Monthly Archive: June 2006

Low Energy Day

I got up.  I went to the post office, my Asheville Homeless Network meeting, checked with a merchant about vending space in case AHN wants to go that route, went to Staples to get some paper and card stock for AHN, ran into a friend and talked about making him a website, had lunch at Bojangles, and managed to struggle home.  After I got home, there was not much left in me, so I sat around, did some computer stuff, and skipped Drinking Liberally (no money anyhow) and even Open Mic Night.  Tried to go to sleep, but got a phone call for help with HTML coding from James.  Got up and wrote him a long email summarizing what we talked about, gave him a color chart, and didn’t go back to bed.  Now it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I’m still puttering away.  Will probably go to bed as soon as I finish this.

I got a lovely but brief and vague letter from my teacher today.  Sri Virendra treats me as he would treat God himself, at least at times.  He is such a loving man… but often gives me messages that I have to decipher for myself rather than spell things out for me.

I am grateful for the fact that I have nothing on my calendar tomorrow, or the weekend.



You have agreed that you will die only because you have accepted from someone that you (as a separate entity) were born.
– H W L Poonja

No one is born; no one dies. What is born is only a concept. There is no entity to be freed.

Not understanding this fact constitutes the bondage of ignorance; apperception of it is the freedom of truth.
– Nisargadatta Maharaj

If you seek the kernel, then you must break the shell. And likewise, if you would know the reality of (birth and death in) Nature, you must destroy the appearance, and the farther you go beyond the appearance, the nearer you will be to the essence.
– Meister Eckhart

The path you’ve been directed to isn’t the path – there is no path.  Give it up and be that which you already are.
– Anonymous


A false teaching will use every damaging device possible to subtly suggest that you are not responsible for yourself.
– Vernon Howard, Cosmic Command


Since no one really knows anything
about God,
those who think they do
are just troublemakers.

– Rabia of Basra, Love Poems From God


The last person to see through the illusion is the one who created it.  That you can see through mine or I can see through yours doesn’t matter.  All that matters is that we see through our own.


Beyond the belief that something can be lost, there is nothing to lose.

A Hailstorm of Blessings

Lessee… I woke up, checked my mail.  There was a letter from Western Alliance Center for Independent Living, asking me to join their Advisory Board…

“Your name was one of the first to come to mind when considering our consumers and contacts, mostly because you take an active interest in helping others grow, improve and share their skills … I hope you will share both your perspective and your knowledge with us and become a Western Alliance Advisory Board Member.”

Made my day.  But it wasn’t over yet… Between spending time helping Mary, Singer, and James and Laralyn today (Laralyn needed a new mouse for her computer, and James and Laralyn both needed help with their websites), finishing catching up on my enormous load of email, receiving and making several phone calls, and editing a document for The Kindness Campaign (1.5 hours on the document), I also had to do things like eat, ride a bus around town, and, just maybe, relax a bit.  I think that last one got lost in the blender somewhere.

Tomorrow is Asheville Homeless Network, Drinking Liberally, and Open Mic Night at The Courtyard.

They say if you want something to get done, grab somebody who’s busy…  in my case I worry about having too much, but I do what I can.



Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
– Ernest Hemingway

How many does it take to metamorphose wickedness into righteousness? One man must not kill. If he does, it is murder…. But a state or nation may kill as many as they please, and it is not murder. It is just, necessary, commendable, and right. Only get people enough to agree to it, and the butchery of myriads of human beings is perfectly innocent. But how many does it take?
– Adin Ballou, The Non-Resistant, 5 February 1845

There have been periods of history in which episodes of terrible violence occurred but for which the word violence was never used…. Violence is shrouded in justifying myths that lend it moral legitimacy, and these myths for the most part kept people from recognizing the violence for what it was. The people who burned witches at the stake never for one moment thought of their act as violence; rather they thought of it as an act of divinely mandated righteousness. The same can be said of most of the violence we humans have ever committed.
~ Gil Bailie

Give me the money that has been spent in war and I will clothe every man, woman, and child in an attire of which kings and queens will be proud. I will build a schoolhouse in every valley over the whole earth. I will crown every hillside with a place of worship consecrated to peace.
– Charles Sumner

Good Works

I got home from the Festival about 12:30 Sunday, and then around 3:30 my friend Singer called and said she hadn’t slept for days, could she please take an hour nap on my couch.  About 10 or so she was awake again, said she felt better but didn’t sleep much… so I sang to her for a long time and she fell back to sleep.  She left about 3:30 today.  It was wonderful having her around… I also made sure she ate something and did a Tarot reading for her. 

From about 3 pm to 6 pm other friends of mine and I debated whether we were having our Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective meeting, as it looked like rain and we meet in a park.  We determined that we were going to go ahead, after all there was a roof there (picnic area, but no tables).  Singer showed up late, but brought another friend named Scott with her. 

During the meeting, it turned out that Scott was diabetic and homeless among other things, and hadn’t eaten for quite a while.  Molly got some crackers and candy to bring up his blood sugar, and after the meeting he came home with me.  I got him some food (chips and a pot pie) and talked a lot, then we watched “A Knight’s Tale” and all the special features that were on the DVD.  Between other phone calls (Andrea and her husband are in a motel room tonight, homeless in Pensacola; Aianna needed some advice; Frankie wanted to talk about Paganism and Hinduism; etc.), we finally got things settled down and Scott is asleep on the couch.  Another case of a one-hour nap turning into an evening-and-sleepover. 

I love this stuff, it really picks me up to be helping my friends, or anyone for that matter.


“It matters not
Who you love
Where you love
Why you love
When you love
Or how you love
It matters only that you love.”

John Lennon

“Being around anyone who doesn’t make you feel good about yourself does more psychic damage than you might realize.  Don’t forget, we’re all here to learn to overcome negativity — not to accept it, embrace it, invite it into our homes and cook dinner for it.”

~*~ Sylvia Brown ~*~

The “BE” Attitudes

Be understanding to your perceived enemies.
Be loyal to your friends.
Be strong enough to face the world each day.
Be weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone.
Be generous to those who need your help.
Be frugal with what you need yourself.
Be wise enough to know that you do not know everything.
Be foolish enough to believe in miracles.
Be willing to share your joys.
Be willing to share the sorrows of others.  
Be a leader when you see a path others have missed.
Be a follower when you are shrouded by the mists of uncertainty.
Be first to  congratulate an opponent who succeeds.
Be last to criticize a colleague who fails.
Be sure where your next step will fall, so that you will not tumble.
Be sure of your final destination, in case you are going the wrong way.
Be loving to those who love you.
Be loving to those who do not love you; they may change.
Above all, be yourself.

The “Be” Attitudes(TM)

~By Author Be Be~

I skipped Drinking Liberally, but did very well at Open Mic.  I’m all packed and ready to load my stuff into Jeanne’s car when she gets here around Noon.  This could be a great weekend…  Hope yours is too.



    There was a time when all men were Gods, but they so abused their divinity that Brahma, the chief God, decided to take it away from man and hide it where they would never again find it. Where to hide it became the big question.

When the lesser Gods were called to council to consider this question they said, “We will bury man’s divinity deep in the earth.” But Brahma said, “No, that will not do, for man will dig deep into the earth and find it.” Then they said, “Well, we will sink his divinity into the deepest ocean.” But again Brahma replied, “No, not there, for man will learn to dive into the deepest waters, will search out the ocean bed, and will find it.”

Then the lesser Gods said, “We will take it to the top of the highest mountain and there hide it.” But again Brahma replied, ”No, for man will eventually climb every high mountain on earth. He will be sure some day to find it and take it up again for himself.”

Then the lesser Gods gave up and concluded, “We do not know where to hide it, for it seems there is no place on earth or in the sea that man will not eventually reach.”

Then Brahma said, “Here is what we will do with man’s divinity. We will hide it deep down in man himself, for he will never think to look for it there.”

Ever since then, the legend concludes, man has been going up and down the earth, climbing, digging, diving, exploring, searching for something that is already in himself.

Tomorrow, I get to go to my Asheville Homeless Network meeting… hang out at Drinking Liberally… and probably do the Open Mic.  Then I come home and finish packing for the weekend — Frankie, Jeanne and I are going to the SerpentStone Midsummer Festival in eastern TN.  Haven’t been to a festival in a while.  It will be good to see all my old friends, and help Frankie make new ones.  (Before you get any ideas (don’t know if I’ve said this at all, or a hundred times), Frankie is a really good friend.  It ain’t that kind of party.  We are not attracted to each other except in friendship, and neither of us see any way it will go there.)  End of Disclaimer.

Almost nobody showed up for the Police Action Community Team meeting tonight… must have all been out celebrating Solstice.



[I now present what amounts to recycling — posting bits of the blog I discontinued a while ago…]

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

 Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

Getting Things Done

I’ve been going through another period of being too stressed by all the things I have to do to actually get it done.  I think I cleared another hurdle in that.

In the past 24 hours, I have done the editing of an article for Barry Weinhold of The Kindness Campaign (mostly needed to create a Table of Contents for it), helped out a friend who was down, wrote my next article for (Door to the Beyond: Paganism and Mental Health), did some grocery shopping, distributed fliers (also getting paid for that), and consulted another friend on his website, including checking all his links to make sure they work and that they did not come with safety hazards (i.e., spyware).  Damn, I’m good! LOL

I also have started a family Yahoogroup, scanned and uploaded lots of pictures to it… and just found out tonight that David Oaks of MindFreedom International is passing one of his e-mail groups to me.  Oh yeah, I also posted an ad for Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective on the website for The Icarus Project.

And kept up on my massive amounts of email…

How was your day?


Life Goes On

Went to a really terrific party Saturday night… the Extravablogiversapaloozathon (aka first anniversary of BlogAsheville).  Lots of people (nobody I knew, but maybe I’ll know them better in the future), even a band in the house (really good, from soft rock to bluegrass).  LOTS of beer.  They had a tank of French Broad Amber Lager, followed by a tank of French Broad Marzen, followed by many cases and sixpacks of just about everything else.

Got my ARMHC meeting tomorrow night, should be fun.  Next weekend is SerpentStone Litha Family Gathering, and Frankie is going with me (along with Jeanne).  Should be a blast, I haven’t been to Splendor Hollow for a while.

Lots of stuff going on.  I’ve been generally depressed, and have some work to do but haven’t gotten around to it.  Have to edit a paper for Barry, and write my next article on Paganism and Mental Health for (my 3rd in an ongoing monthly article).

We’ll chat later.


Swami Beyondananada’s Ten Guidelines for Enlightenment

1. Be a FUNdamentalist — ensure that the Fun always comes before the
Mental.  Realize that life is a situation comedy that will never
be cancelled.  A laugh track has been provided and the reason we
are put in the material world is to get more material.  Have a
good laughsitive twice a day, which will ensure reguhilarity.

2. Remember that each of us has been given a special gift just for entering, so you are already a winner!

3.  The most powerful tool on the planet today is
Tell-A-Vision.  That’s where I tell a vision to you and you tell a
vision to me.  That way, if we don’t like the programming we’re
getting, we can change the channel.

4. Life is like photography — you use the negative to develop. 
No matter what adversity you face, be reassured:  Of course God
loves you… He’s just not ready to make a commitment.

5.  It is true: As we go through life thinking heavy thoughts,
thought particles tend to get caught between the ears and cause a
condition called “truth decay”.  Be sure to use mental floss twice
a day, and when you’re tempted to practice ‘tantrum yoga’, remember
what we teach in the Swami’s Absurdiveness Training Class:  DON’T

6. If we want world peace, we must let go of our attachments and truly
live like nomads.  That’s where I no mad at you and you no mad at
me.  That way there’ll surely be nomadness on the planet. Peace
begins with each of us.  A little peace here, a little peace
there.  Pretty soon all the peaces will fit together to make one
big peace everywhere.

7.  I know great earth changes have been predicted for the future,
so if you’re looking to avoid earthquakes my advice is simple: 
When you find a fault don’t dwell on it.  

8. There’s no need to change the world.  All we have to do is
toilet train the world and we’ll never have to change it again.

9. If you’re looking for the key to the Universe I’ve got some
good  news and some bad news. The bad news: There is no key to the
Universe. The good news:  It was never locked.

10.  Finally, everything I’ve told you is channeled.  That
way, if you don’t like it it’s not my fault.  But remember:
Enlightenment is not a bureaucracy, so you don’t have to go through

More good stuff, too busy

This has been a VERY busy week for me.

Monday I had my Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective
meeting.  After the meeting some of us went to Westville Pub to
play some music.  Didn’t go well, I needed to leave early.  I
walked about a mile and then a lady gave me a ride home.  Lots
more story there, but I’ll leave it for now.

Tuesday.  Asheville-Buncombe Coalition for the Homeless
meeting.  Good meeting, had fun.  Went home and started
preparing for the Annual Meeting and Elections for Asheville Homeless
Network.  Was up until 5 am doing that.

Wednesday.  2:00 I met with my therapist at my apartment, then at
3:00 he drove me to Mellow Mushroom, where we had a planning meeting
for Asheville Radical Mental Health Collective (and pizza
party!).  Great meeting, went until 6.  Went to Courtyard
Gallery to discuss a Mad Movie Marathon weekend with Carlos. 
Carlos has movies all the time, especially Friday nights, and we in
ARMHC had an idea for a weekend of movies with mental health
themes.  Carlos is all for it, with the caveat that the movie
Friday night must be a foreign film (he shows foreign films at the
Gallery every Friday night).  Went home and did more work on the
Annual Meeting, spent an hour and a half updating The Kindness
Campaign’s website.

Then I spent another hour or two finishing up with
.  This is my newest website, bringing together all the
information we have developed through the ALT-therapies4bipolar
Yahoogroup, and it really looks good.  I’m having trouble talking
one author into letting us keep her stuff on the site, it is almost
essential, but I can link it one way or another.

Lots of email to process.  My cousin Linda is online and writing
me every day.  And I have to get some sleep, because the Annual
Meeting is tomorrow at 2:00.  If I recover from it, I’ll head out
later to the Open Mic at The Courtyard Gallery, something I try
to make every Thursday.  Of course, I could also go to the
Citizen’s Police Advisory Commission Town Meeting in East Asheville,
but there is no guarantee of a way home from there.

I’ve been getting out to put out fliers for classes on herbalism and
plant growing; a local organic farm pays me to put up the fliers. 
There was a rush job to get them out to local acupuncturists, but I
just did not have time to even research where they are.

And I also have a document for The Kindness Campaign to go through and
set up a Table of Contents.  I won’t have time for that until
Friday at the earliest; I’m waiting to hear from Cathy if that’s ok, if
it isn’t a rush.

And Sunday is Barry’s retirement party from The Kindness
Campaign.  It will be my first time at Lotus Lodge, home of the
monthly magazine “Spirit in the Smokies”.

Guess that’s about it.  You’re probably getting manic just reading
about this.  It has been a while since I had a week this busy, and
I hope it’s a while before I have another one.