Karma & 2010

One hour and 15 minutes away–Houston TX time is 2010 on the New York Five Points  Falling Ball.

Pronounced Twenty Ten  just like Nineteen Ten when my dad was eight years old.

Got it?

HAPPY NEW YEAR  2010.

Time to edit this. Sorry, I wrote this while consuming a fifth of excellent  Austrian Monopolowa Vodka.  Can you tell?

May the muse, the news, the blues, the chills, the thrills, the spills be with you.

Grace, Peace,  Love surround you like the ’60’s.

The alive filled with purpose and a pure heart for change of the 70’s.

The decadent hot tub innocence of the flagrant 80’s.

The money grubbing grabbing of the ’90’s

And the struggling beginning of the 2000’s birthing of all things new:::

LIKE:::::::::::::

A second, third or even fourth chance at success and the decade of the 2010’s in the newness of the new century:::::with only one new foot on the ground.

The FORCE be with you now and forever more.

In the guidance of peace, love and hope we remain::::::::::

 Dr. Paul E. Malone PhD (psychology, physics, and humanities) That would be degrees from Rice U. and UofH in “All about YOU: Mr. and Ms. Human.”

Gaylee Humbert Malone: Degree from VCU along with CPE the required three semesters from hell and the BEST part: (Teenage beginning but 42 years delayed late life love of Dr. Paul E. Malone).

Madame Genevieve Rouseleaux (my alter ego)–seer into your future with understanding and peace into your past by passing all of the ‘I shudda, coulda, woulda dones.’  I am blessed or cursed with this crazy, unexplained knowing. No names, no situations, just the essence of life as life pertains to you as you walk it.

If you never ask you will never receive.

Paul and I have lived enough of life (both separate and together) to be able to help, at least a little, long enough to get your personal FEET back on the right road for YOU.  It is all about YOU !!! So, check us out.

Ask one of us or both of us a question and we will give you an answer:  (with all the usual disclaimers and pussy footing around the law as it requires).

Can you tell that Madame Genevieve Rouseleaux (Gaylee’s alter-ego) has had a half of a 5th of New Year’s Vodka in the past 4 hours????????? My sentence structures sound like Yoda talking to Luke.

HAPPY NEW YEAR:::::::::::::2010:::::::::::::::

My BLOG:  a gift from Paul two years ago tonight is still a gift and hopefully I am spreading the gift of freedom of thought and the printed word around.

God bless us every one, Tiny Tim.  C. Dickens had it right.

I am posting the totally unedited beginning anyway…………….later

Monday, January 4th, 2010 I have recovered with enough of a clear head to begin the editing process. 

Karma & Kindness

When is kindness only pathetic passivity in disguise?  How do we know?

We all encounter this phenomena at some point in our lives.  The majority of us are taken by the absolute kindness that we have experienced in another person.  Thoughts of ease in communication and decision is a gentleness rarely experienced.

The first clue; passivity is not accompanied by action.  Passivity is the speed bump on a busy side street.  It will slow you down for sure, but then the only purpose of a speed bump is to slow the traffic down.

Kindness always contains forward motion and activity. Kindness will find a myriad of places and occasions to give forth kindness.  It has need of itself to multiply, seek out places to be kind and encourage others to enter into the arena of kindness.

Do not be taken in by passivity’s gentle willingness to pull you aside on life’s road encouraging you to stare blankly up with little or no thought into the dark bottoms of various motor vehicles.

So good luck on your next adventure.

Karma & Apathy

Apathy is a pathetic way to wade through life; not looking to the left or to the right in order to see what is going on around us. Instant news of the day only increases  our vision of surrounding events. We are given more opportunities to see past our me me attitudes and look upon our world as though we belong and are a part of every birth and every death and every orbit of the planet.  All are One.  All are the same dirt of beginnings and endings.  Calamity, adversity, mayhem, happiness, good fortune,  bad luck or good luck, war time or peace time; these have no fences or walls separating us one from the other.  We are all in the frey; common life on common ground.

View the earth and all that is there-in as an extension of The Self.  View The Self as an extension of all that is considered Other Than.  Always seek for the good in all things.  Seek peace in the midst of war, but know that we are both the war and the peace.  We are both the darkness and the light.  We are the hate and the love. We are the death and the birth, ad infinitum.

Seek Peace; Seek Contentment; Seek Gratitude; Seek Giving; Seek Hope; Seek Love; Seek these attributes and find.

Karma of the Cosmos

Do solar systems, do galaxies, does a universe have Karma?  My personal joke on the matter is usually, “Only the Shadow Knows.”

Evidently, there exists a total cosmic thought consciousness contained in a relatively invisible recently discovered magnetic field that initiates our single and combined actions and realizations utilizing the intelligence factor in the equation that simply ‘IS’ without a timeline as we on earth perceive time.

How did you like that for a paragraph/sentence?

We tap into the thought chitta and unknowingly become (for want of a better description) actively wired to a cosmic hard drive where we enter a set of programmed actions adding our new data to the program.  Our thought processes enter into the cosmic data-bank of ’The Is’.  A cord of various input and export is struck and Life takes an unexpected Cosmic Turn.

I truly believe we are in the midst of that turn and have come to a place of violent tidal thought and actions that are re-developing what we call Creation.  Some have already named this undertow The Apocalyptic Curse.

When this curse of random mayhem arises and gains strength of numbers, good begins to rise in unexpected places and ways.  Then there is a line drawn in the sand.

After my last Wordy BLOG, I am now seeking the literary skill of say more with fewer words.  How am I doing so far?

Karma & Responsibility

Your job;  My job;  Our job; Their job.  When personal responsibility left unattended enters the arena of blame, we humans generally resort to war, divorce, murder, suicide, catatonic depression, or simply vanishing without a trace.

All the above are basically mental skip outs into a dream we design.

We humans enter a place where hope and goals are no longer an option.  We see no way out but to remove ourselves from the picture, hoping some one else will fill the frame and save us from ourselves.  We see ourselves as mentally, physically, financially and spiritually bankrupt.

We have a driving need to take our selves out of the situation, even if it means removing ourselves from life itself.

What an easy cop-out this is; resulting in everyone else getting the baggage that one of us permanately refuses to carry.

What kind of Karma is THAT?  We forgot that we packed the suitcase.

There must be a better way.

There has got to be a better way to overcome the trauma of not ‘doing it’ correctly and with purpose the first time.

So, with purpose and fortitude, we persist toward the question.

But this question never gets answered once and for all for all situations.  Every time we find ourselves confronted with one of life’s unpleasantries we enter the world of ‘do over’ once again.  All the steps of rectifying and re-evaluating the situation begin with 101-A; Page-1.

It may even seem to be the same Old Ball Game, but it plays on a New Field.

We seldom get the chance to say, “Been there, done that, walk away.”

Removing ourselves from the situation and standing back to observe the scene as though watching a movie is one way of helping us understand.  But it is difficult to sit in the Director’s Chair and order the scene changed or cut.  For even that action calls into play another act of total responsibility.

Yes, it is a circle.

We humans are always someplace on the carnival ride of life making decisions on the move hoping each one is the correct one. 

Written on the eighth anniversary of my mother’s suicide:

See web page link (Gaylee’s Writings) Index: Mama never told us she was a Vyking and  Index: Smouldering Phoenix. 

Karma & Holy Days

Yesterday was the Easter Celebration.  I cleaned the mice out of the art room.

There are four open drain holes in the room making entry easy for cold mice during winter.  It seemed like a good day for cleaning out the rats. So I cleaned, scrubbed, plugged up the drain holes, Clorox-ed, Windex-ed, and rearranged all the painting supplies and moved everything that could be moved, from cabinets to sheets of loose paper and canvas.  Every drain, every corner, every drawer was exposed to the glare of sunlight’s scrutiny.

Ash Wednesday is all about moaning about everything being dust to dust.

Easter is all about starting over; resurrecting and rescuing what is worthy and re-calling it into our lives; leaving what is left to rot in Ash Wednesday’s dusty grave.

We humans have a difficult time pitching out the rats and the entrances whereby they enter our lives.  We could take care of this on Ash Wednesday, but instead we give up chocolate rather than the time and fortitude it takes to plug up rat holes.

Mice have a way of building a comfortable, easily accessible nest where they happily reproduce themselves ten fold; be it the corners of our favorite room or the corners of our life, our mind, our soul.

Yesterday, on Easter Sunday from sun-up to far past sun-down, I closed the entrances, vacuumed the nesting beds, scoured the art room and myself on the outside of me for sanitation and the inside of me for sanity.

As far as Holy Days go, in any belief system, there are set aside days where we enter a time of plain and Ordinary Days. These days have a colour all their own.  It is the colour of the daily maintenance of ourselves and all that surrounds us.  It is a time to plant and grow and become strong with who we are and what we possess and the decisions we will make.

The Ordinary Days are a time to produce that which is good in our surroundings and in ourselves.  The house is clean. The rats have no entrances.  Death is in the grave where it belongs.  Resurrection is in every breath we take and in every thing we choose to look upon or envision.

The Ordinary Days of every day life are the holiest of all days. 

Karma & Memories

Yesterday, the last minute, or twenty years ago; there is no difference in the time.

Time only exist in the memory of the mind.  The memory is not out there for anyone but the one doing the recalling.  Even if two saw the same event, experienced the same event, or enacted the same event; the two have their own interpretation of the event; each recall their personal memory; each make up what they choose to remember ‘as though it were yesterday’. 

The good outlives the bad because our memories want it that way.  For those who choose to live in a nightmare, they must re-affirm the bad moment by moment.

They must tightly grasp the negative aspects of the memory and hold tight, lest the bad fly away leaving them with a void needing to be filled.  This ever present ‘they’ is really ‘us’.  That would be ‘we’.

We must declare ownership of our misery or our happiness.  Only then are we able to dispose of or keep that what we choose.

We fear if we hold fast the terrible memory we will not slip into nostalgia; see the event in a different light, perhaps even become enlightened and understand the ludicrous aspects of what we initially believed happened.  We fear being called Pollyanna.

The bad is ever before us.  We must dig for the good.  The good is tomorrow’s gold.  The digging process is to gain a greater understanding of ourselves.  We humans moan that the same events with different circumstances happen to us over and over again.  It takes powerful strength of will to dig deep enough into ourselves to find out the why of the matter.

The discernment usually happens with us calling out to heaven.

“Why does this always happen to me?”

“Why is it always my fault?”

When we start to ask questions we are close to holding the nugget of truth.

There are statements that bring smiles to our faces that we seldom realize reside in our lives; get an attitude adjustment; don’t tell the secrets; don’t confront situations; don’t ask too many questions; don’t discuss dreams or wants.

All of the above axioms will keep us clothed in the black cape of gloom; forever shielding us from the light of happiness.  By nature, we humans seek the light. It is difficult to stay in the dark refusing enlightenment.  It takes fortitude to fold our arms over our chest and say, “that’s it; that does it; my mind is made up; it is finished, over, final.”

Nothing is ever truly over.  Nothing is totally final.  Nothing is completely finished.  The river in our lives keeps on flowing toward the sea of infinite knowledge.  Enter that sea with purpose and be one of the Ones who say “now I know even as I am known.”  We must hold the gold with kindness, for it is our very own heart. 

Karma & Gratitude

A good case of Gratitude is able to heal the effects of perceived gloom, despair, and misery.  No mater which of Life’s ditches we find ourselves digging, there remains something, some person, some situation, some hopeful desire that simply will not crawl into the hole with us.  We look up, we have to look up, for gratitude is not in the ditch with us.

No matter what the situational reason or how many different reasons for our being in the ditch, there remains only a few categories that will adequately summarize our painful, mental and physical degenerative state of affairs.

Anger: Malice: Greed: Gain: Sorrow: Pain: Deep Depression: Down Home Blues:

There may be a few you might add: just choose: one or two will generally do.

Each one comes with its own shovel custom foot fitted to assist the digging; first a scrape in the earth, then a hole, then deeper, and finally a grave just the right size.

While wallering in the the six by three, at least we are looking up at gratitude.

We begin the task of right thinking ourselves out of the ditch we dug with purpose.

Grasp just one small insignificant point of gratitude that we are able to genuinally hold and raise our thoughts out of the ditch we dug.

How to do it?  How to do it?

Start a list.  Watch it grow.  Be patient.  It takes time; but not as much time as it took to dig the six by three. 

Karma Death & Love

“I died”, he said. “Not for very long; but long enough”, he added.

I said to myself as I followed The Light to somewhere; if I get out of this, I will follow my heart back to poetry and music.  I will leave the fast rat race with dead lines created by people I would not take home to dinner.  I will leave what has done this to me and consequently did to myself.

Not long after,  she heard me on the radio telling this story.  She came to the gig next day to listen to me sing and play.  The whole two hours she stayed.  She bought my CD and waited even longer still for me to sign.

I wanted to kiss her.

I married her that moment in my heart; the heart I broke the day I died.

Now she stands beside me and sings my heart to mend.

Each day that passes, I look at her and know I would marry her again.  She walks the walk beside me; the walk that I began on the day I died, not for very long, but long enough to change me.

I go to sleep each night in peace with gratitude.  In the morning I feel her beside me, still asleep, with her hand on my heart counting each beat; as though her fingers stay awake throughout the night.  I would marry her again in a heartbeat. 

Karma & Giving

Let me be.  I am my own Karmic Circle.  These are two empty mantras.

We humans return to the stagnant self of us until we learn that we are not the center of ourselves.

We came here to this planet to give ourselves to the planet; not to take back with us, when we leave here, some trinket of knowledge, position, or state of acquired prominence:  All are tarnished trophies of some earthly measure of excellence.

That place where we humans came from is in need of nothing.  There is nothing worth taking from here back there.

We are the gift from out there given to down here.

We arrived with everything needed to survive out our allotted time. When we leave here, all that remains of us is the gift we gave to the planet and other and our used body; our chosen vehicle of delivery.

Let me get. Let me take. Let me have. Let me know.  Let me become.  These earthy valued assets mean nothing in the plan for our walk on earth.

We become the well spring of life for others, however that is received and then translated as needed into physical, mental, emotional or spiritual actualization.

In return others become our well spring; creating the substance of what we eventually call ourselves.  These transactions most often happen without our conscious knowledge.

Jesus once said, “Who touched me?”  He had given of himself and did not know where or who had received the gift.

Let me give like that.

Let me receive something of you that I might have more of me to give to others.