So you’ve found a great, natural wood-floor, well-lit gallery space, and you rented it. Now what are you going to fill it up with?
My first answer would normally be “Nothing”.
Me, I’d leave the gallery totally empty except for a few very large, very impressive celebrity art in the form of paintings or other types of hanging pieces, and maybe a few full-length sculptures, a meeting area on a luxury Persian carpet, and that’s it.
My preference is to make a few good sales a year, rather than keep the register going “ka-ching”, but that’s not how we’re going to run this gallery, because there’s a lot more at stake here than celebrity art and celebrity artists.
Crushing Anxiety, Hopelessness and Despair are your Christmas gifts from the present administration. Donald Trump is doing everything he can to make you, personally, the target of his contempt and social pathology.
Even without Donald J. Trump and his mean-spirited friends, you’d be hard-pressed these days to get through the Dark Hours of the Soul, and if those Dark Hours are happening every night and well into the daylight, you need what I’m selling.
It’s not just your ordinary everyday run-of-the-mill snake oil, either. It’s something you make yourself, and you control your destiny in this regard all the way through the project. I’ll explain:
You’re sitting or standing around minding your own business, when all of a sudden, a million bad thoughts and worries and fears come crashing into your brain, just when you most need quietude and calm, serenity and peace. No matter what you do, it’s bothering you and it won’t stop. Continue reading →
I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable. when I speak, write, sing, act, paint, draw, sketch or sculpt, there’s no measurable impact on anything or anyone. I’m not a tweeter, but if I were a tweeter, I could literally tweet my ass off, but nobody will read it, and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine, until Donald Trump’s name became a household word, like “slopbucket”.
Whatever it looks like, however it seems to you today, Donald Trump is NOT an obstruction on the Path to Liberation, not if you know the secret.
What is the secret?
I’ll tell you right off. Live the good life. Don’t allow yourself to become distracted. Relax, stay calm, it will all work out just the way it should.
The universe is a sim. There’s a script. If you keep that in mind, you won’t fall off the horsie. Donald Trump is not alive — there’s nobody inside that thing, behind those cold, icy eyes.
He plays his “overwhelm” game and seems to be winning. His friends in Congress have their own nasty games and merely use him to gain advantages on their own ground.
You don’t need to know any of that. Just remember that ALL POLITICIANS ARE CROOKS and that ALL GOVERNMENT PEOPLE ARE MEAN AND NASTY, and that ALL POLITICIANS AND MEDIA PEOPLE LIE ALL THE TIME, and you won’t be knocked out of your socks the next time you find yourself shoved into the ditch at the side of the road.
When Donald Trump tweets, billions of people are affected by every careless word. The difference between me and Donald Trump is our choice of weapons. I selected “voice” and “guitar” and he chose “nuclear holocaust” and “gas chamber”.
Trump is a hero among his worshipers and followers. They like Strongmen and Dictators who will step in, clean up the mess, restore them to their former glory, and give them personal favors and benefits, and that’s Donald Trump in a nutshell, at least on paper.
He knows he doesn’t have to actually KEEP his promises, just make them and blast right along claiming “victory” at every punchdown. Just keep insisting you won, and eventually that becomes the truth, at least to the general public. They have no memory and no discernment whatever.
As a matter of fact, they don’t really care about the details, just what’s in it for them.
Each faction of politics, news media and science has its own direction to pull the chain, and the general effect is one of chaos and mayhem, exactly what Putin and Trump both had in mind.
If the U.S. government can be shut down permanently, Trump can rule, and that is “Plan A”. Plan B involves an actual invasion of the homeland by Russian airborne troops, and that’s already in the works, as soon as the defense department can be unraveled.
I never talk politics, couldn’t be less interested, and I’m not talking politics, now. I’m defending my freedoms, and yours, too, whether you know it or not, even if you don’t live in Amerika.
Am I a Democrat? No, emphatically not. A Republican, then? No, I’m not a Republican. I’m a visitor to this planet, an off-worlder, and have no local political interests or ambitions.
In fact, I have NO other interest than to bring the Teaching to a sad and angry little planet full of violent morons screaming in pain and agony, killing each other and destroying their legacy and history.
Bringing the Teaching. Haw, Haw!!! What a hopeless task THAT is, but I keep trying.
Push even the most peaceful of Pacifists up against the WALL and hold him there for a while, and sooner or later, you’ll wind up on the floor. Punch me once, you won’t get a second chance. Not ever.
That’s what happened when Senator Elizabeth Warren got pushed up against the wall by the Republican Majority in the Senate. READ ON… Continue reading →
Try to imagine what it’s like to be in the Void. There is no passage of time, no way to mark the passage of time. There is no space. No objects, no particles of matter, no energy, no nothing. It’s not necessary to imagine the state of the Void; you can enter it any time you wish to delve into the Void.
The Void has no properties. No height, no width, no depth, no color, no form, no shape, and in fact anything you can think of, just put a “no” in front of it, and that’s a good description of the indescribable Void.
In the Relative World, there is Life, and Life is Pain.
Sure, life hurts, and it hurts bad. It has its ups and downs, its good times, and its bad times, and life is pain, so it’s no wonder that anyone would want to crawl out of there, get off the wheel, and have a pain-free eternal existence in the Land of Pure Bliss.
So you spend thousands of lifetimes fighting, clawing your way out of Samsaric Illusion, and finally, you find yourself “Off the Wheel”, free at last, free at last!
You have achieved the Eternal Bliss of the Void. Wow. What a relief, like taking a huge dump after hours and hours of sweat, anxiety, and discomfort. Here it is, The Void.
My longtime friends Diana Dors and Richard Dawson got married. It was the ideal marriage — two show biz success stories. Di was another Marilyn Monroe, and Dickie was the next exciting young male lead actor.
It looked from outside like the Perfect Couple in the Perfect Marriage.
I saw it from the inside, as a friend and frequent house visitor, as well as working with Dickie Dawson at KHJ-TV on his Tempo Show. I have a few photos of us doing the morning show, but we also did a radio show there and another one at KWIZ in Santa Ana for a few months.
I watched their Perfect Wedding, was a witness to the aftermath of their Perfect Honeymoon, and witnessed the not-very-slow disintegration of their love affair just about the time the wedding ceremony and reception were over. Continue reading →
I was asked to write up some reminiscences of Lee. Well, Lee and I had more than our share of interesting conversations, but most of them had one underlying theme; not so much helping students to awaken, but how to prepare students for the responsibilities that come automatically Just From Being Awake. Enlightenment is just the beginning. Continue reading →
Any computer programmer, certainly any game developer, will immediately understand when I refer to a “call”. It means that I’ve sent a uniquely recognizable prompt to the Central Processor asking for a specific response. I “call” for an action, perhaps an execution of a sound, plus an animation, say a “spin-around once, and jump up once”, when I trigger TAG=123, for instance.
And anyone with any kind of wired or wireless connection to the internet will know what a dropped call means. If you think of a smartphone as a communications device with unknown entities in some sort of electronic but not necessarily geophysical relationship to you, you’ll get the idea of what it is to “call” or “to call down” an angel.
Uh, before you whip out your Angelic Harp or Singing Bowl or Portable Temple Bell or whatever you use to alert higher-ups that you’ve logged on and are asking for an open channel (I always use Channel “D”, an old habit left over from working at Arena Productions), I must warn you that calls cost you something, and it isn’t money. Continue reading →
The thing is, if you compare my Orbs with contemporary video games, you’ll quickly see a major difference, which is that my experience field is not packed with a lot of unnecessary detail. The game companies have to sell their games to kids, and kids demand a lot of detail, pyrotechnics and grippingly realistic bloodshed & gore-splatter.