Scribbles before Fight

This will be a short post. Once my laptop reaches a 100% charge, I am Audi.

Sitting at the bridge between the two towers here at the Central Library earlier in the day.  Been wanting to come here for ages, finally did after going to Saturday mass. Needed to get some G Time. Haven’t done that for awhile. Think I will be coming more regular, may 2 or 3 times for morning mass. I think my soul can handle it. Actually, I backed off for a bit. Needed to get some space and time. Did my reading, and I gots me some understanding.

My mind wanders when sitting in church. A week back in Sunday Mass, and they had the statue of the Fatima. Mom came with me. When she saw the Fatima, she immediately got up and touched the statue’s feet.  She never did that before. The Fatima was on a visit from somewhere. I was a bit surprised. I lacked understanding.

Been researching the Fatima. Some stuff what I gathered.  This got me revved up again. Started visiting various other holy places from different religious practices. Wanted to go to the source for this Higher Power. Stopped by the LA synagogue. Went to a Buddhist temple. Spoke with an Iman. Stopped by the St Andrews Abbey. Also, visited San Fernando Mission again.

This Saturday mass, I started thinking of Manny Pacquiao Fight and Chess.  Used to play chess, a lot. The Bishop, the knight, the queen, king and so on. Why do people choose the roles they take? What possess one to do what they do? Is it evolution? Is it behavioral? Is it some unresolved stuff from a previous life? What is it?

Take for instance the Dalai Lama. He’s been reportedly  reincarnated a fourteen times. His presence has inspired many movies, Seven Years in Tibet, Kundun and so on. He’s a rock star. Supposedly, in some schools of Hinduism it says that we have 8 stages of life in Hinduism. 2 stages belong to the life before. 4 stages are your own. Last two stages are set ups for the life coming. Karmic law and Dharma and the rest.

General Patton believed in reincarnation, too. He felt he fought in the Italy before as a Roman. I mean, he was a hero to the People.  Like George Washington and Bruce Lee. Like Manny Pacquiao. What makes a person a hero?

Tonight, for example, Manny Pacquiao will be fighting Margarito tonight in Dallas, Texas. A classic hero, coming from the barrios of the Philippines, and makes good. Margarito, a fallen fighter, who is looking for redemption. Maybe, it is how 24/7 HBO depicts these characters. But all this is Joseph Conrad myth-making stuff.

Freddie Roach, Manny’s trainer, said this may well be Manny’s last fight. Win or lose. WIN, OF COURSE. But certain people have been gifted. A Midas Touch about it them. From Poverty to Power in a short lifetime. What makes a person overcome Herculean Labors? What brings them to the top of the Mountain? This is so Rocky-ish. Is it some divine intervention? Is it pure will? Is it Darwinian’s “Most Fit” at play?  Our history is filled with these rags to riches. Secreteriat, Abraham Lincoln, Jackie Robinson, and so on. Overcoming obstacles are what heroes do. What separates the good from the great? What is the Gravitas? We all know it when we see it.

Back to church, I was thinking. A pawn is supposedly the weakest piece on the board. Can be taken out by a slew of other pieces. Rook, Bishops, Knights and Queens. However, once the pawn reaches its eight rank, then it can be transformed to a stronger piece. Sure many fall the waist side. They are cannon fodder.  Eight opportunities to reach the 8^th rank, then possibilities are endless.

Think about it. Some say being King is good. It is the piece that matters. Games ends and finishes with the King. It can go any which way. Up, down, left, right, diagonal. However, it is not afforded the range of maneuverability as his Queen. Plus, everyone and their mother are coming after you.  That is the whole basis of the game, Capture the King.

Being a queen is no picnic, either. Sure, it has the power of the Rook and bishop combined. But there is only one of her, compared the others. Plus, Queen is also on many people’s wish list. Furthermore, these lowly pawns at the end of the game, all want to be like her eventually. It’s a reverse sword party. No, perhaps, it more a it’s a Lilith Fair. By game’s end. I mean why would anyone want to be king. The queen has the most power on the board.

Still, I digress. Whether you are a King,  queen, Bishop, Knight . We all have some role we play in life. We are Mother, Father, Daughter, Son, Brother Sister, and so on. Actually, we die and are reborn. We go through rites of passage where we put childlike things away to become something more. To take our place in the community again. We become many things by necessity. It is built in. Hardwired in the DNA. Conditioned by Society with an ever changing system of reward and punishment.

We pursue many things. Evolving and devolving in order grasp these trinkets and ideals from the nethersphere.  Each role brings benefits and drawbacks. Like salmon, there is a drive, an instinct, a wish to reach the top of the mountain. Going upstream, battling each other, battling predators to survive. All in order to seed the next generation with our hopes, dreams, and DNA.

Things is. This is all okay. It has purpose. May not be the things one likes. We may delude ourselves with beliefs of grandiosity. Some things are true whether we believe it or not. Still, it is what we got. All this is the life stuff. This is the fun part. We fall in love. We fall out of it. We have our hearts filled with Joy and Love. We get our Hearts broken with no foreseeable reason.  We recover, then discover, “Let’s Do It Again.” We fight. We win. We fight. We lose. We do what we do because this is the thing we call, “Life.”  We need to be inspired. This is the Hero’s role. We need to be filled with something greater. We search for this “Feel Good.” We seek to be re-energized. To transform. To be Queened. 

Okay. Time is up. Sorry, this was longer than anticipated. Got in the Flow. My laptop is charged and it is time to watch another hero battle.  In life, we are all pawns. We are also Kings and Queens, too. And everything In Between. Okay, “Let’s Get ready to RRRUUUMMMMBBBLLLEEE!!! “ Go Manny Pacquiao.

Scream Laughter

Aaahhhh!!!

Enthusiasm is Infectious

There was movie made long ago. Life Is Beautiful. Never saw it. It won an Academy Award. What I remember most was not the winning, but it was the celebrating. Roberto Begnini was so joyous and exuberant that he jumped out of his seat. Walked on seats. He began to shout and scream with laughter. Such genuine joy, no one could not be infected by this. Could not stop smiling. You Tube Video of Roberto Begnini accepting Academy

Scream Laughing Therapy For the Doldrums

One thing I do when I am with my nieces is scream. We have the sunroof open and we just start screaming. I start with a giggle. Then 0 to 100 mph, in ten seconds. Then a laugh, then I go to the extreme. I sceam in laughter. Loud. Yes, it is fake. Loud and fake. Loud and vein popping. People in cars next to us just start looking at us while I scream in laughter. Yes, I do try to embarrass my nieces.  They just can’t help but smile. They just can’t help but start giggling and smiling. It helps when you are in a car with family and friends. Stuck in traffic. No one can get away. They start to giggle. Captured audience, literally. If they are drinking something, you get bonus points when fluids shoot out their nose.

Fake It, Til You Make It

I mean. Fake Scream Laugh until it feels like you are passing a kidney stone. Got to show enthusiasm. Be ridiculous. This is not for the faint of heart. Veins must be popping. Face should be reddening. Sides should begin to hurt. Once on a roll, the thought of stroking out is not uncommon. Can’t think of a better way to go. Laughter becomes contagious. Throwing caution to the wind. laugh until you can’t catch breathe. Personally, I see them smile and I begin to cry in joy. Ask them.

Toothy Smile Is How It Begins

Others just can’t stop laughing. Hearing someone laugh with such enthusiasm. People, as a rule, can not help it. First its a smirk. Then a smile. Then it becomes an open mouth smile. Do it right people will begin to giggle. Mouth open. Releasing the hormones of laughter is good. Ever watch Patch Adams. Medicinal laughter is not new.

At Times, Life is a Joke. Might As Well Get Paid.

My friend Corrine did stand up comedy. She was good, I hear. She has lived a challenged life. I know it. Caught some short previews when the material for her works was being made. She is happier now. From what I read on her Facebook page I see the hard times have not made her a hard person. I find her strong and happy now. She should stop smoking though. If you are reading this Corrine, Stop.   

A red headed hurricane. She hates that. She is a whirlwind. Never thought this was a bad term of endearment. She makes an impact on your life. Death and destruction is not her way. Okay, a little destruction. Its okay we need to clear things away at times. 

She is an emotionally deep. She is a Scorpio. Strong. Tough exoskeleton. A Wicked sting. With a skill of reinventing herself. She cares and she steps up. No, she is not sheep. At times she was not always fitting at times. However, she was Queen. Whether in online land or ICC, sorry about the trash thing. Should have backed your play. Corrines, you are someone to admire. Someone to look up to.

 

Black Box for Relationships: Cramnarttocs

Rinnes, I don’t care what others think. Some may not like you. I am not one of them. I love ya. To those that have hate in their heart, defriend them. 

Remember, some people get stuck. People get blocked. Sometimes a flush up the anus will clear the crap. Its okay, they are plugged up. A friendship enema. What is stuck inside them will hurt them more than they do you. Sepsis of the soul. Karmic Crap. People are cranky. Bowels obstructed would make most feel uncomfortable. 

Thar She Blows. . .

Backup not a pretty sight. Just watch out when they blow. Diarrhea of anger and hate. They get rancid inside.Some get past Freud's oral stage. However, others are stuck in the Retentive. Explosion, not always a pretty sight. Chunks of crap splattered on the side of the white porcelain. Just Flush. They don't the have Fiber of Love. The stuff to pick and clean that gunk inside.  Its pretty unsightly. If you can pray and send Love, then maybe the colitis of can be removed away. Remember Nuts are not good. Lincoln logs need to expelled. Just flush. Nice imagery. Poop.

Open the Door, Damn It

Poop. Poop. Poop—Okay I’m done.

At any rate, where do I go now with this enema metaphor?

Hmmmm. Bathroom?

Well, gotta run. Nature is calling. Seem like an appropriate place to end. 

Why? Shit happens. And You Gotta Go, Go. Just Flush. Please Flush. Don't want to smell your stuff. It Stinks.