I just want you to know that when you feel like you’ve done things in your life you know you shouldn’t have or have done wrong to yourself or others intentionally or unintentionally, that you are incredibly human. Understanding the concept of right and wrong without judging ourselves into hell is an art. It is self-taught skill and you feel it out on the steep learning curve of moral behavior. Self-driven guilt trips are common on the pathway to enlightenment. The path is often fraught with destruction, construction, ruin and rebuild. We all make a mess or two at one time or another and it is up to each one of us who spilled it, to clean it up.
I think it takes the strongest of heart and the most ancient of souls to allow themselves to be influenced by and to experience their darkest facets, their vulnerabilities, and their monsters. But even more… to come out on the other side better for it. To be able to live all of our sides, good and bad, light and dark, in comfortable agreement. Some things should not be fought with sword and bow. Your personality aspects are but one of these things. I speak from experience and acceptance.
I somehow know this is true… that the better we get at playing this game called life, the older we are in the soul, in the spirit. We’ve been here and done this before, time and again, and we remember a little more every time and correct our moral compass. It’s all about being our authentic self.
No fully integrated, intentionally aware soul got there without crushing a few toes and egos (ecosystems) along the way. (Ecosystems is how auto correct corrected egos. It works too.) We live in a human body for a reason. It limits how easily we can fix the antiquity of things we are capable of destroying in a mere moment. It takes days, years, and decades for a body and mind to build a thing and a flat 4 second 60 to blow it into oblivion. Nothing great ever comes about without a healthy amount of trial and error.
In other words, we are supposed to fuck up, learn, teach, give, take, learn and fuck up again until we wake up. Wake up and work together instead of hurting each other. Just the knowing of this is a reward in itself. There are no inherently bad or good people, just as there are no stone cold good or bad days. It is a choice. All of it is your choice. How you act, how you react, how will you decide to interact with others.
Choose it all but choose wisely would be my advice to the noobs. We are all going to end up the same way, even if we don’t know what that means for sure. And we don’t know what that means no matter how many scientists and spiritualists try to tell you they know what lies beyond. We will know when we are supposed to if we choose to learn to swim instead of treading water in concrete boots, hip waders and rose colored glasses.
It just takes some people longer to learn. When you don’t learn from your mistakes you make life difficult for everyone. The game of life is hard and the waters are rough when you choose to ignore the stormy weather you generate. Fortunately, most of us eventually learn how to swim naked in a hurricane among the sharks.
Some of us, like you and me, have learned enough on the journey to begin archiving the teachings of our soul and have decided to give them back to humanity in some way. If one sentence, one phrase, one word, one song, strikes one soul in the heart and stops it for a split second, long enough to cause a personal revelation then it was all worth it.
The point of regrettable actions is to understand that they damage everything and everyone and that is unacceptable. Harm no-one, including yourself…
… unless you get up in my grill and threaten this vessel that houses my eternal spirit or someone’s I love. Then all bets are off and you have a bigger problem than poor moral character and I’m betting I won’t lose much sleep over my potentially ethically corrupt actions.
“Do No Harm, But Take No Shit.”
– Moïra Fowley-Doyle, Spellbook of the Lost and Found
More to think about…
© Jazzi Ryan Ranes
I mean, we knew she was a strong, self-contained woman. Always seemed to have her shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone hindering her search. She was always gazing into the abyss. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if she was anywhere near the black hole, inside or out, here or there. If you even looked at her sideways, she would just split an infinitive, man. She was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know she was writing about you until you read it on her blog.
Her name is Taryn Vayl Evrwrite, but we call her Vayl. Never knew what route the lady was gonna take, or where you’d end up. She was a dynamic, prolific writer, and we loved hanging out with Vayl, –when she wasn’t tossing alphabetic musings to the wind. Dug how she hijacked regular words and fried them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Vayl when she dropped the comma and warped the laws of grammar, –you would see she was beyond that proper ellipses bullshit. Gal had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. She was focused on the words, and how to use them to create a new abyss of falling letters. There was no rabbit hole, no limits, no right participle, no event horizon. It was all an illusion. You could create whatever you wanted to create! That was just how she wrote. Vayl enjoyed the muse as much as the final draft….. Yeah, she was one to keep an eye on, that Vayl…
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone telling him what to do. He was always thinking one step ahead. But nowadays those steps were taking him beyond the town, beyond the county line, and out of the state. If anyone dared to spill just one word sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he’d already beat you at your own game unless you’d paid attention.
His name is Mountain Bear McKenzi, but we call him Bear. Never knew what route the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was a dynamic, dark comedian, and we loved hanging out with the Mountain Bear, –when he wasn’t busy messing with somebody’s day. Dug how he flipped off common notions and threw them in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Bear when he split the misconceptions and warped the brains of many, –you would see he was beyond that everyday normal bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the road, and how to use that to destroy the concept of home. There was no one place, no location, no country, no boundaries, no cage. It was all an illusion. You could go wherever you wanted to go! That’s how we knew him to be. Bear dug the journey as much as the destination. Yeah, he was one determined fellow, that Mountain Bear.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I mean, we knew he was a strong, self-contained fellow. Always seemed to have his shit together. You know what I mean? Didn’t need anyone glancing his way. He was always thinking outside the box. But nowadays you couldn’t tell if he was anywhere near the box, alive or dead, here or there. If you even looked at him sideways, he would just split, man. He was all over the place and back, in an instant! I shit you not! You might not even know he was back in the hood until you looked away.
We called him Schroedinger, Roady for short. Never knew what path the dude was gonna take, or where you’d end up. He was dynamic and unpredictable, but we loved hanging out with Roady, –when he wasn’t warping the space-time continuum. Dug how he took the fucking box and threw it in the fire.
If you were able to catch a rare glance of Roady when he split the infinitive, and warped the laws of physics, –you would see he was beyond that quantum process bullshit. Bro had mad skills. Could be just like the rest of us, –not knowing which way to go until somebody notices you’re struggling.
Still. He was focused on the imaginary box, and how to use that to shred the concept of duality. There was no symmetry, no wave, no particle, no Faraday cage. It was all an illusion. It was whatever you wanted it to be! That’s what we thought he meant anyhow. Yeah, he was one intuitive fellow, that Roady.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
When you discover an eclectic, complex, highly intelligent mind, you simply have to feed it. You will feed yourself as you satiate this need. Present the grapes, truffles, and mead of creativity to this hungry mind. Feed the place where words are always present, but so rarely needed.
Allow this multi-faceted visionary to rest on silken pillows while you balance a golden tray of ideas, dreams, and physimotional eruptions. Wait while this intellect gazes at the joker then decide what flavor it most desires. Maybe it wants sweet honey. Maybe it wants salt and pepper. Perhaps it would prefer earthy, smoky, dirty flavors.
Stand back and watch as silver streams of energy and art radiate from this glowing soul. Taste that intuition!! Smooth, rich and mixed to get you high. Shaken stirred and poured. Ahh, delicious perfection in a richly flavored gilded sensation!
You are sated now. You have found a vibrant, kindred mind as strange and beautiful as your own. Never let it get hungry, never let it starve for understanding, never let it die.
Go. 🔀 It’s time to dine.
~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~
…And why do some air fresheners smell so good in the store and then smell like ass when you spray them around your home? Truth in advertising should be a law. They shouldn’t be allowed to sell a product that smells worse than the chili-boiled egg-beer fart you chased your homies out of the room with during Sunday’s game.
The air “freshener” I tried today.. and I won’t name names, but they have an air freshener called crisp waters, and they really should have named it dirty toilet water, ass de’aroma or bracing sewage gas. It was fucking terrible! I thought the septic tank had backed up. Seriously. Now, I hate to throw out a whole can of pressurized turdscents. I prefer these cans of crap that are under pressure to be empty before I toss them in the garbage. So, I’m gonna let the evil, crisp brown waters sit on my shelf until I get the courage to take it outside and spray it away.
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~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
How Are Ya’ Fixed For Love- Frank Sinatra (with Keely Smith)
You’re fixed for the ❄❄❄s, you have more than you need,
get your coat on baby, the cold 🌀🌀🌀s blow.
You’re fixed for the weather,
you can do a good deed, friends around the 🔥🔥🔥 you should all now gather.
Get your hats and your gloves, take what I say to 💖 and to heed, but baby, ❄❄❄ baby, how are ya fixed for 💏💕?
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
Rac Hid is a Moroccan photographer, born in Rabat. He has rubbed shoulders with photography since childhood.
The contribution of Rac Hid as an artist photographer in terms of creation, is marked by his mastery of photography with that which requires sensitivity and artistic vision.
When I first laid eyes on Rac’s photography, something cracked inside me, and the beauty of his visions in black and white began to fill in the fractures they had just created. I was moved, awed, impressed and stunned by his work. I love how he sees, as he expresses his art in sublime, profound richness only found in the true artist at heart. I understand the delicate shades of dark and light in his art, but I also feel sensations and taste the flavors of inspiration within. You will want to step inside each photo if only to relish the tang of the ocean on your tongue, feel the sand slip between your fingers and toes, and smell the salty breeze blowing in from the sea.
“I spent my time in the sea and on the beach since my childhood. I look at the sea, the waves the rocks the sunset, the sand, the shells, the sea animals, also the horizon. I think the love, I think the peace, I think the philosophy, the beauty in this environment or the sound of the waves sometimes give me the meaning of the life, the music, strength, and energy. It is in the sea where there is the impossible meeting, between the sky and the earth when we look at the horizon. I do not see the color blue, but it is the white color which comes to my mind when the waves arrive towards the rocks and beyond the idea the black color that comes out as if we are in a dialectic.” Rac Hid
All photos are linked to Rac’s Facebook page, so you can stop by, have a look, leave a like, and bounce a little love off a photo or two.
Below is Rac’s website.
*Photos courtesy of… ©Rac Hid.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
I finished writing Chapter 45 last night. One more chapter to go in this book. Book 2 is already trying to horn it’s way in on my concentration. But I’ll just take notes as my baes speak to my heart. Plenty of time for the second book. I actually gave up for the evening when my autocorrect started acting silly. Sometimes I’ll get to typing so fast it will just give me a string of ??? marks or random letters. But this evening, it was out to get me.
Time to consummate the vows.
Time to consolidate the cows.
I just can’t compete with that.
~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~
Have you seen the names they’re giving marijuana nowadays? People name weed strains like they name racehorses. Fabulous poetic words that help to make the horse stand out amongst the others. And nine times out of ten, the name has nothing to do with the animal at all.
As the miracle plant takes hold and gains legality across our planet, branding has become all important. You want your tag to blow smoke in your customers face. You want the pot description to sound like what it does and give them a contact high. Get folks to buy Your shit, man.
*So with that temporarily in mind, here are some names my friend and I came up with while messaging our unusual, stream of consciousness thoughts back and forth one early morning. I can’t say if any of these are already out there. If they are, I don’t mean to bogart your greens. If not, they should be. And now I present, in no particular order of bleary-eyed importance…
~112 weed strains that haven’t been grown yet.~
1. I See Pizzas
2. Four Eyes
3. Cooked Pasta
5. Brain Food
6. Did I Just Eat That
7. Glass Eyes
8. Three Days Later
9. Apocalypse Now
10. The Pizza Made Me Do It
11. Stupid Grin
12. Cookie Monster
13. Nine Lives
15. Haunted Haze
16. Good N Plenty
17. Goodie Two Shoes
18. Mary’s Lost Baggie
19. Mary Jane’s Happy Dance
20. Mary Jane’s Cupboard
21. Mother Nature
22. Pass The Chips
23. Stale Potato Chips
24. The Dog Ate My Stash
25. Couch Lock
26. High Way
28. Grandpa’s Cane
30. The Game Of Stones
32. Flower Child
33. High Sight Is 20/20
34. Double Vision
35. I Can’t Find My Face
36. I Can’t Feel My Ass
37. Lazy Boy
38. Floating Weeds
39. Short-Term Memory Loss
40. Baked Beans
41. Ghost Candy
42. This Bowls For You
43. My Joints Are Stiff
45. Windows 3000
46. Caroline’s Window Box
47. Lawn Grass
48. Bogart’s Revenge
49. Silly Putty
50. Fried Brain Sandwiches
51. Don’t Eat The Koolaid
52. Winter Frost
53. Garden Weeds
54. Fantasy Island
55. Pinned To The Wall
56. Floppy French Fries
57. Vacation Days
58. Dry Mouth
60. Best Buds
61. Wilted Flowers
62. The Hills Have Highs
63. Greener Pastures
64. Mount Rush More
65. Rainbow Smoke
66. You Are Here
67. Lazy 420
68. Space Trees
69. Healthy Greens
70. Too Stoned To Text
71. X-Ray Vision
72. Heavy Eyelids
73. Are We There Yet
74. Red Eyed Beast
75. The Blunt Truth
76. Autumn Leaves
77. Stonewall Jackson
78. Harvey Wallbanger
79. Cream Puffs
80. Red Sunset
81. Blank TV Screen
83. Green Pieces
84. Contact High
85. Buzz Bunny
86. Comic Relief
87. Where The Fuck Am I
88. Time Traveler
89. Wild Fire
90. *Buzzy Bee*
91. Too High To Blink
92. Catnip Acres
93. Black Panther Kitties
94. Pot Of Gold
95. Cross-Eyed Pink Dragons
96. Puffy McPufferson
98. Fishing For Kitties
99. *T. H. Seas*
100. Party Plants
101. Three Days In The Joint
102. Laughing Grass
103. Afraid To Go To The Mailbox
104. Where Did I Put The Remote
105. Is This Sandwich Still Good
106. Spooky Action At A Distance
107. I Forgot What I Was Going To Say
108. Rolled Too Tight
109. Buzz Buddies
110. Happy Trees
111. Dome Baggie
112. All Fucked Up & No Place To Go
*A couple of those might be better suited to edibles…
Make of that what you will, but hey man… Name the stuff and let the stoners figure out what it means. A week later.
*Don’t steal our shit, man. We don’t have a stash.
~…a long time coming so don’t harsh the buzz.~
~…a little bit of experience and a whole lot of burning imagination.~
*All material copy written in a cloud of smoke.
*Original comedy routine, based on this random foggy brain matter, coming soon to a blank computer screen near you. Stay untuned for a YouTube video early 3019…er 2019. Whatever.
© Jazzi Ryan Ranes 2018
© Joe Jones 2018
© Joe In The Dark (the teddy bear with teeth) 2018
© T. H. Seas 2018
© Buzzy Bee Productions 2018
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