Dear Neighbors

Dear neighbors, I realize we have not met, other than the guy next door but that doesn't really count cause that was just to put up a fence between us, and I have met Marvelously Mad Max, behind me, on the River, but primarily because I could not run away fast enough. Regardless, I want to invite you over for kind of a potluck neighborhood open house party. Just come as you happen to be at the moment, bring something to drink and, oh yes, something to eat that you would consider politically and economically and nutritionally correct. But not to worry, we will have political correctness exams at the front door, prior to gaining admission, unless you would like that of course, in which case perhaps I should mention, so as not to become justly accused of hidden agendas, I would prefer to disclose a politically correct completely open agenda, and that probably goes for your porky political and/or porkless spiritual beliefs too. If you want to talk about how I really should get myself Born Again, if only for the life insurance long-term eternal values, I will almost certainly agree that I hope to dream deep rich baptisms of fire and rain and wind every night to be reborn again each morning, except on those too-rare occasions when I could theoretically have baptized myself in erotic dreams to awake feeling less uncompleted, heuristically speaking, of course. Nor would I drop a jaw were you to explain to me why I should aspire to transcendent mysticism, The rather imprecise feedback I get from my defiant kids right after they rob me blind or lie to me as if I were senseless and preferably more transcendent and mysteriously preoccupied with larger issues of climatic change in Great Political-Economic Scientific-EcoTherapeutic Transition, and not so much these smaller political and economic most uncooperative and unmindful transaction of unseemly piracy. Lest you fear I may have some hidden political, or, god forbid, some cultish religious-fundamentalist agenda, rather than a party smorgasbord and self-entertainment and -governance menu, with issues that march along some more Traditionally Orthodox Party Line, perhaps scripture lessons on how to invest heart beats and wise inhale-exhale breaths of bicameral mindfulness, allow me to expose my polypathic proclivities as a Taoist-Christian. This T-C is a hybrid line, somewhat like U-U, which is, for some weird regenetic reason, also dialectically like dipolar Uracil-Cytosine nutritional health balance, going back to both Eastern and Western shamans. So, nothing is supposed to surprise us except the absence of bad news, and even then we are not to let on, pretending that we have been predicting this, this continuing advent of good TaoBalancing news all along, sort of permaculturally, but usually, and preferably, only to those who would be most certain not to take us seriously, Too deeply, too unliterally, too radically through fundamentally fractally, so long as they treat us as seasoned shamans and not the more totally insane overnight polypaths, terrorized by emerging voices of climatic anger and silos of echoing foggy fears about ego's future emptiness, absence of life-becoming. So, not to worry, Taoist lies before the hyphenatic Christian, meaning Radical Revolutionary Christian. We are so radically revolutionary that we believe Christianity should declare its mission statement as 100% self-perpetuatingly regeneratively replete, And now move on to more Kingdom optimizing multicultural issues, like investing in more cooperatively nutritious politics and proactively invested economic choices, More teleologically ecologically bicamerally informed by sacred-humane nondual TaoBalance YangLeftHealthyNature-YinRightSpiritBiLateral EcoMentoring MessiahLight. Tao EarthLoving Christians are so radically revolutionary we believe good nature is always nutritionally kind and we don't believe we should even (0)-sum ego-exist. So, not to worry, no evangelical intentions are allowed by Yin, much as Yang would love to love you to death with Matriarchal LeftBrain Wisdom of multicultural truths as harmonic fractal-crystal beauty of econconsciousness in fertile-octave light Bilateral cross-messianic frequencies rather like Eulerian prime relationship. Just come as you are in your own light with whomever you happen to have hanging around at the moment you finish reading this. Feel free to bring your pets and any tools you might have to share, or just a list would be fine, and I'm wondering if we want to exchange email addresses, so there will be a sign-in sheet for those who want to include that, and those who don't, and please check off if you might be interested in collaborative gardening this next spring coming up. And if you or any of your accompanying tribe have any skills or talents, songs, dances, readings, stories, drums, other musical instruments, except maybe not a tuba because I'm just not that musically evolved and I realize you could not laugh with me while playing your foghorn of a tuba, Bring anyone or anything except a monopolistic tuba, which really isn't a party instrument anyway, for our cooperative skills and talent show. Stay as long as we all like, and can afford to live together. I'm sure we have much to co-invest and celebrate about. OK, you can bring that damned tuba, if you must. Maybe I am being invited to evolve in some foghorn kind of way. With gratitude. Your Newest Neighbor