the state of the condition

We often hear about the unquestioned existence of balance in the Universe as if there is an inviolate law over which no mortal has authority, that evil must balance with good. This law, although certified in truth by some very great humans over time, believed and sworn by, is a style of thinking in much the same way a God with beard and robes is going to greet us at the pearly gates if we've been honorable during our visit to planet Earth. I have yet to meet someone who has come back from Heaven to assure me that all was good in that dimension, evil got what was coming to it and the law is indeed real. Have you? This brings me to ask then, in this morass of war and consuming, what if evil only became more evil, if it was never actually countered by overarching good, and the Illusion, including the media, the econo-ocracy, the WorldX operating system, just becomes worse? After Bush, don't you think we deserved Rev. Wright as president to counter the neoconservative occupation, with Sen.Kucinich as the veep? That would have been the righteous balance I'm looking forward to in my dreams ... as in your dreams. Of course, I've met some awfully interesting, incredible people along the journey that I'd like to stack in the Supreme Court as long as we're dreaming.

I'm simultaneously catching bits of a R&R Hall of Fame TV concert and beg your forgiveness if I jump subjects from time to time here. I would not include a famous rocker on the SCOTUS due to the financial factor, not counting Bob Dylan who's talents would be best used as Chief Publicist, actually publicist is a questionable term isn't it, let's say instead Spokesperson in Chief. He does not appear to be in the program I'm watching tonight. The irony is the very people who would be great at running the world don't want the job. They loathe the spotlights. I don't blame them at all. Who would want that job other than someone with an extreme ego-driven agenda?

So there's Bonnie and David Crosby welcoming Jackson Brown to the stage. Why, Jackson seems to be a fan of Grecian Formula! To each his own, but I personally disavow all that stuff. It seems like so much trouble, why would anyone with half-a-brain go to the expense, time and effort for vanity anymore? They do this because they are under an occupation of the representative-self. They allow economically insecure image consultants to design the envelope in the style which statistics tell them brings the greatest amount of money for their area of expertise.

As an exercise, try on for a moment, the experience of someone who is compelled to stand for the better part of an hour or more, perhaps lots more than that, in front of a mirror. Imagine the work area to be stocked with materials for application required to present yourself to others. Easily, it is an even stranger trip for someone who actually knows better or at least suspects better. The problem comes when interacting with someone who has abandoned their self-representative in the spontaneity of the natural self finding themselves contrasted with a clown or a criminal. People do not need 99% of what they think they need. Why disguise? Disguises are meant to deceive, are they not? Are we supposed to think David Crosby went out and bought a Santa Clause mask for the concert? He ages, Jackson Brown stays forever youthful? Does this make any sense?

Yes, its December, we're back in the wintertime of our lives. Sooty and dusty, but free of the gas company drag. Last year we managed the entire cold season on firewood. Since more than half my blog was deleted, posts about this particular survival tactic are no longer available, but it was a success primarily due to the fireteacher's skill in obtaining in a goods for services exchange plenty of long burning Oak. Right away we learned the lesson of running out and spent the summer evenings often repeating the winter system of stockpiling. At this time, the piles are relatively huge and rather obsessively organized according to age and biotype. I had a few debates on this blog about the amount required and the count appearing in a few digitals, and will resolve that debate right now by stating you-can-never-have-enough. The amount we use grows in proportion to the dropping temps. There is a severe weather storm coming in tomorrow and we'll easily have the fire going for a twenty-plus log day. We have a lot, its like counting beans in a jar, there is more than we think, but I often hear the fireteacher worrying. I have already said he's always right. Well, there have been a few times he was not, I'm sure there has been at least one time he was not, if such a thing is possible ...

He has seen quite a bit of evil. Then there are those others of us who saw it too - but did not understand what it was we were seeing. Those were the days. The Before Era when we were still deeply indoctrinated from our training in the Zombie Food Courts, Before Bush, before the Sopranos multiplied exponentially in proportion to the planet's population and realized they might actually get away with their felonious rip of resources underway and expanding. The laws of justice apply here, for every action there is a reaction. Those who harm humanity, ultimately harm themselves. We could say to them, by the way, you do know we are all in this together, don't you? When its all gone, there is no more, not for me and as you will see, not for you either. The Doomsday seedbank is not infinite. You can pipeline the planet in a cocoon and when its run out, its gone, money, blood, heroin or sex will not make more and you will have some nasty, nasty wars as those pipelines trickle the stains of a lost gamble, the Dubai high, the Vegas crapshoot.

Even if everyone at the overlit superboxmarketKmartwal*marts this week is high on salad shooters and clamshells at permanently inflated prices because its somehow cool to blow bread again, did they ever really stop, and even if we are the only ones left who see this as the ultimate in the long manipulation of humanity, it doesn't matter. That karmic balance I started out with is actually taking place, it is merely a gradual process that moves us along from one plane of consciousness to another. As we come to the readjustment of relative time, coming down from the immediacy of self gratification, it only appears slow.