Welcome to Keep Your Feet on the Ground...
When I was young I liked to listen to the radio.
I remember Wolfman Jack with his gravelly voice and Casey Kasem who would sign off by saying, “Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.” I really liked that sign off. To keep your feet on the ground means to act sensibly, to be cautious. Adding the part about reaching for the stars was a fairly profound idea for me at that time.
It hasn't been a big challenge for me to keep my feet on the ground in this life, I have learned, more often than not the hard way, to be practical, cautious and realistic. It has been far more challenging for me to reach for the stars, having hopes and dreams can really complicate things since balance between the real and the dream, the rational and the irrational, isn't always easy to come by. Often the rosy colored goggles I see my hopes and dreams through are scratched and muddied by the reality of a harsh world I cannot deny and truths I cannot disregard just because the view through the goggles is prettier.
It is my nature to look deeply into things. Sometimes I look where others don't look so I might see what they don't see. I'm not suggesting being any more or less astute than anyone else, my world view is comparatively askew, that's all. I might see things some folks don't but I know there is much I miss as well. This blog is a tool for processing the things I see as I tramp along. For me it is therapeutic to write down my thoughts.
Here, I liken hopes and dreams to the stars, at times seemingly just out of reach. I might never touch one but it will not be from lack of trying. I'd rather be craning my neck to look up and see their brilliance, reach my arms toward their shimmering radiance, than never even look up, never notice the beauty, never take a risk or two. We get these wonderful moments and the truly transformative ones, are few and far between. If you're not looking for them, you might miss them altogether or replace them with blue light special quick fixes that don't last and fall apart before they're supposed to, especially under scrutiny, no matter how tenaciously one might cling to them.
In the meantime, I am and continue to be an anomaly, a 'philosophizer', a mystic onlooker, an experimenter, a root doctor, a nomad, and a rational, empirical, existential realist with spiritual habits. I am a Mystical Maven resounding my barbaric "yawp" over the rooftops of the world as I waltz by, tripping the fantastic through Mother Nature's Magical Kingdom.
I remember Wolfman Jack with his gravelly voice and Casey Kasem who would sign off by saying, “Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.” I really liked that sign off. To keep your feet on the ground means to act sensibly, to be cautious. Adding the part about reaching for the stars was a fairly profound idea for me at that time.
It hasn't been a big challenge for me to keep my feet on the ground in this life, I have learned, more often than not the hard way, to be practical, cautious and realistic. It has been far more challenging for me to reach for the stars, having hopes and dreams can really complicate things since balance between the real and the dream, the rational and the irrational, isn't always easy to come by. Often the rosy colored goggles I see my hopes and dreams through are scratched and muddied by the reality of a harsh world I cannot deny and truths I cannot disregard just because the view through the goggles is prettier.
It is my nature to look deeply into things. Sometimes I look where others don't look so I might see what they don't see. I'm not suggesting being any more or less astute than anyone else, my world view is comparatively askew, that's all. I might see things some folks don't but I know there is much I miss as well. This blog is a tool for processing the things I see as I tramp along. For me it is therapeutic to write down my thoughts.
Here, I liken hopes and dreams to the stars, at times seemingly just out of reach. I might never touch one but it will not be from lack of trying. I'd rather be craning my neck to look up and see their brilliance, reach my arms toward their shimmering radiance, than never even look up, never notice the beauty, never take a risk or two. We get these wonderful moments and the truly transformative ones, are few and far between. If you're not looking for them, you might miss them altogether or replace them with blue light special quick fixes that don't last and fall apart before they're supposed to, especially under scrutiny, no matter how tenaciously one might cling to them.
In the meantime, I am and continue to be an anomaly, a 'philosophizer', a mystic onlooker, an experimenter, a root doctor, a nomad, and a rational, empirical, existential realist with spiritual habits. I am a Mystical Maven resounding my barbaric "yawp" over the rooftops of the world as I waltz by, tripping the fantastic through Mother Nature's Magical Kingdom.
“Sometimes i think there must be a sort of pollen of ideas
floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there
which have not had direct contact.”
― William Faulkner
floating in the air, which fertilizes similarly minds here and there
which have not had direct contact.”
― William Faulkner
To be clear, I’m not trying to sell anything, I'm not a brand, I'm not looking for fame or clout. The writing here is personal opinion, my own thoughts and observations, perhaps a little haphazardly thrown together. It isn’t meant to be anything other than that. It isn’t polished and shiny and it is often only intermittently updated, with frequent spells of inactivity.
I'm too much of a perfectionist to try and craft my idea of a “perfect web presence." It's mostly because I don't have that kind of time but also because, with my tendency toward over-thinking things, I could drive myself quite mad. It's a blessing and a curse.
My hope is that this blog is enjoyed for what it is and not judged for what it isn't. To that end, read on, and
May the Farce be with you!
***UPDATE 2024***
I've always been a writer, since before I could write right. A lot of time has passed since I first started puttering around on the internet. People have been ruined and made rich by it, I like to watch. I won't pretend to know the proportions to which those things are happening, they're happening though. The future for social media is always murky at best. It's constantly changing and catering to certain people, essspecially ones who look the part, while vilifying others.
I started using the internet because of forums, MSN groups to be exact. The MSN you see now is nothing like the MSN you saw in 1995. You could build a little website of sorts and have forums for all. People chatted in the forums, had lively debates and they weren't assholes yet because they still thought it was cool and weren't taking it for granted yet or expecting it to make them rich overnight.
People hadn't become brands yet.
I spent more time on the roads and in the forests of the U.S, Canada & Mexico back then than I did online so I never shaped an internet presence. I taught classes, I traveled, mediated and helped people wherever I could in real life. I got hundreds of hours of practical experience applying what I learned in my college psych classes to real life situations in varied communities across the U.S. including, but not limited to, traveling communities.
I received no accolades, I didn't write a book, I didn't give a TedTalk, I was too busy living.
When you aren't involved in something, changes are easier to see. In other words, If you stay in the same town your entire life you don't notice the changes in it like you would if you left for twenty-five years and then came back. Or if you have a niece or nephew whom you saw when they were 5 and then saw him at 15. People who watched the kid grow on the daily won't be as stunned by the changes. For me, the internet is like that.
I'm too much of a perfectionist to try and craft my idea of a “perfect web presence." It's mostly because I don't have that kind of time but also because, with my tendency toward over-thinking things, I could drive myself quite mad. It's a blessing and a curse.
My hope is that this blog is enjoyed for what it is and not judged for what it isn't. To that end, read on, and
May the Farce be with you!
***UPDATE 2024***
I've always been a writer, since before I could write right. A lot of time has passed since I first started puttering around on the internet. People have been ruined and made rich by it, I like to watch. I won't pretend to know the proportions to which those things are happening, they're happening though. The future for social media is always murky at best. It's constantly changing and catering to certain people, essspecially ones who look the part, while vilifying others.
I started using the internet because of forums, MSN groups to be exact. The MSN you see now is nothing like the MSN you saw in 1995. You could build a little website of sorts and have forums for all. People chatted in the forums, had lively debates and they weren't assholes yet because they still thought it was cool and weren't taking it for granted yet or expecting it to make them rich overnight.
People hadn't become brands yet.
I spent more time on the roads and in the forests of the U.S, Canada & Mexico back then than I did online so I never shaped an internet presence. I taught classes, I traveled, mediated and helped people wherever I could in real life. I got hundreds of hours of practical experience applying what I learned in my college psych classes to real life situations in varied communities across the U.S. including, but not limited to, traveling communities.
I received no accolades, I didn't write a book, I didn't give a TedTalk, I was too busy living.
When you aren't involved in something, changes are easier to see. In other words, If you stay in the same town your entire life you don't notice the changes in it like you would if you left for twenty-five years and then came back. Or if you have a niece or nephew whom you saw when they were 5 and then saw him at 15. People who watched the kid grow on the daily won't be as stunned by the changes. For me, the internet is like that.
Seeing the internet again after not seeing it for a long time is crazy. As time has gone on it's gotten exponentially worse and more and more jarring over shorter periods of time. It used to be that not a lot would change over the course of one year, now a lot can change in only a couple of hours. Someone can take off on an airplane with a job and no longer have one AND have a myriad of death threats by the time they land, never having a chance to make it right first.
In current culture, apparently there IS no making anything right anymore.
Which brings me to my point, I don't live in current culture and never really have, at least not for any prolonged period of time. Part of the reason I 'm so good at what I do is because I was never bogged down with many of the familial or social obligations or conditioning of a family, and the ones I was with I was never with long enough to be anything other than a burden to, and they all made sure I knew it. That's the keystone to my strength and perseverance.
I will never be a brand. Despite training and experience superior to hundreds of people online making ducats in the umbrella field of mental health, I can't just box people for a buck. I won't take advantage of a culture that has pedestalized mentally ill people and worse yet, mental illness itself. It's a billions of dollars a year industry. I've been working for decades and have never charged for my insight. On top of that, I'm a very private person. My views on being of service aren't "normal" but that doesn't cause my skill-set suffer, if anything, I'm even more on the ball.
All that being said, I'm not technically coming "back" to the internet right now. It's October of 2023 and I've persisted in a diminished capacity for a long while. I have varied websites, interact with a social media platform and write. I even get a bit of work tossed in my direction from time to time. My tech is old and my style is old fashioned. I'm an old Highway Gypsy who's more about trading in kind and being kind. Live and letting live.
Until now.
Now there are some "folx" out there telling me how I have to live, it isn't a suggestion to them, not "should," more, "do as I command." When they assume you disagree with any aspect of what they say or how they identify, which can change on a dime, they either become mentally debilitated, crumpling into a crying/screaming mass or they become extremely violent.
They tell me I am no longer allowed to be what I was born as because THEY want to be called what I was born as, despite their utter disdain for the thing that I was born as, a biological woman, a REAL woman. Something they can never be. While I get it when it comes to actual trans-people, it's these other things that can identify as anything from a light-bulb to a pop-tart that are waking up some sleeping part of me.
Why do we live in a world where I am glad I was too poor to send my daughter to college? How can it be true that she's better off without the education she would have gotten there?
For awhile they were rallying to have people thrown in jail for misgendering them, that was when people were trying to figure it out still, back when there were only around 15 gender pronouns. Now there are an infinite number as they can identify as any emoji or knicker-stain they see fit.
They're poisoning schools and children and it has to stop.
Do NOT call me "cis," that's YOUR word, not mine.
Do NOT call me a "TERF" when it's only because you don't have a feminine bone in your body, and the bone you do have is evidence of how you'll never be a real woman.
From this site:
Transies, you get an entire month to celebrate how allegedly "proud" you are to be trans while the veterans who fought for your right to do so only get one day and spend it getting crapped on by the likes of you lot.
Meanwhile, you're not proud enough to even call yourselves "trans." You scream yourself hoarse to say, "TRANS LIVES MATTER!!!" but you're too ashamed to proudly say, "I'm a transwoman." Instead, you want to call yourself a woman, which is what I am, and you are not, and you never will be.
We're all meant to bend over, grab our ankles and accept all trans people despite the fact that most of them aren't technically real trans people. We've made more accommodation for them than any other group in history and yet only women are being asked to give up their spaces and give up their rights and give up their freedoms. The saddest fact is that transies line up to take the title "woman" from us but can't even define what a woman is anymore, well I can.
All that being said, I dug up this and another site I use to post my unpopular opinions on since they're proven to be unseen & thus safe. I'm digging them up because I've had it with what's being accepted as "normal" in current culture. I'm not expecting to be heard any more now than I have been at any other time in my life, but I do consider this to be a special type of therapeutic activity as when someone wants my opinions about something, I can just give them a link and not have to talk about this shit with irrational people, and BOTH sides are full of irrational people. Neither side accepts me, that's why I am the Hermit.
Sure and I sound like everyone else in the world right now, "How come I'm the only sane person left standing?" right?
Well, we can't all be right.
In current culture, apparently there IS no making anything right anymore.
Which brings me to my point, I don't live in current culture and never really have, at least not for any prolonged period of time. Part of the reason I 'm so good at what I do is because I was never bogged down with many of the familial or social obligations or conditioning of a family, and the ones I was with I was never with long enough to be anything other than a burden to, and they all made sure I knew it. That's the keystone to my strength and perseverance.
I will never be a brand. Despite training and experience superior to hundreds of people online making ducats in the umbrella field of mental health, I can't just box people for a buck. I won't take advantage of a culture that has pedestalized mentally ill people and worse yet, mental illness itself. It's a billions of dollars a year industry. I've been working for decades and have never charged for my insight. On top of that, I'm a very private person. My views on being of service aren't "normal" but that doesn't cause my skill-set suffer, if anything, I'm even more on the ball.
All that being said, I'm not technically coming "back" to the internet right now. It's October of 2023 and I've persisted in a diminished capacity for a long while. I have varied websites, interact with a social media platform and write. I even get a bit of work tossed in my direction from time to time. My tech is old and my style is old fashioned. I'm an old Highway Gypsy who's more about trading in kind and being kind. Live and letting live.
Until now.
Now there are some "folx" out there telling me how I have to live, it isn't a suggestion to them, not "should," more, "do as I command." When they assume you disagree with any aspect of what they say or how they identify, which can change on a dime, they either become mentally debilitated, crumpling into a crying/screaming mass or they become extremely violent.
They tell me I am no longer allowed to be what I was born as because THEY want to be called what I was born as, despite their utter disdain for the thing that I was born as, a biological woman, a REAL woman. Something they can never be. While I get it when it comes to actual trans-people, it's these other things that can identify as anything from a light-bulb to a pop-tart that are waking up some sleeping part of me.
Why do we live in a world where I am glad I was too poor to send my daughter to college? How can it be true that she's better off without the education she would have gotten there?
For awhile they were rallying to have people thrown in jail for misgendering them, that was when people were trying to figure it out still, back when there were only around 15 gender pronouns. Now there are an infinite number as they can identify as any emoji or knicker-stain they see fit.
They're poisoning schools and children and it has to stop.
Do NOT call me "cis," that's YOUR word, not mine.
Do NOT call me a "TERF" when it's only because you don't have a feminine bone in your body, and the bone you do have is evidence of how you'll never be a real woman.
From this site:
Transies, you get an entire month to celebrate how allegedly "proud" you are to be trans while the veterans who fought for your right to do so only get one day and spend it getting crapped on by the likes of you lot.
Meanwhile, you're not proud enough to even call yourselves "trans." You scream yourself hoarse to say, "TRANS LIVES MATTER!!!" but you're too ashamed to proudly say, "I'm a transwoman." Instead, you want to call yourself a woman, which is what I am, and you are not, and you never will be.
We're all meant to bend over, grab our ankles and accept all trans people despite the fact that most of them aren't technically real trans people. We've made more accommodation for them than any other group in history and yet only women are being asked to give up their spaces and give up their rights and give up their freedoms. The saddest fact is that transies line up to take the title "woman" from us but can't even define what a woman is anymore, well I can.
All that being said, I dug up this and another site I use to post my unpopular opinions on since they're proven to be unseen & thus safe. I'm digging them up because I've had it with what's being accepted as "normal" in current culture. I'm not expecting to be heard any more now than I have been at any other time in my life, but I do consider this to be a special type of therapeutic activity as when someone wants my opinions about something, I can just give them a link and not have to talk about this shit with irrational people, and BOTH sides are full of irrational people. Neither side accepts me, that's why I am the Hermit.
Sure and I sound like everyone else in the world right now, "How come I'm the only sane person left standing?" right?
Well, we can't all be right.