Sunday, August 19, 2012

Things Are Not What You Think Think They Are.....Or Is That the Morphine Talking

When you are worn out from screaming and hollering with pain, not overtly but inside your head, you finally shut up and just pant a little.......that is when it gets blissfully quiet inside and you get a chance to meet your soul.  At least that is what happened to me during these recent stays in the hospital.  While crawling around inside trying to find a place to hide I  stumbled on a little niche just under my rib cage sheltering a small blue unwavering flame and I knew that was the essence of me.  We did not converse, but I took great comfort from the encounter.

This really confirmed my suspicion that the image I see in the mirror while brushing my teeth is just a robot creature......a construction intended to provide protection, mobility and a comfortable residence for that awesome, remarkable blue flame to enable it to accomplish something.....I wish I knew what.

I imagined what it may have been like before "the Beginning".    Just whirling chaos, and the Super Intelligence takes a look around and sees an infinity of immense power but no mechanism to put it to work. So what is needed is a container with attributes.........something solid but resilient and mobile.....a couple of legs and arms and oh yeah,  some hands with opposable thumbs, some plumbing, some heating, a pump/motor a small computer brain to enable thoughts, ideas, creativity and, most importantly, a safe niche to cradle and protect  the blue flame of source energy.  Yeah.....that oughta do it. Now all of that sacred energy can be put to work to accomplish.....well, something.

Sadly, it is my opinion that at this point a grave mistake was made. (yes, I admit my arrogance, but that is how it appears to me).  Instead of simply cloning a bunch of the creatures and letting them have at it and seeing how it all worked,  they were ordered to, "Go forth and multiply" and once sex was allowed to enter the equation it was all for naught........because obviously  no good deeds or brilliant projects, no matter how finely wrought, can compete with the sex drive.....and so here we are and that is my interpretation of how we got into this mess and I contend that my idea is as good as anybody's.

Needless to say, I haven't the slightest idea of how we are supposed to get out of the mess we are in..... But the one thing that was clear to me during my communing with my source is that, at some point the trusty robot creature will break down, wear out and cease to function and can be abandoned by the roadside to be recycled into something useful.  No tears are necessary or appropriate.  The blue flame will simply fly back to join the group hug in the vast lake of its source.  Nothing is lost and nothing is wasted.  

Beyond all this, I still know nothing.

P.S  Lest you fear that the Lo you know has completely morphed into a madwoman, I swear that I believe I have never been saner.   And for more good news, my right thigh, which once resembled the Smithfield ham that eclipsed Manhattan, has retreated in size and tenderness and is now very near its old, flabby, fatty self.  And that is a GOOD thing.

And now, back to Football.............


18 comments:

  1. Oh Lo. Yes! And your flame, that sweet blue flame that burns just under your ribcage is bright and yes, unwavering and I am so glad of its warmth and light.

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  2. Mess? What mess are we in? Life is fantastically awesome and wonderous. Besides...I AM READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!

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  3. Well, if I were the Super Intelligence, faced with this whirling chaos and this precious blue flame and wanting to get from there to, well, anywhere really, maybe I’d think ‘Okay, but let’s have a bit of fun along the way.’

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  4. Your theory sound purty darn good to me!!

    Hike!!!

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  5. You took an interesting excursion! And you have found some peace, but not much of it in this world, it seems. I agree that a lot is wrong with our world, and I blame greed more than sex. But every day I find beauty and other good things, too. Your discovery of your internal blue flame is a highlight for today. May it continue to burn steady and bright.

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  6. The moments that lead to flame-meeting--these are rare and monumental. However, perhaps I am merely flesh, but the SEX was a mistake?!? Oh dear, there goes half my reason for getting up in the morning....

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  7. Definitely a blue flame. My friend told me that they came upon me asleep, once, and there were blue flames coming off my body! Scared them to death. Didn't try to analyze it, just knew to leave it, alone, and wait for the communion. Now, how did I know that?... Very interesting post.

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  8. Funny, I've been thinking the exact same thing a lot lately. So how wrong can you be?

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  9. Great read as always... ;) love it

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  10. Oh my dear Lo, the wisdom of this blog made the tears roll...This is one I will never forget. I so agree with Ms Moon..That sweet blue flame that burns under your ribcage is bright, and unwavering. I don't know what the Master's plans are for us, but I know that your light is always going to shine. You have made such an impact on so many with your blogs,,I think this is one of your best ever,,but I love them all,

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  11. Could it be this post that was meant to be accomplished?

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  12. Oh Lo...how I have missed you...

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  13. I hope your recovery is going well, Lo!

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  14. Hi Lo... Sorry to hear that you have been poorly.
    Glad to hear that you are on the mend.

    Drugs can reveal some pretty useful or unusual facets of our psyche so don't worry that you have lost anything, like a plot....

    Big hugs to you for your speedy recovery.

    xxx

    P.W.

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  15. Yes Lo, a good description of how we function and I totally agree that it was ruined by the introduction of sex. Trouble is, I need a new one to reside in, this one is rusty and I don't have a Dorothy with a tin can, the memory unit doesn't function any more and really needs rebooting, I suppose its time I went for scrap.

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