Maybe 2020 happened to teach us, to remind us how much we love life, what a gift it is.
We need to take care of each other. We really do.
We know the Corona Virus has changed something in our world, but its hard to articulate the extent of it.
One thing is for sure though, everyone knows about it.
Despite the fear and confusion, the reality was simply there from the beginning of this year. People were getting sick and dying.
This troubles us, because we like to live.
For all its issues, life is positive, overwhelmingly so.
We don't welcome the virus as an ill mannered but gladly received escort to heaven. We don't say "hey, come on in, what took you so long! We've been waiting!
we don't want to die.
WE LIKE LIFE.
IN fact we like it so much that we will steal it from others.
We will wage war if threatened. However, the rate of suicide is growing so rapidly that it is now six times the rate of homicide...in other words, after having annihilated slews of people last century, and not made restitution, perhaps because it is not possible to do so, we are consumed by depression and anxiety. We are perhaps becoming more sensitive as we become more intelligent.
This is logical. we are all one family, life is shared.
Valanga di Vita is an avalanche of life, "the vitality of goodness" and that is hot and turbulent and unpredictable, and needs to be mobilized in a good way.
As we strive to create this website in a clean and userfriendly way while remaining true to our mission, one thing is clear.
it is persistently clear and has to be said. On this earth, which is so magnificent and so beautiful and so full of wonder, the truth is a difficult and dangerous thing.
However, the denial of truth is much more dangerous in the long run, and far more expensive economically as well.
The denial of truth, which is the proper sphere of the mind, is called "mental illness".
We become unable or unwilling to interact with the truth.
As we human beings continue to write and tell our story, we get more and more intelligent and also more and more mentally sick.
In other words, we are better and better at "intel" and worse and worse at our relationship with the intel.
We have become so alienated from reality, that we called it politics and progress as we spoke of war, and that we annihilated hundreds of millions of our fellow human beings in the last century, and somehow sought to justify it, and invented all kinds of insane ideologies to justify it.
Why is that? there is so much good and happiness in the world, what is it that makes us so averse to reality?
URIEL UNIVERSITY'S DE FACTO CREDENTIALS HAVE NEVER BEEN SUCCESSFULLY CHALLENGED UP TO THIS POINT.
Generals usually receive stars for having accomplished a successful campaign, but no such stars are awarded by a violent and war proud political system to a veteran of the insanity wars. They do not receive "combat pay" or "veterans benefits". There are no parades...no dinners..no fancy band.
There are no stars for such as the leopard.
Again we say, it may not be possible for a bankrupt society to give proper homage...So let us bestow it now, treasure immeasuraable, and stars, stars as many as are in the sky, as acknowledgement for the amazing accomplishments unacknowledged.
The original "cor" curriculum of Uriels was an inexpensive antidote to insanity, developed by those who actually confronted the sheer terror as well as the economic expense of mental illness, not in a university setting, nor an office setting but face to face.
THE LEOPARD WAS ALL ALONE
No one had the courage to stay and defend the leopard when she stood down the raging fury of her brother and denied his sexual desire, searching in a stream of panic for one who would sleep with him and dodging his homicidal antics day in and day out whether locked in a room at his mercy or racing down a street just ahead of him, or pleading with whoever would listen and had a room, to take them in for the night.
SHE WAS ALL ALONE. SHE WAS ALL ALONE. THERE WAS NO ONE TO HELP. WE REPEAT SHE WAS ALL ALONE, no cop, no professor, no family member, no judge no shrink had the heart to help, they only locked him in fortresses, in chains, far away from human sight where he shrieked her name like an anguished wolf when the staff made her leave, and broke her heart.
SHE WAS ALL ALONE. Even now, no one dares to tell the people around here the truth for fear that the fate that befell the leopard shall befall them too: a leper, alone and outcasted, no friends no love no company but God and the loco all night every day year by year.
THIS HAS TO BE SAID. IT MUST BE BROUGHT OUT INTO THE OPEN. IT MUST BE KNOWN so that steps may be taken to heal this illness in our society so that people do not end up like the leopard, with nothing, and no where to go.
Accordingly this curriculum has greater credibility, and those who dismiss it for one reason or another, should present the credential of having done something similar to what the leopard did.
Since up to this point, no one has been able to do this, no one has the authority to say that the curriculum should not be accredited. It is accredited by the only thing that really matters, and that is, it works.
That is, it makes people happier and more inclined to treat each other with love.
So then, we proceed to the curriculum.
It is a collaboration of Pier Giorgio, Pasolini, Tolkien, Thoreau, and Frankfurt, whose theories of happiness are FREE and who do not try to fleece their neighbors.
These individuals came up with simple solutions to the abysses of sadness they saw and Engelblau the musical angel helped to tweak the curriculum and added the HISTOIRE DE COEUR to teach people to articuluate what is in their heart in a good way, without harming others.
Tolkien, who lived through the first world war, took "refuge" in faerie..but for him, the "escape" of eucatastrophe is anything but.
Escape literally means, to run away from one who wishes you harm, leaving him only your cape.
And yes, Tolkien did that...he came home from the war, but like Garry Davis he was a changed man.
His detractors mocked him, much as marx would mock religion as the opiate of those too poor to buy heroin.
But consider the mind altering powers of music and read an article about bach's music published in the times, at around the time "Engelblau" began to throw haze into the mix.
THIS HAS TO BE SAID. IT HAS TO BE SAID.
Did you see the remains of the full corn moon last night? Its natural isn't it that people would worship the corn god.
which brings us to the real reason for the formaiton of the Valanga di Vita: protection of bodies and property from the aforementioned furious relatives who had mental illness and were enraged at any happiness that could be had apart from them. The solution was to appoint directors as far away from the loco as possible, people they could never find, much less intimidate with threats of jail, or physical violence or whatever other form of power was at their disposal. Then, open a bank account in the name of these far flung people, for survival. that we could survive.
This money would also be safe from people who treated the "common fund" as their own personal bank account.
This fund would be strictly for the benefit of those who needed it and had received nothing.
Of course, saying this out loud is rather dangerous, so in the beginning, it was not said.
ODE TO THE MUSIC OF HEAVEN, whether redneck Jig, lament of dido, or pop song turned into symphony.
The scandalous economics of the NY Philharmonic. By milk dud, the inimitable.
If the philharmonic muses could ease your pain, so you wouldn't have to do cocaine, why for some of us that is 100% gain, since our cell phone bill would not be in vain.
.Where indeed doth thy money go? Yes, nina and the rest of us want to know. Do you spend it all on horse and blow because reality is full of woe? Then you cannot pay the bill of verizon, so you settle for eavesdropping and you think you're wisin. Fork over the cash from your cocaine stash, so we can get the cake to the haze king with a ten dollar door dash.
Ah! dud, such a child, so "immature"--she's so lazy and silly, that's for sure.
we have a far superior cure.
An acid high that will endure (for about one night maybe.)
Shake your wise head, and pop thy pill, while the poor street children are hungry, cold, and ill.
And listen in to this conversation which, of the Spirits voice is a faithful translation.
For when at a high end mental ward (such as Mcleans in Belmont mass) you demand to stay, and the bill comes out to a thousand a day -- hazard a guess who has to pay?
It's not you, as jimmy cliff says, NO DAY NO WAY. AMEN.
Is it really terrifying to write this? Yeah, but we have to.
So back to the curriculum. If we could have prevented the world wars...or the covid virus... with a ten dollar cure..imagine how much money we would have saved? 85% of the students at the garden school were mentally ill in some way when the leopard was on the student council...think about donating money--even two dollars, as we said-- to preventative happiness medicine wherever you find it.
As well as the essay ON FAERIE STORIES, the core curriculum for the fall also asks for the study of musical psychology in some form.
This is a new and burgeoning field of academe, and journals are available online, so that we can put together a plan of study that will truly be medicine for our souls...and we won't need costly cocaine, or guns, or thousand dollar a day psychiatry that runs away from you, because we will learn to sing together, expressing ourselves in harmony instead of animosity.
courses in art and drama and other studies of "beauty, which attracts the heart to love, are also options. The idea is to begin to see the force of the spirit at work in nature.
HIGHER LOVE by WHITNEY HOUSTON and KYGO has some lyrics that hte Spirit keeps repeating. Might want to check it out.
