Love-Being-Aware

Dear hearts, this is just for fun - an attempt to set a new personal record for how long a silly old fart can hold a note in a song without going off key or (audibly) gasping for air.

The thing you don't think is the thing that you know Let it grow, let it grow let it groooooooooooooooooooooow

I clock it at 20+ and 30+ seconds, pretty good for an old fart like me!

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Well, dear hearts, a little bit of blasphemy never hurt anybody - except for the "blasphemer" of course.

In real bad times they do worse than wash your mouth out with soap like somebody's mommy did when her little boy came home singing joyously, "We three Kings of Orient are trying to light a loaded cigar -BOOM!!! - we two Kings of Orient are trying to light a loaded cigar - BOOOOM!!!

"SAG-re-lige!!!" she screamed and he sniffled, "Mommy, I didn't know!"

Well, he do know now and I clue you, true prophecy must begin with a bit of blasphemy just to clear the ground a bit...

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I've heard some stoopid things said by people purporting to have some sort of corner on the market for holiness and salvation of one sort or another - but a contender for the silliest as well as stoopidest was this guy who was guru to a whole bunch of people who run around and pound on drums and keep saying the same thing over and over and over...and over so as they won't forget is - anyways, to cut the snark short, what he said to his followers was of this order: "You will mate, but not like animals..." - Jeeze, how they do that, I really don't want to know, but I take that attitude to reveal a projection of an inner turmoil about sexuality onto the creatures of God's Creation.

That said, maybe you might understand what this song is really about...

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In the creation myth told in the texts most commonly held sacred in our culture, we read that on the third day of the week that the Elohiim see that "it is good" two times. It is said to mean that it was on the third day that sex was introduced to the creation, which, as we know, is very good. Therefore there is a tradition that Tuesday is an especially felicitous day for marriage.

I didn't know about this when I composed the song posted here and named it "Arbitrary Tuesday" - that it was about love marriage (and divorce) made the title rather felicitously chosen.

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Well, there I was, wild eyed in the wilderness, and yet, at the same time, in my living room with two Moroni Missionaries sitting across from me on my sofa - they noticed my little octave guitar and suddenly I was playing it and singing a melody, well maybe more of a caterwauling.

Over the years [since 1973], it developed into the song you hear here - a series of rhyming couplets plus a chorus.

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Not long after my fourth birthday, in order to refine the ability to make weapons of mass death ever more effective, experiments were done to determine more exactly parameters for the critical mass of the metal of death, plutonium. There was this fellow in the laboratory who's job was to slowly bring together two halves of a hemisphere of death metal - as they came closer, the increase in radiation was recorded as the setup approached critical mass.

There was a safety mechanism to separate the silvery-white pieces should they come too close. The fellow doing the experiment found this an impediment which prevented him from getting really close as he "tickled the dragon's tail" - so he disabled the fail-safe device. One afternoon, as he was doing the experiment he had done so many times before, sweat dripped from his nose as the two pieces came closer - observers watched in tense silence. Suddenly, his hand slipped - the two halves came together and touched, a blue light filled the room.

Without a second thought he accepted the death sentence and separated the two pieces of death metal, saving the others in the room. After six weeks of increasingly hopeless agony, Lois Slotin died - his tragedy burned an image in my young pre-teen mind when I first read about it.

It seems to me the image is a symbol of how our common cultural insanity can be seen as a form of "Tickling the Dragon's Tail" - listen to the night winds wail!

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The images of the ocean and that of the river descending, that is the Jordan, the road, that of the mountain and other - they are revolve around and reflect very similar insights into a deep spiritual understanding.  If you cannot lose all, you cannot win anything - nothing of value and certainly not freedom.

When I sang this song this afternoon I found myself telling a story about a fellow who won himself a diamond body and ended up losing it in favor of freedom

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Well, dear hearts, I guess you all know about the story of how scholastics in the Middle Ages [supposedly] debated on how many angels could dance on the "head of a pin" - the drift of the story being how silly them folks were back then.

When I grew up the discussion of our wise leaders was how many times it would take to destroy the planet before they could be sure they really wouldn't do it. Today, the discussion is how much freedom needs to be stripped back [probably clear to bone] in order to be sure weapons of mass insanity don't fall into the "wrong hands" [as if they have or ever could be in "right hands"]

Whatever, that is all the excuse I intend to give for posting this little song about where it all begins followed by a little ramble pulled from the brambles in my heart.

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From the last days of May until the first week of August is a time of bright nights when the evening dusk goes over to the dawn of day without the dark of night. One of these nights can be worth all the trouble of winter's dreary dark - in the Happy Little Kingdom of Denmark, the best of all is Sankte Hans Aften, Midsummer Eve

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I first met the crazy bird on a dreary gray winter afternoon, wandering in the wilderness, salvaging shards of my shattered mind - suddenly, I heard a crazy bird singing the melody of life, of the reality of love being aware.

What I have never understood is that the lark sings in the summer, but this was the middle of the winter, 1973, in the Happy Little Kingdom of Denmark.

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