Barking Bloggers

Its a sunny day in Olympia

Walking around Sylvester park, I walked past an older man, a bit disheveled, sitting on a large concrete block, singing out loudly, very disturbingly loud. To the point I walked further away from him as it was annoyingly bad singing.

The lyrics were not offensive. At least since I couldn't understand what he was singing, meant I wouldn't take offense. What caught my attention was how he belting out his song for attention. In trying to get attention: he was just being loud, just forcing out words. Not really paying attention to the truth that he wasn't saying anything constructive or meaningful at all.

It didn't make much difference, other than to push people away. Of course in this he sung louder, trying to get more contact.

I thought about him, since it reminded me about blogging, about how people preach so loudly in blog lines being chanted about. Perhaps he could have been a frustrated blogger :)

I know this isn't a very original post. a common complaint about blogging. In fact Donna had a great barking entry about this the other day. Which is why blogging probably came to mind as I walked by him.

Which comes back to the reason I wrote this post. One thing bloggers love to ponder and blog about is: why the hell do they blog to begin with?

I don't maintain this blog for preaching. Heavens knows that some might think I am preaching about Taoism... But instead in reality it comes down to that man in the park.

He was screaming song which I couldn't understand.

The point to blogging isn't to sing loudly so someone can hear you, No it's to understand what we say. When I write an entry it's because I am pondering or recording something for later consideration.

A blog entry being ideally written usually in a way for another person to understand the point of my writing effort. Since: if I can't write something so someone else can understand my point... then that also simply means I haven't taken the time to understand my own point for myself.

I felt sorry for that man singly loudly, since he couldn't hear his own song in trying to reach others, in hopes of eventually reaching himself...

The path of self acceptance can be a twisted strange affair bouncing between others and our own life...


Peace

Relationships

It's tempting to define life to relationships.

Live now:
Letting relationships flow...
To embrace around personal realities.

To do so, is to discover connections
that can move with and endure a lifetime...

Something which few people understand or accept.

In other words:

It's never about the Relationship
rather it's all about the Relationship.

Peace

Mimsy and Whimsy

This personal post is not about making sense .. so skip or don't try.

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noitcelfer --- yourself | now - - won| flesruoy --- reflection

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Digging a bit
Toss away attitude
Relax into the core

No stars are strewn across the path
Nor in the super nova of inner fires

At one moment wondering
Did you read this?
Smiling :)

Because: being so busted, you did...

Long gone now
Later and in dreams
across the gate.

To Find. ... , Personal realities...


I am finding myself on an ebb
of not reaching out to others for a while now.
So I am turning off,
not writing or splashing art about for a bit.
Simply floating in an Altered States, movie like reality.

Meditation
That's the new block buster movie to make:
"Lost in Meditation"
Just don't have Hollywood write your script
otherwise you will be stuck with Dr. Smith.

It's a time to chill in the heat
-> of a star's inferno <-
Obscured around the bend of a gravity well...
Generating, emanating, expanding out
from the black hole
in the middle of each of us.

I will be back
far far from now
to reach precisely back
as it all whiplashes around to... here.

Skip or don't try,
This is not anything
other than floating
aimlessly, peacefully, quietly
in one's own emotional ocean.

Peace

Acceptance

Everything I teach, everything I work towards: my actions and life... can be summarized as acceptance.

It's a powerful concept. In living to acceptance, by throwing away judgment and expectations, I have discovered that people respond in kind.

They accept me for who I am, in my own crazy way. So it's interesting when people refer to me, often always in terms of me. For example since I am leaving the job my boss said in a farewell statement to the staff:

His irreverent manner has forever infected the Olympia office with a healthy dose of, well, of Casey.

Or when my business partner uses terms like:

Well he is using Casey Logic.

I take this to mean, at least I am living as myself...

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In this a few interesting things pop out.

• Everything is absolutely the same, we are all a single being
  
  
• Every Thing is separate and absolutely itself
  
  
• All things including myself are partial reflections of each other.
  
  
• Everything I do is possible.
  
  Everything is possible except nothing at all...
  
  

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These overlaying visions have an interesting results and form the basis of my actions.

• It's always possible to connect and reach out, and make a difference.
• It's fine also to let another be themselves without interference as to do so is to be yourself truly...
• Risk and Acceptance go hand in hand as we climb along life.
  

It's just a matter of acting, trying and repeating till it works. Failure is not an option instead it's just a polishing stone for refinement.

Where am I going in all this?

Well while living to a life style of acceptance is powerful,

It's also strangely a hard path.

So many reject it unconsciously for something more comfortable, simpler, or more obvious. Also many people use pain and the other strange aspects of life to build such fantastic things, things which living a lifestyle of acceptance wouldn't necessarily lead to.

Taoism is not about making life easy, it's about acceptance. Acceptance still mixes in all aspects of your humanity to be experienced. Even the painful parts you must touch embrace and then let go of: in order to be whole at other times of living.

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It's spring, the cherry petals are in the air upon the wind.

It's evening, I am tired, bone tired... feeling cold memories of winter in the earth walking barefooted in the damp night.

Morning is soon to be here, and honestly I am not in the mood for it now.

At times, I embrace the pain.... for I am just simply myself...

It will shift around in time.

Peace

Magic

Being a magician is as simple as weaving a smile

I suppose this is the classic:
Turn a beautiful model into a tiger(or leopard) trick.

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My son Kendall is healing well and his wrists are almost fully mended. I have been thinking about Kendall since he is growing so fast, being at an age where he is really defining himself.

In yoga the other day: Kendall, Growth and the Empty Space all came into focus as I was in meditation upon the empty space.

How as a child we start as a seed.

A seed is packed with nutrients to grow out from. In our case the seed: "our Empty Space" is filled with our parents hopes, dreams and teachings... Giving a child a starting reference to grow from. At some point, a child begins to define themselves uniquely as the inner seed empties of the initial nutrients of concepts. So a child begins filling in their world with imagination and their actions. This of course is the process of becoming an adult.

Kendall is at the point where his Empty Space is rapidly being hollowed out from the initial stuff given to him. As a teenager he is blasting clean some of the inherited items which don't fit anymore.

Kendall I love you, looking forward to seeing who you become in the years to come.

Back to that seed concept, when I was in meditation, I felt the left over seed from my parents, saw with my inner senses how it was hollowed out to have a few rough spots. In meditation I polished out the remaining rough edges left over from my parents. I could still see my parents, friends, the years from the 60's, 70's and 80's , even the 50's, the 40's and 30's... memories in each us stemming down into the roots of the very earth... so much was there as I traveled about. All the information that was stored in my empty space, given to me by others past gone, yet still there in whispers of echoes in what I became.

The point I embraced was a reminder to know:

Becoming an adult isn't the final part of this process. Don't forget to go back and polish out those bits inside of our core, in order to be free and yourself.

Peace

Writing Wisdom upon Empty Slates

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Why clutter the above starting slate with anything at all?

It's not for me to write wisdom for others. Nor has any of my work meant anything other than a personal journal of living. Writing down thoughts literally as they occur as a moving meditation practice.

I love when people think I am being pompous... all the reflections and inflection they put down to the words, which has nothing to do with my writing, other than the writing has kicked some shit up and about in their mind. In practice I have no such intentions and my writing means nothing, nor does it contain anything but my own personal musing and notes when connecting out to the surrounding Tao.

At this moment I am just starting fresh again, more so than anyone would realize... every day from a blank slate.

Newly aborn each day.




Peace

Swimming Across the Internet

Look deeply into the Internet. Swim across time and space...

Discover a mirror of humanity staring back.

A new smile

With the blogs, virtual realities, news, stories, the reaching out of our presence...

It's possible to dive into and swim, swim so deeply to take all that data and fill the emptiness.

We all have an empty space:

to fill
to shape
to embrace

It's the nature of being conscious.

And now back to the mirror: the internet.

It feels easy to bypass our own actions,
use this source of information to
find, refine and define ourselves:
In a Wiki-reality sort of manner.


We can fly and we should use the tools we can...

but never mistake the tools for the actual experience:

Of living life.


Peace