Maybe Tomorrow

Jack, “Man that was a trip now.  I know, I know you like it when I let you know that we are jumping like that but sometimes it just happens to quickly and it’s just follow me or stay behind.

I miss trippin sometimes, you know.  I miss getting really high and feeling like an intricate part of the vast and beautiful universe.  It’s the trip that brings us to the complete understanding of consciousness.  It’s the consciousness that brings us to the trip.  Groovy man.

What did you say, Ha!  Bite me.  i don’t see you staying behind.  You are right there every time when we go off on our adventures.  Our adventures are what keeps us young and alive.  Everyone should get high at least once and I don’t mean some wus buzz, no everyone should watch the walls melt and the world open it’s doors and let you in.”

It was Thursday and Jack was headed to the market.  Going Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday to the market right now didn’t make the gulag seem so terrible.  The only problem was that the slightest thing being changed in the schedule at the gulag could alter Jack being able to leave to go to the market.  Of course Jack was pretty adamant about the fact that he was going and that it was his business, his livelihood and messing with it was messing with Jack and not in a good way.

I keep to myself at the market and let Jack shine, which he does most of the time.  It’s not a place where he needs my attention.  He knows what he’s doing there.

The reasons for this endeavor in Jack’s life being the most successful thing he has ever done is absolutely a mystery. Maybe it has to do with the changes that Jack has gone through but I don’t really think that is all that is going on here.  Jack is just comfortable in this type of environment  He is comfortable around most of the people and even the ones that can cause him distraction sometimes are just as entertaining at other times.

It was one of those days where Jack was wound up and carrying on about the gulag and the people at the gulag, (remember?  The nursing home).  

“You know, the gulag is a necessary evil for those old and broken and for those who have been abandoned by their family and so called loved ones.  I think those are the ones that will pay the harshest payment when this is all over.  You don’t give up on each other.  You just can’t do it and still be considered a human being.

Of course the gulag is also designed to accommodate people like me.  Those who have an extended recovery time or need to be on IV antibiotics or really just an extended observed stay which should not be the burden of a hospital.  The gulag is a perfect place to put someone like me and make me face every day for a long enough period of time, three months, that the reality of just how fiercely insane my life has been will catch up and has caught up with me.  There are others in there that you can tell by the way they walk, or can’t walk, and by the way they slur their speech that they also lived the ravages of a self-destructive life.

Of course there comes the time like it is right now.  I know it’s time to go but the system takes for fucking ever to get housing together and all the other benefits of being permanently disabled.  I also know that this is a time of testing, a time of real karmic interaction.  I need to let this process take whatever direction and time is necessary to allow for  a great beginning to a new path of life.

The one thing that I believe I have done for my market and the customers and vendors that are here every weekend is that I have brought a more peaceful, gentler approach to life to these individual’s.   The way I accomplished this was to get the hell out of the way and let a couple very positive energies take place and take over and it all became a wonderfully natural process.  To achieve peace is to get out of the way.  Peace is a natural process and it only took this old hippy his entire life, so far to figure this out.

This market is a haven for the weird and strange.  We are a gathering of very different personalities that range from the confused survivalist, to the gun toting Obama hating racists, to the middle of the road sales person who is just trying to make a living to the far left liberal, peaceful, loving and fun loving hippies and wannabes who are just trying to make love not war.

The nursing home has been a temporary stay for me to slow down, to take it a little easier and to finally get a grip on what is really going right and what is really going wrong and come to grips with both of these aspects.

I guess I feel that anyone who thinks my attitude is dark, dismal and depressing isn’t paying attention here.  I was an arrogant man that needed to be humbled and that has happened.  Now all I can say is “ya better pay attention cause things are going to start happening real fast”.

A new lease on life really does wonders for your sex drive.

Jack came back to the real world and realized that he had been drifting through his own dialogue for a really long time now, even as the world continued on its way with no one noticing a difference, change or irregularity.

laughter that is only there to mask the misery that is really felt.  Laughter that is used as a narcotic to kill the pain tf the reality of one’s life is a heartbreaking misuse of something as beautiful as the feeling that comes with genuine laughter.

I always hear so many people say to Jack, “SMILE”!  Smiling like laughter is only pure when it isn’t thought about beforehand.  A smile turns to a chuckle to a laugh and the fresh air that has entered the body and is allowed to flow through all the avenues of the living process is the greatest high in the world.

Unfortunately we all talk too much and laugh to much and worry about Jack who isn’t smiling as much as we feel he should be.  The truth is that nothing is more offensive than the painted on smile that is used to show the fabricated laugh that is there to dillude the carrier and the receiver into a false sense of joy.  

Joy can be felt it’s deepest when tears are running down our cheeks, when there is a frown on our faces, when we seem to be contemplative and adrift.  Joy can be there allowing the sensation to be pure and real as the vessel will also be going through whatever transformation takes place.

I’ve been around Jack longer than anyone else and I feel an amazing amount of pure joy and energy flowing from his pores and those who are willing to receive this subtle gift will find themselves hooked after just one toke, so breath deep and let the energy enter, the the consciousness expand and let the enlightenment transform.

cool peace

hippy mike

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