Today is my Unbirthday, all day long, that I may extend into tomorrow and who knows? The future is wide open and waiting to be lived. Today I celebrate me and the gift of living, and it’s so good to be alive.
Each morning about 4:30 my cat gently climbs up onto my bed and snuggles up against my back. Where she got that habit from, I don’t know, as I took her in as a refugee from the animal shelter. They said she was a feral cat but I could see she never was, she just didn’t have a good home or a good life. Now she does and she shows her appreciation for being appreciated.
By 5:30 to 6:30 I’m up and about, the time depending on when I get up, simple as that. Life is good. By 6:30 it’s just barely beginning to get light, and that’s by Pacific Standard Time. I never did set my clocks back to Daylight Stupid Time, why bother? They’ll all agree with everyone else’s clocks again before too long. One of these days the sun will be higher overhead again and I’ll be back to getting up at 5 to 5:30 again and getting the most of the morning, because by noon it will start to be too hot to be out in the sun.
Each day I hike the hill behind my home. It’s steep and rugged and covered in all manner of trees and brush, and yesterday morning I found a reason to not do that hike. It rained that morning and by the time I returned home, the soles of my shoes needed to be relieved of a few pounds of sticky mud about three times during my hike. Rainy days are days off now.
Life can be rough even if we don’t try to make it so. I have a lot of spinal degeneration in my back and neck from the ruptured discs, which mostly were caused by my hang-glider accident, although a few other falls didn’t help much either. Years ago my doctor sent me out for x-rays, and the verdict was that an operation had a 50% chance of leaving me paralyzed for life. He advised against it, but he didn’t need to. I opted to live with the pain, and it was a good choice. Since then I’ve built four houses, lots of outbuildings, rebuilt three houses, travelled all over the United States and the world, done so very many things that I could never have done from a wheelchair.
The thing about pain is, you get used to it, it fades into the background, you can ignore it entirely and live pain-free even though it’s there. Because it doesn’t matter. What matters is making the decision to focus on the joy of living instead of the sorrow of pain, and I choose joy.
I have other physical defects caused by the act of living. My left lung is partially collapsed and has been that way for nearly fifty years. Both lungs are terribly scarred as well from bouts of pneumonia, industrial pollution, smoking and asbestosis. Old age hasn’t brought any improvements to the situation, either, and I could dwell on that stuff and complain about my aches and pains, and no doubt some people will be sooo sympathetic and commiserate with me about it all, and share tales of their own splints, casts and groans of agony. That’s because some people never learned to be grateful for the wonderful gift of life.
Today I celebrate my life. Who do I thank for it? I have no religion, no set of Holy Rules set down by Sacred Priests who dictate How I Should Live while they don’t. I never did suck up superstition, which is another wonderful gift that living has given me, because I came to experience the reality of Something that ignorant people only believe in and worship and make up songs and sermons about and pretty stained glass windows, and make wars over, and kill each other over, and cut off hands and heads and feet over. And a lot worse. I never would have found out, if I was a superstitious, believer type like my parents.
What a lucky person I am! To still have strong life within me while so many I knew have spent their energies and are gone. When my turn comes, it will be with gratitude for having ever been here at all, gratitude to Life for it’s gift. I’ve stood at the end of a rainbow and been surrounded by brilliant color, something only a few of us on the planet have ever experienced because according to all the rules, it’s impossible. I became a student of Zen Buddhism and experienced deep satori, and saw the Oneness of all things.
I’ve been to the depths of despair and pain and risen to the heights of exhiliaration and triumph, and found the center in between.
My life is a celebration of life. Yours should be too. Complaining about the hardships and miseries that we all share does not elevate you. It doesn’t bring you any joy, any happiness, any peace of mind. What it brings you is other people full of sadness, hate and despair. It brings you whiners who might make you feel worse than you did unless some of them are so much worse than you that you feel something positive in the comparison.
One of the things I learned from that Zen enlightenment is that we live in two worlds simultaneously and both are real even though neither is. The truth of Unity is seen only by a few, while the deception of Duality is practiced as reality by all of us. I practice it, after all, how would I communicate with others if I didn’t agree that this is good and that is bad, that the one is up while the other is down, and there are different degrees of better and worse?
When the truth is that none of that is true. There is no good or bad, up or down, black or white, better or worse. Those are all creations of thought. Without thought, everything is the same. The Universe doesn’t think. Trees don’t think, rocks don’t think, a glass of water doesn’t think and what people call God doesn’t think. We think, and our thoughts shape our reality to suit us, which is why everyone’s reality is different from everyone else’s.
Living in both worlds at the same time was a challenge that’s taken me a lifetime and it’s sure had it’s ups and downs. Or should I say it’s Bads and Goods. See what I mean?
Celebrate your life. Every day is your Unbirthday, give yourself a gift today, be glad to no one that you live, just be glad, that’s all. Do it every day, and you’ll gift yourself with humility, happiness and get closer to your center each time. Every day is your Unbirthday, celebrate it.


Your Leader. Here I am, eating grass. Pretty good grass. Do you like my ear tag? I wonder what it's for.
A Little Respect?
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008The homosexual crowd is still pushing as hard as ever for “equal rights”, and what they actually mean by that is equal acceptance on a social level. It’s not as if they were held down by reason of their race, something that’s common to humanity virtually everywhere.
Homosexuals have been an abused minority not because of their skin color but because of their behavior, and that’s a whole different game. It is reasonable for normal people to be repelled by aberrant behavior.
People who wear clothing unusual to the norm, or go around naked or nearly so in a well-covered society, people who babble strange things or habitually laugh at inappropriate times, and so on, are repelled by their societies for their strangeness. Humans have a need to have a comfortable norm, to establish acceptable levels of behavior simply because we need to know what to reasonably expect from the people around us, and when some of us go off on a tangent, we push them away from the majority of us.
All societies have certain sexual mores as the most basic part of their foundations, and very few societies are accepting of homosexuality unless those societies are composed primarily of homosexuals, such as the Catholic Church or the city of San Francisco.
This is reasonable human behavior. Now we have homosexuals pressing to be included within the acceptable norm of our society, which is based on monagomous heterosexual relationships, and demanding that our institution of marriage and it’s attendant rights, duties and privileges be extended to them.
Long before religions tried to dominate and enforce the legalities and rituals of marriage, long before there were religions beyond the level of witch doctors, marriages between men and women were recognized and a ritual was performed to give recognition to the bond. The purpose then was the same as now, to tell the world that these two people were now paired and their children would be raised and protected by them.
Marriage was for the recognition of new families and for the protection of children. It still is. All societies today want to know the parentage of children, who is responsible for the birthing and fathering of the children, who is responsible for the caring of the children. Marriage establishes the parentage of children. Marriage is all about knowing who a child is and the protection of that child.
Homosexuals do not have children by their uniions, so through the legality of marriage according to our democratic laws, they would have the right to adopt children, which could then be raised, and certainly would be raised, to have the same aberrant sexual views as their adoptive parents. They want to raise children totally outside of a normal environment regardless of the harm that it would bring to children, to their mental stability as well as exposure to diseases such as AIDS.
Any normal person who has ever gone to a homosexual bar has seen enough to know that homosexual behavior isn’t something they want to engage in and certainly not something they want their children engaging in. Homosexuals see things differently and think differently. They have entirely different emotional reactions than normal people which seem both inappropriate and excessive. They over-react emotionally, often deliberately so, simply to outdo their homosexual friends. To most homosexuals, emotions are far more valid than logic and common sense and they act on their emotions accordingly.
Since they’re repressed from doing this in normal society, they end up living two lives, so to speak, which is extremely stressful for them. This is why the movement to come out of the closet arose and why they form their own communities, so they can act in ways that to them are normal but that repel and disgust the rest of us.
In spite of the revulsion of society toward them, we have responded democratically by enacting laws to protect them from assault and discrimination due to their “sexual orientation”, ie, their homosexuality. They asked for and were granted mutual respect within our communities and workplaces.
But that’s not enough. In their gushing emotional insanity they think that paired emotional and sexual bonds between them should be accepted by us just the same as if it were normal couples who were getting married and having children. They want their intrusion and takeover of heterosexual society to be complete, they want to take everything from us and give us back nothing. It doesn’t matter to them at all that our religions can’t and won’t recognize marriages between two men or two women because they can’t produce offspring. It doesn’t matter to them at all that they’re trying to crush the traditions of our society into the dirt. All that matters to them is their dithering emotional excesses. Oh I must have it, oh I must, oh I must.
This is about respect and if the homosexuals don’t have the good sense God gave most of us, to respect the traditions of others and not go where we don’t belong, then we have to respect our values and traditions ourselves and say NO to these men in lipstick and leotards and women in Levi’s and steel toed boots. A line has to be drawn and not crossed over and that line is the sanctity of marriage, for the sake of our children, our religions and our society.
Posted in Commentary, Herd Instinct | 2 Comments »