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Multi-photo: Thirteen really isn’t unlucky… and neither is the blackbird that flutters in the mind.

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.     Multi-photo:   Thirteen really isn’t unlucky… and neither is the blackbird that flutters in the mind.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens 

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Among twenty snowy mountains,   
The only moving thing   
Was the eye of the blackbird.   

 

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I was of three minds,   
Like a tree   
In which there are three blackbirds.   

 

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   
It was a small part of the pantomime.   

 

IV
A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a blackbird   
Are one.   

 

V
I do not know which to prefer,   
The beauty of inflections   
Or the beauty of innuendoes,   
The blackbird whistling   
Or just after.   

 

VI
Icicles filled the long window   
With barbaric glass.   
The shadow of the blackbird   
Crossed it, to and fro.   
The mood   
Traced in the shadow   
An indecipherable cause.   

 

VII
O thin men of Haddam,   
Why do you imagine golden birds?   
Do you not see how the blackbird   
Walks around the feet   
Of the women about you?   

 

VIII
I know noble accents   
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;   
But I know, too,   
That the blackbird is involved   
In what I know.   

 

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,   
It marked the edge   
Of one of many circles.   

 

X
At the sight of blackbirds   
Flying in a green light,   
Even the bawds of euphony   
Would cry out sharply.   

 

XI
He rode over Connecticut   
In a glass coach.   
Once, a fear pierced him,   
In that he mistook   
The shadow of his equipage   
For blackbirds.   

 

XII
The river is moving.   
The blackbird must be flying.   

 

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The blackbird sat   
In the cedar-limbs.
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Following a song, a male Common Grackle Blackbird looks for signs of intelligent life in a thoughtless world. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Following a song, a male Common Grackle Blackbird looks for signs of intelligent life in a thoughtless world. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

This is not a blackbird... as every wise old crow knows.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

This is not a blackbird… as every wise old crow knows. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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12 Million Year Old Badger Fossil Skull & : The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship. — R.W.Emerson

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.    The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.  — R.W.Emerson  

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The following is a Badger fossil that i am posting in response to fellow blogging friend Running Elk’s request, after i made a comment in his blog on Badgers  (http://shamanicpath.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/spirit-of-badger/).

This is a fossil i’ve had for quite some time.  It’s a fossil Badger from the Miocene Period (around 12 million years old) from the Gansu Province, China.

Badgers are very tidy, orderly, well-groomed animals and keep their deep burrows and bedding scrupulously clean. They sometimes team up with Coyotes to hunt.  What the Coyotes can’t catch, because the prey scurry into holes… the Badgers dig up.  What the Badgers can’t catch, because they can’t sprint fast, the Coyotes capture.

People ought to, instead of being so competitive, be more cooperative.  Additionally:  Most Badgers understand that going deep is prudent; i wish a lot more of those (humans) satisfied with the superficial  – instead of just getting upset about petty details, though making a mess of their lives while neglecting the whole – would be more orderly and  go deeper!

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12 million year old Badger Fossil, Miocene Period, Gansu Province, China (many of my friends are fossilized!) ... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

12 million year old Badger Fossil, Miocene Period, Gansu Province, China (many of my friends are fossilized!) … photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Deep intelligence sees that the psychological dichotomy between the “controller” of ideas and the “ideas” is essentially fallacious and…

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.     Deep intelligence sees that the psychological dichotomy between the “controller” of ideas and the “ideas” is essentially fallacious and illusory; one’s ideas and feelings are what one actually is… not — as we were erroneously taught — something at a distance that one “has.” Your reactions and thoughts are not truly separate from what you are. Conflict inwardly can project as conflict outwardly.

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At an end and a new beginning... female Widow Skimmer Dragonfly ... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

At an end and a new beginning… female Widow Skimmer Dragonfly … photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Real sophistication doesn’t involve merely knowing a lot of facts; real sophistication involves deep compassion and…

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.     Real sophistication doesn’t involve merely knowing a lot of facts; real sophistication involves deep compassion and an awareness of feelings.

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"Pleeze, I toad yew to wefrain from hiding in dat hole of yurz, yew crazy wabbit!" - Elmer Fudd ... Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

“Pleeze, I toad yew to wefrain from hiding in dat hole of yurz, yew crazy wabbit!” – Elmer Fudd … Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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I don’t believe you…

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.    Years ago when one was in parochial school, we were required to attend mass, in the church, every day before classes.  As a youngster, kneeling in church as the requisite rules called for, i remember thinking: “God is not here (locked up for us to visit), God is outdoors among nature and the good, great outdoors.”  I remember feeling like being in prison… but i realized that, some day, i would get out.  Later, while in college (and away from home), i purchased a rock music album that happened to have lyrics that really “hit home” with me.  The album was entitled “Aqualung”… and the second half of the album contained lyrics helping one to question orthodox perspectives about spirituality and, instead, think (and discover) for oneself.  This album, among others, was integral for me regarding my independent search within the realm of the spiritual/philosophical.  That search became far more important to me than girlfriends, far more important than having a good time, competing in the job market, or being admired by others in the social realm.  I am very appreciative of that album and others like it.  I feel that my writings and photos (and especially my book) attest to the fact that independent inquiry (including intelligent doubting and searching) is not only worthwhile… but very noble, fruitful, and magnificent.  (Of course, one may be all wrong about this… and may still be primarily just a fool.)   😉

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Later in life, it was a pleasant surprise to discover that the historical Jesus himself seemed to not be in favor of — as my book is indicative of —  orthodoxy, temples, and the priests within.  It was the high priests, the Sanhedrin (in their fancy robes), that accused him of things and arranged to have him killed by the Romans.  After the death of the historical Christ, there were many gospels and versions of gospels that many people could choose from.  Ironically, it was high priests that eventually chose the ones they wanted people to adhere to; they (like they did to the historical Jesus) arranged to have those that cherished other versions… to be terminated and destroyed.  Likewise their (banned) bibles were destroyed and discarded. 

Many of the top biblical scholars of today acknowledge that the ancient Gospel of Thomas  —  discovered by a peasant in 1945 in an earthenware jug, (and also in Greek fragments in an ancient dump heap) — was very likely existent before the Gospels of Mark, Luke, Matthew, and John.  The apostles did not, it is well known, write the four orthodox gospels. The gospels called Luke and Matthew copied Mark; some scholars contend that John is a rebuttal against the Gospel of Thomas. 

from the ancient Gospel of Thomas:

Jesus said, “Why have you come out to the countryside? To see a reed shaken by the wind? And to see a person dressed in soft clothes, [like your] rulers and your powerful ones?  They are dressed in soft clothes, and they cannot understand truth.”

From the Gosp. of Thomas, Greek dump heap POxy 1 fragment:

[Jesus says], “Where there are [three, they are without] God, and where there is only [one], I say, I am with that one.  Lift up the stone, and you will find me there.  Split a piece of wood, and I am there.”

 

 

Lyrics from the song Wind Up… from the Aqualung album by Jethro Tull:

“Wind-Up”

When I was young, and they packed me off to school
and taught me how not to play the game,
I didn’t mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm —
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said — I’m not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I’m through, I’d like to say my prayers: 
I don’t believe you,
you had the whole damn thing all wrong —
He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines —
How do you dare tell me that I’m my Father’s son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I’d rather look around me — compose a better song
`cos that’s the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you’re a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
I don’t believe you,
you had the whole damn thing all wrong —
He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
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A dancer to another tune... Blue-fronted Dancer Damselfly... photo by Thomas Peace 2014

A dancer to another tune… Blue-fronted Dancer Damselfly… photo by Thomas Peace 2014