Wednesday, November 15, 2017

She liked the witch well enough to think of her as “a best friend.” But there were ideas residing in the witch’s brain that made her as curious to the Mason’s wife as those who wait for a messiah…


The assortment of insane people on the planet was vast; their antics on display daily, as well as those who hid in the open, immune from scrutiny, ready to snap when least expected…


Benign madness was tolerable, but the other was growing like a bad rash; it made the Mason’s wife think the end was near in some apocalyptic way. Her grandma used to say that the mule carries only so much before it falls…


“If General MacArthur had used the A-bomb on North Korea, the present situation would not be in place,” her husband said. “But we didn’t want to look like thugs, so Truman fired him. It might have been a mistake.”…


The reality of it was a major bummer. She didn’t see a rosy future like the witch. The Mason’s wife saw the madness widen, the confusion infesting the crowd, the world falling into a deeper psychosis, madness overpowering madness. Suicides galore, daily, by the numbers…


Only your state of mind will see you through, she thought…


Valhalla was a place where Viking warriors went to feast and die in battle endlessly. Human aspirations have grown since. A gorge on pork and ale and then to die again and again in blissful battle doesn’t sound as good as it once did. Better 72 virgins or a walk with Jesus…


Humans today want to live inside machines, and the witch believes that such a thing is possible. The Mason’s wife could not envision this. She saw a corroding world, breaking down, in the hands of irrational men. The global angst had thickened. People were collectively waiting for the other shoe to drop…


Tuesday, November 14, 2017

It’s interesting to note that all the VIP sex scandals came to a head after Hugh Hefner passed on. The kettle was boiling before but it didn’t spill over until he was six under…


The witch thought that was odd, yet an apropos metaphor for the deconstruction of male chauvinism and sexual aggression in the workplace…


The paradigm is changing in speedy fashion, so fast that some people hardly believe what’s happening…


By design, a whole new frequency descends on the country when a fresh administration takes the wheel. It is Trump’s turn to haunt the White House, to radiate his political aura, blowing a storm with a common sneeze…


But above and beyond the politics there is another change in the air, independent of human control; unfurling long before the human race crawled out of the muck…


Speeding up the feathered waves, the short topmost level braiding the others, challenging realities, dropping veils, allowing wonders to emerge…


Some will say that nothing has changed, history continues unwinding at its pace; people come, people go, and everything is as normal as before…


No, she thought, not as before. People are heading into a future where they will live in machines, pasting their souls to neutrinos for high tech joyrides…


There was much to look forward to, she thought, and all the reason in the world to heal the madness and neuter the greedy. The new world was hammering out another reality, bending minds and changing perspectives…


While turmoil ironed out the kinks, consciousness sought a more expanded form, pitching the chaff to the wayside…


This was no time to play with exterminating buttons, no time to sniff out a global grave. It was the appointed time to exceed our limits, to experience what we have always feared: living in a world without salvation, accepting that being in God’s mind is forever and enough…


Thursday, November 9, 2017

The Master Mason was feeling the vibe and it wasn’t good. The tax reform bill, both versions, were good enough to fool the uninitiated (until they feel it), but the truly middle-class bean counters will only scoff…


As is, reading between the lines of the fine print in either version says the middle class will be required to carry a heavier load, as usual…


Everyone expected Trump to favor the rich because he’s one of them. Let what benefits him benefit others (at his level), while the less financially endowed take up the slack, as usual…


The irony is that there is no shine in either bill and, in the end, dig the debt deeper still at a faster rate. Why in god’s name is a bunch of self-promoting politicians making changes to something that needs to be revamped from the bottom up, not tweaked to benefit the wealthy…


Trump is turning out to be an aberration that will require careful analysis by future historians…


By the looks of it, as of now, he has only the resolution of North Korea to validate his administration. If he manages to defuse the menacing situation, thought the Master Mason, by nullifying Fat Kim, Trump’s tenure will have been worth it; otherwise he will be a near washout...


He will go down in history as a sober reminder of what it’s like to have a carnival barker at the helm…


Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The skies were gray without rain, and the temperatures had adjusted to seasonal norms. Fall was here at last along with its belated melancholia…


It was a good day for a cup of tea…


The Mason’s wife wondered what sort of conflict existed between the Texas shooter and his mother-in-law. This seems to be the epicenter of the tragedy. What karmic ties brought them together? At its core it had to be about religion, considering that the man was a confirmed atheist…


“That was just the trigger,” said the witch. “It probably went a lot deeper than that. It could easily have been any other reason. Maybe it was so deep neither one of them fully understood it.”…


The witch was convinced the incident was ignited by karmic circumstances, and the Mason’s wife had no trouble going along with this. Her problem was comprehending why the other church members had to be dragged into it. This did not make any sense to her whatsoever…


“Maybe Trump has a point,” she said. “Maybe the guy had a mental problem.”…


“Of course he did,” said the witch. “He was nutty as a fucking loon, made crazier still by his burning hatred.”…