Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Night!
friday before last, my brother ended up in the emergency room with his front teeth broken and forehead smashed.
he has subsequently decided to move in with a friend in another town who is supposedly also sobering up... i pray that this has been a wake-up call to him; for if this is not enough to snap him out of it, i cannot imagine what trauma he will have to experience in order to pull out of this downward spiral.
i have been thinking for some time that if he could just find a 'peak experience' that did not depend on drugs, then he might be able to improve his life conditions.
although ultimately, i must agree with my friend who reminded me that we should not judge one another by what goes into one's body, but by what comes out of it...
however, the black market has a way of contaminating its goods so that eventually, people get killed indiscriminately.
some of you may remember that when my brother moved in with us, our cat, Tiny passed away...
:::ubiquitous assimilation::: has a strange way of creating synchronicities...
a baby is born and another is on the way... while more and more people are dying...
i can only continue to chant the covenant of survival:
"some must die so others may live!"
is it just a coincidence?
or is it something MORE?
...read the book!
...see the movies!
...eat the breakfast cereal!
...collect the action figures!
...don't be the last one on your block!
meanwhile, buddhalotus and i went to flipside last weekend, and our trip was oddly stressful at first.
the greeter station was understaffed during our shift, which tells me that i just need to make more of an effort to get people involved before hand next year!
by the evening of the burn, the mood had definitely improved.
after the burn, we met a young lady from denton, named terra firma, who was kind enough to wrap me up in cellophane, but didn't manage to get any contact info for her before she disappeared... talking with her reminded me how flipside really does provide a transformative experience.
here's a picture of me in the procession... i'm the one in the kilt, with my arm outstretched during a refrain in the rhythm!
the kechak (monkey chant) and gamelan (gong orchestra) troop from sf were a crucial element of the burn, and i wish that i had been able to speak with them more... oh well, i guess it's time to just take a trip to bali, myself?
he has subsequently decided to move in with a friend in another town who is supposedly also sobering up... i pray that this has been a wake-up call to him; for if this is not enough to snap him out of it, i cannot imagine what trauma he will have to experience in order to pull out of this downward spiral.
i have been thinking for some time that if he could just find a 'peak experience' that did not depend on drugs, then he might be able to improve his life conditions.
although ultimately, i must agree with my friend who reminded me that we should not judge one another by what goes into one's body, but by what comes out of it...
however, the black market has a way of contaminating its goods so that eventually, people get killed indiscriminately.
some of you may remember that when my brother moved in with us, our cat, Tiny passed away...
:::ubiquitous assimilation::: has a strange way of creating synchronicities...
a baby is born and another is on the way... while more and more people are dying...
i can only continue to chant the covenant of survival:
"some must die so others may live!"
is it just a coincidence?
or is it something MORE?
...read the book!
...see the movies!
...eat the breakfast cereal!
...collect the action figures!
...don't be the last one on your block!
meanwhile, buddhalotus and i went to flipside last weekend, and our trip was oddly stressful at first.
the greeter station was understaffed during our shift, which tells me that i just need to make more of an effort to get people involved before hand next year!
by the evening of the burn, the mood had definitely improved.
after the burn, we met a young lady from denton, named terra firma, who was kind enough to wrap me up in cellophane, but didn't manage to get any contact info for her before she disappeared... talking with her reminded me how flipside really does provide a transformative experience.
here's a picture of me in the procession... i'm the one in the kilt, with my arm outstretched during a refrain in the rhythm!
the kechak (monkey chant) and gamelan (gong orchestra) troop from sf were a crucial element of the burn, and i wish that i had been able to speak with them more... oh well, i guess it's time to just take a trip to bali, myself?