2nd Resteps…

This week I am anti-religion and I left my wife.

Plus, I ate a piece of white bread despite my dubious diabetes diagnosis…

And, its only Wednesday.

Understand?

Disclaimer: I am newly, 52 years old and I may be experiencing a mid-life thingy. I won’t call it a crisis because I’m not IN crisis.

Or, maybe that’s what the crisis wants me to think….

Stay back, paranoia!!

So, please forgive me if my blog may tend to wander thru mysticism, spirituality, religion, agnosticism, politics, the benefits of the mushroom in the worship of a great white buffalo or waiting on that UFO that dropped our ‘first parents’ off here, thousands OR millions of years ago; depending on your familial school of thought or how you’re particular faith-based group in your neighborhood led you to believe, in a botched attempt to grow a new food source that was stupid and got fat easily….kinda like cows.

I believe that an unseen deity put our first progenitors on this earth, naked…in a perfect garden and told them….BEHAVE.

Not even God is that stupid.

Oh, plus the fact that we’re in a scientifically proven and individually, visually confirmed huge ass galaxy that is surrounded by other, quoting Carl Sagan “Billions and billions of galaxies” end partial quote.

Follow this next thought with me….

If God was an actual scientist; and I believe that all evidence, that we naked apes are capable of understanding point to the fact that, He/She/I Am does occasionally dabble in the sciences.

If “God” wanted to create an experiment where he has access to unlimited material, unlimited time, unlimited knowledge, unlimited space and NO bosses or alphabetized federal agency looking over his shoulder, do you actually believe that he would only have ONE species as his primary focus? Even I, in my sadly, limited and Google accessible scientific prowess know that there is always a control group in ANY experiment.

…several control groups.

Oh lord, I can hear the Jesus, Mohammed freaks now…

“God doesn’t need a control group! He’s GOD!!”

Calm down! Stay back , I’m on your side!

(Sound of whip cracking and animals roaring)

STAY BACK, DAMN YOU!!!

Hell, here I go:

We don’t know if we are even the first attempt in this experiment…

We may not even be the initial, hopefully anticipated outcome of the experiment.

We may be a control group that is going bat shit and has been set aside on a shelf, checked every few million years for any change, be it progressive or regressive, the results recorded and noted for reevaluation at a later date.

(God in a lab coat, shaking his head, scribbles on his clipboard)

“Hmmmmm, not good” he says “Not good at all” then….he starts erasing…..

I think the great flood in the Bible was actually a heavenly lab attendant attempting to wash us out of a petri dish and God stopping him at the last-minute….

Ooooo…I think I’ll start a church.

Anywho, let me get back to my point (Man that’s some wicked coffee)

Mankind is arrogant.

Mankind is superficial, greedy, violent, narcissistic  and collectively insane…

Let me quote Eckhart Tolle:

The collective manifestations of the insanity that lies at the heart of the human condition constitute the greater part of human history. It is to a large extent a history of madness. If the history of humanity were the clinical case history of a single human being, the diagnosis would have to be: chronic paranoid delusions, a pathological propensity to commit murder and acts of extreme violence and cruelty against his perceived “enemies”—his own unconsciousness projected outward. Criminally insane, with a few brief lucid intervals.” – A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose.

But, then someone on this earth goes and does something selfless, beautiful and charitable….

Showing hope. Showing progress. Showing potential.

There is nothing more that the present moment in this existence.

The past is past; let it guide you, not define you; “It is in the nature of things that joy arises in a person free from remorse.” – Buddha

There is no future, only dreaming of one.

Tomorrow is optimism OR pessimism….depending on your mood but, tomorrow never really comes….

We are living moment to moment; because I know that, every one of us, have heard the saying “Man plans, God laughs his ass off” Well, maybe not exactly….that way…

Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.
― Louis L’Amour

Jesus said, in the New International version of the Bible (translation attempt 554); according to Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Buddha also reportedly said “Ardently do today what must be done. Who knows? Tomorrow, death comes.”

That’s not being morbid, that’s fact…

We.Do.Not.Know…so why keep acting like we do?

If you have so much faith in a God, you’re supposed to let him handle everything, TRUST IN HIM.

How can people “faithfully” do that and worry about a tomorrow?

Another thing; how can you believe “faithfully” in forgiveness when you let the mistakes in your past affect you in the present moment and for that matter or allow people in your life to remind you of your past mistakes?

People that do that are the worst kind of ugly scar.

“God” is in us all.

“God” cannot be described

“God” is “I AM”

Think about that for a second….

Why would he say that?

How many times do we say that a day, “I AM”?

Are we comparing ourselves to “God” are we blaspheming or are we reaffirming our innate knowledge that we and God are one and the same?

“I AM Trey”

“I AM here”

“I AM doing something”

“I AM your friend”

“…..I AM listening”

Wow….I love exploration and self discovery.

I love traveling thru my mind…..

I just thought of something else….I know nothing, Jon Snow…

When I am typing and farting around on my humble blog, I am not thinking…..

I am just….being present……being here, at this moment.

By the time I wonder “What will the next moment bring?” I have already passed thru “that moment”

Hard to explain…

I’m sorry, I know I’m going on and on about drivel but, I just wanted to share my mid-life situation with y’all this morning.

I’ll leave you with this; and it’s true

If you only think about what you are doing right now, you have no capacity to worry.

Think about THAT

“Treat everyone you meet as if they were you.”
― Doug Dillon

“Do it now, then….?” – Trey (that’s me)

“If you are depressed, you are living in the Past. If you are anxious, living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the moment.” – Lao Tzu

PS: We have had so many wonderful, enlightened teachers throughout history and we still don’t learn….

 

 

 

 

 

Writers Block Prevention

The rest of this month I am going to write Stories based on artwork from Norman Rockwell and Boris Vallejo.

I will select my favorites from these two legendary men and use the pictures as both inspiration and theme.

Here is my first selections…

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Norman Rockwells “The girl with a black eye”

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Boris Vallejos ” Vampires Kiss”
(I already have ideas for this one!)

I know there is a fancy smancy writing definition or style name for this, but I ain’t learned like the rest of y’all.

I’m just a big dumb stinky truck driver.

Basically… The real reason?

I need a new challenge.

I need some dope man…!!

My own creative writing class, so to say.

I’m sure y’all know exactly what I mean.

Plus, I am trying to do some editing and blending to a bunch of my stories into a book I guess.

Just for the hell of it…

I really don’t care about making money for writing and I’m perfectly happy as I am now, learning the craft from y’all.

Why would you want to make a living doing something you love?

I’m a freaking American, I demand a shitty and unfullfilling job!

It’d turn into a job eventually.

Do I want to be published?

Naaahhh… I think I’d like to, but even if I had the only paper or hard back copy ever, that would be enough.

The Land of WordPressia has helped me grow as a novice writer and shown me satisfaction in my life that I considered was beyond my reach…. And taught this old dawg a new thing ‘er two.

I learn….
I read…
I express…
I write….

I watch in amazement the talent levels and creations that bloom forth from the minds of “regular” people on WordPress and it really gives me hope in our futures.

“Whatever man’s mind is capable of dreaming, his hands can create”
– Treyzguy

Posted from WordPress by my Android by Treyzguy

oLDIE gOLDIE sUNDAY

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Tom stood there…puzzling.

He had never seen anything like this before.

He had to admit that his partners had warned him that underwriting a Project this risky would be unpredictable and impossible to forecast.

So he couldn’t very well complain to them. They would just shrug at him and give him “The Look” if he even attempted to make changes to this Project that he felt…you know…? Suited the partnership….

His main boss was completely unreasonable…a real ball-buster.

He reminded his boss that they had senior partners that were extremely interested in this venture. That they had invested years of patient, financial and moral support.

Their small firm could NOT drop the ball on this!

But, this? This new problem was a titty twister….

This is NOT what he had in mind when the Project was being thrust and shoved through the research, developmental, and implementation phases. Tom had expected a more immediate contribution to the bottom line from the Project, but since development and implementation it had become a money pit.

He thought of all the hours…days…weeks…months he had to wine and dine his partner and the investors.

They were not a drain on the partnership expense account that this Project was.

He never, ever expected this. How could he?

And now…it was broken.

The Project was faulty. It obviously had bugs that needed to be ironed out.

The budget was gonna be shattered. He knew it.

Tom stood there looking at the Project, his brows furrowed into a solid line….His nose itched…He flicked at it angrily

His eyes began to water….

Tom wiped away the tears and could see that the actual mechanics of the Project looked fine on the outside. At least it did to him.

He knew he wasn’t an expert…but…it looked okay.

….just

He had examined it thoroughly. He had even called in his partner…the investment group seniors…and other parties that had interests in the Project.

They all had advice and valuable input on the proper maintenance of the Project, but none contributed ANYTHING to this new problem.

The Project was leaking.

It was slinging grease.

It was making noises!

What in the hell went wrong?

Tom couldn’t dwell on that now.

He was the guy people came too.

He FIXED problems….made them go away…..

Tom sucked in his breath and tried to focus.

“Come on man, you got this” he whispered, popping his knuckles in that stretchy, self-assured way.

The Project was still leaking, and if it was possible….it was making more noise than earlier.

Tom had all the paperwork that was required to repair the problems.

The paperwork had come from the top with a terse command…”Just do it”

He bent down over the Project examining it carefully.

He could see where it was leaking.

He also found the crack where the grease was coming from and
he groaned out load.

There was something broken on the inside Dammit! That was the only way so much grease would be thrown out.

But he knew for a fact that the Project had been constructed above board.

Yeah…It was leaking…and it was still working, but lord what a racket!!

“That ain’t right” he thought.

This was his first…REAL…exposure to the problem he faced with this new Project. It was usually his partner and the investing senior group that handled the day to day operations.

Tom felt sick to his stomach.

So much pressure…so many expectations.

Not thinking, he absently ran his fingers over the fine lines of the Project.

He could feel it kicking against his hand.

He stopped…”What the…?” He looked at his fingers. They were covered in the thick grease and moisture that were leaking from the Project!

He grimaced…then made that gagging face.

Tom almost threw up in his mouth…”Jeez…” he coughed.

He looked around quickly, throwing the paperwork toward the leaks and cracked Project.

“Honey…where’s the baby wipes!?” He screamed.

The Project kicked and cooed.

Things….

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When I close my eyes 

I see…

What should I’ve done different?

Or kept the same…?

There’s no telling which I should’ve done

But, I’m here

To this point I’ve won….

 

 

 

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