backuponthesea's blog: "onceuponthesea"

I try to put it into words, but I'm convinced that there are Larger Forces at play.

What if synchronicity is the Universe's way of telling us that we're doing the right thing?  What would happen if we all gave up our half-lives and stepped full into the blazing magnificence of it all?

Or am I just another crank talking about peace? I remember John Lennon and reading Ram Dass in my cabin on Ibiza. Einstein, John Steinbeck and my father whispering in my inner ear. Telling me the magnificence would be worth any price. Because we all must pay in some form. Be it prayer or blood.

To claim our unholy holiness-here in a world gone mad so many times over is a wonder there's anything left at all.

BEWARE:There is a great evil living amongst us. Those who are only in touch with their inner monster. Predators of the poor, the weak, the tired. Those too slow to keep up, culled from the herd and murdered. I have seen them fall near me. Dead or broken, left to their own devices if they have any. But they never do. Never enough. That's the way the game is rigged.

But it's also a fabric of light infested gravity and the after battle relief when you realize you're still alive. It comes with the power of a million suns, light years of heroes journeys , both told and unknown.

The American grind has ground it's artists down because the fat cats don't want people getting hip to the jive. The real artists are the ones who wake the fuck up to themselves and then try to wake everybody they can the fuck up too.

I don't know where I'm going. I will leave here with what I can carry and I will land in a particular area of the world that I find appealing. I could catch a sailboat to Bali. I hope not to end in some lost tribes' stew pot .But I believe I will survive because I try to do the next right thing

I don't worry about a thing anymore. It's all just life and as long as I'm here I want to be in the middle of it.

I am a strong, sometimes stubborn man. I don't like people who tell me what to do. I try to avoid them as best I can.

I can't express how grateful I am to be alive and free. There is every kind of chain being rattled by keepers, by judge-rs. Stay on the right track, they demand.

Well, sorry. No thanks. It's not my track. There are no tracks for the journey I'm taking. If there ever were,I jumped them long ago. Hypocritical boxcars of evil. Sweet harpsichord jambalaya, the stories I have to tell. They'll all coming out now. Everything has caught up to now and I'm even again.

Poets were once valued,because they were able to widen the focus from Everything and then take it down and down inside your fears and your horrifying aloneness and then up out of that darkness like a breaching whale.To a place beyond where magic thrives love is alive. Got to keep them shut up,underpaid, overworked and crazy from it all.

Nobody wants the word to get out but everybody needs to hear it. Or go on pretending that your living when you know is feels more like dying.

THAR SHE BLOWS, MATEYS. THE GREAT WHITE LIGHT, THE DISTRUCTION OF YOUR PERSONALITY DISORDERS JUST SO MUCH FLOTSAM FLOATING IN THE WAKE.

FREEDOM IS NOT PIRACY.IT IS OUR BIRTHRIGHT, HOWEVER LONG WE MAY WAIL. WHEREVER WE MIGHT SAIL.

SOON I WILL WALK OUT AND MOVE ON.UNDER MY OWN POWER, OR UNDER THE POWER OF INTELLIGENT HEAVENS,IF THAT BE THEIR WILL.

I will keep reporting in. Stay tuned.