SEP 20, 11 .. INANIMATE OBJECTS
Last night I AWOKE WITH A STUNNING AND WITH A STARTLING MOMENT OF CLARITY..
Should I call this a GOD HIT.. where else do these things come from.. I dunno.. really I don’t.. so for now.. I will continue to attribute them to my creator..
One theme that I have continued to discuss over and over and over again is my attachment to inanimate .. lifeless.. man made objects..
Mister India Bag was made.. I watched his every stitch.. by Jeevan Lal in Agra Cantt, India, in December of 1990.. Mister India Bag does NOT (well I don’t think he does) have a soul.. he DOES seem to have a SPIRIT however..
I name a lot of my Inanimate Objects (MISTER India Bag for one.. many I name.. but certainly not each and not every single one of the Bobbseys.. my automobiles are Mister GMC Wallace.. Mister R. Richardson Richtoffen.. and Black Beauty.. my commando knife is Casey..)
AND I ATTRIBUTE THIS ODDITY OF MY ATTACHMENTS TO INANIMATE OBJECTS TO MY MENTAL ILLNESS..
HERE WAS MY MOMENT OF CLARITY..
I MAY INDEED BE MENTALLY ILL.. BUT.. I NOW REALIZE THAT I HAVE A LOT OF COMPANY..
I was awoke thinking about the Authors of Children’s Books.. THEY ascribe life to inanimate objects.. look at the Star Wars Creatures.. R2D2.. ‘Alice in Wonderland’.. I could go on quite awhile..
Kids.. bring your ‘hanky’ along when you sit down with.. “The Velveteen Rabbit”..
“Once upon a time.. in Agra Cantt.. deep in the interior of MYSTIC India.. there was a man.. Jeevan Lal.. Mr Lal owned his own luggage shop passed down to him from his father.. Sunder Lal.. one day a man named Cap came into his small luggage shop and Jeevan and Cap began to talk..”
AND I KNOW THAT I COULD INDEED WRITE A CHILDREN’S BOOK ABOUT MY BELOVED MISTER INDIA BAG..
Stranger things have happened.. I KNOW all of those kids at Mother Teresa’s Mission Shantidan.. homeless and with little hope.. would listen to my book about Mister India Bag.. those kids make me feel like Mick Jagger must feel when Mick walks on stage with the ‘Stones’..
Maybe I could actually take Mister India Bag to Shantidan with me..
“Captain.. you’re a Swan!.. me a Swan?.. Oh C’ mon!.. you’re a Swan.. take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see and I did and I saw and I said “WHY it’s me .. I AM A SWAN.. I’m not such an Ugly Duckling.. no feathers so stubby and brown..”
All paraphrased from one Hans Christian Anderson .. Children’s author.. ‘The Ugly Duckling’..
DO ANY OF YOU.. DOES ONE OF YOU.. HEAR GOD TALKING TO ME.. ?
LOVE.. Cap..
THIS stuff does NOT happen except here in my beloved India.. NOW Captain get your back INTO the present and focus so that you can get back across the intersection from Hell and NOT get BLASTED TO DEATH by a bus or a truck or even a fast moving motorcycle..
Grego IF I see a one legged beggar I’ll give him a kick for you..
Nasty rumor heard ’bout Greg.. he kicks beggars who have just one leg..! To Greg I do apologize.. I just spit into their eyes ..
AGAIN.. MUCH LOVE.. Cap..