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Who do you work for?

Who do we (all) work for?

Reminds a bumper sticker:

“My boss is a jewish carpenter.”

So be it.

Out of Love, The 40 Year Cycle

I feel it like crossing a river right now. Like going over this big wave that still comes roaring from this 1967ish unfolding event. Uranus must be playing part in it.
Still vibrating, not over yet.

I fell it as a big river. Watching PBS about Hippies, Frisbee, reading Rolling Stones. Like going back and recognizing its familiarity. Find the pieces that I can try to put together here and that in some way make me part of this Boomer Generation. Transplanted from South America. Latin if you like.
Looking back today seems like a treat. Able to recognize what a 9 year old was doing. Ready to launch the planet into a new era.

The late 60s. That wave of love and growth hit me first slow then it turned into a tsunami.

I rolled in it for quite a while, under the confusing waters of the Brazilian land. And only from a distance now I can see that back then all I needed was my own permission to be.

So now I can see the mix of openness and repression waving towards me and how dysfunctional that can be.

Trying to be open to the love of the 60’s while fathers ran scared of their own sons and abuse them. Shutting them down.

Being in America for me now is to live throughout a full reboot.

Now I can say what hit me.

Reading the 40th edition of Rolling Stones I can see pieces of me still floating on that 60s riverfront. Its resonance is present and takes me to that next level. It is still palpable. You gotta fell it.

Relax, fear not

In each one of those interviews I can see myself in some timepiece I played back then.

{Idea for Movie about Peace: Cut time pieces and make this one movie rotating 46 through 64 in news headlines sounding the radio news and moving forward, calendar pages falling, moving with news from Sputnik in 57’s, Beatles in 64, Playboy in 68. You got the picture, symbols with those year’s references.}

Then keep going all the way to 07 but keep going. That’s the trick, till 23 or so. Paint it. With hope for our kids, those inside our own selves and those outside, waiting for a world to live in.

Stop playing Kids

And I’m not quite done with those interviews yet. I can see a piece of my own trip. But threading into a Time conversation involves planning. It is like watching Deja Vu with Denzel. Trippy.

This time I can say that either I spend my time to help our cause and mine course, but putting time if you will to keep our planet’s beat healthy. And to have something to share with each other.

I see myself within this big crystal, monad if you want some an older reference. Playing notes that match what is coming out of my speakers and my neighbors vibes. And then I can see how families are key.
I fell communities as the way we grow these crystals. Families. Relating to each other.

That’s the cell. Without it, hard.

One Now

I fell this poll of energy as this river that we all flow through. Now.

One single all inclusive moment.

And please loop the last phrase a couple of times please. Comfort yourself in the recurring wave of love.
This is love. For each other. Praying to have your message of love reaching ashore.This is how I can say I relate to you if you got this far.

In a way to communicate with my own.

As a member of the 46~64 crowd I can relate to.

Belong

Let’s say that I wanted it bad, and still want it.

Lovingly express my own being. Express yourself, what else can you do if alive?

That’s what nature is about I guess. Seed growing, natural growth. If you can’t be yourself in your own own blog, where else can one be? As in putting hope in a generation that might not see 5 years old laughing at them as often as they used to.

That can be sad.

Hope

Trying to introduce the concept. Something that put us all, in the same Earthboat.

Let’s call this Boat, Our Hope, as in hope from one member of my Generation to yell the urgency of this moment. This is it. This can be over soon let’s pray for a longer existence as a race by meditating towards a view of our single skin. How can we include all in this planet in this single skin.

Accomplish what the 60’s where about.

Learn how you can generate a lot of energy, like during the 60ths but added to it focus and realization.

Grateful Dead

Read Weir’s incredibly lucid view of the current time. What an open head.

Do I want to make a difference? Yes. That is the Hope. Leave the planet with something to say about it. Our times together. As a Generational Family if one can call that.

I feel that well, guess I will take on this one by myself first so I can prove the thesis, but I fell that this is it.

Matches my own productivity cycles and a time to act. Gore comes to mind.

I wish I could have told him at his keynote at the Embedded Systems Conference in San Jose, CA, please let me vote for you. Please.

It is ours generation turn. It is now or never boys & girls. We have to take this bull by the head. Or we will head down a precipice without turn back.

Jung seen it, he can be trusted.

Now @ The Energy Pool (Quanta Boys Play the Field)

Let’s all realize our own potential (does one realize itself only when light shines its path?) and let’s lighten up the planet, baby. This one big self consciousness’s, selfless if you might say so.

Imagine this pool. Of Energy. Indivisible Universe.

This is Our Love. Now. 40 years cycle. We boomers can relive it now.

Can fell it now.

One People. Zawinul style.

Love is our Salvation, Help, Healing.

Sorry about the prophetic tone, but if we don’t wake up as a brotherhood right this minute. We as a Race (All Guys, Uni, Al Gore??) everybody in. We are definitively and royally screwed. This is it.

We either wake up now or never.

This is my turn, Ours?

[Update: Check this article from the SF Chronicle with a more formal way on the same subject.]

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One Book

For less than anyone in this planet needs wants wishes desires views differ, agree get along well or not, one point is: this book in only one.

No matter how many ways we tell the story, it is our book. We wrote, write it.

Now.

Ok, stop a bit and balance timeline back and forth between future present past now.

Imagine now the past meeting going into the future. Or the future going to meet the past. The thing is, they meet right here now. Energy comes out of this vacuum cleaner. This is a self sustaining process. Infinite. Energy exists while matter gets created and vice-versa.

They are recombining, into this black/white hole door. Vacuum cleaner of universes.

And where you put this light focus on, you move between now, past and future. Along with, floating along, don’t sink. Just barely floater, like those stingrays, to flow along.

It is water from centuries flowing right into the sink tube. Fast than ever.

Let it go by and don’t hold anything. Just let it go while helping keep the right beat, pulse of the planet.

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Wants

From the top (or bottom) of my almost 50’s I would say to you that it starts to get hard not to believe things are what they are. Or that you need to look at both sides of the coin, and act too.

So your wants and the wants of the Earth mesh into something hard to understand. Then it becomes easier just to follow its flow. Or flow with the follow?

Getting there.

One is passive in a way. Wait and see. The other involves some more action so not a dumbbed down version of self.

The action is almost palpable nowadays. Somehow it is obvious to everyone what needs to be done.

Well, sorry if I sound too full of it or whatever who the heck is this guy to say something like that? Yeah, I agree. Too much.

So, back to wants.

What do I want? What does this time is asking me to do, be?

Is this a contradiction? Does a time asks me what I don’t want? I guess in some cases it does. Like now.

Polarizing into two cells, mitochondrial phasing. I may becoming my own Self. Individual.

Maybe the family thing is just now evaporating and the fears of those years fading away. Now I can see myself in the shade of a backing sun and realize it.

By trying to keep things in balance. Holding the fort. Managing to stay afloat, embattled but still bending as a bamboo shoot.

Thinking what the heck am I supposed to be, do? This family thing, this fear of letting your child be as Badi Assad would say. And staying on your own feet, or learning finally to stand for oneself.

Walking the talk.

But still, it does look like a whole being if you stay down inside.

Looking curious into this world made out of light and darkness. Our current pulling apart, male female, poor rich, fast slow, black white. Makes all loose peace. Can’t stay, quiet any longer than necessary.

And what when it is damnly necessary to cease.

Till when the rush? When will everyone stop and pay attention to the same one thing that is falling apart in front of our very eyes.

Is the split a marriage, a planet, a new born with a 2001 type conscience?

I’m realizing a self. Is this a sign that by uniting liberated selfs we can become a new individual? At this Aquarium Aging?

Are we grouping into a single being somehow? Our growing consciousness? Till the day everoone stops and see. One. Want.

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