Over a year ago I made a post where I shared this story about Aleister Crowley:
There is a story of a young man, sitting in a café (I’ve heard of different locations where this story occurred), when all of a sudden, a strange man, dressed in yellow, comes darting through the café, babbling in a strange, foreign language. To his surprise, nobody was paying any attention to this obviously crazy man. The shocked café-goer asks the head waiter if something should be done. The head waiter replies, “Oh no, sir. That’s just Mr. Crowley being invisible again.”
Like him or hate him, there are many things you can say about Crowley. Claiming he was an idiot is not one of them.
I am writing this just a few days before the supposed Mayan Apocalypse on Friday, December 21, 2012. The belief that the "end times" are here is nothing new. This LINK will take you to a page that lists over 200 dates where experts and religious leaders said the end of the world was coming. They all have one thing in common: none of them have worked out as their promoters stated.
And I will hereby fearlessly predict that the so-called Mayan Apocalypse will also turn out to be a dud. Some Mayans in Guatemala are denouncing the way the government is turning this into a "folklore for profit" giant party, with an expected 90,000 money-bringing suckers believers coming for the show. NASA has
Some people like money as a gift. While there's a part of me that thinks, "Good! Money! I can do something with this," there's also another part of me that thinks, "They sure didn't think much about this gift!"
I prefer receiving something that someone has actually spent time considering. "What is Don like? What does he need? What does he want? What will he use?" That's the type of gift I prefer to give, too. For me, spending time considering what someone needs, will like and will use is a pleasure for me. It can also be challenging if I don't have in mind a variety of things to choose from that might appeal to a person.
There's a surprisingly different problem when selecting a gift,
Recently, I've begun to think that maybe the Mayans—or more accurately, some interpreters of the Mayan calendar—were right.
I've seen a great deal of personal loss this year. Musically, I learned that a guitarist I had played with had died. Before we worked together he had played with the early group, The Music Machine, and had one hit, "Talk, Talk." Later, he had played with Ike and Tina Turner, and claimed to me that it was he who had convinced Ike to play "Proud Mary." More recently, the far-better known Jon Lord, keyboard player for the original Deep Purple, passed on. His playing had greatly influenced my own. More personally, several people, including relatives, have passed on