Thursday, March 29, 2012

30a0312 BLOK


29a0312 BLOK

I finally got some sun in Dunedin -- much needed as starving for such!  That bright orb 'out there' warming us!
How long do you think any living thing could last without It?  No wonder it's worshipped, and human sacrifices made 'two!'
Yet, we mess with It all the time, acting like 'God!'  We f____ with Nature, and then are surprised by the consequences which we call, 'An Act of God!'  (nee something to be punished for, as we know we're a bunch of unredeemable sinners!).
Our incredible temerity will be the last of us, if we don't change!

And time runneth out!

Can wo/men survive themselves, their Egos?

Stay tuned, for the exciting conclusion of 'We are, our own worst enemy!'

P.S.  The 'trick' is to purify mind/body!  Stop ingesting 'shit!'  And that's physically, mentally, and emotionally!

300312 BLOK / T.T.


300312 BLOK

Guess what?  America does manufacturer a product, amazing, nos?  And purchased here in a Chemist Store (pharmacy), ear plugs!  Made in USA!  That used to mean something, and can again!  What happened was, we went from one extreme (prosperity) to the other (poverty).  It's called enantiodromia.  Its Duality!  We need to learn to stay in the middle, balanced, with some prosperity and some poverty.
We, in Duality, can not have peace without war, and vice versa!
But, we must learn, develop, to get beyond this Samsaric Hell, to its opposite, Singularity.
How to?
Tantric Taoism, 'won' way, but 'knot' the only!  
Learn to get beyond wor(l)ds, where the Tao you think is the Tao, is 'knot' the 'Oat!'
Union with It!
But, the It you think is the It, is 'knot' the It!
Renoyin!
Love,
Devotion and
Surrender!
Let go!
Taken,
Subdued, and
Enslaved
To be loved unconditionally!

But the...

H. for T.T.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

29a0312 BLOK


29a0312 BLOK

I finally got some sun in Dunedin -- much needed as starving for such!  That bright orb 'out there' warming us!
How long do you think any living thing could last without It?  No wonder it's worshipped, and human sacrifices made 'two!'
Yet, we mess with It all the time, acting like 'God!'  We f____ with Nature, and then are surprised by the consequences which we call, 'An Act of God!'  (nee something to be punished for, as we know we're a bunch of unredeemable sinners!).
Our incredible temerity will be the last of us, if we don't change!

And time runneth out!

Can wo/men survive themselves, their Egos?

Stay tuned, for the exciting conclusion of 'We are, our own worst enemy!'

P.S.  The 'trick' is to purify mind/body!  Stop ingesting 'shit!'  And that's physically, mentally, and emotionally!

Bring me Blake!


"Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!"

William Blake

Renoyin! (#34)


Renoyin! (#34)

What shall we 'right' today?
What shall we say today?
What shall we eat today?
What shall we die today?
What shall we play today?
Work today?
Ride today,
What shall we create today,
Together 
At last,
Going back and forth,
And in and out,
'Orgasm' and birth'
Simultaneously,
Simultaneity!

Here's to unconditional love,
Beyond all feeling
'Won' in the same.
Here's to allowing and sharing,
Going back and forth,
Until
We are lost in each other,
'Knot noing,'
Which is 'witch,'
But, 'knot' really caring,
Either!

Simultaneity,  Union,

Renoyin!

Tantric Taoism -- it has 'know' name, beyond wor(l)ds!

PLAN TO 'PARA-THE-DIME!'


PLAN TO 'PARA-THE-DIME!'

1.  Things have to revert to being more local. That means reducing dependence on world-wide distribution of products.  Think, riding a bicycle as 'low carbon!'  It means a system that can survive on what it produces, including electricity (via wind and solar, other, tides and waves, etc.).  Sharing more, hoarding less!  This, the opposite of the 'Mr. Scrooge Syndrome!'  Give more, take less!

2.  Rebuild trust via integrity.  Isn't your good name worth something?  Example, the U.S. soldier who just killed 17 people… He has killed himself!

Of course, this requires people with consciousness to accomplish.

3.  Discover what's valuable beyond material (nee temporal) pleasure.  Note, instant gratification, masturbation, etc., dissipates as quickly as it '.coms!' 

4.  Money must cease to be people's God!

5.  Discover how discipline and denial (of sensual desires) lead to long-term peace of mind (or your definition of 'happiness,' etc.).

6.  Recognize your body is going, and consciousness will become 'won' with the 'hole,,' like the Buddhist's drop of water returning into the Oceans.  Union with the Tao, the Total!

7.  Ego consciousness, to overcome, was necessary in the evolution of people-kind… It created a Dual existence in which we could realize 'the Other.'  But, now the goal is to return to that 'state' animals have achieved, enlightened!

8.  How to?

9.  Tantric Taoism (One Way, but 'knot' the only Way.  You choose!)

The Magic Dragon (in a Water Dragon year)

27-290312 BLOK


27-290312 BLOK  It's about time to be moved!

What would cause me, walking down the street in Dunedin, New Zealand, to remember a small, distant event circa. 19__?  I'll have to try to remember the time at the 'Top of the Mark' Hopkins, and staying in that 5-star Hotel at the top on a green plaza.  San Francisco, the Bay Area, maybe America's most hip-cosmos. met.-areas in all of the many.  My father worked there in S.F. the 1930's, the St. Francis Hotel.  I think, Sally would remember?
I remember taking Joyce there, or she was staying there, when working for the rich guy (post Alpha  Bravo Charlie)?  Joyce where are you now?
Life all crazy connections, past, present, and future!
Anyway, I got wildly drunk at the Top, remembering the view, the ambience, swooned out of my mind!  
It was my romantic nature that got the best of me when young, the male Ego!  I thought I had arrived, once working for Alpha Bravo Charlie.  I'd had a plan for crossing 'Moon River,' and it worked speaking of movies!  it worked to a point of an extreme, that 'shot me back in the other direction at the speed of thought!' 
I went from perceived 'Heaven,' to 'reel' Hell!  But, I learned one valuable thing in the process, you can't get to 'Heaven,' without going through 'Hell!'  So, those who seek 'enlightenment' strap on your gear, check your weapon, as you're about to ride out into 'no-man's land!'   This is the Grail Quest, the 'connection' to It.
In the beginning we only think of ourselves, controlled by the Ego.  Humbled we return born emotionally to the needs of others!  
Remember the movie, '2001?' (S. Kubrick)  -- the FX-time-traveling sequence?  Then in another 'dimension'…  that's where we're trying to guide you 'too.'  
'On the Other side,' is a different myth, different symbols!
And it's about time, because
Time is space, and
It's about time to be moved

MY RICE DREAM!


MY RICE DREAM!  

Jan, I knew you would appreciate the following…

I lived with her for several months in Manitoid.  Ultimately, a mistake, but all is experience.
During that time we were drinking Mate with Rice Dream.
I must have taken more than my share,, as one day she 'exploded' and accused me of 'ripping her off.'  Petty, I thought, as I'd been doing many yard chores for the 'bed and Dream.'
Then, I introduced her to Tom, who really 'ripped her off,' including my good friend Teija.  Sad, as I'd tried to help Tom (unknown con artist when we met).  That's how naive I am, as met Tom at that downtown Christian organization (where I was working part time -- some elder program, I forget the name?).  I was trying to help Tom.  Note, no good deed goes unpunished!  And no bad deed punished!
In the midst of all this I came down with Shingles, a rather debilitating recurrence of Chicken Pox.  She ordered me out of her house when I had a temperature of 102.
Departing I noticed something in a waste basket (rubbish bin they call them here).  Two things made out of foam rubber, that women insert in their bras, for obvious reasons…  I cut them up and glued to my sole inserts as wanted more 'height' to help my fallen arches (always had problem feet).
To this day, they have lasted, some six years!  Better, every time I put on my shoes, I laugh about it!  That, I've been walking on 'breasts' for six years!
I never had any desire to have anything more with her than a friendly relationship, as too materialistic (in spite of her penchant for Native American mythology).  But, I shall always remember her for introducing me to the Sufi poet, Rumi!
Which again proves Taoism to me:  In something perceived as 'unpleasant,' there is always something 'pleasant.'  And as perceived as 'pleasant,' there is always some 'unpleasantness' too.  Most overlook, always projecting 'evil' onto the other!
Also, about C.S., I don't anyone ever knew…  I rented that small office in that old building in OCC.  This, where I met Jim and Marty, others.  It was inexpensive ($100 per), but had no bathing possibilities, a toilet, but no shower.
I'd go weeks without, or using the one where I worked (take care of the bums), and/or friends (I think you a time or two?).   Remember the house you shared with two other women, on the river, northeast? Way north.  In the four years I lived in C.S., I figured I saved something like $25,000U.S. in rent (an additional 'home').  Marty, by the way, was a big help in this regard.
And you're right, we met, me eating in that trendy restaurant, named, Karma, or Soma, or something new age?  Ah, the Tao!
Miss the old Nepali Restaurant buffet, as reasonable in price.  Last Dhal Bhat in Australia cost me $30Aus. / $32USD.!
But, I doubt you'll ever see my back in the U.S. of A., maybe…
In the meantime, join me at Machu Picchu.  I think Rotraut Boyens is coming, but could use your advice and counsel (vice versa0.  We ain't getting any younger!
I have only one more month in wet N.Z., and happy to depart.  People and food good here, but not a country for doing the kind of cycling I do (living on a bicycle).  It's for mountain bikers who can drive to the tracks.
And good tracks on both Islands, North and South!

H.

Monday, March 26, 2012

270312 BLOK, Shakespeare to Mill Town, to Dunedin (Gallic word for Edinburgh).


270312 BLOK, Shakespeare to Mill Town, to Dunedin (Gallic word for Edinburgh).

I get off at 1000, after taking a picture of Toni (standing at his wood stove).  I recommend the girls stay at Southern Comfort in iNvercargill.  But, I forget to tell them about the Powa in the refrigerator.
It's a sunny, but cool morning, feeling that through my vest and shirt.  The energy, however, is moving my way, and even on #1 Highway I slip along like a fish in water.
Interesting about Dunedin, as claiming 'city,' way before.  i see these signs, announcing Dunedin, three times, the last one the official National Government one.
I pass the road to take for the Airport.  
I'm seeing hills ahead of me.
It's something like 52Km / 30 miles from Milton to Dundee, and I must have done 40/20 of those in just 2:20, or two hours and twenty minutes.  Fast for me, at something like 17KMPH average.  I've even stopped many times for pictures.
Ahead of 'schedule,' I decide to see what's available at a small store (Chinese) / Cambodia 'Take away.'  I buy prepared food from the cabinet, an egg saled sandwich and a piece of, you guessed it, carrot cake.   A mistake were the 'Grain Waves,' too crunchy for my soft teeth.
I sat out on a bench, observing the comings and goings of rural Dunedin.
I observe a hitchhiker getting a ride.  No way I would have gotten in an automobile with these boys.  Again, why I travel on a bicycle.
Now comes the challenging part… No bicycles on the 'Motorway,' and a sign directing bicycles to the right and up a hill.  At the top, a sign directing a hard left, and down.  I think to myself, looking for a human to ask, this doesn't seem right… Why go up to only go down?
The sign to continuing ways 'Fairfield,' and I'm looking for Dunedin.  Oh, infrastructure people, think!
At the bottom I'm in the community of Mosgel.  Luckily, I stop an older cycling couple, and he elaborates how to get there.  Back up the hill the way I was going.
it gets worse.  They're out of sight when I finally get to the first top!
Then down into Fairfield and lost again.  Second 'guarding angels' are a father with two cycling daughters.  He says to follow him, and am I glad I did, as very tricky.
Note, getting in and out of cities, on a bicycle the challenging part, not the physical part.
Finally, maybe five more kilometers / three miles, he pulls over to explain the options.  I take the harder one up the hill, and maybe a mistake!  Wow, this was the steepest, longest hill so far in New Zealand.  Somehow I manage this 13% grade to the top!  My heart is pounding out of my chest!  But, I continue now coasting.
I'm looking for "Mailer,' and it's down to the right.  But, here I get my first good view of Dunedin, a city crowded (now) between the Bay and the hills.  It reminds me of San Francisco, except more compact.
I'm looking for High St., doubling back once, asking another.  I don't want to miss and have to crank up again!
Finally, to the left and a steep down.  I get off and brake, walking on the sidewalk.
I ask, nope, and continue.
Finally, way down (296), here it is, 'Backpackers,' and Cheryl (operating for 20 years!).  
The Chalet Backpackers (thanks to Toni), turns out to be an 'institution,' with many thanks in a hundred different languages on the Kitchen wall.
I bunk with two German guys (Holliday Work Visa), in a spacious room.  I take the one furthest and next to the windows.  I'm wondering is they snore?
I do all the rest, but first tea in the TV room!
I take a nap in the sun.
I cook an early spaghetti dinner.
I do all necessary business with Cheryl before 6P.M.  I meet two guys from Argentina.
I walk down into town and back to grocery shop.  
I walk through the Octagon (much sidewalk eating/drinking), and find 'Countdown,' as Cheryl had marked on the free map.
Food shopping, I both like and don't want to…  Of course, it's necessary, planning food concerning the weight of it, the cost.  I like simple, yet have a developed palate.  Eventually, 'Escalope de Veau, a la Creme,' is important!  A glass of good wine (and N.Z. has Sauvignon Blanc).  A special piece of Carrot Cake.  'Man does not live by bread alone!'
A female backpacker is shown to our room, and the only vacant bed (next to mine).  We say hello.
I  can't remember where I've put my IAC (paid Internet) card is, and go up and down the stairs, 1.5 times.  Guess what, it's in my right pocket, when I remember I've put it in my left pocket.  This is the game I play with 'myself?'  Always relieved when I find, I return to the couch in the dorm room.
The lady unpacks.
I decide to get into bed, as almost 8P.M.
I do the usual toss and turn until 11P.M. when they arrive.
They're all asleep in minutes, one German boy snoring loud enough.  I ponder what to do as it's the most irritating sound in the world to me?  What to drive me insane, strap me down, and make me listen to loud snoring!
Finally, my prayers are answered and he stops (miraculously).  There is a God in my world!
I manage some hours never getting up to go to the toilet.  A mistake.
I'm up at 0620, and rush to, barely making it.  
The shower room fan is noisy, as old and the filter older than me.
I make coffee, and start my eggs.  I watch the eggs boil this time, as in Bungi, I didn't and they exploded into a mess (I had to clean up.).
Now, after breakfast of boiled eggs, two blueberry muffins, and a banana, the sun shines into the dining room, lighting the coming day (Tuesday).
I will be staying in most of the day to write this, uploading, and all the other tasks of maintaining life on the road, to
find out!

Stay turned!

250312 Clinton to Milton


250312 Clinton to Milton

So interesting to me at the towns of Gore and Clinton not that far a part in N.Z.  I wonder if Al and Bill know…?
In my Pub (name?) Hotel backpacker room I'm happily alone and snug against the rain.   I sleep in 'till 0650.
I cook my oatmeal porridge in the microwave for the first time ever -- it spills over and makes a mess to clean (Note, I am a good 'professional guest.').  But, there's no other heat except my camping stove, and I don't want to break it out.  Great bathtub the night before, now not much in their hallway makeshift 'kitchen.'
The sky to the east (my direction this day) is partly, as always.  If the sky is clear in N.Z., it's not going to be that way for long.
I take care of Mr. Fetes, load up, taking pictures of beautiful 'downtown' Clinton before departing  -- I shall send to Bill.  I have only 30KM to Baicultha.  But, again it's up and down.  Slow up, faster down, but, with the help of some wind, I'm there in two hours.  I stop and take pictures several times nee www.cyclingpeace.org
What am I cycling, but Mr. Fetes and James B.  
It's Sunday, but we find a restaurant open and decide to stop for a hot lunch.  We have pumpkin soup with garlic bread, and a good piece of carrot cake.
'Two' become 'won,' 'won' becomes 'too!'

In the canyons of the frey,
We did a day!
What 'I' wasn't aware of became
Life,
Everlasting!

I watch a young couple, him having lunch, she just observing, laughing on cue!  Women know how to beguile that seed, they become what men respond to:  someone interested in them.  She's cute, with an ankle bracelet, smart hair and dress.  Him tall, thin, and hungry, she fantasized him devouring her.  It works!  And thus, over-population, this 'Nature's Joke!'  Kid's are a 24/7X2 endeavor!  Ever observe couples with young children?  Older couples grown bored with each other…  they don't even talk.
I'm off at 1 P.M.
Baicutha calls itself 'The Land of the Big River.'  But damned if I don't know the name!  It was wide, and I have pictures, an old fashion concrete arch (maybe 6) bridge, with a  protected walking/cycling track.  I pushed.
Then up and down, roller-coasting cycling!
I could smell rain, but not hail!
I get to Milton (named Mill Town, nee miltown, nee John Milton.  The Hostel, was on Shakespeare St.  First glance producing a warm feeling of 'yes,' its orange glow the sun!  But, no one minding the store.  What to do?  Wait.
It's 2:40 in the afternoon with gathering clouds (from the southwest).
I sit in the sun for ten minutes, then clouds.
A crack of thunder, a signal to seek shelter.  I close one front bag, full of food, but don't cover Mr. Fetes.
I retreat to an alcove, just in time as it begins to rain, and then HAIL, and we're talking 1"-in-diameter stones -- large enough to hurt or damage.  It 'climaxes,' and then shovels back where it came from, its opposite (enantiodromia).
'Toni' shows up, and happy to see -- in the meantime the no hail rain slackens.  He's been out riding his motorcycle.
After the drill, we have tea.  
This guy, Toni, from Switzerland (around Loosersoon).  He ends up understanding us, one of the few in the world!  We share much from Jung, to Buddha, to Jesus, to Catholicism (brought up as one).  He, a fellow cyclist, on a one-speed India bicycle (steel and heavy), makes it over one of the highest road passes in the world, at 5,600M /  18,000ft. ASL.  Try it sometime, and if you survive you'll have pictures!
We've done the same, or nearly the same -- Pass on the N.E. corner of Kora Kang Ripoche 5,500M, and a stunning sight, it looming over you like a thousand Gods!  I think the highest cycling over was 5,200M ASL.  But, challenging enough, I mean all of them a 'bitch' for me!  Sometimes pushing near the top.
Years ago in Tibet, being driven (in an automobile) we went over a newly constructed dirt road to 'the pass,' supposedly the 'highest,' and I'll never forget the sight west:  some snarling, snowy mountains (basically saying 'don't come this way').  We retreated the same way we'd wound up.  But, Tibetan drivers will scare the shit out of you, as seeming fearless (stupid) on mountain roads.  This guy, saving RMB, put it in neutral, turning the engine off (coasting).  Well, what if the brakes fail.  I pressed my thumbs together.  It's why I cycle mostly, I'm completely responsible for me.  I don't have to assume the driver hasn't had a bad day, and has forgotten to fuel up, or check the brakes.  A bicycle is a relatively simple thing compared, and I'm getting to be a better mechanic, at least sight checking.  My Asia, sons and daughters spoiled me, just like I knew!
Anyway…
Toni and I are simpatico, on just about everything, he's 56, and I'm 72.  He's cycled in Nepal and done the Annapurna 'Circuit.'  Although, I'm informed the Chinese are building a road, and it's nee 'Disneyland Annapurna,' next!
We've (the world) got a terminal case of 'Materialism!'  This is what cancer really is, our cells gone wild after being 'drugged' (polluted)!  I would echo the words of Alan Price in O Lucky Man, 'Money, justice!  Money, Justice, Money, Just us!'  What a work of art, this 1972, motion picture, Lindsay Anderson directing/slapping, Malcolm MacDowell, story/protagonist.
Toni, into good nutrition, a vegetarian, offers brown rice and vegetables right out of his garden.  
He's been there 16 years.  A former church he's converted it into a Hostel.  He warms and cooks on two different wood stoves (owns 20 acres up somewhere, and his own wood).  He's almost 'off the grid,' a Luddite of sorts.  
He has three Dalai Lama sayings on the wall.
He talks of being 'happy,' what 'happiness' really is…  Yet, he might not understand that his 'happiness,' might not be 'mine.'  I avoid elaborating.
I agreed, in fact… Reduce your dependence on the Infrastructure, some day it's going to fail.
Two German girls arrive for the night.  Toni has worked it out where they're in another dorm room, with mine waiting for Chinese.  
The two German girls try juggling, as Toni a teacher.  He reminds me of 'Model Wang,' in Xining.  
I go to my own lower bunk early, trying to figure out my all night toilet drill.  I have my bottle standing by.  The Chinese never show.  I never have to urinate in my bottle.

240312 BLOK / T.T.


240312 BLOK / T.T.

In and out,
Night and day,
The Honeymoon continues!

Man and woman,
Male and female,
Low and high,
Wet and dry,
Sun and shadow,
Hungrey and satiated,
Flat and thin,
Dirty seeks clean, and
Vice versa.
Win and lose,
High and low,
Cold and hot,
Such is not,
Dog and cat,
Rat and bat,
Alive and dead,
Seeing red,
And blue,
Oh, wouldn't you?

The Honeymoon continues,
In B.L.P.!

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23b0312 BLOK / T.T.


23b0312 BLOK / T.T.

Those who develop and practice their own system, for making the 'great transition,' have a better one, a better 'Other.'
No longer 'to things,' but 'won thing!'

We needed this body consciousness to 'no' the Other.
Animals, ahead, already 'their!'

Tantric Taoism

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23a0312 BLOK


23a0312 BLOK 

How many Hostels (in New Zealand) have art-glass lamps, antique furniture, private bathrooms with heat lamps (and soap)?  How many Hostels have wooden bunk beds with new-age mattresses?  Maybe in Viborg, Denmark.  How many have their own WIFI system that works?  A washing machine, without a coin-box.  How many are an old single-family, one-hundred years old house (located in a residential neighborhood)?  How many of them have a Claude Monet print hanging on the wall, a Doll House in the backyard?
How many, where you can get a young Canadian 'partners,' to get so upset having discovered you pissed into a bottle in the middle of the night, they complain to the owner?
You meet all cans in public Hostels, although these are people with money who can afford to travel.  In the the case of N.Z., you have many young Europeans who have come for summer weather.  By in large, a disappointing group, or is this just grandfather's generation gap?  They can't follow directions, they don't clean up after themselves, they have meaningless conversations (WHEN NOT STARING AT THEIR MOBILE SCREEN).  These are 'virtual' people!
Ah youth… I wonder if I was this unconscious, so involved?
Give me better people any day!

When in iNvercargill, N.Z. stay at the Southern Comfort Hostel, note picture above.  But, don't urinate into a bottle of the middle of the night, unless you want to be called, 'disgusting!' 
I feel sorry for this young unhappy Canadian couple.  Can you imagine them having a baby…?

BlOK 230312


BlOK 230312

Where you located at?  I'm located at Matura, NZ.  Where you located at?

'I' observe my CBA (Chinese Basketball Association) nylon shorts disintegrating right before my eyes (on my body).  Entrophy nee enantiodromia unraveling the thread.  Order seeking disorder, health seeking disease.  'I' try to keep my shorts and me together, yet life slips away every day!
In our Dual existence you can't have 'won' with out the other!
If we are born fresh and new, the body goes used, ultimately worn out (if you have years).  Such is the nature of this existence.
But, there can be 'victory,' over the grave!  If, and a big IF, if you can learn how to identify with the Spirit, the non-material, (while you still have body consciousness) you will have a better 'transition' (the shedding of the body).
You lose the material, but you gain the spiritual, the 'hole!'
So, don't wait for the big 'surpass,' start now!
Now, now, and NOW, is the time, as you can 'lose the body,' at any moment, we don't know when…

Tantric Taoism

BLOK 22a0311


BLOK 22a0311

I'm a 'neo-communist' who wants to bring back more sharing!  That doesn't mean oppressive dictators, just more sharing (simple).  This, not a politico-econo political party or even a complete solution to the world's challenges.  Just more sharing!  This doesn't mean people like Stalin, or Mao, or Putin, just more sharing between people!  My cry would be, 'Long Live Chairman Sharing!  George 'Sharing,' I believe his name was?
Instead of taking more for yourself, try giving more to others!  I know a radical idea whose time may not have come!  But, at least try!
Try to give more and take less, this includes of your time.  
People don't have time for anyone anymore, as they rush hither and yon, only to make themselves and others unhappy!
It's a sad state of affairs we've all help to create!
But, can't we all try to change?  To grow?  To evolve?  To accept differences, and not be frightened by them?
To try to worship a different God besides money?
Isn't there something more glorious than money?
Isn't there another way besides consumerism?
Aren't there leaders out there that might think of the greater good, than filling their own pockets?
John Lennon asked if we couldn't 'imagine that?'
I can!
Can you?

At least try!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

220312 BLOK


220312 BLOK

The following episode actually happened, this very morning...
'That's disgusting!'  the young man responded, this after asked if I 'urinated' into a bottle in the night!  I'm told by the young woman that if I did, I should have my own room!  This, from the young man who snores and keeps me up all night!   I need not explain anything else, but to speak generally.
The youth of the world, and we have only ourselves to blame, are disappointing!  Except, and I relate from experience, the youth of China, who are respectful, kind, helpful having venerated age!  So, give me Chinese children any time over western children (spoiled, unhappy, disrespectful).  What's 'disgusting' is their behavior! 
Yesterday, I spent cycling around iNvercargill area, the airport, train station, south toward Bluff, and the Estuary.
The weather was sunny and being out among the birds, the sun, the openness, was wonderful.
I took pictures, of course.  The Black Swan lives here, as well as, Perth, Australia.  These are the kinds of things you discover by bicycle, all at www.cyclingpeace.org
it was a perfect day of discovery, from Black Swans to Bert Monroe, 'The Fastest Indian in the World!' 
Recommended that you, if ever in iNvercargill, stop and visit the Hayes Hammer Hardware Store.  'If we don't have it, it doesn't exist1'  their motto.  Plus, a museum for motorcycles.  It's the most unique hardware store I've been in, in my life!
In fact, iNvercargill, 'neounique' itself!
I cranked around, stopped at the Food Plaza, bought flowers for Margaret, and then went to their flat on Horriet St.   Got there early as always, as always planing ahead, my broadcasting and military career training.   I thought Margaret would be there, but was attending her women's group social/serious-business meeting.  Carl's a good cook, and his dinner turned out to be mostly vegetables from Margaret's vegetable garden (see picture).
Wade, Carl's nephew, gave me a warm wool sweater!  Wow, I'm blessed, with such kindness.  I doubt I would be chided by either Carl or Wade for pissing in a bottle in the middle of the night!
It's the young (unconscious) nee unhappy (with material success) ones, that are a potential problem.  But, again, maybe we set a bad example?
Certainly, I was a 'maniac' when I was young!  But, as we might say in Taoism, 'no insanity, no sanity!'  So, there's hope for these two 'partners.'
How can you get to heaven, without going through hell?

220312 BLOK / T.T.


220312 BLOK / T.T.

We cling to our bodies (egos) as if life depended on it!  What is life, but a wor(l)d we create when we conger…  The 'life' you call the 'life,' is 'knot' the life!  We don't need a body to 'live!'

We are something greater than the body/ego!

So, don't be afraid of 'shedding the body' (part) to gain the 'hole!' 

Ni ming bai ma?

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

message to Jan

About the 'zeitgeist,' in the world... I know, but 'Made in America!'  Even China going down the same 'deadend' materialism, nee money is God, and economic 'crash' for-sure road!

Will we ever learn (evolve)?  This is why I'm not sanguine about woemanity... We don't!

But, then again being an optimist still, 'no' that something will happen to further life.  It may not be the same exact model, but hopefully something more conscious.  We seem very low 'on the ladder' to me, as still brutally killing each other!  Maybe it's just Nature's way of cleansing itself -- let's hope?

210312 BLOK / T.T.


210312  BLOK / T.T.

Shakespeare:
"The web of our lives is a mingled yarn, good and ill together, our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues."
This is a very Taoist statement in that you can't have anything without its opposite!  And we're constantly going 
back and forth,
Until we are 
Lost in
Each other,
'Knot noing'
Which is which,
'Butt' not really caring1

Tantric Taoism

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Mr. Peter Land, 18 March 2012


18 March 2012
Mr. Peter Land
Catholic Worker's Farm
Whirinaki
Northland, No. Isl., N.Z.
(postal code ?)
Dear Mr. Land,
I'm somewhat remiss having not written to you before now.  But, mailing a paper letter (versus) email almost strange to me (now).  I have to first compose, then print out at a shop (my handwriting illegible), and then take to KIWI Post.  Further complicating such is living/traveling on a bicycle.  So, please forgive, as I don't want to lose touch with you.  I value our relationship.
I've enclosed $25NZD (cash) in order you might mail one of your books to a N.Z. friend:
Mr. John Cowie
21 Cowie Road
Winton/Centre Bush,
So., Isl., New Zealand
Note, I try to introduce people to Taoism in some form, one way or the other.
I'm hoping this letter finds you well?  I know growing older (from my own experience) is challenging.
I've just completed cycling N.Z., north to south, going over the two highest highway passes (Crown Range Pass at 1076M ASL the highest).  
Unfortunately, I picked the wrong summer as locals say this the worst summer in terms of weather (rain and wind) in memory.  But, you take what Nature offers, as it has something in mind.
I'm currently in Invercargill, where they say they've had the best summer, as little rain (almost drought).  So, I went north to south, when I should have gone south to north, but hindsight is brilliant.  And maybe if I had, we wouldn't have met.
The So. Isl. is drier, browner, with fewer Maori people.  It's also been crammed with European travelers as they like coming to summer during their winter.  
Queenstown, is in a beautiful setting, but too commercial.  It's all about jumping off bridges tethered to a rubber band, para-gliding, and other crazy 'cheap thrills' (for much money of course).  But, at always I go to experience, as in Taoism:  There's always something 'go(o)d' in something 'bad,' and something 'bad,' in something 'go(o)d!'   In the case of Queenstown, I met some good and interesting people in a Hostel where there were many of these European 'backpackers.'  But, I met a Japanese boy there that needed $ help.  All of these because I'd met a French cyclist on the highway near Christchurch.
Soon, I will be on my way north to Auckland, to fly to South America, May 3rd.
In the meantime, wishing all good to everyone there!

F.A. Hutchison
cycling the world!


Monday, March 19, 2012

20a0312 BLOK, Invercargill


20a0312 BLOK, Invercargill 

is INTERESTING!
I THINk of all the communities I've visited in N.Z., in the last 5.5 months, Invercargill is the most interesting, for several reasons.
First of all, it's unique,
Unique, having saved all their old buildings,
Fewer people (manageable)!
Trendy, real people, some
Not all that conscious, but then again,
What to do?
There are artists here,
Farmers,
Bikers,
Travellers,
Sailors,
Hot rodders,
Cyclists,
Kind and generous people!
Q-Town versus 'I-Town for scenery,
Invercargill versus Queenstown for people/community.
They ought to use the small i for the name:
iNvercargill.
My friend, Carl, born iNverCARLgill,
We met his cousin (?) Wade,
With his motorbike,
And I saw another very similar later,
When I was at the iNvercargill Water Works, 1888,
THE TOWER,
The most amazing looking water tower I've ever seen constructed out of red brick.
I just wish I knew the architectural style?  I stared at it, a time machine, shifting me suddenly to some earlier time in England.  The afternoon Equinox sunlight.  What a combination!  I took a picture of this and available to see at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/
It turned out to be a wonderful day thanks to Carl, Wade, and Mayor Tim!
Other pictures are of a metal/rock sculpture on Esy St., a plaque on the plinth explaining it was First Prize at iNvercargill's Centennial Sculpture Competition.
Entitled… 'A Blade of Grass is Strength.'  But, I wonder… Is the plant associated, grass?  it looks like some kind of grass.
Then the best Raison-Bran muffins at Starbucks!
I'm in 'heaven,' but…
'The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But, I have promises to keep, and
Kilometers to go, before we sleep!' 
(Robert Frost).

P.S.  New Zealanders need to stop using plastic bags!  There's a place way out in Xinjiang, A.R., far western China, near Kashgar/Kashi.  I cycled on a highway there, west about 30KM.  There is a plastic-bag 'forrest' I took a picture of… Dead, or bare scrub trees (this is desert), the 'leaves' consisting of millions of colorful plastic bags.  Want that here in N.Z.?  In this incredibly picturesque environment (N.Z.), there's too much trash on the highways, too much 'road kill!'  'Slow down!'  Don't kill us touring cyclists 'out there,' we spend money here!

iNvercargill,
The Magic Dragon (the year of)
who can't live near any 'see.'

20312 BLOK / T.T.


20312 BLOK / T.T.  

The Equinox, is in a 
Box top,
Follow?

The Games that 'I' 
Play with myself:
'I' move things!
'I' can't find them!
'I' search for them,
The Game!

The Vernal Equinox (Northern Hemisphere),
The Autumnal Equinox (Southern Hemisphere),
Going
Back and forth in 
Du-
Al-
Li-
Ty.

The Game is to lose
Your Du-al mind!
You are only 'won,'
Indivisible from the
Total!

'Butt,'

You have to get beyond words, as the 
Total you think is the Total,
Is 'knot' the 
Total!

Renoyin!

'Tantric Taoism'

But…

It's Don Juan's 'Stopping the World!'  (Carlos Casteneda)

Renoyin!

Bu….

B…
..
.

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Sunday, March 18, 2012

19a0312 BLOK / T.T.


19a0312  BLOK / T.T.

We will save huwo/manity from extinction!
And there's a reason,
Consciousness 'noing' the truth!
Evil doesn't want us to 'no,'
Wants to keep us in the dark (Hell),
While the goal is
God consciousness,
The Light,
Being the Light beyond words, as in,
The Light you call the Light, is 'knot' the Light!

The 'Light' is within you!
The 'Light' is with you!
(sayeth, The Rock)

Tantric Taoism

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199312 BLOK / T.T.


199312 BLOK / T.T.

Laws create lawyers.
Illness creates doctors.
Have 'nun!'
Be as such to need no laws.
Health is lifestyle!

Accept yourself as fallible.
Forgive, move on, give up, Let go!
Become seduced by 'It,'
Subdued by 'It,'
Enslaved by 'It,'
To be loved,
Unconditionally!

Perfection is in accepting imperfection.
Get in the middle,
The Middle Way.
Balance in Duality
Gets you to Singularity,
Going back and forth,
Until we are lost in
Each other,
'Knot noing' 
Which is which,
'Butt knot' really caring!

Renoyin!

'Tantric Taoism'

200312 BLOK


200312  BLOK

I'm in Invercargill (bottom of the South Island), N.Z's most southern (cold) city the home of their popular Mayor, Tim Shadbolt..  An old friend of Carl's we're suppose to meet him, as he…  He's an old 'Hippie,' and old hippies never die, they just get re-elected.  
Note, the climate here at the 'bottom,'  of N.Z., is 'sub-Antarctic' (at roughly 47-degrees south latitude).  This is probably the closest I'll ever get to Antarctica, some 3K KM / 2K miles south of here.
Speaking of politics (the last refuge of scoundrels), and the U.S. election (for president (2012), it's depressing to me what's going on, the immaturity, the absolute stupidity of us (U.S. citizens) even considering the candidates as possibilities.  But, as I write so often it's not them that's the problem but us (as they are a reflection of).  
In all my life, I could never imagine America going 'down the tubes' as it is.  But, I think it's a facet of Capitalism that has 'dumbed us down,' into a bunch of spoiled brats that expect something for nothing, and are borrowing ourselves into oblivion!  The whole system is a fraud (watch the 'Zeitgeist' series at www.zeitgeist.com).  America, the political-economic system, needs to 'crash!'   Right now we're just clinging to 'life rafts, in freezing cold water.'  I liken America to the sinking of the Titanic.  Note, I just read that the moon caused the tragedy.  I guess we will blame the moon again, when America finally crashes!
What went wrong?  We became too $ rich, too spoiled, too indulgent, too arrogant, and all too fast!  Capitalism seems to bring out the worst in people (R.M.), not the best!  We need an economic system that brings out the best!  But, what is that?  Something that rewards, integrity, generosity, kindness, and 'doing unto others as we would wish them to do unto us!'    Is this a 'resource-based' economy a la 'The Venus Project?'  I don't know.  I only know that we're going through a 'sea change,' and it's 'swim or sink' time.  
The Christians hope for 'The Second Coming,' that a 'savior' is required, and they may be right.  We can't seem to evolve fast enough to outlive our stupidity (Carl Sagan).  But, trust me, the Earth won't miss us when we're gone (extinct).  
But, is there an 'Earth' without us?  No.  Does the tree in the forest make a noise if no one is there to 'hear' it?  No.  Shakespeare:  
"The Great Globe itself,
Yea, all which it has begot shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a trace behind!
We are such stuff that dreams are made of!"
Shakespeare was prophetic!
It's all a 'mind construct!'

Saturday, March 17, 2012

How Come?


How Come?

How come I'm me and 'knot' you?
How come I think the Way 'I' (we) do, and 'knot' like you?
How come?
How come 'I' look the Way 'I' do,
Different from you?
How come?
How come our destiny is different?
'I' ride a bicycle,
You drive, using petrol,
Thinking that's O.K., 'I have to!'
How come?
I want to discuss Eros, you Logos?
How come?
Gossip and stuff,
Money honey,
It's become God!
Going fast, 'escaping' 'tis but an illusion!
Think less, not more, a whore!
Human Nature?  No,
Beforehavior!
How come?
How come after millions of years
We still like killing,
Drilling into our Mother,
Rationalizing,
For more.

How come?

What Does It Matter?


What Does It Matter?

A green bug on St. Partrick's Day,
Certainly James B.
I can plainly see!
Our Spirit is all things
Only the 'Myth of the Garden,' separates!
We know better or worse,
Our existence twisted
Alive - dead,
What does it matter?

(Some advice for older people:  Stop identifying with the material body, as it goes!)

Shakespeare said it best (400 years ago):

'"he great Globe itself,
Yea, all which it begets
Shall dissolve
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a trace behind!
We are such stuff as dreams are made of!"

Friday, March 16, 2012

1403 - 170312 BLOK


1403 - 170312 BLOK, Queenstown to Invercargill (the southern most city in N.Z.)

After eight days in Q-Town, time to move on.  Sufficed as I was to see, and to know, my curiosity about N.Z.'s premiere adventure town, had been quenched.  The best part, besides the good food, bicycle expertise, and getting my tent pole repaired (by Jonathan at Small Planet), was developing a relationship with Lee Cook, a 21-old computer guy from the Isle of Man.  He just happened to be in the 'Ski Room' at Bungi Backpackers.  Note, all the rooms named at Funky Bungi.
I had helped 'Watch,' and was feeling good about that, even though I never really understood (Asians always inscrutable) what he was all about.   However, if I'm ever in Hiroshima, Japan, I will look him up (as invited to stay at his house).
I think the best part of traveling the way I do is meeting people, and people from all over the world.
I was up by 0700, cold as it was.  But, I opted not to turn on the electric heater in our room, as I thought it would awaken people.  I'd showered the night before, taking Lee's advice.
I did the usual 'drill,' (packing, eating breakfast, cleaning and lubing the bicycle chain/loading Mr. Fetes, etc.)  And about the time of departure Lee showed up with a chicken sandwich for my lunch.  We took some group pictures, parting with the usual good wishes and warnings to be careful.  I always part by wishing 'Safe travel!' 
On the way out, I noticed my front brakes not working, and checking discovered the pad on the right, the safety pin (remember months ago in Matapouri, losing/finding it on Bruce's property).  I asked Pam (Jay's girlfriend) if she had another, but no after checking).  I wasn't worried as Frankton, a small commercial community was on the way to stop and solve.
I was rolling by 10:15, and in Frankton in maybe 20 minutes.
In Frankton, I stopped for cash, and then at a pet shop the woman produced a safety pin.
I took Highway #6, heading for Invercargill.  This a lovely route as if follows Lake Wakaputi (? -- Note, all the Maori names baffle me.)  The only problem, of course, the usual too much vehicular traffic.  But, if they're weren't motor vehicles there wouldn't be good highways, and then I couldn't do… All life is a trade off!
But, this turned out to be a perfect cycling day, as sunny, with the wind (from the N.E.) pushing us along as in 'engine.'
I stopped for lunch, ate Lee's sandwich and a banana.  I basked in the sun for almost an hour.  It's unusual for me to stop in the middle of the day, but I've been 'sun starved' in N.Z.   Plus, my goal only 50KM, and a community called Kingston at the bottom of the Lake.
I was in Kingston by 3P.M.   It's basically nothing more than one petrol station, a restaurant (selling groceries), a caravan park, and a steam train.  I figured out, it's probably a summer home for those in Invercargill, only a 2-3 hour drive in a motor vehicle (something like 180KM / 110 miles).
Pushing to the Caravan Park, a man stopped to tell me about the train, and that I should hurry as departing in 4 minutes.  I turned into the Park, and rented a tent site for $20.  I wasn't interested in the train, as grew up with them (my father's love).
This Caravan Park turned out very good, as few people, and good facilities.  I was the only tent in my area, near a babbling brook.
The afternoon sun, was alined perfectly, and I lay in my tent (in the sun) and took a nap.
Later I walked to the store and bought some Wattie's tomato sauce, and one banana.
Back in 'The Internet Cabin,' I put a 2-dollar coin into the 'Internet machine,' and sent Jim (in Auck.) a message about arriving packages.
After dinner of rice, with the cold wind as a warning, I put on my Icebreaker long underwear, and got into my sleeping bag.
During the night it got progressively colder, me adding clothing, until I was wearing everything I could.  I even took my fleece blanket (found in the trash weeks ago) and put it on top of my sleeping bag.  I found out later, it got down to 0 C., that morning.  Note, this is summer in N.Z.
I've made several big mistakes cycling in N.Z., and one of them was having my summer bag, when I needed my down one, and vice versa.  
One Swiss couple, a German couple, a German girl, and an English man all showed up eventually.  I slept in 'till 0730, then went to the Kitchen to make breakfast.  I immediately turned on their electric heater.
Antony, from London, and I were simpatico, so I committed to helping him with his trip to the U.S.  I also passed on the tip about the mopic., 'Zeigeist.'
I was slow getting out, as had to let the tent dry in the sun, not rolling on the highway until 1115.

Kingston to Lumsden (60KM)

I had the wind helping in the A.M., so I 'zipped' along in a warm sun.  Of course, I was closely observing my new Continental touring tires, and trying to assess how they performed, if they made going easier -- I think they do...  But, when you spend money you're likely to go with 'the program!'
I stopped at Garsten, N.Z's 'most Inland town.'  I thought to myself, this is where I'd live in N.Z., not only inland, but 300M / 1,000ft. ASL. Note, every community in the world makes some claim to set it a part from the others (see picture of the sign at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/.  There was a Hotel, and a shop selling honey, a garage of course.  After using the public toilet I headed south again on Highway, #6, Lumsden the day's goal. 
At a community called Anthol, I happened to stop at a Cafe for lunch (old and woody it was thus inviting).  This turned out to be a wise choice, the vegetable quiche and carrot cake maybe the best in all of N.Z.!  Sitting outside in their 'patio in the sun,' I enjoyed both.  I asked about the name 'Anthol,' 'but no one can agree where it came from' to be the name of the community.  I quickly shifted from Garsten to Anthol, as my #1 'inland' place (so fickle am I)!  I think I was there for 45:00 minutes, before 'hitting the trail again.'   Note, it's unusual for me to stop and eat lunch at a restaurant no less, but I've learned to 'stop and eat the flowers along the way.'
On the road again, I noticed building clouds, the wind now out of the southwest (against me).  I should have known the sun wouldn't last.  There were some hills to climb, the ridges coming off a 1400M / 4.500ft. peak.   But, as I turned east the wind started helping.  Plus, when I got up higher, the vista to the right (Southwest) was what I long for… these 'wide open spaces!'  
I got stuck behind a farm tractor for a time, but being cautious thought better to pass.  He turned off after a time, and going down, I was in Lumsden about 4:30P.M. (1630 hours).  Now, the wind and clouds were beginning to be forbidding.  I passed a camp ground on the right, but wanting to be indoors if it rained, and kept going.
In town I noted the seedy looking Lumsden Hotel -- every little town in N.Z. has an old hotel, a 'pub Hotel I call them, with a bar, but no Internet -- some of these are good, some not so. I thought about it,  but opted to ask at the 'i' tourist site.  I cranked through the commercial area, but couldn't find such.  The woman at the Library, was helpful, however.  She pointed out a Motel I'd missed, and explained about the campground (the one I'd passed on the way into town), that it had 'cabins.'   Suddenly, I was interested in the Campground.  I bought some groceries at the food market, then cranked back, into a stiff wind, to investigate.
The Campground was deserted except for one truck with a fancy (expensive) tent-camper.  There was no one in the office, but signs on the walls explained what to do, that the smaller cabin cost $30 per.  Both the cabins were locked, so I asked the one resident what to do.  
This guy, whose name I never got, turned out to be interesting.  Not, only did he help by calling the 'manager,' but they next day shared much information about fishing in N.Z.  Additionally, because he lives in the Christchurch, I learn much about the recent earthquakes.
At the same time, a neighbor drove up and offered me a bed in his house.  I'm less likely to take people up on these invitations, as the evening turns out to be an investment in socializing (explaining my story).
I waited for the manager in the Kitchen.  While I'm waiting a pretty woman with children drives up and asks if she can fill her water bottles.  Then a lone man arrives, and I explain the situation.  After investigating he finally drives off as 'having a bed at a friend's house somewhere.'
Finally, an aboriginal-looking woman arrives, and gets the key for me.  She explains when I depart in the morning to put the money and the key in the 'Honesty Box' (slot).  Turns out she was born in New Guina, so I know the Australian Aboriginals came through there, 50,000 years ago.
I move into the tiny 'cabin,' parking Mr. Fetes in the Kitchen.  The cabin has a combination pull-out couch, above a bunk bed.  I opt to pull out and sleep on, having a 'lumpy,' albeit warm, night. The wind builds, and builds.  I hear it whistling through the trees, maybe gusting to 50KMPH.  I'm warm and dry, and feeling a bit smug that I opted for $30 inside versus $15 outside (in my tent).   Note, I've been in my tent in similar situations, and although dry, less warm.
By 0400 it's raining hard enough to awaken me, and this continues until 0900.  I stay in bed, sleeping later than I ever have before.
When the rain slackens I get dressed and go to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Here the 'fishing man,' no doubt lonely, 'drops his list,' (as Dick H. would say), enlightening me about N.Z. fishing, Christchurch, earthquakes, Australia, where he has another house, and generally what's wrong with the world!  I listen.  At some point he sets up his iPad, and online shows me pictures of his Christchurch mansion.  Of course, he's so proud of it, I'm never invited to his house.  
Later, he drives off in his GMC truck, waving, on the way to Invercargill for the day.
I load up and go.
In town I find a pay telephone and call John (and Rhonda) in Winton (where they have my 'lost' gloves at their farm).  During the conversation, he invites me to spend the night!
What a contrast between the rich man, and the Cowies!  John and Rhonda Cowie, who'd turned around to stop and to help me when they noticed I had a flat tire. This, two weeks prior and the reason I ended up in Wanaka, giving me the opportunity to cycle over the highest sealed highway in N.Z. (1076M) Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when we 'inadvertently' leave possessions in other people's automobiles!  But, thank God 'I'd' done so, as meeting them, knowing them, staying with them on their farm, such pleasure.  You can have all the $ rich people in the world, the 01%.  I'll take people with less, that know how to share!  I'm suppose to call again when at Centre Bush, and they will meet me there.
The terrain opens up into a wide valley, and with dissipating overcast my spirits rise.  This is farm country for sure, 'more cows and sheep' than people!
Besides the building traffic (nearing Invercargill), the ride is easy and uneventful.
I arrive in Centre Bush about 3P.M. (1500 hours).  There's nothing there except a 'gallery,' and a petrol station/Kiwi Post/Cafe.  I buy a packaged muffin, with machine coffee, 'only' $5 (I remember when you could buy a cup coffee for .10 cents.  Then, having no pay telephone, the woman calls the Cowies from their telephone.  They'll be there in 30 minutes.  Perfect, timing, giving me a chance to rest and partake of the muffin/coffee.  There's a place to sit, and I read the local paper (full of farm news).
They arrive on time, and we load up Mr. Fetes in their truck.
The Cowies are 4th Generation New Zealanders, and have had the 1K acre farm for more than one hundred years.  The house, rebuilt in 1936, is a home, having raised three kids.  My room/bed, like a 4-star hotel.  
We sit in their kitchen/family room and have afternoon tea.  Afterwards, John takes me on a tour of the place, ending up high on a hill. The vistas are bucolic, rich in green, cows and sheep in every direction.  See the pictures at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/
Dinner is blue cod, a solid farm meal.  But, the treat is a banana split for dessert!  I haven't had such for years, and I had to take a picture of (also in the 'Gallery' at www.cyclingpeace.org )  They can't do enough for me (probably all guests)!  Note, I'm always humbled as this kind of loving-kindness!
I luxuriate in a hot bath, then 'melt' into bed.
My life runs the gamut from 'rough' to the luxurious, from cold and wet, to warm and soft.  I can't count the number of different beds I've slept in, during my life time, but I'm sure the number is in the hundreds.  I can barely surmise the number of houses I've lived in, most likely approaching one hundred.  
Some people like the same (familiar), I like different (unfamiliar).  Some people only know one flag with borders.  I'm a citizen of the world without borders.  People are surprised when I tell them I'm not returning to the country of my birth.  When they ask, 'Where are you from,' my reply, 'Planet Earth, where are you from?'  Note, Asians are particularly 'local,' hardly ever able to 'escape' the confines of family.  My family… the 'family of mankind.'   Blood is not thicker than water, in my case!
I hear the Cowies get up at 0700, as I'm already awake.  I get dressed and join them for breakfast.  We share some 'intimacies,' as friends, rather than just hosts and guest.  I reveal some of my life (sex, drugs, and rock n roll) as so different from theirs .  Rhonda prepares a sandwich for me to take for lunch. This with bread she's just pulled out of the machine.  She also offers a ride into Invercargill as going in later, but I decline.  I know if I start riding in a motor vehicle (too much) I'll start wanting more and more of the same, until… 
After pictures, I retrace the route driven the afternoon before.  The first couple of kilometers are gravel, but I'd wanted to test my new touring tires.  They do fine.  Go Continental, down with 'Bikebox.com' in Australia!
It's only about 17KM into Winton, this distance taking but one hour (a petrol-using vehicle would take on a few minutes).  It's a fresh, late summer (note we're going into Autumn, not Spring, in the Southern Hemisphere).
Winton turns out to be charming, a farm town complete with an old movie theatre, now a pawn shop.  Note, I long for watching a movie in a dark room, a part of an audience -- it's a difference experience!  I think about stopping for a 'cuppa,' but continue on like a horse sensing 'the barn' (Invercargill and the very south of N.Z.)
The traffic grows too much on the way into Invercargill (only 30KM from Winton), but I'm inured to such by now.   At one point, however, I have to deal with a couple of irritant, a 'rattle' in my front left pannier.  I stop four times to adjust the contents, but I'm never successful (the 'Ides of March').  At some point I hear something else I don't like, and I stop to discover, my 'Grogs' (rubber sandals) have slipped down and one is rubbing against the back tire.  This easy to fix.
I reach the 'outskirts' of Inver. in two hours, but it takes another hour to reach 'In town' Inver. as it's so spread out.
My 'drill' always (if I don't know better) when arriving in a new town, is first to go to the 'i' Tourist Center, get a map, and ask about Hostels or Campgrounds.
I'm supposed to stay with Carl's sister Margaret in Inver.'ness,' but I think better, since he's flying in today from Palm. No.  Being a 'professional' guest, I know better to let them alone first, before adding to the 'mix.' Carl has set up a meeting with his old friend, the highly visible Mayor, Tim Shadbolt. 
At the 'i' Tourist Site, a part of the Museum, I'm told there are three Hostels.  Because 'Southern Comfort,' described as 'quiet,' I go there first.  It's a lovely old house, but the manager out until 3P.M. (it's 2 P.M. when I arrived).  I decide to check out the other two, plus I need to locate an ATM. 
The first, next to the Library looks too noisy (on a busy street), and so off to 'Sparky's,' a ways out…
Sparky''s is cute, but no one there and also on a busy street (Highway #1).  I opt for 'Southern Comfort.'
On the way, back I stop at a Countdown food market,' and buy groceries.  I also find an ATM.
Invercargill, at first glance, appears interesting.  It's the 'sense' I get of communities, riding around observing… And the defamed by others, turns out sometimes to be just what I'm seeking.  Queenstown, rich and trendy, versus Invercargill, more N.Z. real.  I notice more young people dressed in black punk and I'm encouraged to replenish my 'camping supplies!'  There's two bicycle shops, one called 'Cycling Surgery.'   The Library offers WIFI.   But, it's a sea coast city, and ultimately I couldn't live here (too damp cold).  Settled by Scottish whalers, the primary industry has become agriculture (many places selling tractors).
Southern Comfort Hostel turns out to be more expensive ($28 per for a common bed), but at the same time smaller and more intimate with private bathrooms (with showers).  It's a converted old house in a residential area.
I first fix my lunch, to eat at a picnic table in the sun.
I park Mr. Fetes, in the backyard, and meet a young English man cycling N.Z..  I am shown, by a young German woman (manager), my bed in a room with a fireplace (now electric heater).  The sun shines in on the best bunk bed I'd partaken of yet, wood rather than metal.  I'm sharing the room with two young men from Europe.  
In the Kitchen I meet two young women from The Netherlands, and a cyclist from Switzerland.  He's never heard of Carl Gustav Jung!   These are the 'hipoise' traveling the world on mom and dad's money (no doubt).   They come from Western Europe (mostly) winter, to N.Z. summer.  And most of all to have a good time, on the lookout for a 'Mr. or Miss' Right!'  
I'm on the look out for 'camping supplies!'  Go Carl!  Go Nephew!  Go 'Electric Puja!'  
Today, is St. Patrick's Day and time to celebrate!  Mr. Fetes and me have now cycled from the very north of North Island (Cape Reinga) to the southern most city on the South Island, thousands of kilometers, over many steep hills including the highest pass in New Zealand!  This with the help of my 'deceased' dear Irish friend, James B. Feeney, whose bicycle helmet I wear!
'Erin go Brau!'  Ireland forever!









Saturday, March 10, 2012

110312 BLOK, Bungitown, N.Z.


110312 BLOK, Bungitown, N.Z.

I sit with young people the rich ones from foreign countries, ones that get to travel the world.  This the advantage of being at Hostels, you get to observe the youth of the world.
And we're in a 'heap of trouble,' as I see me fifty years ago.  I see unconsciousness, desire, money, distraction, sex, and rock n roll!  All they want to watch, in terms of movies, is things with sex and violence, a la 'Lord of the Rings.'  They are trashy, and don't clean up after themselves!  Giant animated spiders wrapping humans in their web, pretty damsels in distress, or saving men from their follies (new age idea).  They leave a mess in the community Kitchen, unable to read and separate waste into recycling bins.  In the background the screams and yells of death, as they fight off Mr. Spider (driven back by white light of course).
I was hoping for better, and had offered a movie they hadn't seen, O LUCKY MAN, they might actually relate to (although the FX old fashion.110312 BLOK, Bungitown, N.Z.  Of course, the wizard saves the portag. with a magic potion. Nothing has changed in my lifetime, in fact we've regressed!  All these young people want is to be distracted from reality, and the media masters (Viollywood) obliges (for money of course).
What a world we have created, all about distrust, conflict, violence, and war!  We have failed they Great Experiment, and now are paying for such in so many ways (generally not understanding).
We understand!
We understand that this is the sorry culmination of the Kali-Yga, an age, of travail. 
The movie shows armies on horses with swords and spears, the 'good guys' fighting the 'bad guys,' to save the princess!  Nothing ever changes, the story, good versus evil!  The only problem we objectify it, when the 'enemy' is us, not them!  But, this takes consciousness to understand, and there's little.  So, they sit enraptured, hypnotized by the action on the screen.  And guess what 'good' wears, but white (light), fighting 'bad' (black).  And so much screaming and yelling!  Way to go Peter Jackson!  'Bad' is destroyed in fire (Hell)!  It's all so simplistic, but if I asked this 'audience,' they'd only laugh, as laughing is what you do when you don't know that you don't know!
it's all FX and no substance, as so effective against 'virgin' minds!  'The Hidden Persuaders' as Vance Packard tried to warn us about Ernst Dichter.
More screaming and yelling as the young, 'hip' blond girls, and one boy, one Japanese can't tear their eyes and ears away from!
We grow up on a diet of violence!
Why should we think there's anything else?
I wish they would watch 'Zeitgeist,' but they don't want to know the truth about the world we created for them, and maybe they're right!
Who can blame them, I did the same!
It all has to do with developing, but capitalism doesn't engender much, as better to keep the masses 'in the dark,' and in fear!
Keep them in fear of each other, fighting and destroying each other, making money in the process!
It's evil pure and simple, but again we can't objectify!  We have to take responsibility for what we have wrought!  And pray, and pray that some savior will come and save us!
The heroine saves the hero in 'The Lord,' a new-age idea (making it popular among girls).  And maybe here is a clue of who our savior might be, a woman (female consciousness)?
The Kalki-Yuga cycle begins 12.12-21.12, and more female than male!
About time!

H.

Friday, March 09, 2012

100312 BLOKerini Q-Town, N.Z. day #5:


100312 BLOKerini Q-Town, N.Z. day #5:
Finally!  After five (5) + months I'm enjoying a glorious sunny day in N.Z.!  This in Queenstown.  It was sunny in Wanaka too, so it must be that the Otago (area, district?) is more what I like in terms of terrain and weather.  It's higher and drier.
I've just had lunch outside at Bungi Backpackers Hostel, very funky, kinda dirty, in need of repairs kind of, with the young and beautiful, in a word 'hip,' European travelers.  That's the upside with this group.  There's a downside as disappointed in their behavior.  The guests, that is, the workers are great!  Jo, the manager, with an English Springer Spaniel, like my 'Lady Nashua.'
I'm here at Bungi because I met Clement on the highway one day, north of Christchurch (Highway #1, ugh).  He had a broken spoke, and ask me if I had a cassette tool.  I don't know of any touring cyclist who carries a cassette tool, maybe Al.?  We exchanged information, like that he works here at Bungi, but is currently on vacation, and cycling north to Auckland.  I took notes, and here I am, where Gary Larson is all over the walls!  Larson makes me laugh!  I've always thought that Gary wa/is on LSD, to draw/text things that make me laugh (strange sense of humor).
Anyway…
I have a view of the hills from my cabledrum table.  They call them 'Remarkable!'  I call them interesting, always marveling at how Nature has created such beauty!  She creates, we destroy!  Behind me a cable pulls people up and down a hill for lunch, a view, and more importantly money.  
We do nothing anymore that doesn't have to do with mooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyy!
I can't imagine humanity surviving ourselves much longer.  If we do, there must be a reason…?
Woody as the ABC Sports Alumni Group website would prefer to avoid and deny 'death!'  I want to be ever present, before, during, and after 'shedding the body!' What about you?
My lunch is Brie cheese, Spanish olives, and a ham-salad sandwich on whole wheat bread.  Note, when I'm in an 'uncivilized' situation, I seek the opposite from cycling porridge, and mi fan.  To each his/her, or should it be her/his own!
The Ferry, powered by an old fashion steam engine, carries tourists across the Wanaputi Lake for $50 each.  Too many pesos (have to start thinking pesos).  I have to buy tires (a long story).
Mr. Rees picked a good place to launch a community (what became Q-Town) something like 1860.  They came for gold first, and there's the remnants of a 'Chinatown,' up in Arrowtown (rode up there yesterday, meeting tricycle Andrew on the way).  Then, Rees and group, went to growing wheat, barley, crops (more lucrative).  I don't know when it metamorphed into a adventure tourist capitol.  
They come here to mountain bike, para-glide, jump off bridges, skydive, rock climb, anything for a non-sexual 'orgasm!'  Apres 'orgasm,' (yikes) off to the pub to meet the wo/man of my dreams!  Or, at least 'score' a job!  If not, they're watching TV.
I've met some 'cool,' people, and feel entirely 'at home,' amongst these 'weirdos!'  It's a mountain atmosphere, I'm most 'at home' in.  I saw a chalet the other day, and am hoping to live in a yurt in Bolivia.  But, we have to get there first!
The next day I cycle around and begin to 'wo ming bai'…  I stop at Eternally Fresh food market and buy lunch.
I end up eating my lunch near the Gondola bottom and a miniature golf place.  It's an abandoned, Balator Crepe (?) place, and so interesting what they left behind… The pictures of such at www.cyclingpeace.org GALLERY.  Electric Puha stuff.  I'm the only one sitting at one of the 'abandoned' picnic tables, people curious as they walk to and fro the Gondola.  I sit in the sun and write.
Later, I discover what looks like some kind of Gov. housing, now rented cabins, but this must have been something looking like military.  I'm surprised as this is prime property overlooking the Lake (edge of Q-town).
I ride down Lake street,  thinking it might be tough to crank up (12-15% grade).  It's a brakes-only hill!
I ride out towards Glenorchy, some 50KM distance.  Omer Park to my left, the Rydges Hotel to my right.
Q-town reminds me a little of Carmel, California, U.S.A., mitt para-gliding.
The next morning, I meet 'Watch,' a 23-year old Japanese boy who tells me he has no money, and must depart Bungi.  I give him $40.  Note, I don't understand his history, or if he's a 'con artist,' but I don't want anyone having to sleep on the streets (I've been 'out there!').  I try to help him.  I try to organize a plan for him, a possible job he needs for only two weeks.  He plays the guitar.  But, the reason he's not getting a job, he doesn't understand… His English isn't good enough.  I pay for his night at Bungi.  We're one American, one Italian, one Japanese, and one English man (from the Isle of Man) together in a small space (2 bunk beds).  I'm their 'grandfather.'
I watch Watch in on the top bed of the other, glued to his computer screen.  This guy interests me as so young and so 'out there.'  I mean he doesn't seem concerned he's penniless!  I thank God I can make an offering to someone from Hiroshima (where Watch is from) for incinerating 100,000 people in seconds!
You ever wonder why America is now suffering…?  Understand Karma?
I discover the perfect Redwood tree in Q-town (pictures at…).
Next day, I crank up to Arrowtown, on the way meet Andrew.  Note, Arrowtown,  is 20KM on a busy two-lane highway (bad surface).  Up ahead I notice something, wasn't sure what it was in the beginning, looking like a bicycle, then cart, then maybe Buddhists prostrating themselves to Kailas.  When I get closer I'm amazed to discover one tricycle recumbent complete with dog, young man (pedaling) talking on his iPhone via ear muffs.  He's cranked in hiking boots.  We chat.  We talk while riding side by side, pissing off all the motor vehicles.  Sometimes, I had to leap behind, however.  He'd been in Colorado, likes Ridgeway.  He owns an adventure company right here in Q-town: www.activenewzealand.com.  We discussed, at this driveway, 'collabing,' on the 'orgasm' business.  I sent him an email message later, thinking of both Watch and Lee (he's invited me to stay at his house).
By the way, in Arrowtown I discover Chinese came here to mine gold (circa 1860).  The locals have turned the remains of their 'Chinatown' into a tourist attraction.  See the pictures at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/ (album:  'March (late summer), N.Z., 2012').  And similar to the Kam Wah Chung community in John Day, Oregon.  Except, Ing Hay was a doctor.
My life on the road, so interesting.  And that's what I've always craved, 'interesting!'  I have a low boredom quotient.   I'm an experience 'junkie,' making me a writer… 
I just watched and close-up, a para-glider landing right over me, and in an adjacent grass field.  One jumped off as they landed.
Better to 'jump off' the world, to discover another…
Hutch
in Q-town, N.Z. having many non-sexual 'orgasms' (the Way of Tantric Taoism).

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

07a0312 BLOK/TT


07a0312 BLOK/TT

I vascilate;
Vibrate
Between incredible, and
Unbelievable!

Tantricism

Labels:

070312 BLOK; Things@Tantricism

070312 BLOK;
Queenstown, South Island, New Zealand,  South Pacific, below the Equator, 40-degrees south latitude (sub Antarctica), near the International Date Line (You're one day earlier), Planet Earth!  Now, you 'no!'
Things!
Things, and 
More things, and
Things, things,
And all kinds of 
Things,
Animal,
Vegetable, and
Mineral things!
Nature made,
Man made,
Things, things, and
More things!
I deal with the things I 'thing' I need (cycling the world), things!
I'm dealing with a dozen things right this micro-second!
Is 'time' (space) a thing?
A dozen X a
Dozen, X a
Dozen, X
Too many things,
Objects,
Planets,
Muons,
Clothing,
Food,
Computers,
Cameras,
Spoons,
Cups
We should 'suck,' them all up,
Like Chinese noodles!
Things!
Spoons, and moons, and pretty,
Things!
I'm full of things!
Too full!
'Two' many!
Things!
We will simplify our lives,
Fewer, not morer,
Less newer,
Things!
We become prisoners of material things!
"Get out the back, Jack!
Make a new plan, Stan!
Come up with a new toy, Joy,
Just get yourselves 
Freer!"
More spiritual; less material our hope! (Our 'motto' @ Tantricism)

(Thanks to Paul Simon)

Monday, March 05, 2012

06a0312 BLOK


06a0312 BLOK:  The Might of Thee!

Mountain light,
What a delight,
I'm home again!

It's bright!
It's blue,
There's a certain hue!
It's warm
It's a thrill
To be drilled again!
The sunlight,
The might of Thee!

040312 Monday, Wanaka to Queenstown


040312 Monday, Wanaka to Queenstown (the shorter, but more difficult route:  over the Crown Range Pass)

I'm up at 0700.  The two women from the U.K, and Aris are still sleeping -- all of us had a disturbing night as a rising moon.  I try not to wake them, moving all of the gear out into the hallway.
I make coffee, as other guests stream into the community Kitchen.  This Kitchen, however, the best of all the Hostels I've stayed at in New Zealand.  In fact, the best Hostel in all of N.Z.  Congratulations, YHA!
I make my oatmeal porridge knowing what I'm in for today… Crankng over the highest pass in all of New Zealand.  In fact, Jim said he wouldn't even drive it.  So, I'm expecting a challenge.
Aris arrives, and we share the overcast morning (Red Sky…).  Aris my new Greek cyclist friend.
Having to check out by 1000 (everywhere in New Zealand), we load up.  Aris  is going north, I'm going south to Queenstown.
Queenstown, a place I've wanted to experience ever since I've seen pictures (in magazines).  I've always thought, if there's any place in N.Z. I could live, it would be Queenstown, the adventure 'capitol' of South Island, N.Z.  Here they bungi jump, hang glide, free fall, fly biplanes, drive 'quad bikes,' ski, and pursue an assortment of 'cheap thrills.'  I have no need having jumped out of airplanes in the military, and seen combat in Viet Nam.  As Winston Churchill once said, 'The biggest thrill in life is to be shot at and missed!'   It's happened to me, so why would I need to jump off a bridge on a rubber band?
I said goodbye to Aris, and am off at 1000.  Stupid of us, we should have taken a picture!
The first goal was Cardrona, a historic hotel, some 30KM.  This is easy, as the highway follows the river, winding up slowly through a lovely valley.  The only unpleasantness caused by too much motor traffic, ruining the silence (who would know?).  James, in Wanaka, was wrong about this!
Just before arriving in Cardrona I'd noticed a road zig-zagging up to some monument, and way up there.  I'm thinking this is it, as I know I'm due for a challenge.  But, besides the road construction, a few hills, it's been nothing to 'blog' about, really.
I'm at Cardrona in two hours.  This turns out to be a chichi little mountain community, the historic Hotel living up to its billing (see pictures at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/ ).  People were wrong about this too!  There's much here in Cardrona, as being developed (even a petrol station coming soon).
Outside a group of Chinese meet some 'Hell's Angels' wanting their picture taken with these overweight black-leather noisemakers.  Nobody bothers me.
I eat a banana outside, after foregoing purchasing a brownie for $4.
There's a steep hill just after, and I'm thinking 'this is it,' the big 'up.'  But, I'm surprised, and the rise is gradual following a clear, rushing mountain stream.
On and on we go, up and up, steeper and steeper.  I'm expecting a big hill to climb out of the river valley.  It never comes.  Although… the last 5 KM become a challenge, as we're talking 5-6+% grades.  It's somewhat anti-climatic, however, as I'm there without too much suffering.  I'm used to the passes on the way up to Tibet, China.
At the top, there is a monument (see picture), explaining this, the fact it's the 'highest sealed road' in N.Z. at 1076M /  3,500ft. ASL  The view reminded me of some Passes we experienced on the way cycling to Tibet.
Whereas the wind had been from the north and helpful, now it's in my face (from the south) going down.  And the 'down' is pretty spectacular, as N.Z. road builders never breached a ravine, without going all the way down, and all the way up.
The narrow two-lane highway switches back and forth steeply.  My 'bad' front tire thumping on the way down (James had patched this failed tire just to get me to Queenstown).  I'm wondering if it will hold together, as losing it here would be disastrous!
Down and down we go, probably the most interesting and/or spectacular 'down' in all of N.Z.
Coming around a switchback I spy a hang glider.  I think about stopping to take a picture, but when I do s/he's disappeared.  I see a jetliner snaking through the canyon BELOW me, and I'm thinking too low for such for regular flight, and maybe it is some kind of sightseeing trip ('air safaris' they call them in these parts).  Later, after discovering the Frankton/Queenstown airport, I realize this is the flight path to land.  I wouldn't fly into Queenstown if I were you!
Finally, I arrive at a junction, Queenstown to the right on highway #6.  Now, I'm all the way down and back to working as there are little many hills.  Note, it's an interesting phenomenon tour-cycling, coming down and down and then having to crank up, even a little -- much harder as your legs don't believe it!
I pass signs for the 'Hayes Lake District.'
I pass a sign to 'Historic Arrowtown,' off to the right.  But, after some five hours I'm looking forward to stopping in Queenstown.
I pass Frankton Airport (mentioned earlier), and the Queenstown 'Events Center' to the left.
I take #6A straight ahead and into, noting the sign for Invercargil to the left (the highway #6 I will take south after Queenstown).  Here there is even more traffic, so I opt for the cycle lane, in some places wooden bridges.
As I expected Queenstown looks trendy and expensive.  I think something like Aspen, Colorado.  If there's one hotel, motel, or places to stay there are one hundred.  But, I'm looking for the 'Bungi Backpackers' Hostel.
Way back when, on the way into Christchurch, weeks ago, I'd met a fellow cyclist, Clement (from France).  He had a broken spoke, and needed help.  During our exchange he had informed me he worked at Bungi Backpackers in Queenstown. And here I am!  I see a sign, thinking 'how convenient,' as it's on the near side of town and I don't have to search.
I had done something like 80KM in six hours, going over the highest pass in N.Z.!  Not bad, for a 72-year old man pushing 300lbs / 117KG through the air!
But, I'd had enough, and needed to stop and rest these weary bones!
Hutch
in Queenstown finally, where I won't be jumping off any perfectly good bridges!

P.S.  Bunji Backpackers, a funky, colorful Hostel in an old house;  full of young 'backpackers,' many from Germany (when I arrived).