Another day in Hollywood

Another day in Hollywood. Sitting in the Belly of the Beast with a ringside seat to the apocalypse. What to do? The shit’s getting pretty damn gnarly. I’ve been saying it for years. Now it’s happening. Apocalypse, Kali Yuga, whatever ya wanna call it. Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, civil wars, nuclear meltdowns, mass insanity and psychic devastation, economic collapse and more. The social structure is coming unraveled. The old paradigms are dying. The center cannot hold. Humanity is approaching the big sinkhole.

All day long my monkey brain and soul flip around like a dying marlin, flippin and floppin back n’ forth from matters of divine prophecy to the basest of mundane concerns, like that most ridiculous of endeavors: planning for the “future” — even as the fact that there is no sustainable future for humanity – of which I am a part, at least in part – hammers at the walls of my decaying head like a crackhead in a hailstorm. Another fine mess, Ollie!

But this mass of monkey instincts known as JS ain’t going down without a bloody battle, sweet Virginia, no no no. Ugh. What the fuck is going on? End Times? Kali Yuga? Reptilian takeover? I shudder to think.

The only way out, it would appear, is by means of that magic carpet ride known as the spirit, since it’s becoming increasingly clear that all the cash and prizes and goodies of this material labyrinth cannot sustain the Big Ride much longer, even for a walking, talking bottomless pit like myself. Yikes!

For what, then, is all this hard work and passionate love and hate and dedicated service and creative action and introspection and character building if it can’t even get a poor bastard into some plastic fantastic man-made heaven? If all it serves for is to maybe get one paid and get laid? Perhaps for no other reason than the evolutionary betterment of one’s trans-mortal transcendant soul – the only thing that will be left standing when all of humanity’s egocentric monuments to its own absurdity have long crumbled into stardust.

I ain’t got no answers, but I ain’t jumping into the bottomless pit without asking a whole shitload of questions yet.

It’s real good to be on this broken down ferris wheel ride with some of my good brothers and sisters, even as the shit gets weirder by the minnit!

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2011.

* Kali is the Goddess who destroys ignorance, illusions, delusions, and the various manifestations of the self focused ego like jealousy, anger, hatred and negative emotions. Sometimes the destruction of these structures and resulting change is smooth but mostly it happens only through highly painful and traumatic experiences.

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