Wednesday, April 19, 2017

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...

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

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.