Pedaling Between the Worlds

It seems that somehow my more interesting posts do attract more hits. I don't know how this magic hand of electronic media works. But it probably won't help me here, writing from the hypomanic dregs of my blissful yet degraded life. Aiming at zero hits on this one!

I try and I try, but I overshoot every mark. My back in torn up from work, but I will not report it, for I cannot stomach the idiocy. Nor will I dissuade myself from traveling to the beach, despite having just enough money for gas to get there, which might be better spent on chiropractic and rolfing. I don't know what I am doing, but I know what I am not doing. I have ultimately always found guidance in my distrust of the systemic personally-disempowering corruption of my society.

I'm heading to the beach.

Fukushima radiation spreads, the contaminated water probably not overwhelming the ecosystem of the west coast just yet. The saboteurs of nuclear power plants are those needing the most healing, for their personality orientations have been twisted most violently. Their suffering is greatest, as their disconnection from True Self is incomprehensible. The transformational technologies humans need now, on both inner and outer planes, are nothing short of all-in miracle-magic paradigm-or-bust ARRIVAL.

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I am already transitioning, it is now just a question of which window I leap through the worlds, from the crumbling edifice of kanagi civilization.

According to my head, which would really like that ten-grand-in-the-bank-to-fall-back-on, january is the plan. My spirit and body are telling me otherwise. My back injury is of a severity that tells me I have already overstayed my best interests in the kanagi world. My spirit is saying that a transition needs to happen during this 2012 grand opening to the futonolito civilization, whose real-time synchronicities-in-action occur every day, and whose crises call for clear commitment in order to address! The discontinuity of calendrical domains makes my decision a tad more stark than is comfortable. But hey, that is what it takes for me to make a decision after all: moral clarity.

The kicker is how money, as we know it, will be wiped away by the time any of us imagine we might accrue any. There is no more accrual in the corrupt old system, that is obvious! Meanwhile new systems of honest, above-board mutually-supportive exchanges offer surprising abundance. Do I leap at the first farming possibility and have my back heal? May I take that much more of a lead role, in learning, modeling, and trusting the Life-based contribution-exchanges which provide true wealth... before the panic, before some con job that a new globally manipulated currency is needed sets in?

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The system is broken.

Let it be so long as it remains rooted in genocidal violence, slavery, homelessness, sexual abuse, psychological manipulation, and destruction of the creative human soul. Tell the old guard: the mission of the second civilization is complete, and its results are being revealed for all to see.

Its time, the way of separation AIUEO, is finished. We are cutting out the middleman! AIEOU: Tell those Japanese kids their alphabet just changed, and their families need no longer be slaves to nuclear blackmail.

I worry about posting such manic rants as this, with its obscure kototama references. What does the alphabet have to do with the price of tea in China? But what the hell: it's my blog!

The blue sky calls. I am responding, here and now, with my back and self-care and money work and wild mind and dharma path, all at once. Pedaling as fast as I can, gathering a couple medicines as I fly by, between these worlds.