Cassandra’s Musing of the Day…

I dream a little dream of me.
That dreams of a little dream of me.

You dream a little dream of you.
That dreams of a little dream of you.

We both dream a dream of a soul’s recursion.
In infinite lives, and infinite dispersions.

But we dream of a soul that is not there.
But the dream of that soul, it does not care.

Materialism and Idealism both sing of souls.
One is determinedly real, and one a free-will “suppose.”

Talking to Alzheimers – 2

I’m a Personal Fitness Trainer for my day job. I had this conversation with an elderly client a few years ago whose story is changed just enough to hide her identity.

CLIENT: “Will, I can only get five sessions now. My husband is in memory care and the bills are killing me.”

ME: “Yikes! I’m sorry. No worries. I’m glad to help. My mom is in memory care right now. How are you holding up?”

CLIENT: “Oh, he’s fine. He thinks I’m his mother …  AND …  he now has a girlfriend.”

ME: “Ow. How does THAT feel?”

CLIENT: “I’m okay. He’s a story teller, and I get to watch her hang on his every word.”

((PAUSE))

CLIENT: It’s good to see him in love.”

ME: (TRYING NOT TO TEAR UP): “Excuse me, but I have exactly three words for you

((PAUSE))

… BEST …

((PAUSE))

… WIFE …

((PAUSE))

…EVER.”

Talking to Alzheimers

Went to see mom today. Asked her a familiar question:

ME: “Mom, you are wiser than I. What do you think is the meaning of life?”

((SHE PAUSED LIKE SHE HEARD THE QUESTION FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER FROM ME.))

MOM: “I don’t know. The MEANING of life?”

ME: “Yeah.”

MOM: “Breathing in and out.”

ME: “Breathing in and out?”

MOM: “Yeah, until you die.”

ME: “Okay. So, if breathing in and out is the meaning of life, what’s the meaning of death?”

((A SHORT PAUSE))

MOM: “Not breathing in and out.”

****

Jeannette Harper: ZEN MASTER

PERSONAL NOTE: If she paralleled her death statement with her life statement it would read, “Not breathing in and out until you live.”

I got nothing on this chick folks. Really.

Certainty

As you may know, I have an opinion about certainty …

1. I can be certain and wrong.

2. I can be certain and right.

BOTH FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME.

So, since I want to feel “right” and be certain because it feels empowering, why should I deny myself smugness anytime I want it? It’s JUST a feeling. And it’s one I can create any “now” I want.

I just realized (again) that I can choose a feeling of certainty as a light for life in any present moment of existence. Why “need to be right” to feel certain when I can just be smugly arrogant ALL THE NOWS?

Answer? I don’t. So, I’m not.

From Johnson’s “Dinosaur” Dictionary:

Certainty: Exemption from doubt. (Locke) Exemption from failure. That which is real. (Shakespeare); Regularity.

Now, if YOU like this idea, feel free to use it to make the present moment your little whipping boy – even when you are being done in!

Certainty.

Anynow.

Any-now-where.

Phil Fable – Sol

Another Self-Contained Fable of Phil and Cassandra:

Phil dropped to the floor exhausted. As he lay there he looked up at the white ceiling and wondered why the fuck he kept at it.

This world was about to die in a massive solar flare and he knew it. He also knew he couldn’t stop it.

So he sat up finally. Walked over to the window and faced the sun.

“Bring it Sol,” he stated.

Sol brought it.

Phil’s body vanished in the raging light of oblivion.

 

Cassandra’s Own Kind of Crazy

Another Self-Contained Fable of Phil and Cassandra:

CASSANDRA:
So, you know something about infinity mathematics right?

PHIL:
Yeah. A little. And I MEAN a little.

CASSANDRA:
So what is the smallest level of infinity?

PHIL:
Aleph 0. The integers.

CASSANDRA:
Good. What’s the highest degree of infinity?

PHIL:
It’s unknown.

CASSANDRA:
Well you already know there are higher levels of infinity. For example, the infinity of the irrational numbers DWARFS the infinity we call Aleph 0 right?

PHIL:
Yeah, that’s confusing as hell, but yeah I hear that’s true and that irrationals dwarf the integers in size …?

CASSANDRA:
Well, for a master or Omega infinity to exist, I say it must be paradoxical in order to have all other infinities be a subset of IT.

PHIL:
I’ll just say ‘sure’ crazy lady …

… Sure …

(CASSANDRA SIPS COFFEE AS CAMERA PANS OUT TO THE SKY WHILE CASSY AND PHIL PUT ON DARK GLASSES TO BEHOLD THE LARGEST STAR OF ALL TIME GO SUPERNOVA. THE WHOLE SKY FILLS WITH LIGHT.)

CASSANDRA:
Ah, the largest star ever existing goes supernova. This is a great gift for my birthday Phil. Getting me across time and space to behold the greatest supernova ever  it is quite a gift. Thank you.

Anyway, the largest infinity is that of soul potentials my friend. And every point of that infinity is the center of all it’s other potentials. God is a collective not a person.

PHIL:
Sure. Nice tautology Cassy.

CASSANDRA:
Do me a favor. Face the infinite number of soul potentials in my coffee cup.

(PHIL CLOSES HIS EYES AND OPENS HIS MIND TO THE CUP’S SPACE AND CASSY’S OMEGA INFINITY HE BECOMES DEEPLY STIRRED)

PHIL:
HOLY FUCK! Yikes! What was that?

CASSANDRA:
Just a tautology baby.

(CASSANDRA SIPS HER COFFEE. HER FACE FULL OF THE NOVA LIGHT. )

More of Phil’s Madness

Another Self-Contained Fable of Phil and Cassandra:

“So, you think that the secret to free will is madness?”

“Yup,” answered Phil.

The waiter set down the plate in front of Phil.

“What about logic?” asked the waiter.

“When you allow the division of zero, logic is merely a subset of crazy which does not allow the division of zero. Only those already  capable of being logical can get anything out of logic.”

Phil paused for effect and continued.

“The question is HOW does an insane man or child or a dying dementia patient attain a fullness of free will, if not, but for anything else save madness?”

“That’s insane,” said the waiter.

“Yup. Answered Phil. “You see, free will is not only a logically impossible choice to believe in, but it is ALSO a logically impossible choice to be able to create one’s own self-creating crazy.”

“Huh?”

Phil took a beat and continued.

“You see … the freedom a being has is not in what kind of logic it want’s to follow, but what kind of BATSHIT one wants to manifest. Our freedom is the right to choose our own crazy in real time.”

“So what kind of crazy are you right now?” asked the waiter.

“Right now, I choose to believe that every point in a plane is its center. Every point in space is the center. Every self is a nothing. Not just NOTHING but “A” nothing. So, I am the center and so are you, and we can choose to create a cornucopia of realities to enjoy. And for me, the point is to LOVE THEM ALL IN REAL TIME. Especially, those that rend us helpless and broken beyond repair — those that make enlightenment unattainable in a specific lifetime. For those lives? Those are the TRUTH. Those are the bonus lives. Those are the lives that make freedom possible and to be most cherished. Only the greatest of madnesses can conquer them.”

The waiter face showed sign of deep concern for Phil’s sanity. And then he realized, Phil wasn’t sane by his own admission and went back to work.

Phil ate his meal. He paused and just felt the insanity that was the foundation of his sane selves across the multiverses. He felt it rage. He felt it calm.

Then he tapped a message into his A-11 and promptly teleported across the multiverse.