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 gay or not at the moment, bring something to drink and, oh yes, something to eat that you would consider politically and economically and nutritionally correct. We will not 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 religious beliefs too. If you want to talk about how I really should get myself Born Again, if only for the long-term eternal life insurance values, I will almost certainly agree that I hope to dream deep rich baptisms of fire and rain and oceanic windstorms every night to be reborn gratefully again each morning, except on those too-rare occasions when I could have baptized myself in more robust erotic dreams to awake feeling less uncompleted, vulnerably speaking, feelings off public discourse, of course. Nor would I drop a jaw were you to explain to me how you inspire 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 other worldly preoccupied with larger mythic issues of climatic change in Great Poli-Economic EcoSalvation Revivals, and not so much our pedestrian political and economic kleptocracies, most uncooperative and unmindful resulting in unseemly and dare I say cash-poor? piracy and plunder. Lest you fear I may have some hidden political, or, MAGA-pope forbid, some cultish irreligious-missionary agenda, rather than an inter-religioning sacramental communion smorgasbord born of healthy entertaining wealth management recipe books with good faith and humor ingredients relentlessly singing along some more Traditionally Orthodox Party Line Scriptured lessons on how to invest bicameral heart beats and wise inhale-exhale breaths of bipartisan liberating Mind and conserving Body recirculating 0-soul Fullness allowing me to expose my own polypathic proclivities as a Taoist-Christian. My T-C is a hybrid wavy midway double-lane, somewhat like UniversalMind/UnitarianBody, more bilateral position and apposition co-binary like +1/-(-0) which behaves, for some regenetic reason, and seldom misbehaves, for Othering degenerative treasons of opposition unlike +/+-relational dipolarity Yin/Yang co-arising nurturing resonance, going indigenously wise back to both Eastern EarthMother polytheistic and Western FatherSun monotheistic 0/1 binding relations. Nothing under 1 searing sun and over 0-womb living Earth could sacredly surprise me except absence of bad news, and even then I would carry on pretending that I alone have been predicting this This continuing sensory peace of good Tao-Christian news permaculturally all along but usually, and preferably, only to those who would be most certain not to take me too seriously Deep trauma, too uninformed, too rabidly dogmatic When you treat your host as if a well-seasoned sage and not more totally insane over intensely non-Othering polypaths, traumatized by strident voices of climatic anger and silos of echoing foggy fears about ego's future emptiness, ebbing life's unbecoming. So, not to worry, Taoist lies before the hyphenatic Christian, meaning Radical Change 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 political parties proactively investing cooperative choices, More teleologically ecologically bicamerally informed by sacred-humane nondual TaoBalance YangLeftHealthyNature-YinRightWealthySpirit of bilateral CoMessiah Light. EarthLoving TaoChristians are so radically revolutionary we believe good nature is always nutritionally kind and we don't believe we could more (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 home economics in fertile-octave light Bipedaling 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 co-invested skills and talent show. Stay as long as we all like, and can afford to live together better than apart. I'm sure we have much to reconnect and celebrate about. OK, you can bring that damned tuba, if you must. Maybe I am being invited to thrive in some foghorn kind of way. With gratitude. Your Newest Neighbor