by
Jaye B.
Greetings All,
I do hope you are enjoying the tail end of the horrible mercury retrograde we are in which will thankfully end on the 24th. This one has been brutal in the one-misfortune-after-the-other department and it’s amazing that I’m not more PTSD dissociated than I already am from it. I’m even more amazed that my spirit still has not been broken, nor my soul crushed. The God thread is still apparently intact. Walk by faith and not sight I’m guessing is the thing to do.
Had a guy that was afternoon drunk crash my shaded spot in the park asking for a cigarette. He got his life story out of himself in less than five minutes as his blue heeler laid in the shade by me. Said he has been carrying his mother’s ashes in an urn for the last 24 years and that a Catholic priest in Las Vegas told him that her soul was suffering because of it. Seeking a second what to do with the ashes opinion, another Catholic priest told him that she was just fine. I should’ve grabbed my Bible and camp shovel and had him follow me out to the desert so he could bury the urn while I read psalm 23. (If I see him again, I’ll offer to do so.) He also cataloged all the deaths that he has witnessed in his life, an addiction to pain meds and cigarettes. He told me I had it made and that people would be envious of my free spirit lifestyle. I then shared with him how many people have said this to me, not realizing just how hard and demanding it is, esp. in the fair weather friends department and being treated as something less than human as well, because of low socio-economic status. I’m glad Jimmy crossed my path because he’s the same age as I am but quite wrecked, like so many others I see. It has gotten to the point that when I size up boomers who feel the need to talk to me, I know exactly what substances they abused in their lives just by looking at the lines in their faces and their eyes as well. As my new friend walked away after the unsolicited confession, I could see the gaping scapegoat wound on his back and the burden he indeed was carrying, inspiring me to add him to my very long prayer list.
-Had to drive my hobbling vehicle to an actually honest mechanic in town here who rightfully bitched about all the money being shoveled into the Ukraine vortex, while more and more people go homeless here in the USA. He told me about all the people lining up around the block at the food shelves and waiting for hours just to get food past the expiration date. It reminded me of when this guy saw me out in the desert a few years ago, turned around and offered to help me. He gave me a box of canned salmon and other goods that were a good five years past the expiration date. I recall putting what he gave me out for the ravens, who turned their beaks up at it and flew away, scolding me.
I am really grateful my intuition is functioning because it told me not to go back to Death Valley where my car definitely would have broken down, leaving me stranded. After the car got sock-it-to-me fixed and I drove away, my song A Fetish for Entropy came to mind:
I’ve got a fetish for entropy,
It’s a love affair with a 30 day warranty,
It’s a love affair, With no thermal energy,
It is titillating the steady state right out of me x 3,
When the things I buy, wear out and break ,
I get even more hot and bothered,
when I have to get them all replaced x3,
over and over and over.
Entropy is capitalism’s best friend!
-At Walmart I had to get some fuel injector cleaner which required an ID check as apparently kids are huffing the stuff. An employee came over to check out and we got into a discussion about it and he told me that a friend of his died from huffing gasoline and I told him about a millionaire kid back in Minneapolis who did the same and died. (For those in the know, he owned Seedy Underbelly recording studio) Another employee overheard us, came over and told me that her perpetually drunk boyfriend refuses to leave her home. I told her I would pray for him and her in an intercessory way and she got a funny look on her face which I had trouble reading. Probably an It won’t do any good expression. Anyhoo, I love my Walmart employee friends. I do most of my socializing with them as they are all down to earth which ranks high in my book.
-for my new subscribers and followers:
The post went bacterial…I mean viral, so a big TY to Reset News readers.
-As always, a big thank you to those of you who care and help me out. One of my dreams is to get you all together in a physical location out in the desert and do my acoustic guitar set in a certain Hz I oft mention. It would be quite the trip for sure.
Have a wonderful evening everyone and please do something kind for somebody less fortunate than yourselves on this day.
Blessings,
Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
Was a girl in a mobile home park that sniffed gasoline daily. She was of school age, but didn't go to school. Mind blown I guess, or it was going to be. Sad really.
Cheers Jaye, your spirit seems much better lately.