TELEPATHIC KNOWINGNESS

I am  telepathic.

Science has not found evidence of telepathy, but that does not mean that telepathy doesn’t exist.;  it should be noted however, that in order to discover that kind of evidence, there must first have been a method devised for identifying given thoughts in more than one subject using time and space as forms of measurements. In other words Science must first have a means of replicating Telepathy in order to discover Telepathy. (And then there are the schizophrenics among us.)

If you want to know why I say I am telepathic then check back tomorrow. I am not schizophrenic.

GOAL SETTING

Goal setting is not all it’s believed to be.

Example: Imagine setting a goal to build a new product, ready to manufacture by April 1 of this year. We shall rely heavily on what we know in order to set the date. But there are technical changes taking place that will surely affect our plans, so…

Do we wait until we have acquired improved knowledge and skills?

Do we guess at a new date?

We might have taken either of those philosophical paths twenty years ago but would it be smart in the current market?

Actually, if we are to pay any attention to the written words of those who discussed these same kinds of problems two to five thousand years ago we might be prioritizing better today.

Taoism, Confucianism, Zen; these attitudes place a much higher priority on The Path we take rather than The Goal; in fact with such thinking, that which we label as The Goal has no more status than the title of a good book; the title exists for the sole purpose of drawing attention to the text or The Path.

Here’s what many of us are still doing.

1: Visualize a product.

2: Plan the creation of the product.

3: Plan the financing of the manufacture of the product.

4: Plan the marketing of the product.

5: Plan the target date.

6: Create an alternate plan.

 

In other words, no matter how well we plan, the final result will be much different.

A practical solution is to focus on The Path. That way we are more open to newer and better ways of reaching the planned goal with a much better product than was originally imagined.

IS IT BETTER TO DO NOTHING? (EXPECTATIONS)

From yesterday: 

“Thirty minutes later we were back at Glen Ellen Hill with a wooden sled which now had rails made not only of wood but were line with flat brass curtain rods.

Belly down. Give it a push. Yipeeeeee.”

And away I went. I made it almost to the bottom of the hill. The other kids were swooping past at much higher speeds than I and ending their ride 100 feet or more beyond me. I had already had a lesson in disappointment and yet a better one about overcoming problems, I told my partner in sled design that I’d like to stay awhile if he wanted to go on; I could get myself back home. Father congratulated me for the third time and waved good-bye and I pulled my sled back up to the top of the hill and repeated my performance with pretty much the same results and then wandered over to the club house to think awhile.

The difference in performance, I said to myself is not the sled itself, but the material used for the runner. there wasn’t much use in trying to make it better and I had a great idea for earning income when the grass turned green; I could buy my own Western Flyer. And then I remembered a movie at the Bison Theatre last Friday; it had a scene at a ski resort.

I took another ride down Glen Ellen Hill, then went back home and inventoried the garage for building materials. I was intent on making a set of skis.

More tomorrow.

IS IT BETTER TO DO NOTHING? (YIPEEEEEE)

“From yesterday 1/22/2015

Shocked by the realization that my efforts could have injured Father, I sat down and watched as the cut boards became a  thing of beauty and within the hour I stood at the top of Glen Ellen Hill with my sled in front of me. I stood there and worked up a bit of courage.“

Fortified now with dreams of success I bellied down on my brand new sled and prepared for the thrill of a lifetime.

Nothing.

I rose to me feet and thought about it. Thinking I didn’t have enough gravity, I grabbed the rope on the front of the sled and pulled it down the slope aways and tried it once more. The sled was moving.

“Away we go” I said to myself, but the “way” was short and the thrill was not to be found.

Father helped me load my new  do-nothing conveyance into the trunk of our 47 Ford and home we went; Father didn’t say much but I knew that he was always quiet when he was searching for a solution to a difficult problem.

As we pulled into the driveway my partner in this wintertime venture declared “I think I know what to do.” Thirty minutes later we were back at Glen Ellen Hill with a wooden sled which now had rails made not only of wood but were line with flat brass curtain rods.

Belly down. Give it a push. Yipeeeeee.

More tomorrow.

 

GRUFFAGE: THE GROATS OF THE GRINLESS GRUMP

Gruffage is the groats of the grinless grump.

Gruffage is to the Grump as is roughage to the rump.

 

Onlyness is the focus of the first in line.

Loneliness is the focus of the Xerox mind.

 

Figure out who is who and sell ‘em what they want.

THE BEGGAR AND THE BUSINESS MAN

He appears from the shadows in silence; He may have been there for hours.

Like the minute hand on my Omega, I failed to notice him at first.

“Hello”.

I speak; he glares.

“Hello”

The tattered apparition holds his gaze.

“May I pass please?” I attempt to move around him. “May I pass?”

He remains silent. His eyes hold mine. What are they telling me? He’s wearing a badly soiled, well-tailored, senatorially pinstriped suit, crafted apparently for a taller man in a different time, most certainly a better defined neighborhood. His attire assumes a sadness; a life of poverty? Perhaps a recently downgraded lifestyle forced upon him by difficult times?

I step to my right – he to his left.

“Please” I implore, “My lunch hour is over. I need to get back to my desk.”

Neither a minute flick of lash nor hint of furrowed brow.

I breathe deeply and attempt to relax the imagined lines in my forehead. He remains implacable; an immovable stoic with an unknown plan. What does he have on his mind. His left hand is hidden in the left trouser pocket where gentlemen account for their coins. Is he holding a weapon? A switch-blade?

I move to the left – he to the right.

“Are you hungry? There is a warm dinner roll in my doggie bag. I had one of these for lunch; delicious. I think you’ll enjoy it.” I raised the offering; no response.

I deke to the right and quickly left. Had I been wearing a weathered, fifty year-old, hand tailored, poorly fitting suit I might have thought for a moment that I was dancing at a street corner, practicing moves before a mirror.

Mulling momentarily: “How much to cross the street?”

“Fifty Cents”: I offer a dollar; his left hand on the ready, withdraws from the left trouser pocket and places two quarters into my open palm.

The disheveled entrepreneur steps to his left.

The light turns green.

ITS ALL GOOD

 

 

ITS ALL GOOD

 

If nothing new is written, the absence is noted by a few.

When reports are polished and gleam with the sheen of community bias

When Leaders are replaced  by the best followers

Growth subsides and is noted by a few.

 

 

 

When discovery is recorded,

When an artist is discovered

When a science project reveals a new idea

When  Huff  reports the remarks of a 118 yr old lady whose wrinkles are attractive

We all feel safer.

And we return to what we were doing minutes before

The previously tight abs

The shallow breathing and the furrowed brow

We relax and accept THE LOVE..

It’s all good says  Dixie

And life goes on.

WHAT WAS IT THAT KILLED THE NEIGHBOR’S KITTY

Curiosity killed the cat, caught the catfish and fed Fred. Curiosity is the key to change, discovery and the next thing. Without curiosity there would be nothing new; there would be no joy, no one to read these words. Curiosity feeds fin, fowl and the hairy beast; it draws us to the stars and transforms chimps to champs as the pursuit of solutions straightens the back, calms the brow and finds more and more uses for finger dexterity.

Curiosity compels those who possess it to improve; it enhances desire and defines progress. Plato possessed it. You possess it. So do I. So does the rat in the Skinner cage. Curiosity gives way to discovery, change and an opportunity to gather knowledge. What will we learn? Can we depend on what we learn? Knowledge often disappoints. Today’s knowledge is soon replaced or enhanced by tomorrow’s startling revelation. We depend heavily on that which promises to fulfill our need for Truth. Failure to do so often results in supplanting knowledge with belief.

Knowledge depends on measurable, observable events. Belief can be supported by knowledge but more often relies simply upon habit or on faith. If the supply of observable events is low, the believer may seek information which seems to support a preferred theory. The most readily available tool for adding strength to these methods is the tool of Affirmation. Where Curiosity is a means of Discovering Reality, Affirmation supplies a method for Creating Reality.

Though gathering knowledge brings with it the joy of discovery and the alluring thrill of adventure, it is also very stressful; we are incapable of spending all our waking hours in pursuit of new and better answers to the questions which assail our brains even as we sleep. Life does not provide enough time for gathering a supply of information adequate to the task of bolstering the confidence of those who seek it. There is only one immediate reward, the alluring promise of Truth. However, one who is experienced in the techniques of gathering information understands the temporary nature of that which appears to be a revealed “Truth”.

The ardent researcher realizes that the quality of this objectively acquired “information” is dependent to some degree on additional “News” as yet undiscovered. Some of us can live with that; most of us cannot. We need something reliable, something Never-changing. Some of us can satisfy this need with a philosophy of observable, behavioral principles of social behavior. Some need something more reliable, something which though difficult to prove is equally difficult to disprove, therefore somewhat defensible. In this category can be found the religious and the atheists of the world, both intent on securing the title of Most Knowledgeable on the subject of God. The greatest of their differences seems to be whether to capitalize God’s name.

“Seek and ye shall find” says Scripture. “Wait long enough and you will be provided with plenty of support for whatever you choose to believe” taunts the Scholar. There are testimonials supporting every idea known to mankind.

The religious among us argue for the virtue of Faith. Yet a well founded religion built over time already has all the answers. Some might argue that a much greater degree of faith is needed on order to live the life of a Scholar. The Scholar, unlike those whose Rock is contained in their religion, lacks the reassurance of “the Group”. This individual has already observed Change. The Scholar has very little to depend on in the way of Timeless Information and must maintain an extremely high level of Integrity. The Scholar is motivated by adventure and knows the Joy of Discovery discarded by many of us as we leave our childhood behind.

In order to maintain the level of integrity required to live such a life, the Scholar must face the possibility of living out an existence filled with loneliness. It is much more difficult to build a society around a concept of “Lack” than of “Abundance”. Only the Religious have “All the Answers”. The Scholar is faced with the temporary nature of discovered information. The religious among us have for the most part, an explanation of life which supplies them with a hope of “Life Everlasting”. The Scholar must settle for knowing that though he will not be provided with enough answers to turn this lifetime or anything to follow into Nirvana, there is a well supported belief that Science and sound thinking can and must improve the lot of all mankind. The same can be said for those whose life is supported by their Religion.

If the reader was expecting to be persuaded to one or the other method of gathering information, I apologize. And to those who fit into neither category, I offer my condolences. To know only a desire to satisfy the most temporary needs of the moment must be the most desperate approach to life, though I doubt that such knowledge is disturbing to chimps.

Lee Broom December 10, 2011

Addendum

Knowledge is constantly being amended, extended and replaced. Knowledge is a compilation of reported discoveries the measure of which often varies in accuracy. That measure whether claimed to be fact or fancy is reported in terms of probability as all knowledge exists in the future.

Our measurements are  educated guesses with regard to future discoveries. These measurements are degrees of safety.

We seek safety for our physical selves yet the safety we acknowledge exists only in our minds which attests to the value of a spiritual view of life.

Lee Broom August 7, 2014.

GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIE

“There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from.”

~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

 

Learning from past experiences is okay.

Knowing that we made a mistake however may not be enough.

Knowing only that we erred serves no purpose but to invite self-criticism.

And, beating ourselves for past mistakes only affirms and insures their recurrence.

Better to learn more productive ways of dealing with our problems and to move on.

 

 

When I was six years old I attempted the acrobatic feat of standing on my hands atop the swings in our back yard. I must have been about three feet tall compared to the swings which were probably three times my height.

I fell and hurt myself.

It was the weekend; Father was working in the kitchen and Mother had gone to the store.

I felt myself being cradled in my father’s arm and answered his questions about my physical well-being.

Eventually he asked me what I had learned. I replied that I needed to start with something lower to the ground and then work my way up to something higher. Father smiled and helped me to my feet. “Git along little dogie” he said in that Texas drawl of his, “Git along.”

By Lee Broom

 

 

The Accident: email to Mo.

“Lo Mo.

A few minutes ago I looked to see if you had answered my email about the accident. No email. Nor did I find one from me to you. So here it is.

I was in a car accident on Friday morning while on my way to the Gallery@CityHall. As I left the stop sign on McKinley and began to cross third street, I encountered another automobile who successfully wrenched from my grasp his version of right-away. Lacerations to my face took five hours to repair and missed my right eye and right external carotid artery by the smallest fractions of an inch.

With the assistance of perkoset I am able to live a fairly life by day but by evening I become an invalid. As these meds will be discontinued next week I am motivated to overcome this problem. I am unable to lie down and have devised a relatively comfortable method of rest. By stacking six or seven large pillows in my lap and as many on each side to hold me erect I then have a place to rest my head.

This description is by no means a form of complaint; I am very grateful to be alive. I am thinking about another book inspired by the events that took place in my mind during this misadventure. As I flew through the air I experienced a heightened sense of awareness. I am certain that I can produce 200 pages about the experience of a few seconds. I have already broken down the perceptions of less than a second into 3000 words.

I have rental car benefits on my insurance but have so far relied on friends and family for transport. I am extremely grateful. (I am not one of those who thinks that gratitude is an expression of indebtedness. That would place a price on my spared life which would then no longer be a gift.)

Lee.”