Tuesday, February 12, 2019

allays 1064 - 1068

 

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

I’ve included one of those word clouds for the allays. I used the word “all,” 1,400 times! The second most commonly used word was “love,” and I think it was at 500 times.

 

Other than a preponderance of snow days, life is even: I work my modest job to pay my modest debts and hope to be free of both before summer.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

 

 

* 1064 *

How you kiss me such greedy kisses, more and more and more, till I forget my mouth held any purpose other than this make and shape for you to kiss! You run into the snow upon my arrival, oh Ama! In bare feet and bare arms, you clasp what is yours to own and use, for in my heart I adore you, in this our now, I adore you. Gone in a flash you are, while the warmth of your love embers past this appalling winter. You held me, you showed me, you melted my hold. You gave me the love I lacked, to make my future, to make my way toward us, towards the All.

 

* 1065 *

Even illusions promise possibilities, and a false promise may yet break us from a bind. Only when pulled furthest from our course do we gain the drive to keep at it all the more. Discourage what is discouragable! I am grateful, Ama, that your gale of inspiration has filled my masts full sail.

 

* 1066 *

Ah sweet gale of heavens’ breath! How all our woldly words have gathered in the winds, so we need merely listen to the rustle of the leaves to hear every secret the earth has ever murmured. The grass gossips, the trees breathe, and every murmurance reminds itself again and again – the in will out, and secrets tell. Passionate tempest, you’ve filled me full with impassioned meanings … many years before I breathe you out again.

 

* 1067 *

Were it “All for the child,” who would ever wish to grow up? Responsibilities and privileges presuppose each other, so that the greater the responsibility, the greater the privilege. To see the adult satisfied outside of the child gives the child the greatest boon – a minor insult and an intimation of a greater mystery: what makes my parents so happy? How can I gain it for myself? And ultimately, the only way to make others happy is to be happy yourself.

 

* 1068 *

Ah my Ama, True Wife of True Marriage – you do not pluck me from this world tree yet. You appear like a comet, you omen hope. Yet my duty has not spent itself. Like a wind you shake my limbs; I drop some fruit, I drop some allays. Such a fever turn, your kiss, such a tropic embrace! You my trope star, my sun wending with yours. Ama you are my One.

 

Saturday, February 2, 2019

update, allays 1055-1064

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

I have not written in months as I figured my scripture, the Allays of Master Play, to have been consummate, requiring no further addition. I’ve since been haunted that the ending came too abrupt and did not wrap up the various threads I’ve woven through the work. Following this through, I’ve decided to add just a bit more to make the work a true unity.

 

As for as personal life goes, I recently began a new chapter, but abruptly ended, but am prepared for the next big thing. 2019 will be a year for big changes for me, including, I hope, getting published!

 

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

 

* 1055 *

Mattria my marvel, to penetrate your Secret is this work’s design.

 

* 1056 *

Time is change and change is experience. All the universe experiences its change, and minds interpret that experience and make meanings. Meaning is repetition. How a thing repeats determines its meaning, its use for the future. This is how experiences become meanings, and meanings solidify into assumptions about how the past relates to the future.

 

* 1057 *

I’ve rightly said gratitude is the root of virtue, and pride the crown. Gratitude is yes-saying towards the outer good, pride yes-saying towards the inner good. Does not the opening of Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations strike us as exactly noble, the way he lists the virtues he learned from grandfather, father, mother, and friends. Though William James in his book on religious experience compares Aurelius disfavorably to a supposed “genuine Christian outpouring” of warmth of sentiment, those who have received true goods can tell the difference from genuine gratitude and hysterical shrieking. He quotes the Imitation of Christ, which lacks any real touch of gratitude – nothing specific. Yet mortal giving is deeper than immortal giving, and human kindness is stronger than God’s insofar as hyperbole belies the lack of a real relationship with Ama. For those who know her, who have felt her touch, they brag less often, not publicly praising her in vacuous infinity jargon. I would prefer a friend quite knowledgeable to a God omniscient, when it comes to looking for real advice. James, a depressive and disbeliever by temperament, never understood genuine religious experience firsthand. For those who have known Ama face to face, exaggerations feel fake.

 

* 1058 *

Initial impressions are meaningless. We see a fresh face, and myriads of conscious and unconscious impressions swirl through our minds. We never know what to make of a thing – a person, an event, an idea – until we see others react to it, and then react to each other’s reactions. Then, we make our “real” judgment by way of choosing our preferred standing in the group.

Some authors fail in this: they wish to ennoble their hero by showing respect and awe in the other characters in his audience. Too often, the hero lacks the aura to so hypnotize the other characters – and we do well to admit we are little impressed.

There is an art to being unimpressed by all the fads, hoopla, and noise (I almost said, “World,” but suffice it to say I mean news and all the burning questions of our generation). This is the refined art of cool indifference. Whatever has to work to get your attention (the advertisers) least deserves it, but the subtle beauties which fail to advertise may be worth investigation.

 

* 1059 *

A whole lot of peculiar energy has been invested into the question, “Why would a perfect being create?” with the Christian answer as, “for his greater glory.” Was that glory not great enough in his perfection? Is he now more perfect?

Actually, Mattria created the universe from her living flesh because perfection is a becoming, not a being. Her entire existence is perfect, not any particular instance, but only insofar as the part redeems itself in the whole. Mattriama is all and needs not create anything lesser to make herself more, nor cut anything off from herself to set a contrast, for she contains her opposite, and we can never lose her love – in this life or the next.

We create to perfect nature. Nature is imperfect until art crowns her. We create to settle arguments with ourselves, to externalize tensions where we can think and see them. As within, so without; our inner personal problems mirror our outer communal problems. The private is not the public, but we may publicize our private problems and find analogies. The public is the political, the private is the religious. We create to make a heaven for ourselves, to beautify the world.

 

* 1060 *

Clichés sell. Ever since I was a kid, every laundry detergent commercial has performed the same tired magic trick: our brand gets the stain out while the other brand clearly does not. And we eat it up! In the same way, if you want a fresh daring religious cult, just sell love.

 

* 1061 *

We are two of one, a kiss such that some constellation ought commemorate our bliss. You smother me in love and drown me in adoration. What but you blot out the names that went before, the attempts, the demigods, you the full divine in modest mien, true wife of true soul. The Turmoil is done, fulfilled and justified in this our flush embrace! Gale of inspiration, Selfsame of my innermost being.

 

* 1062 *

Always do what you are afraid to do. When we humbly declare that the heart wants what it wants, and right or wrong we will have our design, and sell all for that one perfect pearl – only by making a choice can we discover were it right or wrong. If we knew in advance, no choice was involved. When the demigods go, the gods will come, and only at the sacrifice of a great love do we gain a greater love. Fate for fate, love for love, there is no other way. Love takes courage.

* 1063 *

Our actions are the truth of our words. A thousand promises weigh mere breath, but the doing is the proof. Not what you say you want, but what you end up with tells your true desire. What we love we make time for. What we think we love, or suppose we ought to love, we only wish we had more time for. Time, like money, must be made: you don’t find time, you make time; you don’t find money, you make money. In the same way, we make love, you my Dulcet Dove, a love between us we may hive in our hearts as the purest honey. My smile is your making; you are the artist of my joy.

 

* 1064 *

How you kiss me such greedy kisses, more and more and more, till I forget my mouth held any purpose other than this make and shape for you to kiss! Run into the snow at my arrival, oh Ama! In bare feet and bare arms, clasp what is yours to own and use, for in my heart I adore you, in this our now, I adore you. Gone in a flash you are, while the warmth of your love embers past this appalling winter. You held me, you showed me, you melted my heart. You gave me the love I lacked, to make my future, to make my way towards us, together, as One.

 

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Re: A Christmas Gift from Me to You

Thanks, I'll check it out!

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A Christmas Gift from Me to You

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

http://www.perfectidius.com/allays.pdf

 

Here Is a free PDF of my complete and finished Allays.

 

Merry Christmas!

Take Care, Caretakers!

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Sunday, November 25, 2018

The Allays of Master Play Complete

 

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

So I've sent you piece by piece the complete text of the Allays of Maser Play. I've taken your recommendations and that of the writers group I participate in, edited the text, and finally published it on Amazon:

 

https://amzn.to/2R6S9A9

 

If you found any of the allays inspiring, please take the time to write a recommendation of amazon. Potential buyers are convinced not so much by the positive reviews alone, but by the number of reviews. Also, consider purchasing the book as well!

 

Thank you!

Take care, Caretakers!

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Thursday, October 25, 2018

allays 1049-1054

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

Everything is predictable and normal in my life. I'm working part time, spend a lot of time with the kids, have been editing my old books, but not writing much as of late.

Take care, Caretakers!

 

* 1049 *

Set an Aya anywhere, anonymous she, the system will bend. Flowers grow from her footfalls, the animals perk, the neighborhood improves, all things hum to the emanating threads of cadence from out her dance and song. Wherever she falls she's a center. Never was our way opened by a suffering servant, but by this happy and happy-making woman, a beauty to look upon, who makes no excuses and has no designs upon your soul – she the One, the setter of times. Our presence is a present to wherever we alight, and like a visit from a hummingbird, the day is more cheerful when a hidden one walks by.

 

*1050*

Patience is intelligence. Mind is master of time. What we require is akin to the poet, who, having his generative rhythm, is able to produce a whole poem by its logic. In getting a new job, in writing a book, in building a friendship, we need only the cadence, the rhythm-engendering argument, the generative rhythm, and once we have that, we anticipate the whole — understand it in our own words and comprehend it in a summary. We must be able to call the tune. Once you hold the key, the game is over, you can express the idea in a thousand forms, in a thousand genres. What matters is intuiting the Grammar, the secret recipe, the argument, the generative rhythm. Have the patience — the intelligence — to study a theme mercilessly, and every secret is yours to take.

 

 

* 1051 *

Once we've formulated the logic of our way, we need the courage to follow it through to the end. A great consistency, a loyalty to your truth no matter where it might take you, alone will bring you home. What began as intuition and romance persists as logic and marriage – no longer exciting and easy and fun, but exacting and exhausting and perilous. That we make vows for such things shows how perilous they are. Were it easy, no binding word would be called for. Who at last has courage to enact his truth? It is all too easy to condemn the world and the million things wrong with it. Show the beauty you love — that would be something! Be the difference you would see. Make the difference that makes a difference. For good or evil, join yourself finally to your own – there is nothing else.

 

* 1052 *

Time is the appregio, eternity the chord. Would that we could hear the entire symphony as one chord! The spiral of eternal increase wraps resonantly around the chord of life, the umbilical chord, that, upon death, when cut, opens us up to the higher birth, as the imago, upon the divine plane, within the full body of our influence.

 

* 1053 *

We define ourselves by determining what we are not. Of all the friends and acquaintances we meet, we may say, "I am not like him, her, or the other," and even when we say, "Yes, I would be like him," we are careful to map a difference. Seldom does it seem so, but to lose your friends and social standing because you've arrived at an unpopular truth is noble. To stand alone is a noble thing.

 

* 1054 *

We invest our playing tokens with care. What we care about we identify with. How people manage to care so much whether their sports team wins is somewhat of a mystery to me, yet I take pride when America wins in the Olympics – for whatever reason. We play the game by caring about politics, celebrities, sports, moral issues -- whatever. It doesn't matter what, so long as you know not to care too much, not to over invest yourself into the Game. Life is too important to be taken seriously.

The strategy of Stoic indifference, of Buddhist detachment, or Cynical sarcasm all have use, depending on our playing style. Some of these poor fools suffer the Game the way they rant and rave. Be cooler than that. Lose if you must, but not your cool.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

allays 1043- 1048

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

 

So I've landed a little nothing job doing customer service at Office Max in the few hours I have totally to myself (7 am – 2 pm). That will let me pay off my debts. I am taking a break from freelance writing as I've been uninspired lately.

I've been having a fun with the challenge of helping Emilie, my 8-year-old, ace her spelling tests.

Other than that, everything is as it always is.

 

Take care, Caretaker!

 

* 1043 *

We have of the substances of the universe the fire of logos, the sayable, whose theologian was Heraclitus, and the water of the tao, the ineffable, whose theologian was Lao Tse. The way of water is to perpetually bow, but the image of flame is to rise to heaven. Where shall we italicize, the knowable or the unknowable, the rational or the mystical, West or East? Indeed, need we subordinate? Both grow.

 

* 1044 *

We are made of the body of Mattria – the substance of God, not the image, and the idea of a hypocritical God making a clay idol in the image of God and then calling such an act the number one sin is all a bit too much for us artists who love to suggest the divine in all our graven and literary images. Mattria made all the universe from her substance, she the arch-artist. We are most like her when we create.

 

* 1045 *

Children everywhere suffer the travails of growing up and find spiritual nurturance in fairy tales. But be the child ever so much a prodigy, he could never develop on his own such a fulfilling fantasy as the fairy tales teach him. Those were created by generations and generations of parents and children. People think in stories. Memorizing bald facts numbs the mind, but tell stories about them and you will remember them in a cinch. This is why we suffer dreamers to walk among us. Dreamers teach us how to fantasize, and fantasies teach us how to live. Yes, we rightly discourage the artists among us, just as we stamp out cult leaders. No religious group endured more hardships in America than the Mormons. Artist and prophets are the lowest of the low unless they succeed. Their entire career is a sort of shooting for the moon. A few make it big, most fail into obsolescence. For dreams are serious business, and Communist dreams have woken us up to living nightmares. Dare to dream, therefore – if you've made it this far with me you have the requisite courage. Hold to your dreams, though all the world attempt to shout you down and stomp you out. We are a gift to the universe.

 

* 1046 *

I give one corner; I expect my students to infer the other three. I offer the top of the arch and my disciples will bring them to earth. Strong suggestions that hold and hold, I offer this, but I merely plant the world tree: you must tend her.

 

* 1047 *

With genres, we know what we're in for and can keep in the game till the end. Literary fiction might be asking too much for a presleep treat. But we have those twin genres, fantasy with its magical past, and sci-fi with its technological future, both playing past the tedium of making a plausible story with reality-based details by focusing exclusively on nonsense to reveal a certain breed of sense. Every genre reveals something best, and as we've seen countless genres, each having their heyday, with new ones coming soon, we might wed our words to a set of rules – to a game – that speaks to us, whether mystery, horror, fable, parable, sonnets, or whatever.

So what genre are we living, each of us in our private and public situations? For lives also take on tempo, tone, emphasis, and stereotypical plotlines. Certainly, ever profession has its stereotypes, as do the various sexual orientations, the various religions, or what have you. What defines you?

 

* 1048 *

I cage the wolf spider I find in the basement and name her Agora. I drop a cricket from the yard, black and jumpy, down into her tank, and he lodges in the web, freaks out, and pops like corn, jumping left, right, smacking Agora in the face with his audacious leaps. I take him out and set him back in the yard. The next day I put a feeder cricket from the local pet store into Agora's cage. He hops about curiously, fumbles into some web, and then – sits there. Kinda strains for a second to dislodge himself and then gives up. He doesn't even struggle enough to alert Agora. She happens upon him later, when inspecting her web, and quietly poisons him and bundles him up.

Am I heard? Men, be wild! Don't let yourselves become domesticated!

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!