Derelinquat me gehennam solus

Ah, a moment of lucidity.

No politics, just some random thoughts.

We that have been preparing, in the myriad of fashions that can take place, are watching the headlines and wondering many things.

I know that some have even given up the fight and turned away.

I was tempted to so until I did some basic math and figured that less than one sixth of the population had say in what the other five sixths should do.

Fuck that.    I am a free man, the most they can do is kill me.   I live in such a manner that many of those in that sixth of the population would freak right the fuck out of their minds.

And I love every minute of it.   I freely admit that I live on the razors edge of complete failure.   Every morning is a new start for me, granted, some more than others, depending on where I am in the world.   But each day is a blessing like many have no idea they can be blessed.

And the best part of it being that I have the ability to adapt on a whim or with the winds of the world.    THAT is freedom.

But don’t think for a minute that I am some carefree, whimsical ‘hippy’.   I take great pride and responsibility to the work I do.   I stand by my work as much as I am able.  (distance or finances hamper me the most)   I am always striving to learn more, even if only to explore a new outlet.   And that knowledge is returned to the world in my work, ideas, the little writing I do, and of course in conversations.    I will return it back to the world before I leave it, preferably by passing it on to others.    I can only hope that I have enough time to me to do so.   Sadly, that day will come with surprise, so I try to make the most of the time left as I can.

My current situation is comfortable, but I don’t want to get ‘too’ comfortable with it.   I still have the dream of a shop in the hills and my little shack to live in.   That dream has been with me for years: longer than my last two relationships.   The only thing that has changed in it is how much of it I now know how to apply.   It started out as a wood working shop to build guitars and sound systems.  Obviously it has grown by leaps and bounds over the years.   Yes, I still want to build my 36″ scale 5 string bass.   I may not be much of a musician, but I still like to noodle around.   Yes, I would still like to build my sound system that can cut through a metal shop going  full tilt (and likely will, I like my music and I like it loud.)   But those are mere details of the dream.   The Shop(s) and the Shack with the garden and chickens and maybe some other livestock: That is the goal.

Will the world allow me the chance to pursue that dream?    Only time will tell.   I am on that road now, I have been for some time.    I am free man, I can make it happen.   I am also a simple man in my needs.   I can make most of what I desire, given time.   And on that, I am truly rich indeed.   Rich in a way that can’t be taxed.  To hell with that One-sixth that wants my blood/sweat equity.

17 responses

  1. Wildflower

    day by day do a little more towards your dream goals

    this is the real universe; and yes it can screw your dreams occasionally

    sandy did some of mine in temporally; but will bounce back in a few months

    maybe someday have you over for dinner………..yes??????

    November 18, 2012 at 1:37 am

    • Well, now THAT is a loaded question. Only if I am ambulatory and allowed to come armed to the teeth with radio backup, LOL.

      November 18, 2012 at 2:24 am

      • Wildflower

        domn’y forget the sauce you best taste with

        November 19, 2012 at 2:34 am

  2. wonderdawg

    You are getting there…and leaving a mark as you travel the journey, a good mark I might add….I’m sure I’m not alone in having been inspired by the private conversations we have shared, but also many times by your writings and from the comments they generate…..
    Your sharing of your time and wisdom has inspired me to kick it in high gear and quit lollygagging around…as I type, the walls of my shack will be going up this coming week, the piers, beams and decking is done…also a goat shack and chicken roost house is done and ready for the critters come early spring….Yepper, Dio you helped me get off the fence and gitterdone….all this in less than 10 months since we first shook hands on that cold day…you are definitely doing good and helping others reach their dreams as you journey towards yours….Many Thanks from me and Rufus….

    November 18, 2012 at 2:32 am

    • and many thanks to you with the wisdoms and encouragements you pass along. Make sure to give Rufus a good ear tug now and again from me. Dunno when I will see you guys again to do so in person, but I believe we will see each other again.

      November 18, 2012 at 3:02 am

  3. Spud

    That is not politics, more so ones way and philosophy of life. Which is the American dream. So many have lost their way and measure success in mere possessions . Leaving ones mind open to constant learning, now that is success.

    November 18, 2012 at 10:39 am

  4. wonderdawg

    made big mistake with Rufus….treated him a few days with canned dog food….WRONG..nothing like making a couple hour trip with constant dawg farts…and I swear he was smiling,lol

    November 18, 2012 at 4:09 pm

    • And likely, he was smiling, “make me ride for two hours every week, dude, gonna make ya pay this round, hahahahaha” LOL

      November 18, 2012 at 8:30 pm

  5. Here the world around us is about to collapse and you guys are talking dog farts. That, in itself, is inspirational. I just need to figure out how…

    November 19, 2012 at 2:59 am

    • I can’t let the world on fire get me down. If you can’t laugh at dog fart’s, you are letting the world control you: Seems that is just one more level of slavery in my book. Yeah, I watch whats going on, but I can’t let it control me or I lose. If I lose now, than I may as well eat a bullet. I think you and many others would agree, that eating a bullet would be a huge waste.

      Hope that helps with the inspirational message of dog farts.

      November 19, 2012 at 3:21 am

      • I was being funny. Like you didn’t know. How did we get on the subject anyway? Oh yeah, wonderdawg. Well, he’s got the name for it anyway. :)

        November 19, 2012 at 4:42 am

  6. wonderdawg

    Dawg Farts is a serious matter…..try being cooped up with one thats passin some eye tearing ones while on a 2 hour trip and it’s cold out….and makes it worse when the farter seems to be smilein about it….and I was refering to VooDoo’s motion sickness from earlier post…dunno which is worse pukeing or farting dawg…. and like Dio, gave up on trying to save the world, just taking care of self and the farting dawg….

    November 19, 2012 at 12:06 pm

  7. Wildflower

    recycle dawg farts into fuel for powering ?????

    November 19, 2012 at 1:49 pm

    • How do we know that Voodoo’s the culprit?

      November 19, 2012 at 6:49 pm

      • Rufus is the culprit for dawg farts, Voodoo is definitely the culprit for getting car sick, though he is getting better about it.

        November 20, 2012 at 12:40 pm

  8. A great post. Universe will give us what we need.

    November 20, 2012 at 1:43 pm

    • Yes, Universe will give us what we need, but we have to put forth the effort first, or Universe looks at us with “that look” and tells us to ‘go f@#k off’. Then again, sometimes Universe has a sick sense of humor and sends us things like an incorrigible dawg to keep us on our toes.(not that I am complaining, but life has become much more interesting with Voodoo)

      November 20, 2012 at 8:46 pm

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