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Krishnamurti, Krishnaji or K
Since 1975 I have been reading the works of Krishnamurti, spiritual teacher and remarkable human being. Often we are surrounded by rather unusual people in our culture or the cultures of other peoples who we know nothing about. And then they die, and we die. When you read history, you muse about the life of Spinoza, for example, who did his creative work and passed on. Often unknown to the world at large, these brilliant isolates are known to a few, most likely a friend or family, and yet a hundred years later they have shaken the world with their ideas. Such was Krishnamurti.…
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I Am Planning My Escape
While Michele Bachmann and her husband, Marcus, dance for the media and he practices “reparative psychotherapy” on gays which the American Psychiatric Association has declared disreputable and of no worth and indeed, might create confusion and conflict additionally on unwilling clients; while Marcus himself sends out latent homosexual vibes himself, one can only imagine why he has devoted something of his life to this nonsense, should I say projection, displacement and inner self-contempt; and one more “while” –In a famous letter (1920s) from a mother of a homosexual asking Freud what was she do for she was at a loss, Freud wrote back…
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Much Delayed
Several weeks now since I heard I had vascular problems; several tests taken and finally the cardiologist reading the “will” to me. Apparently I can live, have lived with one artery closed with plaque, dental or otherwise, a series of mild issues with the heart, the dosage of two baby aspirins to keep my arteries clear, teetering or tottering toward diabetes unless I significantly lose weight and then there are no guarantees and the prediction that I will live a long life. I will remember these weeks, for they are the testing one experiences as one ages, the torero’s red…
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What’s Next?
On this coming Wednesday I will hear from the cardiologist about the state of my bodily affairs. I feel as if a steel door has forever shut closed behind me as I bend my head to get through the second bulkhead ahead, much like fleeing the Alien from that horror movie in which, like all classic movies of that ilk, keeps its identity unknown to the very end. I am prepared, I am preparing for the worst scenario, whatever that is, although in the previous consultation he did say some positive things — the heart is good, no swelling in the feet,…