God Particles, Lompoc and Moon Rises….

There are days and ways and get-up-and-go moments, where you are aligned with everything, where you finally discover the God Particle, the adjacent land next to the clouds in a lavatory, unoccupied, in the air, in a plane—in the business class seating.

Is there really any difference between astrophysics and particle physics?

A God Particle is like discovering pixie dust to sprinkle on your mind so it will soar.  You always need to have a little myth and mystery with your mundane.

There are moments strung together that remind you of wide-open thinking, blue sky ideas, Montana on the Missouri river near Missoula.

There are you and those in a concert by the sea, a long-term commitment to a cappuccino in a chair on the beach, a wonder why that drives you crazy, like a sunset over Santa Barbara, a full moon rising right at the same time in open fields near a place no one knows…called Lompoc.

There are memories that last, that ferment in time and become sublime, that gather in the recesses, in the playground of not knowing, in the armor of a new kind of chivalry…like walking down the stone stairs of some remarkable old church on a Sunday morning in downtown LA right…right over to the vendors who sell you a Coors; and people gather, Jesus de la luz inspired you again.

There are days and ways and lost dreams on the boulevard picked up by the average Joe during some siren of an alarming portent moment.

There are details of perfection in a physics class where dark matter and quarks and muons and God Particles get all mixed up in some huge particle splitter; yes, it is called, The Hadron Collider, in Switzerland and all you can do is gawk and stay agog and be in awe and quivering states of bewilderment.

There are masks and mazes and facades and cosmic recovery times and opportunity clocks going off, and the rigmarole and rabble and the roustabouts that all playing it dangerous on the cliffs on the Pacific Coast Highway above Bodega Bay.  Up, way up, near the Russian river where the people from Florida get really jealous if they knew, only knew, Alfred, that The Birds live there, was made there…near the general store, near the water, where a dream can get up and live, can come to life and you can walk along the very shores of your most prized conceptions.

Wow, I see it.  I am inspired and now a hired gun to kill the mediocrity of a ransomed life…the ruts and routines, the blasé, the status quo, the untapped mojo, and straight up Pikes coffee in some nondescript Starbucks.

There are moments to engage in.  All is right.  All is well.  You are in middle of a new cosmic drift, ideas that surge and not protect, that awaken and shake you at the roots, where tiny beliefs have taken hold and have left you in states of sobriety. 

Get drunk on truth and beauty and you will climb out of the mire, out of the fire, out of the frying pan into the skies of Pan and never never land.

There are men of dreams and women of courage and you holding the bag.  Don’t hold the bag.  Hold the sacred in your mind and you will be a poet in moat, a troubadour in Disneyland, a muse out of the confusion, a confident visionary in the fairytales you have created—the life you have subterfuged into a multiple ideas. 

“What got you here, will not get you there.”  Where ever you go, there you are.  Be here now for the now is everything happening everywhere, every-when, all the time, all at once, from the singed edges of stars billions of light years away…to a neighborhood near you.

There are possibilities living like minnows in fresh spring waters.  There are moments gathering on the horizon of your higher perceptions.

Be all that you can be without being in the army.  Look for the God Particles, what is less sensational but the same…Higgs Boson… and you will find them.

There are tons of them littering the known and unknown universe slipping into your new consciousness that has aborted the ordinary, and left you in another extraordinary roadside attraction playing near the outskirts of town.

There are, there is, and you are these inspired moments in the illusion of time…tapping a foot to eternity as you play your way through this perfection we call life.  Yes? 

What else is there but God Particles and nuances of the infinite laying low in the eaves of undiscovered worlds?

There are worlds unknown, and you right there looking at them on the cutting edge of evolution: Smile.  Be.  See. 

Look deep and far and you will see the tailcoats of these God Particles, or perhaps St. Elmo’s fire, phosphorescent, lightning up the masts as you wait for your ship to come in. 

It has arrived.  All aboard!