Crusing Blow IX: The New Dose

today was strange, well, let me refrase, today was loaded. my new meds are like wacky taffy in my brain, stretching and pulling it in all directions. i am pretty confident i shouldn't drive. but guess what i am still behind the wheel - hells yeah! or hells no. who knows, better yet who cares, what really counts - what really counts - when the drugs wear off - when the chips are gone - when the booze dry up - when the fire dies down - when the thunder goes away - when there is neither dark nor light - what really will count is whether or not the One knows you. that is straight from the mouth of the One. i have no clue what this may mean. if it is anything like what i imagine it is the real of relationship. i am gonna try and relate it to me and my dogs but it ain't gonna work but i am gonna try.

my dogs know me. they know my scent, so when i come home smelling of other dogs they check me out close. they know my voice, so when i am angry or happy they respond. they know my face, my motion. in fact, i think one of them even knows my disease. ebony has figured out to approach me from the left side of my face. their senses are filled with the memory of me so they konw me and defend me without reserve. they respond when i am weak and when i am strong. now get this, my dogs and i don't speak the same language, we may use some of the same words like food or outside but we are talking a max of 50 words. then we talk about life span. i out span the dogs i am before them and after them. now for the sake of discussion grant me the provision without dispute that my intellect far outpaces a dogs (this debate needs to take place else where). so we have a situation where the dogs know me and live in trust of my provision and i know them, i have given one of them their true name. her common name is Cali but her true name is Calico Jade the Empress of Stinktown. i know her, i know the mama dog, granted she was a farm dog so we don't know the sire but we can assume i could. i know the owners of the other dog. i know the farm where she came from and the trailer under which she hid. i know my mutts and they know me. i feel confident, if i maintained the exchange of death then these mutts would make it through the gates.

i guess what i am sayin is we are dogs. we lick ourselves, eat grass, shit, chase ball, hump legs, hunt the air, point, slobber, live of nature, respond in kind - but we can be tamed and we can know some things, we can be trained to know a few words and concepts like food and love. and we can be taught not to go indoors. we can be loved.

people get all bent out of shape trying to be something that isn't human. now there are some dogs that are ultra trained seein eye dogs. way to go guys - and for once i am not being sarcastic about this, being able to learn more words from the master is good. and there are some wolves, which is also good, sometimes there is some stuff in the world that needs to be taken care of. i guess what i am sayin is be what you are. just be what you are with the One. in the end we are all different there isn't one way that is going to be just right for everyone. take it like this. i have two mutts, Cali and Ebony. they know me differently, different eyes, ears, noses, tongues, different minds. the way they get me, the same me, will be similar but totally diferent.

so here's my new dose, this is the new word the one is trying to teach me today: diverse brotherhood. the basic gig is that we come with tons of preconceived notions of how things are supposed to be so we force this construct onto our perseptions of the world and anticipations of others. my dream is to break down the constructs in my head and begin communicating with the One in a real way. i also want to hear from my different brothers and sisters who are learning the language of the One to share their pictures of the One so i can be blessed and so they can be blessed by telling there story.

which comes to what G. and i would like to call a 1%er church. still in its conception. but a whisper.