It has been a hard day.
I am streaming New Orleans radio live. Jazz, fireworks and white clothes on the Bay of All Saints. Olodumare let me reflect your brightness this year.
A new year is coming. The sixth sun will grow. I will be a new moon, perhaps.
In the new year, this blog will turn its intentions toward strengthening our meditation techniques.
It has vanquished Reeducation and some other attendant ills several times over.
It has experienced a great deal, and has thought very hard.
In the new year it will wear white and meditate on Olodumare, who lives in power and unassuming peace.
The sixth sun is already growing. I am a new moon, perhaps.
For this year we have a quotation from Jennifer‘s friend Stephen:
I am not leaving the human condition to malevolent and benevolent forces which preordain life’s highs and lows. On the contrary, I observe that life is more politically and economically determined by power and how it is exercised. The poor can still come up with a wish list but it is a mere exercise in futility for it must be within the confines of what BIG BROTHER parsimoniously consents to. It is very insane indeed, for the poor it must be a conscious revisit to the injustices of his condition every New Year when he puts together that wish list. The traveler’s ROAD will not and has never been of his own making. He is not responsible for the crevices and potholes he must negotiate to his destinations. Unfortunately those whose responsibility it should be, feel that after all they seldom use ROADS, they fly so they are not morally bound to make the roads’ condition traveler friendly.
Meditation does not mean we are depoliticized. It means the opposite.
I accomplished one small thing today. It seemed important symbolically. I hope it works in a ritualistic or, if you will, a “shamanistic” way.
Limpeza e lucidez. Olodumare.