Mythstory

Shovels plow into archaeological deserts reflecting passion and curiosity.

An archaeologist inside a tomb waving Diogenes’s lamp yells, “Every bit we dig out tells a little more about the story.” They unearth fragments of a story revealing institutions, customs and cultures.

A bird presses her breast to a thorn to make herself sing. There is an old fable about a bird and an ogre telling his daughter where his soul lived. 

“Sixteen miles from here is a old gigantic tree. Around the tree are tigers, bears and scorpions. On top of the tree is a huge snake. On top of the snake’s head is a small cage and inside the cage is a bird. Inside the bird is my soul.”

I am the thorn, bird, wing, feather and air. My thorn is a claw, a sharp definitive talon for tearing meat from white bones. Satisfying my hunger along the Tao.

I am a cognitive psycho-neurolinguist. My specialty is languages. Lost tongues.

“Every language is an old-growth forest of the mind, a watershed of thought, an ecosystem of spiritual possibilities,” according to Wade Davis, anthropologist.

Wandering deep into the Tarim Basin along the Silk Road in Central Asia I discovered the Tokharin language and Afansievo culture dating back 4,000 years. It was a proto-Indo European language with Celtic and Indian connections established by trade caravans and explorations. I suspect it is Qarasahr or IA, based on an Iranian dialect.

Mircea Eliade, a historian of religions, once stated, “Myths tell only of that which really happened.”

Myths suggests that behind the explanation there is a reality that cannot be seen and examined. Myth has been defined as truth trying to escape from reality. A myth is a story of unknown origins, sacred stories based on belief, containing archetypical universal truths. They are in every place and no particular place. The world is a sacred story.

pin head

Fear sang a middle class song accompanied by a young girl spoon feeding Chinese infants before they were stolen by gangs of coastal traffickers.

A young boy’s value is $3,500 - $5,000. Negotiate. Continuing talking about the price.

Always Be Closing. ABC in kindergarden classless freedom.

The one-child policy created a desperate daily search for heirs.

Losing face meant public humiliation.

Shame.

before a girl swept she wept.

yes. birds whistle foolish sharp twills, humans yap emotional distress, leaves vein, rats, geckos, butterflies echo. ah, a faint sound of a step slap on gravel.

a piano note. broom music on stone.

a crescent moon sex slave on her back massages ink sky is-land floating on blue water, a wake for the living. be a work of art or wear a work of art.

compose tongue bones inside tibetan thangkas, golden threads, grounded semi-precious stones.

mandala. centered. release.

read everything backwards. write right to left to the imagination sitting on a metro subway

sandwich dreaming world dust exposing word tunnels. arabic mystic dervish dances.

spin your wheels. wheel of life. angels dance on a pin head.

give her a sewing machine and she’ll change the world. 

Walk

"There are some good things to be said about walking.

Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life.

Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting.

You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated and anyone can transport himself anywhere, instantly. Big deal, Buckminster.

To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me."
- Edward Abbey

5 verb seeds

Are different harmonic electromagnetic waves in the brain modifying behavior either temporarily or permanently creating free will and desire?

Yes, a field of energy coalesces as a linguistic gardener plants perennial roses next to a gravedigger watering and tending five essential verb seeds to improve happiness.

1. Be grateful. Write letters to someone who helped you in some way.
2. Be optimistic. Visualize your ideal future in five years. Make plans. Book a one-way ticket. Describe the image in your journal. Describe the journal in your imagination.
3. Count your blessings. Write down three good things that happen to you each week.
4. Use your strengths.
5. Practice acts of kindness.

China street life. Somewhere over the rainbow.

trade sex for security

He sat at an Indonesian warung, a cheap food place offering white virgin rice, spicy chilly, egg, green veggies, tempe, tofu, deep fried crackers, on the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Smokers called it the Berlin Wall because they could smoke away from the inquisitive prying eyes of parents and administration moles. Desk jockeys in green plaid. Hot and sticky tropics. He’d escaped from the tyranny of noisy educational sad robots trapped in their futile expectations of perpetual childhood.

An illiterate village woman piled her trash near a grove of banana trees. She lit a fire. Roosters, hens and chicks scattered. Smoke curled around a man pushing his chipped blue plywood cart loaded with plastic dishes, cheap cloth, simple tools, brushes, mops, bags, hats, and basic household goods. Rolling wheels through neighborhoods.

Cumulus clouds gathered momentum.

Nearby were yelling village people. A tall thin woman teased her 4-year old monkey boy child.

Pregnancy was her ticket out of hell, loneliness and misery.

In world villages you traded sex for security. Father ran away to impregnate new victims. A mother tormented the kid. He cried. She laughed at him. She created a mini-monster. A boy who hated women now and later. He was dependent on them for food and affection.

In the future he’d kill her with a sharp machete. A mother and daughter uttered primal grunt sounds. A mother combed her daughter’s hair scavenging follicles for nits and lice. Protein. Human evolution.

Crying children. Perpetual distractions. Emotional zombies, minus seven. Time=death. Life is a temporary condition.