Birthday notes: 2010
the rough sketch of it.
my friends
I’m
reconsidering birthdays..
in tales of jungle wars and bamboo spears
and sometimes when the mood is right,
of quieter times and lesser fears.
when west coast rains
a secluded dampening grey
over log strewn beach and crumbling mansions,
the world that I surveyed
**
..in dinners with sultans, generals and princes,
in smoky circles with drums and stone age hunters,
when close to the mud, and close to the sky..
**
Considering:
When hunted in the tiger's lair
and all past and future
hung on the whim
of some nameless sniper's eye.

Or:

When tales of healing and madness,
measured courage in the halls of asylums
where life disappears down long dark hallways,
in shadows of frustrated angels in whispering white.

When jungle fears
suspend in paper chains and Cartesian reality.
walk trails of razor’s edge,
to come away from the edge of madness
knowing the value of choices,
the strengths of even indecision
when caution goes to the wind.

to be

cast before the mercy of a river
too great to describe
let alone understand.

Although
seeming mad,
a seeming foolishness,
we've lasted you and I,
to come out of walkabouts
a wealth no one can steal,
and few can understand.
to expand knowing,
with no sense of purpose
but to taste the adventure of life:
to seek out that far scattered brotherhood,
to know the life that is the earth
from tiger's lair
to the frozen land of Great Snowy Owl
and Great White Bear.
**
Life is death in bamboo thickets
death on sandy beaches
and curling waves
when the porpoise joins with a nod
and a flip of his tail.

Life:

when
great hammerhead shark surfaces,
yawns beneath the boat and disappears..
or cobra hovers,
head three feet in the air
and makes his way past..
a killer whale nudging the boat
desert scorpions beneath the groundsheet..
a razorback charging out of the trees..
and
floating in crystal blue over tropical reefs,
mysterious kaleidoscope in flesh finned feathers
questioning presence..
or
hanging in blue sky
suspended by white silk,
one with clouds,
one with the dominion of birds
in weightless mist..
these diversions
at the edge of the void.

sometimes

a walk to the edge of the universe,
to stare into the void,
turning

returning to Earth
with fellow dream seekers,
and shared dream walkers

where in some realms
where no Medicine is allowed for the illusion of madness,
even madmen are held accountable for their actions.
***

Suits and Ties

(cartoon on the wall)

**

"Nassim Nicholas Taleb has a rule of thumb:

Don't trust any predictions from people who wear ties.

He notes that bankers and financial economists almost universally wear ties to work."

(quote on computer screen)

**

from
THE STONESPEAKER LETTERS
March, 1995

The Grandfather Dreamwalker who visits in the night voices cautions about those who wear white shirts and ties.

"..do not trust those with scissors at their throat and a noose around their neck..."
The scissors, the points of the white collar point at the centre of their being and cuts off the flow from their heart. The noose around the neck shows they are controlled by forces they do not understand, can not see or are unwilling to acknowledge.

****

Suit and Tie:.

Camouflage for political listening posts in corporate jungle.

Uniform of The Empire:

- symbols of dominating force.
- bearing gifts with promises of prosperity and peace.

- empty promises and the sting of new weapons.
- yet to demonstrate integrity.
- eliminates old ways. imposes new ones.

gathers riches for short term reasons.

absorbing conquering force.

alters and drafts others into armies of social progress.

original tongues disappeared.

tribal "heathen" religions absorbed,

eliminates other points of view as heresy or witchcraft

favours state approved world views

and common language.

riding roughshod over the tribes

to build global village

bereft of heart.

founded on the drug addiction of power.

*
talk without those nooses around necks and scissors pointing at heart centres.

*
****
From 'The Stonespeaker Letters' : MARCH 95

***
January-2010

"...industrial society..three phases: the age of scarcity industrialism, the age of salvage societies, and ...the ecotechnic age, when new societies ...will rise on the ruins of our own unsustainable time."
http://www.theoildrum.com/ : Posted by Leanan on September 11, 2008
***
"Pattern Analysis" of unfolding dream.

Growing, mutating, expanding common reality.

What’s up?

Bio-degradable computer genome in multidimensional head-games.

with

Population bombs

losing 1.5 million kids a year.
within

environmental crises.

Arrogant butts on the line.

The planet will revive.

Mucking up genetic potential.

Next?

Serious breeches of responsibility.

Jeremiahs

in lively debate.
Ship of state off course.

Bridge, engine room and deck crews keenly aware

awaiting decisions

on the verge of mutiny

no consensus. no game-plans.

The "Gods" have thrown us a curve.

Passengers not alerted to crisis.

Command staff flummoxed.

No Safety drills, no danger alerts, full steam ahead.

Universal testing ground for space cadets

toughened up for space travel.
***

in momentary withdrawal consider :

*
Caves
A personal addiction to the Philosopher Monks of Life
leads to a Cave in the City.
Where Considering this Rubik's Cube in the interstellar mass.
We sometimes relaxed in the luxuries of empires,
And sometimes walked to the sound of a Bell in the Streets.
After the moving
From Mountain top to Mountain top,
Soaring on the Winds of Change.
Close to the Ground,
Feet in the Blood of the Earth,
Breathing the Air of the Mother.
Some Seed of the Mind,
Stirs to the Light
of a returning Sun.

In
Caves, sacred to the bones of Ancestors,
In Caves where the Bear speaks to the Stones,
Where the Stone teaches the Songs,
And the Songs become lullabies,
soothing the Brow of
A Monk... in a Cave
...In the City.
***
From "Old Stones-Old Souls" copyright Ronald D. Bunston, 1994

catching breath

planning gardens:

reprogram mongrel puppies.
global brain internet attention deficit disorder
a simple dream of gardening

the empire collapsing

who will grow the food?

at odds with paradigm

profit risks the future

the simply defined garden seeks
slow money

unravelling personal questions

stay sane and rational,
in unfolding world,
redesigning wagon trains
*

numb and speechless

shock and awe
dereliction of duty

in lush farmland

memory of what was

measures the forensics of slaughter

a removed passionate perspective.

experientially challenged

professional class

in dissonance with planet

at odds with simple tasks

husbanding the species

with gifted genetic genius pool.
**

*
seeming gods

What discipline in these seeming gods
an arrogance,
no second thought
of conscious effort
in creative awareness,
a curious seeking
of superstition, a memory,
about Gods and Men
and earthly slaves
with fears of death.
a virus in seeming gods
perhaps extraterrestrial
perhaps intentional
or accidental threat
to liberated slaves
in physical and mental desert
who require
safe and healthy garden.
which even for gods seems a worthy objective
equal to solar horizons,
for universal explorers requiring home

***

(Mongrel Diaries: True confessions from the realms of the dysfunctional: 2001)

**

travel safely. stick to the high ground.

rdb

Storms Unfolding

November, 2009

Hadrian’s Wall

There IS Some Thing
Called Camelot
if only in Our Dreams.
These Things we Speak
as Camelot
are More than What
They Seem!
When
Merlins Dream
of Camelot
And Arthurs Seek
the Crown,
When Pagan Armies
Storm the Wall
What Empire's Falling Down?
What Knights defy
The Table Round?
What Knights have crossed
the Sea?
What Legions Guard
the Village Gate
If only you and me?
***
(rdb-mar-2001 )

***
November 11th

dates like bells,

sounding memories

footsteps through a jungle valley

to ceremony

for memories of wars,

when alms with souls

becomes absolution for sins

while truths no one hears

speak of the innocent

who live with this every day

***
The difficult days for Iraq and Afghanistan veterans will be ahead, when they like us bearing memories from the pathology of VietNam will face questions about loss of purpose, the perversion of honour and the piracy of those who waste the lives of our best and brightest in a game they play close to their chests.
***

Walking the Razor's Edge

In Bear Sweat,

The Blooded Warrior Lodge,

the Elder speaks...

" In ancient times the Blooded Warriors whose souls had been marked by battle would travel to the Lands of the Blue Eyed Peace Queens, where they sat on the ground and drank the healing waters so that their souls might be healed..."

***
We're planning a sweatlodge-kiva down by the stream.

***

Gardening Planets

June 12, 2009

Unfolding artifact of memory.

***

a soul walks in gardens,

stroking and hugging horses before goodbyes to earth.

surrendering, sinking into time,

fading, unsettled, struggling with departure.

sweet and sour bi-polar roller coaster

welcome back to one and goodbye to another.

***

when truths from "medicine",

from body and soul herbalists of

earthwalkers,

these People of the Horse

from before the Comet Strikes

and the great waters

whose young warriors

drafted to earthly empires

away from the purposes of Grandmothers

now hovering in time

between the dreams of grandmothers

and the seven generations

when our hopes and dreams

centred in the soul of woman

gathered some glimpse of three dimensional earthtime reality.

More food for thought than measured in sugar and flour..

***
this

half moon rising,

somewhere someone's sun is setting.

tomorrow's planned,

time written in the four stones

Time, Fire, Air and Life

the fifth stone,

fire of uncertainty,

"firestone" brings surprise.

flexibility is strength.

draw on the water of life.
***

Dream Stones
August Moment
***
When

summer’s heat retreats

to a relief of rain

some long hoped for rains

a well placed soul

withdraws to consider

within these aged walls

the reaching gardens overrun,

in a waterfall of windswept rain.

seeking some moments conviction

as unfolding garden dreams

are quenched with rain.

A dream perhaps of eagles lair

and mountain crag,

a Spirit standing in some tallest pine,

of storms that rumble there

on horizons brow.

And how this wind hints to wary eyes

when quiet shrug of spreading wings

to float but momentarily

and lifted up

above these rolling storming clouds

awaiting calms return

to garden’s dream.

While floating there,

considering,

some place of memories

of visions hue

and dancing with like Spirits there

in air above the rumbling storms below

while fluted dreams or softer dreams

before and after passages such as these.

In this time and wearied world

some land awaits the quenching rain

and awaited rain beneath the storm

seeks perhaps a fire’s blessing,

a higher blessing that only eagles see.

Some Spirits perennially,

return to a garden’s dream

and through the storm washed gardens walk

perhaps on those stones there,

a path where vines and waterfalls

hold fast to visions

and speak of Earthly garden

visits in gentler times

and seen again

while floating there above the storms.

******
May your canoe find quiet waters.

After the Silence of Spring Labour

moved venue to a rural setting.

a decade in the struggle to do such a simple thing.

a home for the Whimsical Garden,

a place for shields and eagle feathers,

to sit in the edge of the woods

and talk to the grandmothers who were our window into this dimension.

home after 53 years.
left to live with a foster family in a large city.

1956.

Much has happened here in the decades that I wandered the earth.
tutored in many sweat lodges,

many "jobs", many lands

the Stonespeaker" and DreamsStonesMoving .

two Mongrel Puppies,

to garden, a place for seniors.

to be of use in our retirement

until the Mother Ship hauls us out of here.

suspended moments, a war

a political education.

Vietnam in 1965-66.

the original play

"We were Soldier's Once"

Carlos Castaneda

Yaqui Don Juan,

("A Yaqui Way of Knowledge")

two points.
The first "Seek a path with heart."
The second "find place"

where unchallenged, invincible, comfortable, strong.

temporal dislocation occurs in war,

or traumatic experience,

some searchers

some lost.

The searcher restlessly walking razor’s edge

until that spot, that path, that purpose.

a generation of searchers.

the answers we seek are for the planet, for tribe,

for a generation of earthlings at peril.
***
Commuter estates collapsing investment reality:

debenture financial structures unstable,
equity systems alternative venue for asset

while currency of the new empires sort it out.
***
"The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences…"
—Winston Churchill, November 1936
***

many dysfunctional and disenfranchised senior citizens
many elders of the European and Haudenaushaunee stripe

elitist and arrogant mongrel confusions.
rusty, scarred, tired and retired Knights of the realm,

in liege to pharoahs,

duty bound to a disparate tribe.
***
called upon to rise above distracting physical discomfort

and growing distaste for the insensitive pathologies

of political and corporate bullies.
We are duty bound to remain humble,

give honest opinion with conscience,

gently but firmly with empathy

for the defenseless hordes

who bear the brunt of the agony

inflicted by the irresponsible,

indiscriminate and senseless behaviour

of political and corporate realms
***
unpredictable tropical depressions

and socio-economic hurricanes

predictably paralleled with seasonal political depressions.

the mad scramble,

flocks of flighty investors

flitting about financial realms

dithering as to the safest place to land.
***
citizens, of disparate, dysfunctional but hopeful democracy

bear the privilege and the imperative of embarrassment

for having tolerated, supported and even elected this .

The "11thHour" indeed.

simple but hard truths of the moment, the self evident facts

***
"..the first generation in the history of civilization to bear the responsibility of saving Mankind from himself." Albert Camus, 1946(?)
***
A silver bullet: a self evident truth shines ,

slices through the Disney-esque fantasies of "economic growth"
***
Apocalyptic events,

evolutionary tsunamis unfold

politics dreams through mainstream media

carbon energy based "sustainable" consumer capitalism

"growth" in resource based economies

destroying the environment which enabled these brief dreams.
***
we face a challenge and large unknowns of evolutionary proportions.
***
A growing nervousness underlies the cautious questioning ,

the murmurs and polite protest,

politics and the corporate ethic continues as usual

has cause to be ashamed.
***
Perhaps this is an archetypal purgatory,

the payment for sins committed in another dimension.
led by the self indulgent and culturally introverted

arrogant bastard Sons of God and Daughters of Men

rapturously captured by the Sirens of physical gratification.

events unfolding a self induced apocalypse to rid the planet of an attitude.
***
Inner sanctum decisions

purple haze of glitter

fancy contrived beauty,

tempered handmaidens,

eunuchs and sychophants.

"rich man/poor man"

corporate and political chatter,

the planet is ours,

the mass of organic life,

including human beings,

is stuff to play with.
***
hypnotized and dysfunctional.

"virus" in the biodegradable computer genome.
***
The Omega seeds, the StarSeeds,

T'Salagi grandmother suggests: Hang on.
May your canoe find quiet waters.
Mongrel Puppy.
June 11-2009

Bridge of Chaos

Friends, Bridge, and Horse, Niagara Falls, about 1905

Scott Family archive: Photo: George C. Scott of Dromore, Ulster (Belfast)

***

The briefing files can be read in any order . The "files" are extracted from notes on the potential for the evolution of city states made primarily between 1982-1988. They represent the stream of consciousness spun in the web of our genetic and culturally specific programming from a single mongrel point of view. This may not be how it is, but it is how I have experienced it, understand it and can imperfectly represent it. Questions are welcome, but be patient I may be in the garden.

***

Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
Briefing Files
background - overview: observation
brf.006
*
just beginning to grasp Einstein
"..a culturally neutral, unbiased metaphysics could unify the world."
"Critical Path:" Buckminster Fuller:
"The Omega Factor" Dr. Ring
‘Abduction:" Dr. John Mack
"Paradigm Wars:" Dr. Mark Woodhouse,
"Global Mind Change:" Dr. Willis Harman,.
*
our growing understanding,
science, evolution, multi-dimensional physics
holographic metaphysics
leads current crises.
absolutist physics and philosophy,
fundamentalism self destructive.
wars within shifting paradigm
restructuring the urban dynamic.
industrial age paradigm dissolving
global villages growing
a culturally unbiased metaphysics
building symbiotic civilization
wilderness recovers
colonies on the Moon
the trip to Mars.
The EarthTrek will make the StarTrek possible.
*
Omega, may your canoe find quiet waters.
*

Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
The Briefing Files
brf.007
*
some project a "perfect storm"
a wake up call: alarms buzzing for 40 years
while leadership is pushing the snooze button:
surrounded by ecclesiastic speculations
on the breakdown of components
the moment to moment is impossible to project
and political positioning guarantees a crisis
producing destructive, suicidal pathologies
denying ‘silver bullets’
*
alone rangers offer silver bullets
ideas form: third stage of power unfolds
words become weapons of mass destruction
to wealth, to illusion of currency
the hallucinogen, the house of cards
the sub-routines collapsing
*
‘silver lining’
silicone-electron neuron global brain
ideas-minds interlinked
unfolding potential
self sufficient cities determining construct
the Critical Path to
"The Magic of Findhorne,
the ecovillage network
can rebuild suburbs
with Todd’s ‘living water systems’
and Anna Edey’s dynamic greenhouse:
a self sufficient community can form in 6 months
city, desert, arctic.
The problem is conceptual, social, political not technical.
*
"Dark Age" burnout can stabilize, restructure before next leap
the seeds are inherent in the species

***

Ruminations on seeming gods
*
What discipline in seeming Gods
an arrogance,
no second thought
of conscious effort
in creative awareness,
a curious seeking
of superstition, a memory,
about Gods and Men
and earthly slaves
with fears of death.
a virus in seeming gods
perhaps extraterrestrial
perhaps intentional
or accidental threat
to liberated slaves
in physical and mental desert
who require
safe and healthy garden.
which even for gods seems a worthy objective
equal to solar horizons,
for universal explorers requiring home
***

Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
Briefing Files
summary:‘meta’ physics
brf.008
*
"True Confessions" from
realms of the dysfunctional,
with the imbued mythology of multiple personality disorders
and subsequent genetic streams of human consciousness:
evidence would suggest that purpose
of human body, a biodegradable carbon based life form
a computer host
a three dimensional harbour
for multi-dimensional being:
to "download" information
on multidimensional objectives
*
the alien takeover..
is fear of a larger force than ourselves
determining goals we do not understand
and against which we struggle..
***
some dynamic suggests that "resistance is futile"
but alliance with a balance of these Forces is possible.
that would be "faith in things unseen".
*
hence the seeking within the metaphysics, the religions, of the species.
we can speculate on the possibility
that differences of opinions may prevail as to objective,
even within a multidimensional community outside our time domain.
Hence the mythological "wars among the gods".
Are we choosing sides?
Are we divided by intent?
***

Bridge of Chaos Ruminations

An abandoned Farm in Southern Ontario where we'd like to retire and garden.

March 25, 2009

These briefing notes evolved in the early to mid 1980's, a synthesis, a distillation, a translation of the chaos common to us all.

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Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
The Briefing Files
brf.003
***

a Bridge of Chaos
the ruling paradigm in government-business-empire building
demonstrates a corporate-political feinted concern
led by the introverted, comfort-wealth-power addicted.
Our mutual concern
that we face climate, population, food and resource crises
of apocalyptic proportions.
While corporate globalization debates free trade on golf courses
our extemporary subdivisions are numbed to potential disaster,
isolated from realities.
We ignore, dismiss the caution-advice
of Galbraith, Fuller,
"Club of Rome" reports, "Limits to Growth", (Meadows)
"Mankind at the Turning Point" (Capra)
"The Coming Dark Age" ( Vacca)
"The Promise of the Coming Dark Age" (Stavrianos),
"Dark Age Ahead" (Jacobs) " Extinction" (Erhlich ) and "Collapse" (Diamond)
and the evolving passionate and cautionary information
from a global scientific community.
Urban addictions are the driving paradigm.
In the midst of weed killer debates and anti-smoking legislation
we barter the right to pollute.
We ignore gathering storms, creating an untenable status quo for our children.
We are an evolved industrial dysfunction in an electronic
globally defined systems age.
International development is spawning insurgency,
and an unresolvable chaos.
In the background 40 year threads in the Omega factor,
the 100 Monkeys consider
instinctively seek archetypal shutdown- reboot
a potential ‘dark age’, to ‘shock the monkey’
*
Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
The Briefing Files
brf.004
*
The Un-Comfortable Church of Wholly Unconvinced
considering
the Tribes of Abraham, the I-Brahmin
and the apocalyptic visions
an archetypal memory of ‘punishment’
a dysfunctional cultural PTSD
a bi-polar culture preparing for the inevitable
in violation of temporal directives
*
a collapsing ethic, a war with the planet
devouring the "primitive"
subduing the symbiotic
creating collapsing environment:
*
Circumstance poses the question:
is this virus within in our common human genome
a worm, a sleeper program in biodegradable computer brain
from genes, the intermarriage of "gods" and men
producing the unexpected, irreverent child
overcoming the adolescent proto-human?
*
The common evolved stream of arrogance within all of us
feeds the evolved Global influence
of the argumentative, the dysfunctional,
the self destructive.
*
A new mythology unfolds:
Hadrian's wall.
***

Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos

*
Hadrian’s Wall
There IS Some Thing
Called Camelot
if only in Our Dreams.
These Things we Speak
as Camelot
are More than What
They Seem!
When
Merlins Dream
of Camelot
And Arthurs Seek
the Crown,
When Pagan Armies
Storm the Wall
What Empire's Falling Down?
What Knights defy
The Table Round?
What Knights have crossed
the Sea?
What Legions Guard
the Village Gate
If only you and me?

***
rdb-mar-2001

Ruminations on the Bridge of Chaos
The Briefing Files
brf.005
*

guardian angels,
(multidimensional forces in the form of your choice)
guide our boat to quieter waters
in the new world.
*
we enter the passions of the "changetime"
we unfold new dream

we close war’sunfinished business.
a new empire evolves
out of WW IV.
*

the religio- politico construct
evolves or perishes
a thundering herd of changing minds

in the disparate threadsof the I-brahim
*

Church of the Wholly Unconvinced in the art, music, science
evolving out of the Einstinian age,
unfold the miracles
of a probing consciousness
in three dimensional matter

we become an evolutionary tsunami of unfolding dynamics
*
crises reshape the Tribes of Abraham
the Omega Seeds an allegory for a stream of consciousness,
a philosopher’s paradigm emerges
intervention in the addictions of the industrial age.
we labour for a dream

***