Ok, this is going to seem weird, one of the Off The
Program guys on FFL going out of his way to cheer up
the On The Program true-blue TM types, and help them 
remember what's important and what's not, but hey...
shit happens.

I had a really shiny, ecstatic meditation this morning,
and then logged onto to Fairfield Life and could not
help but notice the contrast. And it took me only a
few posts to get fed up with reading all the doom-and-
gloom predictions and "The sky is falling" cries coming
from the On The Program Chicken Littles in our midst,
and I figured that people needed a break. Here it is, 
in song form, by my man Bruce Cockburn:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL4CdHd9ma4

This is one of Bruce's most popular songs, and one of 
the few that ever made the "Top 40." And it made it 
because it's a HAPPY SONG. But the genesis of the 
song was anything but happy. Like many, Bruce can be 
affected by and distracted by the doom-and-gloom Chicken 
Littles squawking around him. Here is his story of how 
this song came to be:

"I have a relative who is involved in one of those kinds of 
government jobs where they can't say what they do. The part 
you can say involves monitoring other people's radio trans-
missions and breaking codes. At that time China and the Soviet 
Union were almost at war on their mutual border. And both of 
them had nuclear capabilities. I had dinner with this relative 
of mine and he said, 'We could wake up tomorrow to a nuclear 
war.' Coming from him, it was a serious statement. So I woke 
up the next morning and it wasn't a nuclear war. [Laughs] It 
was a real nice day and there was all this good stuff going 
on and I had a dream that night which is the dream that is 
referred to in the first verse of the song, where there were 
lions at the door, but they weren't threatening, it was kind 
of a peaceful thing. And it reflected a previous dream that 
was a real nightmare where the lions were threatening."
-- from "Closer to the Light with Bruce Cockburn" by Paul Zollo, 
SongTalk, vol. 4, issue 2, 1994

The first two lines of Bruce's song say everything 
I am hoping to remind people of by sharing this song
with them:

Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day

Don't fall for the doom-and-gloom talk, *especially*
when it comes from people who have been practicing
meditation for 3-4 decades and are still spouting 
doom and gloom.

Trust the meditation itself, and that clear, calm
eternity that it enables you to merge with. Eternity
abides, and you abide with it, no matter what the day
brings when the sun comes up. What will happen will
happen no matter what state of mind you bring to it.
But if you buy into the state of mind that these
doom-and-gloomers are trying to sell you, you might
just miss an awesome sunrise.


Wondering Where The Lions Are
written 12 January 1979. Ottawa, Canada

Sun's up, uh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Walls windows trees, waves coming through
You be in me and I'll be in you
Together in eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

Up among the firs where it smells so sweet
Or down in the valley where the river used to be
I got my mind on eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

    And I'm wondering where the lions are...
    I'm wondering where the lions are...

Huge orange flying boat rises off a lake
Thousand-year-old petroglyphs doing a double take
Pointing a finger at eternity
I'm sitting in the middle of this ecstasy

Young men marching, helmets shining in the sun,
Polished as precise like the brain behind the gun
(Should be!) they got me thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

    And I'm wondering where the lions are...
    I'm wondering where the lions are...

Freighters on the nod on the surface of the bay
One of these days we're going to sail away,
going to sail into eternity
some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

    And I'm wondering where the lions are...
    I'm wondering where the lions are...



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