clouds unknowing

ten fifty one in the morning and darkness descends thunder rumbles and it’s getting louder, long rolls, sheet pans rattling, fast cold drops fall and I retreat inside.  How beautiful a morning darkness is, nature calls and there’s nothing more naturally and god acceptable desirous than the smells of divinity?  Can I say divinity and nature are one and the same, sure, it’s all connected, let’s stop classifying everything like we were atom blasters, the wind picks up, a hot shower was good thanks to the clouds which left the big solar empty and…wait, a flotilla of helicopters fly over…so Hanukkah upon request fired up the generator for toasted pound cake and a heated geyser. 

I am not one hundred percent-ly on earth right now, I’d rather be somewhere in Laos surrounded by luscious wet green ok, let’s go down there.  Too much work I should do, no really, relax for moment in the cool contemplative first day of March.  We’ll get to whatever whenever.

We made it over the leap and into the new month and will this one go quickly I am going to hope, yes.  April and May where will I be, June where will I be.  July.  The rain falls hard hard I close the window.  What must I do to, there’s nothing you can do, relax.  I don’t want to talk about relocation right now.  Listen to the poplars sweeping rhythms, shh listen to me…

8.14pm—There was no news from the capital and by the end of the day it’s been decided we’re not going to worry one hoot what they do, keep me here, bring me up kalli walli  yikes we’re listening too much of  axl rose let’s get a tea.

I emailed my ku ‘case manager’ and asked my distressful question six days ago.  There isn’t a rush I know but I do feel a little sheepish that I’ve just about completely put the ku idea behind me but in truth there’s nothing in front of me. 

This might be old news before I post it but the way Trump and his mob are behaving don’t be surprised soon when someone with a permit to pack heat takes a shot.  It’s inevitable, the law of unintended consequences?  Intended for sure.  It’s the Ides of March that’s for sure.

Unless…voters are voting for Trump simply to punish the republican party.  they’re fine with a democrat in the house and will most likely vote that way too.  they don’t like the party but the party isn’t as bad as these urchins of revenge.  All the evil that comes from hurrahs for beating someone up.  There’s anger but worse we see how bad the human condition can become. 

The blue generator prowled tonight and for the first time I heated the kettle AND the toaster oven at the same time.  It was a significant step up, those three minutes. 

Yesterday Hanukkah showed me the pistol he took from a fella who was taking a class upstairs. It was black and heavy.  I can’t imagine ever carrying one, but I’m tellin ya, look at the rest of the second amendment and if Trump wins I’m not sure what could happen, perhaps a military coup, ha ha, omigod, a military coup on Pennsylvania Ave.  What an idea I’ll never financially profit from, go ahead take it use it and be rich.  Imagine every group he has insulted will start a militia;  the Catholic Militia, the Tex-Mex Militia, The All female militia.

I thought I heard thunder, let’s look outside for a second.  

3.2.16

I am picking away at the right thumb, is this my indicator of stress or energy or both working at maintaining a balance of sorts?  I thought I’d be going for a hair cut this morning but the boss is still in class and it’s coming up to the noon hour.  A cool mix of clouds and sun and gusty winds, a good time to go out, my lesson is ready for the afternoon.  As for going to the bank, well I gotta go when I can, there’ll be no convenient time because my time and Pashtun time is not in sync when my time has impending deadlines and requirements. 

My imminent future is as unclear as it has ever been.  Belgium, Georgia, the Middle East, Oceania, what the hell.  The biggest issue with a ripped up right thumb is eating with it.  Tomato sauce, lemon juice, ya, hand me the only fork in the kitchen, would ja?

This year the Ides of March is looking to take a coincidental spin down a roman road.  A cusp in the Roman calendar is all it is but symbolism will turn the human consciousness towards a precarious 15 March in my country of birth.  I suppose I should use speculative words and phrases here, what the hell do I know? 

Fezel hooked up the tv this morning and I watched thirty minutes of CNN and BBC. One fella from the latter network still says it’s scary, the end of a political establishment is happening before our eyes, or more realistically and hopefully, a new reformed, streamlined populist conservative approach to the way the country should be governed. 

8:27pm

‘Here’s my take on synchronicity, simply, it’s spirits communicating with each other.  I don’t know why Jung couldn’t come out and say this, or if he did he didn’t say it in a way anybody understands today, or he couldn’t come to that conclusion because he didn’t or couldn’t get any more data.’

The Afghans who are following the presidential circus like Trump.  They also like Jon Cena, they’re not real but they do entertain. 

‘How is he going to make the Mexicans build a wall?’

He has no idea but the media thinks it’s an idea and CNN can imagine, wow, what a long pathetic wall.  There’s nothing like the Great Wall, eh?  Now that was, is,  a wall, if he wants to build a wall like that he could hire millions of Mexicans to build it for the next 25 years so he can keep his name on it and of course when he’s dead we’ll just change the name. 

That’s terrible, I know.  I have started the Cloud Unknowing readings and it's easier to discuss it in the morning and not when the Beatles are crooning.    We are expecting rain to grace us again tomorrow, such a pleasure to have when it happens.