Mayan moon goddess, Ix Chel; all due credits to http://cedarmesa.blogspot.com/ No, but, seriously, folks, I love this Native American blog, and its links warrant checking out further: with an extraordinary number of Meso-American power animals (and past lives?), I can hardly fail to do otherwise... First you find yourself in the stillness of the South Western desert (one main area of the US I would love to visit!) with its sublimely mystic adobe constructions, then you find an image of the above Moon Goddess Ix Chel sitting on a crescent moon, cuddling, of all things, a rabbit... I cannot praise this blog highly enough, and will definitely be adding it to my blogrolling favs! Listen to some beautiful Native American music here http://cedarmesa.com/newfire/heart_of_the_sky.html the closest I can yet come to audioblogging! ;-))

And last but not least, the link to Crowley's Green Goddess: scroll down, if you dare! http://www.oxygenee.com/absintheFAQ3.html

don't we all remember Tom the Street and World Poet from somewhere?

All due credit to http://lamamapix2.blogspot.com :-))

here again, the two best-looking and most intelligent guys on TV!  

Weird news from Canada, and other places

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/WeirdNews/2005/03/30/976892-sun.html

And criminal mastermind of the day: http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/metro/20050330-9999-7m30misty.html

And the world's oldest spider monkey just died, in Japan: a minute's silence, please, for Buenos, in Japan http://www.asahi.com/english/Herald-asahi/TKY200503290157.html

All due credits to Dave Barry's blog http://weblog.herald.com/column/davebarry/

Yikes.com! The eschaton immanentizes? http://www.asahi.com/english/Herald-asahi/TKY200503310149.html

And right in our own backyard, a fascinating dramatic study of the historical repression of intelligent, creative and passionate women http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com/2005/03/yellow-wallpaper.html

David Duchovny with his director's cap on!  

http://lionsgatedirectors.com/duchovny/index_flash.html

Hey, here you see my first celebrity AND audioblog, so excuse me if I gush a little: David Duchovny's voice coming right at ya (I so want to learn how to do that now!). But I probably won't sound as good as he does, because he has the sexiest male voice, imho, since Leonard Cohen... When do we down under get to see this "funny tragic urban fairy tale" about angels, speaking to us "in tongues", let alone the dreaded and infamous French class scene, which some reckon the best scene in the movie, although David as director has his doubts, as you will hear... ;-))

Really, really funny real-life questions about Australia ;-))

>Saw this on another group and thought a few of you might appreciate it. I can only hope that this really DID appear on an Australian tourism website. I'd like to think of it as your Dumbass Prevention System.*sigh* Now, if only we could get something similar implemented over here, there might be fewer stupid questions from the US on the list. ;) - Bridgett

"These are from potential visitors. They were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a snide sense of humor.

Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK).
A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.

Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)
A: Depends how much you've been drinking.

Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water.

Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Australia? (Sweden)
A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.

Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)
A: What did your last slave die of?

Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.

Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.

Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.

Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.

Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)
A: You are a British politician, right?

Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)
A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers. Milk is illegal.

Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)
A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets, especially The Taipans.

Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)
A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking."

lmao! Talk about ask some silly questions...! How much can a koala bear? *sides aching from laughing* Mind you, Australians do have the best sense of humor in the world, I think I can safely boast? I couldn't find my reading glasses this morning: thought a cronopio must have come in during the night and stolen them; then I found them, on the washing-up rack: the cronopio thought they needed hanging out to dry? *wonder what the news flash about the immanentization of the eschaton contained... for real!*
But the cronopios for one thing sure seem more active, and restless (never mind the Drop Bears, lol! Q. How can you tell the difference between Australia and Argentina? A. We have Drop Bears and they have cronopios; don't cry for me, Marge-and-Tina! But our Drop Bears sadly seem endangered, because they can't seem to find enough of their select type of eucalyptus leaves any more, on which they like to get stoned, hence their sleepy, heavy-lidded expressions, whereas the cronopios seem to amount to plague or epidemic proportions)... "I see movement at the station, for the cronopios have got out..." Someone translate that into Spanish and get this blog rolling! Or on the other hand, someone just shoot me? Don't you hate the morning after a "green fairy" night? Maybe the cronopios take over where the rabbit of the apocalypse left off, in the grand scheme of things ('Aeon', according to the wyrd_crossings Gestalt glossary), but at least the internal servitors seem to be behaving themselves today, and not like the gremlins of yesterday. So it does pay to be kind to your internal servitors, and feed them a hint of cached cookie once in a while, not to mention a little sip of the green fairy now and then, on special occasions... Oh, and btw, snowstone had a pretty cool theory about the white rabbit in the Matrix. *wonder if all these cryptic references will attract some strange traffic to my blog, i.e. make it a 'strange attractor', in the chaos theory sense?*

Virgo rising:
I find myself in a period where relationships have their ups and downs. My reactions to people must become steady and rational. Self-examination will show that powerful triggers tend to make me behave strangely... Behave strangely? Moi? ;-))

cronopio pic (Julio Cortazar) for real?

But I still want to know whether it signifies a flower or some kind of Argentinian insect, for real! lol

And as for Bat: "When she was in 4th grade, her teacher gave her a bad grade in Art because he said she had too much imagination." What the bat hell does that mean?

And you gotta love this one http://www.sepulchritude.com/suffer/ Suffering as seriously hip? The lighter side of dark? lol

Speaking of 'healthy', don't you love old adverts advertising 'healthful' products? lol

Le Poète religieux
De l'étrange absinthe se soûle,
Aspirant, - jusqu'à ce qu'il roule,
Le geste fou, la tête aux cieux,
- Le vin que l'on boit par les yeux!

-Albert Giraud, Ivresse de Lune

Now, what happened to that link to Aleister Crowley's "The Green Goddess"? (Tibetan Buddhists, eat your hearts out! With apologies to the bodhisattva Tara, for sure!)

Actually, my introduction to wormwood took the form of smoking, not drinking: a pleasant, herbal buzz, comparable to a mild marijuana (oxymoron?). But Craig, dope smoker extraordinaire, found himself sufficiently intrigued to immortalize his taste on his answering machine, lol!

Little known factoid of the day: In the final year of his life, George Washington used his pot stills to make 11,000 gallons of whiskey... What a guy! lol

For the best smut, porn, filth and decadence (with a French accent) on the net, go to http://www.sepulchritude.com/ I love it so much, and I would never have considered myself a pornaholic before! lol

Holy, cold, unfeeling, banker's heart, Batman, check this cool Bat blog! http://www.batcafe.com/batblog/

White Crystal World-Bridger/Death ;-))

Tickle.com and other online dating agencies (I dare not call them "services"!) suck big time, because, once they have conned you into compiling an in-depth profile with free registration, you find you cannot respond to potential matches because you are not a "Gold", i.e. credit-card-carrying member; so, rascallyden or UR2Ys4ME, if by some fluke of fate or synchronicity you stumble across this blog, I feel as frustrated as you by being unable to send you back more than a robotic "ice-breaker" (they probably think those messages came from a bot by now!). I notice at least UR2 has let his membership lapse, whether deliberately or not.
In the interests of clarity of communication and understanding, I also had to give Sister Rose a brief, potted version of my weekend crisis with my mum, in case they eventually catch up again at some big Presentation function/get-together: at least Sister Rose got the Reader’s Digest version from the horse’s mouth here first, before my mum feels compelled to spill her guts. Catholic orders can represent quite tight-knit, incestuous communities, as I well know, although I feel sure the "egregore" or "spirit" of the Presentation would differ considerably from that of the Carmelites. Clarity of communication and understanding seem almost "impossible dreams" or "missions impossible" with Mercury still retrograde, but at least Sister Rose seemed her usual understanding self, although also happy to exempt herself from the "dramas" yesterday, as officially enjoying her day off! lol
Also, in case Gene Brewer (or any other Vegan) sneaks another peek at this blog, I suspect that Veganism constitutes in effect a very subtle form of speciesism, in that, while it excuses other animals for eating meat, because they "have to", it subtly sets the human species apart by claiming that we "can choose". I would simply argue that different species, and indeed different individuals within species, have different metabolic needs. You can train your cat or dog to be Vegan, for example (whether they like it or not seems debatable), but I for one find it more energy-efficient to get the bulk of my energy from a small "package" of animal protein than attempting to bulk up on unsatisfying vegetable matter. Funny how we pick and choose what we want to take from books, eh? Gene obviously wanted to convert people to Veganism with K-PAX; what I got from it seems the joy of waking up one morning, and discovering that you no longer speak the same language as your so-called "family" (and perhaps never have!) lol
And last but definitely not least, a link to a really interesting and original blog http://www.snowstone.com/archives/cat_ideas.html: lots of metablogging, in the form of the "commandments", some of which I would want to dispute (such as not writing about your life), others of which I heartily affirm, such as linking back to people who have linked to you, cos the bloggers of the world must unite! And here endeth my personal manifesto, lol!
Tip for creative writers: the above blog also contains a link to a guide to good English usage http://www.bartleby.com/141/ which I could see becoming the "Bible" of any would-be creative writer, when in doubt! ;-))

Post-resurrection dramas of an art therapist/shamanic counsellor

Now I know the "inner meaning" of why I had to go through that whole "death-and-resurrection" paradigm on the weekend: as a counsellor and shaman, it makes you that much more empathic towards the anger, pain, suffering, fear (and whole yikes! negativity thingies) of others; in fact, as a "wounded healer", it makes you able to recognise and put names on these, as you also recognise them in your own experience...In fact, I have come to the conclusion that my absolute avoidance of my family represents a necessary self-protective strategy as an empath? (I feel absolutely too bombarded with their 'vibrations' to deal with them effectively ;-P And while I employ these empathic strategies, my son probably represents the Indigo generation, so I can respect that too, as needing its own freedoms ;-)) )
At Gawith Villa, in the absence of the official art therapist, who would normally cramp my style (so to speak), it all erupted over - would you believe? football, and the disastrous loss of Collingwood (sob!) to the Western Bulldogs (Nathan Buckley had better get his act and his 'hammie' together :-(( ). Sex, politics and religion: piece of cake! Football seems the last of the great taboos and button-pushers in this society... One client nearly lost it over this, and needed restraining from doing serious injury to another; however, after a little walk and settling down to her art (which she loves, thank heavens!) she began a real journey, through Impressionism (hints and tones of sun, sea, sky and earthy beach at Phillip Island, which she loves, and of which she has fond holiday memories: a real elemental mandala, in other words) and sailing into a sunrise-sky with aeroplane and black balloon, to ...would you believe? Expressionism, the polar opposite of Impressionism, interiorly rather than exteriorly focussed, with a painting done Rorschach-style in running ink, which formed into the image of a little fiery red devil, horns and all, and obviously encapsulated very well the anger she was still feeling: a little red fiery devil of anger, still "seeing red" indeed; she loved this idea, and also the idea of "getting it out there" (on the paper) rather than "keeping it in there" (bottled up inside herself)... If I had made a journey from Impressionism to Expressionism in two hours, and three pieces, I would have felt tired as well, even without fulfilling the role of midwife/facilitator! lol We both did "real good work", in more ways than one, this morning! :-))
And again, at Sacred Heart, this afternoon, more dramas erupted! I sat myself down with the targeted client, after offering her a cuppa as she liked it (she nearly choking to death on her upset), white with two sugars (quick and easy way of establishing rapport, and basic trust!); she did not get to finish her art work (also an angry "fire bird", btw), but she did get heard out, and talked herself back into some sort of normality, as she sat outside on the steps in mellow autumnal sunshine, and crocheted, and sipped her cuppa... The other one, in the meantime, targeting everyone in sight, got banned for three weeks, after which she will no doubt come back with an even bigger chip on her shoulder than ever, but which in the meantime gives everyone else a bit of breathing space, and a chance to get on with their art (including me!) lol

I find it so nice to see this picture lovingly, professionally framed and gone to a good home; I don't mind the 'blueness', because it makes her look even more like a mermaid (underwater)!  

one of my artworks that actually sold! 

Yellow Planetary Seed

falling...or ascending angels?

After getting enough sleep last night to take away the dark circles from under my eyes, I wonder if the visit of the rabbit of the apocalypse on Saturday has in fact liberated me from something that has burdened me all my life: could today really amount to "the first day of the rest of my life"? Approaching the half-century mark, one wishes for a "new birth", and not a fundamentalist one! lol The "foretaste of resurrection" which the rediscovery of Bjorn Erik's homepage and the posting of the crucifixion icon promised on Friday, heralded indeed a strange awakening as a newly freed person/ex-prisoner. Freedom has something to do with the freedom to write (and even one day think) in e-prime, although not all share this enthusiasm. Sebi for one does not understand its whys, let alone hows; lucky for him my fervor of the newly-converted proselyte cannot transmit itself virus-like, because of the nature of E-prime itself (virus-free English)! Finally, like St Paul, I get to put behind me "the childish ways" that have dogged me all the first half of my supposedly "adult" life. Now I dare proclaim myself existentially free to relate to others without angst, and without existential nausea (although the thought of the remaining chocolate still fills me with physical nausea! lol)! You want to come over and help me finish it, Sebi, if you feel peckish? lol

Btw, all the oracular indications (Secret Dakini Oracle last night, "Magic Carpet", and Mayan Oracle this morning, "Skywalker" and "Eagle") seem to answer the above question re the angels of the apocalypse above with a resounding: "ascending!" Even Raphael, the little chubby-cheeked guardian of the east and archangel of healing, now refuses to stay on my wall, so one could call him technically 'fallen', but I believe that that means he just wants to come down closer to me, on my altar! I promise one day to mend his broken wings properly, with Super Glue ;-))

Easter poem to balance Good Friday's bird poem:
"Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature.
"The red-winged blackbird flies in us, in our inner sight. We see the arc of her flight. We measure the ellipse. We predict its climax. It amazes us. It moves us. We fly. We watch her wings negotiate the wind, the substance of the air, its elements and the elements of those elements, and count those elements found in other beings, the sea urchin's sting, ink, this paper, our bones, the flesh of our tongues with which we make the sound 'blackbird', the ear with which we hear, the eye which travels the arc of her flight. And yet the blackbird does not fly in us but in somewhere else free of our minds, and now even free of our sight, flying in the path of her own will."
(with apologies to Susan Griffin)

Virgo rising:
Investigation would seem a strong theme for me today. I dig deep into complex information, or follow leads with no obvious conclusion ;-P

advert (not in e-prime) ;-)) 

Gestalt tapes playing in our heads? 

a stunning archetypal image of the personal pain I believe we all bear (not online, until now; from Witchcraft magazine, courtesy of Sebi's scanner) 

Blue Solar Night (translated into E-prime)

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And you still believe
And you know
You must go
Where the dream takes you
( Where your dream takes your heart )
Where your heart longs to be
Where the dream leads you (your dream leads you home)
Far as your heart can see
A world waits for you
Where the dream takes you
(where the dream takes you)
The faith to dream keeps
The dream alive
So you still believe
And you know you must go
Where the dream takes you
(Where your dream takes your heart)
Where your heart longs to be
A world waits for you
Where the dream takes you
Go where your heart must, or wills
And you may find
Somebody there
Someone to share your dream
When you finally find that place
You find all you need
Where the dream leads you
( Your dream leads you home )
Far as your heart can see
A world waits for you

"it seems-a not so bad
it seems-a nice-a place
ah, shaddap-a you face"
(Joe Dolce, biggest-selling Aussie single of all time)

The Angel

I dreamt a dream! what can it mean?
And I seem a maiden Queen,
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe... ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wip'd my tears away,
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings and fled;
Then the morn blush'd rosy red;
I dried my tears, and arm'd my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again:
I arm'd myself, he came in vain;
For the time of youth then fled,
I found grey hairs on my head

Who makes up these dumb meta-blogging rules, anyway? "You shouldn't show your blog to your mum?" (As if you shouldn't break rules, anyway! lol) My blog equates to me, or at least to a pretty vital extension of myself: Freud would say we "cathected", and therefore in a very intimate sense, "love me, love my blog". Mothers reckon they all love, and unconditionally love at that. Bull! With that much unconditional love in the world, the world would seem a much nicer place. Even Jesus had to dismiss his mum, with: "Woman, what have I to do with thee?" Any relationship that has to rest on a foundation of secrecy and hiding one's deepest truths does not deserve the effort. I have done a pretty good job of hiding my deepest truths from my mum since at least 13, it seems, because now, when my mum learns it, she finds it a shock. Her coldness, and occasional anger (what I basically learnt from her) show that her pretensions of "love" amounted in fact to assertions of power and control; when she realized she had no more power over me, she simply gave up the pretense. I made a last-ditch attempt at openness and honesty with her, to show her something of my life and blogging times, in fact, and, once again, she didn't want to know; she didn't even want to discuss it. Does no one wonder what drove me to the pseudo-suicide of emigration and actual attempted suicides in the first place? My mum just always wanted power over me; when she couldn't have power, she just didn't want to know.

Blue Solar Night

Infant Sorrow

My mother groan'd, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

Without knowing it, William Blake actually wrote the above poem in E-prime, as I intend to continue the rest of this blog! For the whys and hows of E-prime, or English-prime, see Su's amazing article:

E-PRIME AND CHAOS MAGIC

~ Or alternatively titled: OCTARINE LANGUAGE TO GO! (whatever "octarine" means) ;-P


“The false concept of ‘being’ acts as a word virus, scrambling our thoughts, for nothing consists of other than what it does. I think, therefore I think that I think, nothing more!”
-- Peter Carroll, PsyberMagick.


“E-Prime and Chaos Magic”: an article on the Whys and Hows of using E-Prime (English Prime) as a language medium for those operating in Chaos magic by Su Leybourn (Sor. Wile_e_Chaote), in the files at wyrd_crossings@yahoogroups.com (you may need to join the group to access it).


Electronic Retrieval:

Bourland, D. D, To Be Or Not To Be: E-Prime as a Tool for Critical Thinking, first published in “ETC: A Review of General Semantics”, Vol. 46, No. 3, Fall 1989
http://esgs.free.fr/uk/art/epr1.htm

E-Prime, from Wikipedia,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E-prime

Scorpio, D, E-Prime Tutorial,
http://www.angelfire.com/nd/danscorpio/ep2.html

Hilgartner, C. A, E-Prime and Linguistic Revision,
http://www.hilgart.org/papers_html/091S196.B07.html

Kellogg, E. W. III, Speaking in E-prime, first published in “ETC: A Review of General Semantics”, Vol. 44, No. 2 (Summer 1987)
http://66.102.7.104/search?q=cache:PWT2nKn1qzMJ:learn-gs.org/library/etc/44-2-kellogg.pdf+Kellogg+Speaking+in+E-prime&hl=en

Kellogg E. W. III and Bourland, D, D, Working with E-Prime
http://objectz.com/columnists/eandd/

Kenyon, R. E, E-prime: The Spirit and the Letter
http://www.xenodochy.org/gs/e-prime.html

Sapir-Whorf hypothesis, from Wikipedia,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sapir-Whorf_hypothesis

Wilson, R. A, Quantum Psychology,
http://www.rawilson.com/quantum.shtml

Wilson, R. A, Towards Understanding E-Prime
http://www.nobeliefs.com/eprime.htm

a party animal with more than a hint of yobbo! 

Heart of Atlantis 

To Tirzah

To Tirzah

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumèd with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The sexes sprung from shame and pride,
Blow'd in the morn; in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd death into sleep;
The sexes rose to work and weep.

Thou, Mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears;

Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,
And me to mortal life betray:
The death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

A Danish website supplies the perfect commentary? lol

http://www.kalliope.org/digt.pl?longdid=blake1999041333

White Galactic Wind: my other poetic contribution to Bjorn Erik's homepage!

A little poem about Weezer and the fire lesbians, by fiery wifey Claire.

Sometimes I do not know who I am
sometimes we do not know who we are
unless a little apology comes creeping out
to all the pretty lesbians,
whose pink triangles stain the sheets with innocence
turn our bodies translucent emerald
our eyes and hair translucent sapphire –
ssh! Enuf said, mystic
pink triangles on the streets
pink nipples, rosebud treats
pink swastikas on heat
in gold of fiery holocaust-apocalypse dawn
and mercy of Mother Mafsela flows

don’t forget that there are also little Irish emerald leprechaun lesbians
just as pretty and elfin as any other, and don’t forget
there are still pink rosebuds round the door
of that cosy summer cottage on the Isle of Wight (or Man),
if it’s not too dear for two little old pensioners
fast approaching the age of sixty-four…

Pussy cumquat, pussy velvet, where have you been, under ground?
I’ve been to Abbey Road, to visit the queen
George Harrison and all the other little
Alexander Beetles

Be careful as you cross the album-scene!
The zebra-crossings are paved with land-mines,
If you know what I mean…

For more of me poetry see http://www.geocities.com/nemisogg/mypoetry_index.html

Plot Summary for Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios (1988)
A woman's lover leaves her, and she tries to contact him to find out why he's left. She confronts his wife and son, who are as clueless as she. Meanwhile her girlfriend is afraid the police are looking for her because of her boyfriend's criminal activities. They talk to a female lawyer, who turns out to be the lover's new lover, and everyone's path keeps crossing each other's in a very complicated and confusing manner.

"From their own mouths, which had begun to disappear, they spat white slime that froze as human skin over their sculpted mass, and so they became a wholly new race on Aegina, a people who stood under the sign of the ants." - Christoph Ransmayr, The Last World ;-P

Jeinalem's puppy, from the Philippines, a younger version of Roberta's old dog, as seen in "galactically activated buddies"?  

Beware the killer tomato: it bites the hand that feeds it! (me and Sebi, btw, in case you were wondering!) ;-)) 

where Easter eggs come from; the rabbit of the Apocalypse? lol 

Caroline Quentin, Blue Murder 

Forgotten poetry ramblings, resurrected from the depths of Bjorn Erik's homepage

THE REMAINING SEVEN THUNDERS?


I know who I am.
(See how my handwriting reflects my gnosis,
just as you wrote it,
the capital I like a 7, at long, long last!)

I write like you,
as I always smoked like you,
and would only be able to drink
like you, if one day I no longer have
a shit driving-job,
that prevents that!

I know who I am,
The stones always
tell me that,
so often, that it can hardly be
by pure “chance” alone.

I know who I am.
and say it out loud,
with a strong Bergen accent,
because I hate
the Australian one around me, and nynorsk as well!

I know who I am.
I have always known
whom you are, but only now
do I also know in the clearest
possible way, whom I am, and I don’t think
it’s any “religious psychosis”!

I know who I am.
The stones proclaim it, even in
their muteness… now that the little spider
had to be sold:
I AM NOW LILITH!
Not that I was her,
but that I am her here and now
(I still have the ring,
if I am called upon
to prove it!)

I know who I am.
Lilith = the Magdalene,
who left everything, all her wealth,
just to be with the one she loved,
the one who loved to kiss her on her…
and they fit so well together, cock and cunt, like hand and glove,
that even now in separation
she remains
his only Cathar-Catholic church!

And I know who your mother is,
woe to the Pharisaical bitch, who stands like a dog
in the manger, and can’t eat the hay herself,
but won’t let the oxen eat either…

And she’ll be there in the end,
Like the old woman in “The Mental Traveller”,
at the end of this cycle,
still holding you in prison, me in exile, little friend!

I would have liked to be the one,
but who will win, who shall be victorious,
in the end? But she who laughs last,
and best…

The Accuser so wants to kill Lilith-Magdalene (what I have written,
I have written), and j’accuse
(in French) j’accuse
the pathogenic in us both…!

For she says it’s all my fault –
yes, it’s all my fault –
that we tried to escape Satan’s synagogue
for the land the Vikings called Muspelheim –
intolerably hot in summer…
Hell is a life completely ruined,
as they ruined both of ours by committing you in the first place –
for yes, my lik is as completely ruined as yours now…
when they put you away, they killed two birds with one stone, as it were.

I know who I am.
And I accuse the Accuser
in all of us,
for we are One
in the great mirror of reality (the great mystery),
and I cannot, dare not forgive…

Neither do I forgive
the Great Mother, the Satan, the bad mother
also in myself…
for I have been a bad mother,
and therefore a bad Satan, Goddess help me!

Enough of pseudo-schizophrenic words…
I go now to paint these words, these feelings in a picture,
in our book of shadows, that only became a Book of Shadows
long after this
crisis of suicidal despair…
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima Magickal culpa!
But if I can’t turn 90 with you,
I have no desire to turn 45 without you,
in this hell which is only one long dream
or memory of you, if it is anything…

Will I still make it to the material kingdom of heaven anyway,
even if I die (once again) by my own hand?
And what if the Pachad you say I am carrying
turns out only to be an iron ball, and not a baby after all,
like that in the belly of the blind queen,
who only pretended to be blind,
because she had married a king
who really was blind, and it would not be fitting
for the queen to be seeing when the king is blind…
Are we not in truth the blind leading the blind?

3/1/01; 9/1/02
PAST LIVES.

I
You were Gilgamesh
you were Enoch
you were one of the B’nai Elohim
you flew too high
you walked with God
and were no more

you are still as one of the B’nai Elohim
you should never have come back
to earth!

(but remember, I knew you
- both times!)

II

The first time you came down from the sky to me
this time I came down from the sky to you
(three times in fact!)

the first time you were tall, and fair, from the direction
of the North Pole, or Pole Star,
one of the Nephilim,
giant sons of the gods

and I was little, thin and dark
a little daughter of the earth
dark as “caffa”

but you loved my vagina
because it was so tight
for your giant prick
and wet
when you entered it…

that time also
God wanted to punish us
because we wanted to have children,
many children…

III

Now that I have written, what I have written
in both English and Norwegian
shall you now write something
in boustrophedon Hebrew?

IV

And later, when I was born
in another country
high in the Andes-mountains
I saw once again
the sons of the gods descend
from heaven –
at first sight
I thought they were you
maybe they were
your brothers

but they kept me company
while you (my grandfather,
that time) died
and left me all alone
except for your spirit
(and memories of many a box on the ear)
and the sons of the gods
high up in the mountains

V

Later when I held
the obsidian knife
as jaguar-priest (or priestess)
I did not know that the one I was offering
just in order to fulfil
the holy laws
was the one who would later
be called my father
and even before this life
he started to take revenge on me
by perverting my writings
to Nazi-propaganda
(as Elisabeth,
my bitch of a sister)

where were you,
that time?
Maybe also then
we ate hearts
and drank blood
together…
maybe you were
the knife itself? The obsidian mirror
Thus our story is becoming an epic
(no tragedy) –
now that the pieces of the puzzle
are falling into place,
“and this time,
it’s Biblical!”

but my first land
has never forgotten you either,
and still awaits your return
as Pacal Votan
(the wandering Odin?)
…shall we go to Mexico one day, to drink tequila?
The first time
God punished you
by not letting you
complete your project
of Babel’s tower…

and now he is punishing me
when you only write
in Babel’s tongues

13 Bat (8th August, 2001)

the magic finger moves, and having moved, moves on!  

self-explanatory 

Red Resonant Dragon, galactic activation portal, so-called 'good' Friday

Omg, Bjorn Erik's homepage still exists, so I have also posted this link on his blog. Warning: not for the faint-hearted or squeamish; contains (psychotic) material that may offend some viewers http://www.geocities.com/nemisogg/mafsela_index.html
This is not exactly the anniversary of that fateful, so-called 'good' Friday ('long Friday', more appropriately, in Norwegian!) three years ago - but at least we already have a foretaste of resurrection in that the homepage which was believed lost and dead, is found, and reposted; will enjoy catching up with it, with due pomp, solemnity and ceremony this afternoon...
'Good' Friday: like Christmas, Easter is so much pseudo-historical baggage from the Christian point of view, and from the pagan point of view, totally misplaced, at least down under! But according to Earth Prayers, it is still a 'good' day for reflecting on and identifying with the passion of the earth itself (see also global dimming post and illustration):

"Birds nest in my arms,
on my shoulders, behind my knees,
between my breasts there are quails,
they must think I am a tree.
The swans think I am a fountain,
they all come down to drink when I talk.
When sheep pass, they pass over me,
and perched on my fingers, the sparrows eat,
the ants think I'm the earth,
and men think I'm nothing."
- Gloria Fuertes

"Soul of Earth, sanctify me.
Body of Earth, save me.
Blood of Earth, fill me with love.
Water from Earth's side, wash me.
Passion of Earth, strengthen me.
Resurrection of Earth, empower me.
Good Earth, hear me.
Within your wounds, hide me.
Never let me be separated from you.
From the power of evil, protect me.
At the hour of my death, call me
That with your living ones I may thank you
For all eternity. Amen [so mote it be]."
- adapted by Jane Pellowski from "Anima Christi".

The two best-looking and most intelligent guys on TV; unfortunately, Tobias Moretti is married, and lives with Julia Moretti and their two kids in Vienna ;-(( 

Arachne

Daughter of the purple-dyer Idmon of Colophon, famous for her artistry as a weaver. Provokes Minerva, the virginal goddess of war, science and art, saying: I, Arachne, weave more beautifully and skilfully than the goddess herself. And indeed, Arachne's flawless tapestries, depicting the amorous adventures of the Olympian gods, surpass what Minerva can weave. She angrily rips Arachne's tapestries to shreds and strikes her with the shuttle of her loom. Arachne is so humiliated that she tries to hang herself.
...Minerva at last was moved to pity, and raised her, saying: 'Live, wicked girl; live on, but hang forever, and, just to keep you thoughtful for the future, this punishment shall be enforced for always on all your generations.' As she turned, she sprinkled her with hell-bane, and her hair fell off, and nose and ears fell off, and head was shrunken, and the body very tiny, nothing but belly, with little fingers clinging along the side as legs, but from the belly she still kept spinning; the spider has not forgotten the arts she used to practise.
- from The Last World, by Christoph Ransmayr.
Minerva, with wicked, divine cruelty, knew the best punishment for a would-be suicide: to live on, and live forever? ;-P

Jan Danning's Arachne 

Yellow Rhythmic Sun

In my dream, it is as if I am deciding which of the armed services to join, settling on the air force...
Comments and reflections: an 'uplifting' or 'elevating' dream feeling... ;-))
And I have got nearly through the Christians' Holy Week without so much as a soppy religious, or fluffy chicks and bunnies, card from my mum... yay! I was hoping I would - and I hope she gives my birthday a miss as well. This last remnant of my 'toxic family' was so easy to banish, it didn't even take a binding or banishing ritual, as the others did: it was as simple as saying, "The discussion is closed", when she was on my case, and dragging me down into a paralyzing, suicidal depression I no longer need. When I was 13 and fantasized about being an orphan and being kicked out of home, was this not the emancipation I craved?
I did actually find, when going through my folder for my initial jobsearch interview, that I now do have a single hard copy of "A Fragile Peace", as of a couple of years ago; if my mother bothers to get in touch with me, she is welcome to read it, if interested. I should have told her at the time: but she never asked! lol And right now, I do not really care, either way, any more...
And yay, for the new-look Centrelink dole form! Apparently one no longer has to supply evidence of jobs actually applied for; since too many faked this, it was a meaningless exercise anyway, and for those of us who didn't fake it, it was an exercise in meaningless anxiety. And the new-look 'personal pages' put online by one's job network member also help take much of the stress and worry out of looking for work, apparently, as it does an overnight search for you, which is supposed to be even more effective than an instant search... Going to check out my new 'personal pages' now ;-))

expecting not so much an Easter bunny, as the rabbit of the Apocalypse! ;-)) 

Blue Overtone Storm, galactic activation portal

On the other hand, courtesy of eo2, from the Taipei Times:
>Sun, Mar 20, 2005
The beneficial powers of darkness
Artificial light illuminates our lives, allowing us to work or play through the night. But, we toy with our body clocks at severe risk to our wellbeing
By Hugh WislonTHE GUARDIAN , London Sunday, Mar 20, 2005,
Page 9

For many of us, night has become day. We work, travel, shop, exercise and socialize in hours that used to be reserved for relaxation and sleep. Time is a limited resource and, to make full use of it, the night has been illuminated and occupied. Even when we do sleep, street lamps and security lights pierce the darkness.
But our freedom from the natural constraints of day and night may have come at a price. According to a growing band of scientists and doctors, many of us are no longer getting enough darkness in our lives. The theory is based on a simple premise. Our biological rhythms evolved in a time before artificial light, to take advantage of both bright days and dark nights. By succumbing to the temptations of 24-hour living, and ignoring or reducing our natural dark time, we could be putting our health at risk.
"A number of health and environmental problems are due to a loss of darkness," says Dr David Crawford, executive director of the International Dark-Sky Association, a group that campaigns against light pollution. "And it will get worse as we creep -- or rush -- to a 24/7 world. All of life, all of it, has evolved with a day/night cycle -- the circadian rhythm. It's essential to good health. Many studies are now showing that those who go without a true day/night cycle are adversely impacting their immune systems, and that's not good."
Unbalanced
It's not good, but it's becoming the norm. In the UK for instance, more than 20 percent of the working population now work at least some of the time outside the 7am-7pm day. Global travel, the internet, job insecurity, 24-hour shopping and TV, and -- coming soon -- late-night pubs and bars, all help to push back the boundaries of the active day. To remain active at night we need light, with the result that the natural circadian cycle of day and night, light and dark, is becoming perilously unbalanced. We are creating a conflict between what we want to do, and what our internal timekeeper -- the body clock -- prepares us for.
"Our biological clock has been likened to the conductor of an orchestra, with the multiple rhythms of the body representing the various sections of that orchestra," says Russell Foster, professor of molecular neuroscience at Imperial College, London, which later this month hosts the first international sleep conference. "The body clock adapts us for the varying demands of activity and rest. It ensures our internal synchronicity: that our various internal systems -- temperature, alertness, blood pressure and so on -- are working together. And the body clock sets itself using the light/dark cycle. By moving to 24-hour living, and reducing or ignoring the dark bit, we are effectively throwing away the advantages of millions of years of evolution."
The effects of screwing up our body clocks are most readily observable in the growing army of night workers. Studies suggest that, even after years of night shifts, many workers never adjust to a regime that pitches them against our basic and hard-wired biology.
Instead, they head wearily home to bed just as the morning light is prompting their body clocks to prepare for activity, and back again when the gathering dusk tells them to prepare for rest.
Immune Breakdown
Once at work, overriding the craving for dark and sleep comes at a price. "They activate the `fight or flight' stress mechanism," says Foster, "and we know that stress in turn can suppress the immune system." Bright lights, caffeine and nicotine artificially maintain stimulation. Perhaps unsurprisingly, studies show that nightshift workers are at increased risk of a range of health problems, from stress, constipation and stomach ulcers to depression, heart disease and cancer. For example, a 2001 study in Seattle, based on interviews with 800 women, found that females who worked the graveyard shift could face a 60 percent increase in the risk of breast cancer.
There is another theory that tries to explain the high incidence of breast and colo-rectal cancers in shift workers, however.
Melatonin is called "the Dracula hormone" because it always comes out at night. But its production can be severely reduced by bright artificial light. The effects of melatonin on health are not properly understood, but a number of scientists, particularly in America, are connecting low levels of melatonin with high levels of certain cancers in nightshift workers. One study presented to the American Association for Cancer Research found that melatonin can slow tumor growth by up to 70 percent in mice infected with human breast cancer cells.
When the mice were subjected to constant light, cancer growth rocketed.
Some have taken it further. George Brainard, a neurologist at Thomas Jefferson University in Pennsylvania, has recommended that we all exercise a "prudent avoidance" of light at night to ensure normal levels of melatonin whether we work night shifts or not.
No Substitute
Brainard's research has shown that the human body clock can be affected by light of short wavelength, which is more prevalent in artificial light used at night. It also showed that melatonin production was reduced by just this sort of short wavelength light.
Until recently, it was believed that only daylight was strong enough to influence our internal systems.
On the back of this, another researcher has advised parents not to let children sleep with the light on because of a potential - though unproven - connection between artificial light at night and childhood leukemia. The incidence of leukemia in children under five rose by 50 percent in the second half of the 20th century, leading some scientists to point the finger at our increased reliance on artificial light. "I would not myself use a nightlight in a kid's bedroom unless there is a reason for it for safety," said Richard Stevens, a cancer epidemiologist at the University of Connecticut, after a conference on childhood leukemia in London last autumn.
"There is interesting evidence about melatonin having properties that would lead to reduction in cancer risks, so the possibility that this might be related to childhood leukemia is important."
Foster, on the other hand, believes that many of these claims are "overselling" the evidence of melatonin's anti-cancer properties.
"It's true that melatonin is suppressed by light, but in reality we don't really know what effects it has on health. Its anti-cancer properties are a long way from being established as fact," he says.
"My opinion is that the suppression of the immune system is much more likely to explain cancer rates in shift workers."
Embrace the Dark
Nevertheless, most scientists agree that our rush to turn night into day must be having some effect on our health, even if we don't work the graveyard shift. "We now know that we are sensitive to the sort of light levels we readily expose ourselves to in the evening," says Dr Derk-Jan Dijk, director of the Sleep Research Centre at Surrey University. "We're not quite sure what the impact is, but we know that even ordinary room light can have an effect on our physiologies."
A television that flickers all night in a child's bedroom... street lighting that spills through curtains... "There's not enough research on these things at the moment," says Dijk, "but it's certainly a concern. Ideally, we should all be sleeping in darkened rooms. And don't forget, in the natural situation, in which we evolved, dark really did mean dark."
For the general population, the most pressing problem stemming from ubiquitous artificial lighting and 24-hour living is sleep deprivation. The absence of true, continuous darkness could be affecting the quality of our sleep. It's certainly affecting the quantity. We are stretching the boundaries of day at one end, without being able to stretch the boundaries of night at the other.
"I think the critical issue is that sleep has been greatly delayed by our invasion of the night," says Foster. "So we try to manipulate our body clocks with stimulants and sedatives. Caffeine and nicotine keep us awake. Alcohol and hypnotics counteract them when we want to sleep. It's a worrying cycle and the 24-hour society promotes it."
Humans have known for a long time that banishing the dark from our lives has a powerful effect. "Don't forget," reminds Dijk, "continuous light has long been used as a method of torture." This story has been viewed 1325 times.

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I agree completely, and I personally have long been a personal believer in the circadian rhythms as the natural prevention of depression! But I am up past my natural bedtime already, and therefore must practise what I preach in order to up bright and early for my Centrelink appointment tomorrow morning! ;-))
You wouldn't believe the night I have had: despite retiring at the time of the above post, I tossed and turned and sweated until about 3 am, suffering agonising cramps which even rehydrating with water would not alleviate, so I have only had about 3 1/2 hours sleep, and I think I have to tell the Centrelink psychologist that I am still not fit to go looking for paid work, because even the thought of looking for paid work always puts me into this state of acute anxiety... And it does not get any easier the older you get. At least I will be on time for the appointment, though ;-P
Is there a feature on blogs called the paper bag, and if not, why not? In my dream, it is as if there is, and it instantly finds and downloads all this art, including children's art, and I am still chatting with Sebi while all this is happening, and not sure if it is actually being published or not... All I can remember from this dream fragment is Sebi in the course of our chat saying something like, "If you don't like art in the moment, don't go near the paper bag." But I do love the idea of art in the moment, so I kept shuffling and reshuffling the contents of the paper bag, without being quite sure what I was doing...
Comments and reflections: Kind of reminds me of Craig's giant slideshow/screensaver, although he does know what he is doing with the organisation of that! ;-))

There's movement at the station, and here in Geneva at the UN, it's great to be able to tell fellow human rights organisations that our campaigns are having effect.The arguments against arbitrary and long term detention get harder to resist as the years go by. On the website (www.rightsaustralia.org.au) you'll see links to reports in The Age (Michelle Grattan) and The Sydney Morning Herald (Louise Dodson) as to the progress on our call for action on those detained for longer than three years now.Please keep the pressure on. Remind your MPs that there are over 180 people in detention for more than three years now. Tell them not to forget that there are still 48 adults and 6 children still stuck on Nauru since December 2001. Ask them to do what they can to support the work of Government backbenchers Petro Georgiou, Bruce Baird and Judi Moylan to get some movement for these people.
Mental Health and Human Rights
On 31 March at Parliament House, Sydney, and 6 April at Parliament House, Perth, we are assisting other human rights organisations with seminars to scope out today's human rights issues for people with mental illness, as a precursor to more concerted national effort in this area. Go to Current Issues on the website for more information, and to register for these seminars.
Sexual orientation and gender identity issues at the UN
The United Nations Commission on Human Rights (CHR) has completed its first week, with 8 nations (maybe 9) talking of the need to address discrimination on the grounds of sexual orientation.
Canada: "This system should be flexible, so that we can make progress in new areas, such as fighting discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity".
Switzerland: "Nous constatons qu'il devient difficile d'introduire de nouveaux themes devant la Commission, tel que par exemple celui de la non-discrimination fondee sur l'orientation sexuelle."
Sweden: "Well aware of that issue of that the issue of non-discrimination on the grounds of sexual orientation has led to fierce debate in this commission during the past years, I believe that if we together work from our common vision, as stated in the Universal declaration on Human Rights, we will be able to agree. We, as human beings, are equal in dignity and rights and everyone has the right to fully enjoy his or her human rights without discrimination on any ground. No one should be arbitrarily executed and everyone has the right to liberty and security of person. We may differ in tradition and culture, but we must be equally committed to our human rights obligations, which are universal. I am pleased that the Secretary-General has decided that UN personnel living in homosexual marriages or partnerships will have the same employment benefits as married heterosexual employees, and I urge all UN organs and specialized agencies to follow suit."
Spain: "Asimismo, se han dado ya importantes pasos para eliminar diferencias en materia de derechos como consecuencia de la orientacion sexual."
Finland: "Sexual orientation continues to spark discrimination, harassment and human rights violations in many parts of the world. It is clear, however, that each and every individual should benefit from the principle of non-discrimination and be protected against human rights violations. This Commission cannot shy away from addressing the clearly existing human rights challenges related to sexual orientation".
Norway: "The principle of non-discrimination is at the core of our understanding of what human rights are all about. No discrimination on the basis of a person's race, colour, sex, language, religion, descent, national or ethnic origin must take place. This fundamental principle must also apply to people regardless of their sexual orientation or identity. We note with great concern that discrimination on the grounds of sexual orientation or identity is giving rise in certain cases to grave human rights issues."
Mexico: "No person or group must be left out of the system of protection of their rights, particularly those that constitute vulnerable groups. That is why the international community is working on a Convention to promote and protect the rights of persons with disabilities."

White Self-Existing Mirror

Omg, today's galactic signature is really spooky, because I just learned that now we have not only global warming but also global dimming http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4171591.stm : apparently the clouds are becoming giant reflecting mirrors reflecting light back into space, and this is masking the effect of global warming, which would otherwise be far greater; the catch is that one problem cannot be solved without solving the other, and we all, in the western, developed world, are mass-murderers, as guilty as Pilate, attempting to wash his hands of the blood... :-((

And if that bad news makes you want to reach for the bong and take another chuff, think again, man, it is messing with your head, as I have long known: again, see abc.net.au/4corners and go to the sections on "Messing with Heads"...especially if you are a teenager! ;-P

>Claire, you're a Belle of the Ball!

One of great things about being you is that you have a healthy dose of self-respect. It's not every Tom, Dick, or Harry who gets to land a date with you. Your natural tendency to really check someone out before letting 'em in the door serves you well. You don't get stuck with the bottom-feeders. So what if some people think you're a challenge? That isn't always a bad thing. Being picky just means you don't settle for anything but the best. You want someone who will dote on you and take good care of you, while still keeping you on your toes. Thank goodness you're not one of the many women who underestimate their self-worth (men tend to overestimate). That's why you see so many gorgeous gals going out with meatheads.Is it possible that your romantic standards are just protecting the heart of gold inside? Once you let your guard down, successful suitors find a loving, generous gal who will throw herself into a relationship. Our only advice is that in your quest for love, carry with you the immortal words of Mother Teresa: "If you judge people, you have no time to love them."

I am also 51% masculine, according to the gender identity quiz at tickle.com!
>Claire, Tickle can tell that you have a Balanced gender focus. People who have both strong masculine and strong feminine qualities tend to get things done and are good with people.

Oh, and Sebi, you were right: "one person's phobia is another person's fetish" (may I quote you on that?). I seriously wasn't mucking around about the webcam panic/phobia yesterday: I also woke in the night anxious and depressed about the issue (in my dream it is as if I am chatting with someone online who claims to have seen me 'live' on webcam, which is impossible in the last three months, apart from one embarrassing attempt). It is not a delusional phobia, i.e. I do not think the webcam is going to get up and bite me or anything, but it is a phobia (irrational fear) nonetheless, in that even a invitation from a trusted friend to a quick demo can bring on a reaction of panic, because it evokes all the old issues about: "will I ever open myself up to this again?" I promise I will NEVER laugh at your snake phobia again! [correcting original typo] ;-P

global dimming 

Red Electric Earth

How can I have been so stupid? Even I did not notice what riches I threw away in that glib remark about Iris Murdoch a few days ago... How could I have abandoned Iris Murdoch, who continues to ask the big questions (philosophy) for Jonathan Kellerman, who only asks the little questions (of psychology)? I do not know what Iris Murdoch books you have read, and I wonder if you have seen in them any more than cultured, polite, very British comedies of manners. I am currently reading "The Sacred and Profane Love Machine", because I did not think I had read it before, in my erstwhile addiction to her. But the same big questions arise: what is real, what is true, what is good, what is beautiful? Bjorn Erik was right: Plato kicks arse over Nietzsche? She cunningly hides her big philosophical questions in novelistic excellence. Dare I re-read "The Message to the Planet"? Because even then, in my addiction, I thought it was her biggest, and most tragic book ever..... Of course, there was "Under the Net" (her Wittgensteinian foray into comedy), and there was "The Black Prince" (her tribute to Hamlet, and the whole Romantic, Platonic concept of 'love', however one translates that). Has there ever before been any novelist who so exquisitely and painfully explores the problems of philosophy as Iris Murdoch? ("The Red and the Green", encompassed by my glib throwaway remark a few days ago, was her foray into the historical genre. Dare I still claim that my blog reconciles "the red" and "the green"? "What I have written, I have written", Pilate eerily chimes, on Compass, as a final note.)
P.S. And no, I have not forgotten the hideous fact that Monty's wife, 'Sophie' (as in 'philo Sophia') is dead... ;-((
In my dream, after going to sleep really late, and waking this morning [the Fotamecus experiment seems to have done funny things to my computer clock, btw, because, according to it, it is still midday yesterday! lol Minnie however ticks on relatively normally on my altar, although it is her "instrument of Chronos" that symbolically represents Chronos slain! Maybe Fotamecus really does only expand and compress digital, but not analog, time; or maybe in my case he took especial pity on "Minnie the survivor" and decided to spare her! lol]:
it is as if I know what happened to the furniture in the "theft" dream, or at least will know shortly, because 'they', whoever they are, have begun to move new furniture back again, blue and beige, or blue and yellow, and it is all to be acted out, like a sort of play or mystery tableau... Like The Magus or Neurocam?
Comments and reflections: dang that Neurocam, the more I know, the less I know? You really have to "get out of your mind" (by them ****ing with it) to "get into it"? The rudeness of having to buy a plain white actor's mask in readiness for the next "assignment", then waiting and waiting to be asked your availability, and then they inform you they don't need you after all! On the point of telling them to shove the whole thing, if they do contact me again...! lol And I don't care if they do have hidden spyware installed in this computer! This is my blog, and I will post in it what I like! ;-))

"he does not just think with his head, he thinks with his whole body" (Sister Wendy) 

release the ferret! lol 

Horroscope ;-P

Virgo (rising)s possess all the charm of an rhinoceros and the brains of a rabbit? They are petty and greedy, annoying and argumentative. Virgos' lack of knowledge and imagination makes them unbearable for colleagues and difficult for family. [spelling corrected!]
With her incessant nit-picking, a Virgo is capable of grinding any endeavor to a screeching halt, and driving even even a patient person to the brink of madness. She never improvises, planning out every action weeks in advance down to the most boring and minute detail, much to the chagrin of anyone else who may be involved.
Anything a Virgo does is precipitated by cold logical calculation. Every action is respectable, predictable and boring.
A Virgo is a vengeful master of intrigue, and if one has enemies, she will not rest until they, their families, their friends, and the families of their friends have been taught a made to feel her wrath.
...I wish!!! [this Virgo rising] lol!

Test your Knowledge of Urban Legends IQ: Fun Quiz!

http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_quiz.htm

I only scored 50% (10/20), which can be construed as chance levels, or a balance between skepticism and gullibility: I need to practise some more!

I upgraded my score to 80% at the intermediate level, but then dropped back to 50% at the advanced level; on retaking the image test, I found my confidence on my originally correct responses much enhanced, plus I was more educated on my originally false responses, e.g. fishermen do not always lie about their catch, people will fake a 'hand of God' in the sky and the U.S. military will also fake a perfect formation, amounting to a new, revised score of 95%... I consider myself marginally more educated about urban myths and legends than I was this morning ;-))

this blog is not for arachnophobes!  

Yellow Lunar Warrior: Little Night Eagle 

Yellow Lunar Owl/Warrior

In my dream, it is as if Susie and I, at art-group, combine the artistic and educational tendencies of previous groups: Susie shuts up (!), mercifully, and lets me present her materials as inspiration to the group, cigarette-boxes and beads with which to decorate these. I prefer to bead a stuffed black cat myself. I am also quite hungry in the dream, and gorge myself on art-group cakes (a bit hungry going to bed last night as well).
Comments and reflections: maybe Susie is my 'oriental other half', east to my west. It remains a major dream-goal of mine (from 'big dream' years ago) to reconcile east and west, remember?

Blue Magnetic Eagle

In my dream, it is as if I am sitting opposite Sebi, across a table (kind of like in a prison or police-station interview, or over fish and chips!), and there is another younger guy I do not know also present. We are absorbed in our conversation and do not notice that while we are talking, someone has come into my room and pinched all my furniture! I am furious, not to mention puzzled, and turn on the stranger to tell him off... Whoever has done it, has left only a pile of phonebooks and some appointment slips in one corner.
Comments and reflections: very bizarre dream. The emotional tone is similar to that of the Maori haka warrior: angry, and feeling alone against the world, and now stripped of all material possessions as well?

This is what the immanentization of the eschaton is all about! http://ftp.fortunaty.net/org/chaosmatrix/chaos/texts/fotamec2.html

March (calendar poem inspired by Fotamecus?)

march...march of time?
Only Chronos marches, and the legions of Chronos
goose-stepping eternally in ranked totalitarian rhythm

this runic half-month is rather Sokvabekk
the stream of time
events consciousness dreams images
that once stepped into, can never be re-entered...
twice... and slips through the hands as effortlessly
as water (sun has just sidereally re-entered
my birthsign of the fish, she recalls)

does Fotamecus know about the other new god of time,
KAirOS, equally opposed to Chronos, perhaps in a less Promethean,
gentler, more Hermetic fashion? the Mayan deer
Manik, of opportunity, the "holy instant"
of a Course in Miracles? Being now evolved
from humble servitor through viral egregore to godform status
he should know... If Fotamecus and KAirOS are equally opposed to Chronos,
shouldn't they be friends, not foes?

you can catch KAirOS by his bangs in front,
but not the rear (his head is shaved there)

this day seems to have gone on forever!

(c) all rights reserved, Claire Pedersen

Baudelaire's Drunk
This rite was written for the Pan AX Conclave on April 6-7, 1996. The poet Charles Baudelaire's birthday happens to fall on April 6th, so a rite written with him in mind didn't seem soooooo far-fetched. So, this is what you get when you cross a French poet with Chaos.

Purpose
This rite employs reaching gnosis by an excitatory method and altering one's mood via visualization. It is based on Baudelaire's prose poem (from Paris Spleen) called "Get Drunk," and, as in the poem, proposes to transcend the burden of Time by being "drunk." As you will see from the poem, this "drunk" does not necessarily refer to alcohol.

The Poem
Get Drunk One should always be drunk. That's the great thing; the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and bowing you to the earth, you should be drunk without respite. Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But get drunk. And if sometimes you should happen to awake, on the stairs of a palace, on the green grass of a ditch, in the dreary solitude of your own room, and find that your drunkenness is ebbing or has vanished, ask the wind and the wave, ask star, bird, or clock, ask everything that flies, everything that moans, everything that flows, everything that sings, everything that speaks, ask them the time; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird and the clock will all reply: "It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please."
Materials needed for the Rite
A piece of paper
Ink (or some other staining substance)
The Rite
1. On your piece of paper, draw a clock of any sort.
2. Stain your hand (or just your thumb) with ink.
3. Say the key closing lines of the poem [a slight modification to the last line has been made]: "It is Time to get drunk! If you are not to be the martyred slaves of Time, be perpetually drunk! With wine, with poetry, with virtue, or as you please."
4. Get "drunk" - think of something that makes you or has made you in the past absolutely giddy, breathless, delirious, and unable to sit still. Visualize yourself in this excited state and recreate those symptoms. Wave your arms, whirl around, hyperventilate, fall over, laugh, smile, bump into things - whatever, but get giddy and drunk. Accelerate the giddy elation until you can't stand it any longer, and then continue in that unbearable state for at least half-a-minute more.
5. Gnosis has been reached by giddiness. Take your inked hand (or thumb) and stamp the clock. You have just conquered Time by being drunk without respite in a moment of gnosis.
6. Banish by snickering [at Time].
7. Afterwards, attach the paper near a clock you look at often to remind the clock of your victory.
AutonomatriXCorpus Fecundi Index

EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW IN LIFE I LEARNED FROM NOAH'S ARK:

Don't miss the boat.

Remember that we are all in the same boat.

Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.

Stay fit. When you're 600 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

Build your future on high ground.

For safety's sake, travel in pairs.

Speed isn't always an advantage.The snails were on board with the cheetahs.

When you're stressed, float a while.

Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs;the Titanic by professionals.

No matter the storm,there's always a rainbow waiting.

NOW, wasn't that nice? Pass it along and make someone else smile, too.

Blue Magnetic Eagle 

FOTAMECUS TIME-DEFECATION RITE

(Here is a rite. You may wish to add it to your site, although it stinks...)
When you do your next shit, look at it and say, 'Cronos, this is what ye have become. No longer is the clock-face discernible. Ye are naught but excrement' Then ritually flush the toilet, saying, 'Cronos, your time has gone! Gone to the Ocean, to feed Tiamat, the Chaos-Serpent who lies dreaming on the bed of the seas ov Chaos, so that SHe may rise again in fluidform at the Endtime.'

Candice Bergen in her role as earthly representative of the goddess Themis (of justice), with thanks to brotha2Brotha.blogspot.com! 

for digital shamanic art and poetry, go to... 

sigil of Fotamecus 

Mercury retrograde and moon phases calendar 2005, for your info!  

Sebastian Rulli

This guy can come and shake his rain-stick in my rainforest anytime!

if Bjorn Erik weren't the man of this little Cinderella's dreams, this guy would be 

White Cosmic Wizard

In my dream, it is as if I am continuing to blog, and download/upload fabulous pictures from www.flickr.com especially one of a really fierce Maori, doing the haka and sticking his tongue out...
Comment and reflections: to show what I really think of the Bloggies this year? The Bloggies had such promise at the nominations stage; I was really excited to begin reading this creme de la creme of the bloggerati; but somehow the mindless crap or lowest common denominator of popular taste took over between the nominations and the actual awards...Or am I just becoming really cynical and misanthropic in my dotage? Not to mention full of 'sour grapes'? Reading too many blog links will do that to you! Once again, democracy sucks, but what is the alternative?
Btw, is everyone aware that 'flicka' in Swedish means 'little girl'? I can't help but think that every time I go to www.flickr.com, and maybe flickr really is the best meme, btw! And also btw, where has this week gone? Fish and chips day is rolling around already again? Time really is accelerating or what (as per the mad mathematician/physicist in K-PAX?)

Such a nice dream, I don't want to wake from it: I am with Bjorn Erik (!) and we are travelling; he does not look the same (who does, in dreams?) but he is very charming and affectionate. Everywhere we go, he sets up a little shrine or altar made of poppets. Every time I go groping under the sheets looking for him, some strange guy gropes me back, and one, a doctor, who nevertheless did not have any patients yet, tried to take me from behind as I was embracing Bjorn Erik! As we approached our destination (not even sure which country it was, but it looked like 'fjord-y' Sydney), he gave me a beautiful black cotton dress, with yellow flowers on it, long, square-necked, after we had to scramble down a steep bank to retrieve our shoes (my slippers) someone had thrown down...

Comments and reflections:
Little shrines made of poppets => sacramentalization of the commonplace; a feeling that everywhere we went together and everything we did together was somehow 'holy'.
Doctor: reminds me that one guy I have subsequently had a physical relationship with was in fact a Chinese doctor; all those 'other guys' in the dorm reminds me that every physical relationship I have had since Bjorn Erik was in fact still groping after him, and seeking him, and, none of them being him, of course, they were bound to fail.
'Fjord-y Sydney': the one place in Australia I thought Norwegians might be able to relate to, because, while it is not mountainous (by Norwegian standards!), at least it is watery and 'fjord-y' enough to enable them to relate to it by the element of water; perhaps I was seeking some sort of fusion of Australian and Scandinavian culture in our union.
Dress: not really sure what this symbolizes, but somehow it reminds me of a springlike 'Primavera' dress I had when much younger, only a more 'matronly' and respectable version, suited to my age; hoping for a springlike rebirth and rejuvenation of our now long-distance relationship; hoping for a sign from him (the last sign was the ankh I wear) that he still cares for me and is thinking of me, and may even still find me moderately attractive?
Shoes: this symbol has me completely thrown, but the idea of slippers reminds me that it was a constant custom in Norway to remove outdoor shoes when coming home, and put on soft, indoor shoes or slippers; in fact I did not feel I had 'come home' till I had done so; an indication of where my 'real home' still is?

From Australian Counselling Association newsletter:

(Sometimes it pays to remind oneself of the basics!)

Please Listen

When I ask you to listen and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I’ve asked.

When I ask you to listen to me, and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.

Listen! All I asked was that you listen, just hear me. I’m not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you and get about the business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.

When that’s clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we know what’s behind them ;-))

inner hot Maori warrior as dreamed last night 

Just as "downloaded" in my first dream last night!  

Inspector Rex... a spiritual being having a canine (as opposed to human) experience? 

Red Crystal Skywalker

Technically Boing Boing (blog of the year) (www.boingboing.net) is not so much a blog as a meta-blog! And I agree with modernfabulosity.blogspot.com: it is hardly a blog to die for, or even one of the 'must-read' blogs of the blogosphere... Wonder how Tatiana Cardeal's fared in the Latin American blogs: actually, I think she even kicks arse over Boing Boing, even if it is mostly in Portuguese: damn that English cultural hegemony! *grrr* ;-P

And yeh, http://francisstrand.blogspot.com/ I can imagine Americans sounding bad trying to pronounce Swedish, because the Americans trying to pronounce Norwegian in our Norwegian class were pretty hopeless too: an American will never sound anything but American, no matter what s/he tries to speak, and when they teach others to speak "English", like the Germans I met who had been taught by Americans, they end up sounding more American than the Americans, poor things!

From www.defamer.com: Sam Simon’s MJ Memories
Filed under Gossip : Michael Jackson
Simpsons creator Sam Simon was on Howard Stern this morning, sharing some very special memories of Michael Jackson’s celebrated appearance on the show, a lovable turn as an animated mental patient with a shaved head! lol "Sam said he brought the script over to Jackson’s place to see if he’d be interested in doing it and Jackson was. His only reservation was that he wanted more scenes with Bart Simpson, his favorite character on the show. He demanded the script be changed so his character could spend more time with Bart. According to Sam, they changed the script, giving Jackson a scene where he spends the night alone with Bart in his room. Jackson agreed to the change and signed on to do the show. Sam also added that during the voice recording, someone gave Jackson a giant Bart Simpson doll and when he thought no one was looking, Jackson started to kiss the doll.
Due to an egregious design flaw in the Bart Simpson doll, Jackson was unable to ply it with Jesus Juice; sadly, the King of Pop had to stop at first base."

Omg, Totally Wild just reminded me that I was blessed by a spider-visitation today, a little brown spider crawling on my brown Chinese jacket! ;-)) Ah, memories of Ruskine! *sigh*

Omg, a Norwegian, Thor Anderssen, has just invented the world's first "flying lawnmower"; the only thing it doesn't do, is mow the lawn! lmao

>This is the funniest thing I've ever read, ever. Thanks to Jennifer Allen for passing it on. Steve

JAPANESE MICROSOFT ERROR MESSAGES

In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku poetry has strict construction rules - each poem has only 17 syllables; 5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second, 5 in the third. They are used to communicate a timeless message, often achieving a wistful, yearning and powerful insight through extreme brevity. Here are 16 actual error messages from Japan. Aren't these better than "Your computer has performed an illegal operation"?

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The Web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand-dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao until
You bring fresh toner.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Omg, computers are developing humor, and/or mysticism/spirituality?

And Iris Murdoch, eat your heart out, the Red and the Green have now been reconciled, in my blog! ;-))

red crystal skywalker...Peruvian Amazon (amazing) version? 

Happy St Patrick's day from the drunk little leprachaun sitting on your rooftop!  

floraporn

http://www.flickr.com/groups/floraporn/pool/tags/floraporn/

Looking at all the flowers I see since with the eyes of Tatiana, I am amazed at how shameless they are, even the most humble: they are truly the whores of nature, sitting there, showing all they've got! When Jesus counselled people to "consider the lilies of the field", he was actually advising them to study nature's own porn! lol

opening heart

opening heart
Originally uploaded by Tatiana Cardeal.

Hummingbird joy....my grounding totem! When I go pictorial, I really go pictorial? i.e. when it is a right-brained day, I really go right-brained? This satisfy your quest for pics, Sebi? (not) lol

Opening World Social Forum

Opening World Social Forum
Originally uploaded by Tatiana Cardeal.

hope you get the slide show!

Yellow Spectral Human 

Introducing Lady Cohen, Zen Buddhist monk from Tatiana's amazing Brazilian blog, what can I say? 

almost there

http://tatianacardeal.blogspot.com/ ...where are the pics? (I haven't got the hang of this www.flickr.com thing yet ;-(( But this stunning Brazilian blog is also, btw, one in the eye for Dragonsmane, since it starts with the quote from Anais Nin: "We see things, not as they are, but as we are." Omg, you gotta love and respect Lady Cohen, Zen Buddhist monk! And I don't care what the rest of you suckers think, I may well have spawned the next Nobel prize in physics; contact him yourself @ kendojosh@hotmail.com ;-)

Yellow Spectral Human

Omg, now I know what the addictive appeal of Jonathan Kellerman is to me: it is he (LA clinical psychologist/police consultant) who is the new Charles Dickens of the English language, not J.K.Rowlings, as all you Harry Potter fans might expect... It is the glimpse into LA degradation/depravation/poverty, that makes even our own poverty look mighty relative, in socioeconomic terms....... ;-P

Sorry, Sebi, still cannot upload your dragon picture here (it is a bitmap, not a jpg!), and I still think Dragonsmane fails to appreciate my finer points of the Yellow Crystal Sun, last quarter, post! lol I wonder whatever did happen to his supposedly incubating dreams re projection? lol Talk about the blind leading the blind... lol! On re-reading that post, and honestly examining my own conscience, I do not think I have posted anything regarding him that went outside the boundaries of naked "I-statements" (i.e. his impact on me, and driving me into this comfort zone), into "you-statements" (accusing him of stuff).

From morning meditation:
"With thanksgivings I will open my mouth,
the righteous acts of God/dess shall my tongue recount always
and the faithlessness of man until their transgression is complete.
Empty words I will banish from my lips,
unclean things and perversions from the knowledge of my mind.
With wise counsel I will conceal knowledge,
and with knowing prudence I will hedge about wisdom
with a firm limit, to preserve fidelity
and strong justice according to the righteousness of God/dess.
I will exalt the decree with the measuring-line of times,
and will teach the practice of righteousness,
loyal love for the humble,
and strengthening of hands for the fearful of heart,
for the erring in spirit understanding;
to instruct the fainting with doctrine,
to answer humbly before the haughty of spirit,
and with a broken spirit to men of injustice,
who point the finger and speak wickedly
and are envious of wealth" (Manual of Discipline, The Other Bible)

And a little extra note on projection, in case Dragonsmane peeks in:
"Whatever befalls the earth
befalls the sons and daughters of the earth.
If men spit upon the ground,
they spit upon themselves.

...This we know
All things are connected
like the blood which unites one family.

...We did not weave the web of life,
We are merely a strand in it.
Whatever we do to the web,
we do to ourselves" (Chief Seattle) ;-))

Tiamat, Dark Dragon Mother of the Abyss 

Blue Planetary Monkey

In my dream, it is as if, via the medium of Messenger, Sebi and I are continuing to prepare/draft some classy-looking, parchment-covered manuscript of an autobiography; I have an idea the title is "Book about Me" (like Bjorn Erik's baby book used in illustration for "spiritual autobiography"), but all the words on the cover are squared out...
Comments and reflections: this dream seems to make the same point as last night's (talking Thai but not really understanding it) that in dreams, the left-side of the brain is virtually barred from access; in fact, I would go so far to formulate that as a hypothesis, and say that, while some activity may continue in the left (verbal) half of the brain while we are asleep (because we are not yet dead!), the brain's 'attention', if you will, is not primarily directed towards this, but rather towards the right half, which 'tells stories' far more economically ("a picture tells a thousand words") in images (not necessarily visual, although mine are); if there is verbal activity continuing in the dream, we struggle to recall it, and only feel we have been dreaming, and may even feel tired from dreaming, without being able to recall a damned thing(!). I also have a feeling that this dream has something to do with Sebi getting around to actually reading my Norwegian story, and the feeling of warmth, acceptance and 'being heard' that gives me, because for some lame reason, my mother never bothered, although I offered it to her (oh yeh, the 'lame excuse' was that she could not continue to read it as a computer file, because she could not be bothered scrolling down all the time, although I showed her how, and I had no printer, and hence could not print it out; I was not even online at the time, only just having managed to get this computer with almost the last of my savings on return, but as yet no online access!); I think if it were Josh in that situation, I would have made some sort of effort, and you would not have been able to keep me away from that computer! lol Anyway, the basic feeling of the dream is that my one friend (Sebi) 'kicks ass' over my so-called family, because of the level of trust, communication and sharing, which is not matched by anything my so-called 'family' offers me... I know you will love this post, Sebi! Doesn't it warm the cockles of your heart? I also give thanks to the goddess Tiamat, dragon-mother of the abyss, who has been giving me all these dreams and insights about dreams all this week, via the dark crystal under my pillow! ;-))

White Solar Dog

I can, unfortunately, recall hardly anything of my dreams last night, except for a vague snippet, that somehow I was speaking Thai with a little Thai girl, without really understanding it; and the sparrows were walking, not flying, across the floor (a linguistic point you have to make in French, not English!)
And on another linguistic note, might Roy Slavin not have been right, on the Memphis Trousers Half-Hour, when he pointed out the word "Moomba" might in fact mean "up your bum", since, as I recall, one of the Aboriginal (Bunurong) words Hank liked teaching us was "moom", "bum"? ;-))

Red Galactic Moon

In my dream it is as if I am teaching again, only this time I have an almost 'dream' group of mostly Vietnamese students, for ESL (English as a Second Language); they are remarkably cooperative, except at the end, when it is difficult to hold them together for a formal 'goodbye', as I have been asked to do. There is one boy who is particularly intriguing, already, at the supposedly beginners' level, struggling to write his own fantasy novel in English (something starting with V, Valnia, Varnia, Valarnia or something like that), and I want to mentor him, to encourage him, as Frasier wanted to mentor Luke...Then the scene switches and I am doing art; this time it is a stunning abstract op art piece in black and silver, very austere, just rhythmic pulsing sine waves along a straight line, graded from black (on a black background) through shades of silver and grey, back to black again, horizontally... Hope that helps you form a mental picture ;-))
Comments and reflections: it is as if I am still seeking closure on my not-so-brilliant teaching career, although I also dimly foresee a possibility of returning, at least to working with young people, maybe in some sort of school-counselling capacity? The would-be novelist reminds me strongly of Gene Brewer producing K-PAX; maybe my motive in wanting to mentor him is wanting him to access his multidimensional, higher self; i.e. maybe my own motive in doing anything is to help myself access my own multidimensional, higher self? "Isn't it possible, for instance, that planet K-PAX is a kind of alternate world to our own, a parallel universe, so to speak, one of the roads not taken on earth? [especially the road of Veganism not taken! Well, hush my mouth and call me "sweet Charlotte", as I just replied to Gene Brewer! lol] Do we all have alter egos floating somewhere among the stars?" (K-PAX, p. 732). Maybe my Higher Self is a Vegan...but then Higher Selves don't need money, sex, governments, families, religion etc either, do they? As Jesus said, "the angels in heaven neither marry nor give in marriage"...They have different 'needs' to us lower selves, precisely because they do not have any needs! The 'writer-boy' also reminds me of myself being too advanced for the beginners' group in Norwegian language school, since I amazed the teacher by already reading novels in Norwegian, when I had finished her 'baby-exercises'... Maybe I was already being "beamed up" or "galactically activated" just by going to Norway, before I had ever heard of the Mayan calendars...in fact, I know I was! It is funny how my 'dream' art is always much more abstract than my wl art: it is as if in my dreams I am capable of producing stunning abstract forms to abstractly convey, in some simple visual form, the concept of some really complicated mathematical, scientific or even astronomical/cosmological equation: maybe the formula for "light-travel"? ;-))

Yellow Resonant Star

OK, this blog seems to be behaving itself more or less normally now. I had to sacrifice the whole Dave Hughes thing, because his post just could not be corrected (so I am still down on "pictures of men", but maybe I will let Sebi specialize in that area, and he probably has a link to Dave Hughes pics on his blog now, as we speak!). Pace, all internal servitors; good servitors; yes, I understand everyone is allowed to make little internal errors once in a while; we, including servitors, are only "human, all too human", in the Nietzschean phrase! Had dreams last night, but don't really recall more than a fragment, namely Schindler's List being given an Academy Award, as well as some animated feature, featuring Goofy (or was it Popeye?)... ;-P
What I really wanted to write about was my psychic "death" yesterday. Yes, surrounded by repeated Death Tarot cards, and with the Dark Dragon Mother of the Abyss (Tiamat) flashing me images of death, skulls etc through a dark (black onyx) crystal dedicated to her, and with my blog seemingly dying, or just taking a little hard-earned R&R on the planet K-PAX, I too entered a strange Schrodinger's cat-type state of not knowing whether I was alive or dead, living or dying, and, when the wave function collapsed, I came out of it, and live to type another day (ta da!) only with the one difference: I have no family. That gets easier to say, when you have already said I have no sisters, and I have no father, btw. As prot from the planet K-PAX says, families are one of the main sources of evil on EARTH, along with religion, government, money etc. Blood might be thicker than water, yeh, but then so is mucus, and a lot of other stuff too disgusting to mention! lol So, families, who needs them? Only one way K-PAX did not change my behavior, though: it does not make me a vegetarian, cos, unlike prot, I do not believe that eating meat is necessarily a declaration of superiority of one species over another. I feel no more superior to my breakfast or dinner than the lion does to the gazelle or zebra it has for lunch, or the spider (or chameleon) to their flies... Lunch is just lunch, whatever species you are, and whatever your metabolism craves, so that is my only argument with prot, although I do see his points about why do we put animals and babies in cages? And why do so few people see the oxymoronic nature of killing someone who has killed someone else, to teach them that killing is wrong? And schools are just mechanisms for propagating the beliefs of the PLANET... I want to go to K-PAX, where I no longer need a 'government' to give me 'money', and even 'sex' is a non-issue! ;-))

White Overtone World-Bridger/Death

In my dream, it is as if I am minding my niece and my son on some sort of big family camp, and my son is rapt to have a room of his own, being the only boy, but not so rapt to be sleeping under a 'girlie' doona, lol! Between them, they are producing a picture about "Jesus coming back": he contributes the colour grey, which turns into a cloudy sort of effect, and she insists on a solid block of orange, so together they produce an abstract work of art which could be entitled "Jesus coming back on the clouds of heaven"! Comments and reflections: this dream follows on nicely from my "Advent in church" dream. It also relates nicely to Dragonsmane's projected themes of dreaming towards 2012 and, believe it or not, royalty (as in the "King" is coming back, whether Jesus or Elvis or Pacal Wotan? ) I also like how the art work is created jointly by not one, but two, "inner children", yin and yang! (Cf. the hermaphrodite theme of my recent art in wl!) This dream nicely reconciles and balances recent family and religious issues through the medium of art, a very satisfying and harmonious feeling ;-))

Red Self-Existing Serpent

Sorry, I had to delete the post containing the quote in French from moscowinparis.blogspot.com, even though I painfully related to it: it stuffed up my whole blog! However, today's horoscope, in the local paper is more promising: "Virgo (rising) - You hate laying down the law to friends or loved ones. Since you're already feeling uncomfortable, address issues directly. You'll not only be surprised by the answers you'll get, you'll also put these to rest for good. This is superb timing, because there is an abrupt upswing in the mood midweek. This is the beginning of a cycle of ideas and offers that continues until midmonth." So I took the bull by the horns, and acted on it, and cut off my mum's 'thread' in midstream, saying the discussion is closed! I also set her "false memory" straight for the record; she has a disturbing tendency to make up false memories about me, as in the time she reckoned I had made Joshua go shopping for the two of us when he was little, and I sick - as if I would entrust a small Josh with the week's budget - even Josh laughed at the idea when I told him! My father did the same with me, to the extent of completely re-editing my whole childhood, and I am no longer talking to him (because you just can't argue with bullshit!). Hopefully my mum will get the point that I am just not going to put up with her shit, either. Black magic is not what witches do to muggles, really; it is what muggles do to witches! ;-P lol @ secrets of taking good pet pics on Totally Wild: dogs are born camera hounds, really! Sit, Hudson, sit, good dog! ;-))

Blue Lunar Night

"There are times when I see you and I think to myself, Not so long ago we were married. You and me, we were married and we lived in that small dark space between two people where a marriage exists." (The Danish Girl, p. 285).

White Magnetic Wind, galactic activation portal

Waking nightmare!
If you think the noise of the Grand Prix cars is bad (like giant, angry, annoying mosquitoes), try the low-flying jet aircraft that swooped down over me, as I was returning from St Kilda library. The noise was so loud, it brought tears to my eyes, and, thinking the whole world was about to cave in on my head, I reflexively reached an arm up around it. When it was gone, I thought my ears were surely bleeding... That was pain, and fear! Who's responsible, so I can email them and politely demand that it not happen again? Bloggers of the world, unite!

You gotta love all the Brontes: they are such modern, and even post-modern souls, trapped in such 19thC personae! I wonder why no one has thought of reviving the ancient fantasy tales of Angria and Gondal, that divided Charlotte and Branwell on the one hand, from Emily and Anne on the other, into some modern computer-animated video fantasy, with a view to reconciling the gulf between the two continents? Not only were the continents divided, but even within Angria (interesting name!) there were tensions of sibling rivalry between Charlotte and Branwell, each gifted in their own way. I wonder what geeky, bespectacled Charlotte's IQ was? And Branwell himself was gifted in a more demonic, artistic kind of way, although he never troubled himself to learn the rudiments of anatomy or even how to mix his paints correctly; and offering his landlady a portrait in part-payment of rent, was definitely not a good idea! Also, Charlotte and Branwell were divided, typically, along gender lines: Charlotte would not marry, because she had impossibly high ideals of marriage (she would not marry anyone she was not prepared to die for, and perhaps in her dreams, she never did marry anyone other than the gorgeous Zamora, imaginary son of the Duke of Wellington, who was the germ of Rochester); Branwell, typical male, seduced a servant-girl who later had a child who died in infancy. But I can relate to the denizens of Gondal as well: Anne struggling in vain as a teacher to maintain discipline over her impossible pupils, and both Charlotte and Emily also eventually resigning their teaching positions, as thankless, dead-end tasks. Oh, I wish someone could summon their spirits so I could converse with them all, woman to woman, one on one! Charlotte in particular, that underestimated genius, has always been my heroine and role model, from childhood on! Talk about Nietzschean anti-heroes, and supermen, as the next stage in human evolution! And Emily epitomises the free spirit, close to the earth, and the wild, elemental forces of nature... the pagan part of me I did not know how to relate to as a child, even while living it? ;-))

And Mary Poppins is the quintessence of magick: who would have thought that Aussie Pamela Travers conceived her as the recapitulation of the epic of Gilgamesh, even if reality never quite measures up to the ideal; she was definitely involved in the Great Work, of reconciling opposites? Blessed are they, who can summon a twin brother, on the turn of a Tarot card! Yikes, Disney (irresistible force) meets P.L.Travers (immovable object)? *oh, it's a happy holiday with Mary......* She was horrified at the thought that Mary should dance on the chimneytops, or show her underwear......But the underlying agenda was the Elijah-ian agenda of reconciling children with their parents, and the movie went on to take 5 Academy Awards....... "I wrote it first of all, to please myself" (P.L.Travers).....she writes above all for the child within. "P.L.Travers" was actually a pseudonym, as was "Mrs Travers" (she was never married)...."She liked to be in the limelight; she didn't want you to know she liked to be in the limelight, but she did"....Is that not the essence of the Magician? She was really quite well off indeed, but she could never quite believe, how well-off she was ... "Writers put their need to write first, and their families always come second" => reconciling the needs of high creativity with the needs of maintaining an ordinary family life? ;-))

She died in April, 1996? Feeling that there were many more things she needed to do, and understand? In the immortal words of Homer Simpson, I am sure we will see more of her again!

And photography verges on the mystical, the inexpressible?

Adolescence: that moment, when one is aware of things, but doesn't know how to deal with them? Does it ever end?

Omg, it is a disturbing thought, that children are accessing these images, while we adults are still trying to come to terms with them!

Red Cosmic Dragon (guilt dream)

Woke up with a start when I thought I was being busted by a big, fat [and ugly!] 'tram nazi' I could not escape [Melbourne nightmare!]... Out on a lake with someone supposedly scanning it for salmon or trout, as an environmental health test of the area; ended up pulling out more blankety weed (dark-red), which was fun, and, when we saw an old lady sitting on the far shore, visiting an old folks' home, which wasn't... Saw Joe [my deceased stepfather] and knew it was him by the charm bracelet around his wrist, which bore the names of many girls or women, including "Fortuna"; or was that his "lucky star"? Got the idea, by telepathy (?), that something should be due to me from Joe's will, because he was quite fond of me, and used to defend me against baiting by my mum and sisters, even if my mum isn't... Never has been, and it's getting worse! She externalises anger, I internalise guilt and she is the source of my suicidal tendencies: where else do you go when you're feeling useless, good for nothing, unable to do anything right?

So I guess this dream could be called "Guilt dream", because it is all about guilt, one way or the other. Btw, if anyone should be burdened with guilt by the messages in this dream, it is my mum, not me?

Yellow Crystal Sun, last quarter

I had a really intriguing dream last night, but I am struggling to recall it, because I got derailed from my recall by a conflict regarding whether or not to post it on Earth First Dreaming School forum. I don't mind posting it here, and that seems very natural, since this is my own journal-space, and no one ever comments on my dreams anyway, except Sebi, and while I resonate with the comments of other Earth First Dreaming School people, like Kat and Phantomvampyress, I am afraid that Dragonsmane is going to come down on me again like a heavy editorial ton of bricks. Some of his 'amendments' are very constructive, like changing the title of my post to my own dream journal rather than the post of the day; I would have done that myself, if I knew how to do it! But I can't handle it when he calls my comments on other comments 'competitive' (what? competitive against whom, Dragonsmane?) and it seems he is in fact projecting on to me like mad, and he knows this... Wonder how his dream incubation on 'projection' went? Maybe it is because of my new Earth First handle "Dragonwizard" which I only put together from some information posted on Earth First egroup anyway, but subconsciously he feels that there is just no room for two "dragons" in this town... And I am the johnny-come-later, so I am persona non grata. Smacks somewhat of sibling rivalry, doesn't it? Except that whereas in waking life I felt the sibling rivalry of the eldest being superseded, on these forums I am feeling the sibling rivalry of the middle, or youngest, superseding, but never having had a place anyway... Interesting! lol

Anyhoo, in my dream it is as if I am going back to my school chapel, only this time it isn't Dominican, but Carmelite [I was actually a committed lay Carmelite for a while, before lapsing as a Catholic] and in the chapel they have a creche, since it is Advent, with a straw mat anticipating the birth of the baby Jesus in a side-chapel... I reflect that Advent is much like Lent, since they are both religious periods of mounting climax leading to the respective anti-climaxes of Christmas and Easter, although in some ways Advent is less anti-climactic, since the real Second Coming hasn't happened yet (unless I was right about Osama bin Laden! lol), and Easter is bogged down under its weight of 'historical' or pseudo-historical baggage (not to mention both of their seasonal inappropriateness down under)... I have a whole side-chapel which seems to be mine, except that it seems to be less of a bedroom or 'cell', and more of a storage area, only partly cleared out, with all my storage stuff neatly stacked up and awaiting clearance. I also have a small ventriloquist's dummy accompanying me everywhere, and since it is a kind of school open day, he is amusing me and everyone with very smart, funny remarks; he also has a very cheeky, red face....

Comments and reflections (other than those I have already put into the body of the dream): Ventriloquist's dummy: obviously some kind of alter ego, much like Hank's... Omg, I forgot the name of Hank's puppet! D'oh.....Kulin, thanks, Sebi! Also very witty and amusing, and a real character in himself, like Hank's little Aboriginal alter ego Kulin;
cheeky, red face: interesting combination of brash, bold and aggressive, and embarrassed (i.e. initially unable to return to Carmelite community in Australia because of embarrassment over 'issues'?); similar inability to return, at least initially to Earth First Dreaming School forum because of embarrassment over 'issues'? Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose! And the wheel of karma turns in endless recurrence (Nietzsche) *sigh* ;-P

Later, it occurs to me that Dragonsmane's comment touches a very raw, and 'Catholic' nerve, because of his lately coming out with all that stuff about the prophecies of Fatima, his anti-abortion stance etc. To be quite frank, I do not entirely trust anyone who is anti-abortion, since the early revelation of my very Catholic and bumper-stickered Right-to-Life mum swinging easily to pro-abortion when my sister chose to get pregnant and married to someone my mum just did not like! My jaw dropped about ten feet at the time, at the sheer hypocrisy of it ('hypocrisy' comes from the 'persona' or mask of Greek actors, btw), but later I myself had absolutely no qualms about procuring an abortion, when it seemed the best and most compassionate thing to do at the time, for both myself and the unborn baby (who later reincarnated as Josh anyway, according to Aboriginal belief?); being still Catholic, I confessed it later anyway, on the offchance, but really was remarkably untroubled by my moral decision, despite all my to-and-froing beforehand, which made one clinic decide against it, in my case; the second clinic, however, since I had made my mind up, had no problems with it at all, they just said, I was one of the people they were there to help... and I thought so too! I do believe that Hecate, the dark goddess, among other things, of abortions, is not called the "dark mother of compassion" for nothing! And I am shocked by the neo-conservatism of guys like Dragonsmane and Paul (!) dictating their views on abortion to women, when at least Dragonsmane for one is never likely to be in that situation himself, being gay! It seems they are just presuming to be 'more Catholic than the Pope'??! ;-P

Yes, it seems that deceptively simple 'dream fragment' has unpacked into a whole revelation of issues surrounding, not only unborn babies (!), but also around the idea of the 'Second Coming', or the possibly anticlimactic nature of the end of the Mayan galactic calendar, despite all the prophecies and hooha? lol On a deeper level, maybe the real 'Second Coming' never will occur while we are still squabbling, in our pettiness and sibling rivalry, over who is the real 'baby Jesus', and fail to realize that we are all the 'baby Jesus' in our own uniquely incarnate ways!

This blog post just goes on and on: the dreamwork never stops! It seems to relate also to a much earlier poem, written under entirely different (political) circumstances, that now seems eerily prophetic:


The Politics of Christmas 1997.
How can you write about Christmas
when Advent still stands empty,
an upturned coolamon,
awaiting the angels of reconciliation?
2/12/97

Whether or not Dragonsmane's dream incubation on projection worked, here is a little parable from Kate that might help:
> 4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path [i.e. the 'scandalon' or stumbling block]. In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
And also this one, speaking of 'sibling rivalry'! lol
> 5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts... Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. ;-P

Another poignant, non-plot-related quote from The Danish Girl: "And wasn't that the inexhaustible struggle for Greta? Her perpetual need to be alone but always loved, and in love. 'Do you ever think I'll fall in love?' Lili had begun to ask, as spring returned and the grey seeped out of the harbour, replaced by the blue. 'Do you think something like that could ever happen to me?'" (p. 258)

On another book-related topic, found a copy of The Magus in the 50c bin outside an op shop today, and couldn't resist it; even though I now know that it is yet another thing Neurocam isn't, I think I will enjoy re-reading it, and wondering if I will ever get to hear from Neurocam again, re the white-mask assignment? My white mask was starting to gather dust there, so I put it away in my odds-and-sods/decorations cupboard ;-P

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Blue Spectral Storm, Blue Crystal Storm year

From my email:
>Tiwaz & the Red Solar Earth... Well as we are coming to the end of History of Humanity, the closing of the 5th Sun, as prophecied by the Galactic Maya, it is fitting that this March 20, 2005, will be Death year 101, in the Emperor cycle. We are struggling with those Theocratic tendencies, especially when it comes to O.T.O. and other liber, radical Thelemic groups, and anti-Thelemic groups, etc. I think the whole aspect of Maat, and the energy of the Na'Ton coming here from the future, mixing with the Aeon of Horus is opening doors. Ultimately its all about having a good laugh as the walls of Jericho come down. Capitalism and communism are going to have their last great war, as predicted in the third prophecy of Fatima, and since Sister Luci just died Feb 13, 2005, this World War III might be sooner than later. Let's get it over with. All the Fatima prophecies happened on day 13, May 13, 1917, July 13, 1917, and October 13, 1917, and Luci herself died on Feb 13, 2005, some 88 years later. The Prophecy of the Dancing Rainbow Sun. The Lord of the Rings makes a fitting analogy to the end of imperialism, slavery, exploitation, colonialization, war and economic brainwashing. May the new order be revealed, the Sixth Sun blossom in the Bliss of Nuit. Ecstasy of Hadit. Listening to the words of Hoor-pa-kraat. Btw, March 20, 2014 starts the Hierophant cycle in the Thelemic calendar. Finally wisdom! Liberation and enlightenment. In lak'esh, Sunwolf.

Oh, and btw, you can really have fun messing with Cameron Diaz (not to mention getting down and dirty) @ http://www.funny-jokes-online.com/ !

"'Right you are,' said Murchison. 'My motto is the same as Tommie's, "There's no bad beer, though some beer's better than others."' - Dion Fortune, The Winged Bull ;-))

White Planetary Mirror, galactic activation portal

From the Danish girl (without giving away too much of the plot):
"That was long before Lili showed up, but even then Greta knew she had married a man who would take her somewhere unlike anywhere she'd ever been. It was what she had first seen in Teddy, although that turned out to be not the case with him. But Einar was different. He was strange. He almost didn't belong to this world. And on most days, Greta felt, neither did she." (p. 112)
This could almost be the story of my life so far, except that Gerda = me, Lili = Nemi, Teddy = Russell, Einar = Bjorn Erik! ;-))

Can you believe Autumn is almost here? It is going to be interesting with a Mercury Retrograde this month, and enjoy March... may the luck of the Irish be with you! I like March already, with Bearden's cool rooming house collage in my calendar ;-))
Astro-Newsletter from AstroDaija.com - Volume 1 No. 3
March 2005 Stellar Scopes
- by Daija DeMornay
Pisces
Saturn in my 11th house of friendships and associations, illuminates these? Or at least lends a certain seriousness and 'gravitas' to them... Mercury retrograde begins the 19th, prepare for delays in progress, but only until the 12th of April (my birthday: woo hoo!), when everything comes together without a hitch. Spiritual Blessing: Living in the present, and planning for the future, guarantees continued success.
Virgo rising:
A planetary party awaits you this month (woo hoo!) as your planetary ruler, Mercury, turns retrograde on the 19th. Everything in perfect time, and in perfect order will be your motto as your life seems to be progressing toward more financial stability. The foundation of your deepest and most personal relationships are more about how favorable or unfavorable you see them versus how they see you. It isn't difficult to find someone to "love you," but more about if you can find a person you can "love." After the 21st, you may reconnect with someone from your past. (Cool... about bloody time!) A new air to romance that perhaps wasn't there before is present. Watch for deception in both words and deed. (Yikes!) Spiritual Blessing: Equality and individuality matters most to you now.
Libra (Josh, my son):
Business and personal relationships are high priority as you approach the 19th. Taking the backseat in your life now is family. (What else is new? ;-P) We all need a break from obligation every now and again, so don't beat yourself up too hard. Mom, Dad, siblings and children will certainly understand if you enjoy some time for yourself. During the latter half of the month you will begin to realign your committments and contracts enabling a better 'risk free' 2nd quarter, financially speaking. Understandably so you are feeling joy now, and ready to plan and play. A significant something arrives in your life, bringing plenty of negotiation. Spiritual Blessing: Loyalty and Obligation will have a new meaning for you.
Scorpio (Bjorn Erik):
Gear up and get out of that wintery slump, it's time to join a gym or at least begin a new exercise regime, or even just new scenery, will do! The Ides of March ring in these longer sunny spring days with a watery approach to just about everything you do; yes, there certainly seems to be a natural ebb and flow to your daily routine. This is certainly the time of year to step out of familiar surroundings and into a paradise of sorts and strut your stuff, and you will be noticed. (lol!) After the 19th you sense a natural freedom, whether in your personal relationships or intrinsically, there is a 'new you' about to sprout. ENJOY! Spiritual Blessing: Love means. . . always saying you're sorry.
Sagittarius (my mum):
Busy as a bee is what other's will see this month as they watch you perform your daily duties from the 1st thru the 19th. After that time you will begin to relax a bit, allowing the dust to settle; just be sure to pay close attention to your priorities, especially in business. Financially you are secure, perhaps more secure than you realize. You have certainly worked hard and are now able to see your blessing in the form of cash in the bank.Your close personal relationships may have suffered somewhat (!!!), but now you are prepared to nurture those nearest and dearest. A hidden message brings a huge surprise later in the month. Spiritual Blessing: Your creativity is peaking, exercise your God given talents and gifts.

red solar earth

I love Crown Princess Mary! She is so naturalized already, that she sounds (charmingly) like a non-native-speaker of English! Omg, she misses Fruit Tingles! http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/s1108773.htm
And just when I was wondering if I would ever get an egg to come out right, today's came out perfectly!
Speaking of "Danish delights", another good vibe has also come my way out of Denmark, via a book that Sebi wants me to "pre-read", namely The Danish Girl, by David Ebershoff; it is beautifully crafted and evocative, with so much of the Danish atmosphere, it feels like a translation rather than an outsider looking in, even down to including lots of Danish words and place names. It takes me right back to Scandinavia - Denmark is after all right next door to Norway, being just a hop, skip and jump over the water, and the language is also the next thing to being there. It is the story of Einar, an artist, who is in the process of being transgendered into Lili, along with his marriage to fellow artist Gerta, and the complications this causes in their relationship. I can really relate personally to it, because it reminds me so poignantly of Bjorn Erik's psychotic 'transgenderation' (if that is a word), which unfortunately could never become a full-blown transgenderation, because of his psychiatric background, as he knew full well in his more lucid moments... But I can really empathise with the situation of a woman who wakes up slowly to the fact that the man she married is no longer a he but a she... ;-P The book is so beautiful and moving, it shows that there is something else good coming out of the state of Denmark, and not just "something rotten", as in Hamlet's time... ;-))

Yellow Galactic Owl/Warrior

Wow! So much to take in, just from Sister Wendy's judicious sampling of the Met, I feel overwhelmed just by that sample!
Hatshepsut has not died; she remains a female's female role model for all time. And those little false pharaohs' beards were no more a sign of being in drag than a female lawyer wearing the traditional barrister's wig! Not to mention the Frenchwoman Villers who painted herself to great acclaim when everyone thought she was the male artist David... Neo-Classical light on the old 'problem' of 'why there are no great female artists'!
And the shades of cannibalism in the Ugolino: shades of last night's Hannibal Lecter dream after all? But they are all beautiful, all good, even in their agony...with the possible exception of that unfortunate "mistake" of Vermeer: yes, even the great Vermeer was capable of mistakes, Sister Wendy!
And since it is a day for questioning (everything), without fear, has anyone else noticed that not one egg has managed to survive being cracked into the pan lately, without the yolk breaking? Is it just me, or the eggs I have been lately, or a sign of age, that we notice these things and then wish for the days when fried eggs had unbroken yolks? *sigh*
And yes, Sebi, I know I did dream lots last night, and struggled vainly to recall it all on waking (I certainly have that 'tired' feeling you do after a night busy doing stuff on the astral!), but it was all gone... Hopefully you will have better luck with the recall than I, dream-partner! ;-))