Friday, May 30, 2014

My house is PORN FREE!

I grew up in Burbank California and my first exposure to porn was in a lemon tree house at age 9 with my friend Greg. His older brother stocked the mid air condo with European porn, you know the hard stuff with lots of way to close up close ups. The bins in the alley ways in the Media empire of the world were full of smut films. On any hot summer day you could see five bicycles on the ground and a bunch of boys looking at films up to the sun light. My obsession with porn should have ended years ago, but here I am at forty seven going strong. I need anti-viagra.

                                                        ANGELIQUES BOUTIQUE

      Recently a boutique called Angeliques opened kitty corner from my house. She sells all kinds of cool stuff and does yoga by appointment with the proceeds going to women's causes. She is doing such good work, which made me feel terrible. Here she is going above and beyond for the divine feminine and I'm busy over here tugging away at "Granny gets some". So to honor her and respect her this house is now a NO PORN ZONE. All I needed was motivation to change, thank you Goddess Krista.
     As I confessed this to her yesterday I felt a well of tears coming up, emotions stirring, and a cause of celebration as if the whole Universe seemed happy about this. One day at a time NO PORN IN THIS HOME.
     Public apology: To all women I am so sorry for the years of abuse I have put you through by my watching pornography. I know my words don't mean much, so I will let my actions speak. Please have mercy on me as I am only now just beginning to wake up.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014


I fell in love with you before I even met you. And when I did, I fell hard. The universe felt it. Creation felt it. Everyone felt it. I am more in love with you now than ever. and there is no doubt in my mind that our Love is destined to transcend through space and time forever. You are my first breath in the morning, and my last breath at night, my heartbeat yearns for you with every pulse.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Grand Funk Railroad - I'm Your Captain/Closer To Home

"I'm Your Captain"

Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick

I've been lost now, days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Or am I all alone

If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you, Mother Earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port of my birth

Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?
You'd better think about it
I just can't live without it
So, please don't take my ship from me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tightening around my throat
Heaven help me, Heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boat

I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship

I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home, oh

I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home
I'm getting closer to my home

Life is short.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

I'll have the Swami sandwich please.

A swami (Sanskrit: स्वामी Svāmī [sʋɑːmiː]) sometimes abbreviated "Sw." is an ascetic or yogi who has been initiated into the religious monastic order founded by some religious teacher.[1] It is believed to be originally used for the ones who were initiated into to the Adwaita movement started by Adi Shankara.[2] However the usage of this word is not limited for a yogi but it is also used for a religious Guru who may or may not have any disciples.

 Guru (Devanagari गुरु) is a Sanskrit term for "teacher" or "master", especially in Indian religions. The Hindu guru-shishya tradition is the oral tradition or religious doctrine or experiential wisdom transmitted from teacher to student. In the United States, the word guru is a newer term, most often used to describe a teacher from the Hindu tradition.

 In Judaism, a rabbi /ˈræb/ is a teacher of Torah. This title derives from the Hebrew word רַבִּי rabi [ˈʁäbi], meaning "My Master" (irregular plural רבנים rabanim [ʁäbäˈnim]), which is the way a student would address a master of Torah. The word "master" רב rav [ˈʁäv] literally means "great one".

Swami Sandwich- 
Take everything you know and get rid of it. Meditate until your bread is toast. Add everything you could never believe. Enjoy!


Sunday, May 11, 2014

Dog Butt Jesus

I will not and should never compare myself to my Lord and Master.
butt if I did...

"This family thinks their dog's butt looks like Jesus. I mean, he's even wearing a robe."

Saturday, May 10, 2014

People mover

People move in. People move out. People come and people go. In from the left out to

the right. People moving. Mass of humanity. Where are they all going? Where are they coming

from? Why? Can I come too? Come on, let me go with you. Please take me with you. I am stuck here, I am begging you to take me with you. Don't abandon me now! People Mover.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Jesus Did not have a Messiah Complex!

 A messiah complex (also known as the Christ complex or savior complex) is a state of mind in which an individual holds a belief that they are, or are destined to become, a savior.

 The term "messiah complex" is not addressed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), but symptoms of the disorder closely resemble those found in individuals suffering from grandiose delusions (GD) or delusions of grandeur.
This form of delusional belief is most often reported in patients suffering from bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. Little is known about the disorder, but it is believed that as many as 10% of the population may hold similar beliefs in one form or another, though not significant enough to warrant a diagnosis. 

 Guide me as I hold him in my arms. Help me to know what to say. What to do. Fill my heart with healing love, understanding, and empathy.

Give me the strength of a thousand angels to hold back my tears. My heart is broken and a tidal wave of grief is overwhelming me with the need to cry. Give me the strength to bear it long enough to keep it from disturbing my child. Help me find someone I can safely bring it to.

Send me your best physicians and healers.''

That was a scary excercise so Lord help me sleep good tonight. There wasn't even any fun guys I could think to be added to the list. And most Ironic? Jesus didnt have a Messiah        Complex.

Friday, May 2, 2014

You wanna do what to me?

It is crazy. All of it. I am crazy. This journey has taught me a lot yet I am so much further away than I was before. I have learned however how depraved people can be. Some guy actually emailed me that he wanted to give me head because he always wanted to give somebody with a Christ complex a blow job! What is wrong with people? He even promised in his note that he would swallow! But who am I to call him crazy? I am the one with the Messiah complex! I learned people are desperate to cling to something, anything, like passengers tossed off a ship. I had several random guys offer to leave everything and join me after reading my craigslist post! I learned that people are very lonely. Women sent pictures of themselves after I announced I was looking for my Mary Magdaline! I only advesrtised to get people to visit my blog!, I did not realize I was opening Pandoras box. What the heck!  What is this place I find myself in? I started this blog to exercise something that has been nagging me with intensity for the last decade or two. Why do I concentrate so much on being the Messiah? Why is it that I feel the Universe telling me this? What a joke. I am the worst. I cuss and turn every conversation dirty. The perverted thoughts that run through my head are just gross. If anything I'm the devil. Or Jesus' other brother Jerry, you know the one the family doesn't like to talk about. Either way. Its time I got over my Jesus complex and moved on. Hi, my name is Jerry.