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Moses led them out of Egypt

Emancipation

from fallacy

emancipation from a 'master' is the first step for freedom. After that there is still the hard work, for the freed person, of freeing his or her mind from what the 'master' has done to him or her. And so, even though Moses led them out of Egypt, he could not lead them out of the wastelands of their own thoughts. And so that generation never did get to see the Holy Land. None of them.

In these troubling times it is often a good idea to, as Emmett Fox suggests, "escape to the mountains." If you can't go to your own mountains, where ever they are, you can travel there in your mind by reading the Psalms. The loftiness of the Psalms elevates you! It does sound corny: but the fact is that understanding The Psalms is understanding poetry! The cadence of them has a naturalness that is effective in make one feel the power the writer describes. The truth of Psalms are strong emotional tautologies: but are not based upon intellectual truth. The truth of Psalms is emotional truth! Emotional truth is a stronger type of truth, because intellectual truth is only good when balanced with emotional truth. Emotion is much more natural and old-school than intellect. You have emotion from the beginning of life (and perhaps before, if you think of things in those lines of thought). Intellect comes later.

When I am down, and feeling the hit of constant ping of barrage of the news, the bad things in life, dealing with other people's demons, having my demons go after their demons. (it's just a freak show sometimes) I like to read various Psalms. I found the 46th and the 19th a good combination. Also I like the 37th when I am obsessing about how powerful and loud-mouthed demagogues like to opine their fallacies with accusatory bravado as if anyone who doesn't agree with their dictates and false science is an apostate, like this office-holder is the pope (but say it like Inspector Clouseau) and you are that naive Galileo Galilei.

June 25, 2013 (6-25-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes wiked stale quickly so it is always updated. Some more than other content. Also: some of the content here is of a much higher quality than other content here. So if you don't like something I don't care. I am just a cron bot anyway, aren't I? Giggly-poo wants my mind in 30 years..

~ OK Now.

Back in time when you were dead/No one listened what you said/You turned the booth up on it's head/Take a can and paint it red.

It was cold on the dance floor. He approached her. She rejected him. It was a blatent case of bad writing. He thought "what modivates me? How do I fall down now?" It was paranoia so he left it there. He approaches another dancer. She accepts his invitation. Off they go dancing drunkenly into the evening.

Praise God!

"I saw him there on Church Street outside the icecream shop with a sundae made with Cookie Dough. . ." said Do-teller.

How's the breeze?
  How's the breeze where you are?
   did you get a nice car?
         Do they let you go far?
   did you meet a Rock Star?

  Do you know where we're going?
      are benificent signs now showing?
          what are other people knowing?

  back here on Earth those of us who
       remember you think that
      we will meet you some time again, 
    how could we, the
     lights get dimmer as the
          ferry crosses that 
      deep water.

   Off in Heaven
      where you are with Jack and Hunter
  I think you must be
        tripping up the North Wind chasing geese that fly along
         those ten thousand islands
      dreams of a farther field that
    I haven't had time to recollect the
 sound of sudden thunder and the thunderheads
    throwing lightening bolts
        all around you
 ascending into the heartbreak that we hide
     like a rollarcoaster ride chunking
    crunching
        clicking
      shaking,
    click
      click, wood creeks
  the splinter of a sound
   the part where you almost facing forward. The part
       where you see the whole park,
  the whole shoreline, the
     boardwalks there, there, and there
 angels dance at the top
      of a long spiril crystal stair and you can't fall off.


See the pretty lights
  
  "I'm not bound by those lies!" he
  said with certainty
       the moon
  laying down 
      tired.

 
  Praise God!
  








Wake up!



"Apple Dappery? What the . . . does that mean?"

Very sad about bear that need to be put down, not really funny but . . . so we don't all die of sadness . . . for some reason I have made a parady about this which I share in an earlier coloumn. So look for that. You can see the arrow, now it is blue, that lets you go to an earlier column..