Self Love

I finally had the cry I needed. I can’t even say “had,” I’m not even really finished. I had wanted to have a good cry for a long time now, I knew it would clear up a lot, but nothing seemed powerful enough to trigger more than a sweet tear or two. A certain book has been sitting on my shelf that I bought thanks to a dear friend’s recommendation. I hadn’t read it, and it was just sitting there. Around midnight, I picked it up and read the whole thing. “Tuesdays with Morrie.”

Dorm Girls Don’t Like Me!

When I was talking to the a good friend who lives in my building, she told me flat out that the other girls on her floor really don’t like me. I felt hurt—genuinely sad! So I asked her why they don’t like me. She said I do things that make them (and even her) mad, like say, “Good girl.” I smiled and said, “Well, that’s alright, I like saying that. What else?” She explained that these girls who don’t like me are used to having guys fawn all over them and kiss their asses, but I don’t even let them interrupt me when I’m speaking.

Ah, Education

This is a great story from Osho’s “Intuition.” As soon as I read it, I knew I had to post it.

“The Animal School”

The animals got together in the forest one day and decided to start a school. There was a rabbit, a bird, a squirrel, a fish, and an eel, and they formed a board of directors. The rabbit insisted that running be in the curriculum. The bird insisted that flying be in the curriculum. The fish insisted that swimming had to be in the curriculum, and he squirrel said that perpendicular tree climbing was absolutely necessary to the curriculum. They put all of these things together and wrote a curriculum guide. Then they insisted that all of the animals take all of the subjects.

Garbage Can Zen

When I was a little kid, perhaps around 4, my family came into possession of a huge cardboard box. Naturally, much fun was had with it in the basement, as my friends and I would hide in and play with it. One day, it was gone. I asked my parents where it was, and they said they’d thrown it away. I went out to the garage and found it lying on the floor, flattened and sad and wet. I cried. For years after, when friends would be telling stories about their childhood that were supposed to be embarrassing or innocent, I told them about the time I cried over a cardboard box.

Now allow me to transcribe a passage from Dr. David Hawkins’ I: Reality and Subjectivity:

Mike Becomes a Hobo

I’ll come right out with it—I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately. Spiritually, socially, lots of things. But I trusted the universe…

So tonight was Friday night and like most other nights, I had no idea what I was gonna be doing. My drinking friends were out drinking, my hot female friends were out drinking (hehe), and no potential plans were really sucking me in, ya know? So I was reading my newest book by David Hawkins when I decided to put it down and meditate for a while. And out of that void of mental serenity popped an image: me, playing guitar, on the street downtown.

Nice and Concise, Bill Hicks

Night Rain = Naked Run. Day Rain = Mud Football.

Today has been an exercise in acceptance. It’s been cold and rainy all day, and I would usually be grumbling my way from here to there, fighting my discomfort.

Let’s start from the beginning:

Returning from my last class of the day, I turned the potentially icky walk back to my dorm into a joyous little pseudo-sprint, trying to keep my jacket dry. I found myself laughing like a retard along the way.

I am a genius, worship now please kthx.

Just kidding. I did write some amazing shit, but worship yourself instead, because we’re all one and therefore I’m not so sure about the existence of intellectual property.

Universal Justice

Before reading this article, you should be sure to have read this article. Thank you!

What the Greek play Oresteia demonstrates is the evolution of justice from the egocentric stage (a prerational response–less advanced than rational thought) to the sociocentric stage (a rational response, decided by rational thought and deliberation in a court). Modern justice operates at this rational stage today. Courts seek compromise, so that criminals don’t end up dead for stealing turnips, yet people with one less turnip feel redeemed. The next stage, which society seems far from ready for, is the transrational (more evolved, wise, and “good” than rational thought) stage of universal justice.

So what is the law of universal justice?