Schurr Shot

The mystic vapers of laughter and creativity weaves into the fabric of time amidst the chaos of the human spirit.  

Adorable gods radiate passion to live, to have purpose, goals, a sense of understanding and humor. 

I dwell among others, but I'm always apart. I have lost all feelings, nothing has meaning, I feel the pull of the next world calling me, but I resist, there can be no final peace for me until I snap the perfect Schurr Shot. 

My heart and mind have returned to the here and now, I no longer follow dictates, save my own. 

Mark Izzy Schurr

 

The Caressing Ambience of the Camera's Eye

To crest the waves of insanity while soaring through the shores of serenity. 

 

At long last my mind is keen and my thoughts are clear. Decades have passed since my last hit of LSD, and nearly a half a decade since imbibing alcohol. 

The trendiness of unfriendliness has ignited my desire for solitude. The sweet sensation of the written  word dissolves unreciprocated smiles. Shafts of moon light on the sands of the seas reaches into the mystic vapors of imagination. It threads the fabrics of fantasy and fact into a blissfully bizarre realm of love and laughter.   

My camera's eye harbors hope, joy and inspiration. Amidst the shores of Medicine Lake, I snapped these pictures. 

The caressing ambience of inner space, where time has no meaning, and the savage ignorance of humankind is washed away in the waters of eternity, and I admired the allure of campsite 66, the two pictures below. This campsite was the gateway to the entire shores of Medicine Lake. 

Sunday, the 9th, the American bald eagle graced its presence in the eyes of my Sony DSL camera. I captured a cool shot of a bald eagle, yet I cannot get a volleyball pancake on camera, but the season starts again soon, as does youth basketball. 

Local volleyball and basketball are my two favorite live sporting events these days, and it's not easy for me to get a perfectly focused action shot, as you can see, but I like some of my Schurr Shots. 

They weren't beautiful until they smiled, and I felt that smile, and the soothing sensation of bliss dominated my soul because of these three hitchhikers in Oregon last month. Below, the Aftershock competing in Sacramento in March. 

Mark Izzy Schurr 

 

Jaiden got ups. 

Another Modern Moron Book Review

Hoka-he, it's a good day to die, kill them all, (whites) Crazy Horse said to his Oglala warriors before a battle in the Black Hills War.

Several U.S. Cavalry soldiers including General George Armstrong Custer and Captain William Judd Fetterman were pulverized battling Cheyenne and Sioux warriors. 

The U.S. Army lost every battle during an entire summer in the Black Hills War. Custer's dead body was left nude with an arrow in his groin in Little Bighorn. Captain Fetterman's throat was slit by American Horse, and all 80 of Fetterman's soldiers were slain by the native American warriors, thus learning in battle; the Indian's were not lazy savages, they rode horses better, shot better and outnumbered the U.S. Cavalry in the Black Hills War.

The Native American's were here 100s if not 1,000s of years before the white man came and fucked everything up with power and money for the sadistic few. Killing babies, raping Indian women and breaking treaties because of gold, oil and / or lavish lands. 

On Nov., 29, 1864, before the Black Hill war, more than 100 Indian women and children were brutally slain by 700 soldiers from the Third Colorado Cavalry under the command of Colonel John M. Chivington. Reproductive organs from Cheyenne and Arapaho women were used to decorate the saddles of the Bloody Third's horses and some of the children's heads were severed.

"The massacre lasted six or eight hours. I tell you Ned, it was hard to see little children on their knees and have their brains beat out by men professing to be civilized. They were all scalped and horribly mutilated. You could think it impossible for white men to butcher and mutilate human beings as they did. Every word I have told you is the truth and this they do not deny. I expect we will have a hell of time with the Indians this winter," a U.S. officer wrote in a letter to a fellow solider.

June 25, 1876, the Battle of the Little Bighorn, Crazy Horse and his Cheyenne warriors along with Sitting Bull and his Sioux sensation attacked General Custer and his 210 cavalry troops, killing every single one of them. Fleeing U.S. soldiers 100s of yards away from the battle grounds and waving white flags were still slain. General Custer was 36-years-old, the same age as Crazy Horse. 

In April of 1877, Crazy Horse surrenders, and that was the year the Indians were no longer a serious threat to whitey. By 1883, Sitting Bull is fully subdued by the Army and touring America with show business entrepreneur William Cody, aka Buffalo Bill. Little Annie Oakley, five-feet tall becomes friends with Sitting Bull while touring with him. Sitting Bull names her Little Sure Shot and that remained her show business name. 

"Killing Crazy Horse the Merciless Indian Wars in America" was released in 2020 and written by Bill O'Reilly and Martin Dugard. A very solid four and a half star read I acquired from the Sonoma County library. I merely scratched the surface talking about this fantastic history book. This book details how both the Indians and whites were nefarious. 

Mark Izzy Schurr 

 

 

 

 

 
 

Little Libraries, Another Modern Moron Book Review

Women, booze and opium roam back and forth from the tangible and spirit world, calling attention to the supernatural phenomena in 1985s "Great Ghost Stories."

My world is remote with a select atmosphere of books and dreams. ("Keeping His Promise," Algernon Blackwood) 

To obey the dictates of prudence and seek and understand solid facts, which students of the occult don't do E.F. Benson said in 1911s "Caterpillars." 

This 91 page book contains six short stories from the days of old. "The Squaw" by Bram Stoker is the newest story in "Great Ghost Stories." I acquired this book from one of my neighborhood Little Libraries. 

All six stories are by different authors between 1890-1914. 

Three and a half stars for this cool easy read.  

Mark Izzy Schurr

 

"Yoga Mythology" Another Modern Moron Book Review

Do we live true to our nature or constantly adapt or pretend to adapt to an environment that knots our minds? 

Yoga is a timeless wisdom, not bound to history or geology and popularized tantric literature more than a 1,000 years ago. Yoga delves into the spiritual and mystical realms of oblivion and infinity; it's a fascinating mind journey pursuing all angles of the imagination and reality. The infinite aspects of religion and the occult weaves its way into the zealot minds of its advocates. 

Some Hindu advocates claim the spirit is infinite, and when its body dies, the soul is released into another body or the infinite realms of sheer bliss, where its body is nourished on tranquility and love as opposed to food and water.   

"Yoga Mythology" refers to all religions as mythology, including Jainism, Buddhism, Hinduism, and Christian Mythology. 

Do you think you're not living in some sort of mythology? Gradually we're living in a world of ideologies transmitted through our educational, intuitional and social media outlets constructed on a day-to-day basis. (Devdutt Pattanaik / Matthew Rulli)

God, nor justice is a universal concept. Fact is everybody's truth based on measurable evidence. Fiction is nobody's truth based on fantasy, yet myth is somebody's truth and establishes a cultures word views.   

"Yoga Mythology" doesn't condemn any religion, it simply points out their philosophy's. Hinduism is the only major religion that has many books, and many gods, 330 million to be precise. Christianity has the Bible and the "Book of Mormon" while books on Hinduism would fill one shelf in every library in America. 

The Hindu view of god has more to do with the evolution of the mind rather than the rules.   

Tapasya is a Hindu word, and it means to churn the fires of our minds and burn the knots out of our brains. I so loved reading "Yoga Mythology." My Sister Linda gave my this book, and its words are teachers and transmitters of living knowledge. 

"Yoga Mythology" details many yoga poses, but its words did it for me. Without goddess, there cannot be god. Learn to dance with a lady, rather than seek to control her. This 2019 book is mostly about Hinduism with occasional detours into Buddhism, Jainism and Christianity while fueling the flames of the mind. 

Humans have been around for about a million years, and the written word has only been popular for about 2,300 years. "Yoga Mythology" also details the sensory control needed for true yoga, to have complete control of the restless mind, a patience I'll never have, nor the desire to be honest, but this book was a marvelous mind journey. 

Yoga is a psychic unity for truth and exquisite beauty, a gateway to combating the demons of ignorance and imagined memories and releasing the mind into its pristine state.  Hinduism is a spiritual reality without rules, nor judgements, only karma to dictate one's fate in eternity. 

Fantastic theories on the body and soul, and if you're really interested, read page 197 in this book. 

Four and a half stars easy for "Yoga Mythology," and thanks again Linda for giving me this book. 

Mark Izzy Schurr

Between the Devil and the Dead

To pierce the veils of time and penetrate the void while basking in a world of imagination, where love and laughter are currency and our bodies are nourished on tranquility and peace. (Silver Surfer comic book / myself)

Hell's time is hard to measure. The black wheels of time inside the Devils head is a cosmic extravaganza of ego, sanity, heaven and hell and everything else in between. Light beer, Trumpism, wars and child suffering are proof of an existing evil entity, both physical and formless. ("Silver Surfer Devils Reign" / myself) 

Unlike most other souls, the Devil's spirit has no place to go. Heaven is denied him and his own off spring has barred him from ever returning to hell. (Silver Surfer Devils Reign")

What is the dream, and who is the dreamer? My words fall on empty air, alone in my thoughts and fascinations. The beckoning call of imagination is a glistening study of grace and skill. (Silver Surfer comic book / myself)

Furrow into the uncharted depths of some adorable god. How much longer am I to endure a fate I cannot comprehend? ("Silver Surfer Origins" / Devdutt Pattanaik, "Yoga Mythology")                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Eventually the soul moves on into the boring and decadent light or the enticing and all consuming darkness, Mephisto said. Mephisto is the devil in the "Silver Surfer Between the Devil and the Dead!" written by J.M. Dematteis and Tom Defalco. 

    

I am alone upon this hostile world, forsaken, I crest the waves of infinity amidst this lunatic sphere called Earth, but time is long and fate is fickle, and my destiny still lies before me, and where it beckons, there shall soar the Silver Surfer. ("Silver Surfer Origins")

Mark Izzy Schurr 

 

Free Minds

Within works gilded cage, I am nothing, an invisible entity with no sense of purpose or worth. outside these cages, I'm a sagacious ball of wisdom basking in the eternal winds of jubilation.

Away from the laughless lands of work, I can smile and be happy, and it's shared.                                                                                            Picture is Bodega Bay, Schurr Shot in March.                                                                                     Mark Izzy Schurr