Can you take me back- -
Can you take me back where I came from
Brother, can you take me back
-----Can you take me back
Can you take me where I came from
Can you take me- - - Back
Next month something I never thought I'd live to take place is going to actually happen. Paul Mc. Cartney will actually turn sixty-four. Back then sixty-four was really considered old. These days eighty is the new sixty. These days is isn't grand children on your knees, they're probably your own kids given all the jerriatric sex there is out there with viagara and everything these days. A lot of people believe in the logarithmic theory of length of life perception. A four year old lives four more years and then he's eight and he looks back on four as a long time ago because it's half his life. He has to wait till he's sixteen for that phenominon to occur again. When Paul was half his age now he was thirty-two. If you can't remember when that was it was 1974 and he'd just released "Junior's Farm". For a log of younger people I might have well have said "Moonlight Serenade" by Glen Miller. For you, "Junior's Farm" and "Sally G" are so prehistoric they don't play them on the radio any more. But half of Paul's life looking back from age 32 would place him at the moment he first met John and joined the Quarrymen. (To me that sounds like a vastly longer period of time) My Dad introduced this logarithmic theory to me. But it breaks down after a while because I as a fifty year old can clearly remember when I was twenty-five. (If only- - ) But most five year olds cannot remember the time when they were two & a half and going through potty training. Life is a mystery. I used to believe that children were a blank slate and everything a parent did would mold their personalities. Back in psychology days we were told there was an "imprinting period" at about age three or four where you were "set for life". Your personality was moldable up to that point but from then on it was set in concrete. Then came along James Dobson saying that certain kids are inherently different from birth than other kids. I chafed at these words. They grated over me like sand paper because they went against what I believed. How can 'genetics" program your personality. Is that all we are is a bunch of biological protoplasums- - just a bunch of chemical reactions in our brain cells? There are mysteries out there. How come we live in a four dimensional universe but are as it were "trapped in time" and move through it- - however we do. What is consciousness? Is it an illusion as the Bhuddists day. What about "Cogito ergo sun". Doesn't a human being posess some exestential reality apart from his body. Doesn't he have, for lack of a better word- - a soul? At another point in my life I believed this without question. Once at the dinner table someone had mentioned if our parents hadn't gotten together the way they did we kids would never have been born" and I responded confidently, Well, you can worry about that but personally that doesn't worry me a bit. I know I'd be here". The conversation quickly shifted as to whether I was accusing my mother of adultry and I tried to explain myself. When I was younger I believed that the soul had an existance apart from the body. I also firmly believed that if you died in an accident or something you'd quickly pass to some other realm of existance. One time when I was in first grade- - it was 1957, I'll leave it at that- - I was walking home from school and taking a short cut through some tract houses. A bigger kid comes down the side walk with a gun. It was a rifel, I don't know if it was a "Davie Crocket" musket or whatever. He pointed the gun at me and I said "What are you going to do?", and the kid said , "I'm going to shoot you". And I had this thought, "Well, I guess I've lived a good life this time around". Earlier, in March of 1955, I can't tell you the exact circumstances because I'd be telling to much, but that's when events point to. At any rate I remember in one of my earliest memories thinking "I have a lot of different lives. Maybe I better get back to those other lifes, but I guess this one's OK".
In the last few days of April of 1984 at the Anaheim downtown library I came accross Ruth Montgomary's latest sequel to "Strangers Among Us". I was looking over the table of contents and had an immediate inpulse to turn to the chapter, "Seattle Surprise". You know "Jesus Christ's" favorite saying is, "God doesn't allow do-overs". That's a very interesting statement for our "Savior" to make. But if you only go around once in life, why spend it as a Christian? You know, I have paid a rather high price for confessing faith in Christ and becomming a Christian.
"Suddenly- - there's a shaddow hanging over me
--------I'm not half the man I used to be"
As a Christian you're supposed to get married at age nineteen, have two point four children, become a pillar in the church, and go on to see your children get married and see your grandchildren and stay with the same woman sixty years. It didn't happen that way for me. That "shaddow" of the wagging finger was over me. I was a hundred times afraid of death and dying after I became a Christian than I was before. I was basically a Christian from March 24th. 1976 through June of 1996 twenty years and three months later. I have come accross a statement I made on file then where renounced my Faith in Jesus, and said, "From now on, I'm stepping off the boat". I was going "off the plantation", to mix metaphores. Not that life has been any better after June of 1996 than it was before. In fact, it's been worse. In retrospect you might almost say disowning the faith was a mistake. But everybody "gets old" and those things happen anyhow. I guess you could say, "I gave Jesus my heart but he wanted my soul". But the thing is my soul wasn't His to take, and we both found that out. The soul belongs to God, so I guess Jesus wasn't God.
I started to talk about "Walk-ins" and Ruth Montgomary. First I need to explain why I'd even be drawn into such a bizzare concept of a more enlightened soul taking over the life of another. I covered some of this in files in late Summer of 2004. I believe rock lyrics are prophetic. I think "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" could be about me, especially the line, "You reached for the Secret too soon". As you know in November of 1977 I'm the person who coined the term "Ziggy's Air Command" based on just having bought the Ziggy Stardust album in early November 1977 because "News of the World" by Queen wasn't out yet. This was back when I was living at the "Keith Richards" Street house. (have you read the news?) On all the letters to the media I and two others wrote (Mark Campbell and Bill Gunderson) there was a Diamond kind of shaped like an airplane wing. This could mean a new "astro plane". To sidetrack for a moment- - the sixty dimensional realm is not a "plane" but more of a "portal" and the three dimensions you experiance in that psychic realm are the 6th. dimension itself, and also time, which you see "all at once" as though it were spaceial, and also whatever the "object focus" of the psychic portal is. I'm trying not to bore you but this takes time to explain. - - - I'm self conscious today because I told a family member to read this blog, and now they'll think I'm nuts.
Are Past Lives A Reality Or Myth?
Read Here to Find Out
Anyhow let's tie the two things together. Richi Vallenz used to have nightmares about the time an airplane fell out of the sky and crashed into his school. As you know Richi was (justly?) afraid to fly but he overruled his instinct and those to fly ratrher than take the bus and freeze that last fateful night. Richi's fate was decided by a coin toss, and Buddy Holly told him, "Tonight you're riding with the stars". We know his plane crashed in Iowa. But I wondered whether in a previous life I hadn't died in a plane crash. I remember one twilight zone episode where an airplane wing came through the roof and it had some cereal number on the wing. That image would haunt me as I lay awake at night. Later on I read the Elvis book by Albert Goldman and learned about two Blackwood Brothers who died in an airplane crash on June 30th. 1954. I guess that date flagged my attention. Besides the two members there was a "local lad", who is never again described. I believe I was that "local lad" and I believe I was sixteen. I've wondered why all of the really super old rock & roll songs are familiar to me but not the ones just semi-old. There's something about being by a river, the Mississippy. Perhaps I've just spent too much time at Frontierland in Disneyland, I don't know. There's just a "Memphis vibe" I get from reading Elvis books. I believe I was a teenager who died in a plane crash on the night of June 30th. 1954. But I also remember "dying" another time". I remember my life as Roberto Gonsolez as described in Ruth Montgomary's book. This is what I remember about that life. I lived in Bellview Washington. I lived in a house with a wood beam interior kind of like Grandpa & Grandma's old house. I renenber the living room was in the center of the house and the kitchen was at the north end. There was always a lot of activity in the kitchen, and some times little kids would be bathed in the laundry sink. Perhaps they were nieces and nephews. One time in May of 1951 I was looking up into the heavens in the evening and had this feeling of "going home". A few days later in late May of 1951 I, and two friends, the three of us took a hike southward in the forrest, ditching class. We stayed overnight in some cave and it started to rain and we got a little wet. The cave was kind of an indentation in a rock ledge. The next day I fell into some quicksand and I kept sinking deeper and deeper, and I think I died. At the last moment I threw my purple bandana up on the ground so that others would see where I was.
We're going long with this. The long and short of it is I think those two lives may have "swapped places". I believe I was the Memphis lad but in 1948 or so swapped places with Gonsolez, alias Robert Ranjal and for three years my consciousness was in his body, then in late May of 1951 at age thirteen I went back to my old body, which was the same age as Roberto in Bellview.
There is a certain amount of evidence that my IQ doubled from age three & a half to age four & a half. Besides the March 1955 reincarnation memory, the oldest thing I can remember was being in the bathroom with my mom and brother after a bath, and I being told I was four & a half and my brother was three & a half. In the summer of 1955 one of my Grandmothers lived in a white duples and she was 64. The other grandparents had recently bought a "new" old house after living in a ranch house, which they still owned. (It was a chicken ranch) My Mom would say to me in summer 1955 that grandpa and grandma had a new house and no longer lived at the ranch but I couldn't remember the ranch house then. (I have since been there several times) Just like when I was four & a half I can't remember being three & a half like my brother then was. I can remember my fifth birthday but not my fourth.
Abrupt change of pace. I play Beat the Clock with the computer because of that one time the screen crapped out while I was writing and I don't want that to be repeated so I type fast and only do the scantest reviews of what I have written. Below is a collection of Rock Songs. Can you pick the two that I just added to this list?
THE ROOTS OF ROCK Released June 29th. 2005
Disc One
Sixty Minute Man (Bill Ward & the Dominoes)
Money Honey (
Tweet-dly Tweet (Laverne Baker)
Work with Me Annie (Hank Ballard & the Midnighters)
Rumble (Link Rey)
Rock Around the Clock (Bill Haley & the Comets)
Maybeline (Chuck Berry)
Tooti Fruity (Little Richard)
Blue Swade Shoes (Elvis Presley)
Why do Fools Fall in Love? (Frankie Linman)
Hound Dog (Elvis Presley)
Smokey Joe’s Café (The Robins)
Love is Strange (Mickey & Sylvia)
That’ll Be the Day (Buddy Holly)
Whole Lotta Shakin Going On (Jerry Lee Lewis)
Santa Clause is Back in Town (Elvis Presley)
At the Hop (Danny & the Juniors)
Get A Job (Cillauettes) (?)
Disc Two
Bird Dog (Everley Brothers)
La Bamba (Richi Vallenz)
I Only Have Eyes For You (Flamingos)
What’d I Say? (Ray Charles)
Sweet Nothings (Brenda Lee)
Walk Don’t Run (Ventures)
Angel Baby (Rosie & the Originals)
Surrender (Elvis Presley)
Blue Moon (Marcelles)
Hello, Mary Lou (Ricky Nelson)
I Know it’s gona work out Fine (Ike & Tina Turner)
My Bonnie (Tony Sheridan & the Beatles)
Twisting the Night Away (Sam Cooke)
Busted Surf Boards (Tornadoes)
Green Onions (Booker T & the M. G’s)
The Wedge (Dick Dale & the Deltones)
Disc Three
Shut Down (Beach Boys)
Little Latin Loopy Loo (Righteous Brothers)
It’s Over (Roy Orbeson)
Surfer Bird (The Trashmen)
Loui Loui (The Kingsmen)
Money (Beatles)
House of the Rising Sun (Animals)
All Day and all the Night (Kinks)
Play with Fire (Rolling Stones)
Gloria (Them)
Subterranean Homesick Blues (Bob Dylan)
Wooly Bully (Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs)
Nothing but Heartaches (Supremes)
The Midnight Hour (Wilson Picket)
I Feel Good (James Brown)
Liar Liar (Castaways)
Hanky Panky (Tommy James & the Shandels)
When a Man Loves a Woman (Percy Sledge)
We call this file Walpurgis tipping our hat to Bill Handel because we know how he loves witches. I just sent you-know-who an E mail. Randy Rhodes wasn’t there again. Reagan signed a bill abolishing the “Fairness doctrine” in 1987. One thing they used to do is run a news department with real news and not “Entertainment”. Now days news has to make a profit, or it won’t run. Today is the anniversary of the
I hope other people aren’t as bored by my blogs as I am by theirs. Perhaps I’m just not searching enough. I search key words expecting to find something juicy, but I usually don’t. Well, you know, May 19th. isn’t that far off.
No comments:
Post a Comment