the sun is rising (also)... it is beautiful this morning... and wow, go figure... here I am feeling hippie...

yeah, sung to the tune of I Feel Pretty from West Side Story and I'll not bestow the rest of the little ditty on you just at the moment because I can be kind or wise or something and I'd rather not completely direct your attention elsewhere (if it's not too late for that) until you've read the entire entry below because...

hopefully that matters to you... and so, on with it... after listening to Kathleen Edwards for at least dozens of times in the past week, I finally pop in the next CD in the current CD stack and unbenownst to me (because I so easily choose to forget cuz I love surprises) is a 30th Anniversary Edition of Odessey & Oracle by the Zombies... talk about flower children (where?... who's a flower child?)... I love the liner notes for this CD... the original liner notes open the 16 page booklet and those original notes open with Shakespeare:

"Be not afraid;
The isle is full of noises
Sound, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices."

like can you dig it?... thousands of musicians all playing and huming and singing some sweet sounds, filling the air with energy... how I wish I knew these people in person in their times... the original liner notes were written by Ron Argent and Al Kooper in 1968... yeah, hippie times... times when the inate individuality of each person was pretty much accepted as the way it is, not as some rebelious abnormality that is a sin in the eyes of conformity...

Really music is a very personal thing; it's a product of personal experiences. Since no two people have been exactly alike, each writer has something unique to say. That makes anything which is not just a copy of something else worth listening to. ~ Ron Argent

maybe you had to be there (I certainly hope not, I mean, I certainly hope that having to have been alive in the 1960's would be a prerequisite to understanding what living peace and love truly means and how it feels)... the energy, the vibs are still flowing all around us (no matter how long they are ignored, no matter how many ignore them)... it's a matter of raising consciousness to become aware of the energy, the feelings similar (yet uniquely individual) within each of us... to love and be loved, truly, who does not wish this?...

no matter how jaded or brutalized or cynical or abused or insane one becomes, no matter how confused, the rare exception to the human kind is one who truly seeks isolation and a void of feeling from the start of life... no, most every life leaves the womb seeking comfort, cuddling, love... and perhaps that is the true separation between a lower form of life and a higher form, that the lower forms eat or neglect their young while the higher forms emerge to seek contact, cuddle, comfort, love...

surely there are many who, after years of negative experiences (some too horrible to want to ever recall, no less tell about or re-live, even if to resolve and overcome... alas, there comes a point when resolution and repair may seem truly impossible), give up on the core connection of life, the deepest desire common to all individuals (when your dog or cat curls up next to you for comfort, that same inate feeling passes through all life forms, comfort, love)...

the scariest thought in this life for me is to think that, with the vast potential of the human mind, some people actually shut down to the level of the reptilian or insect brain and consume or neglect their young and abuse each other from the simplest insensitivities of ignoring a child in need to the mass atrocities of war... and the justifications, how could it possibly be justified?... what a cruel waste of the potential of the human mind...

but I will believe what I want to believe... just as Jesus people believe there is only one way to heaven, just as Buddha people and Allah people and Jewish people and Hindu people and so many diverse groups believe they have found a path to a better way of life (even if that better way is only after death, which does not make much sense to me cuz it seems to avoid actually living this life, but then, who am I to question another's belief) believe what they want to believe... I believe in what is behind all the words, beneath all the ornate symbolism, under the clothes, within the skin...

I believe in cellular memory, in DNA coding, in physical spirituality... I believe in the energy that connects all things, the energy that becomes life and consciousness when arranged in some specific relationship to the energies around it... I believe in subatomic particles and the energy that can not be seen... I believe some call that energy God and I call love... I need no physical conceptualization or animorphization in my belief (for though it can be fun, it leads to conflict and confusion)... I believe true understanding of the nature of the universe comes from trusting the timeless energy within everything at the simplest level where matter and energy are the same thing...

wonderful chills and sweet shudders of sensory memory and timeless lives pass through me now... excuse me whilst I linger long and appreciate deeply...

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