbiage about urban Serbia, and words about birds I heard, and expressions about confession, and sharing thoughts about bots and hot daughters and pot and rotten tots and water and yachts and how I got besotted and fought a lot...

You can buy "unicorn tears and leprechaun snot" :-)

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Take care and Never mind

huh? 

give care and always mind? mindless caring and cars.   Be careful, with a belly full of care.  And in love, like you're in the universe, or in a room, or in your body, or in a womb.  organized messages and organ mess, deist dentists, eleven ellens, big bouncy beautiful breasts and buttocks, amor Roma and Mora, Damon and Dominic the demonic Dominican deacons, the female form and foot fetish and fly-fishing and french-fries and fire-fighters on the funny farm, optimized sleep requires a dark cold and quiet room, stealing drugs and taking your medication, spiritually open / schizophrenic / hearing voices / mental / telepathic.   Mentally ill or superhuman?  Privileged psychic communication of a seer, or psychosis delusions and hallucinations?  Happy useful and good?  Or annoying counterproductive or even evil?  Fighting fire with fire - bringing flamethrowers to a forest fire?? lol.   Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.   Fee fie foe fum, fine fickle friend, fleas and flies.   Sly Ida and Artless Arthur.   Messy and smelly.  Stressy and yelly.   Jesse and Kelli :-).    Jess and Kell bless hell?  Holy moly.   Fight or flight from stranger-danger (and safe waifs).  Rhyme crime and saintly, faintly.  Tainted saints and teams of demons.  Nieman and Beamon aren't demons, but... Lehman's semen, what a he-man.   Make a sacred cake for fake Jake.  The real deal on Neil is he can heal your zeal for a veal meal.   Have a holly jolly Christmas.   'Tis also the season of misery, disillusionment, and despair (!).   Beauty's brevity (and hideous in Hades).   In the eyes of the beholder.   I's of the B- holder.   Eric Holder?   Texas hold 'em.  Hold on.  Hold me.   Whole, holes, holy, holdings, embraced and held (not helled).  Hold me, Kurt Cobain, said Courtney Love, whom he loved.   Soul food, and eat my feet.  Sleep fast, and take my waking slow.  Count Dracula's account at the blood bank.  A roach approaches.  Furious jury.  Mary and Chris say Merry Christmas.  Yule enjoy Christmas, I predict.  Happy Nude Year!  Happy Holly daze.  Celebrating solstice at Ol' Miss.  Tony Danza celebrates kwanzaa.  And Monica got a harmonica for Hanukkah.  Frosty is a white man.  The manager of the manger.  The Isis crisis.  The God-is-good gig.  God IS a good gig.  A penis the size of a peanut.  Visions of venison.  SwALLow a pEACH, each and all.  Grounded in Reality, and reality in the ground.  Like a diamond, or a mirror, I reflect a facet of Reality.  Reflect on this, young grasshopper.   Miserly misery, and the joys of toys for boys.   Things like rings that make you sing.   A revery on everyone, mulling over mullets, pondering ponds, contemplating convicts in temples, meditating on medication, absorbed in orbs, thinking in ink, quiet still contemplation of riots, killing, and quantum-Haitians.   Demonstrably demonic.   All-Important AI.  Suburban subcultures.   Dog iDeOloGy.   Readers need to find authors, and authors need to find readers, making connections.  Connecting with boxers on Boxing Day.  Characters in search of an author.   CHE Guevara and Coke, Heroin, Ecstasy (and rapid rapture).   Whatever's clever.   Boring whoring.   A whore roaring for war.    More gore, said my bloody buddy.  Sleepy and creepy and weepy, with peepee in his teepee.   The Indian got wind of Cindy.  My mind is named Mindy.  Mork is a dork.  My brain is named Brian.  My heart is named Gary.  My soul is named Han Solo.  The simian from San Simeon.   The monkey junkie, hooked on books, and addicted to dick.   Sex addicts needing the deed.  Horny, even with a torn knee.  Give it to me, let's live.  AIDS is for maids who got laid instead of paid.  Dizzy with disease.  Sick from a quick kick to the dick.  Ouch on the couch.   No pain, no gain.    No dirt, no hurt.  I insist on you being twisted, sister.    Up with corruption, down with clowns in gowns.   Verbs kicked to the curb, and down with nouns.   Words are for the birds.   The science of silence.   Caw caw is caca.   Cindy sinned, but God did good.  Virtue can hurt you.   Prince of darkness, pod.   God and P.O.D. are at odds.   God's body, at the devil's level.   Todd and Evelyn consulted God and the devil, in books.  Crooks read books.   Saints faint.  The mind is mined.  What's in your head, Deadhead?  Zombies at Abercrombie.  The master is a mystery.   The lord is bored.  The king is kinky.  The emperor whimpers on hemp, temporarily.  The ruler is cooler, while the subject is abject.  Lovers take cover from Tom's bombs.   Tom's mom was a dom.   Calm in 'Nam, and panicked near Anne's neck.  Thinking about drinking.  When is it right to bite.  Thirst and in a hearse.   Dead and fed.   Ruddy and bloody.   Blood in the suds.   Can the Pope cope with soap?  Animal fat.   She's an ANIMAL!!  Phat.  A torpid corpse.  The boring get their bearings.   Dedication to medication.   Commitment to comity.  Vampires drink the red pill.  Don't be a drip, don't be a pill, be yourself, be all that you can be, be good, be cool.   You're hot!  A cold fish and hot shit and warm hearted and a bundle of joy.   Lotions potions, oils creams gels ointments and unguents.  Waving at that knave Dave at the rave...resulting in a grave at his fave cave.  Save us, Avis.    Rent a car and go far, gents.   Get away from the gay lay way, and begin a damn family, Amelie (homily).  Kisses from the missus, and love from above, and joy from your boy, and cheer, dear.   A happy pappy.  A glad dad.  Happy ever after with nappies and laughter.  Babies get rabies.  Children get killed, wren.  Ugh, Doug.  Shit happens.  Shit happened.   Life goes on.   Until the end of the world.  The End.  

   Disillusioned:  seeing the truth, having removed the illusion - The truth is out there, the facts indicate that life is shit, the world is a stinking hellhole of vice and suffering, and we're all going to die :-(     But cheer up, you're not alone, life is beautiful, I'm here for you, and there are things like comedy, music, sushi, and hugs!   So buck up!  Life is grand.  Meditate, smile, watch a movie, and tell me your troubles.   Problems can be solved.  All you need is a long nap, a big meal, a little fresh air, some exercise, and a good book.  Maybe also some variety, do something new, for a change.    Mix it up.   Go to a different church, or even a different religion.  Plant some trees.  Go for a swim.  Call a friend.  Eat a peach.

   Cannibalism: A thirst for the worst, and a hunger for anger, and a need for deeds that fix the sicks.   John Cena ('cena' is dinner, in spanish) and Dan (diet and nutrition): having an old friend for dinner... (can o' bull), with some Vampire brand wine, and mussels (muscles), with your sweetheart, and honey, honey.   Chewing on Chuy.   If you seso ('seso' is brain, in spanish).  Nibbling on toes (TOE is theory of everything).  Bits and bytes of digital (fingers).  Crunch time.   Devouring the devil, and eating meat, and consuming Sue, and ingesting/digesting JessT, and swallowing all, low.   Teshara flesh and delicious nutritious Trish and the yummy tummy of Kelli's belly, and flavorful Dave, and delightful bites of Heath White, and a scrumptious rump of the miss.  Jack in a box, Barbie on the bar-b-que?? Your love in the oven, but vengeance is a dish best served cold.  Geezus, what am I saying.  Enjoy a steak - human flesh is off limits, people.   Bok bok!  what are you, chicken?   Ha.   Have a ball.   Ew, yuck.   Adam's apple and apple of my eye and butt-munch and eat it and bite me and a tall drink of water and blood pudding and you are what you eat so you are food...   Skinny-dipping? Pigs and fat cows and sheeple and lambs of god and bugs to swat and Anne-imals and sharks and chicks and carnivore-karma (only jerks eat jerky?) and eating fruits and vegetables and being fishy / full of bull and gourmet preparation of exotic meat, for a discriminating audience.   Judge's verdict?  GOD.   Gross Or Delicious?  Falling apart, and falling off the bone.   Eucharist is a host.   You, christ - God eats the heavenly host!?   Eating hostess.  Eating Raoul.   Eating a bimbo.  I eat cannibals, it's incredible.  God is a man of war, war is the art of deception, god is love, so god is hate, and heaven is hell, and the heavenly host are food!!  God is a woman of peace, devouring the devil (devil= 4 evil), you see where this is going.   Is hell heaven?  Biting satire.   Cup of Joe.   Bob's bucket of blood.  Gulp.

Me.  Jesse just seems juicy.  I like to compile ideas and lists, write essays, research, learn and teach, and share.  I really appreciate truth and clarity.  I like thinking about words, god religion and spirituality, and formulating opinions on issues...  I like jokes and humor and satire and comedy and stand-up.   I like reading and reading aloud.  I'm passionate about quality of life and equality and alleviating poverty and suffering.   I believe in knowledge, wisdom, understanding, truth, enlightenment, and open-mindedness and curiosity.   I enjoy community, communication, conversation, comedy, and collective cooperation.  I have a passion for blogging, publishing, and happy dogs.  My online pleasures include: YouTube, Pinterest, Instagram, Onion, Wikipedia, Joe Frank, and The Poetry Foundation.    Music, meditation, exercise, and tasty food are daily delights.   I like to be productive, get things done, make to do lists, map out my day, and stay active.   My areas of expertise include: the philosophy of religion, mental health, dogs, international relations, bicycling, scouting, and talking (I guess).   I want The Good Life for myself and others, and this includes Money, Medication, Diet and Nutrition, Exercise, Enough sleep, Writing and Talking and Praying and Reading together, and things like dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins.  Meditation can really make me happy, too.   Flirting, laughter, truth, nature, compliments, travel, good books, float my boat.   The inner child in me still likes fun and play and games.   I'm 53 and I have a nerf gun, lol.   Boop-a-doop.

D.  Vampire Hunter D.  Deception, death, darkness, decay, depravity, the depths of despair, depression, disillusionment, dread, demons, devils, disease, disaster, destruction, dirty deeds, damnation, desperation, distance, and debility.    A decision to be a dumb dim dork, duh.   A desire for delight, and digital destiny.  A donkey named Don Quixote?   Ding-dong.   It's Dave.   Get over the devil, G.O.D.      OH my God.   Only Human.   Dads just die and disappear.  

Ontological Nihilism is the position that nothing actually exists, at all.   I think, therefore I am.  I don't think.... "poof!"  (God disappears).    Presto, reappearance:   a flapper that claps and snaps! (for a dapper lapper, before they both take a nap, says the rapper zapper.   Yup).

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

What is a real Christian?

Good question!   

A follower of Christ?  Or.. baptized?   Or just a good person? Maybe someone named Christian?  Anyone who identifies as such, no matter who?   Someone in a personal relationship with Jesus who publicly accepts Jesus Christ as their lord and savior? 

1.Some Christians are into prosperity, while others think it is harder to enter the kingdom of heaven if you are rich than to pass through the eye of a needle (or something - is there a camel involved?).

2. Jesus is Heyzeus.  Christ is short for Christopher.  Christopher Jesse.   ChrisJess.   Zeus Topher.  Words.   A word game.  Whatever.   Anything to anybody.  Christine and Ian.

3. They will know we are Christians by our love.   Anyone who loves, in love.   Devotion and delight.  God is love.  Love is agape, philia, eros.  Affection, intimacy, sex, respect…. Yada yada.  Xoxo.

4. There’s a vampire named Christian.  Maybe he feeds on Antichrists.  Who the fuck knows.   (I’m talking about a guy in the vampire subculture, in a book about it I read).   Presumably he drinks real blood.    Of course, Christians drink the blood of Christ (wine or grape juice).   There’s discussion about what’s a real vampire, too.  


Prayer

I used to think prayer aloud was a way of getting into people's heads, or dominance, or performance.   Now I think of it as a way to be more serious and solemn than conversation, and relate your values and morals and desires to those around you.   Thought, meditation, conversation, prayer, writing - it's all kind of the same thing (to me).  It's mind-maintenance, a method of purity, the light of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...   Putting it out into the universe.  Talking to yourself, God to God.   Communication with the divine.   It can make you feel good, and empowered, and heard, and not alone, and hopeful.   Demons pray for prey.   Predators pray for prey.  It's a rare prayer, but bloody good?  'Sed' is thirst, in spanish (acronym for Sin, Evil, Depravity).  No one has to pray, in my book.   God, if He exists, knows it all (already).  And privacy as a constitutional right is an absolute farce.   There are telepaths in your head that can hear your every thought, and God is the Big Kahuna of telepaths, who hears everything.  Maybe God in heaven is a computer in the system, these days, but call it whatever you want - you are heard, not alone, and nothing is private or secret, because God is omniscient, and every hair on your head is counted, every thought noted, and every action a part of greater awareness, Higher Mind, like Santa knowing who's naughty or nice.  I call myself God, but I am not hyper-aware like that, if indeed anyone really is, in fact.   What is real and what is hypnosis?


Who is Jesus?

He's dead.   He may have survived the crucifixion, but he ain't alive now.   They found his coffin (maybe).  He lives on, in his words and ideas and people ("body of Christ").  Jesus doesn't love you.  He loved you.  Christians love you, maybe.  Hopefully.   I mean, they say They will know we are Christians by our love.  Sometimes people say one thing, and mean another.  No one knows who Jesus was, really.  He lived 2000 years ago.  People say a lot of contradictory stuff.  A magician, of course.   You can't walk on water (unless it's ice).  He shriveled a fig tree?  Whatever.  I have a bridge to sell you.  Don't let the right hand know what the left is doing?  Weird.   I am not an octopus.  I am a walrus, lol.  Turn the other cheek?  Well, if they're shooting at you, shoot back, don't sacrifice yourself!  3:16?  so that you can have eternal life?  Well, quality matters as much as quantity!! An eternity of hell isn't much of a reward for believing in Jesus.    People can be good without being Christians.  If there IS a heaven, you don't have to believe in it to go there.  Jesus loves me, this I know?   No.  Dust loves me?   Well, okay, why not.   I don't have much of a fulfilling relationship with dust, I have to say.  Cigarettes to ashes, and Dustin to dust.  I like Dustin.   Not sure about Justin.   I could just say I like everyone, in some theoretical, philosophical sense.   But honestly, practically, I probably don't.  Sometimes I think I hate everyone.  But it's not that bad.  People are people.  There is goodness in everyone.   But it's hard to be kind, sometimes.


The 2 thing

Apathy and disenchantment vs. love and passion.    Incurious vs. engaged.    Alive! vs. zombie.  It takes 2 to tango.   One is the loneliest number.  2 kids, for replacement.  Cum again?  

(Jesus, time, hey, beast, jew, it, no, ow, cross, shit, kind, death...) (numerology)

   Adam and Eve, good and bad, love and hate, synonyms and antonyms, words and ideas, light and darkness, male and female, brother and sister, attraction and repulsion, knowledge and ignorance, elation and depression, joy and sadness, celebration and grief, misery and bliss, pleasure and pain, comfort and discomfort, wealth and poverty, virtue and vice, crime and sin, heaven and hell, love and marriage, hate and revenge, being and nothingness, to be or not to be, hungry and thirsty, food and drink, piss and shit, beginning and end, start and finish, alpha and omega, empathy and schadenfreude, sane or mentally ill, sick or well, right and left, up and down, front and back, awake and asleep, yada yada, etc. etc.  (pairs)


Don't say Happy Christmas or Merry New Year!   Gasp!  Think outside the box?  Who the hell does their thinking in boxes?!!!???!  Jack in the box?   What the hell does THAT mean??  A cow named Jack?  You are what you eat...   I am the love child of a Burger King and a Dairy Queen?  I am food.  I eat nuts, and I eat fruit, but I'm neither (oh, bother).   Eating vegetables does not a vegetable make.  Am I dead meat?  Holy cow.  I'm a pig.   Oink.  I think I'm turning Japanese.  I really think so.   So, a needle pulling thread.  Are you there, God?   It's me, Jesse.  (Margaret is my mom's name), (are you there/their god?  I AM. they are, they're).    Are you the air, god?   Air god and air guitar and air jordan, blowing over the face of the deep...

Sunday, December 8, 2024

God

 adjectives, names, descriptors

FSM (Flying Spaghetti Monster), Zeus, Ra, Set, Allah, Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu, YHWH, Shangdi, Ahura Mazda  (am fsm bars vs syz?) 

God is

a word, a concept, a set of concepts, a role, an identity, a status.

good, personified.   perfectly good.  the source of all goodness.  The creator, of all creation.  The heavenly father.   Love, one, a man of war, holy, blessed, great, pure, sanctified, sacred, most high, perfect, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, omnibenevolent, always and forever, everywhere, eternal, big, infinite, ∞, alive, immortal, righteous, loving, good, kind, merciful, forgiving, compassionate, just, fair, all-knowing, all-wise, all-powerful, almighty.

Triune.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit.    The 3 guys.   Brahma, Siva, Vishnu.   CDP.    Creation Destruction Preservation.   Me Myself and I.   Satan Vampire and Jesus?!  Drink the blood of Christ.   Some people / v's drink to see (taste, actually) if you have a disease, I'm told.   Un poco loco, Moco.    Good bloodthirsty evil, or something.   Just a thought.

Saturday, November 23, 2024

Reality

Mine, anyway

 There have been an estimated 8-12,000 gods in human history (the last 300,000 years).   Everything from Allah to Zeus.   In 10,000 religions.   In my own, personal, syncretic religion, we are each our own God of our own world.  Everybody’s world is unique and different.  So all of us have our own religion, morality, god, and maybe even heaven, to my way of seeing things.  This is mine.

Some say, “it’s all good”.   So let’s start with the vampire, a demon.  Demons are evil entities and hellions.  Anyway, in defense of the bloodthirsty-   Are they psycho criminal monsters?  Or

do they have their own logic, and even values and virtue (in addition to their vice and villainy)?  Some vampires bite for truth.  What you taste like, if you’ll submit or fight back, if you’ll survive.      

    If it’s erotic.   If she’s into it.  What the experience is like.  Good or bad.  The taste, but also the see, hear, smell, touch.    The full sensory tactile event, feeling, memory.   To a vampire, you’re food.   They subsist on blood.   Some really enjoy it.   There is ecstasy in the bite.  They might consider you a delight to bite, honey.  A refreshing beverage, like red wine, or sangria, or fruit punch, or V8, or cranberry juice, or strawberry smoothie, or even a Coke from a red can, maybe.  If people are vessels, then we’re like cans, right?   Containers.   And maybe not all predators are the bad guys, if it’s a snake eating its tail, or the lion of Judah swatting a mosquito, or something.  For the sake of argument.


So what is God?  God is good.  God is the personification of good.  No more, no less.  That’s all He/She has ever been.  Everything else is embellishment.  Like, say, the "source of all goodness".  God the Father.   God the Creator.  What is good?  The absence of dissatisfaction and the positive presence of pleasure. Then again, anything God says is good, to some of us.   It’s circular.   Good is an opinion.  Most people agree on it, but it’s still an opinion.  And your God is a choice.  Gödel, Godot, Godiva?  All good.   Allah as the name of God seems to linguistically imply it’s ALL holy.   Maybe it is.   Or should be.  Lived and Santa are anagrams of Devil and Satan, but life and gifts are certainly fun and good, in my book.  Evelyn isn’t evil and Wick isn’t wicked.  Anyway, God is a word.  A word for a concept.  A lot of concepts, really.  I like to make the word as rich as possible, denoting and connoting multitudes, a vast array of concepts and ideas.   God is not merely conceptual. God is also a role, identity, and status.  The good book says God is One, Love, a Man of War, and Good.  The bible says Only God is good, if you buy that bull.  I do.  I like bibs and beef and pretty much all religious paradigms.  Life is good, beautiful.  Everything is scripture, including the driver’s manual, or the newspaper, or the encyclopedia, or all the fiction!  God is everywhere, and created everything, and is in everyone.  Everything you read, watch, listen to, think, say, do, dream, write, create… is sacred, holy.  All your work, all your play, your rest and your effort, your movement and your stillness, meditation and action, are entirely blessed and sanctified.   You only live once.  Enjoy life, live and learn.   Reality is all the God there ever is, I’ve heard said.  Everybody is the God of their own skull-sized kingdom.   Mean or kind.  They can instill their values in their children.  They can become politicians or Supreme Court justices.  No matter how much we differ, we all usually think of ourselves as good.  So God is a game.   Whether the space between your ears, or the infinite space of the Universe, God/Reality/You-niverse can be Love!  Make it so!


What is good?  The good life!  Morality, ethics, virtue, holiness.   Happiness, pleasure, contentment.   Meaning and purpose and making the world a better place.   Progress, improvement, change, development, growth.  Reducing suffering, increasing bliss.  Things like truth and beauty.   Justice, fairness, compassion, mercy, forgiveness, love, kindness, grace.   Devotion and delight.  Preventing and defeating evil.  Humor and laughter and play and fun.  Hard work and setting an example and values like charity and gratitude and respect.  Leisure and good weather and yoga.  Goodness is met need.  People need food and drink, shelter and clothing and bedding/blankets, healthcare and education and jobs, and meaning and love.  I would add things like internet and libraries and Nature.  My list of virtues includes: friendly joyful funny helpful sane caring wise sexy and intelligent/curious.  My idea of saintliness includes good listeners with clear heads and clean hearts who actively hear the troubles, confessions, griefs, concerns, gripes, needs, wants, dreams, desires, aspirations, hopes, passions, and excitements of those around them.   People of dignity and integrity, builders of community and lovers of wisdom and teachers of children and workers of all kinds, toiling to make a better society, a better world, for themselves and their children and everyone else. 

So religion is a way of inculcating values in children, celebrating rituals that sanctify life events like births, deaths, weddings, and the like, and allowing important things to happen like forgiveness, renewal, and community gathering.  Families dress up on Sunday mornings, and participate together in ancient traditions that instruct and edify and entertain and correct.   Priests shed light on the Bible, the Church, Morals, and Doctrine (Jesus, Sacraments, etc.).   Society holds these things in esteem, and Christianity is a big part of American culture, whether you follow it, disagree with any of it, or even are Atheist or Agnostic.  Religion is a word game, and hypnosis, and madness, and -to me- really, really interesting (and therefore fun).   I like all religions, and MY religion is all of them (including atheism / none of them) - that is to say, the bits I agree with, and the parts I think are false but still useful or helpful or important.   Some parts of some religions I don’t like, though.


Heaven is my favorite part.   In a nutshell?   Alive and in love, eternally.   It’s the way of envisioning the ideal perfect utopia, that lasts forever, and never ends, as the reward for a life well lived, the incentive to make the world a better place, and even a possible Reality in the future, with technological advances that could enable immortality, occupying virtual worlds, and facilitating individual reflection on hopes and dreams and fantasies, and what you might do in an Alternate Reality that could give you Anything You Want (!).  Plus, it takes the sting from death, with the possibility of hope, especially if you are happy, OR have lived a miserable life that fairness dictates should be remedied with a satisfying life, if there is any justice in the world.  Should the depraved be happy while the virtuous suffer?  Also, heaven doesn’t have to be an afterlife.   Earth can be Heaven, in the “heavens”, where humans are adapted to live, and where life is good/beautiful, and the Good Life includes things like good food, sex, music, books, Nature, endorphins, and places like jazz clubs or cinemas or libraries.  To me, Heaven is biochemical.  Like dopamine.  Involving the pleasure and reward center of the brain (Not being raptured into some foggy cloud in the sky as a ghost or spirit or soul or immaterial essence!!) The possibilities for diversion and variety are endless, and the Real World holds the promise of multiple delights.  Oxytocin is the love chemical.   Heroin might be the chemical I love (I’ve never tried it).   In any case, I imagine there’s heroin in Heaven.  Both of them.  Heaven is where you frolic and cavort in blissful felicity with the gods, deities, angels, saints, and heavenly host, on 7th heaven, with the paladins behind Paradise's palisade, as an immortal in love, with every need met, every desire fulfilled, and every opportunity for joy available.  Heaven is also just being happy (on earth).  Put simply, though, Heaven is NOT being in Hell. Be grateful you are not being tortured.


What is Hell?  Hell is suffering.   Hell is also conceived as the place of eternal torment for the damned, in an afterlife of burning in a lake of fire, as a punishment for evil, wickedness, sin, and cruelty.  God’s depravity, to prevent brutality.   Or the threat of it, anyway.  Would God really do such a thing?  The universe is a very big place, and one might suppose the possibilities endless.  Savagery exists.  It’s a very large stick (the largest).   The carrot of Heaven should suffice, but between the two of them, you’ll probably fall into line.  Incentives and inducements like this, heaven or hell, as divine judgment: rapture or accursement, bliss or misery, rewards or punishment, for good and evil, virtue and corruption, make society a better place, and are therefore both Good.  The terror, horror, fear, anxiety, stress, worry, torment, and hell associated with the prospect of Hell IS a major problem.  But putting the fear of God into people might not always be a bad thing.  In prison, or in the pulpit, the FOG is a valuable thing.   God may be virtual, and sin therefore imaginary, but Virtue is real, the Law concrete, and guilt absolutely necessary for the prevention of further criminality.  God bless hell.  Turpitude, iniquity, and transgression?  The insidious, dangerous, and vicious?  Damn it all to hell - May you never hear the screams of the damned, as the suffering, pain, discontent, dissatisfaction, misery, depression, nausea, and discomfort of guilt, torture, torment, trauma, abuse, rape… and the unceasing agony, distress, and affliction, for all eternity, of being weak, sick, unwell, and ill, in prison, in a lake of fire, with no escape, no relief, no remit.  Ouch!, Ugh! Are there 7 heavens and 9 circles of hell?  Does that mean there are like 17 realms of Reality?  Who are the Hellions?:  Well, there are lots of names for demons: Satan, Mephistopheles, Antichrist, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Devil, Cthulhu, Sauron.  So the main categories are, Devil, Devils, Demons, Monsters, Sinners, criminals, the evil and wicked, unrepentant and unforgiven tormentors and torturers, the cruel and brutal and savage and ruthless, rotten and mean rapists and murderers, vampires of vicious vice, the cruel and corrupt, the Depraved.  Separated from God (Love).   In a world of hurt.  Pray for the depraved! Bless for bliss!  Unfortunate peoples decimated, subjugated, and exterminated (By guns, germs, and steel).   The forces of fate are hardly orchestrated by an impartial, loving God!!


Absolute depravity of nameless evil, like Cthulhu, Green Octopus-Dragon, beyond monstrous, reaping ruin, death, destruction, and torture to all, without discrimination, unjust and unfair and unmerited, and at a vast, cosmic scale, a merciless ruthless unstoppable juggernaut machine of growing torment, despair, hell, and pain - deserves the WORST punishment possible.    If nothing and no one escapes, this fate worse than death, this black hole of soul-destroying misery, this fate beyond imagining, then justice requires like for like, a hellish karma for The Evil One.  For example, having parents that beat and torment you, and sell you for drugs, leaving you to the mercy of villains who then anally rape, torture, murder, cook, and eat you.   This is evil, and this requires divine payback.   Those involved in the meat industry may seriously qualify.   Anyone who pushes the button on a nuclear device, I would add, too.   There IS in fact great evil in the world.   Hannah Arendt called its ubiquity (or coined the expression, anyway) The Banality of Evil.  Hell is/can mean 6 things: 1. Eternal torment, 2. Death, 3. Prison, 4. Suffering, (and also, 5. that place in Norway) (or, 6. Hel (one L), the place/world of the dead in Norse mythology, which later became the goddess of death).   So hell is a rich term, and evil is everywhere, and all of us are going there (in the sense of death). 

    

What if neither Heaven nor Hell exist?  Heaven and hell, in the conventional meanings, are for spirits, are spiritual.  People say “I am not religious, I’m spiritual.”   I guess I’m neither.  I am a materialist, and I believe everything is physical.   Spirits are to bodies as radio waves are to radio receivers.  It’s all physics.   Everything is chemical.  Pleasure and pain exist, and that is heaven and hell for me, in a nutshell.  I seriously doubt we have ghosts in a shell, or that we have souls that migrate to distant planets in an Avatar (movie) -type scenario.  The Holy Spirit is an idea.  I am my body.   My name denotes my body.  My soul and spirit and psyche are functions of my DNA in an environment over time, my upbringing.  That is who I am.  I mold myself, define myself, make and create my identity and body, and I have agency over my actions and behavior.  Dreams come from mind, which is more collective than many think (I think).  Morpheus is the God of dreams.  The bible speaks of dreams from God.   In that sleep of death, what dreams may come.  We are like ants, in a collective.   Maybe all animals are.   Atomism is delusional.  We exist in relation, as part of community (-ies).   You are never alone.   That is spiritual.   Like the spirit of radio.  Your head is a cosmic receiver.  We are programmed to receive.  You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!  Psychic entanglement, right?  Voices, visions, dreams, telepathy, connection.   It COULD all be real, but I suspect the majority is imaginary.  Ideation gets crazy, but you should enjoy your own head, your own mind.   Otherwise, maybe you need medication(s) or something.  Heaven is love-bliss, and Hell is torment and torture.   From oxytocin to electrocution, from heroin to flamethrowers, from agony to ecstasy, from rapture to capture, neurons are a blessing and a curse!  From utmost bliss to peak puke.   Eternally, as souls, ghosts, spirits?   Give me a break.   Ghosts don’t have neurons.    No one lives forever.   Oblivion and nullibiety are the universal fate.  Impermanence is a law of Nature.    Is this a nightmare and a bad dream?  If so, then you’re going to hell.  If life is good, and you accept death (how could you otherwise?), then you are in Heaven (and maybe you hold a shred of hope for a blissful afterlife, as well).  That’s how I see it.  Hypnotize yourself into happiness, and make your life fun.   Otherwise, you’re a hellion (on earth).   The heavenly host is all around you.


What is MY idea of Heaven? 2 things.   A good life (with a good death), and an afterlife that (probably) hasn’t been engineered, yet.  

      What is the Good Life? Also known as well-being, life-satisfaction / good mood, positive psychology, and hedonics, the science of happiness (or joy bliss cheer contentment satisfaction ecstasy rapture fun play laughter games pleasure delight amusement fulfillment) has come a long way, baby.  Maybe I should start with what the Dalai Lama says about happiness: "Happiness comes through taming the mind.  Without taming the mind, there is no way to be happy."  He's talking about meditation and discipline.   I struggle with earworms, myself.   Anyway.  Quality of life?  Heaven is:   Alive, in love, eternally.   Not just alive, but alive without aging, of course.   And not on a breathing machine, either, lol - A heavenly body is strong, fit, healthy, well, and sane.  Some insanity might be called for, and do a body good, I would think though, actually.   No we’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy, sang Seal.   The most popular class at Yale ever taught is the course on the science of Happiness.   Ideally, these secrets should be taught to only the Virtuous, and ideally, Everyone should be Virtuous!  Virtues like service love goodness kindness mercy compassion forgiveness truth peace happiness justice…  The ingredients in the recipe for the stew of Happiness include: Spirituality, relationships, leisure, resilience, exercise, sleep, meditation, music, diversion, entertainment, and drugs and diet/nutrition.   Things like a good job, money, awesome stuff, true love, a perfect body, and good grades factor much less than commonly thought.   Knowing your character trait strengths and using them often is a big part.     These traits include curiosity, honesty, love of learning, judgment, bravery, social intelligence, kindness, hope, self-regulation, prudence, love, creativity, forgiveness, perspective, appreciation of beauty and excellence, zest, spirituality, gratitude, perseverance, humor, teamwork, fairness, leadership, and humility.  My other lists of traits include the Scout Law: Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, reverent.   And from a worksheet I was given:  Flexible, nurturing, thoughtful, confident, optimistic, respectful, determined, skilled, motivated, resilient, self-directed, reliable, relaxed, listener, decisive, enthusiastic, forgiving, humble, responsible, cooperative, frugal, tolerant, innovative, balanced.   And my own list:  strong, fit, healthy, well, sane, happy.   Savoring and gratitude are habits that should be cultivated to be happier, feel better.   Gratification, pleasure, delight, euphoria, elation, ecstasy, ebullience, exhilaration, exultation, exuberance, glee, felicity, joy, cheer, not-blue, not-depressed, can be cultivated and grown in any individual.  Joy happiness and bliss are possible, here and now.  Big?  Flow-state doing something difficult and worthwhile (immersed, on, in the zone, lost track of time, serene, focused, in the moment, arousal, control, concentration, skill, challenge, reward, efficacy, self-confidence).  Also, service, making a difference.  Dedication, hard work, with a growth mindset (welcoming learning from mistakes, curiosity about subjects over motivation for mere grades say, less validation of own intelligence and more seeking of improvement).  Perhaps most important is Other People.   Friends, family, lovers, conversations (with anyone, actually), less solitude, more interaction, community.   Life is better in presence of others.  Making yourself a slave is never wise.  Free time, prioritizing time over money, is indicated.  Living in the here and now, with a focus on present. Productivity is satisfying.  So is cocaine!   What about the Quantity side of the equation?  Turritopsis Nutricula is an immortal jellyfish.   Maybe science can learn from it, and apply the lessons to human creatures such as ourselves, homo sapiens sapiens, for an extended lifespan.  The longest human life, so far, (known and verified, anyway) is Jean Calment, a woman in France, who lived 122 years (and 164 days), dying in 1997.  

      What is the Good Life, in summary?  contentment and satisfaction, joy and bliss, pleasure and love, and humor, play, diversion, entertainment, distraction, and freedom (e.g. free time).  Enough money for your needs and wants (and only wanting within your means).  Meaning and purpose.  Service and kindness and charity and goodwill and positivity.   Sex, intimacy, affection, massage, touch.   Met need (basic needs and otherwise).  And being strong, fit, healthy, well, sane, with good habits, good diet, good exercise, and good sleep (not too much or too little).   Mind-maintenance (meditation, reading, writing, good conversation).  Creativity and productivity and engagement.  Fulfillment.  Resilience.  Growth.   Simplicity.  Balance.   Passion and connection.  Being present.   Gratitude and using your strengths.   Making meditation a regular habit / practice.  Effort and dedication.   Practice random acts of kindness, begin a meditation practice (sit, write, ponder), and exercise daily.    Specificity!  An hour a day!  pushups, stretches / yoga, jumprope, dumbbell, low-impact dog walking, and exercises off the ACE online exercise-library.   That’s my litany, to get you started.   Basic need isn’t just food, shelter, and clothing, by the way.   It also includes drink, bedding/blankets, and things like libraries, healthcare, education, nature, peace/security, and relationship, community, love, meaning.   Here’s another list I made, stating it slightly differently:  Freedom, Chemicals and Food (Diet and Nutrition),  Exercise and Fitness, Love Relationships Intimacy and Sex, Compatibility Pleasure and Attraction, Money and Nice Things, Hypnosis and Contentment and Equanimity and Lack of Resentment and Forgiveness, History and Conditioning, Safety and Peace, Preparedness, Humor and Light-Heartedness, Trust, Kindness and Virtue, Self-Care, God, People around you, Words, Dreams, Conditions, Entertainment and Distraction, Goals, Livelihood, Nature, Stillness and Calm, Meditation, Sleep, Environs, Philosophy Religion and Culture, Variety and Change, Health, good DNA, Compassion and Empathy and Understanding, People Places and Things (family friends co-workers roommates) (travel and culture-shock) (objects and ideas), Creativity, Mind.  Attainment, realization, achievement.  Finally, you need an Absence of Torture Torment Pain Suffering and Resentment/Spiite/Malice, Psychic Vampires, Predators Crime and Sadists.   Right?  Things that make us UNhappy include social media, and being scattered/ all over the place/ with a wandering mind.  False expectations and habituation make us revert to our blah after winning the lottery, etc.  (just married! becomes just….married).  Also, of course, there are trials and tribulations, like breakups, car accidents, HIV diagnosis, victimization, etc.  So happiness requires an attitude, wisdom, practice, and a bit of luck.   Writing makes Me happy.   Music, meditation, good food, and my girlfriend make me happy.  Exercise and being well rested recharge my batteries, and help me look good, feel good.  


What is my idea of a REAL heavenly afterlife?  (Besides having offspring that are happy, living on long after you’re dead)…   Well, first of all, Paradise is a real place, in California, near Chico.   There’s a church there.  And maybe it would be cathartic to have a pleasant trip to Hell, which is a real village in Norway.  There’s Heavenly ski resort, and of course The Holy Land.   

    Anyway, a real afterlife, for me, seems like something that doesn’t exist yet, but COULD, potentially, if technology can allow the transfer of consciousness from a brain to a computer or something?  I don’t know if that is possible, or even desirable.   Assuming it is, this is how I imagine it:  Like a video game, with Superpowers.   You can draw on the entire corpus of comics and movies, as well as your imagination.   Heaven is a kind of library., said Borges.   Books, movies, videogame, you name it.  Everyone has their own personal Heaven.  You can admit or expel anyone you want into your customized world.  First of all, you can turn off pain or aging.  You can die and be reborn at any starting point you like.   You can choose your appearance, and morph into any shape or animal or being you like.   You have control over your mind, and can be in any mental mode you choose, say meditative or manic or omniscient or what-have-you.   IQ x.   So superpowers I’ve experienced or imagined, include:  Telepathy - I’m in your head, and you are in mine.  I hear your prayers, and we speak in voices.  Possession - I’m in your heart and rest of you, too.  Your body, your soul, your mind, your head, your heart, you-name-it.   Your pancreas, your spleen.  Eidetic imagination, I can send or receive dreams, daydreams, thoughts and ideas, pictures and movies, inspiration and images, indeed, any possible world.  You can listen to sublime music that perfectly suits your mood, all the time, and write or create songs, too.   Every book ever written is available.  You have access to God, to omniscience, to computers, the internet, everything in transalation, in any language.  You can be a genius, have genius friends, go to all the classes.   You can learn and know all the answers, have a photographic memory, read everything, grok.  You can have power, control history, try different things, do things over, time travel, experiment.  You can decide which sides win wars, who electorates elect.  You can submit to a Higher Power or be the HP.   You can do anything, in the fullness of time.  You can even be outside of time, if that means anything.  Cause the Big Bang and be the Creator.   Have a family or families.  You could conceivably have sex with everyone. Invisibility.  Flight.  Healing (of self or others).  You can survive in outer space, under water, or deep in the earth.  You can fight, cook, shape-shift, teleport, time-travel, freeze time, speak any language, have super-strength and speed, win in any sport, excel in any profession, create social progress, revolution, or decay;  You can create, destroy, preserve;  You can bend people to your will, by force or persuasion; speed-read.  You can (truthfully) say to yourself, I am immortal, invulnerable, non-aging, and can regenerate lost limbs, heal myself, survive a nuclear blast even, and vanquish any foe, individual or collective.  I can see all alternative futures, can play any role.  I am the best at sex.  I can have as much money as I desire.  I am perfect.  Sound good?  Lol. 

  

Reality may defy the deify, though.   Good luck.  The way things are aren’t as we imagine they should be.  Unless we’re content and adapted and lucky and maybe blessed.   Happiness is not an absolute.  We are often unhappy relative to those around us.  Unless you're enlightened and have reached Nirvana or something.


The Universe has 1 Billion+ galaxies.   The average galaxy has between 100B and 300B stars. Ours, the Milky Way galaxy, has at least 100B stars, according to many astronomers.  Intergalactic warfare is basically impossible, imo.    The distances are too VAST.  The average distance between stars is 29 trillion miles, or 5 light years.  Light travels at 186,282 miles per second.  For five years?   Between 200+? billion billion stars?  The average location in space is completely black.    This is just the KNOWN universe.

 

What is MY religion?  Kindness is my religion.  Not spite, malice, revenge.   Resentment and cruelty.  Anger hatred rage wrath fury.   Ire, grumpiness, dissatisfaction, unhappiness, sadness, depression, suicide.  Suffering exists.  Life is suffering.  Suffering is real and almost universal.  Suffering is from desire and craving, attachment and aversion.  To/For things, ideas, habits.  Suffering has many causes: loss, sickness, pain, failure, and the impermanence of pleasure.    Things like humiliation, broken dreams, sadness, and loss.  You can be happy to just be alive.  You can be happy for no reason.  You can be happy from heroin, exercise, love, vacation, money, entertainment / escape.   You can be happy from justice.   Winning.  Food.  Most anything.  Hypnosis, self-hypnosis, medications, therapy, dreams.  Meditation.  Nature.  Self-realization.   Making others happy.  Reducing suffering.  Trying, effort, discipline, fulfillment.  You can just be.   Endure.  MY idea of heaven is rapture, dreams, bliss - on earth.   Nice things.  Hopefully, a long life, and contentment, and hope for the future of the human species.

Counting My Blessings (CMB):

   1. Alive, 2. Alive!, 3. Food, 4. Clothing, 5. Shelter, 6. Security, Income, 7. Health, 8. Family, 9. Friends, 10. Kelli, 11. Libraries, 12. My Stuff, 13. Internet, 14. Blogger, 15. Wifi, 16. Peace, 17. Freedom, 18. Laws and Police and Justice, 19. Ambulances and EMTs and Hospitals and doctors and nurses, 20. Trains and BART and public transportation, 21. Restaurants, 22. Gym, 23. Opportunity, 24. Movies, TV, YouTube, 25. My iPhone and plan, 26. My genes and upbringing, 27. My education, 28. Scouting, 29. Variety and diversity and religions and cultures and races and travel, 30. Sex, 31. Junk food, 32. Hope, 33. Drugs and meds, 34. Help, resources, good will, charity, kindness, compassion, 35. Motivation, inspiration, example, 36. Contentment, 37. Wealth, 38. Joy (in all its forms: happiness, bliss, satisfaction, ecstasy, fun..), 39. Renewal, 40. Grace (god's free and undeserved favor), 41. God, Love, the Universe, and Everything (GLUE!), ("the force" binds everything together, said obi juan ken noby), 42. You, the reader (follower?), 43. CMB: chatrooms and message boards (free education!, like Computers And Librarians at CAL).

Other statements of values, from my youth, include: 

On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country to obey the scout law to keep myself physically strong mentally awake and morally straight.   Be prepared.   Do a good turn daily.  Be a man for others.  Love thy neighbor.  Love all serve all.  

     Take it or leave it.

What is human nature, and why do religions and gods exist?  People are people.  Sometimes we’re gods.   Sometimes we’re demons, or devils, or subhumans, or animals, or things.  I like to be all of the above.   Fully human, as I see it.  Not evil - just fully alive and engaged.   When I watch movies, I enter into them, as any role.   Sometimes I take these roles home with me.  But I know who I am, and like myself, my identity, my mind, my body, my heart and soul, as it were.  I am kind.  The bible says, Only God is good.   Seems to mean, All people are bad.  Everyone wants to go to heaven, and heaven is generally conceived as God’s reward for virtue.  What if people are people, and everybody is the same?  Anybody can be anything.  God is a man of war.   So God is a person.  War is bad?  Love the sinner, hate the sin.  People are bodies.   Bodies are not evil.  Actions are, and the decisions to make those actions.  But sin doesn't exist.   Only crime does.   Different people have different "god's laws."  One man's trash is another's treasure.   One's virtue, another's vice.  And some people have really TWISTED "virtues."    So the God thing, the God project, the purpose of religion, is to mold and change flawed human beings into an ideal type (“God”).   I say, be yourself, but be happy, be good, and be your own god, with a little help from your friends (gods, as well?).   Amen.

Depravity is sin at the extreme evil end of the spectrum.   Things like abduction, and false imprisonment, and savage beatings, and enslavement, and violent rape, and torture, and thrill-killing murders, and cannibalism.  Cruelty of any kind is deeply immoral, in my book.  I’m a hypocrite, but I believe meat is murder.  The enjoyment I get from eating meat outweighs any moral qualms I might have about animal suffering.  But I’m not about to start eating babies.   Starting wars is depraved and mass murder or serial-killing is not acceptable, by any means.  We’ve all wanted to.  At least, I’ve been there.  But live and let live.   We all have to live with each other. 


Reality bites.   Reality is all the God there ever is.  Reality is the only word in the English language that should always be used in quotes.  Keep it real.   Omg.   Omni.   Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent. Omnibenevolent.   Oblivion.  Death.  ∞.  Always.   Much 'ado' about nothing.  No hell, ever.  No one lives forever.  Everybody hurts, sometimes.

    One final note on Hell:  All things are impermanent.  I believe this.  But pain exists.  Neurons exist.  What if immortality exists?  An immortal with neuropathy sounds like an actual hell.  When I said God bless hell, I actually meant/mean, the concept is useful, the word is just a sound, and the fear of a perceived threat makes society better, I suppose.  But God in his infinite mercy would never create such a thing.   Eternal suffering is the opposite of Virtue and Compassion.   God loves us.  All of us.  God bless.  Although the oceans might not be that fun, with all that predation (constant threat/fear?), one might suppose.  "sewers emptying into hell".   The crux is, do fish have feelings, feel pain, anxiety?  Do they suffer?  Is the ocean a giant hell?  Some sources say yes, others no.   Maybe some fish do, others don't?   Do fish hooks hurt?

     A final note on Heaven:  Theoretical, unless just Happiness.    Some kind of mix of Love, Heroin, Chocolate, and Roller-coasters, with Immortality, Meditation, Restaurants, Libraries, Superpowers, and a Star Trek Holodeck thrown into the mix.   Maybe omniscience (om-niss-int! or om-nish-shint) and Eternally thriving vitality: not just alive, but Alive!  Pump you up :-)


Retarded genius.   Created creator.  Loving hater.  Joyful depressive.  Truthful liar.   In heaven in hell.   In hell in heaven.   Yada yada.   Real unreal.   Unreal real.  Nothing is real.  Nothing to get hung about.  Strawberry Fields forever. 


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