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Rikkity's Entity and Friends
| Journeys (in Venice) Rikkity: "And that's the show. Thanks to JC and God and LD and MCP. Bye. UTV. "Shhh... they're sleeping. Arrf... ARF. It's time for the timeless ones, it's Ericka's Bench. Como stai. Dorma. You are dormant and vacant. You are on vacation. Yay. So, welcome to the Bench. Sit, but no sleeping on the bench... grrrr... ok, under the bench is ok... f. What a show we have! What a show we have? We have a show? Ok, show what we have. MCP: "First-a. I need no-a intro. It's-a me-a. I own-a da town. "Journeys. So many try to force journeys into the mold of travel. Sure-a I traveled, but I also met many who did not travel but who did journey. All those who in my travels welcomed me and talked with me and opened their worlds, did they not journey without travel? "Sometimes the best trips we take are those on which we do not travel but on which we journey--letting go of boundaries of space and time and meaning. We find a way in travel because we must, but when we do it without travel it is because we choose. "So one of the greatest journeys is the one you choose to take when you be willing to explore ideas that are foreign or unknown or even undesired. If you travel, you know that when you experience another place you don't have to stay there. Same with ideas, so why avoid those which are unfamiliar or even unwanted. The first sign of the dictator--either in the state or in the self--is a censorship of where the mind will travel. So, don't censor yourself unless you want to stop traveling in spirit. The words of the person who is afraid are 'I can't' 'I won't' 'I haven't' 'I don't think so'--all without knowing. Sure-a there will be limits beyond which you don't go, but approach the limits to know where they are; don't assume them. "So not everyone in Torino needs to go to Roma, but they should at least venture to Genoa. Maybe there they find they have reached their limits, but they wouldn't know that in Torino. For me, I found no limits in China but I don't bungee jump! Ayeeee. And each of us has our own unique place that is our edge. And, just short of the edge beyond which we stop being able to be ourselves, is the cutting edge where we are most ourselves. So let your journeys be wide and vast--even if you do not travel. You will never injure yourself on your true cutting edge. I go-a." (5/24/2004 - W#321) Rikkity: "And now, the man who MCP thinks is second only to him, and who himself thinks MCP is second to." LD: "Hello, wise ones. "There is an exhibit of mine in town. They make toys out of ideas, while I made ideas out of toys. The present question is: what toys are being developed now for the museum of another millennium. So much has grown from my own work, but it is time for another. "All cloth has patterns of fiber that can be used or can cause problems. I won't tell you about my studies of this, but I did advise more than one ruler about how to keep crumbs off his front. Go with the nap, not against it. Otherwise, your vest could be throwing crumbs back at you. When the inexplicable happens, always look for the explanation--because explanations are the real magic of the world. What in the unknown can match any of the majesty of the discovered and understood. "Some people fear discovery because they think it will rob the world of the beauty of mystery. But don't worry, it won't. A lack of discovery dulls the shining finish of the globe. So venture on, fear not. What you find will not destroy you unless you wish it so. (5/24/2004 - W#322) "And now, my little friend..." MCP: "Hey-a." LD: "What do you say to a round of golf." MCP: "What?" LD: "I just invented it." MCP: "Sure-a! Funny, you don't look-a Scotch." LD: "I invented Scotch." MCP: "Sure-a!" LD: "Whatever. Let's go and make mischief." MCP: "Ok-a." LD: "Bye." Rikkity: "And now... arf arf... grrrr... grrrr... woog... grrrrr. Sandy says he can't bark as sharply as Venetian dogs do. Here's that flying and paying fool, Papa." Papa: "Great beach. But they all talk funny. They remind me of a guy from Brooklyn in my unit. He was Italian and half the time we couldn't understand him, but when we got working and he got talking with his hands he was great! He could point and gesture like I talk, and you just knew. So everybody liked him. And right now there's this young woman on the beach and she's gesturing with her body and I think I know what she's saying... oy. If only my old body didn't sag but spoke. Wait, I have no body. She does! O yes. Don't kill the fantasy. "Sometimes you have to travel and sometimes you have to journey and sometimes you have to sit back and enjoy the scenery. What good would it be to discover and not appreciate. All journey and no rest would make a full but not a beautiful world. So I will sit back, sun myself, and watch her gesture... oy. She doesn't need to stretch like that. I'll be here awhile. (5/24/2004 - W#323) "And now, on the end of the Bench, our last guest." Rikkity: "Hello. So, they have all been talking about travel and journeys. What is constant in what they say? Things change! If nothing changes, then you have gone nowhere. But for change you also need what? Letting go--which many assume means losing. Loss. Folks don't like loss: lost youth, lost hair, lost family. But what about lost weight. Ok, we don't like lost dogs... arr. Loss of face. "But I remind you that there is a corollary to the Wizard of Oz line about your backyard. It is: If something has become part of your own yard, you can never really lose it. "Dorothy will never lose Oz; Toto will, neither... although he might bury it in the backyard. So, as you travel and as you journey, don't worry. What is truly you and yours will never be lost in the process. In fact, it will be found! That's the reason to go: in order to find where you already are but, like Eliot, to find it anew. "And that's it for the Bench. And so, that's the Bench and this is the beach and this is the bitch and this is a dog who is rich... ARF. UTV." (5/24/2004 - W#324) "I just got here, and I've been here forever. Hi. Let's get honest for a moment. I have been privileged to be here and learn and remember, and also honored to be able to share through you two. And I have been blessed by my friends here. Now, this next bit is not for publication... no, it is. "I am so here, but then I connect to your time and space and I feel things. How can I put it. This sucks! At junctions of spirit awakened by date, I sense it all. I want my Mommy! You think it's easy; knowing how important this is here, that I wouldn't miss much. But, right at this vortex, I miss you and Lizzie and Ali and Elis and Papa... and my clothes and my mess and my future. Ok, that's passed. But I had to share it with the only 2 on that side who would understand. It's a matrix vortex... a maelstrom and a femalestrom. So don't feel bad and think I don't feel it, too. "Spirits have the equivalent of feelings. Long ago I said we grieved for those who left us to go back alive--that was feelings. Sure, we know more, but knowledge doesn't eclipse feelings. Those who understand death intellectually still cry. Sandy cries, too... arrrr... and little spirit dog tears wash the universe. "And, like I told you, we get out of there before the death hurts; so it is not about dying, it is about mourning a probable reality's demotion. You know what it's like to have a probable future suddenly erased? I do! So there... blech. "And from all on this side, thanks for calling. You think you are blessed, what about us having an outlet. Can you imagine these guys with no one to talk to?! Nutso. "And now for the immortal words: Write if you get work. Hang by your thumbs." (8/20/2004 - W#325) Wholeness Edd Spangley: "And, for a good time in the afterlife, visit Vista City and see the future... if you dare! First-timers not welcomed, sorry. But there'll be a special reception just for you with the Master of the Universe at 4:30. Don't miss it, it'll break you up. And now, the show no one asks for and no one misses: Ericka's Bench." Rikkity: "So, did you read about the two who just arrived and had a spirited discussion? Oooo, they didn't like that one. Sandy, was that a joke or not? Arrrrph. Huh... f... huh... f. Ok, let's sit on the bench... grrrr. Ok, let's not sit on the bench. Why not, Sandy? Wrrrr. Wet? Grrrr. You? Grr. Paint... wooogf... ok. Sandy, was it spray paint... oorf. Have we been sniffing the fumes... grrw. Sandy, take a nap... *flop*. "Let me look. The bench is dry. There's no paint on it, just a lot of paw prints in paint around it. Huffer dog. Bad Sandy... f. Ok, sit down. Today we have guests of every stripe... wooz... no Sandy, no zebras. First, an old friend, Marky." Marky: "Bonjour, Madame. I see once again your history makes an election. When I served your great land, there were no elections. We fought for principles, we fought for values, we fought for liberty. So today I speak a heresy: that democracy may be the enemy of the true and the good. Now, I would quickly add that I do not know of a system that is the friend of the true and good, because it is in the nature of systems to serve themselves, and not the larger good. So, in a democracy elections are about the system and who will control the system, and not about principles, not about liberty. Elections are an exercise in finding the highest fraction of the lowest common denominator. "One would think one would seek a fraction in which the whole was one. But each party begins with a fraction of the whole and then divides that up, and what is common to the whole is lost. I can tell you that, when we were on the field of battle in those old days, even the lowest private could speak of our principles--and those principles were not self-interest. I believe that every election after that of my good friend GW was more a travesty than an affirmation. "Only in revolution do things seem clear. Am I preaching revolution? No, I am only reminding you that only those with revolutionary ideas will seek to speak to all; others will look for their partisans more than their ideals. I never saw a man of ideals quit the struggle, but I often saw partisans grow tired or disillusioned and leave. "So, don't expect elections to be about ideals. I am sorry to have to say all this, but c'est la vie. Hey, look, here's LD." (8/30/2004 - W#326) LD: "I've got this great new device in my notebook. I made it out of wood and rope. It is a temporary platform. It is useful for giving an illusion of stability, but all it is is a bunch of sticks and rope which will fall apart at the first stressing. I just mention it this time, as others will try to convince you that their designs are more permanent and innovative and long-lasting. I've never seen a platform built by man that is rock solid. Just a hint!" MCP: "Hey-a." LD: "Hi, my little friend." MCP: "Hey-a!" LD: "I like you, even if you are short... " MCP: "Hey-a!!" LD: "Because sometimes when everyone is looking to the mountaintops, the littlest see there is nothing holding them up... sort of like promises." (8/30/2004 - W#327) MCP: "Hey-a, I talk-a now." LD: "Ok." MCP: "Hi-a. I learned a simple lesson on my travels. It is one like what Rikkity told you. I always had a choice. I could tell people I was a Venetian--and so, better than they--or I could ask about them, and see their best points. I found early on that praise and connection did much to open mouths... and hearts and minds. "So as I traveled, I tried to help those I met, and not first demand their help. And I knew that quid pro quo was not the answer. Do what is right and true and humane, and you will discover a world of foreigners who are true and right and humane. Had I acted like a Florentine or a Roman, I wouldn't have gotten 140 miles! Back in a week with my tail between my legs. And hey-a, no pasta! "So I learned, better to be the servant in humility than the braggard in power. LD wants another word." LD: "Connection, that's all--which implies equality. Here's the lady... and her drunk dog, too." (8/30/2004 - W#328) Rikkity: "Ready for a treat? Here's a famous purveyor of tea." MW: "Hello. Will you sit with me a moment and have some tea? I have the tea coming. "Long ago, we spoke of losses. I am reminded of this again. I keep seeing people who have lost greatly and who have not learned. They yearn, they pine, they suffer. They then fall prey to every false promise and empty panacea. They just want to be whole, and the only wholeness they know is the one without the loss. So they get trapped into an endless and fruitless search for what was. And they become the prey and fodder of merchants of emptiness. "No one else can ever make you whole again, only you. Our great Lord Jesus brought this simple message: The gracious Ruler of Creation has given each of us the gifts of life and wholeness, no matter what. And the gift of wholeness for someone else cannot be ours. The Christ told us this. Even with all He would suffer, His wholeness was of His choosing and making. The possibility was from God, but the choice was His to take or refuse the cup. "In every age, there will be those who will offer to do your work and your choosing for you, but theirs is emptiness. So know that in our times of loss the promise is given, the way has been shown, but the choice must be ours--else we are left with empty words and emptier hearts. "Ahh, here's the tea. Enjoy!" (8/30/2004 - W#329) Rikkity: "Thanks, M, I like tea... with 6 teaspoons of sugar, please. And with that, this briefer but pithy Bench comes to an end. Sandy is revived... arrrf... snap... woof. No more solvents for Sandy... arf!" Edd Spangley: "And now, for the whole UTV family, this is your announcer, Edd Spangley, reminding you that eternity is not all that long. See you later!" "Speak, McPooch... ARF. You do know he's not really a dog. He just plays one on UTV... arrf. He is actually the 5th baronial magistrate of the House of Cleft... rrrrf. "He was relatively friendless in the people world, so he chose man's best friend. Karma can be a duty or a choice or a tool. He chose tool... but I'm not saying he's a tool... woof. Remember, if it isn't true here, it isn't true there. Here it won't do you in or let you out, but it is a tool which can illumine." (11/12/2004 - Y#80) Holidays Announcer: "Feeling like Christmas has let you down? Try new Xmax. Makes the presents flow easily and daily without cramps. Warning: May cause colds, flu, and death. Available at Osco and other poorer stores. "And now, the program you've been waiting for... or not: Ericka's Bench." *Applause* "Hoozah." Rikkity: "Thanks, GW. And hi to all my benchmates. Once again, I've selected--and Sandy's rounded up--a great circle of wackos... no no no no... that was CT saying 'wackos.' Takes one.... I was going to say luminaries, for these are spirits who have enlightened so many. But on second thought..." CT: "... she is going to feature those from the dark side." Rikkity: "No no no no no no... CT, shut up, or I'll give you a gift you won't forget and can't forgive. O no, he's pouting. Sandy, help him pout... grrrrrr. "So, 5 great and enlightened ones. Not a tea lady in sight. So, the first of the great lights, LD." LD: "Gracious hello. Buona natale. "We so often speak of the great births of the messiahs--and I know saying it that way is heresy, but do I care? Remember, there are more dead heretics here than popes and inquisitors, so don't push a vote among the dead! "Anymoo (she likes that!), we focus on the birth of the persons who we think will save us. But what about the more important births? Like the birth of an idea. At some time, the idea of the messiah was born. It had to predate any claimants to the title. That human beings could think of a universal and eternal messenger, wow! Out of the parochial and the short-time, the eternal and the whole were glimpsed. Awesome! And at that moment of birth, we knew our connection to the whole. The idea of a messiah told us everything. We didn't need the person, really, once we had the idea. And all the person could do is remind us of the idea. "And what about the birth of hope. When did a sentient being glimpse the reality of timelessness, which is the essence of hope. You might be puzzled by what I just saidtimelessness as the source of hopebecause so many people think of hope as an outcome in time. But without the constraints of time, all things become possible in the fullness of being. What could be more hopeful than that?! "And what about the birth of love? Of knowing oneself as intimately and constructively bound with the life of another. Without love, parents would abandon children and no one would ever trust. So, like the idea of messiah, the idea of hope and the idea of love become the precursors to hope and love. "We set aside seasons to celebrate realizations of hope and love, but better we should celebrate the very birth of the concepts. Too often we patent the devices, not the concepts. So, not to disparage the son of Bethlehem, but he is just symbolic of greater realities." (12/25/2004 - W#330) Rikkity: "And now, another good friend: Marky." Marky: "Hello. Time is only an ingredient in the recipes of those who wish to feed their discontent. Others of us are nourished by the timeless flow of energy. "There was a Christmas during the war when we did not have much hope or faith, and many were wont to leave and go home. And I remember a preacher speaking to the troops. He asked them 'What would have happened if Mary and Joseph had just gone home? A manger would have been empty, three wise men would have searched in vain, shepherds would have doubted their visions, and the whole message would have been lost. Jesus would have been born, but the story would have been different. If they had just gone home, who knows what would have ensued.' And then he said 'As you think about home, who will be there to raise our standard when the bugle calls? Who will stand by your closest friend in battle? When General Washington calls forth our troops, who will fill out the lines? When we live another century at the hands of the king, who will we look to for relief?' And I stood there, with my thoughts in La Belle France but my heart in this country, weeping my new allegiance. "For Jesus, he said, this night his home was in a stable, and ours this night was in our tents and in our comraderie and in our hearts. And thereafter, I never felt homeless nor homesick again. "Bonne fête. Merci. Au revoir." (12/25/2004 - W#331) Rikkity: "And another. The hits just keep on coming." MW: "Hello. Gracious servant. "I am compelled to think of Mary this day. She was away from home. She had been up all night birthing her first. She had to deal with strangers and shepherds and angels, can you imagine... not to mention those Easterners. And what did she do. She pondered. "In the midst of great celebrations, we so often don't take the time or space or energy to ponder. Mr. President, my husband, had an odd custom. After the winning of some battle, he would retreat from the celebration to his own solitude and ponder it all. "I, too, at times, felt the criticisms of others when I would not or could not be sociable when I had need of my own counsel. It is very hard to hear the voices of the divine when one is cheering. "Perhaps the best holiday would be one given half to contemplation before a half for celebration. I do not know, I must ponder that. "I wish you well." (12/25/2004 - W#332) Rikkity: "Now a surprise guest: Sanford McPooch... ARRRF. Arf... And now, our next... grrrrr... ok, say more. Woof woof. Done? Woof! Ok. And now, I give you a man long on tales." MCP: "Hello-a. I see-a you know-a my face-a. I tell you about two journeys. This is a real life fable. "My cousin Vinny (Vincenzo), he goes on a trip to buy very fine fabric. He wants silk, so he travels east. And everywhere he goes, he asks 'Have you any silk to sell.' For months he hears 'no,' but then he hears 'yes,' and he buys many fine silks and he returns to Venezia with them and sells them and becomes moderately wealthy. "And I travel also to the East, but do I ask for silk, no. I ask 'What do you have to trade?' So I get fabrics of mohair and cashmere, and trinkets of gold and jewels, and stories. So when I return, I have only a little silk, but I have riches beyond knowing. "A journey with a known outcome is no journey! "A holiday without a future is no holy day. If you treat all celebration as an answer, why celebrate. And if you can't sense the question in a holiday, why bother. "I say-a too much-a. Ciao." (12/25/2004 - W#333) Rikkity: "And now, numero 5... ARF... numero 6... f." Papa: "Hi, babe. I do keep some illustrious company. They say I'm one of the best, too, but I think they keep me around to be near her! I don't care. "Every holiday, I think, should include an element of doing what you want--not just of the expected nor the traditional. So I'm going to the beach. But after all, isn't his name Sandy Claus. I may never change! "So I go to walk and sun and smile and look at the hot spirits!" (12/25/2004 - W#334) Rikkity: "So, from all of us on the other side, a Merry Christmas." Focus, Balance,
Competition, and Understanding So, a long journey has a
marking place. I hope you can embrace the gifts of the
journey, even while lamenting the losses. If the focus
were to be on 10 years ago, what would it serve but to
negate 10 years and all that I have tried to share.
Cant choose 'em, but can choose how. |
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