Humility and understanding

Self worship and constant comparison to others is a sign of a low self esteem. I love the people in my life who have shown me the difference between an honest self appraisal that nets true self confidence and an honest focus and what is spiritual bypassing through ego worship.  I do also love the people in my life who have chosen that latter path. I feel for them in that one day the wake up is coming. When the circle of self approval is gone a.k.a. enablers it might be a hard crash. Learn to love yourself in absolute honesty is my advice and warning. Hopefully that will happen or hopefully when you fall those with kind souls will be there to love you for who you truly are.

The Curse of the New Age Movement


Happy for ya

Lately a lot has been going on in the media about minimum wage workers striking for 15.00 an hour. The backlash from the professional community has been staggeringly ugly. "Get an education like me!!" seems to be the gist of their argument.

This is so undeniably egotistical and self centric. I thought college educated people were supposed to be more intelligent and have a better grasp of this world. So, are you actually just plain stupid?

There's no need to flesh this out. Anyone with half a brain could flesh this out and understand why such a self based statement would be erroneous.

So, congratulations! Happy for ya, idiots. 


A few years ago I participated for the 2nd time in the Cannabis Crusade march in Austin. I was befuddled by the seeming lack of turn out. I wondered why in a city like Austin not very many seemed to give a shit. What I was reminded of was Marley fest. See, here's the deal. Cops don't mess with people for smoking at Marley fest (not generally). The draw is obvious. But dude, we can smoke weed at that one.

I've also since come to be reminded of how volunteer organizations can turn into people politics nightmares. Suffice to say in every volunteer organization there exists the possibility of those seeking power. Why? I've never been sure because my own motivations in volunteering or standing up have always been for a greater good. This isn't always what motivates people in benevolent causes. Sometimes volunteer organizations can be hotbeds of  backtalk, power grabs, and just plain mean spiritedness and squabbling when things break down. Divide and conquer. I have no personal knowledge but little birds fly slightly north from time to time and I get a scoop in my hermit home in the boonies.

I also saw examples of this a few months ago in meeting up with some volunteers who are part of a larger cultural group that goes to the desert and burns shit once a year. We were helping to fix up some land and also helping to prepare for an upcoming regional. I've never been to the desert to burn shit. I've never been to the lil' campout where they burn shit. I'm a free agent and do my best to not claim any larger group identity. I hate those personality monikers greatly as they tend to devalue the core of a person in favor of a larger stereotype.

That said I got to watch a power struggle.   I learned just a little about how that reckless band of wiley radically self expressive peoples actually is quite regimented. I say a little because I pursued no further. I was supposed to go to the lil flashy lights and naked people campout to burn shit but the roof of my house had a cave in the 2nd volunteer weekend. I couldn't afford to go proper (I don't like going to anything with nothing but my * in my hands even though I'm sure it would be appreciated there.)

At present the contacts I made really aren't saying much to me. I suppose it has to do with a) I'm a 'hippie' (mostly because I'm not fond of guzzling whiskey). b) I got kind of buzzed and sent them all a message saying they reminded me of the garden club arguing over whether to have crumpets or biscuits but in profane words. This though made me new friends in the same community.I find this funny. Let's use the hippie as cannon fodder.

This is all said really in light jest because I have yet to get far south to the beach and meet up with some other people that go burn shit but also are doing (from what I read and see in pics) a tremendous job of working with, gasp, local authorities in adopting and doing a massive clean up of one of Texas' most prized beacheads. That impresses me. Throwing parties is easy. Getting people to do something greater isn't.

At any rate I have no idea why I wrote this entry except that I was reading over past posts and saw the one lamenting non involvement with the Cannabis Crusade. That's how it goes. I ramble sometimes and sometimes it might make sense. 



So the elves are screwing with me today. They are teaching me to pay attention to detail.  The only word left on the lump of paper and lint ... "Grand". Yes, I washed three weekly grand tickets without scratching them and I'll never know. I did that with a DC powerball ticket once too, worth 80 million, or could've been. I don't know. Check your pockets.

Ever found a sandbur in your stash? I just did stuck to my finger. I'd put my garden gloves next to the grind bowl. Watch the little things and remember where you're at.

When you pop your shoes off after work make sure one doesn't zing across the room and knock the coffee cup (left half full from rushing out the door to go to work) all over the wall. Wet shoe and spontaneous art. I kinda liked this one actually. But, clean up the clutter.

Little know fact:

Prior to the original Desert Storm invasion a "psy ops" campaign was waged. Most have some screwy Hollywood idea of this term. There were no mutants. Just a bunch of people trying to figure out ways to mindfuck other people without any super duper 'psy' abilities. Nope, just average intillectuals who could not read each others minds verbatim.

Great idea; leaflets. Drop them from planes. Not original but it works.

Iterations 1-9: background: various imagery of death machines. Boats, planes, tanks, big guns, skulls and shit.

The words:


So, that was sent to the language and graphics department. They made some leaflets. They made lots of leaflets besides this one. This one got a print of 10 each iterations 1-9. 90 at the end of the run.

A copy of all were kept on file and the chief went to look at them.

By the time the guy got to the loading dock the box was gone. Efficient m'fkrs. So, the box was gone and the leaflets were in a plane. The plane dropped them all over the place over there.

Somewhere in the world someone might be reading a mis-print.




Someday on Ebay.


Lemon Balm

 Relaxing on a Saturday evening. Breaking up the Lemon Balm is a rather chill activity. Seeds to be sown later, stems in the sun tea, leaves in the tea and in the pipe. Very nice.
 fresh from the garden.
Seeds to be sown back and stems for the sun tea.




I hope I can make it to the psybbq next weekend in Austin. 'Sunshrine' in master Robs backyard. Good munchies, good tunes, and good vibes all around will be had I'm sure. I just have to get the new trip ship up to snuff. I have a truck now.

On other fronts: friends making a massive fam move to Colorado. I d/k if Colorado is ready for what amounts to the Brady bunch on acid. Then again, nevermind. I'm sure Colorado is ready for that.

.... and a phone call. blue dreams, gotta haul ass.


Enjoyable afternoon on a Sunday in Texas listening to Suomi on PsyTube
Do not resist, it is no use



Tuesday Morning thought thing

Cuss Box: .25 everytime you spout that foul mouthed garbage. Teaching children for a long time that money can buy you happiness and the freedom to say what you want. I got a dollar.





The brief rain has been good.