I'm loving it. (Part two--a note and then,)

In June I wrote myself a note:


EASY
(TRUE)
YES
THANK YOU

too blessed to stress
lol whatever
the secret (catalogue)
realness
regionalism---jersey shore youtube



I have been listening, bit by bit, to an audio-recording of self-help blockbuster (film then book and Oprah-show episode chainlet), The Secret. It isn’t a book on tape really, but a teleplay with ambient sound and endless actors, hosted/drawn out by soupy Aussie (ooof), Rhonda Byrne, its “author”....bank teller, sales executive, social worker.
I play it on my iPod for fifteen or twenty minutes at a time, train rides, generally the evening rush. It's the primer for a Universe-worshiping cult in which one is led to believe that, through The Law of Attraction, The Universe brings our desired objects/states/projections to our doorstep. Like, if we run around imagining that we have already received everything we want (vibrating on the frequency of satisfaction and "receiving"), then we will actually receive everything we want. Successful implementation of The Secret requires multiple simultaneous delusions, then--like, in order to receive wealth (several hundred million dollars?), I must pretend (and believe) I am already wealthy (even as I schlep to and from the Stop&Shop on Flatbush and Tilden, or get a load of my paychecks, recognize that I can't afford such and such on the wine list or super-hot luggage or a race horse or...).
An example given early on has impressed me very much: one is meant to "order" what one desires from the Universe just as one would order items from a catalogue: choosing, calling and placing the order, waiting for items to arrive, all the while certain (casually certain...unthinking and undoubting) that the items will arrive.
All of this really jibes with my olde misappropriation of Adorno---"To be pleased means to say YES"---which was meant as invective about Capitalist piiig softness (because socialists say "NO" to pleasure?), but has come down to me as a mantra for shopping and eating and looking and running around (everything). When keeping with the mantra, I keep my distinctly American (Capitalist) brand of hope and "dumb" (and easy? lazy? blessed?)-----vibrating on the frequency of "receiving." ("All I do is win win win no matter what.")

As per the notes:
(TRUE)
THANK YOU
realness regionalism---jersey shore youtube
Thanksgiving is the final element of Secret-ish reception, a loop of gratefulness aids in reaching "heightened frequencies." One cannot imagine oneself into this sublime state of having and arriving without a kind of sweet-faced, beatific recognition of "blessedness," ones own lack of effort, the wonders of The Universe, what...and, to me (to me), politeness is next to godliness.
The parenthetical "(TRUE)" is tricky, that's why it's in the in-between, in parentheses. I'm still sort of wary of calling a thing "true." It's clearly not forbidden and hideous like calling a thing "pure" (ick---ethnic cleansing, germ phobia). I mean, I called a ring "true" a few months ago, and it sounded right. The ring was "true." Fear of espousing truth lies in the severe secularism of the ART and IDEAS I came up with, or not always the ART and IDEAS so much as their passing interpretation. Lately, I find secularism (or its severest forms) are lifting. Religion is happening again. Artists are lazy mystics, and critics are furious about it, but we're having such a good time. And the continual doubt, the rationalizing and intellectualizing of this and that (while still clearly part of our [my] make-up) is exhausting, to let go of a few pieces, allow some loose ends, mystery, even non-caring (Jesus take the wheel and all that) is such a *pleasure*.
I find that I am outlining a kind of American view---"I'm loving it." YES THANKS ME YOU THIS HAS ALL BEEN SO BRIGHT AND EASY---around and about things and luck. This is like the self-created, self-concerning version of Brand celebration, rah-rah and commodified convenience and commercials; advertisement is (rarely now, because, as an industry, its overrun with cardboard putzes) a poetics of the American view.
..."Realness" and regionalism are at the heart of my interest in those Coors commercials of the last part (and Jersey Shore and Youtube), but that seems like the meat of the next part to me.....so, till then (probs tomorrow) xoxo...