Soul Eruptions

This monk of serendipity wil leave Omaha on 9/16 (Happy birthday, Jamie Greene (Nottingham '68). Will stop for the night somewhere e/o South Bend and w/o Ft. Wayne IN. Will arrive in Syracuse that evening of the 17th. will get w/ Jerry O and wife. If have the time will make it to the north-face of Thornden Park Hill to celebrate my arrival. Friday morning will go to Oakwood Cemetary to pay respects to Pop and Mom. then check out the two Bobs at Burnett & N. townsend St. May have some extra time for some more sight seeing before going to Braveheart that afternoon (330p) for lunch w/ 'Ham-folks of '68. That evening will be at Danzers for sandwich and dark beer. Leave Saturday for B'more Md and cuz's kid's plae off Liberty Heights Ave. will check in w/DavidW1235 later before crashing. Sunday, will get up early and go to SE-DC to see other Cuz, Joel and tour the National Mall. That afternoon will go down to White Stone and across the Rappahannock River Bridge

I was raised to be a liberal sectarian, secular, temporalists. But a funny thing happened on the way to being the next generation of materialist prince-serendipity and synchronicity.They pointed to an existence which preceded this present ego-life and its "options". The Option I had was to fulfill the logos of moral awareness. Having a Moral awareness in being the logical, ethical consequence of the knowledge comprehended. I must admit that some "comprehension" was still clueless, but what was accepted as inviolable, became very vulnerable.Presently, I am proposing what you can read in the epilogue as the choice alternative from what the sectarians have missed and the secularists and the temporalist have dismissed. That is, the mystical per the grace of practice. That practice being the resonating synergy generated in our sympathies and empathies of compassion between us , others, and other physical and metaphysical entities. The practical application is in the ep

I had a dream recently. I was on the sidewalk in front of the sideyard of 128 Cambridge (13210) with some people who were traveling to some destination with me. From out of  the bushes, seemingly from no-where, came alien looking riders on large steeds. They appeard to be warriors by their dress and arms. They came out of those bushes, across the lawn,onto the driveway and then the sidewalk where we were standing. They just ignored us as if we were invisible. We could have been in another cognitive dimension for the way that they acted, though I remember one looking me straight in the eyes before reigning his horse down the sidewalk. That spetacle from what was a rabbit-hole to another world is unlike the spectacles in which we engage. We have our trappings-sensuous, sensual, or just visceral to enthrall us to attractions. Our trappings are just nuanced and subtle derivations for the sake of social propriety of what we crassly seek in circuses, horror houses,and wax museums. Just