Satan & Satana surveyed the special circle of Hell reserved for Christians. Yes, all of them, every last one. The blatant hypocrites fell down the Gone to Hell Chute, but the ones who didn’t shriek out against the insidiously vicious hypocrisies became Hell Dwellers as well. .. .. Satana sighed. “All religions enslave and enslaver the mind, the heart,” she said as she nuzzled Satan’s red, leathery ear, “but seeing as we get the refuse from all over the Dimension, I’m still agogagog at how poisonous the faux-holy Christians became after they made their cursed pact with Power." .. ..   more »

There is the Golden Mean, a pleasing & harmonious proportionality. There is our Obsidian Mean, a pleasing and reckless splash in the sea of ebullient chaos and returning, so far, to the Shores of Reason with barracudas of odd truth.   more »

Please, as you would ask your spouse, How was your day? -- in the morning, set your alarm 1/2 an hour early for a mutual muse and ask her/him How were your dreams last night? We are ineluctably involved in a larger, very multi-faceted consciousness & it's time for us learn all our capacities. .. .. Similarly you can ask your child at breakfast, How was your night at school? They are learning every night from a fabulous reservoir of cosmic experience, and if you attend to their TV & Books & Music, why aren't you attending to their Dreaming? (Tho, of course, they are unlikely to be 'kids' in their dreams!!)   more »

We will come to see that our greatest national emergency and urgency is getting our nation wi-fied and laptopped. The WiLap Project. .. .. The WiLap – WiFi & Laptops – Project is the Manhattan Project; the Moon Shot; the Interstate Highway System; and the Tennessee Valley Electrification of our own time. .. ..    more »

So, our thoughts, fantasies, & all other perceptions including memories and memories of memories & so4th careen around the multiverse invisible to most folks in our k1 persistent kinesthetic dimension. These exotic existants ‘weigh’ lots less than any feather, but there are so many of them, they add up. Cf that one grain of sand ain’t much (except to me 'n Blake), but a lot of these nano-boulders is a beach – stuff adds up. .. .. I had never thought of being yet meaner to BushCo Ilk. I have been an Irony Extremist, but not simply meaner. As we can grok above, there’s plenty of Room if I want to add that reality. Maybe I can do a High Noon showdown with our Executive Pipsqueak? Or put him through the Fargo leaf chopper & feed the mince of him to the poor dying frogs – amphibian instant kyoto karma? .. ..   more »

Why am I so nice, sensible, strategic? It’s driving me nuts. .. .. I had the dream with George Bush I told you about where OtherLand-I was so much more civil and diplomatic and, yes, wiser, than DayLand-I am about the loathsome Present Menaces. DayLand-I hate that odious-they are rapaciously aforethought stealing from pleasant dear ordinary people. (The mantra: $820,000 per minute/Military Budget; additional $200,000 per minute.) .. ..   more »

From now & henceforth, inculcating this claptrap crap upon the unsullied young will be considered child abuse – leave their beauty-able, wonder-able minds alone. Sniff, snort, or exhort that JC drug & you get a scarlet J tattooed on your intoxinicated, lethal forehead so we can know to shun your non-happy-heathen rump. .. .. Instead, lie down on the ground and lay your cheek against the precious dirt of Earth & utter not a sound. True awe is unspeakable & leaves you speechless. .. ..    more »

I’m interested in following my shapeshifting Perception Beast forth & back across the border from DayLand to OtherLand. I am a perception addict. The kaleidoscopic infinitude depends on being deftly intent all the time .. .. .   more »

We’re all intestine-casings, nada mas, nada menos – ICs, that’s we. Fancyish perhaps, but intestine-casings nonetheless. So there’s not so much to get huffed up + puffed up about. Intestine Cases, crawling, winging, galloping, strolling, hopping, slinking, finning, tangoing – it’s all a fancy dress ball for the kissable, &, for most, the not-so-kissable ends of the churning, peristalsizing digestive tract .. ..    more »