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The TRUTH About Groundhog Day

Another successful 5 AM wake up. I don’t know if you have ever tried to make this kind of change in your life or not – without “having” to. “Vagabond” isn’t a trademark, it’s a lifestyle. It comes from the same root as “vagrant.” Itinerant hobo. “Bum.” Well, I haven’t hit bum status yet. I’m tempering the decline to coincide with my spiritual ascension sometime in the 23rd Century. It would really suck if they changed the calendars on me. It would really throw off my chronicles. This morning we slept until the alarm sounded, or so we remember.

There’s some exercises we do daily, even before we do the creative work; mostly core and flexibility work. Crunches, blah, blah (we reached a compromise, they are only paying for 2 “blahs” now.) [Inside joke. This is why it’s worth being a paid subscriber. Just kidding.] Bend over and touch the floor, reverse crunches and pushups. Don’t even get me started on the nostalgic pushups stories! Then we went to the monkey bars. It was a great comeback. Quite active and invigorating. We must work on getting there an hour earlier than today, for sunrise. When that happens I will remember to take a pic for you.

The TRUTH about Groundhog Day!

[I love it when humans do this. It’s one of those 21st Century things, probably contrived by that first wave of Millennials. That generation that showed up knowing everything?
“You’re doing this wrong!”
“Stop doing – name that “thing” you’ve been doing since before these little rug rats were born!
“We are exposing the “Truth” about – name that character.
And I love this one… “Every First Lady in history – “was really a MAN!”

If you take this shit too seriously, you’re going to be doing damn near everything in your life a more difficult way than you were doing it before. Every generation does this. I can remember one October – Fire Prevention Month – back in the day, telling my parents that those multiple “octopus” plugs that everybody had in their homes, were dangerous. “They could cause a fire.” I was scared to death of fires. We lived on the borderline of Philadelphia and Delaware County. One of those townships out there has a volunteer fire department and we could hear that siren churning where we lived.

I associated that siren sound with the stories I heard about people’s houses burning down. “They lost everything,” my parents told me.
“Even their clothes?”
“Yes.” I would then picture the family having to walk around with those barrels attached to their shoulders, like the cartoon characters that lost all of their clothes.

So, anyway – as the new generation grows up and the influence of parents gives way to that of teachers and “god-forbid” self-styled social media “influencers” these kids think that they can instruct their parents on everything from fast food delivery apps to the wide-wide world of gender freedom and the right to own & secure their identities by uploading their biomedical data to the “Safe-Cell” app, to the “right” to feel safe by being monitored 24-7 by Big Bros Surveillance, Inc.

“Lord knows YOU’RE not going to do it. Too busy building that underground bunker in the back yard when you promised us a swimming pool. You suck - Dad!”

Once again, a rambling segment from the Unauthorized Autobiography, when I’m supposed to be dropping some cinematic truth on yuh.

Groundhog Day was a movie about reincarnation. Every day Bill Murray lived a lifetime in 24 hours. One of the greatest and craziest properties about humans is our ability to make up stories. “Lie” is too harsh in most circumstances. However this same ability enables us to lie for fun and profit and entertainment. I don’t know if Groundhog Day was a veiled nod to reincarnation or not. I’ve never heard anyone actually say that. Nonetheless, I can “imagine” someone making that argument in one of those deep state ivies, and then the idea will go “viral” despite the denial of the writers, if they are still alive. (Daniel Rubin, who wrote the original story is reportedly still alive. Harold Ramis departed in 2014.) It’s a safe bet – as the writers are not Hindu that reincarnation was not the original idea. But you never know.

I don’t know anyone who can prove without a shadow of doubt – doubt casts a long shadow – that they have been reincarnated. I’m pretty sure my nephew has been here before, but I wouldn’t put money on it. No way to say for sure.

The gurus that have talked to their gurus about reincarnation imply that you must turn in your memories before returning to the material realm. But those pesky electromagnetic thingamabobs just cannot be destroyed, and even though we are inserted back into the Matrix, there’s some residual “memories” floating around that mess with the sanctity of our current amnesic bliss. Normal humans don’t seem to have that problem. The “I-can’t-even-remember-what-day-it-is” element are blissfully ignorant and frolic through the materium like happy nymphs absorbing every experience without question of incident. While those of us with a smidge of “clairvoyance” and a dash of curiosity are like, “I think I’ve experienced this before, but…”

Eventually we are introduced to the term deja vu or “promnesia”. French words always sound so “smart” and … French. It’s a lovely language. “Deja vu.” You almost want to stamp this name on a child. I’ve met a few Deja’s in my travels. It literally translates to “already seen.” [There was a Denzel Washington flick called Deja Vu.] “Pro” means “forward” and “mnesia” refers to memory – so “forward memory” is the breakdown of “promnesia” (which I just learned today – unless I forgot it due to “amnesia.”)

Ha ha.

It would be kind of a boring movie of Bill didn’t remember the details of every day in that movie. He even started experimenting with sex and crime and suicide. But he still woke up every morning as the radio played Sonny & Cher’s “I Got You, Babe.”

We can only “imagine.” [Just a note on imagining – it’s okay to imagine in a fantasy blog, but maybe not so okay when you’re supposed to be an actual journalist or analyst delivering information and “imagining” what Trump and Putin are saying to each other regarding the fate of the planet – and delivering it as if you were a fly on the wall eavesdropping. Just sayin’.]

We can only imagine what our corporeal lives would be like on this realm if we had even 50% of the memories with us from our past live(s). However, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe we are better off with just residual impressions. Otherwise We’d probably end up in an asylum. It’s tough enough remembering details from this century alone. And … as good (relatively speaking) as my memory is, Mind is only allowing Us to recall emotional highlights – if you get my drift – and I’m probably remembering those wrong too. It’s the same century and those memories have already faded into shadows.

Looking in the back of the room starting to see people making for the exit doors. It’s not that my lecture is boring. They are leaving because they can’t stand the snoring coming from the reserved seats.

That’s a good indication that this is a good time to wrap things up before I get gonged. Maybe we finished our thoughts about Groundhog Day, maybe I left you hanging. Send a message if you like. Leave a comment. If you’ve been unsubscribed, you missed out. But it’s okay because you’ll probably never know it. If you have stumbled across this gem of anti-AI rambling superfluous mind flushing catharsis – then stick around for the next round.

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