Random Thoughts

RL101909-MON-I woke up thinking that all sellers try to get the bicameral brain working so that we take commands as if from the gods. Authority of voices from heaven so to speak to deliver us from evil and deliver their products to your door with additional shipping and handling charges. We must be divinely convinced that we can’t live without the secret of some such product. Sometimes it may be true but you can bet the majority of times it’s not. The godmen who have slain thousands of dragons can tell you how to do it too. It occurs to me that everyone is in an individual situation that is particular to him and following a cookbook recipe might not cut it. Since I am inclined not to do that I guess I won’t know until I do. I teach techniques in martial art that way though because I will say do it just like this while demonstrating a technique. I see that differently somehow though. No matter what there are nuances that can’t be taught to all because of stages of development. You must be developed enough to be able to recognize, get, feel, see, understand, or appreciate what it is. You can get by without it, you feel you don’t need it and it’s somewhat true, you can and don’t really. But if you want to be on the next level it’s something that becomes a must. I’ve come to think that most nuances must be found while training because as I say it’s not something easily taught. When you find one it is an edge and that must be why Musashi keeps saying that you must think on this deeply and constantly. That’s why Bo said it is what it is. I remember his pronouncing maneuver and it sounded like mani-over. Nobody else knew what he was talking about and that’s an example of a nuance.
To Chris Knowles: Princeton professor Julian Jaynes in his book “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind” asserts that civilization was the result of hallucinations of the ancients. He does not say that it was due to entheogens but due to the structure and evolution of the brain, which could have been influenced by entheogens. I don’t want to repeat his entire thesis but it would be interesting for your perusal I’m sure. This is the third time I’ve read the book and only now does it make sense. He talks about Osirus, Apollo, Mayan and Cherokee mythology and archeological discoveries around the world. Now that I have a background of other material I can invision a relation with Sitchin’s work as well. One of the most poignant things he reports is a dig at Eynan and the king’s tomb dating to 9000BC where the skeletons were oriented to Mt. Hermon only thirty miles away and he references the Osirus myth as having possibly begun.

What if...

DL101109SUN-J.J. was the hall monitor in a school that was also a dorm. I was assigned a top bunk and they were three high and totally unstable, mine collapsed with me on it and I wondered how anyone on any other level would survive. I attended class for some undefined subject and it consisted of building some type of part for who knows what. I somehow got the job of tutoring a careless kid who spilt water from a teapot everywhere because he would not watch what he was doing. And he would puke when we had to ride the ultra modern elevators that made it look like you were in the air because they were made of glass or at least clear on all sides. I don’t remember what subject I was supposed to tutor him or if I was just a babysitter. I must have been there to teach him how to defend himself. Thinking back now he looked a lot like me when I was in grammar school, he even wore the same glasses. That is pretty wild now that I think of it.
NDC-If I traveled in time either way to meet myself what would I do when I did. Say I go back and find me as a kid and tell my young self what? Would I be deterministic and say that you are going to be me and this is what you have done. Even though I am quite satisfied with how I’ve turned out there are other paths that I could have taken and they would have lead to varying degrees of success or disaster, The Skipper said, ”There is no failure, only a redefinition of objectives”. (It’s not the literal dream that’s important it’s the ideas that can spring from discussing that are important.) What was I interested in then would be more important than what I found out later to the developing boy. He would have been more interested in motorcycle racing than in Judo, and more into hard science like biology or chemistry rather than social science or anthropology, which would come later. Then he never had a desire to be cop and would have preferred religious training. The biggest common denominator for the two selves would be the interest in for want of better terms, the paranormal, and a desire to travel the world. Even earlier times the boy would play with his cousins and he would lead them on safari in the darkest jungles and the high veldt of Africa. When the boy was in the seventh grade they still let parents buy them junior chemistry sets with potentially deadly chemicals that I never heard of anyone dying from. One evening he was fooling around and found some sparklers from a past holiday and lit them in his room. When they had burned out he sat satisfied and leaned back in his chair hands behind his head and promptly tipped over backward making quite a ruckus. His mother and sister ran to see what the noise was and he was still on the floor laughing at his clumsiness. It was his little sister that started the story that he blew himself up with his chemistry set and it has been repeated so many times he almost believed it himself.
I would entice the kid by saying something like, “Hey kid wanna learn some martial art, it’ll make your motorcycle racing better. Instead of coming in second and third in your first two races I bet you can win. Especially since your third place finish was on a 175 in the 250 class on a bike you’d never rode until that race. If you win you just might get some sponsorship so you can keep on racing. With talent like yours you can only get better and better. Who knows someday you could be racing with Freddie Merkel or Bob the Hurricane Hannah or the future King Kenny Roberts.” The love of motorcycles and racing would be a theme that coursed through both lives.
I was in the Army stationed at FT. Ord, California on the Monterey Peninsula where there just happed to be a racetrack named Laguna Seca, which actually bordered the FT. The year was 1985, the race was the Champion Spark Plug 200, and I had my first chance to see live motorcycle roadracing. Most of the racers on the track that day would gain fame if they didn’t already have it. There were past and future world champions on the track that day and in those days the Americans were strong with the racing force. The most outstanding duo that day was Kenny Roberts and Randy Mamola. From the start of the main race they diced back and forth passing each other for the lead and passing everyone else that got in the way. I watched from the hill by the famous corkscrew curve and would run back and forth myself to see as much of the track as possible and follow the epic battle that was playing out in front of the crowd. I was totally thrilled when they would come out of turn 11 at the bottom of the hill and pass everyone on the way to star/finish on the back wheel. King Kenny was my hero then and I was routing for him but he had transmission problems and Randy Mamola won the race. I can’t find the race line-up but it had to be one of the best fields ever staged. Future world champions Fred Merkel, Wayne Rainey, Kevin Shwantz, Doug Chandler, Scott Russell were all in the Superbike race that day and Kenny and Randy in the F1 class. I was 28 at the time and hooked for life on both classes of racing. Had I been able to teach that kid martial art he might have been able to be on the track with all those heroes and not just one of the crowd watching.

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