Golden Door Welcome

Reading for May 29, 2010

This is the third of four issues re-phrasing, paraphrasing, and revisiting  IT.  Next week the actual IT will be posted for identification. 
Comments made thus far on IT

To start with, very curiously, this exact remark was made by two different people:

"It appears to be the reader's life".

..........the others:

"The last sentence in the paragraph is uninterpretable to me."

"I think 'it' is compassion."

"I was frequently confused."

"Life? Sex? Pleasure in general?"

"Sounds like a neighborhood agreement"


"I don't know"


"I am overwhelmed with current situation."

"What do you mean?  I just don't get IT.  I mean, IT doesn't seem to make any sense.  IT is about time that something makes sense on this planet, but I just don't see IT happening.  IT truly IS a mystery."

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END OF COMMENTS

My first thoughts upon awakening this morning, and what re-confirmed the original IT as the best thing on earth at present, was pure Utopian. Heck, I wondered, how many people thought Orville and Wilbur Wright's ideas about "airplanes" were impossibilities..................so I continued imagining.
I thought of a perfect world with people healthy, happy, and enjoying each other.  Practical and mundane matters were joyful.  Challenges that produced discord were harmonized.  Property, business, food, water, energy, social structures, religion, and all became concinnous.   Then ideas about energy brought about something.
Something which glowed with conceptualization that I wanted to put into words.
The words are: pulsed parabolic frequencies.
Anyone know what that means?

hmmmmmmmmmm...........

Or .........any thoughts on inverse beam curves or sync freq locks?

.............to be continued............................

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Comin' Home

 Reading for May 23, 2010

Thanks to to all who have shared ideas about last Sunday's Offlection.


Here is Part II of To Say It Another Way 

Historical - Time - Space perspective/note:
Whatever may or may not have been the origin of our species, the story of creation, the birth of the universe, we are all here on earth now.  
Were we to engage the reality that we are all here now.....in the spirit and deed of health (something to the effect of a sense of well being spiritually, physically, mentally, in the context of both the individual and society) - for everyone, how could we do that ~~ practically, simply, and immediately?
Okay, how about this - a considerable part of humankind agrees to a plan for the implementation of something very much like the above mentioned - and makes it welcoming to people all.
Individual conscious acts of will create it.  

IT the paraphrasing of the above and has already happened.


For those who are following the quest for identifying, having, and living, etc., IT - here is a variation of the paraphrasing. 

IT: Okay, since a good portion of us here on earth,  [as individuals having engaged reality with the right and power to believe, express and act in a manner of our own choosing] have decided to get together for the best possible life, lets live it with respect and fairness to each other, being calm in the provision of sanctuary.   Additionally, let us nurture this sacred gift of health in individuals and families and share it generously in the future, as well as now.

Now, Welcoming posts and comments...........

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To Say It Another Way........

Reading for May 16, 2010


To Say It Another Way- Let's get together for the best possible life for everyone on earth. Live it with respect and fairness to each other - and let us all be calm in the provision of sanctuary. Nurture, we, health and share it generously, one and all.

And It is????............. to be continued.....[{*^^ or shall be....^^*}]


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Meet and Greet the Snakes

So it was then, in lands of the Akwapim, Akyem, Kwahu, Krobo and Guans...........that I set off to meet and greet the snakes...........or, was it in Logan Square?.................
Using the time co-ordinates of this blog site for bob ^^~^^ i.e. chronology from past to future ~~^~~ would make it Logan Square, of course..or would it?
It may~would have been then, in the Avondale neighborhood.........and probably in that great domed place of worship where I saw it underfoot and defeated.
Why was the serpent/snake chosen to represent evil on such walls that those from whom I came that ensconced soul's Ikigai/raison d'être?
Walking on marble floor, the questions began............"What is evil?"........."To Whom is What evil?"........"In how many ways do snakes manifest beneficence?" "Is this the way to One Step Further?".......................

THE END of Book One

Brain Stem Center Stage

Reading for May 9, 2010

My students, having run through the campus and into town telling everyone that Mr. Hank looked a Black Cobra in the eye, I sauntered back home, the raining tree placing a dollop of water on my face.  I reflected on the day that had given so much.  

The caw and mirror conjunctly played on brain stage. 

My memory set upon that moment of dual leakings, and I could not but laugh of awe.  Snakes and sunlight overflowing from places God and someone had gone beyond.  I recalled that moment at the base of the escarpment when I hit the brakes on the motorcycle and shot a quick picture of the leaking sky.  

I decided I would take inspiration.

View #5 is the ~ Un-Retouched ~  picture 

View #5

 But is this a leak in the sky or a leak in the camera?  In either case, I was inspired to learn about snakes from the snakes themselves.    
One point to ponder though, is that if light leaks come in parallel to the spindle whereon the film is wound (as this is, especially when the camera tilt is taken into account per seawall and structure lines) the over-exposed beam lines diverge.  In this picture, in both cases of light leak source {~* top and bottom *~} the lines converge. See view #6 for superimposed divergent beam and green axis rotation to level camera tilt orientation for bottom camera source -

View #6

View #7 is picture w arrows to show convergence where there should be divergence:

View #7

View #8 is the case if the camera light leak were to have come from the top of the camera.
View #8

So it was then, in lands of the Akwapim, Akyem, Kwahu, Krobo and Guans...........that I set off to meet and greet the snakes...........or was it in Logan Square?................. to be continued.........


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...oooh, Too Late

Reading for May 2, 2010


For the artist, scientist, nurse, teacher, artisan, child, parent, and philosopher in us , there are just times when musing: infinities, dreams, levels of consciousness, callings and the essence of our very souls - just has to get in line and wait – like everybody else's entrancement – while overriding priorities arise...................like survival.

Eyeball to Eyeball.   

We were locked into  each other........................ It was freak at first sight. 

As a child and through high school and university, every single picture of a cobra showed its head shaped like a cupped hand.  Adding to that, the Dell Golden Guide Book about Poisonous Whatstheirspecies, that I had just studied, showed cobras with a cupped-hand shaped head, most probably.  

No prior  experience (or knowledge) required..........................in an instant:  hundreds of students disappeared, inter-species communication reached a new high................and I dropped the snake back into
the drum, wedged the cover back in place, and was on my way, bounding to find the students - any student, to continue my lecture on snakes.   I wanted to tell them what I had picked up on......that,  I had simply confused a harmless, non-poisonous snake with one of the world's most deadly.  

But................it was too late.

My students had run through the campus and into town telling everyone that Mr. Hank looked a Black Cobra in the eye.

The tale took, and remained.  One day, several years after I had completed my service, I received a fabulous jolt of nostalgia with a letter traced from Ghana to Canada, to England, to The United States, to a friend of a friend of a friend.  During a cab ride in Accra, Ghana's capital city, the driver discovered that the passenger was an American. Immediately, the taxi-driver whipped out one of the many copies of the passport pictures we Peace Corps teachers had given our students.  It was my photo, and along with it was the excited query......you know Snakeman?
Hal Vick, one of the people I worked with in Portland Oregon ~ almost a decade later ~ was urged by another colleague to ask me about the Cobra story. His query was amusing. In the old Wilcox Women's Hospital - breaking a few minutes from his studying for Board Certification as an OB/GYN - I heard: "Henry, how do you look a Black Cobra in the eye,  accidentally?"

to be continued...............

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Then......Our Eyes Met...........

Reading for April 25, 2010


...............festive singing of my family name: Karwowski........the wow was melodiously lifted to song for several seconds.   As it hung in the air, my students charged it pure joy. It was this gleeful electricity into which I entered.................completely unaware how close I was to what had killed many before me.

I led the way with élan , yet followed ^~~^ captured......... and.... enclouded ~~^~^ ......  

Two worlds had reached collision speed and were about to vie for a spot in the universe that would allow but one - the contest was seconds away, as I stood in front of the fifty gallon oil drum.  The great black metal cylinder then became crowned, with a semi-circle of  the entire student body.

Upon the top of the drum was a single sheet of loose-leaf paper.

The opening move in prime forested  combat-drama had been made.   Socio-cultural mind sets jostled for position on the multi-dimensional stage as potent neuro toxins seethed, conditioned behavior urged pause, insouciant naivete' blasted forward, and the ridiculous ridiculorum called for a quorum.

The four words on the loose leaf paper read:..................

............... SNAKE FOR MR HANK

The clash was of epic proportions.

The students'  life-or-death training for instantaneous response, at bay while the drum's cover was securely wedged shut, vaporized with my my casual pull-toss of the protective top.  Incalculable ignorance stoking flaming illusions of invincibility, I jack-knifed the upper half of my body right into the drum.    With the weight of my brain helping propel my skull towards the serpent, I said in a loud voice: "....oh. its a back-fanged tree snake....".   I thus continued the discourse as knowledge welled up from  my recent studies at the Guide..............."it is non-poisonous, and uses a sawing  motion with its head to cut through its prey....".  My discourse finished, I lifted myself and the reptile out of the barrel to witness what remained after the big one had been dropped.  .................everything gone................total annihilation.
I was shocked to see nothing.... not one student was in sight.........yet, that nothing was less than nothing compared to what happened next.


Our eyes met.  

We were locked into  each other.  It was freak at first sight.  Well shit, every image I ever saw, without exception, had the cobra pictured with it hood extended.  Nonetheless, the creature with whom I was locked in gaze with, popped a hood from the side of it neck.  So whether it was a King Cobra, Black Cobra, or Egyptian Cobra ~~~^^~~~ didn't matter *#%#$!*^ ..... the fact was:  it was not a harmless back fanged tree snake, but a friggin' Cobra...................and............

to be continued...............

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