Wednesday, May 1, 2013
This blog needs an update. Something about the same post being up top for too long bothers me. Depending on what it is I guess; enough of that...
I meditate quite often these days, ever since the nerve-debilitating medical treatments of '07, when I got back into it initially just to calm my ass down a bit, and it seems to have a quality or aspect in common with fasting - which I dabbled in back in the 70's - in that no matter why you undertake the practice its broader or deeper effects are likely to come along for the ride. I guess whatever calms you down and brings increased serenity is bound to free up deeper movements. Maybe if you're so inclined.
So the medical crap finally wore off a bit and the meditations began to actually be somewhat revelatory, you might say; deeper feelings, strange experiences bordering on the profound. I'd been reading a little about enlightenment/awakening experiences and not really understanding much, so it was quite a surprise the first time I found myself in the silence. Reminded me of when I was a kid going swimming at the community pool, diving down in the deep end and trying to sit on the bottom; all the noise, voices, racket is muffled up there on the surface, and down here all around you is this beautiful, otherworldly quiet. My interest deepened...
Uh...worldly experiences can stir up the deeper stuff, too, often in a "whether you're ready for it or not" type of manner and I've been dealing with that sort of thing the last few months, recovering and getting increasingly serious about the...um, let's call it a quest, and let's say it's implied by meditation, ultimately anyways. This has led me closer - internetwise - to certain teachers of Awakening so that - even though I'm not really inclined toward guided meditations - I've found myself participating in a couple of those lately, one a live stream just this past Sunday.
Adyashanti's "True Meditation" recordings showed me a simpler, more direct approach to turning inward, sensing the silence/stillness than my typical method (TM basically) and opened "me" up to a feeling that my back yard (since the back door was open during most of this, I guess) and maybe the whole neighborhood, existed within me. Now, the one Sunday was with Eckhart Tolle, a live event publicized on FB and Sounds True website and who knows where, with who knows how many people participating. I mention the many people because in the past I've found that meditating with a group somehow can intensify the experience, and that may have had something to do with what happened this time. He seems to be a very good teacher too. That mighta helped. Either way - or both...? - I found the entire world within, and so much living energy that felt like it contained the potential to heal anything...
I don't want to talk about it too much but suffice to say, the stillness/silence is so present now, I walk around in it...
And then? And then, I jumped up and went into the studio to push out a piece I'd had in my head for about a week, and when it was done it looked like it shoulda been a doodle on a piece of scrap paper. So I decided to - considered - wiping it off to use the canvas over later. But something made me want to smear some of the paint left on the palette up there first, see what that did. It was like a dam broke loose and that "whole world inside me" feeling started splashing out all over the canvas. I's almost laughing and literally painting with both hands at once. I was amazed. Don't know what else to say except, if you don't like that painting, the one at the top of this post, you're just gonna have to blame the whole dang world! ;-)
Thursday, March 21, 2013
~ Woke up from a good dream with this tune in my head. If you watch tv you know how it got in there, and I's just wishing I could hear it without commercial yakking all over it. Thought it sounded kinda like Chet; then I did a brief search and, I gotta hand it to the company using it for the last year or so; they posted about it on their blog, made it easy to find.
Yack yack - here, feast your ears...
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
the traffic in the distance
the coo-ing of the turtle dove
the singing of the mockingbird
the dog in my lap
the joy in my belly
the laughter in my heart
the tears in my eyes
so much peace
It's all so beautiful
~ Mar 03, 2013
Street View from St. Petersberg, Russia
Friday, February 15, 2013
"Don't call me that. It's disrespectful," he would tell me, back in the beatnik days. After what I just saw, I don't think he's too concerned with such trivialities anymore. Pop "died" back in 1991, which I learned of thanks to the meddlin' of my wife, Donna Jean, who herself is "on the other side" since Sept.05, 2012. (That's pertinent as you're about to see.)
It's ironic that "meddlin'" resulted in what it did, since that's the same reason Dad and I were "estranged" for so many years. (Somebody got between us, but that's another story)
Anyway, it all washed out, at least in my mind, just the other day...
The following is transcribed from the NoteCorder that my daughter-in-love got me for Christmas just past (I wanted her to know I'm using it, and what for):
"Ok I guess this is a test. It's Friday the 15th. Yesterday Thu the 14th -I reckon tha's Valentine's Day wasn't it? Well I got one, didn't realize that's what it was. Woke up from a dream, 9-somethin in the mornin; I'd been up and down all night, finally had another hour and a half's worth of sleep. At that point I was into a dream, was working in some kind of store that had books on the shelf; that's all I know. There was somebody in there working with me, uh somebody close; I wasn't aware at that point just exactly who it was, but it didn't matter. Somehow we knew that my...my dad was in town. I don't know how we knew that; that's how dreams are. I don't know how we knew that. We knew Dad was in town. Suddenly he walks in the store, and he's talking about something he's looking for, a little of this or that and he's describing it and whatnot, and I'm almost just crappin' myself because he seems to not recognize me; he doesn't realize that he's walked into my store. Anyways he starts talking about how much he likes my work on a book cover. And...uh...how much he enjoys my BLOG, of all things. He said, "It gets a little misty when you blog." I don't know what that meant but anyways, at that point I was walkin up - he was leaning up against the desk across from me and I walked up right in front of him and I was goin' "It gets misty when I blog? What are you -?" and suddenly the ruse was up. He knew it was me all along and we're just...we're hugging...like...I can feel my fingers digging into his back...it's such a...anyway at that point I became aware of who my co-worker was, off to the right, grinning like crazy from ear to ear, it was my dear sweet departed wife. She brought me in a dream on Valentine's day a visit from my dad. And I got just what I needed from him."
A lot more was "downloaded" along with this story part, more than I can write out in a blog post. I'm fully convinced it was more than just a dream, y'all. Much more...
Posted by A.Decker at 10:36 PM
Sunday, February 3, 2013
I left this in draft for a while, undecided about posting it because in the process of researching I found that the conspiracy people were making serious claims that kinda got all over my intended satire.
You see the famous "face" shape there in the upper-right corner? They're saying this image clearly shows that it really is a representation of a human-like face and point out a lot of other "structures" all over the picture, which struck me as really reaching, to say the least.
So I was gonna point out, a few clicks due south of the "face" what looks to me like a human skull - kinda bashed in and missing part of its jaw but still,
pretty skully looking. No? They're saying it's some kind of circular dome type building. Oh! And over in the bottom left of this frame, northwest of the round crater is a smaller crater with some criss-crossed lines in it. See that? It's supposed to be the remains of a Nasa emblem!
Anyway all that kinda stole my thunder for 'discovering' the bashed in skull monument.
Cool images anyway, eh?
Speaking of which, cool images that is, I took the screen-caps below because upon rewatching the 2005 Godzilla I noticed a mistake that I made the first time I watched it. Namely, I was disappointed 'cause the coolest Godzilla ever didn't breath fire - I thought! The first time it looked to me like he/she/it just roared at 'em and his roar was so strong it blew the vehicles into each other and they exploded, so's it kinda looked like he was breathing fire but he really wasn't. Wrong!
Lookie up in his mouth, along the edges of his tongue. You can see the flames being generated right up in there.
Ah well, this is probably common knowledge, too, but it excited me when I noticed it.
And screen caps are really fun to do. I just recently discovered how easy that is, too.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Saturday, December 22, 2012
"There are some good things to be said about walking. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated and anyone can transport himself anywhere, instantly. Big deal, Buckminster. To be everywhere at once is
to be nowhere forever, if you ask me."
- Edward Abbey
Posted by A.Decker at 10:02 AM
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
S'cuse me, it's a Forest Preserve, not a park. Well it was a park to me.
Saraswati, Hindu goddess of creativity and rivers, among other things. No, I didn't snap her portrait that day, but She was there. And no, alas I do not know who painted that.
Just a few shots taken on this little jaunt. I have more.
Prehistoric gator jaws.