Another Pilgrimage Comes to the Rockhouse on the Trail of the #Blotto

Disclaimer: this is straight-up writing of active lung cancer in me but nothing in the #Blotto set of articles has been written with thoughts of trying to shock or disturb.  I am using in-home hospice and that's the best circumstance I could hope relative to being in a hospice clinic or, worst of all, to be admitted into a hospital.

Cadillac Man will be here on Sunday so here comes one more wonderful Pilgrimage.  I wrote about  it earlier along with how quickly you're piling up more reads of Ithaka which is grand in a different way.  (Ithaka:  Cap'n, If You Take Her any Faster, the Wheels Will Fall Off)

History goes back over forty years with Cadillac Man and you know already long-running friendships like that are the finest kind but that doesn't necessarily the time will be filled with nostalgia.  I would actually be surprised with nostalgia since the previous Pilgrimages didn't much go that way at all and they have been wonderful.

The visual won't be a giant shock for him since he did a fly-by visit not so long ago as in maybe a year but a great deal has changed even relative to the less than prime image from that time.  He's sure he can hack it since his corpus isn't exactly living the live of cream puffs and daisies either.

It will be a slammin', jammin' thing, Cadillac Man, and the anticipation of it is a gas.

I've warned from way back that the Now visual may not be the visual you want to keep since, for any person, there's an individual moment in our histories which you remember as a damn fine time.  I've suggested that would almost certainly be the much better visual than any from this Now and some agree while others do not but the love from me to them is the same regardless.

There was a special message today to affirm the love and to say it's the visual which is the deterrent.  I understand that completely, categorically, systematically, and all those kinds of things.  Through everything the love is the foundation and there are various presentations from me at different levels over time in Ithaka but in chucking those that which remains is the love at the core.  This isn't something new which arose from my current travails but rather it was inevitable with the other aspects of the Silas stripped away.  The fact is I glory in the opportunity to be this way since there's nothing obfuscating it.

Zen Yogi:  now you're a li'l cherub with a heart full of nothing but love

You might want to work on the imagery a little, my furry buddy.

Zen Yogi:  ixnay on Warrior for Eros, I guess?

That's right, Yogi.  Please lose the Warrior for Eros.

The affirmation was deeply moving and it inspires all the more to radiate love in every direction.  Those who have followed the #Blotto articles have seen that I want to be shooting love everywhere like it's riding love-powered laser beams of fantastical moment and glorious result.  From what I see of this, it's been working splendidly and there really is love bouncing from every cornice.

It's the love of all to each other, to the Family, and to the Clan.  That unity makes a special delight for all of us and it's real since Scotland is the true home for Frasers going back centuries.  Where things have sometimes been muddled, they are not that way anymore and that amplifies all the more the love-powered laser beams.

There is no sucker punch saved to the last for some twisted melodramatic effect to close.  There has been no sudden new problem, no large worsening in those which exist, and the situation is generally copacetic minus the parts which suck.  The situation looks as good as it can be for Sunday, Cadillac Man, so stop on down.  Uh!

Note:  Uh! is a part of the Ritual Hosea Grunt from the early 70s when a pack of drunken scofflaws would join the repeated chorous at three a.m. of Uh! Uh! Uh!

Much love to you all.