Castaneda, Cryogenics and Courage

Who are you, where are you, why are you…and do you even ask these important questions anymore?  In your catatonic states do you see the ravens fly over and believe in signs from God, from the infinite projections?  Do you have the courage to realize that mystery is afoot, magic is still in the rabbit’s foot, the Devil Inside is not just a song, but a recurrence of thoughts that have rolled over the white knight—the long wish in a fish bowl where you and I live?

Be aware, alert, descent folk with clean undergarments and kindness spun into the cloth, like gold from a spinning wheel in the fairytale that spins the tales of a heart living wide open.

Today is your day, is the day for praying about the good stuff, the lost boys, the never never land, the never ending stories, the creation coming up, gurgling up from a high five at the end of the game: A beer, a brat and some good ol’ German songs with lederhosen and the chosen…and smiles the length of the bar.  Ein Bier Bitte!

Today, you be the star, the car that out runs the lawless counties where the wild horses still roam somewhere near Joshua Tree on the back dirt roads at night as the stars fall and the rains hold back till you get over to Route 66 near San Bernardino.

Believe in the possibilities that were but illusions just yesterday.  Believe in the wishes of a genuine man on the road of a lifetime, where, “Hello…you play to win the game,” to soar, to fly, to simmer in the autumn mist, to sing a song, to leave a trail of happiness all over the windswept roads of tomorrow.

Believe it and see it and go get it…and become it, and realize that everything you know is but an inch behind, a yardstick away, a mile down the road of impossible dreams sold in the streets of your imagination, in the stores filled with trinkets from Spain and Nepal and Costa Rica.

You are filled like a jellyroll with the desires and the exuberance of a man gone wild, a woman with a tool  kit, a child with no holds barred for life, this life, today’s living part that is totally created in your mind, in the fine design you chose to engage all the way to the bank, the banks of the Amazon…if you haven’t sat on the edge of the Amazon, and tried as you might to see to the other side, somewhere near Venezuela, then you have lived a very sheltered life.

Castaneda lives in the deserts downing peyote, and the other worlds live so far outside what you can even imagine it is like standing in Disneyland at night holding the hands of Walt and Mickey Mouse watching the fireworks from New Port Beach.

Create, run like the wind.  Become who you were meant to be.  Step into that destiny today for tomorrow is here, yesterday is not, and next week is like climbing a mountain, cutting the heart out of peyote and wandering for the next 12 hours till the sunset captures your lost hopes and catapults you into what really can be.