Friday Night at 8: Well, Well

How can it be described, the feeling of a trail freshly blazed and taking that first walk upon it?

A path you created for yourself with all the wonders of the world at your disposal!

I call that Liberation and Freedom.

Casting off the shackles of conditioning that have oppressed every generation since human beings learned they could oppress each other.

Casting off the shackles is exhilirating in itself because the load feels so light!

Whoo, those fucking shackles were very heavy!

And then for the first time, moving around without the fucking shackles.  Wowzville.



(Phoenix Rising from Elfen Harmonics)

First time moving as a free human being.  That first step a big rush of pure direct experience, removed from words and concepts and thoughts in the totality of being, the reality of liberation.

(courtesy of YouTuber jusaway)

Juneteenth.  First time I ever got a personal feeling about that particular anniversary.  First time.

I’ve led a comfortable life.

Liberation and Freedom aren’t comfortable.

I know that by now … so at least I got that going for me.

Happy Friday to all smack dab in the middle of June on Millennial Planet Earth.  


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  1. Confidential P.S. To Mr. Bench… I mean Hornbeck.  Come back soon.

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  3. I appreciate the support that you have given me recently.

    Warmest regards,


  4. I appreciate the support that you have given me recently.

    I like the yantra that you showed.  I plan to post the one from the vinyl album cover from In Search of the Lost Chord on the final installation of my Drugs of Abuse series on Pique the Geek.

    In the mean time, here is the representation that Mrs. Translator embroidered on my tee shirt in 1977, just after we were married.  I still have the shirt, and actually just took this picture a few minutes ago.  Yesterday was our 32nd wedding anniversary.


    Warmest regards,


    • Edger on June 20, 2009 at 3:31 am

    Dance floor is like the sea,

    Ceiling is the sky.

    You’re the sun and as you shine on me,

    I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

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