for the sake of passion

Update: Mission accomplished.
Kudos to Alex, the Celtic Rebel for opening up a topic so badly in need of mending.
I had a load of fun & the time flew by 

On Sunday night I shall again be dropping by the Celtic Rebel’s …

… Top Secret Underground Command Bunker

We’re going to broach a topic that needs some serious healing …

The GREAT MAN-WOMAN-DIVIDE

It’s is a very tricky topic.

I’ve mulled over it for a looooong time.

I have never quite been able to get a ‘handle’ on it.

I think now I know why I got stuck.

I think the relationship between the sexes was designed to be that of dance partners.

Dual majestic forces, swirling …

Dancing to rhythms our hearts have forgotten …

Igniting beauty …

… igniting joy

igniting life

Extraordinary partners in an extraordinarily important Dance Hall

… Therefore one sex cannot possibly ‘figure out’ (or even out figure), the other.

But
we can meet somewhere …

… perhaps even in an underground bunker & endeavour to reconnect with the rhythms that our souls & soles are craving.

There is under-recognised power in honestly voiced words.

I watched Lenon Honor‘s documentary on the Gulf Oil Spill & somewhere along the way …

… the toxic spill of that story evaporated from my consciousness.  It was there one minute & gone the next.

I know not about the ‘reality’, but my mind is clean again.

“To owe one too”

My son told me of how for a while the whole 2012 ‘thing’ had gotten into him.  He told a friend & it got into his friend too.  The friend researched.  Somewhere along the way this friend made a light-hearted comment …

“… that at least they’d get two years to play a long awaited video game.”

Something in that sentence extracted the poison from my son.

It interests me greatly, this therapy that comes through the release (real ease) of internal pressure.
There seems to be some exquisite healing agent that exists within honest expression – something our hearts & souls can easily digest. So many times I have found salvation through the utterance of glorious, powerful, open and/or funny statements.

That’s the kind of dance the Rebel & I will attempt on his show.

Enough said … till the Celtic Rebel’s Show on Sunday 1st August at 11.00pm Eastern US time.

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July 30, 2010. Uncategorized. 9 comments.

Going Numberground

I seem to be telling tales these days – promising articles that are tortoisely slow to appear.

They are under construction.
Truly.

… But life seems to be extra crooked right now, so I’m going with the warped flow & trusting that I’ll get where I thought I was going, at the rite moment.

In the meantime ……

This ponder-theoretical post arises from one of those great conversations that occur when two or more inquiring minds roam freely.

Somewhere in an after school conversation with my son, a yesterday or three ago, a dialogue opened up on numbers & he told me that certain numbers had a certain feel to him.

Funny isn’t it you live with someone for years, yet they never lose the power to surprise you (& thank god for that).

What follows are the sensings of a teenager.  My son is quick to point out that his feelings are subtle – yet he never faltered, hesitated or got confused in his descriptions.

I’m presenting these ‘sensings’ to you because ‘ideas beget more ideas.

Ideas & information are tools (& toys). And God knows, we need ALL the tools & toys can lay our hands & minds on.

I present them also because of the sneaking suspicion that we know a whole lot more than we think we do & it’s time to stop denying that.

So let’s start with the number 1 – it leads to a past’n’present sync with one of my most popular (she says modestly), articles.

Twinsel Town.

Twinsel Town also grew out of a conversation with my son.

It was hatched because of the char-actor (Arnold Judas) Rimmer from the English sci-fi comedy series Red Dwarf.


My son says: “Number 1 is like ‘Rimmer’.”

Wiki says: Rimmer is like this:

Rimmer’s primary character traits include anal-retentiveness, over-adherence to protocol, cowardice, misogyny, and a severely inflated ego matched only by his deep-seated sense of self-loathing“.

You always become the thing you hate the most.
Look at you, Lister: obnoxious, ruthless, single-minded, insensitive:
you’re more like me than I am.” (Rimmer)

Other Rimmer-like personifications for numero uno from my son:-

Never climb high, not smart enough, pointy, snidey, life’s never given them a chance“.

Remind you of anything?

Well it reminded me of the unbelievably slow, long-haul crawl of humanity.

You may have heard of humanity – a bunch of eejits who have evolved spiritually, emotionally & psychically at the speed of a one legged centipede on crutches.

Any ONE up for a bit of number play?


The ONE is Dead, Long Live the NEO

I’ll bet you thought you were there, for that original release of The ONE, via a red pill, way back in 1999.

You were wrong of course.

But then you & I usually are.

The genie of that bottle was uncorked over a thousand years ago. From the year 1000 AD until 31st December, 1999, history was driven by the number ONE & all the energies that it resonates.

The 2nd millennium was a period of time that commenced on January 1, 1001 (Arabian Nights anyone?) ...


[It] encompasses the High Middle Ages, the Renaissance, the Early Modern Age

the age of Colonialism, industrialization, the rise of nation states, and culminates in the 20th century with the impact of science, widespread educationvaccinations in many nations


The centuries of expanding large-scale warfare with high-tech weaponry (of the World Wars and nuclear bombs) … and the return of the Olympics (lest we forget).”

And what of the lives of the everyday people in that thousand year span, you ask?

Never climb high, not smart enough, pointy, snidey, life’s never given them a chance“.

Is this the energy of the ONE, that impacted upon a thousand years of humanity?

How great was the power of that digit to direct the coursing of history?

There’s 2 reasons I’m playing with this mad theory & we’ll return to them in a moment.

First off I want to present some further subtle numerical sensings – take, leave, question or jettison as you will – just please, please keep keep your damned mind operating.

Number 3:  “Dim, simple, non aggressive, not into conflict or violence

Number 8:  “Strong but doesn’t have a will of it’s own / can be used for good or evil

Number 4:Fair, even, stable

Number 9:Black, shiny, corporate  – multi national / dark energy – greed / executor – the number of the people who run this world.”

Number 7: The “Swiss army knife” of numbers – lots of uses / has it’s own free will / quite a ‘human’ number.”

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And now we come 2 Number 2.

It was the ideas that sprang from my son’s take on the number 2, that sent my fingers to the keyboard of this little conjecture-post.

He said: Number 2 is “Cunning – like a fox.

A dictionary defining of ‘cunning’ =  “skillful in deception; sly; crafty

I was fascinated by this idea.

I’ve been researching mythology.
The picture of a trickster emerged & took centre stage.

Previously, on planet Earth, I had read that the number 2 is the number of the feminine & that switching into the new millennium (2000), meant putting the divine feminine firmly in the driving seat, so to speak.

I’m not convinced.

I know not what the divine feminine is, though I’m sure that the twists & marketed turns of the nouvelle feminine have bugger all to do with it.

However …
… if I put on my seeing aye glasses, I see patterns.
Lots of crafty patterns.
I see ten years of trixstery-ness.

In mythology, and in the study of folklore and religion, a trickster is a god, goddess, spirit, man, woman, or anthropomorphic animal who plays tricks or otherwise disobeys normal rules and conventional behaviour … The trickster deity breaks the rules of the gods or nature, sometimes maliciously…” wiki

Back when we were all ONE (last century),  there seemed to be quite delineated markers to life.  Goodly, & badly-ness were reasonably defined.  The outlines of life were kinda visible. Paths were signposted.  Life was progressed through in a somewhat orderly manner. There was an appearance of orderliness in the pattern of life. Or so it seemed to me.

That all changed with the 2nd Coming.
Sorry, you weren’t still waiting for it were you?
Tucked into the page where I found …
… this image,
were these lyrics :
Things I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken place
A hymn to the universal trickster perhaps?

What happens if we launch ourselves back into the last ten years, from a different perspective.

What if we go looking for tricksters, jesters, joke-stars?


What happens if we …

open our eyes & wake up just a little?

Is it possible that we might see that we’ve been keeping a bunch of clowns very amused, as WE panicreacted to our world being tipped up & over …

& over again,
… what if they’ve been howling with laughter as we swallowed porkies …

bought into debts…

sold our souls …

& purchased shocks & shares in FEAR.

And then of course there’s the trickiest of the tricky – the creation of the 51st state of the US of A (52nd if you count Is-real)

Everyone’s welcomed into this state – no pas-sporting or fingerprinting necessary – heck you don’t even have to have been good.

Actually these days it’s a hole lot better if you’ve been bad.

Very bad.

Welcome to the Untied State of Gender, with it’s capital city, Confusion.


The Governor of the State of Gender, Trixie Ortreat has been an outstanding advocate of the New Sex Order.  His/her tireless efforts combined with generous media contributions have led to marked growth in the Same-Sex-Scene-Scenario. Experts have long understood that staying home & having sex with friends of your own gender is a far safer alternative to connecting with unknown people of the opposite sex  in new places.



Meanwhile studies in the
Ministry of Degradation have shown very positive & productive trends.  Experts are confidant that within the next ten years, sexual experiences will be plumbing hitherto unimaginable depths.


Frequently the Trickster figure exhibits gender and form variability, changing gender roles and engaging in same-sex practices. Such figures appear in Native American and First Nations mythologies, where they are said to have a two-spirit nature. Loki, the Norse trickster, also exhibits gender variability, in one case even becoming pregnant; interestingly, he shares the ability to change genders with Odin, the chief Norse deity who also possesses many characteristics of the Trickster.” wiki

Certain rumours, like oil (apparently), have surfaced:-

Wayne Madsen Report: Obama and Emanuel: Members of same gay bath house in Chicago.”

While it may be, au naturel, for tricksters to frolic freely with their own gender, I must wonder what price is being extracted from the children of humanity.

This is no diatribe against homosexuality, heterosexuality or even red hot sexuality – go where you will, but go with love.

However this is a diatribe against the Dire Tribe that is de(a)dicated to CON-FUSING the hell out of young human sexuality.  That Dire Tribe IS a malicious bunch.

Do you know how hard it is to try to protect the little ones today? To try & help them keep their feet on the ground long enough that they can make their OWN decisions, long enough for them to hear what their OWN bodies & desires are telling them.

It’s so bloody difficult. But never, never, never give up on your children & never underestimate the power of even a grain of truth that is given with love.

The difference between last century & this one seems quite phenomenal.  A world that seemed en route to somewhere shifted gear into chaos with the drowning of two towers in fire.

What an amazing TRICK that was.

What if from then until now we have been spectators of, & reactors to, the greatest magic show of all time.

What if we are now living in a world that runs by very different rules?

The rules of trickery.

The best gift I can leave you with is the work of a man who has been drawing some lines around what may be one of the biggest tricks of our times.

Additional:
A Nimage (like an image but more fun to write) popped into my waking up mind this morn. T’was the ONE of a Namerican dollar note that I’d spied t’other day. With it, came …

The Word
everywhere I go there 1 am

mONEy

or as my friend Michael pointed out recently

My One

Remembering …

Rimmer’s primary character traits include anal-retentiveness, over-adherence to protocol, cowardice, misogyny, and a severely inflated ego matched only by his deep-seated sense of self-loathing.”


interesting, n’est-ce pas?


July 25, 2010. Uncategorized. 18 comments.

ayyyy-t

Coming soon …

The Chess Bjord of the Underworld


In the meantime, the re-searchings for this future post have taken me into numerology territory & I’ve borrowed numerologist extraordinaireEllis Taylor‘s knowings of the number 8 & fleshed them out with images.


Numerology is not a theory; it is a science that has revealed amazing facts. Every single day since I first came across it I have been astonished by its insights and accuracy.
Ellis Taylor

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Number 8



 … is about power

…and wielding and weaving it …

… in a controlled, self centred, self-satisfying OR aggrandizing way.
______________

Government, law, military, elite, playing the game

… finance, business, religion, media, playing the game

… fraud, extortion, playing the game

censorship, editing, subversion

… mind, intellect
… instinct, memory
Medicine, growths, cancer, surgery, injection

Corpulence, nourishment
… Generation, regeneration …
Cycles

… programmes, reports, schedules

… circuits, tracks, routes, trains, delivery

… flow, currents

conveyors, coils, spirals, links, spin, gyrations, energy, power production

Machine, robotics, computers

Quests
… inheritance, genetics, same, duplication, cloning
… attention, criticism, victimisation, guilt
… accumulation, collecting, adoption

… focus, eyes, illusion, distraction, impersonation

Absorption

Extrusion, pumps
Bubbles…

… intrusion, invasion, disruption

… collate, merging, marriage, collision, intercourse
… connections, links, binding, chains, attachment, contact

karma, justice, balance, scales

Mirror, shadow, ‘as above so below’

repetition, keeps on …

Security, protection
Baptism, Sacrifice, Suicide
Construction, manufacture, structure
Motorcycles, trucks, engines
… Systems, efficiency, organisation, control, opposite, separation, stress, duress, discipline

In nature such things as earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, avalanches, wind, cyclones, floods, tsunamis and (cosmically) comets, are to do with 8.
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Response from Ellis Taylor:



One thing I noticed in the comments…infinity…though a ‘dead’ 8-type-figure is used to symbolise it, (as I suggest in the article): 8 stands for interminable rather than infinite. 8 is never free.

Above info taken from the excellent Ex Sept in F8 – An article in “The 2012 Mega-Spell Exposé series” – which includes Number 8: Ringmasters  Gate Keepers & Gate Crashers

Additional: Returning to the ideas of the last few posts – here’s a snippet form my great friend Michael Skaggs that includes some interesting descriptions of the sun.
Plus some words from my great friend Devin (My Favo(u)rite Monsters)
Among the limitations of the central metaphor of “light” are the … categorical differentiation between the light source and its light.”

July 12, 2010. Uncategorized. 13 comments.

No Ordinary Sun

I passed some wild ideas by my son today.  I often do.

Our discussion honed in on the atomic testing that took place in the Pacific during the second half of the recent century.  He quoted a line from a poem he has been studying at school & tucked inside it were three words: –

the monstrous sun

After my recent sideways look at the sun, I was intrigued.

I read the poem No Ordinary Sun – for me it sparkled ideas from past & current research.

I think it can be very powerful to turn 
our worlds, 
our words, 
our history, 
our selves 
& our knowledge 
upside down for a little while.

You just never know what might fall out.
The following poem by Hone Tuwhare, might be talking of a tree that has felt the effects of nuclear testing.

But perhaps it is not.

It might be talking about your life.

Or mine.

Or it might be making a humanitarian offering –  reminding us to look again…


… at what we have worshipped or still are worshipping.

To check carefully at what price admission is charged…


… & to remember that we can lower our arms &
get up off our knees

… if we choose.

Tree let your arms fall:

raise them not sharply in supplication
to the bright enhaloed cloud.

Let your arms lack toughness and
resilience for this is no mere axe

to blunt nor fire to smother.


Your sap shall not rise again
to the moon’s pull.
No more incline a deferential head
to the wind’s talk, or stir
to the tickle of coursing rain.

Your former shagginess shall not be

wreathed with the delightful flight
of birds nor shield
nor cool the ardour of unheeding

lovers from the monstrous sun.

Tree let your naked arms fall

nor extend vain entreaties to the radiant ball.
This is no gallant monsoon’s flash,
no dashing trade wind’s blast.
The fading green of your magic
emanations shall not make pure again
these polluted skies . . . for this
is no ordinary sun.

O tree
in the shadowless mountains
the white plains and
the drab sea floor
your end at last is written…




… Or then again, do we take hold of a mighty pen & claim the right to right our own ending-slash-beginnings.

July 5, 2010. Uncategorized. 4 comments.