Little Bike

     Here is a strange dream I had some time ago, powerful enough for me to want to write it down and remember it:

                    From somewhere I got this extremely small motorcycle.  My friends left before I did, I was kind of upset because of it and I knew I had to catch up to them.  So I jam off on this super little motorbike (don’t remember how it rode though…haha kind of dumb and dumber-ish).  The next thing I remember is going through a small town, on the concave of a hill.  I pulled off on the side.  There was a baseball park.  Something as wrong with the bike and I didn’t know what it was so I picked it up and shook it.  I could hear a little liquid sloshing around which told me the bike was out of gas.  There were people around by then, and I really don’t remember if the friends that I was catching up to were there, but I do remember distinctly a police officer stopping me.  He already had someone in the back.  It made me a little nervous!  He asked me what was wrong and I explained to him that I had run out of gas and he offered to take me to get more.  I know that I accepted the help but I don’t remember what happened after that.

     I’ve had dreams that were similar to this before, just a strange semi-reoccuring dream.  Strange that it’s impact on me was really great, but when I try to convey it into words, it just feels flat.  The creative part of the mind is an odd one, a real trickster.

Sloppy Joe with Mac and Cheese for Lunch

       It’s no wonder why Americans are so fat.  Sloppy Joe’s and macaroni and cheese.  This is my lunch.  The sweet and tangy cavorts of tomatoes and ground beef, with many spices to tantalize the tongue, all on a toasted and buttered hamburger bun.  The mac and cheese adds its velvety presence to this homage of lascivious delights. And coffee.  I should mention that as well, though it may be pretty obvious to the casual reader.  All this builds up to an evocative dance of pleasure across all senses, a true moment of peripheral ecstasy.  Then it was promptly followed by a Drumstick.  I admit my diet is pretty lousy, incomplete as far as US standards go, but that's kind of like reading the instructions before trying out something completely new.

About a Dog

     That’s Tatti.  She’s a good girl.  But as she gets older she gets more and more stubborn.  She can go out to play and get bored of playing, then gets home and wants to play more.  This usually happens when I settle down to play some Borderlands or watch Hulu.  She sits right on the mouse and/or keyboard or sometimes sets up right in front of the TV asserting her self as the center of attention. Most of the time she listens only when there’s food involved.  The only thing she loves more than eating is chasing rabbits.  Except for swimming.  When she goes the beach she swims for so long I get worried and tempted to jump in after and pull her out before she swims to death.  Because she doesn’t listen she does what her heart tells her what is best for her.  I don’t blame her.  That's what life's all about.  She has quirks, temperament, and personality.  She’s more than a dog but less than a human. She's awesome sauce.
 

 

Grass, its grows man.

     I still don’t know what to write about, but as I was sitting outside my house this caught my attention.  I’m not going to delve into the symbolism of this; I will let the casual reader decided his or her rendition of thought towards the simplicity or complexities of this.  It’s simply another day.  Walking the thin line between success and disaster.  That's not so true.  I’m still skirting around trying to enjoy my life when everything is falling apart around me.  So it is truly a fine line, this life and disaster, day by day, step by step, this infinite line, until my inevitable fall.

Grecian Mystery Cults

At one time Greece was going through a superb enlightenment, becoming the leaders in the development of mathematics, philosophy and logic among other things.  One of the more fascinating things to come from all this enlightenment was Mystery Cults, sects whose secrets were of the highest regard.  Mystery cults are still prominent in today’s time.

All Greek citizens were born into a state religion, a multi-deistic system of human like gods.  Many people are familiar with the Greek mythology, mostly through Homers Iliad and the Odyssey, where these gods and their hero’s are depicted.  Mystery Cults were supplementary to this religion.  They were groups of people that would focus on one god who in turn would give them wisdom supreme.

The concept of the mystery cult was said to be brought by the Poet, Orpheus.  They dealt with the human soul and its refinement, reincarnation, and life after death.  Mystery cults were initiatory sects; they would allow entrance to anyone (with a few exceptions, yet not everyone would become more than an initiate.  The word “mystery” came from Greek musterion –a secret rite or doctrine.  What is said and what happened was supposed to stay a complete mystery.  Failure to comply with this secrecy would result in death.

The greatest of the mysteries was the Eleusinian.  This focused mainly on the Goddess Demeter, mother of agriculture and vegetation, whose trip to the underworld and the heavens gave us spring and winter.  She is symbolic of rebirth.  They had two different orders, the lower and the upper.  The lower was focused on personal discipline, perhaps rather similar to today’s educational system.  The second delved into deeper curiosities, the actual philosophy, and the secrets of the mystery.

Today there are a few mystery cultish organizations, most notably the freemasons.  Some may say that all religions begin as mystery cults.  Although it seems that all religions somehow start as mystery cults, some would argue that most religions actually start as groups that hide to avoid persecution and don’t count.  Regardless, the concept of the mystery cult and the secret initiations are here to stay, all thanks to the Greeks and their enlightenment.