Lots of things are tearing me away from contemplation. The sirens are
getting to me and so does the variety of toxic shows of Sounds and
Light. God in pain by Zizek is one i heard about and wish to
contemplate in my humanity but not I have not read it. For now the
**Treatise on the joys and hardships of transformation** (by an
obscure chassidic rebbe whose name I forget right now) keeps me on
my toes in an attempt to reach a more transcendent state of being in
the midst of the bloody storm. Being on my toes, when I fall, tI tend
to fall so hard, its's a drag.The treatise on transformation
complements the chassidic roadmap the 5th Lubavitcher Rebbe, his
memory is quite a blessing, transmitted to his scribe. Talking about
rebbes, known and unknown I wish I still had in my possessions some of
the the Writings of the Mother, you might know her. She wrote about
the suffering she had to endure in the very cellular structure of her
being, to bring out into the light what she knew to be true.
Enjoying one's memories of music against the backdrop of a world in
motion as parts of it are spinning out of control sounds like an
enjoyable activity. Holding on to the memories of the past is not a
bad way to go, particularly during stressful times, *Good memories*
are a treasure of uplifting frequencies, a good foundational base for
those ghosts of electricity Dylan mentions.
Just Walkin', I hope you rest , while surrounded by such interesting
works and characters. Slowing down feels to me to be part of the magic
of life. I wonder what you and some of our readers feel about this
statement. It's so hard to let go, to be in the world but not of it.
Or maybe it's the other way around: to be of the world but not in it.
Yes, I think that's it : to be of the world but not in it.