My Home Town.. Lyttelton....A secret weapon for true disaster resilience

All my street shows were attempts to get to, initially, a theoretical transcendental state.

All my street shows were attempts to get to, initially, a theoretical transcendental state. 

Because, again initially, when looking at life choices I decided rather than being a policeman or fireman or glassblower that I would most like to be in a group of people laughing.

 As often as possible. I wouldn't 9 to 5 that gift of a job.

 I had been depressed since I was 4 or 5 and went to Clown school because modern medicine felt very parental to me and I was happier self medicating.

Any solo improvising comic will tell you you sell your bubble

[The you laugh-I'm funny bubble]

then reward the trust with a journey,

over decades it's a mutual journey

that only you remember.

The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company Bluegrass ditty...

Prayer, experiment two.

Ok prayed again for the second time today and it's not good news.

Apparently this whole thing's a minor experiment, you give something consciousness and abundance and the ability to love, and wait.

 If it starts to curdle God throws a big rock into the mix as a reset.

 Sooner or later Gods going to have a species worthy of divine domestication.

 At present we're not house-trainable. You can't train something not to shit inside when it's tendency is to shit on its fellows.

Prayer, experiment one

I saw a bumper sticker on a raised truck today that said " Be Humble....Pray." 
So I thought I'd give it a shot .
 

I internally manifest an entity that created our entire universe and is aware of every thought and action within conservatively a 13.7 billion light year radius and then I talked to that dude personally.
 I would have thought it more humble if I didn't bother god with my internal diary but I gave it a shot. God replied and told me the truck owner was a bit of an overcompensating dick. Or that might have been me.