For the past few days, I have felt my body fighting off what might have been an immobilizing head-cold. I have awakened with a sore throat in the mornings and stricken with lethargy in the evenings. However, I am rarely ever sick and illness is among those invisible entities which I am not at liberty to feed energy-to. Instead, I am moved to point the focus of this entry to the topic of health.
I am an enthusiast of Folk Medicine, Homeopathy, and other holistic alternatives to the medicinal status-quo. My experience and research has shown that it is human nature to be in complete health, and that most illness has its origin in a belief otherwise. We have the power to invoke illness within our bodies just as we have the power to heal and maintain health. I have often heard people say things like ‘Don’t get upset, you’ll make yourself sick’! It would suggest that most of us are cognizant of this mind-body connection. But why do we imagine that it only goes one way? Yea, you are a much more powerful healer than you might know!
Dis-ease is often rooted in a problem of self-worth. In fact, symptoms of this also appear outside of our-selves as ‘problems’ in our daily experience. Many of us believe that we are much less than what we really are. We have been taught that we are victims to the conditions of our life and that we are evil in nature. Yet, our powerful nature is nonetheless at work! These very beliefs are mirrored back to us as symptoms. When we attack the symptom (as modern medicine would have us do) we merely suppress the root issue, allowing it to compound and create greater problems in and outside of our-selves. Instead, I prescribe this: Know how magnificent you are! Continually re-affirm your healthy nature! This knowing will affect your actions toward yourself and others. You will then begin to experience the symptoms of health, joy, love, and abundance.
Be well,
Dr. Hazelwood
[Saturday]
After several long months of meticulous calculation, rigorous experimentation, and implementation of the resulting scientific philosophies; I was able to uncover the quantum equivalent of the feeling of spring. I placed this elusive feeling into an advanced particle accelerator (the human heart) and alas, spring is manifest! Just as in my hypothesis – warmth, hope, and good cheer are ubiquitous and abound! My colleagues are sure to be shocked and awed by this revolutionary feat of science, which should guarantee me a place among the luminaries! Assuredly, my name shall be listed in scholastic texts and journals of metaphysics forevermore – as the ‘Benefactor of Spring’.
[Sunday]
As it turns out, my findings were inconclusive. Upon boasting to my fellow scientists, each insisted that he himself was the Creator, and had likewise been applying his consciousness to the upheaval of the winter. This is most troubling. Can they not see that I am the One – have they no perspective?! And as if it were not trifling enough, these men are so bold as to go about enjoying the fruits of my labors! Yea, I have seen each of them taking long leisurely strolls out-of-doors, and musing on park-benches with a pretentious air of magnanimity. It is much to my dismay that I myself cannot bask in this light of victory. I must immure myself within the stone walls of my laboratory until such time as I can prove irrefutably that I have discovered the Key to the Seasons. If my calculations are correct, I will have done so by the epoch of November.
Mr. J.S. Hazelwood
It had been two solid months since I had composed a note of music, that is, until I sat down this week to rehearse with my-self. The moment I picked up my instrument, fresh substances began to pour out of it as if I had opened a release valve! It was a complete surprise, as I had not even contemplated the creation of new material. It is a most unusual process, this manifesting something from nothing! In reverence for that Universal Mind of which I can only ever know my part, I surrendered to the process which has systematically rendered all of my best works. This process is what many call ‘stream of consciousness’ wherein I abandon all rational thought, allowing subject-matter to rise up out of my sub-conscious. It is often very revealing as to the thoughts and feelings which I have unknowingly suppressed. In this particular writing session, I found my sub-mind insistent upon composing material of a geo-political nature.
I am not a fan of the latest trend in political eye-wear called ‘Blinders’. They have recently come into vogue with the promise of obstructing one’s view, to effectively block out any ‘bad’. But what you are not informed-of in these crafty advertisements is that this hip new product concurrently blocks out the Good while dimming-down your perception of reality! You might be walking around this very instant completely in the dark, with an illusion of safety as if you are crouched-down in a closet during a tornado, when you might in actuality be stepping out in front of a steam engine! Alas, there is no tornado, but only the scientific prophecy of one greater than man has ever known, accompanied by sound means of prevention – ‘Climate Change’.
Before I continue, you must know that I have no political affiliation. I have found that it is my role to always see humanity as a single unified body, the ‘Body of God’ if you will. You can be certain that any political stance which I might take is the product of my own philosophies and ideals, as well as empirical understandings of certain irrefutable Universal Laws of Nature. One of these Laws is that of Cause and Effect which could be stated as Newton’s Third Law: “To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”. The Buddhists call it ‘Niyamas’: “Orange trees grow from orange seeds – apple trees from apple seeds. Why do you think good will grow from evil seeds”? It is absurd to pretend that nearly two-hundred years of pumping Carbon Dioxide into an atmosphere that does not naturally manage such high levels of the gas would not invoke some sort of adverse ‘change’! Rationality aside, since the scientific evidence at this point is irrefutable that the Earth’s climate has warmed as a result of industrialism; one must bury his head completely in the sand to deny it. But why would one do this?! I believe it started as an innocent fear of change (knowing deep-down that change is inevitable) and an innocent fear of loss (protection of one’s interests); but it has now reached the point of paralyzed and polarized partisanship (clenching desperately to a boulder that is also falling off the cliff). All people are inherently good! I’ll go down to your Devil’s lair and shout it in his face! We all do the best we can with the tools that are at our disposal. None of you who are stumbling around with those silly-looking blinders on really want the destruction of the world, yet your actions are calling for it. Yea, I say take them off! See the Good! Know that your thoughts and actions are creative! Own this power and use it for Good! Global responsibility and fiscal responsibility are spokes of the same wheel. God is the center.
With Love,
Mr. J.S. Hazelwood
I would like to dedicate to-day’s entry to my closest companion – the one with whom I share my home and my affections – who goes by the name of Ms. Bessie ‘Sniff’, the Bassett Hound. This dog (I am reticent to call her a dog) fills such an enormous space in my existence that I hardly know where to begin. She is the most loyal, loving, and loveable companion that I have ever known – not without comparison to anyone of the human race, but I consider her a person like any other. She certainly has as much personality as any person! Moreover, Bessie and I have more mutual understanding and respect than I have ever experienced in an interpersonal relationship. I don’t mean to imply cynicism with these assertions, but to illustrate the degree to which Bessie has captured my sentiments.
We rise together every morning. Bessie is more reliable than any alarm clock. At 5:01 every morning she springs her forelegs up onto my bedside to alert me that our day is to begin. My very first action is to prepare her break-fast. Only then do I proceed with my own rituals. If I am home throughout the day, Bessie is surely by my side except when she takes an independent notion to search the backyard for fresh curiosities. Through the window at my desk I can often see her on the grounds, carefully examining every inch with her unusually powerful snoot. What wonders she could be discerning with this profound faculty for smell I might never know! Scent would seem to be her dominating connection to the physical world as sight is ours. However, there is no question in my mind that she has a powerful sixth sense as well. She has a singular capacity for intuiting my moods and acting accordingly. I have in turn developed an ability to anticipate her needs. I find this to be a more effective form of communication than speech in any language! I believe it is the very thing that makes such a bond possible. Dogs are no more inherently ‘good’ than humans, as some would suggest. No! We simply TALK TOO MUCH. And when we have done so, we talk a little more in attempt to rectify our errors in communication. Yea, we only dig the hole deeper, and our innocent intentions are buried under a mass of conflicting words! I will admit – I do talk to Bessie, but rarely does she talk back. What a wise creature!
At dusk we often go for a walk together, I examining the beauty of the landscape with my eyes and her with her nose. As we are equally eager to do this every evening, I am sure that we possess the same ardor for nature, the night air, and walking leisurely in reverence of another day well-lived, whether it be at the writing-desk or sniffing away at the back-yard. In return to the Manse, we retire to our respective beds in unvocal appreciation for one-another and drift off, presumably to the same heaven of dreams…
The Sentimental Mr. H.
February 1
It is hard to believe that winter is taking its final turn. I was so enkindled by the romance of those autumnal days and nights that I have spent much of this current season in an idyllic trance. It would seem hasty to utter the word spring, as just beyond my window lay a picturesque winter scene. Yet, the almanac does not mind to controvert this. I am in eager anticipation of those first blooms of the Dogwood. It is not because I have an aversion for winter. In fact I get particular warmth from the chill. But I must say I am ready to come alive again! There is a part of me that wants to hibernate for these few frigid months. My creative impulses are idle – hastened by the first frost just as the many blades of grass. But come sun and rain; alongside the roses in my garden will grow my thoughts, wildly. They are liken-to burst forth in a surge of creation, forcing me to manage them lest they choke out one-another! I am ready for this busy work – to finally see what has been at long rest under the soil, and to cultivate it into existence. But as for to-day, I return to introspection.
Warmly,
Mister Hazelwood
