Wednesday, May 26, 2004

May 26, 2004
Since I saw the movie What the (Bleep) Do We Know? last weekend I have been trying to actualize a unique daily affirmation. The theory was put forth by one of the doctors featured on the docudrama. I have had some success (I’ve done two illustrations in two days) but wished out loud I had the actual transcript from the movie so I could really study it.

Wasting no time, Kathy went on Google and found the verbatim transcript (isn’t Google amazing?) and here it is:

I Create My Day
The most often referenced interview in the film is Dr. Joe Dispenza's comments on creating his day. In response to the numerous requests, the following is the transcript of that part of interview.

"I wake up in the morning, and I consciously create my day the way I want it to happen. Now, sometimes, because my mind is examining all the things that I need to get done, it takes me a little bit to settle down, and get to the point, of where I'm actually intentionally creating my day. But here's the thing.

"When I create my day, and out of nowhere, little things happen that are so unexplainable, I know that they are the process or the result of my creation. And the more I do that, the more I build a neural net, in my brain, that I accept that that's possible. Gives me the power and the incentive to do it the next day."

This morning I loaded up a spare art desk and brought it in to the office. Ron pulled out my ratty old wagon wheel couch and re-arranged my office so the art desk fits right in. Now all I have to do is draw.

Last night at six I met my neighbor JD in the creek bottom below his house. He was driving his John Deere front-end-loader, and we pushed past the bushes and loaded up my pickup with some good flat rocks for my driveway project. Felt good. Buddy Boze Bell got into it with a pack of coyotes and scrambled through the cattails and creek bottom howling and barking. If only the coyotes were wearing hats I think Buddy would have destroyed them all.

Talked with Joan, Linn and Kelly Dodd on the way out. They asked me if I had been noticing any dead birds and come to think of it, I saw one in the driveway about a week ago. Didn't look like he was brought down by a predator, just died. They told me they have found a half dozen in and around their property. Just small ones. The fear is it's West Nile Virus.

Gus and I tweaked in another one of my John Wesley Hardin paintings into Classic Gunfights, this morning. It’s of Selman blasting away as he comes through the Acme’s swinging doors. Hardin is facing us, with a quizzical look on his face as the muzzle blast flashes an eerie blue light behind his head, sending a sliver of light coming out of his left eye. I know, I know—it’ so gross, but that’s what I love about these psychopathic gunfights.

Bart Bull believes it’s all a Baby Boomer by-product of the Zapruder film and the Kennedy assassination. He asked me recently if I was into the Kennedy conspiracy theories and I admitted when I was in college I bought it all. I even confessed to going to one of those travelling conspiracy shows, which I saw at Grady Gammage about 1973. At that time, the general public had never seen the Zapruder 8mm film of the assassination and you had to go to one of these travelling circuses to see it. Of course the bearded moderator showed it over and over, backwards and forwards, and I remember he must have said a hundred times, “We just don’t know.” As in, “Is that a shadow of the second gunman on the grassy knoll? We just don’t know.”

Today, of course, I'm much more mature and I believe that one of the Lee Harvey Oswalds acted alone.

“The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you can see.”
—Winston Churchill

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