Playing Live 1/11/2025, Perks Coffee ☕ Apple Valley 11a til 1pm – Damien Riley is a Creator of music, books, and a podcast titled But I Digress. This show runs about twice a week on most modern podcast platforms. He blogs multiple times a day from his accomplished delightful free homepage powered by WordPress, "The Loft" at RileyOnFilm.com (NEW! standup comedy by Dame is now available)
Morning portrait of the author before teaching College Career and Pathways classes in the HD
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It’s all in the can man, ready to go. I can’t wait babe. This is a huge milestone for me and my music. I feel like an 8-year-old kid standing in line to see Star Wars for the 22nd time, for the first time, which I did at the Chrisanta Twin in Theater, Mission Viejo […]
I had a lot going on that day, I appreciate your understanding and “getting” that.
With no one to vent to, sometimes you get the buildup, its just your proximity to me babe.
Even though I know the news is created to inflame me about Trump, I still let it do its worst. That’s dumb of me. I’m sorry.
I feel like we don’t communicate so I inadvertently compensate for that sometimes by overcommunicating sometimes, which reveals my need to communicate but I’m sorry, I’ll find other venting avenues, like meditation.
Because of how I am, I need a schedule every hour, every day. When I don’t take the time, everybody is fair game and you happened to be there. I’m sorry. It’s a daily struggle sometimes.
That annoying blunder was totally my fault but I have taken steps to ensure it will not happen again, I’m sorry for any inconvenience it caused you.
I’m just sorry. That wasn’t the higher self I try to be. I’d love to have another chance.
I was drowning in a sea of “shoulds” when all I “should” do in my life is practice self-love.
I forgot that everything I need is within me.
I was on my “man period.” (Maybe not this last one but with the right audience, it will work).
From my veranda at the Loft. Apple Valley, California 09/07/2024 at 6pm
Early faith refers to the heavens as “up above” but the direction is relative. To a Chinaman, for example, these heavens I now see are are down below his feet and the dirt on the other side of the globe, etc. We are riding a spinning sphere. Paul and the gang didn’t know that yet.
Makes you wonder what else they elaborated on and explained imperfectly. And what we blindly accept as gospel truth today
In one of the gospels in scripture it says women should have their heads covered for the sake of Angels in our midst. That was explained to me by a relative authority at Calvary Chapel when I used to go there as referring to the prostitutes that had become Christians. Paul acknowledges they had the freedom “in Christ” to not cover their heads but he was telling them to cover their heads for the sake of the onlookers who had not yet been baptized, or converted you know.
It’s bad optics.
That’s what Angels actually means, according to the Pastor, so they don’t think Christianity is just a bunch of sluts and whores. Make sure Wonder what angels are anyway.
I’m never going to give up my illusion of my guardian angel because he’s me. To me this could be one of the early examples in scripture of religious folk giving a shit what other people think.
I almost got sucked into a full-on Christian call that’s been around for probably 40-50 years called the assembly. I was going to move into what’s called a shepherding home. Mostly cuz I was lonely. Good thing my dad alerted me to the weirdness of what they were talking about and I didn’t get into it.
I have reasons for my reticence about Christianity.
If interested why I feel I have earned the authority to think and write about Christianity, check out my spiritual resume, of sorts, I made for the angels in my midst.
Okay so confession time. This is something that’s been happening to me lately a lot. I’ve been meaning to write about it, because when I write about it I pay attention to it it’s just the life of a blogger you wouldn’t know, most likely.
One reason I’m glad I made it in music is cuz it’s going to pay for my teeth getting fixed when I finally settle down to it.
I’ll be missing my wallet say for example because lazy ass me didn’t put it in the drawer where it belongs. So I jump to Alzheimer’s suspicion. Then I jump to child suspicion: child stole it suspicion. And this doesn’t just happen at home this happens everywhere I go if I’m missing something I go right to blaming someone and every time I find it.
Let me repeat that: every time I feel paranoia that someone stole my s*** I find it.
So the next time I can’t find something I’m going to sit down and meditate or I’m going to forget the f*** about it because it’s going to turn up and I’m going to stop the paranoia the judging and the blaming. ✌️
On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here. The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.
