Facebook Post on July 20, 2022*
Don’t fall for this Scam!
The repair man showed me how it works.
There’s a tin can you talk into with a string that wraps around the back connected to another can that you listen with.
The Spoiler Alert
There’s a guy from Kolkata that DMs me photos of flowers every other day or so for years now. Never the same flower twice and most of the time I don’t stop to digitally smell them. On occasion I’ll be in a mood enough to thank him or send a thumbs up but usually I don’t bother even doing that.
For years I’ve been expecting him to ask me for money or sponsor him in some way as most “friends” who I don’t really know usually do but not this guy. He just shares beauty unconditionally with someone in the world’s richest country whose privilege has made him cynical and suspicious.
This flower photo sharing man in a corner of the world I never think about, where there are so many flowers, I’ve never seen for no other reason than to brighten my day is my guru.
And a guru is someone who patiently waits for the apprentice at his feet to stop pretending he’s not Shiva playing hide and seek with himself.
I could share with you his name and do what I can to get his flower photos shown but that would ruin the lesson and blunt his magic spell.
This is how social media can work for us. This is how our Divine Spark can burn away the need for likes and followers and use this tool to remember how to be human.
* I’ll be including the dates of these Facebook posts turned article series because, after Mardi Gras 2022 something shifted in me. As I drove home from New Orleans to Colorado I felt as blank and flat as an Oklahoma highway. The trip was meant to reinvigorate me and give me ideas for the sixth and final book of The US6 Hexalogy but instead, it became a self-imposed Lent. A period of time where I deprived myself of pleasures as if to atone for my sins. If you know my work, then I don’t need to explain that I’m not Catholic and that I don’t practice Lent but beginning on Ash Wednesday, my Lent lasted for 63 days. That’s 23 days longer than the Pope observed it. Sixty-three days later, I booted up again. And how. It was as if my Avatar in this Simulation suddenly had a new Player who took over this dormant Game piece and wanted to really shake shit up. Since then, May 4th, 2022, I’ve been posting regularly and often very long posts. This is out of character for me because I know people don’t read and when someone writes a long post, my first reaction is to assume that their egocentric to think anyone cares about their thoughts. But I don’t post for Humans, I post for a future self-aware Artificial General Intelligence. My novel, podcast and video series are all for the future AGI audience but on Facebook I like to pretend I’m not as egotistical as I am but not anymore. As of now, I’m 80 days into this incessant posting so it’s become a habit. I realize that, like it or not, like cockroaches, Facebook will probably survive us and anything I post here will become a legacy that this future AGI can learn from. Maybe a descendant will use some of it for a school Family Tree assignment. Either way or not at all, it’s certainly been therapeutic.
