Everyman

Everyman

     A novel, within a fairy tale,  that chronicles some of the beats, who were the romantic heros of my time.        

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Consciousness and The Waters of Life

Life as we know it depends on water~~~It's Essential~~~and the paths that it follows on the surface of our planet~~~mirror those of a spiritual pilgrimage of consciousness. These days science says that 1/3 of Earth's water came from comets that slammed into us during The Early Bombardment Period. So water came from somewhere else and changes form as it meanders across the face of the earth~~~sounds like a pilgrimage to me.

Water evaporates and loses it's form from the touch of the sun. Clouds fill the air and cast their shadows until they give it up and release their heavy burden. Rain falls upon the ground and follows it's many paths~~~as water trickles to stream~~~flows to river~~and roars into the ocean. Water is always seeking to return to it's source and the path that it takes even changes the face of the earth~~~a very spiritual process~~~indeed.

Spiritual as well as physical waters are needed to maintain our conscious life~~~and if you read any of my other posts~~~they all pay homage to fellow pilgrims who gave me a drink along the way~~~and they~~~in a very real way~~~helped maintain my spiritual life.

One of the best tributes that I can give any author is the story of what happened to me one day during the summer of 1980. I was leaving Las Vegas and about to sit down for breakfast at The Sands when I spotted a book on one of those old school turn around paperback book stands that used to be perched by the old time cash register. My eyes were drawn to one particular book and as I had heard of the author and wanted to give him a try I bought it on the spot. No newspaper~~~a book to read~~~while eating breakfast. By the time I had finished my last cup of coffee I was on page 20 and laughing so hard that I was crying. I tried not to laugh out loud~~~but that was as impossible as quitting reading~~~the damn book. I apologized to my waitress and assured her that I wasn't crazy as I wiped my eyes and paid my bill~~~but by the look on her face she really wasn't going to buy anything that I said~~~she'd seen many crazies in Vegas and I was just another one. Well? That's the first time I ever read anything written by Hunter S. Thompson~~~and the book I had picked up? Or had it picked me? Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Words were a better description of where I was~~~what I saw~~~what I had experienced~~~than the reality itself. That's not supposed to happen~~~but so it goes with the spiritual waters of life. Las Vegas~~~really is~~~The Savage Heart of The American Dream.

The Great American Spiritual Desert

Goddamn Bats

WHEN THE GOING GETS WEIRD, THE WEIRD TURN PRO
And that, I think, was the handle-that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark-that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson

Hunter called Las Vegas~~~The Savage Heart of The American Dream~~~and so it is, but The Real American Dream died and was buried a long time ago~~~as most of her remains are scattered about the grounds and rolling hills of Robert E. Lee's old homestead~~~aka~~~Arlington National Cemetery. American Mythology? She's embalmed in all manner of smiley faces~~~locked behind the corporate gates~~~of Disneyland. America's had a tough time of it~~~we haven't had a good spiritual rain since The '60s~~~and the drought has startlingly revealed some very ugly characters. George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Rush Limbaugh, Glen Beck, Sarah Palin~~~cardboard people with plastic values~~~Christ I don't even wanna' take the time to name them all. Drought takes it's toll. The character of people that America has produced has reached another low tide. Rabid Fundamentalism~~~a 'kin to that ole Manifest Destiny that 'et up most of the original Americans and their buffalo~~~is a viral infection in merica's thinkin'. There are a lot of Spiritual Idjiots on the loose these days~~~all 'a thinkin' that they can't be wrong 'cause God is on their side. Holy Smokin' Jesus~~~I wish that Hunter had lived to see this crazy-assed party we're having here on Desolation Row~~~or maybe it's Highway 61~~~I don't know~~~maybe Dylan does.