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Sunday, April 7, 2019

A MONKEY IS REACHING FOR THE MOON IN THE WATERS



If only he plunges into the dark waters, he
will achieve all.




This story is taken from a zen koan.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

virgin/VIRGIN ---- THE GENIUS OF DALI


STRATAGIES FOR THE 8TH MONTH OF DARKNESS





Today I was trying to think of life improvements for me to do = #1. Look in the mirror more often than once every 5 weeks!

IT IS A FIGHT TO RAISE THE SPIRIT.


        It is a fight to raise the spirit,
make no mistake about that.

       And this is the fight a real writer
undertakes... to defend his loved
 ones against evil.


      The fight is to build a timeless
moment of utter concentration
where you lay the cross over the
eye of the vortex. You'll face the eye of the vortex... and you'll be sore afraid.


        The sin is spiritual pride, and it will take you down by your boot heels into the depths of the swamp.



        It's a fight and sometimes you'll be winning
the fight and sometimes you'll be losing
the fight... and sometimes you'll be sore
afraid, and in those times you'll want to hide.

No man is unafraid before the face of conscious Evil.

We must stand up and write and be the defender of Christ into this new century.
It is here where our Christ will return - here
or no where.
        
          The time of prophesy is not over. Nor
has it ended, the time for great deeds.



LIFE IMPROVEMENT FOR THE EIGHTH MONTH OF DARKNESS



Today I was trying to think of life improvements for me to do = #1. Look in the mirror more often than once every 5 weeks!






Wednesday, April 3, 2019

AGONY WILL MAKE A MAN ACT STRANGE

i went to the hospital thr other day - they didn't.
  TheY didn't help me at all.

      I had cracked a bone in my right wrist' THEY said.

OH I KNOW! I said, i can tell by looking at my wrist and han . they are 3 times their normal size

I had been in agony for four days now.

Agony will make a man act strange.

                          
           
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wait ANOTHER 4-5 days --   You be acting real strange.







REPTILLIAN LYRICS


Thursday, March 14, 2019

YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER! -- lyrics




I WALKED ON DOWN TO THE HARDWARE STORE
       JUST THE OTHER DAY
IT'S ONLY HALF A MILE FROM HOME AND I HAD TO
FIX MY PHONE
        IN CASE I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY
AND TO GET SOME KIND OF NIGHT LIGHT SO THE DOGS
       DON'T FUSS AND FIGHT
AND IN THAT VERY BRIGHT LIGHT
        THAT'S WHERE I SAW MY SECOND WIFE

                                                                                                  
SHE SAID: YOU'RE LOOKIN' ROUGH! ROUGH! ROUGH!
         LOOKING LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO DIE
TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF, YOU'VE BEEN ON THE SHELF
          AND YOU MADE A BIG MISTAKE THIS TIME;
YOU LOOK HALF DEAD; I HEAR YA THREW OUT MY BED
       ALL MONTH I'VE BEEN TRYING TO RING YA
YOU'RE LOOKIN' DIFFERENT SOMEHOW,
     OH.....NOT THIS NOW!
       YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER!


I WAS TAKIN' IT KINDA EASY JUST THE OTHER NIGHT
    I WAS DRINKING RYE AND BEER AT THE BAR
         AND TRYING NOT TO START A FIGHT.
THEN I MOVED AND SAT IN THE RED LIGHT- JUST
           BELOW THE EXIT SIGN,
AND THAT WAS WHEN SHE SAW ME, THAT
            THIRD WIFE OF MINE

SHE SAID:.....YOU'RE LOOKING BAD! BAD!  BAD!!
            YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE YOU'RE GONNA DIE
SIT AWAY FROM THE DOOR,BETTER SIT WHERE IT'S WARM
   DONT YOU KNOW IT'S WARM INSIDE?
AND WITH ALL THE MONEY YOU OWE ME, SOMEONE
   JUST TOLD ME
“YOU KNOW HE'S GONNA TRY AND HIDE!”
              I HEAR YOU QUIT THIS JOB,TOO, WELL THAT'S
    JUST LIKE YOU - THAT AIN'T NO BIG SURPRISE
AROUND THE HOUSE, DON'T CHA KNOW, YOU'D
    NEVER LIFT A FINGER.....  ....
YOU'RE LOOKIN' DIFFERENT SOMEHOW
    OH NO, I SEE IT NOW!
YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER!

YOU'RE LOOKIN' ROUGH, ROUGH ROUGH!
 YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE YOU'RE GONNA DIE.
I HEARD YA DON'T SHAVE AND YOU'RE SICK
THOUGHT I'D BETTER COME REAL QUICK
IN CASE YOU'RE GONE FOR GOOD THIS TIME!
     YOU'RE LOOKIN EIGHTY AT LEAST, BUT YA STILL
           GOT YOUR TEETH
ALL MONTH I'VE BEEN TRYING TO RING YA
   I HEAR YOU'RE DIFFERENT SOMEHOW, OH LORD,
           I SEE IT NOW!
YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER!








AND WOULDN'T YA KNOW JUST AS I WAS GONNA GO
      I SAW THAT  FIRST WIFE OF MINE
SHE MARRIED MY PAROLE OFFICER, THEY HAD
     SOME KIDS...I HEAR THEY'RE DOING REAL REAL FINE

SHE SAID: “GOOD TO SEE YA, I WAS GONNA COME MEET            YA, I WAS GONNA DROP BY SOME TIME
          OR MAYBE IT'S BETTER IF I WROTE YOU A LETTER
           I WAS GONNA DROP YOU A LINE
THEN SHE STOPPED BY THE POST AND SHE STARED
           REAL CLOSE
            SHE SAID, “HOW HOW HOW HOW!
             YOU'RE LOOKING DIFFERENT SOMEHOW
              I SEE IT ALL NOW... ...!
               YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER!"


(HOOK again:)  You're lookin rough rough rough
                     lookin like you're gonna die
      TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF YOU'VE BEEN
                     ON THE SHELF
       YOU KNOW YA MADE A BIG MISTAKE THIS TIME!
          HEARD YOU DON'T SHAVE AND YOU'RE SICK
            THOUGHT I'D COME REAL QUICK         
              CASE YOU'RE GONE FOR GOOD THIS TIME
                
         

            I HEARD FROM DOWN THE STREET, YOU GOT
               A NEW IDEA IN YA
           THEY SAY YOU'RE DIFFERENT SOMEHOW,
            OH, LORD,I CAN SEE IT NOW!
               YOU'RE LOOKIN' LIKE A COUNTRY SINGER



(C)2010-2019 BY WILLIE G. MILNE

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

A TEACHER IN THE VILLAGE





There's a teacher in the village,
He thinks he knows what all things mean,
From mud and flesh there is a spirit
That the meat-men cannot see.

KING OF OUR QUEEN





Young Adonis
Swept into the sea;
A favourable wind blowing
Set him on this shore.
Our whole village
Traveled out to see him...
We knew not then
What trouble he would bring
To mark our doors.

Once we saw his
Handsome face
By Venus adored
And when his smile
Caressed us beyond all
Time and place -

Once his visage
Was lost to us and missed
Aphrodite loved
And then disgraced -
Dissolved into the mist
And seen nevermore

His memory gave our daily
Bread some leaven;
And reminiscences
Of where She lay:
Memories of heaven.








(C)2012 by William G. Milne
      December 12

Monday, March 11, 2019

WAIT-A-BIT! MADNESS GROWS IN THE NIGHT




        THE SKY IS grey or closer to black. The
ceiling is about 100 feet above the snow. (Pilots' parlance). There has been no change for several
fortnights, the snow is several fathoms deep in the valleys... on the hilltops --- well, no one has been on a hilltop for 10 months.
      Madness grows in the night. And it has been
endless night now forever. I haven't even heard a caw of a crow or a raven for many weeks.
The dogs and wolves have stopped howling. They are huddling together under the snow.
Even the weasels are silent, and they are notoriously restless creatures.
      Hank has just passed through his second
month of winter, and he is settling into various disturbing habits. He mutters to himself when he writes. He keeps flipping through those nasty magazines of the preacher. And he scrabbles around scraping and digging his tunnel towards the East.
      None of what Hank's doing holds any interest for me. His scraping and scrabbling
sounds are annoying. Not to mention his urgent
panicked breathing at other times...
      I do the only logical thing. I open our round "moon-door", break through the six inches of ice with a pick-ax... and I crawl through the hole I have made in the ice. It's slippery as hell out of doors. I fall once then proceed to crawl across the Main Lane on my hands and knees.
     Then I open the door to Artie's Bar and Grill and I smell the smokey air.  I step inside.

Sunday, March 10, 2019

WHEN YOU'RE GONE

WHEN YOU'RE GONE



Your love no longer waits, his soul is free
As waves are breaking gently to the shore
The moon is full and feels like evermore
It shines within your mind forbidding sleep;

Those tears you hide you save for true love                        gone,
Despite the busyness you have from day to day,
Late these nights you often feel this way;
Or when you hear some long forgotten song.

He comes to mind, the one who loved you true
He brought you everything you need;
And even taught you sometimes how to see,
To work and keep your vision true.

Around you every morning there is bliss
So how forgotten can he ever be?
He holds your head each night now when you
           dream
Protects you til the morning with a kiss.

One day he'll greet you by and by,
He always said he'd be returning soon;
In songs you would go dancing on the moon,
And chase the stars away across the sky.
                   








(C)2000-2019 by William G. Milne

THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY

(1)In all forms of mystical endeavour a one-pointed mind is essential. A one-pointed mind
means a focused mind.

(2) It is also necessary to find a sacred or blessed site on which to ground yourself.
You can have a spot cleansed by yourself,
and sanctified by the Lord of Hosts. The
site, the locus is important and getting grounded in this place is even more essential.
You must be grounded when you begin
your sitting.

Jesus said: "Among those born of women, from
Adam until John the Baptist, there is no one superior to John the Baptist that his eyes should not be lowered (before him).Yet I have said, whichever one of you comes to be a child will be acquainted with the kingdom and will become superior to John."

In all the activities of man, no one is more focused than a child at play. His concentration is not dualistic or divided. So we work towards the focus of a child at play.

This is what we want when we begin a mystical endeavour.

Friday, March 8, 2019

NO SEX FOR A YEAR, HUSBAND OFFERS TO PAY

I ran into this guy on a train. He'd been drinking and I had a bottle
of wine, so I listened to him. The worse the details of the story got, the funnier
I found it. I tried not to laugh, because I wanted to hear the end of the story.



His wife has sex with her stud each night in the master bedroom

Harry is in a different part of the house. A special cupboard with a rubber pillow on the floor. She refuses to have any kind of sex with her husband.
All he is permitted to do is jerk off in the dark at least tn feet away
From her… Or hump the rubber pillow on the floor, while imagining
His wife having sex upstairs in their master bedroom...
           He’s permitted to hump the pillow, that’s all. A video camera is running
All the time. Like a prisoner in jail naked in a brightly lighted room under close observation.

          The first time she saw Harry naked she said: “What do you think you’re going to do with that dirty, pathetic little thing.” That comment was fuel for
100 jerk-off sessions for Harry. On his knees, ready to present his erection
like a soldier presenting arms
         When she went out at night, she expected him to wait on his
Knees by the front door – naked with a hard-on no matter how long
She is gone visiting her huge donged doctor.
         She wears a tight white dress. Harry starts to pant and play
With himself when he sees her in it. She says: “Don’t look at my
Ass, look down instead: look at the floor.”

        She has refused him sex for over a year. He starts to offer
Her money to have sex with her.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

EXHAUSTED MAN BLUES

THE END OF ALL AEONS IS HERE

    


      All the great questions end up with a journey to yourself.

    There is no beginning nor is there an ending... but there is an infinite place where you are, a timeless place where the eternal speaks deep within you.

     The final frontier is your Mind,
and you don't have to take a step to explore it.

     Learn your sitting and you can travel distances in the galaxy within.

     The difficulty is not grasping complexity. It takes genius to grasp simplicity.

     All the journeys are within in you, all your lovers, all you love is birthing here in the present dawn of each new day.

    The second coming of Christ is at hand. He is already here within you.

    The dawn of Maitreya, the new Buddha rises within. Deeper than oceans, more vast than space is the unexplored Country of your own soul.

    I am waiting here to greet you. When you see me, you will Know yourself.







(C)2019 by W.G. Milne