Dear Reader.
It’s an odd thing to be writing a page all about me, when the me that I am isn’t fully discovered yet. I could tell you where I’ve been and what I’ve done and what I think and what I believe – but where would that get us? The more pressing question right now, and it is ushered into the first paragraph here, to prove to you and me just how salient it is…Why are you here and are you actually here, or am I making you up as I write these wrongs?
Is there a reason? Were you ambling along a path by your house, and decided to just keep walking, as normal, when, all of a sudden you were presciently whisked away in a maelstrom of stormy weather and a hurricane of thought and taken by force to a whole new part of the Inteverse you didn’t even know existed. When, shockingly, you were there…face to face with a multi coloured, multi-dimensional reality, where time no longer exists, and your mind and thoughts have expanded out to the very edges of your known Universe and parts of the unknown too? Did synchronicity tear off the veil of reduction and almost guide you to the further shores of your own mind, another island, another street? Where was that road going? Maybe it was going nowhere. Maybe you were just going out for a walk………
Oh look – that chap looks rather at ease and handsomely confident – I think I may know know him. But we have to be careful of these so called portraits – it could just be one of many disguises.
……And isn’t it funny how we have chanced upon each other here, at our own journeys’ unfoldings at an electronic crossroads of fate? We shouldn’t be cross though, even on this long and arduous road. It isn’t the road’s fault and, because, as The Buddha said…
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”
I’m sure he said some other stuff too, a bit less profound…Things like…
“That was a lovely cup of tea”.
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“I wonder what’s going on in Eastenders and The News at the moment? You see, I don’t watch T.V. and in fact, I don’t think it has even been invented yet, so I’m not sure why I’m thinking about EastEnders and The News… Hmm, maybe I am being distracted by these external mechanisms of control and propagandised pseudo-truths? How am I ever going to find my own truth if I keep thinking about the flashing magic colour box and whether or not Jordan is at peace? (And war…..like a heavy Afghan coat, is weighing us all down, I’m worn out just thinking about it…. Where was I?)….I wonder if Jordan is still at peace, or maybe she has fallen on hard times and gone back into porn again? Maybe she has cleaved her way into a position working within Silicone Valley? I wonder how Palace are doing in the Premiership? Stop! I must ease my mind and try to get to the root of where all these thoughts are coming from….Ooooooh…That’s a nice tree – I think I’ll sit under it a while.”
And other things of that nature.
Sorry if this seems a bit garbled and random – I promise you, like nothing, it is. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m still in my pyjamas – still a bit bleary eyed – I’ve just woken up you see.
I have another question for you, dearest reader. Have you ever begun to walk down a street – most likely that one by your house, and been strolling along, kicking the occasional pebble, wondering, every now and then, if there could more to life than this same street, never really looking up or out? Why would you do that? – You know where you are going ? And did you ever manage to walk straight, through no fault of your own, into a chasm in that street that just happened to open up in front of you? I mean if you hadn’t had taken that last step, all this could have been avoided and everything would have been as it wa…
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Oh..I seem to have joined you down there and I was going offer you my hand to help you out. I was thinking about constructing some kind of ladder or escape mechanism. I guess, when I get out, I will be able to carry on with that project.
But you didn’t come here to talk about me…did you? And now you are in the pit in the road – it’s kinda dark in there, and so you fumble about with your hands outstretched, reaching for the edges or something to grip onto, to get some sense of direction and place and scrabble around for words that may help you climb out. Then it hits you (Personally I am against all forms of violence. In fact, I’m against being against, which places me in yet another paradox that will need some untangling) – a realisation – an epiphany – there is light above – so you look up, from down below, and having been forced to look up, because there really was nowhere else to go, can see what you never could see from the street. Yes. The street, itself is the hole. You just fell into a hole, inside the hole!
How strange. You really are a strange fellow, dear reader – and it sounds like you have a bit of thinking to do to work out a way up and out of wherever it is you fell into. I guess you must have tripped. But that’s what taking a journey is, isn’t it? Here’s an idea, if you would be so kind as to hear me out… Why not spend a day or year looking at clouds or a night or a week, looking at the vastness of space, who knows what is there, who knows what can be discovered?..Why don’t you do that dear Reader? There’s just one thing stopping you…Never mind, It’s just a thought.
Tell me again. Why are you here? It’s very selfish of you, by the way – this page was meant to be about me.
For the record (I’ve made three and am just about to go forth), my name is Jason. My website is MAGICbOY – and here he is.
I, like him and also, like you, exist in this vast and eternal Universe. The You n I verse.
My dog is called Kozmo. His name means harmony.
The Universe – One Song, One Mind, One Poem, One More Comma, One love.
Peace and love to anyone who has become A Reader of mine and while I’m going on about it..again..Peace and love to every other person in this wide world who isn’t or hasn’t.
Sorry for going on and on, I must stop apologising, I’ve done nothing wrong..well that’s not strictly true.. I think I may have picked up a bug or something, because I seem to have developed Writers’ Diarrhoea – Best try and hold back here on this page and get to the Blog.
The only problem I have with this WordPress Blog – Is that there is no spell check! I do need someone to check the spells, I mean the website is called MAGICbOY after all.
Namaste…..Er..I said..Namaste…Hello..Helloooo.. I said…Namast..HEY! Hello..Where has everyone gone? Hellooooooo.. Is anybody there?