Bumbling Along

MK:  At one of my sacred places this morning (fyi--bike trails east side south of south eastern high school in front of hackberry trees and homeless tent areas--but actually, the judge's house for wayward women on a sunday at 630 am) and I had a glimpse of reality the way our ancestors used to experience it or so I imagine.  Sort of makes it all worthwhile

MO:  Details please.

MK:  Come on you know there can't be details, when the intellectual mind gets involved, it takes away all the fun, total buzz kill.  De-tails.  When you see the tails explaining it--details, it takes away the heart of it.  De-composition, De-compose, De-construction, De-fy, De-scribe.  I don't like this De.  I want to have a word with him.  I will show you my tail though if it helps.  

Oh, and another reason I don't like the catholic churches is I used to work with this guy, and I go to New Years Day Parties at his house.  He lives about 5 miles from you:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Clohessy.   And another reason I don't like the catholic church is because they don't allow women priests.  That's a total anathema to what I actually believe in terms of an earth based, nature, woman creator sort of thing.  And because I'm on a roll and evidently need to get this off my chest, I would totally go back to the church if they just came out with the fact that Jesus was likely gay or queer or likely not straight. Then I'd go back to the church because we all know gay people are more fun and to exclude queerness from your community likely founded by a queer seems like a total train wreck.  And if you don't believe me on this, this guy wrote a book on it:  https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-queerness-of-it-all-an-interview-with-jeffrey-kripal/

Deep breaths, settle down.

Now to circle back from all of this anti-Catholicism back to the question of of the details of my experience, basically, the fact that I was brought up with a monotheistic religion precludes me usually from the type of experience i had this morning, except on rare occasions when the animistic undercurrents can peek through the totalitarian monotheistic conditioning.  In other words, my fundamental critique of Christianity is that it gets in the way of a more primal intimate experience of reality by superimposing a unitary divinity on the vastness.

Of course, then Kali reminds me just to shut the fuck up.   

How do you pronounce Dolphin?

 So I'm writing this poem to the woman who might be on the podcast to sort of set the mood.  And its not really a poem, because I'm not a poet, and I know it.  But it goes like this:

So Walt Whitman thought we all contain multitudes.  Which in this day and age mean that we all contain emojis.  Lots and lots of those little fuckers.

And when I'm texting that roofer, getting all roofied, I got the stream of those little fuckers coming out of my phone

one after another like a little computer program spouting out shit.  And Goddamit, each one of those little guys its a part of me.  I got all of them little things going on inside.  

And if really want to go back even before Walt baby, those multitudes (cause probably Walt knew about bacteria or something--he was a nurse after all for a time) (footnote see below), 

back if we were all indigenous--all those little fuckers would probably be like spirits.   Lots of little ones.  And big ones, tricksters, Elegua, Ogun, Oshun, Shango, Eshu, Yemaya and hundreds more.  Even more than those goddamn emojis.

And let me tell you, the orisha are not amused about what they have become.  (Well actually some of them are, but that's another story)

And you may think, I'm crazy for thinking each one of our thoughts is a spirit and we are all possessed and haunted as fuck.  Or a hollow bone--after all he was a Fool's Crow, right?  

But our haunting is like a majestic tree with roots and emojis spreading down to the earth in all directions exchanging vital fluids with us just like male squirrel on the tree was trying to do to the female squirrel. 

But if that is cray cray, I would much rather be the cray than those two woman on the trail in front of me today.  So many emojis coming out of their mouth or what they are going to do at work today, what they are cooking, where there are going this weekend all with a posture hunching down to the ground, dead before their time.

But maybe I shouldn't be so hard on them.  Those emojies gotta get to the earth, one way or another.  And some people have roots (or want them like me) and all some people got is emojies coming out trying to get to the earth through a hunched body.

FN1  Louis Pasteur supposedly discovered bacteria around 1860.  So Walt may have know about this when he did the multitudes bit.