Journeyman’s Journal
Saturday February 1, 2025
70°F sunny, nice
15:32 HRS
I went and had lunch with Rebecca today. We met at Cody’s where she introduced me to, her, “work husband,” …. Caleb, I think that;s what his name is; but I know that I am wrong about that. I am sure it starts with a, “C,”.
We had a bland conversation, peppered- over by and uncontainable excitement of not having seen each other at Deleware Park about 22 years!
The expectation to expel the excitement of the other side did not come to fruition, as there simply was not enough time to re-hash, or to make-known exactly how exasperated by happiness we were to be in each other’s company again after all these years!
I enjoyed the time but was mentally exhausted, (as an introvert,) of having to socialize with people. Even with people I am comfortable with, being such a severe introvert makes it so that even forty minutes with one person is enough for me to need to go away and be by myself for about ten minutes to take a break from the rigamorol of all which my overly-active brain puts me through! After that, I can be social again; but if I cannot take a moment to recharge, I am grumpy and just want words to stop coming out of people’s faces!
Upon parting-ways, they offered for me to spend the night at their place. She said I can do some work on their property to earn some money. I declined, however scheduled to meet-up with her after this Thursday.
We inspected the radiator fluid which had been leaking from the radiator of my van. I am reminded of Morley forgetting to drain the crankcase in Jack Kerouac’s, Dharma Bums.
Rebecca excitedly told me that she saw Alan Ginsberg read some poetry from, “Howl” back in 1978 in Philadelphia somewhere! I admit, I am somewhat jealous of that experience. I was born in 1978!
After parting-ways, I drove to Starbucks to build the following page; and I am also writing what you are reading right now
I build these pages to remind myself of shit when I get older. My mid-life-crisis persists until I plant a foot-hold on the next psyche I desire to explore.
Having so much ability, but not knowing where, how or when to apply it all has become my conundrum!
I remind myself that I need to continue reading Morals and Dogma, by Albert Pike. I am on Chapter, 17, (I think,) at this point. One of my goals is to complete that work. Procrastination shall NOT get the best of that endevor, for I vow to read at least one chapter of the book per week from this moment-on!
So, this is the page I built today, Saturn Day, February, 2025. It is a page to remind me to, “get back to Shaolin;” which means to become an athlete again! Here the page is, …. It is supposed to be a daily endeavor, however, I do not foresee outing the time-in to do the following every day:
Shaolin Jockey Equitation;
February 1, 2025
Horse of the Day:
Lonesome Glory
Daily Bible Verse:
“Blessed are the peacemakers,
MATTHEW 5:9
for they will be called children of God.”
Monthly Mantra:
“Breathing-in Deeply, slowing it down and holding it within the Dan Tien for three or more seconds.”
Dakkuan
Daily Mantra/ Daily Focus:
“Breathing-in Deeply, slowing it down and holding it within the Dan Tien for three or more seconds.”
Dakkuan
(“Shaolin Equitation,” ‘Triangles’”)
Dynamic Tension Exercise:
Remembering to invest the, “spring always bouncing” mediation into every millisecond of the day.
Shaolin Equitation (Focusing on breathing.)
This means employing the over-lying mind-set of coaching your parasympathetic response system as to how to maintain the bouncing awareness within the meridians of your body.
“Using Breathing to Focus on the Spring of Chi which bounces, starting from the earth, through the bottoms of your feet, up to your crown chakra, springing back-down to bounce up and down off of the Root chakras in your feet.”
Dakkuan
Song of the Day:
Generator
by Bad Religion
https://youtu.be/gEl1xSPyOwA?si=lsDg_0VO5xNjd4Ry
Lyrics:
“Like a rock
Like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb!
I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I’ve seen it all along
In book’s and magazines
Like a twitch before dyin’
Like a pornographic sea
There’s a flower behind the window
There’s an ugly laughing man
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on my door
It’s the generator
Ah-h-h-h
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore
I’ve known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like actor’s in a photograph
Like paper in the wind
There’s a hammer by the window
There’s a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door
It’s the generator
Ah-h-h-h
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh”