around the world and back again

maintaining dozens of ac units in/on the towns first shopping mall, now state offices. old bizarre building. electrical energy is alive and must be respected. especially in high concentrations.

sensing a growing change in a America: people are realizing Obama works for da man. he is ushering in an age of goverment control- which was the opposite of the American ideal of liberty, and so on. The government has been run by business interests since its European "founding" a mere 300 some years ago. No need to be illusioned about that. I do believe local governments are better idea. The fight against corruption, greed, self-concern, is always there. people consume others and then themselves. civilizations rise and fall. the will to live is strong, so one must tap into some positive current. the current that allows me to type this and it appear through manipulation of electrical current. the ideal of anything perhaps is never achieved.

Cannabam Upanishad (petal one)
student: we thank Brahman for ganja
master: we thank ganja for Brahman 1

student: from whence does Ganja arise and to where does it go after burning in the sacrificial fire?
master: Ganja is not destroyed when the body is destroyed, just as the Self does not turn to ash with the flesh and bone 2

O-no!bama

it is now confirmed the country is run by bankers and cheats, and their cover up clowns. Headlines abound. Obama is failing economics. there are is no meaning to either party. I fear sometimes this country is destined for decline by being gutted by the wealthy.

my dreams, which are a new phenomenon in themselves, are often filled with temples and holy things, places. even the violent dreams are under my control; enough to shake one up perhaps. I didn't dream much before I started to work.

the first house of the day was in my old neighborhood. A Japanese woman I think with an American husband. They have lived there since I was a kid, I remember. She had a plate in the window with some kind of Shiva-like god or spirit in the window facing the entrance. The super-human terrifying one, made a friend, is the conquering of the world and mind.