I am in the age bracket with enough underlying health issues that if I contacted a serious respiratory infection I would probably kick the ol’ bucket. I wear my mask when I go out somewhere among people. I wipe down my steering wheel, my door handle and my groceries or any other products I get off the shelves. I still have plenty of work to do and keep busy all the time.
When this happy time first started I immediately began to research. No, I did not sit and gape at CNN or MSNBC or Fox News 24/7. In fact, I did not watch a single news show. (I haven’t since 2012) What I soon found out was that the information on where the virus originated was a fraud. They did not sell bats at the fish market in Wuhan. Fact.
Then as the wise and well connected media professional that I am, I soon discovered the massive deception being disseminated by the ‘main street media’. No surprise there. Further investigation revealed the same old profit thieving criminals ready to pounce on people when they were down. Fuck you, Bill Gates. Always at the ready to stick a syringe up anybodies ass.
Did I mention the American Medical Association, most Pharmaceutical Companies, Health Care vendors and many Doctors and researchers are not healers? They are profit motivated entities. Nothing wrong with profit motivation. That is unless you mask it behind a healing concern for humanity. Might as well hire a Shaman or witch doctor instead.
So I understand how many are scared. Dead people is real. I also discovered medical professionals fudging cause of death to boost Covid death records and to increase Federal monies from their ‘reported’ statistics. So whether you are hunkered down in a ghetto shack or a concrete bunker on a Caribe island with pineapples, palm fronds and your pussy cat, I understand.
Many of my friends also fear Global Warming, yet they are clueless when it comes to comet and asteroid visitations of the past. They ignore pollution to cast it under an umbrella called global warming to prop up the rich getting richer under a farce they call carbon credits. See the parallels yet?
Few are willing to contemplate the thought this may well be an engineered crisis to serve several demented purposes by a host of truly sinister evil people that concern themselves not, as my friend so appropriately coined it, ‘collateral damage’. The fact remains, aside from the number of deaths large or small, the damage the social distancing and shutdown of working peoples livelihoods, may well be even more detrimental to our society as a whole.
It seems what people fear the most are people that ARE sick going out in public and spreading it to others. An understandable concern. Understand the reason so many contracted the virus in New York and New Jersey was for one simple fact. Their lives are centered around the subway and those that travel on the subways. So what we should really be doing is gathering much more accurate information and disseminating it publicly —- accurately.
People are not getting that. So they are pissed they are being lied to. They are pissed our Congress is sitting on their asses in their cushy mansions eating gourmet ice cream and our intelligencia are sitting in their ivory towers buying stock in the ‘vaccine cure’. Personally, I enjoy seeing a lot less dumbasses on the road. I enjoy the cleaner air. And knowing some people that should be quarantined, are.
One fact remains. Our lives will never be the same. In my opinion, this was a test run for a bio attack. In fact, I will venture one step further and say this was an INTENTIONAL bio attack. So now we have to adjust our life styles to earn and feed ourselves by expanding our horizons. I also feel it’s about time we focused on more actual creative invention, quality production and true artistic relevance.
Too long we have been manufacturing too many bullshit fall apart products. We have gotten lazy at building better mouse traps or solving simple things to make our products and everyones lives better. We have turned art into an elitist self gratification instead of a universal message as it should be.
So there is no damn reason you should be bored or can’t figure out how to make an extra nickel or two. Go back to the basics. You are connected instantaneously to the entire world. To every customer you could ever possibly need. Live your life! Do it.
Fear not death. Fear living life as if you were dead.
fjl- 4 20 2020
Posts tagged ‘life’
you get to a point where you know you are about to die
you’ve killed, maimed, wounded or imprisoned all the villains you possibly can
you’ve put away all the trophies and collectibles
your library has no more room
your body has no more athleticism
your mind has no more expansion
your hand can no longer write or type the critical life saving enlightenment
you have no more anything
you’ve given away or discarded everything you had left
your bountiful wardrobe closet is now empty
your many hats have been gifted
your jewels have been distributed to your heirs
you have nothing
no muscle car, no monster truck, no eco go cart
no bike or bicycle or boat
no mansion, no party beach house, no lake house with a boat shed
everything is gone
it is you, and you alone
you are free
you are not lonely because you never were
you had love
you still do
time for the final scenes
the final curtain call
the final edits
It is time to roll the credits
you were a big star
you still are
now you are wrapping up to die.
fjl 10 1 19
‘on the streets of Rome the roads are paved with desire’
In a small cafe in Rome
sit I in my latte espresso,
The streets are hills
where all roads lead.
A gas pump
pumps the smell of petrol
young girls in their skin tights
old men dream, cry
reshape a future
no longer theirs.
In business they give nothing away
the begging is stealing
and the prize vanishes
once your hungry fingers
a sparkling light invisible.
Where do the signals
of the hustling bustling strada
direct the lost and wandering
Without stars or visions
Without the future of an anchored past?
Without a cigarette to hold
between two fingers.
Without smoke to hide
Buzzing boys on scooters
and girls on motorcycles
swarming worker bees
pace the afternoon air
directing the incessant
active backdrop stage of noise
for ice cream eating aging beauties
tongue licking spinning ice cream cones
spinning vanilla upper lip memories
of once best nights satisfied
yet even now
Where did your gas pump stop spinning?
When did it stop pumping
fairy tale novels romance?
Holy sister keeps the steeple bells ringing
where all else pulses silent
hushed by the smiles of bright blue skies
turned dark and cloudy black.
Where did your pump stop pumping?
When did your wars become death star battles?
Why has the diamond sky never lit your way?
The graffiti walls do not conceal any answers.
The petrol smell pump
keeps every designer baby carriage rolling.
The pulsating sirens gift only more questions.
What does the business meeting want?
What does the endless night desire?
What does the greed of possession refuse to give?
Where do you buy your next human touch?
From pigeons lonely for the next crumb.
f. j. llorente
April 7, 2017
In this turbulent city
the shrill alarm of the sun
to kiss a new morning sky.
A thick brown cloud of smog
to open my dreary eyes
and smell the rising dawn.
and boisterous buses
sing a brutal song
to my distressed ears.
Grueling heavy metal
in a crescendo
of muddled thrash.
Soon faces in the traffic
snarl viciously at me
with all the shortcomings
of the previous
Tall looming skyscrapers
stare brooding at me
dark shaded windows
are yelling at me
in enigmatic code
only gods can understand.
At the close of night
the roads are deathly silent
to say a word.
I herald the trumpets
tremble on mountains
rushing rivers and churning the seas
there is a better way
you don’t have to suffer
you don’t have to kill each other
then all i hear is silence
silence can be loud
silent can kill
rumbling herds of elephants echo from all directions
grasslands and valleys
they blow their trumpets for every ear to hear at any distance
each note loud
angels and demons and wizards gather
I summoned the drummers
the trumpets keep coming
nothing to stop them
suddenly the sound of an
then all i hear is silence
silence can kill
there is a better way
I have just experienced the most amazing collection of doors I have ever seen. If you love beautiful, unique and exotic doors as much as I do, you have to visit this blog site.
Which lead me to thinking about doors. So what is so special about a door? A door is a gateway. It is an opening where you leave a space, however confining or expansive, and enter another space . . . possibly confining, possibly liberating, or possibly just a passage from one reality to another. The first ‘door’ we ever pass through is the ‘door’ of our mothers womb. From then on our lives are spent passing from one door to another. Through gateways of opportunities and experience, hence ‘the door of opportunity knocks’. Jim Morrison highlighted the importance of doors by naming his band ‘The Doors’. His band title was based on Aldous Huxley’s ‘Doors of Perception’, a personal accounting of his experiences with the psychotropic drug mescaline.
‘Doors’ have long been used as an analogy for the passing of the mind from one plane of reality or thought to another. This from Neil Turnbull on his blog site:
The Doors of Philosophy
“Doors are the first threshold into life.
We are always between doors; either indoors or outdoors.
The Romans worshipped doors because they knew that, like life, they look both ways: to the past and to the future.
The philosopher is also in a sense a door: a door from the false to the true; from akrasia to sophia.
The door is the true symbol of philosophy.”
He reveals a clue of why doors are so significant in our lives. Doors are symbolic representations of our passage from ‘past to future’. We travel through doors to reach an objective or a goal. A place where we either want to go, or are forced to go. Doors can lead to euphoria, as in the discovery of a new and exciting location or space. Doors can lead to misery, as in the closing cell doors of the prison or jail. And doors can lead to immediate comfort, as in the welcome door to our homes. Doors can express an attitude, such as ‘an open door policy’. Or represent secrecy and deception, as in ‘behind closed doors’. Doors can also represent the process of decision making, ‘choose which door to open’.
But there is one more very important and symbolic representation of doors. Doors are so intricately woven into our psyche because they represent ‘mystery‘ and the ‘unknown‘. In the process of discovery we do not know exactly what lies beyond the door. The physical act of ‘opening a door’ means that we are an active participant in the ensuing discovery. To ‘open a door ‘means we are are open to something novel, a new experience, or a new adventure. There is an excitement to opening a new door. But the door can also be closed to represent an ending or an exclusion. To be ‘locked out’ or ‘close the door’ represents a finite termination. We open the door for new freedoms and we close the door for containment. This important duality of mental psychology is what makes doors akin to a switch that you can turn ‘on or ‘off’. But we can also leave the door halfway open or halfway closed. This represents a further level of mystery. Are we being enticed to enter? Or are we being warned not to enter?
Doors can also be symbolic in relationships. Do we leave our doors open for others to enter and experience our emotional depth and complexities? Or do we keep our doors shut tight and refuse others entry into our innermost fears, joys and emotions? Or are we one of those that keep the door halfway open/closed? Where the mistrust and the perception of a world that can be both cruel and kind has tainted us to be forever wary.
Imagine the excitement when Howard Carter first opened the door to King Tut’s tomb. Or when Neil Armstrong first opened the door of his capsule to step onto the moon. While some are excited at the thought of opening a new door, many fear the thought of having to open or walk through a door. After reviewing a long list of phobias and fears (I had no idea there was such a long list of phobias), I found no technical term for fear of walking through doors, opening doors, or closing doors. Yet I know for a fact many people suffer from an extreme fear of walking through or opening doors. They fear the thought of what they might find when they open a door. If we fear opening doors, we are unlikely to experience anything new in our lives. We are less likely to succeed and advance in life. And we are highly unlikely to find meaningful relationships in our lives.
Always remember there are sometimes two doors, the fornt door and the back door. ‘Back door’ has taken on a derogatory sexual connotation. But there are also ‘back door deals’. Do you enter proudly through the front door? Or are you consistently trying to sneak in through the back door?
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend”
– Aldous Huxley
“Be an opener of doors”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Every wall is a door.
– Ralph Waldo emerson
“A very little key will open a very heavy door.”
– Charles Dickens, Hunted Down
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
– William Shakespeare
When one door closes, another one opens. But we often look so regretfully on the closed door that we don’t see the one that has opened for us.
– Helen Keller
We often get in quicker by the back door than by the front.
– Napoleon Bonaparte
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
– Jim Morrison
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads to madness.
– Christopher Morley
Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
– Jim Morrison
The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won’t bother me.
– Greta Garbo
I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.
– Elizabeth Taylor
A small key opens big doors.
– Turkish Proverb
It is often the last key on the ring that opens the door.
The greatest step is out the door.
– German proverb