A LIFE OF BIOCHEMICAL EXTREMES

I'm coming out of the depression pod --- my mind is back again. Hey, I feel like myself!

ALL OF A SUDDEN I CAN DO LOTS OF THINGS! 

I am back above water - out of the sub-aquatic tunnel.

Which means that in the past few weeks, I have been a lesser being - tied in a morass of guilt and shame. These are biochemical extremes.

And this involves assuming various lesser personae.

Thinking doesn't help to cure them.

It seems I just have to be patient, until the wheel comes round again and I am awake.

And I am myself again.
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here is so much more to say.
And I'll say it here.
In these pages.**************

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We were playing in front of a large audience at Wylders,
Main Street, North Bay... a magical moment in a song.

NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE

I wrote this song hitchhiking across Canada. I started in Toronto, passed thru north-western Ontario, then on to Winnipeg, then across the prairies... into the mountains - up and over, coasting down the Fraser Valley to Vancouver... then to the west coast of Vancouver Island. Then, soon as we tasted the Pacific Ocean, we turned around and hitched back all the way into Northern Quebec... Chicutami, Chibougameau (SP?) ...round the Gaspe, up to Sidney... and on and on and finally back to North Bay. That's when I wrote this song... eventually, I'd lie back against a road sign and I didn't care if I got a ride or not... Then the song came to me. (C)2017 by W.G.Milne. I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar and harmonica. Peter Rowland was the engineer & also played great lead guitar.

The idea was that the song should sound like the waves coming in and the waves going out --- at equal tempo. Not a normal rhythm for a Western song. Song is called, 'NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE." 

JUST ME AND MY TRADED BONTEMPI

Just me and a Bontempi.   No effects on voice.


You can find more William Milne songs at:

William Milne Channel on You Tube.

I FEEL BAD ENOUGH THAT I'M WRITING POETRY

THIS place is OK. At least I have a comfortable
chair to sit in - not like in jail.

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I haven't had a woman in here for weeks. And
I'm getting what perhaps is an unhealthy obsession...

More on this later.

                        
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WHEN THERE IS NO HOPE, THERE IS LIFE AGAIN.

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My situation isn't exactly hopeless, but it is dire.
       Plus I feel bugs crawling on me... and they're
really there this time.

(It's not the D.T.s.)



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There were those who thought it was wrong to put
a comb through their hair. And there were those who thought
washing was wrong...

I agree with them, kinda, but not washing has made me
no friends.

These are the people who wanted to be mystics.

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RE: MYSTICS  see the following:

THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY

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.

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