Droning Away on a Didgeridoo While the World Depairs

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I really don't feel like slogging through tons of posts to make

replies to just a few of them, so here's my one response to the

eleven or so that I felt were worthy of my attention.

 

Oooh. That " worthy " remark above could bring me some trouble.

Hmmm. Oh well. Admittedly, I can sometimes behave like an ass with

an ego. Larry Epston seems to think so and has no problem telling

me in private e-mail messages. Lol. (By the way Larry, you can be

such an asshole, too, sometimes.) I still like him though, hehe.

(Also, Larry, if you ever feel the need to vent and do some name-

calling in the future, be advised that we're all adults here who can

appreciate a good laugh. So please feel free to say what you feel

here openly and honestly rather than doing so by means of private e-

mails, okay? Share it with the rest of us.)

 

Anyway, on to more important things, relatively speaking.

 

Phil, you mentioned something about how peaceful and quiet it was at

the Abyss before I started bringing in the drums and mugwort. I'm

sorry but I like to live by the old pagan philosophy that the Bible

seems to condemn: " Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may

die. " It's an old habit and old habits die hard. Party 'til 'ya

drop dead, I say. We're all gonna' die anyway.

 

It's all fine and dandy to say that but, really, in the back of my

mind, way back there somewhere, I know I'm not really going to die.

I will merely shed my ego with its body. Even the 'I' in the

previous sentence will disappear. Nothing will remain but the

Truth -- however it is described.

 

A so-called " enlightened " person once said that he was dead

already. So I stabbed him in the heart just to make sure. Hehe.

 

That wasn't nice of me.

 

Okay, change of subject. Again.

 

Djembe drums are great to bang on but after a while the hands can

get pretty bruised up. What I'm saying is that there needs to be a

balance. After a few hours of playing I like to spend some time

just sitting peacefully and quietly with my feet dangling over the

edge of the Abyss. (A little wreckless, indeed. Phil seems to like

it, too.) Peering into the pit of oblivion seems to do wonders for

the brooding soul when it starts to wallow in self-pity.

 

I have an idea. Let me play my didgeridoo for 'ya. It's a

wonderful instrument that has the power of awakening something

inside, something ancient and primal. The droning resonates within

one's very bone-marrow and stimulates the CNS. It's beautiful.

 

My girlfriend wants to get some Tibetan Singing Bowls. Their effect

is tantalizing.

 

Larry Epston plays the Sitar, is that correct? Now there's a

wonderful-sounding instrument.

 

Jaw Harps are really cool to play, too. They sound great with

Throat Singing, particularly of the Tuvan genre.

 

I find that I'm getting bored with reading books now. I went to the

book store intending to find and buy a book about Non-Duality.

There were a few but I didn't buy any. Instead, I ended up walking

out of the store with two ornamental elephants that I found on

display there. Lol. Very strange. That was the very first time I

have ever gone to a book store and walked away without a book.

Weird. I have no desire to read anymore. I'm not sure I can

explain why.

 

What a wonderful world we live in. Full of Life and Suffering and

Love and Laughter and Sorrow and Pain and...it's relatively

delicious!

 

Drink it in!

 

" Silver "