The Astrologer & The Tarot on the 2016 Election
The Astrologer & The Tarot Reader went to lunch and used their mystic sciences to investigate the American election of Clinton vs. Trump. Both had preconceptions of the candidates. The Astrologer didn’t trust either candidate and the Tarot Reader was reluctantly for Clinton. One used an Astrology app on his phone and the other brought a “TAROT of the WITCHES” deck.
The Astrologer said both candidates were products of their charts; Clinton chart showed she was not changeable, a hard headed woman who would not change her mind and would use any means to get her way.
Trump was just the opposite; he would alter his beliefs like a ball on a roulette wheel and, no matter where it stopped, would start another spin immediately. The only thing he could be trusted on was to not hold steady and would change his mind, making him look like a perpetual liar.
In choosing between the two, the Astrologer favored Trump even though he admitted he was untrustworthy and possibly a horror. He believed even holding Clinton’s feet to public resistance would not alter her path. Green was his choice even though he knew she couldn’t win and was then giving Trump a vote in close PA.
The Tarot Reader laid out 10 cards from only the Major Arcana (universal cards) and laid them out on “The Tree of Life” positions from the Kabbala which allows the mystic science of Numerology equal sway; position means as much as the face on the card. The cards favored Clinton pretty much from the get go. All the major positions were female cards from The Empress to The High Priestess.
Given that he was going to vote all BLUE anyway, he wondered if his preference was tipping the cards but he had made the Astrologer cut the deck to even out the influences. The final card was “Judgement” which left it debatable whether the Judgement would be good or bad and for whom. The Reader thought Clinton would win, but there would be a test for America to hold her to a liberal agenda and not her wealthy, powerful supporters who worship money and inequality.
As the Chinese curse says, we live in interesting times!
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Friday, May 9, 2014
THERE & BACK
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THERE
& BACK
I
have been exploring “through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunless
sea”
for the source of all thoughts.
ENLIGHTENMENT
is the path of a grain of sand becoming EVERYTHING!
When
contemplating my pre destined enlightenment; and what is enlightenment but a
point of view, a place to observe from, simply an attitude towards life and its
ups and downs, going in circles, repeating the same crap over and over and
there is no escape from this hell except death: AND THAT IS WHY ALL MYSTICS
DIE BEFORE DEATH!!! And all achieved "A HAPPY ENDING", Peace in
Our Time.
This
was my path to peace. It was all mental, guided by an unceasing,
invisible presence that I projected inside my teddy bear, my secret confidant,
who new all my gripes and joys, and gave loving, soothing council. He disappeared one day, thrown away by
unsympathetic adults, and I'd been on my own ever since; until I was writing a
film script and MY TEDDY BEAR returned!! INVISIBLE NOW! Over my
shoulder! Cracking those wise, aside jokes, kidding what I was doing!!
A real Kibbutzer, a wise guy, a topper who always gets the last word!
“The
Football Follies” was a great success and I managed not to brand it as my own,
the truth being I was an instrument, a puppet, following specific guidance.
I later discovered what MY TEDDY BEAR's real name was, and our
relationship both personally and tribally became evident; however, to all HIS
fans out there, HE is our Brother, not our FATHER, but HE speaks for GOD and
dictated a cheap correspondence course called “A COURSE IN MIRACLES”, a post
graduate course in coping with a simple recipe for Peace by mixing forgiveness
with an evolving TRUST in the CHEF.
JESUS
has a phenomenal SENSE OF HUMOR!!! Well, you could say, if humor is present,
part of life, then HE created it! That's why I know The New Testament is
edited. Where's the humor? 13 Jews hanging out for 3 years and
there are no jokes? Baloney! For all the Light shed, there had to be
some Dark humor (that some ancient editor was guided to squelch, jokes ending
up on a sanctified monastery floor.)
Definitely, a cover up!
That
experience of being helped by an interior guide made me question who was really
in charge here and confirmed Captain Ahab’s wise reflections before his showdown
with his fate-full friend, Moby Dick:
“I
so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself all the time; recklessly
making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much
as dare?
“Is
Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who
that lifts this arm? But if the
great sun move not of himself; but is as some errand-boy in heaven; nor one
single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one
small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating,
does that thinking, does that living, and not I.”
So
Ahab argues all take credit for The Creator’s Creations. Thanks Mr. Melville for “Moby Dick”,
but Walt Whitman puts artists in their place. On being a poet, humble Whitman said he was like a harp on a
mountaintop, and the winds of heaven blew through him and IT’s music cascaded
down into the valley. Walt was a
harp, an instrument, not the composer.
As Melville might say: “God
wrote ‘It’, not I!”
Even
this?
Those
were dark days without my Teddy Bear.
My 1st brush with religion came when I was 5 and my Mom took
me to a Temple in Flatbush. The
service was in Hebrew and I didn’t understand a word spoken and I got really
pissed that they sent me into this foreign land without an interpreter!
I
never warmed to Judaism, never took off for their holidays and never declared
that I was “one of them!” No bar
mitzvah for this Yid!
Fortunately Dad’s side of the family were outlaws who could care less
for any laws including NO BACON!
I
tried to go to Hebrew School afternoons after public school but the teachers
kept beating me up with my parents’ permission. See, I had this double edged gift, I was a child
prodigy with a rapier wit which amused my amoral family at home but angered
teachers, both public and Hebrew, when a word or two from the cheap seats would
break up the class.
In
public school, they hid corporal punishment; in private Hebrew, they could
blast away publicly. I was
addicted; the laughter was applause and I couldn’t stop wisecracking and being
beaten.
Also,
my Brother, Mother & Father at home, routinely beat me. I was the dog everyone kicked.
I
never lasted long enough in Hebrew School to be Bar Mitzvahed, the ceremony at
13 that marks you a man. I didn’t
want to be a Jew anyway. We must
be terrible otherwise why would Hitler and so many others through history want
to exterminate us?
I
thought I had escaped detection but at lunch with my football teammates one
day, a Jewish holiday question came up and they turned to me. They all knew! I thought I had hidden “IT”. I was outed as a Jew who knew nothing,
even his TRADITIONS!
I
had no other religious exposure until I went to a Lutheran college and
scholastic courses in religion were required and taught by top scholars. One nugget I took with me was the
explanation of what the word CHRIST stands for: it’s a Greek word for the
Children of God United. JESUS is
the prototype of what each one of us is capable of attaining in these
lifetimes. HE is 1st
among EQUALS.
Back
to enlightenment and Peace. The return of My Inner Teddy Bear inspired me
to seek smarts outside of talking to an imaginary friend within. A wise
soul-mate gave me an anthology on Sufis, kind of a fly over of their philosophy
and some of their great works and workers. I discovered I was already one
of them, a NATURAL. It was like
looking into a mirror and seeing my SOUL for the 1st time. I had found my mental and spiritual
home. Where were they on earth?
I
was living in NY, working as a free-lance filmmaker, and found a Sufi
meeting/service on a Sunday morning; so at 33, my official Sufi life began.
Sufi
dancing? Think of going to church
and spending most of the time dancing and singing songs and chants of all
religions with a brief brake for “secrets of the Sufis” (everything’s
vibrations-science’s just catching up), and then there was that “ROSE DANCE”
where my heart burst open and warm tomato soup seemed to be flowing down my
chest and my love canal opened!
I
asked the Sheikh to become a mureed, a student, with the full understanding
that I was free not to become a Muslim and I could remain a Jew without a
religion like most Jews who celebrate one victory over their bosses, the
Egyptians, and keep harking on it and avoiding the MASTODON named JESUS.
Jews
go on and on about Moses and their 10 Laws: The First is the only real law;
surrender to God or “your goose will be cooked and eaten to the bone!” The 9
others are a psychological HAIR SHIRT that constantly manufactures guilt
through fear of breaking impossible, double-edged laws.
Then
there is the denial of JESUS as The Jewish Messiah. Check out the 22nd Psalm, written by King David
(thousands of years before JESUS), about a guy who was hung on a cross and
cried out “Why hast THOU forsaken me?”
His garments were gambled for (sounding familiar?) and HE ends up
praising GOD. The crucifixion of
JESUS fulfils the description/prophecy of the 22nd Psalm. Accept JESUS, Brothers, and explore HIS
Wisdom and Love without having to pay for a building fund.
All
right, I have to come clean about my “thing” about Jesus and Simon-Peter. Being a Jew raised in a Lutheran
stronghold/community (I can swear in PA Dutch!) I heard for the 1st
time in public school readings every morning from The New Testament about this
guy named Jesus and his great henchman called Simon-Peter—I made the “Simon”
connection, as if somehow I could be a henchman to Jesus, like Tonto was to The
Lone Ranger! Silly Dream.
And
then there was “the incident”. I
was sitting on the floor in kindergarten and a male called my name, ”Simon”,
from behind me. When I quickly
turned, there was no one there but an everlasting memory that HE called me
gently, knowingly, fully; like HE knew ME. Maybe it was my buddy, Dave, who was 6 years older than me
but there was no one there and no one else turned to hear a stranger clearly
calling my name. In scholastic
religious circles that’s known as a “calling”, a “vocation”.
Somehow
my father instinctively knew my connection to JESUS: I was the moral pain in everyone’s ass with my quick wit,
which emasculated men and disillusioned women. My Dad would come to the mostly Jews defense by demeaning me
in a friendly way, “Ignore him, his feet stink and he believes in Jesus!” Of course he was right on both counts!
Despite
the real blood, the real sweat, and the real TERROR, I love and respected KING
BENNY, my 2nd hero. His
Dad was my first.
By
the time I was 9, I had come up with a theory about the nature of this universe
that I discovered myself dumped into.
I was the only person really alive 24 hours a day and everyone else was
not real like me; they were just marionettes, puppets, hung up in some closet
and only brought out of the closet when they had to “swell a scene or two” in my life.
I
lived in a narrow corridor that was real but every thing, the planet, the
bodies, whatever! were just extras in my movie. I was alone and abandoned. And I sucked at intimate
relationships. Nothing was real.
I
was “A LONE RANGER”
“Don’t mess with me stranger, / I’m a
Lone Ranger.
My
gun is never for hire. /I play it
strictly alone, Cause I’m only tough on my own.
So
stay out, stay out of my line of fire!
“Don’t
mess with me stranger/ I’m a Lone Ranger.
Sad
eyes just raise me a grin/. Rescue
yourself, I don’t care./ Dreams take all the time I can spare./
My
guns shoot silvery light/ Cause shadows are all that I fight./ I’m stuck in this skin that I’m in!
“Don’t
mess with me, Stranger. / I’m a Lone Ranger.
Lies
are my legends of daring!/ Heroes are made out of popcorn!/ They burst through there shells to be
born!/ Someday I might love and be
sharing, /
But
right now I wear a mask, the Mask of Not Caring!/ Don’t ever ask, always I’ll wear this mask./ Always I’ll be
a Lone Ranger!/ Someday, Someday,
I might love and be sharing, but right now,/I wear this mask, the mask of not
caring. Of not caring.
That
was a song I wrote with Earl Robinson for an unsold screenplay but mirrors
where my head was at growing up. I
was an Agnostic, someone who didn’t know or not know about God; a safe, neutral
position while professionally, I was focused on “charging the canon’s mouth for
bubble reputation” with a couple of Emmys and honors from museums.
So
back to the Sufis and my enlistment.
A Sufi name is given to a new student, a name whose “vibrations” are
said to infect and transform.
Imagine
the hairs on the back of my head rising as the Sheikh gave me my Sufi name,
“Simon-Peter” and heaven sang, or at least that part of heaven that’s in
me. I could arise from my skeptical
stance and bask in my coronation.
I am JESUS’ henchman! Watch out!!
HE IS THE KIBBUTZER!!!
So am I.
After
I had displayed continued interest in singing and dancing my heart away, I was
assigned a mentor who questioned me on my readings of Hazrat Inayat Khan, the
Master who founded The Sufi Order of the West. My Mentor, Ezra Winston, was a pupil of Hazrat’s and
appreciated my take on the Master’s teachings, and, before I knew it, Hazrat’s
son, Pir Vilayat Khan, ordained me Reverend Simon-Peter! And he said it stuck forever.
What
did I learn from Sufism in NY? I
started as an agnostic, not knowing, and ended up an ordained reverend, someone
who KNEW. There is a
practice in 12 Step Programs called “AS IF” which means, even if you don’t
believe in GOD or a HIGHER POWER, operate “as if” GOD was real and able to help
us through life’s challenges. I
believed in God but had not experienced THE FAITH THAT KNOWS.
For
a while, I conducted a Sunday morning service in NY; and then, an attractive
job offer came from DC, so I worked in the nation’s capital for a year with
little contact with the DC Sufis.
I wasn’t really serious about spiritual practices, I was a Natural and
that was reflected in my work.
Long before I had become a Sufi Whirling Dervish, I had created a NFL
football ballet, “The Headcracker Suite”.
I
was thirsty for more metaphysics in DC and took the Scientology introductory
course, but when I had to confess to a stranger the most dreadful thing I’d
ever done, and who I wouldn’t want to know about “my sin”. I said I masturbated and didn’t want my
boss to know that about me.
Perfect setup for blackmail; so, using due diligence, next time I saw my
boss in the hall, I told him that I masturbated. Free at last!
One
of my coworkers in DC went from being shallow to being deep overnight and he
invited me to an est training graduation.
The people were ballistic with joy and relief, they could now pee
unrestrictedly. It was cheap, 2
weekends and transformation was possible.
I’d seen it work in that coworker!
My
father had died 15 years before my est training. I never mourned him, in fact,
hated him, but I rediscovered a memory at the training from when I was a child
in his arms in the surf at Coney Island.
I’d never felt so secure. I
couldn’t swim but he was that person who went deeper into that ocean than
anyone else, and, from that royal position, looked back upon us all and
relished the spectacle. King
Benny! My est training opened me to forgive my
father so that eventually, 50 years later, I cried uncontrollably at his grave.
Fortune
or misfortune found me in LA, fired but inspired by visits to psychics on both
coasts that LA would be “the land where all of my dreams would come true” and
they did, although one looked more like a 30 year Beloved Nightmare named
Kelly.
I
met a fellow seeker at an est event, Patrick O’Flynn, Sr., who had just been
fired too (from his own company!)
who was doing this home study course in metaphysics, spiritual stuff,
that took a year to complete and it was called ”A COURSE IN MIRACLES” and it
has delivered for many years.
We
became close, unemployed friends, learning to do nothing gracefully and we
talked about God for 3 years everyday.
Sr. called it “the conversation about God” and we found an old friend in
”A COURSE IN MIRACLES”; JESUS, HIMSELF, dictated it to a Jewish woman in NY (He
kept it tribal).
Patrick
started 33 lessons ahead of me but we one-a-day-ed it for a year. Halfway through, Patrick was in the hot
tub and, like a stroke of lightning; he became ENLIGHTENED and started pouring
wisdom out of every pore of his body.
I was the Sufi Reverend but Patrick was “in the spirit”.
The
“Course” has 3 parts; a workbook of 365 one per day mental exercises and takes
a year to complete. There is a 700
page “TEXT” that I read every word and didn’t understand one word. Thank God, I found my Cliff Notes for
the “TEXT” in the 2 volumes by Gary R. Renard, but WARNING! There are spooks.
The
3rd book, “The Teacher’s Manuel”, is a measuring stick of how well
you’re practicing “Trusting God” in your everyday life. Want to get to Carnegie Hall? ,
Practice! Same thing with
enlightenment, PRACTICE! Ups
and downs are perfect practice.
Your
life becomes a lab to apply your new attitude to every day stuff. You graduate, and, like any graduation,
you’ve still got mountains to climb and ditches to avoid or get out of, but you
have a new tool to extricate Your Self from yourself.
The
“COURSE” answers the basic questions; Who am I and Where am I? I am a Child of God, like you, and
we’re learning to take over the family business of running the universe with
the rest of us God Kids. Neither
of those answers is believable because they speak of our united spirit, Our
Oneness, and not our separate bodies of animal, vegetable or mineral.
The
“COURSE” suggests that we are not our bodies, these human vehicles we use for
living on a space ship circling through space around a circling sun. When we leave the spaceship, we don’t
take our Rovers with us. They are
buried or burned or fed to nature’s clean up squad. Nothing here is permanent,
especially our human vehicles. The
spirit within is permanent and is who WE really are.
Not
only am I not a body, I am free to choose my daily bread from what’s available
(gluten free?). And if The
All-Powerful God, like Ahab says, DOES EVERYTHING, then we’re not to blame for
whatever you or I did, so we all get endless forgiveness (JESUS Knew This On
The Cross!). I discovered all my
temptations have led me not to evil but to ILLUMINATION, ENLIGHTENMENT. I am so blessed and so are you, when
you waken.
If
that last paragraph sounds like The Lord’s Prayer, I stole it from THE AUTHOR
of “A COURSE IN MIRACLES”: JESUS dictated ‘THE COURSE” to a Jewish Psychology
Professor, Helen Schucman, in NY in the 1970s.
The
last lesson has been my mantra since 1984: “This Holy Instant would I give to
YOU. Be YOU in charge. For I would follow YOU, certain that
YOUR direction gives me Peace.” If
there is an All-Powerful GOD, then everything is EXACTLY the way GOD wants it
to be at every moment; so TRUST and TOTAL SURRENDER are actually
appropriate. I am following the 1st
Commandment.
How
this TRUTH carries through in my everyday life is by forgiving everything by
putting all judgments of blame or praise onto God; if blame, wait for further
developments; If praise, THANK GOD WILDLY! Somebody CARES for ME!
Patrick
O’Flynn, Sr. had been a bank vice president, a computer systems salesman to
major corporations and a failed Catholic wanna-be-priest with 3 kids. After his
enlightenment, he stopped shaving, getting haircuts, gave away his custom made suits and wore only
sweats and Birkies. Eventually
he returned to the church, became a lay teacher and hasn’t missed a mass in
over 25 years. I was a
“Homeless Guest” of Patrick’s wife, Barbara, for over a year.
My
best memory of Sr. was I had been to the east coast and made my film, “The War
Follies” based on the teachings of the “COURSE”, and returned to LA on a
cousin’s green handshake with a new camcorder and we sat on the hot tub and I
recorded a string of wisdom from Patrick.
My
favorite was about Who teaches Us?
Parents, teachers, friends, all tell us what to do. What we agree with, we do; what we
don’t, we find a way not to. Who
is the teacher? Who is the
Chooser? I am.
I
tried to spread the “GOOD NEWS”; a wealthy friend hired the Theosophic Hall in
Hollywood on Tuesday nights for several months but we didn’t draw a crowd. (Mom, I made it to Hollywood!!) Even
though homeless and sleeping on Patrick & Barbara’s floor, I
wangled/produced an half hour Public Access TV show in Santa Monica starring
Patrick as the all-wise one and me as the congenial host.
We
did 5 shows and then I wanted to bring the dog I was babysitting on the show
and Patrick refused to be on the same show with a dog. The dog was booked so I fired
Patrick. For good. I did around a dozen more half hour
shows on the metaphysics of the “COURSE”.
I occasionally dug ditches with wetbacks to have spending and gas
money.
According
to Hazrat Inayat Khan, enlightenment comes in 3 stages. First, we acquire knowledge through
some form of study (not necessarily academic), then we meditate/marinate on
what we discovered and finally understand it well enough to live IT, to share
IT, and to be IT. In fact, “IT” is
my new name for GOD, eliminates the male versus female stuff and opens neutral,
universal territory.
When
I returned to the east coast, I was homeless, jobless, destitute, but with a
new metaphysical (above the physical) philosophy of the world based on “The
COURSE”. For 7 years I was a
“Professional Homeless Guest”; strangers, old friends, new friends, all took me
in and I learned humility, gratefulness and TRUST in A HIGHER POWER from this
physical/spiritual trial.
I
went into the biggest film library in the world at that time, Sherman Grinberg
Film Library, with offices in NY, LA and London. I knew the NY manager, Bernie Shertok, from my days as a NY
filmmaker and showed him some of my pieces as a reporter and producer. He gave me the green light to make a
feature length movie using documentary footage from their vast worldwide
library.
I
love to test the JESUS statement that “The Kingdom Is At Hand” so I asked only
for a string of films/video on a shelf, “at hand”, in the main room. They were Paramount Newsreels from 1940
to 1957 and they became the actors in my DOCUMENTARY FICTION that I called “THE
WAR FOLLIES” because WW II was the big news of that time. I decided to look at war from a spiritual,
metaphysical perspective rather than the usual propagandistic cheerleading.
The
library covered all my expenses, which came to a whopping $1,000. A friend in Sparta, NJ, had an editing
system at home and let me use it and stay there for weeks at a time as I wrote,
narrated and edited the film.
Completed, no one wanted to buy it. Grinberg was sold and the new owners
would not honor a word of mouth contract even though Grinberg never charged me
for weeks of viewing, normally at $35/hour, and shelled out a $1,000 but Bernie
could have hidden that in petty cash.
I
was friends with the late Gil Cates; an Oscar Telecast Producer, Film Director
and Head of UCLA Film School. Gil
looked at “The War Follies” and told me to enter it into film festivals, but with
the rights not locked down, I couldn’t.
Bottom
line, that film saved my life. I
was depressed over the way my life was going, I needed something to chew on
while I was waiting to be fed a new life.
There were a few dark, gun moments.
In
the summer of 1988, my homelessness ended with a summer relief editor job at
ABC News in NY. I was back with
bucks. What followed was a
spiritual marination for 14 years while attending 12 Step Programs for
compulsive over eating and sexual anorexia. I wrote about the experience:
Intimate Strangers
I found a new family in
my 12-step program.
Brothers and sisters I
never knew,
Forgiving me
unconditionally.
Total Strangers who
tell each other the truth
Become a family of
Intimate Strangers,
Sinners who do not
throw stones.
We attend The 12 Step
Church
Our God has no name
except Higher Power
We believe Confession
purges the soul
And the Truth sets us
free.
In anonymous rooms we
Confess and are forgiven.
In anonymous rooms we
hear Confessions and forgive.
We hear of damage, we
hear of recovery, we learn of hope.
The anonymous rooms are
actually halls of mirrors,
Each one of us, a
mirror to the rest.
We are the many who are
one.
We are not alone,
We came to this
fellowship shameful liars.
The lies hid secrets
even from ourselves.
The Truth inspired
miraculous recoveries
Among this family of
Intimate Strangers.
Some have even become
Intimate Friends.
Love is not only a
possibility,
It is the very mortar
of our 12 Step Church.
Where open wounds are
closed,
Where closed worlds are
opened.
And where the Truth of
Intimate Strangers
Triumphs!
Back
home, free-lance editing, living in L.I.C., acting in a couple of off-off-off
Broadway plays, acting in a couple of short films, did some stand-up, some
poetry and always loving NY, my adopted city, until I saw those burning
buildings from my apartment window and working night and day, being part of the
messengers of doom, the news, and I burnt out too and was fired, Thank God!
I
sat around in Riverdale in the Bronx for a year, spending my savings, not
knowing what to do next. GOD
jumped right in with a heart attack: FOUR MINUTES OF FLAT LINE! I was dead for 4 minutes! 2 is bad! I was a math wiz! No more. Best
thing that ever happened, a sneak preview!
Killing
me was like sending a navy seal to infiltrate DEATH. AND RETURN. To
tell you all, to tell you what you’ve always suspected: there is no DEATH,
there’s just “a change of address” but your own consciousness moves with
you. Your inner self doesn’t miss
a beat whether you see lights, friends, whatever you experience, these
“returnees” all were conscious while they were supposedly DEAD. Yes, their bodies were dead,
flat-lined, but their consciousness was not!!!
So
I have no fear of DEATH; been there, done that; however, the fear of exactly
HOW one exits, is a fear few lose.
Fully
retired after the heart attack, finances forced me back home to a suburb of
Allentown, Emmaus,PA. I
re-discovered the writings of Hazrat Inayat Khan on the internet, but, on this
second reading, everything was being filtered through “The COURSE” via JESUS.
I
was harmonizing these 2 sources, saying daily prayers from each to center
myself, to push aside my ego (the sound I hear in my head, full of judgments
and worse case scenarios.) There
is also a listener inside me with a deeper, quieter voice that gets quite loud
if I seek it by focusing on the spirit within that we call THE SELF or GOD
WITHIN.
Hazrat
speaks of the importance of actually making up a “God Ideal”, someone to speak
to within and I had One already made: TEDDY BEAR JESUS! It is me, Kingasabe, your faithful
servant, Simon Peter!
THE
ZEN OF AUTO PARTS
Auto
parts are a lot like body parts, you got to have most of your parts or your
whole thing won’t run. So, I got
this job delivering auto parts to garages and auto repair shops in this semi
rural valley I was born and raised in.
Driving around my valley, I’m learning about nooks and crannies I had
heard of as a child but didn’t have a clue about their actual whereabouts.
Now
their location is of paramount importance. Some auto or truck is sick and the automotive doctors have
determined a replacement part is needed and I am driving quickly, safely, to
save a sick puppy. I am riding to
the rescue in my clown colored car to make two people happy: the vehicle’s
owner and the mechanic. I have a mission.
I am a happy servant.
I
use to complain that someone should make a car that never needed fixing.
Nothing is made to last! Planned
obsolescence I called it. Then I
looked in the mirror. Whoever
created this universe didn’t make anything to last. The automakers are only mirroring nature.
Part-time
auto parts delivering fits my retirement to a “T”. It greases my income, and gets me out into the world so that
I can swirl in its weather and play with everyone: even co-workers and
customers. I have a good time no
matter what the weather is physically, socially or financially. That’s what us retired guys should
do. Have a good time!
It’s
written in the Declaration of Independence, that stuff about the pursuit of
happiness. If you haven’t gotten
happy while sliding down your last slope; then, When? So it’s my constitutional duty to have a good time no matter
what the weather throws my way.
It’s
my solemn duty as a guy on the way out, to go out laughing, or, at least,
smiling. So, here’s my secret
recipe, given to me by the ancient sages of antiquity; it’s simply this:
Imagine having an All-Powerful Being to blame everything on! It’s not my fault or your fault that
the world is the way it is. It’s
that interfering, got to have it My Way, All-Powerful Thing. Shakespeare called it, a “Divinity that
shapes our ends, rough hew them how we may.”
I
send all my complaints to the Maker.
I also send my compliments.
I hope my objections are noted but rarely do I get things my way. I blame the All-Powerful Designer, wash
my thoughts of the whole matter and continue practicing happiness by being
happy with my lot, whether its full of lemons or auto parts.
I
get paid to look at Pennsylvania’s rolling hills in the bowels of this valley
that probably once was a seabed.
The autumn sunlight plays games with my sight, blinding me one moment
and then hiding for days, sending those misty tears we call clouds in the sun’s
place and making me yearn for the return of the light. But I love the balance, the harmony of
it all.
The
streets of my childhood are filled with friendly ghosts of my past superimposed
over the brief permanence of the present.
I feel the undertow of the world to come. I am a child of Providence delivering auto parts.
Simply,
Simon
Simply
Simon has taken more than one step backward and many forward. It’s a dance!
I
had an epiphany on THANKSGIVING 2013.
A Universal Holiday for the whole SPACESHIP (aka Earth). Every day is THANKSGIVING if you relish
what you’ve got and count your blessings instead of losses and you’ll fall into
eternity, counting your blessings.
Start by being grateful for breathing and take it from there. Remembering BEAUTY is the easiest
“work”.
I
now have a PEACE that is beyond understanding, surrendering and TRUSTING IN GOD
(by any name or none).
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
The Draft
THWARTED EXPECTATIONS is the name of the game called "The Draft".
Watching players you know MUST be on your team or you've "lost"
something you never had is a prescription for having a nervous weekend
on an up and down merry-go-round. Given it will take years to determine if the wage slaves won in this poker game are fantastic workers or busts, the emotional ride is manufactured joy and sorrow, "sound and fury, signifying nothing".
The same could be said of all sports activities, anything to distract
us from the ordinary. Manufactured Excitement is the name of all games. I will attempt to skip the "live" draft and wait for the glorious, endless debate
on who got what even before who got what has a chance to actually
play. Who says life isn't fun? We manufacture or own joy and sorrow
out of nothing.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Emailing Metaphysics
Somehow I think I should apologize for the preponderance of metaphysics that I have been posting on FB and emailing but that is my game, my sport, my Super Bowl. I FaceBooked this:
I have been sharing portions from "The Bowl Of Saki" by Hazrat Inayat Khan, the founder of the Sufi Order of the West because: "A person who, alone, has seen something beautiful, who has heard something harmonious, who has tasted something delicious, who has smelt something fragrant, may have enjoyed it, but not completely. The complete joy is in sharing one's joy with others. For the selfish one who enjoys himself and does not care for others, whether he enjoys things of the earth or things of heaven, his enjoyment is not complete. So it is only in this third stage that the following of the message is fulfilled, when a soul has heard and has pondered upon it, and has passed the same blessing on to others." HIK
If this stuff bores you, you have my permission to ignore it and you won't hurt my feelings. s,s
I have been sharing portions from "The Bowl Of Saki" by Hazrat Inayat Khan, the founder of the Sufi Order of the West because: "A person who, alone, has seen something beautiful, who has heard something harmonious, who has tasted something delicious, who has smelt something fragrant, may have enjoyed it, but not completely. The complete joy is in sharing one's joy with others. For the selfish one who enjoys himself and does not care for others, whether he enjoys things of the earth or things of heaven, his enjoyment is not complete. So it is only in this third stage that the following of the message is fulfilled, when a soul has heard and has pondered upon it, and has passed the same blessing on to others." HIK
If this stuff bores you, you have my permission to ignore it and you won't hurt my feelings. s,s
Coming Out
In honor of Ellen Page, Michael Sam and all those others who "came out", known or unknown to the world.
COMING OUT
My friend has left the room
To face some possible gloom.
The price One must pay?
What others will say,
But for Those who have courage of thought,
Their actions are what Their minds hath wrought.
Simply, Simon
COMING OUT
My friend has left the room
To face some possible gloom.
The price One must pay?
What others will say,
But for Those who have courage of thought,
Their actions are what Their minds hath wrought.
Simply, Simon
Email to Howard Katz, COO of NFL Films:
Email to Howard Katz, COO of NFL Films:
Hi Howard,
The last time I saw Steve Sabol in the hall at NFL Films, he greeted me loudly as "THE ORSON WELLES OF FOOTBALL FILMS!"
Just thinking that NFL Films would be remiss not to tell of my contributions to its success by creating "The Football Follies" and the ballet (both in MoMA) cornerstones of NFL Films' reputation that benefitted the whole league by countering public resistance, complaints of excessive violence in this newly emerging favorite sport. There were also other noteworthy pieces, especially the one starring my 6 yr. old son that is also in MoMA. I sent you my memoir, "Inside The Football Follies", that could be used as a guide. Then there's some of the work we did at ABC Sports and TWI.
There is also some real good video in my life outside the NFL: producing and writing multiple Emmy winning hour specials for Post-Newsweek TV on how CBS broadcasts football and Detroit's New Americans, weird TV feature reporter (couple of Redskins players swore they got high to watch my stuff), Emmy winning film editor at ABC Sports, Enlightened Poet who spent 7 years as a "homeless guest" in the 80s. His current "EKLEKTIK ELECTRIK" college radio show ranges from Spike Jones to Beethoven.
I think it's a great story. You may not and since NFL Films is now your sandbox Howard, I defer to you..
Simply, Simon
Hi Howard,
The last time I saw Steve Sabol in the hall at NFL Films, he greeted me loudly as "THE ORSON WELLES OF FOOTBALL FILMS!"
Just thinking that NFL Films would be remiss not to tell of my contributions to its success by creating "The Football Follies" and the ballet (both in MoMA) cornerstones of NFL Films' reputation that benefitted the whole league by countering public resistance, complaints of excessive violence in this newly emerging favorite sport. There were also other noteworthy pieces, especially the one starring my 6 yr. old son that is also in MoMA. I sent you my memoir, "Inside The Football Follies", that could be used as a guide. Then there's some of the work we did at ABC Sports and TWI.
There is also some real good video in my life outside the NFL: producing and writing multiple Emmy winning hour specials for Post-Newsweek TV on how CBS broadcasts football and Detroit's New Americans, weird TV feature reporter (couple of Redskins players swore they got high to watch my stuff), Emmy winning film editor at ABC Sports, Enlightened Poet who spent 7 years as a "homeless guest" in the 80s. His current "EKLEKTIK ELECTRIK" college radio show ranges from Spike Jones to Beethoven.
I think it's a great story. You may not and since NFL Films is now your sandbox Howard, I defer to you..
Simply, Simon
Thursday, May 2, 2013
"The War Follies"
"The War Follies" is my 90 minute satiric documentary on WW II that I made during my 7 years (it was biblical) as a "Homeless Guest". I fun house mirrored the movie experience of the 40s with a newsreel and a cartoon (music/poems) and a Feature Film featuring the beginning, the fighting and the aftermath of the War stressing equality and forgiveness.
The picture quality suffers from being many generations away from the original but I never got the money to complete post production. Some times this video stalled but patiently came around. Let me know if you have any problems. The address is https://vimeo.com/user1277282 for just "The War Follies" but clicking on my name takes you to other stuff, including the hour at MoMA.
The picture quality suffers from being many generations away from the original but I never got the money to complete post production. Some times this video stalled but patiently came around. Let me know if you have any problems. The address is https://vimeo.com/user1277282 for just "The War Follies" but clicking on my name takes you to other stuff, including the hour at MoMA.
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