Excerpt from Cupid and Psyche, Bulfinch's Mythology:
Thereupon she [Aphrodite] calls her winged son Cupid, mischievous enough in his own nature, and rouses and provokes him yet more by her complaints. She points Psyche to him and says, "My dear son, punish that contumacious beauty; give thy mother a revenge as sweet as her injuries are great, infuse into the bosom of that haughty girl a passion for some low, mean, unworthy being, so that she may reap a mortification as great as her present exultation and triumph." — Bulfinch, 1993
So, Cupid got to work, that little wielder.... Aphrodite, Hephaestus, the forge. Do the homework....
Oh Psyche, oh Cupid.... Please read Dante before it's too late and you find that your story is not The Comedy, tragically doomed to walk the shadowlands with nothing but charms and ghosts to keep you company, fueled by the Dionysian frenzy that never ends — man, fueled by desire lights the fires fueled by drink, that she knows will never work, ending in nothing but driving the spirit into matter — then a child is born, doomed to live out the shadow of his/her parents.
Anima Mundi for the win.
Temet Nosce. Imbibe yourself with The Symposium.
I'm considering opening a spiritual emergency (as an alternative to traditional psychiatric treatment) treatment center — reiki, T'ai Chi, Qigong, yoga, etc., crisis counseling, art and music therapy, etc. instead of drab walls, television, stale meals, and morning and night meds.
I love healing the Earth. That's my favorite responsibility.
Sometimes I eat Nutty Bars and then go ride my bike — because that's what I'm doing with my life.
Some times I'm just walking around the woods because it feels like home. I'm an Underwood — we're supposed to be under wood, you know? I appreciate nature because it grounds me. I like to hug trees sometimes.
Sometimes I don't want to leave the house because it's nice to stay inside and write sometimes I wonder about things. Sometimes I wander about investigating.
Hand to hand combat proves to be difficult when you practice martial arts and you've taken an oath with nature to be a healer.
Books: Dictionaries, A Brief History of Time, The Divine Comedy, Don Quixote, The Chalice & The Blade, The Dhammapada, Tao Te Ching, The Holy Bible, The Koran, Stairway to Liberation, The Textbook of Yoga Psychology, The World's Religions, The Lucifer Effect, The Jedi Path, The Art of War, Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind, The Book of Five Rings, Siddhartha, The Demon's Sermon on the Martial Arts, Narcissus and Goldmund, Ender's Game, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, The Watchmen, Flowers for Algernon, The Miracle of Mindfulness, King Warrior Magician Lover, Fierce Medicine, Be Here Now, Prometheus Rising, Cosmic Trigger, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Trials of the Visionary Mind, The Far Side of Madness, The Book of Symbols, Gnosticism, Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, Love by Buscaglia, The Way of Woman – Awakening the Perennial Feminine, Bulfinch's Mythology, Tolkien, Promethea, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Inside of a Dog, The Age of Empathy
Movies: Top Gun, Cool Hand Luke, Step Brothers, One Flew Over the Cookoo's Nest, Tolkien, Star Wars, Avatar, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, etc.
Television: Battlestar Galactica, Band of Brothers, Adventure Time, old History Channel stuff, Firefly, YouTube intelligent things, don't really watch televsion
Music: Led Zeppelin, Frank Zappa, Bon Iver, Aesop Rock, The Beastie Boys, Wu-Tang Clan, 311, Pink Floyd, The Grateful Dead, George Clinton, Tool, Rush, The Avett Brothers, Mozart, Ravi Shankar, Radiohead, The Flaming Lips, other stuff, etc.
Food: Monty Python, preferably no mallomar salads nor mallomite seeds.
The story of my life is the magnum opus that I keep looking for in other art, so I've seen.
The F.B.I. and The Warriors
Bobb L, Dobb the Goi.
Alabaster Turtleneck's Online Presence.
All My Technical Training.
All My Diagnoses and Worked Through Pains.
Stupid Law School Graduates.
Smart Law School Graduates.
Glue to Sniff.
The Noble Eightfold Path.
The Great Work.
What are you bringing to the party...?
Zen, Yoga, Kung Fu, Reiki, and T'ai Chi, Qigong, as Medicine. (see: doi: 10.4278/ajhp.081013-LIT-248)
Justice. Mercy. Sword Fighting. Investigation. Will consult professional investigators with learned expertise in future because of two years post grad clinical professional training and current graduate training and gifted natural and cultivated ability to do druidic things.
Or maybe just medicine. Would love to wander around hospitals with a team encouraging people to utilize qi to heal themselves.
Am not a proud Alabamian fighting for a state's rights to run black budget operations. Am citizen of Geb and Nut's Earth, dammit. Also Brigit knows what's going on, and so does other smarts. Yeshua is cool too. Quit listening to your crazy dad, mkay — what the fuck does he know?
What the fuck do I know...?
M.A.P.S. does the Lord's work and The Institute for Noetic Sciences is in on it.
Don't hang out with Lord Sauron all fucking day, okay.
There's the story of a doctor in the Japan theater in WWII that put down his rod of Asclepius and killed a lot of wild men with his wild man self. He was found slumped over a machine gun with bodies all around him. So, there's that.
As soon as I start craving someone or something I see how quickly I can break the spell and not get caught up in it again. It's usually a losing battle, but I try to stay on my toes. I mean, it's easy to lust after something, but it's hard to keep clean. Ask the Bride for help. The Seven and the seven. Don't get lost in the jungle, apes.
Binah, Chochmah, Chesed, etc.
I practice Tonglen sometimes.
I aim to train my monkey mind...
How can I be at one with the Tao if the true Tao is unknowable? Known.
No fires, unless bon.
Twisted biscuits; no thanks ma'am.
I refuse wage-slave labor and the carcass of the dying machinated world. This is the Age of Aquarius, not the Age of Horus — if you don't have your Wedjat Eye yet, you ain't ready for this. Nature vs nurture.
I had to move back in with my parents to dig in for graduate school, so....
Hang out with Shiva and tell him some gobbled∑gük.
Man stuff. All day.
Sometimes I loosen my mind to coagulate it again later.
I really do love the best in you guys and gals. You've always been there for me. You got me good a few times, but I always kept the faith in the inherent good in good women and some men and that helps me keep up hope that I'll find my best friend the woman — why else would I bother with all of this shit; I'm a Taurus?
You should message me if you want to have an intelligent conversation or you think we can learn from each other; and you're a woman whom appreciates smithing. Can you have an intelligent conversation with the moon? Me too.
You should not message me if you find yourself at one with the Tao more often than not, and you're not so hung up on the philosophy as much as the concept that it proposes.
Bowler? Stable isotope? Foresight?
Evil witches and wizards not allowed. NO Slithern allowed in House Ravenclaw, unless you can find your way in. Witches, nurses, doctors, healers, teachers, scholars, mythologists, friends of planet Earth would be nice to hear from — you guys are my people.
Adults only — no children, nor parents (see transactional analysis).
Must have confronted shadow. Love and light, huh? No. Know thy shade.
6x = 42? Solve for x. No? 42.
No enemy, only teacher. The teacher is the student.
I've been known to make mistakes, but not too many.
Let's investigate the universe (must know Eight Circuit Model of Consciousness experientially.)
Christopher Underwood, D.N.A.D.
*This is a blog. Or not a blog. Whatever. I don't give a shit. Are you my wife? I'm lost in a department store and there's too many tits everywhere. No wait, I'm not lost, I'm just in the grocery store and I want some bananas. Organic. No rubber food. By Jibbity Lucifer, enough lunacy.
Must have hung out with at least one Jedi at some point. Never for money, always for love...
egalitarian pro-social companionate relationships only dot org
I do not want to hang out with fast women — persona non grata.
Isn't this supposed to be a chat room? Eh. Whatever. Let's talk in Latin some in a chat and I'll use my Latin dictionary to translate what you're saying; if you'll allow it.
I'm actively celibate right now until I find someone that I am wholly compatible with and whom meets my standards for a long term relationship. I also welcome friends; but no truckstop quickies for me.
Platonic solids only.