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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: “…Go Ahead, I’m Listening…”

Posted in Uncategorized on April 22, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Chapter Sixteen, Part I

After everyone laughed and shook their heads in amusement at Chiana’s bold and direct remarks Jed began:

“You know, it’s not going to stay like this forever…this new economy/no economy…the find, make, barter or steal paradigm has turned out to be the most ruthless form of economic redistribution that has occurred in over a hundred years.”

“And lately it appears that there is a new natural ascendancy has occurred in small pockets all around the country.”

“Elliott, you and your fellow members of the Fourteenth Colony are one of those examples, but you in particular are a member of an even more elite group…”

Jed suddenly realized that he was speaking directly to Chiana, staring  deeply into her eyes…just about the same time that everyone else, including Chiana and Elliott did.

“And what group would that be, Jed?”  Chiana chuckled slightly and blushed as she shook her head.

“Well, that would be…(Jed dramatically exaggerated each word as he spoke directly to Chiana until he suddenly whirled to face Elliott to say…) “…one of those extremely rare individuals who possess something that either many people want, or a select few want who have the means to make it worth your while to give them what they want.”

“Like what?”

“Well, one of your distilled spirits in particular.”

“Which one?”

“Your tequila.”


“Yeah, really…and by the way…what do you call it?”


“No, really; what do you call it?”

“You mean like a brand-name?”

“Yeah…I mean, it sounds like you have nick-names for all your other hootch…like ‘Old Brown Stuff’, ‘Tropic Thunder,’ ‘Tangerine Dream,’  ‘John Barleycorn’…”

“Well, I never sold any of it before…back when I was just craft distilling, and now all I do is barter it if anybody asks for it or I can’t find anything else to trade for something I want.”

“Well you traded some it to someone who gave it a name.”

“Are you serious? What name?”

“Blue Agave Moon…great fuckin’ name!”

“No shit…”

“You know…even though I never liked to speak about it directly to anyone, that is what I have called it, but only maybe once or twice in passing to a guy who got me enough sheet copper to make two fifty-gallon alembic still pots. I just made the name up out of nowhere, based on the word-play  between Once in a Blue Moon, Blue Agave, and ‘Moon’ for Moonshine.”

“I had to give him thirty gallons of barrel-proof, which is one hundred and sixty proof…the equivalent of sixty gallons of eighty-proof tequila. Biggest trade I ever did…took months to make that much from three seven-gallon carboys of fermented wash at a time, but I really needed the copper, and everyone said he was my ‘go-to’ guy.  (Elliott)

“Well guess what?…that guy used to be my mentor. I helped him out of a couple of nasty…uh…situations, and when I saw what he was doing and how he was doing it, I decided to convince him that he needed me around all the time, and in the process we became friends and he not only decided to take me under his wing and teach me the business, but he also still believes to this day that it was his idea in the first place.”

“You were pretty cagey about covering up your tracks after he got you the copper. He had hoped to put you on his payroll to make lots of Blue Agave Moon for him.”

“It wasn’t until about a week ago that I realized who it was he had sent me out to find…not all at once, like some kind of mission, but any time I went  anywhere to get anything, he would remind me to keep an eye out for ‘that guy who made that Blue Agave Moon’.”  (Jed)

 “Hey, you know that it’s a blue moon tomorrow night?” (Elliott)


“And it’s also a blood moon…and Samhain…”

“So what does that mean?”

“…Don’t have a clue, but Chiana does…she says it’s big Mojo.”


Chazz Vincent



The Buddha Speaks

Posted in Uncategorized on March 15, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

Indeed…Lou’s site is a welcome source of Love and Wisdom, and I wanted to share this today. Please go see for yourself.
Chazz Vincent

Zen Flash

Never think that I believe I should set out a “system of teaching” to help people to understand the path. Never cherish such a thought. What I proclaim is the truth as I have discovered it, and a “system of teaching” has no meaning because the truth can’t be cut up into pieces and arranged in a system.

***The Diamond Sutra

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: What is missing right now?

Posted in Uncategorized on January 28, 2017 by dreamlanddancing


Chapter Nine

No matter how good they may be at making what they needed by improvising and adapting, there were a few items that, as raw materials, could not be recycled or rebuilt into what was needed.

Most of the metals that were needed could be reformed into whatever configuration desired from existing items except for copper sheets, tubing and wire.

Although blacksmithing and casting could be accomplished by burning wood, cutting, brazing, and welding required oxygen, acetylene, and helium. There was no way to avoid their dependence upon these gases, and they could not be easily produced or extracted from their environment.

Silver and brass used for brazing and soldering were plentiful enough to be easily obtained by barter, especially since silver was no longer of much worth as a monetary commodity.

Welding rods and wire for MIG welding are very specialized and not easily produced; as such, they were essential commodities that relied upon whatever existing stock was available through barter.

Similarly, fiberglass cloth, polymer resin and its catalyst allowed them to fabricate anything from boats to tubs, vats, and basins as well as to repair or weatherproof whatever was needed.

It was not long before the members of The Colony began to realize that jointly, they were capable of enjoying a certain rustic opulence in their daily lives; all of their necessities and many of their indulgences were easily produced and maintained by the members who were already skilled tradesmen, or at least competent home craftsmen.

Once hot and cold running water, electricity, air conditioning and refrigeration could no longer be taken for granted, it became much more easy to get in touch with a sense of gratitude and satisfaction for the way they carried out their activities of daily living.

Anyone who desired it could bring clean running water into their home. It would be their responsibility to tap its main line and install the connection to their domicile. And in the spirit of an old-fashioned barn raising, there was almost no end to the assistance offered by their neighbors when needed.

Solar heating is so easy to harness that no one did without it. Long periods of overcast skies are not the rule in Florida, but electric backup was also easily accomplished.

A common area, much like a clubhouse in an apartment complex was built for town hall meetings, in which everyone participated, as well as for celebrations and informal meetings. Once you were inside, the carpentry and decorative woodworking as well as the general decor were impeccable and quite luxurious enough that it was easy to forget that the rest of the world was still trying to survive what had nearly become the End of Days.

They even built a pool that utilized the plentiful water from a farm pond they had dug to recycle grey water which was filtered and kept flowing and utilized natural means to stay clean and not dependent upon chlorine for disinfection.

It was not much different from swimming in the pond, but it was much safer because it was easier to control the environment, especially at night, when it was lit by solar-powered lights that charged in the daytime.

Several years before, Elliot and a few of his colleagues began transporting commercial freight containers to their camp for the purpose of modular housing units that were easily linked and sturdy enough to withstand hurricane-force winds (or even bullets).

Several of them were used as work areas for machining, hand loading  ammunition, or laboratory areas, including fermentation and distilling.

Once they were finished inside, including windows with steel shutters, they were remarkably beautiful; there was a certain kind of calm that was evident within because they could shut out almost all external noise, much like a bank vault.

Whenever they could locate additional containerized freight modules, they either appropriated or bartered for them. One of the members was a heavy equipment operator who used a low-boy trailer to move his bulldozer, a back-hoe and a front-end loader to the camp, and when needed, it could be pressed into service to move anything bulky and heavy.

Locating non-renewable supplies or items like the freight containers, the welding gases or the fiberglass supplies involved a certain degree of risk that could not be avoided. The chose not to disclose their location to almost everyone, preferring to do all barter transactions off-premises.

No one could be completely trusted, and all business involved heavily armed back-up that lent a decidedly sinister atmosphere to the transactions, considering the fact that without civil courts and endless lawsuits, and no court of appeals, if you could not protect what you owned you would probably loose it; however the adage “you can steal way more money with a briefcase than you ever can with a gun” no longer applied, and in the absence of attorneys,  all business was considerably more straightforward, honest and direct.

In a surprisingly short period of time, those who were self-reliant enough to survive the initial collapse of the world’s infrastructure adapted to a barter economy. It was decidedly not the most efficient way to do business because it often involved trading something you had or a service you could perform for something you might not necessarily need, but which you could trade to someone else who had what you needed.

In that respect, money was essentially a shorthand way to measure one’s wealth, or to convert it into something you needed, but in the absence of a common form of currency it required a great deal more ingenuity and old-fashioned horse-trading.

In colonial times, whiskey was known as the “currency of the realm.” George Washington owned one of the largest stills in North America at the time.

Elliott and the other members of the Fourteenth Colony were now producing large amounts of ethanol and methanol to not only trade as a fuel source, but his whiskey, rum, vodka and tequila were rapidly gaining a reputation and demand that kept them constantly busy building larger production facilities.

They were smart enough to realize that as long as the demand outstripped their ability to produce, their buying power was maximized to a point where there was no need to do without much of anything that they wanted or needed.

They were rapidly approaching a point where they were considering using a third party to distribute and trade their product for whatever they needed, allowing someone else to take on the risk involved and still make a living for themselves based on the value of their services.

The problem was that unless one of them was up to the task of distributing and bartering their product, they would have to find someone else to do it for them.

Someone who already had developed established trade relations with others who traded items thy did not have.

Someone who could be trusted, or at least controlled and supervised, and no one they knew fit that category at present.

Zero-Day Quantum

Posted in Uncategorized on January 17, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

As the bone of space passes through
emptiness as thick as molasses,
I ride the three hundred mile per hour train called Time;
it rushes toward
a future
that never arrives,
from a past
that is only an echo
of the present.
the train,
the present moment,
all is stillness;
only my mind is moving.

In scale,
the space between the particles
in an atom
are as empty
as the spaces
between the planets
revolving around
even larger spaces
around stars
that whirl through
galaxies just as empty
in a universe
made almost entirely
out of empty space.
And Gravity,
as a product
of Mass,
keeps everything
from flying away
the same way that
the Boson Field
atomic particles

Form is Emptiness
Emptiness is Form.

It is all too apparent
that nothing lasts
while experiencing the first kiss
of True Love,
or Wealth,
or beauty,
or Youth,
or gratuitous Infamy
when our star burns brightest;
so bright others stand in line
to bask in our brilliance
like a sunset in Paradise.
Once they are gone
it is easy then to grasp
that no matter how good,
they will not last.

But sitting
in a doctor’s office,
waiting to hear the fate
of your Eternal Beloved,
or waiting for her return
when she goes
“to visit a sick friend…”,
or awaiting forgiveness
for unforgivable deeds
or lying in bed
writhing in pain,
it seems
as if
they will never end…
until they do,
they always do.

All is Illusion
All is Folly
All is Impermanence.

as created by
the mind,
does not exist
except as a
theoretical construct
that obfuscates
the present moment
so elusive
we create
The Past
to vainly attempt
to hold it
like a songbird
in a cage;
yet it is always here
because it neither leaves
nor arrives;
that is in fact
the only reality
in the entire universe.

We are so pathetically
with our own death
that we forget to live.
It is only the ego
created by our mind
that causes this suffering
because we think
our essntial life force
will stop when we die
because we can’t remember
what happened before;
because we wish
we could come back
in one whole cohesive
that we will recognize
as ourselves…
because of our egos
that are created
by our minds.

We see ourselves as separate
from everyone and everything else.
We have no faith
in The Law of Conservation
of Mass and Energy,
so we invent a God
in our own image.
a Heaven for later
so we won’t mind
if we throw this life away.

How long
do you want
to continue
hurting yourself?
When will you stop?
How about Now?

….Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei …

Chazz Vincent

Why I suffer

Posted in Uncategorized on January 16, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

It is because of impermanence
that we suffer.
We expect that happy things stay
and bad things go.
But you can’t get your heart broken
unless you fall in love.
You will only mourn your lost youth
if you wasted it
by not living now.
All our friends will die
our pets will die
All our lovers will die.
Our children will die.
No death…?
No suffering…?
Would you give up Love
just to feel no pain?
Would you never take chances
just to avoid calamity?

The Circle of Life
that one must take life
to sustain one’s own.
Fish eat other fish.
Cows eat grass.
Birds eat worms,
and one day
worms will eat us.
Respect the life you take,
as well as the connections
you form
as you do.

I like to feel hungry
I like to eat.
I like to get thirsty
because I like to drink.
I like to feel loneliness;
it makes me
appreciate companionship
as well as solitude.
I like to feel
unbridled Lust,
fueled by
the searing pain
of emptiness
because I know
the only way
I can apperciate it
is if I know
The pain of lost love
only exists
after one has felt
The Crush of
as new as
spring grass
after the rain.

I learned to call myself
The Eternal Singer of
Torch Songs
just to try to find a way
to channel all the energy
generated by
all the lost loves of my life.
Like it or not,
we are all connected.
Sometimes it seems
as ethereal
as a wift
of the perfume
of a lost love
that continues to haunt me
years later,
coming our of nowhere
into the Now Here.
At other times,
a phantom
that haunts every breath I take
as it steps upon my shadow
while the Earth bleeds
with each step I take.

Desire follows all suffering.
As we joyously pursue
our desires,
we must learn to be
what we wish for
and prepared
to embrace
the suffering that will follow
as we move on
through this life
here and now.
Joy will come to us
just long enough
to hurt us when it goes.
There is no escape.
Only this.
Just this.
This is why
I suffer.
This is why I smile.

Some day
there will be no more suffering;
My mind will stop chattering
and I will hear only
The Music
of the Clear Mind.
The Music of
Mu Shin.

Even Now
the briefest moments
one measure
of the
Symphony of Eternity.
For Now,
I still smile
as I suffer.

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

Chazz Vincent

Yet Another Page

Posted in Uncategorized on December 24, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

I have just now put all of my assembled poetry onto a separate page accessible from the “About” page.

It is entitled “Songs of Love from the Bottom of the Ocean, Within the Asylum, or Inside the Armory.”

It is something of a rough draft, and a few entries may yet be eliminated, but I thought I would put it out there while I am still working on it.

Most of it was written over the last four years except for “Spring Dream” and “What Have You Done with My Goddess?”.

I plan on assembling my collected essays on yet another page sometime in the future.

Otherwise, I have been told it is not very easy to access some posts from the archives; I have found it difficult myself, since I do not necessarily know when I may have posted a particular item.


Chazz Vincent




Morning Revelation

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Observations of a Recovering Buddhist, Uncategorized on December 24, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

How can this be?

I am looking at a drawer filled with about fifty-three unmatchable   black socks; some are more black, or more blue, or more grey/gray(?); no ribs, ribs that don’t match each other; high-tops, low-tops no tops; over the calf, below the calf.

All black.

All just slightly different enough for me to notice.

Where did they all come from?

Where did their mates go?

Is this some portent of what my life has become?…a series of flawed choices born of imperfect alternatives?

Despite this daily conundrum, I make the best choice I can, fearing that everyone will notice the source of my secret shame the minute I enter the room, only to arrive at work, and while crossing the parking lot to discover I am walking behind a woman who has unknowingly tucked the back of her dress into the top of her pantyhose.

Fortunately I know her well enough to avert her eventual humiliation and even try to dispel her embarrassment by showing her my mis-matched socks.

And at that moment I thought, naked or clothed most of us are too busy and preoccupied with our own real and imagined flaws to notice anyone else’s, and those who would call attention to our own faux-pas are only trying to divert attention away from theirs.

And if they did, I would have retaliated with a scathing critique of something I already knew they believed they were hiding from everyone else who already knew, deceiving only themselves in believing their subterfuge had worked.

(Somewhere within me I had developed a talent for noticing such things in case “I needed them later”, and it was quite liberating to give up that addiction.)

BTW: It’s the same mentality that provokes an entire nation’s government to stockpile enough nuclear and biological weapons to destroy the entire world seven times, monitor every electronic word or internet access we make and generally wipe their asses with the first amendment in the name of protecting our Freedom.

I don’t hate the government…but sometimes I think they are trying to take over the country…and if that statement doesn’t strike you as being tragically and ironically funny, I suggest you look up the phrase “…for and by the will of the people…”.

It’s contagious if you fall into that trap, but we have only ourselves to blame if we do.

Otherwise, who will protect us from our protectors? But ah!..I do digress!

The entire universe is a reflection of our own minds’ inventions.

You have the choice to put it all down.

Somehow, I had created those socks in order to force myself to notice something I already knew but refused to acknowledge.

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

(Goodbye Master of Dispair)

Chazz Vincent


PS: Almost every faith, race, or belief system on the planet celebrates any number of holidays over the course of this month and the next; wouldn’t it be great if for just sixty days we didn’t use our beliefs as an excuse to destroy or impugn everyone else’s?

“When you impugn, you hazard repugnant pugnacity.”

“…nemo me impune lacessit…”

(…and vice-versa…)

Sayonara y’all!


What’s in Your Wallet?

Posted in Uncategorized on December 21, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

Your Time

your Energy

and your Love

are the Currency of your Life.

Chazz Vincent

My Favorite Buddhist Joke

Posted in Uncategorized on December 20, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

(More observations of a recovering Buddhist)

I first heard this many years ago. It was funny then for an entirely different reason.

A man decides he wants to become a Zen Buddhist monk, so he goes off to devote his life to the pursuit of Buddhism.

He is interviewed for several hours by all the monks in the monastery, who tell him they will decide amongst themselves and for him to wait outside for their decision.

They finally call him in and tell him they admire his devotion and dedication, but they think it would be best if he went back into the world to get a life to give up.




How to Breathe Underwater

Posted in Uncategorized on December 19, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

(This is a re-blog I found while assembling my collected poems that deserved a second reading)

You were perched on your rock

when I came upon you,

ready to dive

into the water,


in the late mid-morning.

The sun had evaporated the morning dew

and the air was heavy with the vapor.

You tried to cover your nakedness

at first

but I was not the kind of gentleman to look away

once I had already recognized you first.

You seemed to sense that it was I

and your shoulders drooped

as your hands fell away

from your tender parts

with a soft, sweet sigh

and you smiled that smile

I hadn’t seen

in too many lifetimes to recall.

We later named that rock Reality.

I hadn’t planned on seeing anyone there

that day.

I thought it was my special place


You blushed and giggled

as you looked over your shoulder,

then winked

and dove right under.

I stripped and followed you right in.

I found you waiting for me there

very deep in the pond,

halfway to the bottom

where the water was still clear

and the sun shone down

illuminating us both,

our eyes open wide and

your smile so broad…

When we touched,

we kissed for so long

that you started to gasp

and struggle

to reach the surface,

clearly panicked…

afraid for your life.

I smiled and said

“What’s your hurry, my dear?”

“This is our dream you know…”

“Only a dream?”

you asked, almost tearfully.

“It’s all a dream of a dream

within a dream…

Now breathe in

and realize your true power.

After this we can fly

like Peter and Wendy

as naked as jaybirds

until we are dry…”

“…But only a dream?”

you repeated again,

and this time I really thought you would cry.

“What do you mean

only a dream?

Reality is for people who can’t handle


“You can live in fear

of what might happen

and chances are

nothing will.”

“Nothing at all…”


Swim with me.

Dream we are dolphins

until you learn to dream

of breathing underwater.

Fly with me.

Do not be afraid.

It isn’t the fall that hurts

it’s the sudden stop

at the end of the dream

we never want to end.

Stand on the edge of the volcano,

or swing on the swing

 at the end of the world

with me.

We can jump

or fly away as we choose.

We can do the Ghost Dance together in Dreamland

until the detonation

sweeps us all away.

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