Just back from the gym.  It’s amazing, at this age, how rapidly you can lose vitality, stamina, energy, and all that good stuff by simply missing a workout or two.  So here’s a thought I had while sitting on the potty before going swimming.  Once the poop is in the bowl, it’s certainly not a part of ‘me’… who I am.  But before it leaves… while it’s still inside me… it is part of me.  It adds to my weight, affects my movements, produces gas, etc., so it is part off me… right?  Or not.  Am I just the body that is processing the food and turning it into shit… which means that there is extraneous material inside me at all times?  Or am I really the consciousness inside that housing I think of as my body which is just as alien to who ‘I’ am as the poop inside it?  Interesting.

peace………….ag

So I just got a hit to do the Watts Knew article.  Alan Watts was a teacher of consciousness.  He took you to where he was and challenged you to join him. I once met his son who told me a limerick his father had composed.

There once was a man who said, “tho

It seems that I know what I know.

What I’d like to see

Is the I that knows me

When I know that I know that I know.

……………..

Years later ‘I’ know just what he means.

peace…………ag

So back to work.  Once again I realize that there is nothing I ‘have’ to do.   It should all be fun… something I ‘want’ to do.  How about a major opus… The Roving ‘I’ that would include The Tao, The Handbook, and my own personal story to generate people thinking of their own experiences. Plus, there should be something about quantum physics and Kashmir Shaivism and how “I AM” connects science and religion.  Basically, I could just keep putting previous writing together, editing, and adding new stuff for as long as I can.  If it can be published anywhere along the way, great.  If it doesn’t, it wasn’t supposed to.  It can be published by my family posthumously or cremated along with me.  The universe will continue one way or another.

peace……..ag

So I’m back in San Francisco after a short trip to Palm Springs.  Am I ready to get back to my writing? No. Another day at least.  For now, I’ll take a nap, thank you.

peace……..ag

One more day in the desert and back this evening to San Francisco and temperatures half as high (in Fahrenheit) as they are down here.  Amazing how humans can adapt to so many things.  And Neal… Thanks for a lovely vacation.

peace……..ag

Today we head out to the casino.   The fact that the casino also hosts a reportedly superb buffet doesn’t hurt the lure of the place.  I have allocated $100 to gambling. We’ll see what I come back with.  Will I be able to keep a spiritual mind set in the face of casino energy?  We’ll see.

peace…….ag

So I’m back after riding around Coachella Valley.  Desert and sand and beautiful palm trees in places where people have done landscaping.  Other than that, desert and sand and sand colored buildings all placed along the sides of Route 111.  So much has been done and still so much open space.  Walking from the car to the supermarket and back and carrying the bags into the apartment, the 106 degrees does hit hard.  I didn’t feel as if I was in any trouble… but I didn’t feel like moving too fast.

peace……..ag

I head down to Palm Springs tonight to visit a friend for the weekend. Temperatures there have ranged up to 120 degrees… over twice the temperature here in San Francisco.  I am actually looking forward to experiencing it… not for long, mind you, but just for the experience.  Sort of like the sky diving I did last year.  It’s nothing I want to do very often, but at least I’ll be able to understand what people who do live there have to go through on a regular basis. By tomorrow, I’ll know.

peace……..ag

So I keep coming up with different writings to focus on.  So here’s the Challenge.  Between now and the end of the year, I will come up with One Seminal Work…  be it a book… an article… fiction… non-fiction… author determined… along with a commitment to determined focus.  And since I’ll be taking notes here… you’ll be right in here with me as it all comes to pass.

peace………ag

New Consciousness says, The “I” I feel at my very core is not unique to me.  It is the same “I” that every sentient being feels, and it is only because we relate it to the bag of flesh and bones that we live in that we think it is separate from the “I” experienced by everyone else.  All of a sudden we find out that we are connected in some non-physical dimension to every other being we see in the physical world.  I guess the Sun doesn’t rotate around us anymore.

peace……………ag