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Monday, May 30, 2005


pratensis pagus scitor cognitio

0-pratensis [of a meadow] (mead)
0-pagus [from the countryside] (pagan)
0-scitor -ari dep. [to seek to know , inquire, ask].
0-cognitio -onis f. [getting to know , study, knowledge, acquaintance; recognition; legal inquiry, investigation]; in plur., [ideas]..
pratensis pagus scitor cognitio ...or
... The Mead from the country who seeks to know the truth
.:So What is Truth?:.
Why do we care about Truth? There are many levels of truth applied. 1+1=2 is a simple mathematical truth that is provable and easy to understand. When you touch a hot stove the truth is you will get burned. Empirically that is discoverable as my daughter did once right after we talked about how hot things burn and leave impressions or scars for a little while or sometimes forever.
We were making breakfast and she all proud was explaining to me how hot stoves burn to show she understood and literally did a 'you don't want to do this... (sizzle) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK wa waaaaaaaa' Her expression was of horror, in trying to show me, she did it, set her hand on the heating element. Sometimes that is just what we as humans have to do. It is part of learning and growing up.
How many of us were told to 'obey the speed limit or you will get a ticket.' This is a truth. And yet how many of us have gone faster then a posted limit and .... Eventually get caught. The truth is the actions have a consequence. We get a ticket. Part of learning and growing as humans is that from the simple truth like mathematics we learn as we can abstract the concept and apply it. We learn the truth of no sun block when we get burned. Of not touching hot stoves and these things we accept as truth.
The hard truths are the less easily to be abstracted into an algorithm or proven empirically by experiment of if you do X behavior, Y result occurs. The hard truths are the ones that take faith to believe or to accept with out understanding the how, but just to be certain and say 'yup, ok, I get it.'
People on the scale of humanity are in different places in ability to accept different kinds of truth on faith. Some people have no faith what so ever on anything other then mathematically proven principia or empirically certain actions that become A Priori, or accepted as given. Like in computers, CISC and RISC (complex instruction set computers and reduced instruction set computers) where RISC accepts the command 'pick up + cup' where 'pick up entails a whole set of movement coordination dexterity' the pick up portion we learned as little kids. Like my daughter with the stove, she learned empirically the reality, the truth about hot stoves and that learned bit of information is stored not as all the details about the experience but as a thing to not repeat again. Hot = ouch.
So people, learn things about truth that takes them through life. Some folks do not need feel the urge or require they ever move beyond the 1+1=2 living situations. Some people never experience situations that they have the choice to accept or reject the truth of the situation. They may stand there and keep trying to open a door that is locked but not get it that they can not go through that door because they just saw someone else go through the door so they should be able to. Truth, you need a key to get through some doors.
Remember in the Lord of the Rings, the Elvin door to the caves in the mountain, was not a physical key nor was it complicated... it was really quite simple and sometimes the simple truths are THE hardest to accept. ... "The doors of Durin - Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter." Simply meant to say the Elvin word for 'friend.' It was the simple mind of Frodo that solved the riddle and succeeded. The learned studied practiced mind of Gandalf could not get it as he tried to find a solution, as he tried to find the truth.
The point here? How does this apply to my opening statement? What is Truth?
The Truth is out there is the point, if you are ready to hear see it and accept it. The truth can not be forced. It is progressive. You have to either step through a lot of living to be ‘ready’ or as some say, you have to have had lived many lives and worked out your Karma, your original pain, your path to be able to be ready for the next Truth.
Or if you are a good Buddhist, you can be real successful at having a ‘simple mind,’ like Frodo, that is open to with out judgment the core simplicity of truth.
The first step is to question. The questioning mind is ready to start the process to move through the door.
Often in life we get comfortable and stop questioning. We as humanity get comfortable with what we take for granted and as a routine. When it comes down to the end do the Armani suits matter? Does the new car affect your soul? Does it matter that you walked away from a situation that you saw needed help or looked the other way from issues? We do that when we stop questioning and we are in auto pilot mode.
Eagles do not have autopilot, and that my friends, is a Truth.
To soar in humanity we need to fully engage ourselves on all levels, not just math and A Priori in life. The Soul yearns to fly, open yourself up to questions with out judgment of the answers.
Or as Kenny Rogers sang in the ‘the gambler’ :

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

.: When one is ready :.

When one is ready, they will understand 1+1=1 or sometimes 1+1=3, that sometimes two people are more together then they are seperatly and or sometimes two people are really walking around as the other half of the same soul.

When one is ready, this is understand... on faith ... as a Truth.

Saturday, May 28, 2005


anam cara

Anam Cara refers to the Celtic spiritual belief of souls connecting and bonding .
In Celtic Spiritual tradition, it is believed that the soul radiates all about the physical body, what some refer to as an aura. When you connect with another person and become completely open and trusting with that individual, your two souls begin to flow together. Should such a deep bond be formed, it is said you have found your Anam Cara or soul friend.
Your Anam Cara always accepts you as you truly are, holding you in beauty and light. In order to appreciate this relationship, you must first recognize your own inner light and beauty. This is not always easy to do. The Celts believed that forming an Anam Cara friendship would help you to awaken your awareness of your own nature and experience the joys of others.
According to John O'Donahue, an accomplished Irish poet, philosopher and Catholic priest, "...You are joined in an ancient and eternal union with humanity that cuts across all barriers of time, convention, philosophy and definition. When you are blessed with an anam cara, the Irish believe, you have arrived at that most sacred place: home."
examples from the book...
[page 19] a friend is a loved one who awakens your life in order to free the wild possibilities within you.
[page 23] Love opens the door of ancient recognition.
[page 26] The one you love, your anam cara, your soul friend, is the truest mirror to reflect your soul.
[page 33] When two people come together, an ancient circle closes between them. . . . When you really love someone, you shine the light of your soul on the beloved.
[page 41] The human person is a threshold where many infinities meet. There is the infinity of space that reaches out into the depths of the cosmos and the infinity of time reaching back over billions of years.
[page 47] A sacrament is a visible sign of invisible grace. In that definition there is a fine acknowledgment of how the unseen world comes to expression in the visible world.
.:This is my story:.
I feel I have found my Anam Cara, a soul friend whom with which a resonance never before felt in my interactions with people has stirred. Almost at once a lurking feeling bubbled that was different when we first met by chance beyond chance. The feeling too subtle to recognize spoke loudly the first day we met on our own accord after joining a group for a movie, we headed of to find coffee and talk. Boy did we talk. It was not babble of the aimless nor was it topics typically spoken on such a meeting, it was more like, in hindsight now, a catching up.
Catching up on a life lived we shared the kind of stories reserved for old college buddies and friends who have seen us in the hieght of joy and throws of fear or sadness. The stories we shared where of childhood pain and joy, hopes and fears, present day tribulations and situations that generally are kept close to the vest if it was a poker game. This was, this is, no game... not play, not meaningless positioning for a target acquisition and conquor routine. This was catching up on a life lived.
Each time we have gotten together in the the last twenty days the moments we share are like the minutes are hours and the hours weeks. I am in mild shock tabulating my feelings in line with the reality of hours together over ice cream coffee movies food or giggling in the car with my kid and dogs in tow. My only answer is Anam Cara. Soul Friend from a past I do not know.
I have had many dates in the past year since my divorce and while seperated in emotion occured years before and seperation of houseing after that and a year after that dating others.... I had found that women abound. Tall ones young ones old ones round ones smart ones dull ones. I tried many ways of meeting people available to date and discovered the falsness of online the positioning of people who play games the fact that reality is obfusicated by peoples emotions and those with lack of emotional maturity wanted things on time lines that were not cool. I had some real nice folks that could not wait for me to be 'ready' I had some real nice folks who became life friends and years later we had a nice fling or two knowing full well that we had no plans other then to console for a moment an old heart who had not been held in too long.
That continued to the point where I had decided I was destined to be single solo and better get on with just living and was doing that. Going out on a Wednesday night gathering of folks looking to create their own private episode from 'Friends' we met at a coffee shop every week and poised pondered and laughed about relationships and played UNO and lined up social things to do together as a group. It was on my way home from one of these I litteraly almost ran into a nieghbor and as I caught up to them down the road they said 'hey James is in town down at Coopersmiths!' by yelling from the car. I said 'COOL' and yanked a U turn on the motorcycle which is so easy to do and went to find parking. Getting to the pub I walked in and sat down and began to enjoy the company and catch up with the old pal who is off to risk his life at war overseas and you get a sense of, better say it now or for ever hold your piece so I focused on him and laughed and joked and enjoyed a beer and stayed for awhile. As time slid by, a person sat down in front of me and said 'so who are you?' since I was not part of the group of SAR folks, the odd man out like I often am. The outsider in a red Aeorstitch.
We chatted briefly and then a word was spoke ...'at I work one day a week at ...' and my chin audibly hit the table... NO WAY YOU ARE MIRANDA who CRASHED SKIING! OMG I have heard SSOO much about you and was told I should meet you..... she was like... OMG YYOOUURR JJUUSSTTIINN?! You are not what I pictured cause I had heard SSOO much about YYOOUU!!!!
What does one do with that? Odds at play the chance meeting of two people who have both been told by a mutual friend who was not at this gathering that they are so much like the other person that they should meet and being told this over time of about a year and things never working out or being set up to meet and then by slim chance of outside chance to meet.
Later that week I could not stop thinking about her, I asked mutual friends about what they knew about her and found out she had been asking about me too. wow. Then after some light chatting on email and some on a phone, we met at a gathering to see a movie and then drawn to know more, headed off to get quiet time with coffee and we spoke not like new friends but like two people who have a lot of catching up to do.
Since that time, not more then a month ago, with clarity of connection in ways that defie definition and span links in the metaphysical to other places we have been the only thing I can find as poetry and connection spew in private conversations and written too that I have found a friend of old whom we both shared past lives and stories and jokes to be told again. Anam Cara. Only today as we talked and mentioned how simple and easy it is to be with out guard or pretense and share ideas giggles and stories, I recalled Anam Cara, the book on tape that years ago I had listened to and could not remember what the message was from it. Other then it was and is important.
So I looked it up after a stressfull incident that we were forced to endure and I got done researching pressing things like statute 18-9-111 and learning what lines in boundries there are to make sure we are all safe, and finally we talked again on the phone, relieved I was to find the situation is full of drama and at a moment realizing too that it will be water under the bridge in a bit for some reason I recalled the word, Anam Cara and looked it up.
For nothing matters since now I know, a friend of old and I are together and have met again, to exchange peanut butter sandwhiches like from the end of the movie 'what dreams may come' and nothing else matters since two Soul Friends have found each other and each moment spent in company is like a second is an hour and and hour a week and in such short time of less then a month we have seen with clarity that this is not just two people who like the same sports and love of dogs....
We are friends of old reunited.
To be home at last, in hearth and soul, warms the heart of any good Celt.

Monday, May 02, 2005


Wikipedia is so cool

I looked up Gestalt

Got inspired and came up with a bunch of random ideas for t shirts or bumperstickers

sound off on your thoughts to these......

( © Copyright 2005 all rights reserved, justin mead)

1- I clean cat litter

2- I put the toilet seat down

3- I don't belch in public

4- I bring presents often

5- I hug a lot

6- I say nice things

7- I do dishes

8- you ride shotgun

9- I drive

10- roses chocolates reservations

11- ask nice maybe

12- If I am interested, you can read this ( on front of shirt small print)

13- If I am NOT interested you can read this (on back of shirt)

14- If you listen well, maybe I will keep you

15- WYSIWYG, only if I say so

16- Authorized Personnel Only

17- No Phishing

18- Gestalt

19- A LAB VEAL I (anagram)

20- (picture of a handbasket with word - HELL)

21- satirical


22- Free Radical

23- By Product

24- Bomb Squad

25- In case of emergence, pull here (on underwear)

26- In case of emergency, pull here (on t shirt)

27- In case of emergency, go down on stairs

28- (her t shirt) Fox
29- (his t shirt) Hound

30- dont panic


31- Fox Hound

32- Siesmic

33- Avoid Group-Think

34- (insert silhouette of dog breed here) Chew Toy

35- absurdity


36- Registered Weapons

37- Happy Meal

38- Happy Eel

39- Cookie


40- Phantasmagoric

41- Juxtaposition

42- Wiki Wiki

43- Short words have bigger deffinitions

44- WAY

45- Define This

46- Widget

47- ACME

48- ACME-X

49- We're not worthy, that's why we are here (hell)

50- Until we learn, we will continue to burn (here in hell)

51- Hell defined by Dante, re-invented by Bush

52- Once a Monkey, always a Monkey (characture of GW Bush that looks like a monkey)

53- Man, Monkey, Both start with >M< .... Coincindence?

~~~ You can kind of see the stream of thought here, I will put some of these up for purchase in the form of bumper stickers and t-shirts shortly....

( © Copyright 2005 all rights reserved, justin mead)

Sunday, May 01, 2005


cuban cigar scotch and friends on porch oh my

here i sit, contemplateing many scatalogical things while i suck on a cigar and sip on scotch onthe porch swing with dog wondering WTF and Berah and Lori getting some 'joke material' in the form of bumpersticker pundits in a catalog.

hmmmmm, i just discovered indeed I can puff a smoke ring.

decident for a pauper and a miscreant indeed. yesterday, in a chance to go meet Che, I took the motorcycle down to Denver, in an April snow storm. The forcast said it was going to warm up and turn to just rain but it never did. that was a trip, wipe off slush, wipe off more, wipe wipe wipe wipe as the stuff came down thick, two up, Che on back and me trying to see. what a series of choices that was. Che is cool, at least she is very adventuresome as we could not talk much.... I joked I was not sure who was more nuts, her or me.

I put about 100 miles on that day. Sat.

ok, they are back, now we are all giggling... so later

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