….I came up with that in the middle of the night.  When I acknowledge my own non=compassion with myself…then I can begin to untangle this negativity of judgement and anger…..duh (non-compassion)…as Richard would say to me, "but you’re cute"….Cute don’t cut it…."Remember Thyself"…as Gurjieff used to say…or as Jimmy Ray often reminds me, "Be a Fool unto Thyself".
So this road to compassion is not about a destination, but taking up residence in myself…..and enoying the time.

Hi, those of you who know me are aware of my (how shall I phrase it?) barnacled outer personality. Ok…someone has to do this! Anyhow, compassion is in order for my remaining time in this body. So let’s all agree that compassion is possible. I am working on it. Speaking of work…Gary Geiger did some photos out here the other day….I will start including them. Also…Richard’s camera is missing from our house…was it stolen? Let’s hope not. Also, this fellow Brady was out here yesterday filming…maybe it will be on Canadian TV…we shall see….compassion? the camera? the Video? Stay tuned to this blog……Only a partial of this picture is showing of the total artwork….technology……hmmmmmm

The wildman known as Bobby Fischer died the other day. What a rebel! I bet he was a piece of work to know and befriend….would others say that about me? All I know is this: NOTHING. However, there are bottles in the walls of the Chapel Office and that is a good and absolutely groovy thing. Richard gets home today from the States and I PROMISE that I will take some pictures. This is all very exciting while detoxing from sugar and other addictive behavior while at the same time trying to uncover some compassion under the barnacles of this personality. Maybe Bhagwan was right: Silence is the Answer….Is it ironic that Anado means Silence in Sanskrit?….I am referring to True Silence and not the menial absence of Words…I’m talking about the total burrito of Silence…the “Ah This”!!!!!!!!!!

…to do something like this.  But I am doing it anyway cuz I need a boost.  I am reprinting an email that I got from Stan of Stan and Bill fame here in San Miguel.  I feel both flattered and moved because these fellows mean a lot to me.  Trully good men.  They have the piece, "Madre de los Indios"….I retooled it to say the least and now it is in their home.  I pointed it out in the film that Joe did.  It still has the same connection to Mexico, but I have amped it up and it has fresh power.  Loving Stan’s email follows:

     I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went to the living room and sat with the new piece.  Very exciting to have something new which I love in the house.  I had flashes of a favorite object in my childhood.  I was fascinated with amusement parks.  There was a big one in San Francisco called Playland At the Beach.(Now it is condos.  Sad)  There was a machine with a fortune teller woman doll.  She lit up and started moving when you put money in the slot. I loved her and would waste endless coins to make her come alive.  I had flashes about her last night.  The head at the top and the mask at the bottom both reminded me of her.  And the size and shape of your piece also remind me of my fascination with the amusement park genre.  And then there is your choice of the red lights.  I started thinking of what would happen with different color lights.  White.  Blue (for the Virgin) The piece has a presence which is always alive for me.  Alive with your energy.  Alive with the memories of old things brought together in new ways.  Alive with my own projections.
     So thank you again for bringing so much joy into our lives.
     Love
     Stan

Is that Jimmy Ray’s shirt?  My the beard is growing again….

Brings Joy to my heart. Here is a photo that Benjie took last December of the mosaic that we did last summer.’Wow!

Well, I folded the laundry….I watched an old movie, had a fitful sleep with indegestion. Finished Stan and Bill’s piece, fed the dogs and the cats and now I have the following announcement. We are going to start putting in the bottles on the walls of the Official Office of the Chapel of Jimmy Ray. I am happy about that…and all the small stuff of my food addiction falls to the wayside and I am again ….The Glowing Fool!!!!!!!! Hooray for the bottles!!!!! The fact that these walls are going up brings me joy. The walls are rising from the sacred land of those who came before us. The Old Ways are being honored. Whisical cream rising to the top.