Who Owns the Boobs? Or: Want to Help Me Control The World?

I made up some beliefs, with a little help from my friends.

"I believe. . ."
This phrase reminds me of Kevin Costner's great speech as baseball player Crash Davis in about the best baseball movie ever made, Bull Durham.  Susan Sarandon, confident woman of the world, hauls two players over to her apartment (one being Costner, the other Tim Robbins) and says, "Every season I hook up with one guy.  Usually takes me couple weeks to pick the guy.  You two are the best I see so far.  Let's talk."

Crash, who's 37, gets up to leave.  "Where you going?"  "At my age, I don't believe in trying out."  "Well, what do you believe in?"

Now the screenwriter kicks it into high gear!  "I believe in good scotch, high fiber and in the small of a woman's back.  I believe the novels of Susan Sonntag are overrated, self-indulgent crap.  I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone.  I believe in opening your presents Xmas morning not Xmas eve.  And I believe in long, slow, deep, wet kisses that last three days."
Sarandon says, "Oh, my, you do give speeches, Crash," but he walks out.

My turn.  I do not believe in good scotch or that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. AH BELIEVE this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, and that the lower-energy Age of Pisces has just ended.  Ah believe there's nothing new about the New Age, and that's the best thing about it.  Ancient wisdom from 100 traditions all over the world is now available to humanity in general, combined with our new learning.  That's the New Age; East is meeting West, and the way it's happening now Is New.

AH BELIEVE my minister Rev. Pamela was right when she said, "There are two basic modes.  You can resist whatever life brings along, or you can accept it.  When you resist, you're basically stopping the growth force in the flow of life.  You usually don't feel good.  When you accept, you're inviting it in, and it adds new light and life to what you already have."  Later she said, "When we die and go to the Other Side, we review our lives.  Nobody judges us; they let us do that.  Maybe there's something we want to correct next time."  Ah believed that, too.

After Pamela's service lifted our spirits, we had carrot cake and I heard a nice woman say, "At that drum circle, he was snuzzling up to Sharon.  He's dating someone.  That's not okay."

Nice Woman--it was Melissa, everybody guess, was accepting or resisting the actions of this guy?  Clue:  last two words are "not okay."

Next question:  As she said that, did she feel light, airy, and fun or did she feel bothered and indignant?  Hah--you get two guesses; I get two guesses.  Last question:  was she judging Duh Guy or leaving him to judge himself?   Judging him.  Okay, 100% on the quiz.   So Pamela with her new-age woo-woo philosophy, had just spelled out Nice Slender Middle-aged Woman's whole emotional vibe right then.  She was looking down on behavior that it's very common to look down on around here, for widely agreed-upon and solid reasons she would be happy to rattle off.  Nice Woman saw herself as a Moral Person complaining about a Less Moral Person.  On Nice Woman's energy level, she's right.  But what she's doing traps her at that level.  She reaps what she sows--inner discontent.  My other minister, Rev. Betty, talks a lot about cause and effect. Ah Buhlieve her, too.

The God People (I'm one) say God loves us no matter what we do.  Was Nice Woman acting in the image of God, letting love fill her heart and flow out to Duh Guy?  Was she leaving judgment to those of greater wisdom, to Josephine Angel floating in the stratosphere?  Or was she kind of being a know-it-all, ready to declare What Should Be?

As I drove away from the service, it came to mind that Nice Woman was using a system from the Age of Pisces.  It was my Insight of the Week.  I get one every week.  Security, often hard to come by with all those medieval wars and Chinese emperors, was much sought after.  We did this by trying to control not only our own actions, with limited success, but also the actions of others, with less success.  We entered and still enter into emotional contracts:  I won't attack your country if you don't attack mine.  I'll give you my unconditional love on the condition that you give me yours.  I'll risk my happiness on you if you risk your happiness on me.

How could anything possibly go wrong?   I saw a couple on a talk show where the woman showed low-cut cleavage.  The guy was all bent out of shape; he couldn't be happy unless he could control her.  "I feel like those are My Boobs, and she's sharing them with the world!"  She probably just wanted to feel attractive, wanted to compete.  Or maybe she wanted to leave him.  I hate to break it to this kid, but those were not his boobs, and if he places control of his happiness in the hands of the true boob owner, instead of looking within to find peace and meaning where it really is, he's gonna be pissed off for a loooooooong time.

I saw a thing where Alien said to Earthwoman in spaceship, "Your planet is freedom planet.  Your sentient beings free mind and will.  Only be possessed if allow be possessed."  Ah buhlieved that, too.  I swallow it all.  This means the only one who gets to manage Ms Low-Cut's cleavage is Ms Low-Cut.  In Saudi Arabia they may behead her, but only she controls her desire to show off.  If her independent will is strong enough, she may leave "our freedom-loving friends in Saudi Arabia," as Harry Shearer has so aptly dubbed them, go to Central Park in NYC, and take off her top.  There's a club of freedom-loving ladies that does that.  I found pictures on the Net. It's legal in New York.  Now why would someone like Ted Cruz ever complain about NY--was it 'standards?'  No.  'Mores?'  Not his kind of word? 'Morality?'

Competition and Jealousy were very big in the Age of Pisces, and they're holding their own here at the start of Aquarius.  They're slipping a little.  Jealousy is an inherently uncomfortable, dissatisfied state.  I'm jealous of President Trump on several levels.  We will be letting lots of that go, substituting cooperation, releasing our tendency to judge, or we'll never have a happier world, never have an Age of Aquarius.  

Individually we can experience a happier world.  Inside ourselves we can make a shift.  We don't have to wait for the world.  My friend Lester became emotionally imperturbable; inner peace came to live inside his chest.  He let go of Desire.

I have the same problem as Nice Woman and Boob Man.  On the way to the Reverends' reverent service, I u-turned too tight and bumped the side of my car against the median.  It was loud!  I don't even dare look at the damage.  I suddenly felt Utterly Livid, Just Plain Bonkers With Anger at it.  At Myself, and At Damned Life for being that way!  It was good to let this deeply suppressed feeling up, even though it was the urge to twist something (like me) up into a pretzel and throw it over a fence.  Once I let that feeling up, I felt Completely Crappy until I let some of its energy go.  The rest will reappear some other time, likely when I do some other Stupid Thing, err, some other Human Thing.  I have as many self-defeating emotional patterns to release, as much resistance to things in life, as Nice Woman and Boob Man do.


And no, I'm not giving her a copy of this essay unless she tells me her guardian angel said I have a message for her.  I didn't write this blog for her.  I'm the one who needs this lesson.  My instant reaction to her was, "We just had a funeral service so uplifting I could walk on air.  I reach for a piece of carrot cake and we're bitching about a guy being self-indulgent after he's had a beer at a party?  Why do you think people go to drum circles, to sit and fart?"  I complained to myself about her complaining to the room.  I resisted and was stuck in the Energy of Pisces, or lower.  I stopped the energy flow, did not feel smooth, airy, enlightened, not until later when I laughed it off while writing this.

So that's my choice: wanna tap into "cosmic energy" or wanna go around deciding how other people need to live?

I'm not saying my choice is easy, but it is simple.  It's clear.   I also suspect it's your choice, too.  One more of my nutty beliefs.