I'm picking up good vibrations... really?

Why are we all so angry?  Where does this anger come from?  I have been thinking about this for some time and have come to some conclusions.

First, some background:

My grandfather, a Theosophist, use to sit me on his knee and try to explain to me that every physical thing we know, or know of, is made up of different densities of gas.  This is well illustrated by sitting on the beach and gazing out over the ocean on a hot, sultry day.  On such a day, the horizon blurs and you cannot tell where water ends and air begins.  The same thing can happen between water and ice.

Now, these many years later, we understand through thermodynamics that every thing we know, or know of, is also different densities of energy.  Energy that vibrates and pulsates.  Vibrations and pulsations that create, in the aggregate, a measurable "Cosmic Vibe."  We need look no further than the moon to see the effects of a stellar body's magnetic field on the earth and on us.  The effect is real and visceral and cannot be denied.

When I first saw a nighttime desert sky the creation of astrology and astrological figures became perfectly clear to me, for the desert sky is so clear and stars so abundant that they become three-dimensional.  They have depth and breadth.  It's as easy to lie on your back and see figures in the stars as it is to see them in the clouds.  They appear so close that you can touch them.  Certainly, feel them.  

I believe that in the distant past mankind could actually feel the magnetic fields, the "vibes", of the planets as they crossed the sky.  Over the millenia our bodies and our psyches became so attuned to the cosmic vibes, this cosmic rhythm, that our bodily functions, even our peace of mind, became totally in sync with the cycles and vibes of the planets and the earth.

And the point is?

We have so cluttered our environment with all manner of radio waves and electromagnetic fields that the cosmic vibes essential to our health and well being are as polluted as the air we breath and the water we drink.  

There is virtually no place left on earth where we can escape being bombarded by microwaves.  They rain down on us from satellites above.  They are blasted throughout the environment from cell phone towers, television and radio transmission towers, all sort and manner of citizen band radio, short-wave radio, magnetic fields from power lines, the power grid, your computer, your cell phone, microwave oven and even your toaster.

They create an artificial vibe that keeps us on edge, that keep us off-balance, that keep us fearful and angry.  Add to that the artificial chemicals we eat and drink, noise pollution, visual pollution, general confusion and an over-populated planet and it's a wonder there aren't more people randomly killing and chewing off people's faces. 

George Carlin use to liken America to water going down a drain.  As it nears the center it spins faster and faster until it's finally gone.  I fear that is now a prescription for all of mankind.    

What a weekend!

Memorial Day weekend.  For you blokes, Memorial Day is the day we colonials set aside to remember all who died defending the homeland, beginning with running off the Red Coats forward to one of our local boys being killed by a drunk driver in Minnesota a month ago (but that's another story).  

As per usual, my buddy Punch come up to visit, for it is also the weekend of the Jacksonville Jazz Festival and the Florida Folk Festival and, the Grand Prix of Monaco, the Indianapolis 500 and the Coke 600.  In short, the perfect weekend for two gearhead music lovers to hang out, drink martinis, smoke cigars and be entertained by world-class music and auto racing.  Having stocked the larder with booze, beer and steaks, we were prepared for anything... we thought.

Saturday morning and a beautiful day for a stroll on the downtown river walk.  The Jazz Festival occurs in the streets of downtown so a quick visit to the local trendy arts/farmer's market seemed in order.

Along the way we stopped in to take a look-see at a make-shift sculpture exhibit that included works by some of our friends.

The exhibit was intended to be whimsical and fun and it succeeded on both counts.  The giant bird's nest speaks for itself but the Styrofoam wall is a pretty good story.  It seems the artist spent late nights over several months gathering styrofoam packaging from around his neighborhood and assembled all of the pieces into this really fun and interesting piece.  We quizzed him over whether he was going to take it apart and take the individual pieces back to where he found them, late at night of course. He's considering it.

Next stop was the Jazz Festival downtown.  There are several stages placed around downtown and you simply walk to the acts you wish to see.  The festival is free and again, good fun.  Saw Bella Fleck and Marcus Roberts do a great eclectic set followed by jazz giant Sonny Rollins.  Beautiful day.  Everything is rosie.  That night we went to a street festival in another part of town.  Punch probably has some flicks over at his place.. here.

 Plans were to go back to the Jazz Festival on Sunday but were informed by mayoral proclamation on TV that all Sunday and Monday activities had been cancelled do to the approaching tropical storm, Beryl.  What?  Beryl??  What kind of name is that for a storm anyway?

We decided to ride down to Mayport near the ocean Sunday morning to check it out and found all of the shrimp boats in port and battening down.  Threatening skies and wind gusts at about 30-40 knots.

Spoke to the skipper of the Miss Rosa and asked how bad it was off shore.  He said, "Bad enough for me to be here and not there."  "So there's a real blow coming?" I asked.  He just nodded and went on about his business.

The crew and captain, doing all of the work, rolling out another tire to fender the boat against the dock.  You can see from the palms that the wind is picking up.

Leaning into the wind.  There is no weather that will deter fishermen and surfers.

A spot of sunshine highlights the inland fleet snug in their berths.  About six o'clock that afternoon the wind started in earnest.  It was a beautiful sight to see, the storm blowing in off of the river.  Sustained gusts of 65-70 knots.  Rain coming down in sheets.  Trees leaning, small branches and other debris falling on the roof like the rain.  About ten o'clock we lost power and it stayed off for the next 12 hours or so.  It's surprising how much you hear when there is nothing electric moving or making noise.  Just got cable/internet/tv/phone on about an hour ago.  All-in-all, a weekend to remember.