Riding Easy, Riding Forever.
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
The appearance of mortal beings of “will dignity” is never an accident, anywhere in the entire universe.
“What magic could death hold— the natural dissolution of the material body— that such a simple step should instantly transform the mortal and material mind into an immortal and perfected spirit? Such beliefs are but ignorant superstitions and pleasing fables.”
If you are really going to get stuck in an endless round of successive incarnations as man or woman, some kind of beast, or a weed, you might as well come back as a nice Sativa-Indica hybrid, right?
Forgive Me If I Speak Bluntly. Life has a way of making life-changing decisions manifest out of the most unlikely circumstances. Just such a circumstance is at hand. What you make of it is entirely up to you.
John McCain was the sometimes Episcopalian, sometimes Baptist Christian, who got his religion the old fashion way— by praying in a situation where his ass was on the line. And frankly, it was among the most exciting come-to-Jesus moments one may have, I think.
Nature abhors a vacuum, so there’s a new shit rag in town, the National INQUISITOR©.