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I’m writing a book. It’s called ‘The Ancient Book of Magic Secrets’. It’s a story of our history and it’s a history of our stories, it’s a powerful manifesto and a searing indictment of our times. It’s a carefully crafted tale laid side by side with a collection of non-fiction essays hoping for some kind of symbiosis, it’s revelatory, it’s hybrid, it’s interconnected, it’s irreverent and it’s funny. And writing it has been an adventure.

I’m launching a Patreon page to promote the book project. On this page patreon.com/ancientsecrets you can learn more about the project and sign on to be a ‘follower’ LOL or a patron. Writing this book, like I said, has been some kind of an adventure and my idea is to share it with friends by creating a forum and a community and a platform for conversation and mutual discovery minus all the mind pollution on facebook / hopefully it can be all these things

The purpose of my book is to save the world. I’ve always wanted to do that but could never figure out how until now. Well actually it’s still in prototype, still figuring it out but I’ve got some of it up. Support and maintenance systems, right? It will change and evolve as it finds its rhythm so please be patient and stay tuned.

The project. So I’ve been working on it for awhile and there is a fair amount of ways to go. Three of the 18 chapters or sections are in final draft, the others are in varying stages of development. I’m working on it. My daily activities facilitate the writing time. Lattes are not cheap but the cafe experience helps.

This project involves massive amounts of research, innumerable hours of computer writing, blissful hours of bike riding (that’s where it all comes together), endless scribblings into notebooks and dictations into voice recorder. For me that is the adventure of it, can I put it all together, can I pull this off before I die or the world blows up, whichever comes first? I think everyone should have an urgent project. Here’s mine.

book report

my current book report is for ‘the book of genesis’ author unknown
probly someone lost in the desert with nothing else to do so they collected all
the stories they had ever heard from all the people they had ever heard them from and who themselves had heard them from other people who had heard them from other people and on and on it went all along the fertile crescent

first off god created everything out of nothing
it was a miracle
how that’s any different from the big bang popular with scientists i don’t know
then he set up his people
yes i shall have a special covenant with you and you shall cut off
the foreskins of all your male babies that are born unto you as a
sign of my covenant

excuse me for the exegesis but that’s fucked up

anyways it goes on how sojourner abraham founded his own kingdom
there at the edge of the fertile crescent and prospered and started up
his own propaganda war machine / yeah god told us to kill em all and
take over their valley

abraham was a pioneer and a sojourner / for some reason he wanted to get as far away from the fertile crescent as possible even though that was his home culture
maybe he had a bad experience there or his father did / his father was born in ur near the city of uruk on the southern tip of the crescent and abraham was born in nahar at the northern tip / from there he journeyed southward to caanan along the western edge of the crescent and into the land of the moabs and the ammonites and the philistines

the fact that he was a product of the fertile crescent is fascinating to me / the story of old king gilgamesh takes place there / it was there that we first learned to write down our stories and create literature

among the folktales passed around by the descendants of abraham was the story of noah and the great flood / noah gathered two of each species and loaded them into the ark and shut the gate / then the whole world flooded and all perished except for what the lord had saved in the ark / but how did he keep the lions and the tigers happy for 40 days and 40 nights ?? any meat he had brought aboard would have spoiled by then / meanwhile there were plenty of luscious lambs and goats and other ungulates just standing around in close quarters

i dunno

i’m reading this book to give some background and depth to my gilgamesh story which is one chapter of the book i’m writing / the good book / the project i have staked my life on / the book that could change everything and bring peace and tranquilty, finally, to all mankind
if it works everything will fit together seamlessly – all 8 chapters and all 8 episodes of the narrative / it needs narrative structure but it’s primarily a diatribe / it’s about being human – hey write about what you know right ??

self congratulations and the ancient book of magic secret’s eponymous chapter draft completion

i finished a draft
of one chapter
i’m so elated
i’m celebrating

opened the kombucha
in the pale green bottle
that once held
italian sparkling mineral water

and drank
thinking outside the box now
feeling the momentum
the tide change

anything is possible
and it’s right as rain
my brain signals to me
time to revisit the narrative

and imagine a new beginning
or a difficult decision
with powerful consequences

Add title, fill in the blank pages

would be one way to look at it. Or ‘onward thru the fog’ which I used to see on bumper stickers all the time in Austin when i lived there years ago.  That’s pretty much what I feel like trying to write this book.  Onward thru the fog!  I don’t command the skills necessary to write this thing so i must learn those in the process of writing the thing.  Which is kind of an onward thru the fog kind of experience.  I guess you follow a dim light or the intimation of light coming from over there behind those trees.   It may be the glowing campfire of a wizard or it may be the candlelight from a witches hut or it may be dawn.  We hope.  

Chet Baker and Duke Jordan on youtube helps.  Some soothing tunes, baby.  And get up and take a few more steps.  Maybe it’s the lantern of some searchers looking for you.

i listen to the wind

Well many of you may have been wondering where I’ve been and why I haven’t posted anything in such a long time.  Or maybe it hasn’t entered your mind, but in any case here’s a post.  It’s about this awesome book I’m working on that will probably save the world and make me rich and famous.  I can do without the famous part, I just want people to listen to my poetry.  Ha ha that’s from a joke.  The book is called ‘the Ancient Book of Magic Secrets’ and this is from the chapter called ‘the nature pool’.  How cool is that?

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Aha, a little green frog in the undergrowth near the pool.  It hopped away as soon as I spotted it and hid, but what a happy sign.  It was born in the pool and survived as a tadpole, then grew some legs and crawled out onto the land to begin its adult phase.  Amphibians, man, they are something else, first they start out with gills, then they develop lungs, they can even breathe thru their skin.  It’s for this reason and others that they are considered an indicator species and can tell us when an ecosystem is under stress.  In many parts of the world, unfortunately, there has been a noticeable decline, precipitous really, in amphibian populations.  It’s very sad.  That’s why I’m so happy to see the little bugger, it means we have a healthy habitat around here.

Of course Kybo the cat is part of the habitat.  If she sees it she’ll probably catch it, play with it and eat it as she has done with other frogs.   I’ve talked to her about it.  No sign of progress.  But the frogs that have survived, this new generation, they may have an adaptive gene or a learned behavior or some other way of surviving in an environment with cats.  There’s always something or somebody to challenge us and get our attention.  Have you noticed that?  It’s not really any different just because we’re humans.  Although I’m no longer in danger of being eaten by a cat, I feel deeply challenged every day.  Kybo, is lightening fast and alert.  She scouts the backyard daily and sometimes (like right now) posts sentinel on the porch railing.  She takes doves out of the air.  I have never seen it but I imagine she can jump 6 feet high.  She’s a high level predator and she knows it.  We’ll see if the frog does as well.

Now the raccoon comes out looking for dinner.  Sheesh, I thought it was one of the cats.  Seems nervous though and quickly disappears back behind the couch/bed that sits on the back porch.  It prefers to dine alone.  I so totally understand.  These days human interaction seems to be the exception rather than the norm, friends fall away and my recluse phase takes over.  It’s powerful, but who is ever really alone?  We have our thoughts, our intimations of God, our aspirations.  Do we not?  All these little critters that share this bio-habitat with me have their own thoughts and intimations of God I suspect, not so different from me.  In their own ways they find their way.  Is a little juvenile frog, one inch long, foraging in the weeds and mulch ‘alone’?  I suspect not, he has his interpretations of the world, his current phase to pay attention to, Kybo the bloody cat, where to sleep tonight.  Are there any others like me around, he might wonder?  And probably he would know somehow and probably there are.  It may have been the same frogette a couple of weeks ago that I saw hopping across the brick patio, taking refuge in the grass growing out from between the bricks, or it may have been another individual.  

I think everything is good.  I think life and death and entropy are all ok and part of the habitat.  I think night has arrived.  It’s dark out there.  From the shelter of the light cast by the porch lamp on the patio, I listen to the wind and watch as it moves the trees around against the backdrop of the still milky sky.          

this is what happens

when you write poetry while reading
quantum physics and natural history
while writing a book about everything

so ok let me get this straight

there was a big bang and
everything blew up and
the universe was created and
stars and galaxies and stuff

and we know this because the universe
is getting bigger so it used to be smaller
about the size of a football actually
when it blew up back in the day
but technically it didn’t blow up
because there was no space for it
to blow up into and no time for it
to happen either / they hadn’t been invented yet
is your mind blown yet ??
there weren’t even the 4 forces
of nature yet no super heroes no video games
it was all chaos and entropy
and stuff that we don’t even know about
yet

and yet something happened and now i’m here
standing on this planet in this room
along with you in a human body as
a member of a tribe of a species a habitat a
social ranking a designation a name a house
with an address a title a label / of all the possibilities of
the subatomic quantum particle physics stuff
theories of everything and invisible infinite universes
and stuff / this is what happened cool
here we are

and i’m rapping it out this piece well maybe not
rapping really but trying to do my best
to say it right get it tight with all my might
see the light fly so high through the sky that is already
here among us / the sky touches us all the way
down to the ground it sounds like nothing but it
looks like everything / hey our brains were
formatted designed by 3 1/2 billion years of
evolution on this planet all those
creatures and organisms that came before
wired our brain made us who we are
took into consideration
the sacred libation the tree of life and
the baptism and the transformation adaption
so who can say how it should be or
even how it is ??

don’t give up grasshopper
remember what you learned
when you were high what you dreamed
when you were a little child
and you wore your superhero cape to the store
with your mom unashamedly holding her hand
and believing in your dream with such ferocity
not even knowing the difference between
that reality and any others say that
of your mom for example or the adults
around you the people who were supposed
to know the teachers and the leaders and the
elders and the old ones white as snow and wrinkled

calibrate this / the chances of elves
and gnomes being real / but then
why are they in our stories huh ??
our stories are as real as as we are
if we believe in them right ?? the movies ??
faith based reality ?? it’s trending these days

but it’s always been that way
the only thing i know for sure is that
here i am which is the subject of this
dissertation this diatribe this tirade this echolocation
this deep and inviting incantation into the bright
insight of the night resembling a realization

i am here and you are too and somehow
that is good and god i am glad and it could have happened
this way or that way or it could have happened
a million trillion zillion other ways
is all i’m saying

the end

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