IntroductionWhat follows are some of the remnants – the “jetsam and flotsam” – that somehow have survived in various forms and shapes after being hauled around through dozens and dozens of moves over the eight decades of my life. They reflect thoughts and ideas that arose in the places I have called “home” or “office” since that day in October of 1936 when my birth certificate says I incarnated into this world. I have found boxes, note cards, pads of lined paper (written upon), some bits of napkins, file folders, underlined books and pamphlets, and articles researched.
Before deciding to ‘toss’ these, I started reading the words and found a very interesting and perceptive (to me, at this time) person who wrote and researched these items. Having done some past life ‘adventures,’ and trying to connect to the entity that wrote some of the materials and poems presented herein, I find that for some, it seems like there was a distinctly ‘other’ who wrote/experienced/channeled those words, thoughts, concepts. Some of the materials were written and collected for a book on Happiness that I worked on (and never finished). I remain fascinated by the insights, wisdom and concepts that were penned over those many years. From whence they came and for what purpose they were written I cannot say as of this writing. What I do find is that as I read and re-read these words they fit and mirror more and more of where I am now on the path toward answering the ‘why am I/why am I here?’ question, and the subset of ‘who are we/who are we?’ What was the pull that attracted me to harvest those words and concepts from the infinite possibilities that exist? What was the prescience that guided the pen (and later the keyboard) to have the words sit there – in files, in boxes, in some place in keyboard memory? Were they pulled from some vortex in the Zero Point Field we understood as being the vacuum of space? I have gone back to what was published (very amateurishly) in 2011 and have ‘polished’ some of what was there and tossed some of the stuff that sneaked in. Clink on it, open it anywhere. If you are so motivated, I’d love to discuss whatever comes to your mind. |
THIS THING |