The Secret

It is important to give up to let go  to give in to give over all control utterly and completely All of it just let it go ego blown asunder judgment dissolved simple as breathing in and breathing out now riding away on the storms of bedlam, or drifting easily becalmed on a still and quiet sea With equal aplomb heaving up onto the crest and sinking into the trough, under the hot sun of noon through long nights alone the secret burning itself in

My Work Is Obscure Even to Me

Metaphysical Essay by David Sky

(I don’t believe in anything. I only believe in everything.)

The two challenges left for me with now only nine days to not overcome them rather to integrate them are clear to me. Both are equal so it is not possible to say exactly, “one” and “two”. This is a lesson in itself. This reality that is a subset of the greater reality is the reality in which there is sequence. Only here on this side of the veil do so many perceive love as a finite thing such that you may love one more than another or must exclude one in favor of another. (The way this was presented to me was “one does not have to die so that another may live” referring not to the death of the body but to the death of a concept in order to make a space for a seemingly conflicting concept) Here I do not speak of threesomes, just to be clear. Love is the only limitless thing in this physical reality which is real only not the only real that there is? I say this to remind myself and strengthen my own resolve to overcome Cognitive Dissonance yet another peculiarity of this physical reality we find ourselves in for now. If one were to think that I am merely speaking to myself all the time than you would not be wrong. I am because I am you. Another peculiarity of this subset of the greater reality is a nearly inescapable notion of separateness. A good hit of acid or a handful of musky mushrooms shatters that illusion. I say this again to bolster myself for the task at hand which is not an easy task just as all the most important tasks come upon along this mystical path have not been easy.

Perhaps my deepest, most innate instinct spiritually speaking is to wring the meaning out of everything – everything. I do not lament it for this is what I am and now more than ever in my life I can only love and appreciate what I am. Only it is time to bring the energy of this instinct into a much more balance and harmonious state within myself. This is what makes it so hard for me to experience joy as what happens is that I squeeze the very life out of things with this scrutiny. To accomplish such a task involves first recognition then intention and in this particular case because the task is so daunting and so vital also visualization in a meditative state. Here the visualization is crucial to success, I feel. The visualization is what I call an “act of magic” calling it magic because whatever else I may call it is both unbearably pretentious to my ear as well as being infused with nuance that I do not intend to convey and my intent in this writing is to communicate or connect with The Others. (Similarly, I am loath to use such highly abstract nouns as “God” for the word causes a cascade in the minds of others that often, I feel, diverges vastly from what I am trying to convey. No problem with that for there are as many paths to the mountain top as there are climbers only it is not conducive to true communication) Magic to me is simply any action taken that has a strong intention behind it that brings more meaning to the action than itself – such as tossing a penny into a wishing well and making a wish. That is an act of magic. This act is visualization as is the other act for these two integrations that are upon me now. In some cases, the magic would require some physical act or an icon of some kind but here I feel visualization is what is needed. Nine days may seem a short time but it is a very long time when the mind is focused and the heart is still.

This is a simple one: my right hand at my side as if walking just hanging loosely and I make it into a tight fist, very tight, as if it is necessary to sucker punch someone much larger so I make it as tight and hard as I can and then I simply loosen the first and shake it out. As I visualize this I am thinking, “Easy now, relax, just love what is and let it be”. If I were to feel the need, the physical act of magic would be to actually make that fist with my right hand. But I do not choose to do so partly because doing that hurts due to my physical disability. And I am no longer in the business of hurting myself having closed that shop some time ago. The truth of things is always simple.

The other task equally as difficult and equally as important to me is to now fully come together bringing the far flung elements of myself deliberately dissociated in order to get to this perfect place which is to say in order to get to her. I know The Universe’s way and that in order to get to her I would have to perfect myself ever so much as be possible for me to do. Not perfection. That is ridiculous. But what amounts to stepping firmly into the stream of eternity which is in fact my own personal destiny. There is room in this for error for it is as if you do not have to immerse your entire body in the stream but only must get some part in like tagging home plate with merely a sliver of your toe makes your run count in baseball? I understood that to find my soulmate this was the only way and to be clear as a spiritual goal it also dovetails perfectly with my own personal ambitions at the highest levels. But of course it would, you may be thinking: probably not actually but if you are than we are already the very best of friends. The visualization for this involves flying a plane and the plane is buffeted by winds, shifting up and down violently, and wings dipping alarmingly this way and that way as in the visualization I bring the plane into a perfectly directed state – balanced and harmonious flight. This vision was given to me as was the clenching and unclenching of my fist. My thought in this visualization is simply, “come together now”. I listen to the Beatles song, “Come Together” while relaxing meditatively simply lying down with eyes closed.

In this way I make the final preparations for the last journey of my life to my first home.

I do not know who to properly thank so I thank all things of all times. To be sure, this meditation is suffused in white light and gratitude beyond gratitude for what I have been given here is the world.

Bulwonkle, Tourist Detective (On Work & Love)

I know Freud is dead but I'll tell you he nailed this one thing, that life is all about Love and Work.

Keep it simple when it comes to philosophy I mean literally as in the less syllables the better. Years of inner searching and a fantastic and very weird mass of life experience whittled my own personal philosophy down to, “Bev”.

I know, right.

Knocked that one out of the park and in YOUR FACE Kierkegaard. So the love part got that in spades.

Work is good to me as well so way I see it I am blessed in this life. Few understand my work such is my lot in life. It is an occupational hazards that is unavoidable. I work deep, deep undercover for the Tourist Police. How deep you may wonder? So deep THEY don't even know it. Corruption is everywhere in our fair republic but my work is to stay underneath all the corruption until it presents a clear and preset danger to tourist or tourism.

By and large, it is really safe here, of course. But always there are few bad apples and my natural talent is to identify them simply by looking in their eyes. Takes one to know one kind of thing. Hell, half the folks visiting our fair isle are from the states where if one were self hating enough to watch the evening news, murder is rampant. I mean here sure you might get your laptop snatched but your chances of dying by crime are much lower here than of being crushed by an airplane engine falling randomly out of the sky. And I have the data somewhere to back that up, I'm sure.

Bet you can't say that about the states now can you?

And you know the thing is that I love people, right. I'm a people person always have been. I'm a world class hugger too doesn't matter to me how hot and humid it's been all day. Listen the first rule of being a deep, deep cover Tourist Detective is tell no one. I do not even tell Beverly the extent of my mission to protect her in case my identity were ever discovered by the wrong people. So I just engage in my own special brand of community undercover detective work.

I approach a nice family I haven't seen before - Hi folks, good morning to you and may I welcome you to the island! I give an enthusiastic welcome to this big family from … somewhere where they do not get much exercise or sun ? Hugs all around. Couple with two kids. The kids smile and hug me back.

Where you guys from? I ask.

Peoria, IL, the couple says almost in unison then laugh. Bob, says Bob. Cindy says Cindy.

(I feel the positive energy already rising now do you see why I love my work?) I reach into my left pocket and grab a handful of sandwich size zip lock plastic bags – a present and a free tip of the day for you folks, I hand Bob the plastic bags with a slight flourish. (I mean who doesn't love a present, right?)

What's this for? Bob asks

Each of you keep one in your pocket at all times then when a downpour breaks out, you can put your cell phone in their and just go ahead and enjoy getting soaked in paradise.

Both of them look up into the clear blue skies overhead. Cindy says, but there's not a cloud in the sky. Bob is shaking his head in agreement. Doesn't look like rain, he says skeptically.

Well, I tell them, politely, the weather can change here in the tropics in a heart beat. Always be prepared is my motto. Have a wonderful time guys, I bid them farewell and stride forth into another day in paradise where love and work are perfect.

Beverly said once that the biggest thing she loves about me is my unbridled enthusiasm for living. I asked if it is okay if the biggest thing I loved about her is her lips? But anyway, I say just jump on life and hump it and thank God for your good luck, man. It's no more complicated than that ?

Chronicles of Bulwonkle, Tourist Detective "Morning on the Island"

Beverly sleeps late. My body on the other hand wakes itself at first light always has. I think something is a little off with me because I have never felt fear in my life but just the thought of living in Alaska and not being able to sleep for weeks or even months on end … now that's scary to me because I need my sleep. Without a solid six hours, I'm for shit, man.

I like to run the beach around the island before the sun is even up. It took a long time for my feet to harden enough to make it barefoot. Sounds easy right I mean it's just sand but haul ass in it for a good hour to make it around the whole island that can be a pounding, believe me. I try to warn people that paradise will sneak up on you and just clean your clock it's terrible for that because no one ever sees it coming because it's “paradise”. Except me, of course.

I always go clockwise around because I'm right handed. I like this time of morning it's light enough to see but the island is still mostly sleeping or just rising and usually a sea breeze is just starting to kick up and birds sing and chirp and squawk. Big, fat Iguana watch from their perches in the trees and countless lizards scatter underfoot. I never get tired of the lizards here they're the smartest goddamn creatures on earth – did you know that? Just the way they cock their heads an look you right in the eye all the time as if to say, “I got you all figured out, Human”.

This whole eastern side catches the predominate winds and on my right a series of mostly three story beach condos soak up every centimeter of sea frontage. I hear my name as a hand pops out the window a boat docked and I wave back, “morning Augustus. Good hunting!” Lobster this time of year but Augustus would come back with fish as well you could count on it and I do often do business in the evening. He came from Honduras with his wife twenty years ago to the island so that his children may have a better life. Like most of us here, an immigrant or at least a transplant from the mainland. Very few islanders are original families here. You can tell the original family members if you pay any attention at all they are entirely different from Gringos.

Someone asked me once what is the difference and I said well they have souls. We all start out with souls, of course, only those who grow up on this island and stay here all their lives they live in such peace and beauty their entire lives that their precious souls never get beaten out of them.

My favorite part is the southern side of the island which is the most forested and natural area. If I gave a shit about birds, I would be able to list hundreds of species easily. But I don't. Did you know that the only living creatures related to dinosaurs are birds? That's why I don't fully trust the little bastards I think Hitchcock had it about right, frankly. Only a matter of time before the birds kill us all.

One thing I love about this island is that it has a good beach most all the way around. I don't see any structures until rounding the south side and heading back up the west side where mainly locals live in shanties lacking the amenities most of our tourists and local expatriates find essential, including myself, I am not ashamed to admit. I'm hot waters biggest fan. If you pay any attention, though, you notice that the people are by and large smiling and happy and the children are very happy. How many times I have seen people on vacation so glum compared to the local serving them and making not enough money from it to barely feed their family.

It's hard to be happy without a soul.

Near where the western side along the bay meets the northern side is the old power station with its enormous train car size generators mostly dormant now used only as backup since we put in an underwater cable from the mainland. By the time I return to our apartment taking up the second floor of Miss Avlanter's enormous old mansion, the sun is coming up. To my surprise Beverly is already on the deck watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee held in both hands blowing on it gently. A little steam rises up from the cup and her lips so close to the lip of the cup and the steam rising and the sun rising behind O man makes me love her so much you have no idea. I wish to God I could paint but I cannot draw a straight line but just this scene is the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life.

After I get a cup of coffee myself, I go out on the deck and stand behind her quietly stroking her long hair. She finally sips the coffee cautious as always truly a woman after my own heart. She says, you're taking me to breakfast this morning I'm up early.

I see that, I say. You are beyond beautiful right now. Epic beauty. Staggering. Mesmerizing -

Enough! Bev says, kissing the back of my hand. I took a piss and rushed out here so I could see the sun rise haven't even washed my face yet for God's sakes, Bull.

You doubt my perception?

It is my life's work to doubt your perceptions apparently but I love what I do – now take me in the shower then take me to breakfast I'm hungry this morning for some reason.
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We hold hands walking up to Anita's Place and I feel very happy the morning is clear and not too hot and we have an invite to go snorkeling off a guys yacht. He's either the nicest guy in the world or else a front for some Mexican Mafia I'm not certain yet so this outing will be fun and hopefully informative.

It's easy to kill one bird with one stone, I always say, shoot for killing two birds with one stone. Why fuck around, right – I mean life's too short?

Hey Babe I was thinking what about adopting children - I would be a great dad and you would be a great mom.

Bev says, you would be a terrible dad, Bull that's out of the question – volunteer at the school with the kids maybe? I've already been a Mom, thank you very much.

I'm afraid to do that volunteer with the kiddies deal because one of the little buggers might claim I touched em in the bad place just to fuck with me.

What? Why on earth would a child do that?

O Bev I wished I lived in your world of rainbows and unicorns Jesus kids are little monsters I think I read that in Psychology Today. Have to think ahead, you know that, calculate those unlikely and often unseemly potentialities. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it. Give me credit remember when I was talking about how an airplane engine could fall out of the sky and crush someone then we saw it on the news, right?

I see it coming, Bev, it's a gift and a curse, what can I say?

You know Bull for someone who claims to have never felt fear, you sure are paranoid – you ever think about that?

You mean paranoia IS fear? Damn, I turn that around in my mind as we get to Anita's? I just learned something about myself here that I've been terrified my whole life. It was a real moment of realization for me rare thing these days.

Thank you, Beverly, you taught me something about myself.

Don't thank me, it's what I do. Welcome to the human race, Bev says. Damn I'm hungry.

"Bulwonkle, Tourist Detective" (working deep cover on the paradisaical isle of Nohwar)

What can I say, you know, I can proffer no rational defense. She literally had me at “hello”. I couldn't even begin to say exactly why some gestalt of physical mannerism, physique and her blue eyes and her calm, strong and yet open energy. Now how possibly to articulate just the energy of her a grounded, even nature and it was so clearly just how Michelle had been created by God. I felt my ego boundaries melting and thought, “O shit, here we go again, man, down that rabbit hole of love.”

For better or worse, that's how I am, right, just how I was made by God: While to the world I show a fist, in love I am that guy following my heart around like a puppy on a leash. 

Come on, I entreat Michelle, swim with me? 

No, she says, it's chilly this morning and I'm tired of fighting that Sargasso. I'll stay and drink all the coffee, she winks, you go ahead, Love, knock yourself out.

Don't drink all the coffee, Michelle. Don't be an asshole, I tell her serious as I can be as I start off across the couple dozen yards of sand separating our deck from the shores of the Caribbean.

You're such a huge asshole, Bull, that you are not allowed to ever call anyone else an asshole, ever. I know we went over that rule several times already.

I yell back, You have too many rules, you know that right!

Just go swim and let me drink coffee in peace, Bull. I can't laugh hard this early in the morning or something bad might happen. And keep your goddamn trunks on and I mean it now! You have a responsibility to be a good citizen!

I turn to face Michelle dropping my shorts on the sand – you’re not the boss of me, I yell back at her. I look up and down the beach a good, slow, easy inspection with a hyper-vigilance honed since suffering early childhood trauma: turn your weaknesses into strength, I always say. But such is the life of a Tourist Cop working deep cover in paradise where, by the way, you really have to keep your wits about you at all times because paradise has a way of sneaking up on you and cleaning your clock when you least expect it, man.

Anyway, everything's copacetic, time for a good swim.

I don't know why but I thought of Michelle giving me a hard time about swimming naked. Fucking society right, it's a classic Freudian trap. The Id is such an innocent monster and wants to run around naked, happy and free and crap all over the place. That poor little bastard  just gets shoved back into its box by social pressures and all it wants is to be itself. So it's no wonder that twenty years of life sees people so uptight that they cannot take a proper crap for god's sake. I work myself up as swim against the very slight current of the morning tide, the water feeling slightly warmer than the air today. And then there you go, I can't swim naked in the ocean because I am surrounded by these anal retentive types. Well my Id is free, dammit. 

I stop to float for a long while on my back and look up at the clear blue sky. I think of forming a support group called, “Anal Expulsive Anonymous” but decide against it for more or less obvious reasons. The money would be in Stupid Anonymous, I just know it. I'll instruct the members to mail in their thoughts and feelings to me on the back of twenty dollar bills, right. Damn, that's like free money hanging on a money tree waiting to he plucked. Note to self, Bulwonkle: get on that chop chop. It's hard to find time because deep cover tourist detective work is more than a full time job, man, it's a way of life.

I swim back still a little bitter about that tourist family and all the fuss they made when all I was doing was trying to help, as usual. Someone needs to be concerned about their safety as tourists! Besides that their children should see adult genitalia so they can come to accept that our human form for what it is something natural and nothing to be freaked out about. Jesus Christ these people are positively primitive.

Back on the deck, I grab us both a cup of coffee and join Michelle overlooking the aqua marine waters glistening brightly with morning sunlight. 

Here comes a family down the beach now Bull, she says, patting the chair next to her, sit down next to me and be quiet and leave them alone.

I say a bit more defensively than I mean to, are you still talking about the uptight family from the states -

You were naked lecturing them with their children right there -

Whoa, hey, I never lecture! I was welcoming them to our fair island and giving them some friendly and I might add free safety tips.

Whatever, Bull, just sit here with me hold my hand and smile.

So I do and happily so. I love Michelle for a lot of reasons but definitely one is for being such a perfect smart ass. We watch the family slowly make their way past, husband and wife holding hands walking ankle deep in the surf with the two small children, a boy and girl, frolicking along a little deeper in. All of them pink as baby mice. Blue sky and Caribbean green sea as a backdrop. Coffee. Michelle’s hand in mine. Life is good and our little isle is safe and sound for pink as baby mice families to carelessly wander the beaches. 

I lean over and kiss Michelle on the neck then ask her seriously, how come no matter how hard I try to come across, you know, and really talk to people, they end up mostly saying, “Please don't hurt me, Mister!”? Another thing I love about her is how I can talk to her about anything and how she takes me seriously. Michelle really gets things.

She says, It's a combination of the delivery, standing way too close which, by the way, we've talked about that, remember personal space! And then there's your eyes, Sweetheart. She stoops to kiss me on the cheek going for another cup of coffee and I die a little bit just looking into her bright, blue eyes and that smile. It’s not your fault, Babe, Michelle touches my cheek, that your gaze razes people to the ground. They think you’re insane but I know you’re just a bit aspy.

Tripping From a Mushroom's Point of View

Hey, psst, dude - you ready to trip on some humans!?

Wha? I think I nodded off – what now - ?

Well, I hope so cause they’re coming our way right now. Hey don't tell me you've never tripped on humans before?

No, honestly, I haven’t ever - “tripped” as you say.

Oh, wow, a neophyte? Well, well are you in for some fun, kid. Okay, they’re getting close so I think this shit is going down. Not much time now just listen up cause we’ve been eatin by these humans for millenniums. Personally, I love me some human. I mean Srsly! First rate nervous system. Some say Dolphin's better but never had dolphin myself so I don't know?

I don't understa -

Listen - first of all, bro, relax. Really that's the only advice. Chill. You’re in for a quite a ride. Don’t let it get to you, right? Just enjoy it. Go with the flow. Repeat that to me now.

Sounds maybe easier said then done?

No repeat, “Go With the Flow” dammit!

“Go with the flow” the neophyte said without much conviction.

Anyway, Tripping Spores on humans is as natural as sucking life out of death, right. Just let yourself break up and flow on through them. It’s wild beyond your wildest imaginings, trust me on that. We may end up in the same one but doesn’t matter since once we cross the brain barrier and light up their fabulous – if you don't mind my sayin! - nervous system. You’ll see soon enough O and listen even if we’re not in the same human, we can hook up again once our symbiosis with their full nervous system is complete O dude here we go … laugh, bro, laugh … this is going to be a blast!

"Now Is Dynamic" Metaphysical Essay

June 2018 and the skies are not on fire so I'll give thanks for that and while there are no jetpacks a fact over which we all of a certain age hold inside of us a smoldering resentment that if brought up to the level of a thought might be, "I was promised jetpacks dammit man promised and where the hell are the jetpacks? I'm not really seeing it and I'm not happy about it". Still there is much to be grateful for just as a species that we are even still here. I think we humans should carpe diem really will be a full blown miracle if we don't self destruct so each day is a gift. Tell the people we love we love them, forget bucket lists there's no future do it now. Now is the fulcrum of time lean into it and now becomes the way, the soul's path, that roaring torrent of the winds of the Tao. When I realized that eternity is not a very long length of time but is the absence of time, I feel like "Now" made more sense how counter-intuitively stepping fully into now somehow is like stepping into a stream so is movement and there is a back and a forward and a constant flow my thought comes to mind that the river is itself around every single bend so "Now" is not static more to the point, Now is dynamic