Celebrating personal discordia and spiritual anarchy.

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"Anarchy is not intended to be sustainable. It is not a system of government, a codified list of rules and beliefs, or a mind set geared toward cultural constructivism. It is a spark, a flash, a small flame that ignites a paradigm-obliterating explosion. It is destructive by nature. It lies dormant and, like diesel fuel, can only be ignited by tremendous pressure. It deconstructs. It strips flesh from bone and grinds bone to dust. It is doomed to consumption in the conflagration instigated by its own primal spark. It is a catalyst. It is tinder. It is powder and fuse."

Rich Oliver

Zen For Now

I am in a strange place right now. Torn between internal wishes and external circumstance. I am still. Not paralyzed, but perfectly still inside. I am calm. I am assured that the outcome of this present path is exactly what it is supposed to be. I am where I am supposed to be, doing exactly the right things at the precise time and place. All is as it should be. I release all attachment to outcome and step into the void. Let everything unfold according to the highest good. It is out of my hands now. I will accept it as it comes without judgment and without expectation.

I'm trusting you God. Please don't punk me.

PS: I release all attachment to the possibility that being punked by God is a very real probability. I still expect, without really expecting, that my happiness figures in the equation somewhere, even if punking is a nasty, but necessary, prerequisite.

You're totally gonna punk me, aren't you...

I'm just sayin... if this is one of those tease-the-cat-with-the-laser-in-order-to-lure-him-into-the-car-for-a-neutering-at-the-vet type of things...