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TODAY’S POST USES AN EIGHT LETTER WORD - PARENTS BE ADVISED.
“Never let anyone get between you and your God.” - This was said during a conversation I had with someone, at some point, somewhere. (I did not ask for permission to quote them, so their identity will be kept secret.)
One thing that means (to me) is that if someone, or something, nefarious, finds out that you have that God space in your heart, a space that not everyone is blessed with - the first thing they attempt to do is to locate and fill that space with their company logo and image. They get in between you and your God. Something that was once free now costs 29.95 a month and is billed automatically to your credit card. They get between you and your Creator by co-opting your faith and that of many others.
"My Faith” ©2014 andywardking (all rights reserved), no matter what it entails, can never be taken away from me, it’s incapable of branding, and cannot be turned into a commodity; it can never be bought and sold. It is mine, and mine alone. However, “My Faith” and “My God” are not he same thing. Or, maybe they are, I don’t know.
What’s her story?
I’ve said that people create God in their own image, and many before me have said the same thing. For all I know God could be a giant giraffe that dresses like Oscar Wilde. It doesn’t matter. Just as pd (parkinson’s disease - the gift that keeps on taking) affects everyone differently, everyone has a different idea of God.
No one should ever claim to know the mind of God, the wardrobe of God, or what brand of cigarettes God smokes.
That’s another way someone or some organization can get between you and your Creator. That's another way that people who wish to control you - control you. "My Vision of God” ©2014 andywardking (all rights reserved), no matter what it entails, can never be taken away from me, it’s incapable of branding, and cannot be turned into a commodity; it can never be bought and sold. It is mine, and mine alone. And no one, NO ONE has the right or authority to say it is wrong or right.
The notion of proving the existence of God is silly, like proving love, hope, sadness, loneliness, fear, and joy exist. But, there is one aspect of life we have been given that, if an individual is receptive, proves (to me) the existance of a God. Notice, I haven’t used the term personal God, whether or not God believes in me is a whole different story, for another time, but again it’s still my story.
I consider myself lucky - I believe I have found personal proof that God exists. The proof is simple, the proof is obvious, the proof is Music. Ubiquitous Music, or more specifically, two items within Music: The God Chord Progression and the God Groove.
The fact that something so ephemeral as live music, something that cannot be touched - seen - or put in a bottle can have such a profound effect on your reality, that something so invisible can at the same time blind you, must come from an entity outside our brain. It must be God. However, not all music is capable of doing this.
The God Chord Progression and the God Groove. Although they sound like bad movie titles, they are the specific items that give music it’s revealing power.
The God Chord Progression -
Sound, like color, has a physical effect on your brain and the combination of sound into music increases that effect exponentially. One of the components of music is a chord; a chord is three or more notes played together. Which three or more notes you play determines the character of the chord. We don’t have time to go into a music theory lesson - trust me on this. In general, a minor chord produces a sad or melancholy feeling where a Major chord does the opposite. I’m lumping melody and lyrics in together here, consider it all a chord.
Which chord you choose to play and in what order is called a chord progression. Where a minor or Major chord (there are others, but again this isn’t a music theory lesson) can cause a simple emotional response, certain chord progressions can take those simple emotions and turn them into a epiphany, a revelation, a visit from God. I’m not going to list the progressions, they are almost sacred to me, plus, there are thousands, but I will show you an example at the end of this letter.
The God Groove -
Another element of music is the rhythm. And when that rhythm affects you without first going through the filter of your brain. When that rhythm attaches itself to the visceral aspect of your existence - in other words - when you can’t help but move and dance when you hear (feel) it. I then call it the “Groove." Certain grooves are more powerful than others, those I call the “God Groove.” Again, the mere fact that simple repeated patterns of sound can make you, almost subconsciously, almost uncontrollably, move, proves that some form of creative higher power exists. This isn’t science - this is faith, and it doesn’t need validation.
But it does give me solace, solace in the fact that I can tangibly experience the humanity of my version of Creator. I might not understand or know God any better, but I now can put a feeling with the face.
I am not an eclipse.
Remember these are only my thoughts and feelings. They might be different than yours and that’s fine by me, I would never want to get in the way of you and your belief in God, or lack of belief. I would never want to get between anyone and their God.
Remember dancers, these are only the thoughts of a funny looking man, a man who is starting to learn what it feels like to be stigmatized by society, prejudged because of how I speak - look - or move. And that is the worst part about having pd, not the shaking, the pain, the sleepless nights, or the ever increasing physical limitations... not the depression, or the fear of how fast this progressive incurable disorder will take its toll on me... It’s the assholes.
But, there will always be assholes in this world and I must learn to not let it bother me. There are enough wonderful people in my life who love me and aren’t afraid to tell me. They cancel out few bad ones I encounter. I just never want to get between the assholes and their God, if, or when, their God decides to dole out punishment.
As you can see I shifted topics slightly at the end of today’s letter. I shifted from something that was on my mind to something that is now, unfortunately, in my heart. Maybe I’ll talk more about that later...or maybe not.
Creator = God
Here is the song that I was listening to when I first had this epiphany. Some might find this strange, but to me it makes perfect sense - if this doesn’t make you move then there is no God.
It doesn’t have to be a hit song - this is one of mine that makes me consider the vastness (God Progression God Groove) - It will be on my next release. It is also a screen test for an actor (Anne Knowles) that will be doing some videos for me.
I’ll keep thinking of more examples and will post them here.
Good Morning Hippie Hula Hoopers,
In a few hours Kathleen and I will take the LA HiWay (I-10) to Live Oak, Florida for a favorite event of ours...Suwannee Springfest. We were at the first one, and I hope there never is a last.
Donovan and I, along with the whole GroovyLand High Council, will be holding Court at Camp Groovy and might be making reports or we might not. If making reports interferes with the experience we won’t do it. If making reports becomes part of the overall fun...then we will. Since we have a lot of fun playing with all our gadgets and keeping in touch with all of you - the latter will most likely be true.
My favorite part of any festival is the - after hours - round the campfire - test out #9 below - times when the real music begins. This year we’re doing something a little different - His groovy emperorness Raven Stands-Alone has equipped Camp Groovy with electrification. That’s right, we will be playing new-timey music. Ameritronika. We even have a mirror ball and christmas lights. This is to help prepare ourselves and every body else for the Purple Hatters Ball May 9-11 SMP
Camp Groovy is located @ River Road | sec JC | site 236D
Here’s a list that has only a little bit to do with the festival.
TEN THINGS I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO DO, BEFORE I CAN’T!
This is a superfluous title
I’m going to wrap it up now and finish packing. I’m keeping a little thought in my heart for all of y'all we are leaving behind...(good thought)
There are a lot of great festivals coming up this summer and We plan on going to as many of them (in the hopes of getting a slot in the next years show) as we can and we will be reporting back. Check facebook.com/andywardking for all updates and of course this page #thisiswhatwedoallday
Hope everyone has a safe and fun filled weekend no matter where you are, even if it’s the other end of the LA HiWay.
Hula Hoops for President!!
ANDY AND DONOVAN KING! - OUT
ADVANCE FOTOS BY DONOVAN
Good Morning Law Abiding Citizens,
I have a fear and even though some of the side effects of the medication I take are paranoia and confusion, I feel it’s justified. I carry this card and wear a med-alert bracelet to not only notify police, paramedics and medical personal of my condition, but also to let them know that I must take my pd medication or face some serious results.
Let’s say I decide to take a little walk I only have ID with me - no cell phone - no pills, only my ID that says who I am and a med- alert bracelet that says what my condition is. Ok. worst case (and I mean WORST) scenario. There is a robbery in the neighborhood with a fatal shooting of a home owner. The police are everywhere - on the ground - in the air - all looking for an armed and dangerous killer - who just so happens to fit my description. Middle aged white male, dark hat, black sweat pants, dark hoodie. 5’6” to 5’7” 150 lbs - stocky build. There are about 100 guys around here that look like that.
The police, on high alert, see me struggling, shaking as I pass by them, my meds have worn off, quickly this time, and I look like a drunken pirate walking down the sidewalk . A drunken pirate fitting the description of the wanted man. We’ve all seen enough cop shows to know what happens next. One thing for sure, I do not believe the cops, after they have thrown me in the back of the car with my hands cuffed behind my back (that itself would be extremely painful), would let me stop by my house and pick up my medicine. I could hear them now “parkinson’s ...right - that’s a new one - where you steal that bracelet? shut-up or I give you something to shake about.”
I’m not pulling this out of the air. Something similar happened to friend of mine just this past year. He had a stroke in the early morning hours on his way to work. A policeman, somewhat justifiably under the impression that anybody out at that hour was either intoxicated or up to no good or both, found my friend in his dazed condition. I instead of requesting immediate medical attention he treated my friend like a criminal, questioning and threatening him. Only after a more experienced officer arrived and recognized what was really going on were the paramedics called. My friend needed immediate medical attention.
If this worst case were to happen to me and I was denied my medication, I could die. I am not kidding - dead serious.
Following information from http://www.pdf.org
If you had been taking Sinemet for more than a few weeks, for example, and you stopped it suddenly instead of gradually, you could develop "neuroleptic malignant syndrome." This is a syndrome with manifestations that include very high fever, severe rigidity of all muscle in the body, delirium or coma. It is often fatal, even when treated. Thus, in general, you should never stop your anti-parkinsonian medications suddenly.
I did say worst-case scenario. I would like to believe that there are more good cops than bad. I’m sure there are. But it still bothers me. Both ends of the issue - the fact that unless I have access to this little oval pill I could die along with the sad fact that some in this world would deny me that pill.
I don’t know which is worse.
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meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\