As soon as I can.
Bet on the blue horse.
Come and get it.
Don't sweat the thunderstorms.
Even the old die young.
Forever young.
Go to the river.
Help is still on the way.
Is anybody out there?
Just a minute.
Knock Knock
Let me in.
Make it up.
Nobody knows.
Often is good enough.
Polish the silver.
Quarrymen rock.
Resonate.
Suffocate.
Toothache.
Underhanded.
Verily, verily, I say unto you.
West is best.
Xhonorated.
Yammer, yammer.
Zen.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Alphabet of Thoughts I
Attachment causes all the problems.
Belief is a limitation.
Cancer is a disease of the soul.
Don't do what I do.
Everybody hurts.
For God's sake, breathe.
God IS one of us.
Help is on the way.
Is there a doctor in the house.
Just a few more minutes.
Keep believing... what?
Let's begin.
Make money.
Not on my watch you won't.
Open the door.
Point me in the right direction.
Question everything.
Right is wrong.
So what!
That's what I said.
Under and over.
Very good.
Wrong is right.
Xactly.
Yes.
Z end.
Belief is a limitation.
Cancer is a disease of the soul.
Don't do what I do.
Everybody hurts.
For God's sake, breathe.
God IS one of us.
Help is on the way.
Is there a doctor in the house.
Just a few more minutes.
Keep believing... what?
Let's begin.
Make money.
Not on my watch you won't.
Open the door.
Point me in the right direction.
Question everything.
Right is wrong.
So what!
That's what I said.
Under and over.
Very good.
Wrong is right.
Xactly.
Yes.
Z end.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
TURTLE WOMAN's AUTO-WRITINGS...
FYI!
Use your discernment and by all means....
ENJOY!
Vim
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Turtle Woman’s Automatic Writings
Monday, 6:36 a.m.
February 19, 2007
Such good is flowing in. The doors are finally opening and that which we have awaited is finally manifesting. Joy inside. Lovely joy just springs up at the most unexpected times.
The Vanguard has done their work. It is time for them to step back and breathe fresh air. What they have come to do has mostly been done with only residuals to be completed. It is their time for rest. The seeds were planted long ago. What was planted has matured and is about to come to fruition.
The paths widen between those who made their choices to live in the Light or be in darkness. You can not change the path for another. Each individual’s Free Will has sealed their fate. Those who have chosen to awaken and move into the Light will keep progressing upwards with greater speed as the doors open. It will become easier and easier for those who have matched the higher vibrations. The doors will slam shut and lock against those who have refused to awaken or who have abused power or chosen the paths of darkness. Their lives will continue to unravel and they will be miffed.
The dark ones are panicking as the doors start to slam shut in their faces. They slander, lash out against, and attack those who walk in Truth and the Light. They continue to use lies and side-long maneuvering to try to destroy those who stand in Truth and the Light. They disempower themselves through spite and viciousness. They give away their own power simply by not standing in Truth. They do not see they are not walking in beauty as long as they are in service to self. They hide behind arrogance. They are afraid now, as their misuse of power breaks apart their very foundations. The fall from being in service to self is long and hard. They scream and moan in the Light. They are in dire need of the healing of Grace.
The situation for those who walk in the Light will only continue to improve, no matter how much the dark ones launch offensives against them. The power of the Light is greater than that of the dark, and the dark can never win the battles it launches… it can only make the Light work more and for the Lightworkers to come together more to stand as One with Creator. The more the dark ones launch attacks, the more unified the Light becomes. We give them thanks for this!
The on going improvement in the well being and lives of the Lightworkers, the Tribe of 12 x 12, does not mean that challenges and problems will disappear. It means that they will simply pass through and beyond these things quickly. The solutions come quicker and faster. The negative situations will be more intense but will not “stick”. The Lightworkers have become Teflon. Nothing hard, negative, or permanently burnt sticks – everything washes clean easily. The doors to solutions are wide open. Old stuff is clearing out rapidly. That which is dark does not settle, but simply glances off, for it is ricocheting off the Creator’s Golden Light.
Those who have walked their talk in Truth are fully protected. The dark simply can not touch them, although it is trying hard. Those who walk in Truth with Creator and stand in the Light have become “bullet proof” from any real harm from the dark side. The dark ones are attacking more and more, yet those who walk in the Light with Creator simply can no longer be harmed. The protection is fully activated, above and below. This is not by chance but the result of the years of hard work put into raising the vibrations, within and without. If you have done your spiritual work, you are fully protected, no matter what the circumstances that present themselves.
Our friends in higher places are literally placing themselves between us and all threats. They still need to be invited to assist, so call on them several times a day. Give them carte blanche to work on your behalf for the Highest Good and according to Free Will. They will then be able to take care of situations instantaneously. That which needs to come to you now for your Highest Good is coming in full force. This time of intense challenge is short in duration and will turn around quickly in the not so distant future. Blessings from on high indeed. Walk in Knowing your path of Truth and Light is true and safe. Empower yourself, your Self and your Golden Light family above by giving them permission to act positively on your behalf, benefit, and Highest Good at all times.
Embrace this beautiful, challenging time we have entered. The darkness may have stepped up their activity, throwing everything they have at the Light, but they only waste their time and energy. This difficult vamping up and revving up of intense energy means your power in the Light for success for the Highest Good according to Free Will has vamped and revved up too.
This time of the greatest yin/yang means success is at your doorstep and the door is open. Invite it in. It means the time of reaping and harvest has come and that which each and every soul has set their mind to is manifesting. The gulf between those who reap great rewards and those who fall into their own pit are great indeed. Each soul will now start manifesting exactly what they have devoted their energies to. Your best dreams are finally arriving at your door.
Take this time and fully utilize it for your Greatest Good. Let the universe, the world, the life you’ve always wanted come into full manifestation. Give permission for your heart’s desires to be fully realized for Now on. The past, the darkness is vanishing from you from this point on as you continue to rise with the vibrations and become again the fully realized Light Being that you are.
The veil is so thin between you and your Self now. The surges of pure joy you are beginning to experience are your full connections to Self with no barriers. As these surges of joy increase in time and duration, you will suddenly come to the point where you will realize you’ve been standing at One in Self and Creator all along. You need never look back again. The veils will be fully gone. You will suddenly be home again in a nano second. And you will suddenly realize you’ve never actually been gone. It will be like suddenly awakening from a bad dream - because that is exactly what it is. You are not really here. You are “there” – and you always have been…
And until the moment you are fully aware that you are “there”, that you are home again, your journey from this point on will simply, exponentially, get better and better. You will manifest exactly what you want – not someone else’s version of what they have told you it will be – improving your life with each step forward and upward.
It is time to turn it all over to those loved ones above who remained at home as our lifelines. It is time to give them permission to act on our behalf, for our Highest Good and according to Free Will. It is time to give them permission to reel us in and help bring us home. And as long as we walk in beauty, which is in Truth and the Creator’s Golden Light, the journey will only get better and better, the vibrations rising higher and higher, the manifestations easier and purer. And, viola!, we will be suddenly home in the loving embrace of our heart’s and soul’s desires. Give our loved ones above permission now to help us in these final times in the Highest Good.
The Mother has already, like Elvis, “left the building”. She moved up and beyond into higher vibration. She has left 3D earth behind. She’s been gone since this past summer. Many have not realized it yet, as her “time” and our “time” do not reside in the same “time”. Slowly, the evidence of her soul departure will become quite evident. She has moved on into her higher vibrational Light body. For many months, some of the Vanguard have felt this “hollowness”. Some have felt the deep silence within the planet in her absence. The Mother had been silent for many months in preparation for her departure and now she is gone. The oceans of this world have started to die and the decay will continue to accelerate and spread more rapidly. The trees are losing their auras. There will be more mass animal die offs. The time has come to follow Mother’s example and rise with the vibrations with no resistance to hanging on to anything of the past.
Make each new nano second of your Now the next step up, manifesting each joy, each heart’s desire of the Highest Good, each deep soul longing as you go. All you have, all you’ve ever had is the very moment you are in. Now. Make that moment your very best. Your Now. Embrace it in the Golden Light of the Creator. Your Self, Creator, and home are here Now.
Reap your reward for service well done – for service to others instead of service to self. It is time for the second wave of Lightworkers to take over.
Thank you Vanguard for bringing higher consciousness into the mainstream, for standing in the Light for the Highest Good of All. Thank you for raising the vibrations by being the lightning rod for the Creator’s Light by both maintaining your connection with Self and Creator through meditation and by implanting the Light. Thank you for being the Voice and providing the physical vocal cords to make the call to Awaken and Be! Thank you for the honor you have bestowed on the Mother Earth and All Her Relations. Thank you, Vanguard, for the great sacrifice you have made to be here Now, to suffer through the lower vibrations for this great mission of upliftment and quantum advancement for All of Creation. Thank you for giving freely of yourself without violating Universal Law by having a hand out for payment or monetary reward for your work. Your time has come to rest and to reap the true rewards you have earned on high from Creator. It is time for all your dreams to come true. Bless you one and all. Home is so very near. The veil is so very thin. The rest is now out of our hands. Each will manifest their own.
Good job. Godspeed. Our personal joy begins. Blessings one and all!
Standing in the Golden Light of the Christ Power and the Violet Ray,
All My Relations in Love and Light,
Turtle Woman, Oma
Copywrite material 2007. Please do not add, delete or change in any manner. Please remove all email addresses if posting or forwarding.
Monday, 6:36 a.m.
February 19, 2007
Such good is flowing in. The doors are finally opening and that which we have awaited is finally manifesting. Joy inside. Lovely joy just springs up at the most unexpected times.
The Vanguard has done their work. It is time for them to step back and breathe fresh air. What they have come to do has mostly been done with only residuals to be completed. It is their time for rest. The seeds were planted long ago. What was planted has matured and is about to come to fruition.
The paths widen between those who made their choices to live in the Light or be in darkness. You can not change the path for another. Each individual’s Free Will has sealed their fate. Those who have chosen to awaken and move into the Light will keep progressing upwards with greater speed as the doors open. It will become easier and easier for those who have matched the higher vibrations. The doors will slam shut and lock against those who have refused to awaken or who have abused power or chosen the paths of darkness. Their lives will continue to unravel and they will be miffed.
The dark ones are panicking as the doors start to slam shut in their faces. They slander, lash out against, and attack those who walk in Truth and the Light. They continue to use lies and side-long maneuvering to try to destroy those who stand in Truth and the Light. They disempower themselves through spite and viciousness. They give away their own power simply by not standing in Truth. They do not see they are not walking in beauty as long as they are in service to self. They hide behind arrogance. They are afraid now, as their misuse of power breaks apart their very foundations. The fall from being in service to self is long and hard. They scream and moan in the Light. They are in dire need of the healing of Grace.
The situation for those who walk in the Light will only continue to improve, no matter how much the dark ones launch offensives against them. The power of the Light is greater than that of the dark, and the dark can never win the battles it launches… it can only make the Light work more and for the Lightworkers to come together more to stand as One with Creator. The more the dark ones launch attacks, the more unified the Light becomes. We give them thanks for this!
The on going improvement in the well being and lives of the Lightworkers, the Tribe of 12 x 12, does not mean that challenges and problems will disappear. It means that they will simply pass through and beyond these things quickly. The solutions come quicker and faster. The negative situations will be more intense but will not “stick”. The Lightworkers have become Teflon. Nothing hard, negative, or permanently burnt sticks – everything washes clean easily. The doors to solutions are wide open. Old stuff is clearing out rapidly. That which is dark does not settle, but simply glances off, for it is ricocheting off the Creator’s Golden Light.
Those who have walked their talk in Truth are fully protected. The dark simply can not touch them, although it is trying hard. Those who walk in Truth with Creator and stand in the Light have become “bullet proof” from any real harm from the dark side. The dark ones are attacking more and more, yet those who walk in the Light with Creator simply can no longer be harmed. The protection is fully activated, above and below. This is not by chance but the result of the years of hard work put into raising the vibrations, within and without. If you have done your spiritual work, you are fully protected, no matter what the circumstances that present themselves.
Our friends in higher places are literally placing themselves between us and all threats. They still need to be invited to assist, so call on them several times a day. Give them carte blanche to work on your behalf for the Highest Good and according to Free Will. They will then be able to take care of situations instantaneously. That which needs to come to you now for your Highest Good is coming in full force. This time of intense challenge is short in duration and will turn around quickly in the not so distant future. Blessings from on high indeed. Walk in Knowing your path of Truth and Light is true and safe. Empower yourself, your Self and your Golden Light family above by giving them permission to act positively on your behalf, benefit, and Highest Good at all times.
Embrace this beautiful, challenging time we have entered. The darkness may have stepped up their activity, throwing everything they have at the Light, but they only waste their time and energy. This difficult vamping up and revving up of intense energy means your power in the Light for success for the Highest Good according to Free Will has vamped and revved up too.
This time of the greatest yin/yang means success is at your doorstep and the door is open. Invite it in. It means the time of reaping and harvest has come and that which each and every soul has set their mind to is manifesting. The gulf between those who reap great rewards and those who fall into their own pit are great indeed. Each soul will now start manifesting exactly what they have devoted their energies to. Your best dreams are finally arriving at your door.
Take this time and fully utilize it for your Greatest Good. Let the universe, the world, the life you’ve always wanted come into full manifestation. Give permission for your heart’s desires to be fully realized for Now on. The past, the darkness is vanishing from you from this point on as you continue to rise with the vibrations and become again the fully realized Light Being that you are.
The veil is so thin between you and your Self now. The surges of pure joy you are beginning to experience are your full connections to Self with no barriers. As these surges of joy increase in time and duration, you will suddenly come to the point where you will realize you’ve been standing at One in Self and Creator all along. You need never look back again. The veils will be fully gone. You will suddenly be home again in a nano second. And you will suddenly realize you’ve never actually been gone. It will be like suddenly awakening from a bad dream - because that is exactly what it is. You are not really here. You are “there” – and you always have been…
And until the moment you are fully aware that you are “there”, that you are home again, your journey from this point on will simply, exponentially, get better and better. You will manifest exactly what you want – not someone else’s version of what they have told you it will be – improving your life with each step forward and upward.
It is time to turn it all over to those loved ones above who remained at home as our lifelines. It is time to give them permission to act on our behalf, for our Highest Good and according to Free Will. It is time to give them permission to reel us in and help bring us home. And as long as we walk in beauty, which is in Truth and the Creator’s Golden Light, the journey will only get better and better, the vibrations rising higher and higher, the manifestations easier and purer. And, viola!, we will be suddenly home in the loving embrace of our heart’s and soul’s desires. Give our loved ones above permission now to help us in these final times in the Highest Good.
The Mother has already, like Elvis, “left the building”. She moved up and beyond into higher vibration. She has left 3D earth behind. She’s been gone since this past summer. Many have not realized it yet, as her “time” and our “time” do not reside in the same “time”. Slowly, the evidence of her soul departure will become quite evident. She has moved on into her higher vibrational Light body. For many months, some of the Vanguard have felt this “hollowness”. Some have felt the deep silence within the planet in her absence. The Mother had been silent for many months in preparation for her departure and now she is gone. The oceans of this world have started to die and the decay will continue to accelerate and spread more rapidly. The trees are losing their auras. There will be more mass animal die offs. The time has come to follow Mother’s example and rise with the vibrations with no resistance to hanging on to anything of the past.
Make each new nano second of your Now the next step up, manifesting each joy, each heart’s desire of the Highest Good, each deep soul longing as you go. All you have, all you’ve ever had is the very moment you are in. Now. Make that moment your very best. Your Now. Embrace it in the Golden Light of the Creator. Your Self, Creator, and home are here Now.
Reap your reward for service well done – for service to others instead of service to self. It is time for the second wave of Lightworkers to take over.
Thank you Vanguard for bringing higher consciousness into the mainstream, for standing in the Light for the Highest Good of All. Thank you for raising the vibrations by being the lightning rod for the Creator’s Light by both maintaining your connection with Self and Creator through meditation and by implanting the Light. Thank you for being the Voice and providing the physical vocal cords to make the call to Awaken and Be! Thank you for the honor you have bestowed on the Mother Earth and All Her Relations. Thank you, Vanguard, for the great sacrifice you have made to be here Now, to suffer through the lower vibrations for this great mission of upliftment and quantum advancement for All of Creation. Thank you for giving freely of yourself without violating Universal Law by having a hand out for payment or monetary reward for your work. Your time has come to rest and to reap the true rewards you have earned on high from Creator. It is time for all your dreams to come true. Bless you one and all. Home is so very near. The veil is so very thin. The rest is now out of our hands. Each will manifest their own.
Good job. Godspeed. Our personal joy begins. Blessings one and all!
Standing in the Golden Light of the Christ Power and the Violet Ray,
All My Relations in Love and Light,
Turtle Woman, Oma
Copywrite material 2007. Please do not add, delete or change in any manner. Please remove all email addresses if posting or forwarding.
Monday, January 01, 2007
The FUTURE: And The Beat Goes On...
I have been re-reading predictions made for years past and am not too amazed to find that many did not come true as predicted, while predictions that general trends would continue DID. It is tricky business to predict the future. Even wise astrologers remind us that "we are more than our stars." We have choice and good sense to guide us through the times. That being said, I will jump into the predictive fray here with my take on the coming year:
Everything's OK.
The Beat Goes On...
Vim
#1 Birth-Life-Death will go on as before, but SOME of us will quit fighting it.All in all, I think we're gonna be OK. And we will meet back here again in a year and compare notes and find that we are making it through the changes as well as can be expected. Some of us will even thrive. So HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone and may your year bring you all good things for the BEST kind of world we can construct.
#2 Love will keep happening, though some of us will find it in new and unusual places.
#3 Likewise, many of us will find happiness in new and unusual places, by giving up on our old definitions.
#4 Some of us will take Nemesis' advice and see more of our life's happenings with gratitude.
#5 As a result our lives will smooth out from within.
#6 Old and useless aspects of our lives will continue to fall away.
#7 We will let some friends go, but we will find new ones that are better suited to who we are becoming.
#8 Some of us will finally travel while others will finally get to stay home.
#9 The grass will continue to grow and we will continue to mow ;-)
#10 Some of the well will get sick, some of the sick will get well.
#11 Angels or a facsimile of such will continue to watch over us.
#12 Renovation of the world will continue and we'll quit fighting THAT too.
#13 Many will upgrade and be happy about it.
#14 Many will downsize and be equally happy about it.
#15 Ideas and thoughts will flourish but some of us will take them less to heart as we continue to learn to think for ourselves.
#16 Healthy dis-ILLUSION-ment will continue as we rely less and less on what we BELIEVE and rely instead on what we KNOW.
#17 Many will FIND themselves, unless, of course they LOSE themselves.
#18 We will continue to beat loudly on the doors of our own souls in an effort to wake ourselves up and some of us will succeed.
#19 Some will quit looking for the answers where they AREN'T.
#20 Many will FIND The Answer where it IS.
Everything's OK.
The Beat Goes On...
Vim
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
WHITE BUFFALO CALF KILLED BY LIGHTNING...
I have just learned of the death of Miracle's Second Chance, the white buffalo calf born recently in Janesville, WI. My gut feeling is that this tragic death is somehow related to the beginnings of the purifications mentioned in my previous post.
The calf was born during a severe lightning storm and has gone out the same way. Lightning denotes purification in the Native American tradition. It is more an uprighting of the upside down than anything. Correcting, yet disorienting.
Listen with your hearts and all will be well.
All blessings to you on this harrowing, yet fascinating journey,
Vimala
LINK to the story: http://www.gazetteextra.com/whitebuffalo112706.asp
The calf was born during a severe lightning storm and has gone out the same way. Lightning denotes purification in the Native American tradition. It is more an uprighting of the upside down than anything. Correcting, yet disorienting.
Listen with your hearts and all will be well.
All blessings to you on this harrowing, yet fascinating journey,
Vimala
LINK to the story: http://www.gazetteextra.com/whitebuffalo112706.asp
THE FIFTH DAY OF THE GALACTIC UNDERWORLD BEGINS...
I am a little late posting this but the period of the Mayan calendar referred to here will last for 360 days, so it is still relative. Though the external world may fall apart, we will finally get our inner sh*t together which is no small thing. Congratulations ahead of time! Ride the wind, Vimala
"The 5th Day is a period of “Light.” In fact the brightest period of “light in the entire cycle. In a plants life this is when new chemicals are produced that carry the message to form buds. In human history, it was this section when Art was invented, the message of Jesus moved over the earth, Mr. Einstein discovered the theory of relativity and America with the victory of WWI rose to world power." --Ian Xel Lungold
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ARTICLE:
We are currently approaching the beginning of the Fifth day of the Galactic Underworld, November 24, 2006 and most people have experienced how things have heated up since the midpoint of the current night, May 27, 2006. In fact, the evolution of consciousness is fundamentally driven by the Light of future Heavens and Underworlds and so we are already now being influenced by it both in the form of world events and personal experiences.
In each of the Underworlds the Fifth day is the era of the breakthrough of the phenomena of that particular Underworld and from this we may have certain expectations of what is to come. The overall purpose of the current Galactic Underworld is to bring a balance between East and West as well as between the left rational and the right intuitive brain hemispheres.
In short, as it will mean a significant downfall of western dominance in the world it will allow for the coming together of the cultures of the East and the West. Very likely, it will generate a downfall of the American dollar and ensuing altered economic relationships in the world.
It also seems as if the days are the periods that bring the most earth changes and natural catastrophes and this will very likely also mark the coming day, November 24, 2006 – November 19, 2007. It simply seems as if when human beings are regaining their inner wholeness their control of the external world as a consequence is lost and the Fifth day is exactly such a period, which will create the conditions for such inner unity and wholeness.
Part of the development of this inner wholeness will come from a major step forward in the development of our intuition which essentially is mediated by the right brain half that is now about to be strengthened. In fact, without the development of this intuition we will not be able to use the increasingly shorter windows of opportunity that in different ways will be presented to us.
What there is to do is to fully accept and embrace the very significant energy shift that is now brought by the beginning of the Fifth day and I recommend people everywhere to celebrate on November 23-24 the arrival of the energy of Quetzalcoatl as part of the Breakthrough Celebration (www.breakthroughcelebration.com).
The Fifth day energy of the Galactic Underworld means that its manifestations will truly break through into the world and after this it will become apparent to everyone that we will never again return to the stable materialist mind set of the lower Planetary Underworld. We must welcome the shift that is now taking place in the global energy field and the opportunity it gives us to create balance between East and West, rationality and intuition and man and woman.
For most people the Breakthrough Energy of the Fifth day will be the most powerful transformative energy that they experienced as part of the divine plan. Let us celebrate and prepare together and above all be conscious of the changes that we may now expect based on the Mayan calendar.
Carl Johan Calleman, 11 Chicchan, 7.16.5 of the Galactic Underworld (October 19, 2006) Lelystad, Netherlands cjcalleman@swipnet.se
"The 5th Day is a period of “Light.” In fact the brightest period of “light in the entire cycle. In a plants life this is when new chemicals are produced that carry the message to form buds. In human history, it was this section when Art was invented, the message of Jesus moved over the earth, Mr. Einstein discovered the theory of relativity and America with the victory of WWI rose to world power." --Ian Xel Lungold
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ARTICLE:
We are currently approaching the beginning of the Fifth day of the Galactic Underworld, November 24, 2006 and most people have experienced how things have heated up since the midpoint of the current night, May 27, 2006. In fact, the evolution of consciousness is fundamentally driven by the Light of future Heavens and Underworlds and so we are already now being influenced by it both in the form of world events and personal experiences.
In each of the Underworlds the Fifth day is the era of the breakthrough of the phenomena of that particular Underworld and from this we may have certain expectations of what is to come. The overall purpose of the current Galactic Underworld is to bring a balance between East and West as well as between the left rational and the right intuitive brain hemispheres.
In short, as it will mean a significant downfall of western dominance in the world it will allow for the coming together of the cultures of the East and the West. Very likely, it will generate a downfall of the American dollar and ensuing altered economic relationships in the world.
It also seems as if the days are the periods that bring the most earth changes and natural catastrophes and this will very likely also mark the coming day, November 24, 2006 – November 19, 2007. It simply seems as if when human beings are regaining their inner wholeness their control of the external world as a consequence is lost and the Fifth day is exactly such a period, which will create the conditions for such inner unity and wholeness.
Part of the development of this inner wholeness will come from a major step forward in the development of our intuition which essentially is mediated by the right brain half that is now about to be strengthened. In fact, without the development of this intuition we will not be able to use the increasingly shorter windows of opportunity that in different ways will be presented to us.
What there is to do is to fully accept and embrace the very significant energy shift that is now brought by the beginning of the Fifth day and I recommend people everywhere to celebrate on November 23-24 the arrival of the energy of Quetzalcoatl as part of the Breakthrough Celebration (www.breakthroughcelebration.com).
The Fifth day energy of the Galactic Underworld means that its manifestations will truly break through into the world and after this it will become apparent to everyone that we will never again return to the stable materialist mind set of the lower Planetary Underworld. We must welcome the shift that is now taking place in the global energy field and the opportunity it gives us to create balance between East and West, rationality and intuition and man and woman.
For most people the Breakthrough Energy of the Fifth day will be the most powerful transformative energy that they experienced as part of the divine plan. Let us celebrate and prepare together and above all be conscious of the changes that we may now expect based on the Mayan calendar.
Carl Johan Calleman, 11 Chicchan, 7.16.5 of the Galactic Underworld (October 19, 2006) Lelystad, Netherlands cjcalleman@swipnet.se
Thursday, November 02, 2006
FACING OUR FEARS...
This post is in response to the No-Eyes Prophecies published by Mary Summer Rain [see excerpt below].
It is basically a list of events that are occurring in the world, mostly political upheaval and earth changes.
The list concludes with an abrupt resolution of the turbulent conditions we see around us.
I wonder about it's cause...
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The thing I wonder about it the LEAP that must occur between the last two stages listed.
What happens to shift everything.
I know that the Controllers/Masters of the present system... their power rests squarely on the backs of the people.
And that our ignorance and oppression keeps us in our place.
Something must happen within the psyche's of the people for this leap to take place.
I think it may have something to do with Fear and our rising above Fear.
Much of what we do and accept, we do and accept out of fear of consequences.
Some of the bravest people I know are ones who have gotten to the point where they say "what more can they do to me?" or "I've got nothing to lose..." people who no longer resist the fates but go at it full bore...people who look their fears in the face and then move past them.
This is happening.
In our daily lives and in the greater world.
Things are being unmasked.
We are more Knowing about in the workings of the inner and outer worlds.
Our heart rates are slowing down and we are more sure of ourselves.
There is a Native tribe that teaches its children that when they are having a nightmare... like being pursued in a dream... if they will turn around and go INTO the thing that is pursing them, the thing will disappear and where it was, they would find a treasure.
The treasure of that last stage... Phoenix flying free... may hinge on just that sort of process.
If we will look at the whole thing, our fears within and the fears without... if we will stop and face them with all openness and perhaps even innocence, then just perhaps, we will find the peace on earth that so many of us anticipate.
Just some thoughts,
Vim
It is basically a list of events that are occurring in the world, mostly political upheaval and earth changes.
The list concludes with an abrupt resolution of the turbulent conditions we see around us.
I wonder about it's cause...
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The thing I wonder about it the LEAP that must occur between the last two stages listed.
What happens to shift everything.
I know that the Controllers/Masters of the present system... their power rests squarely on the backs of the people.
And that our ignorance and oppression keeps us in our place.
Something must happen within the psyche's of the people for this leap to take place.
I think it may have something to do with Fear and our rising above Fear.
Much of what we do and accept, we do and accept out of fear of consequences.
Some of the bravest people I know are ones who have gotten to the point where they say "what more can they do to me?" or "I've got nothing to lose..." people who no longer resist the fates but go at it full bore...people who look their fears in the face and then move past them.
This is happening.
In our daily lives and in the greater world.
Things are being unmasked.
We are more Knowing about in the workings of the inner and outer worlds.
Our heart rates are slowing down and we are more sure of ourselves.
There is a Native tribe that teaches its children that when they are having a nightmare... like being pursued in a dream... if they will turn around and go INTO the thing that is pursing them, the thing will disappear and where it was, they would find a treasure.
The treasure of that last stage... Phoenix flying free... may hinge on just that sort of process.
If we will look at the whole thing, our fears within and the fears without... if we will stop and face them with all openness and perhaps even innocence, then just perhaps, we will find the peace on earth that so many of us anticipate.
Just some thoughts,
Vim
“Crouching/Massive Revolts & Government Turnaround -- Taxation refusals, war resistance, policy disagreements within government body, major upheavals within governments.
“Flying Free/Rise of the Age of Peace --- Total equality among people, discontinuance of all meat ingestion, construction reforms, cessation of most severe natural disasters, pollution-free energy innovations by way of the Earth’s magnetic field, rise of the Indian nation through widespread adaptation of its Ways of natural living and deep human philosophy.”
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
LOST BY SEARCHING
I have spent the past year and a half chasing the wind, looking for my life, and hitting the proverbial brick wall at every turn... sort of. And I have come to the conclusion that whatever it is that we are all looking for, no matter the form, perhaps it just plain doesn't exist. And that MAY be because what we are looking for isn't lost at all, but only appears to be lost BECAUSE we perceive it to be OUT there somewhere, when actually it is right here in our own back yards, under our noses and in our own selves. What if it is the very ACT of searching that creates the loss of the searched-for thing?
I submitted myself to a soul-retrieval session this past week. One of those bizarre things people do, going out and fetching up lost parts of our souls that got stuck in the netherworlds during the miriad of life traumas we humans seem so hell-bent on enduring. We found four of these pieces. All associated with traumatic deaths and losses of loved ones as well as disappointments. I am now a sewn up Frankenstein of person, stitched together, trying to re-member how to be whole again.
I submitted myself to a soul-retrieval session this past week. One of those bizarre things people do, going out and fetching up lost parts of our souls that got stuck in the netherworlds during the miriad of life traumas we humans seem so hell-bent on enduring. We found four of these pieces. All associated with traumatic deaths and losses of loved ones as well as disappointments. I am now a sewn up Frankenstein of person, stitched together, trying to re-member how to be whole again.
Monday, September 18, 2006
R.I.P. Jimi Hendrix
The following tribute to fallen rock icon Jimi Hendrix, was written Al Aronowitz, the Blacklisted Journalist on the 26th anniversary of Jimi's death. It remains a poignant tribute to one of the greatest rock guitarists and spiritual transmitters of our time. It is posted here in it's entirety ten years later on this memorable day. To see the original click here...
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REMEMBERING JIMI: FADED FLOWERS
I had to talk Miles into going to Jimi's funeral with me. What the hell, I told him, it was only a few days before he had to be out on the Coast anyway and besides, there'd be a lot of press there and the exposure would be good for him.
"I don't like funerals," he rasped. "Sheet! I didn't even go to my mother's funeral."
In the end, he made the plane, Miles, with his hairdresser, Vinnie, and Jacki, a beautiful fox he had picked up out of the crowd at LaGuardia Airport one day.
"She had just come off a plane getting into the city," he explained when he introduced her to me, "and I was catching a plane to fly out on a gig. I saw her on the other side of the lobby and I called her over and told her to get on the plane with me, and she did."
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Miles and Jimi hadn't known each other too long, but in the short time they did they had gotten pretty tight. Jimi was one of those kids who had grown up worshipping Miles as Miles kept getting younger. Which black kid who loved music had never heard of Miles Davis? For as long as Jimi could remember, Miles had been a legend to him, and it was only when he felt secure enough as a legend himself that he came to sit at Miles' feet and ask Miles to record an album with him. Miles said shit, he'd be happy to do the album but he wanted $50,000 for it. For that much of his soul, he wanted that much money. Like when Sidney Poitier tried to hype Miles into doing the sound track for some movie, he told Miles not to worry about the money because the movie would make Miles famous.
"Man," Miles answered, "I'm already famous!
Miles was a big influence on Jimi. Miles is a teacher, but Miles learned something from Jimi, too. Miles learned something about rhythms and something about phrasing and something about the rock and roll lifestyle. It was Jimi who became the final inspiration to move Miles to renounce the classical forms of jazz, many of them created by Miles himself, and to start playing the rock halls. Miles knew how to stay as young as any kid. What Miles wanted to find out was how come a kid like Jimi could make fifty thousand dollars in one night when Miles still couldn't make ten thousand.
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Steve Paul was on the plane, Steve, the underground entrepreneur who had once run the Scene at 46th Street and Eighth Avenue, New York's most outrageous cellar rock club. Steve, host to the stars, had become a friend and confidant of Jimi's through the long, hangout nights at the club, where Jimi used to get so drunk and drugged, he couldn't stand up any more, and still he'd get onstage and jam till dawn. Steve was on the plane with guitar star Johnny Winter, the Albino Whisper, a tender, quiet, bashful sweetheart until he starts picking those Texas roadhouse blues. Steve and Johnny were married in the music business sense. Steve was Johnny's manager, guiding him to the big-time, Mr. Yokel and Mr. Brash.
And then there was John Hammond Jr., who had hired Jimi to play in his band in the Village way back when. It was while Jimi was playing with Johnny Hammond in the Cafe Au Go Go, that Chas Chandler and Michael Jeffrey first laid eyes on the spectacle of Jimi wasting a guitar. Chas was a big star then, one of the Animals. Mike was the Animals' manager. It was from Johnny Hammond's band that they lured Jimi away to England to become the Worlds' Next Superact.
* * *
* * *
On the plane it was like a party. It was a party. We were all Jimi's invited guests, flying First Class according to his wishes as expressed by Mike Jeffrey, Jimi's manager, in collaboration with Mike Goldstein, Jimi's press agent. We seat-hopped all the way to Seattle, with the two Johnnies getting off on getting to know about each other and me tap-dancing between Steve and Miles, the Black Prince, who was holding court at the table past the airliner's galley. I guess the real reason I talked Miles into coming was because I loved him, too. I wanted his companionship. When we got to Seattle, Steve, the two Johnnies and I went to the Hilton Inn at the airport, a motel, where Jimi was paying for our rooms. Miles grabbed a limo to the Washington Plaza, the brand new glass, steel and granite showpiece in the center of town, where he checked Vinnie, Jacki and himself into a luxury suite. He said he'd pay for his own rooms.
* * *
* * *
At the motel, our party from the New York plane was amalgamated into a bigger party. There had been other planes from L.A. and London and even Barry Fay, Jimi's promoter in Denver, had jetted in for the mourning. All of Jimi's sidemen were there, all the roadies and managers who had ridden his express, all the little people along the way, like myself, who had given Jimi whatever breaks they could, the flagmen of his career. Even Nancy, Mike Jeffrey's ex old lady, who loved to draw. Jimi hadn't passed her by either. In the end, he wrote her letters. His first album after he died had her drawing of him on the cover.
* * *
* * *
Jimi wouldn't have loved the party so much as the idea of it, hosting a bacchanal on is own grave. I mean there was plenty of feasting, drinking, smoking, rapping, snorting and picking, with most of the musicians sitting in with the local rock group in the night club downstairs. But none of the girls took off any clothes in public and even the craziest of the English contingent kept their manners zipped up. Steve Paul and I had a good time day-dreaming about Miles and Johnny Winter touring together. Otherwise, we were less than the pirates we would have been if Jimi had been there, Jimi, the eternal swashbuckling buccaneer, with his plumed hats and ferocious presence, and I sometimes could even imagine a sword hanging from his wide leather belt. Not that the party was lame; but what was missing was Jimi. The biggest excitement came out of a rumor spread by Press Agent Goldstein to the effect that Paul McCartney was going to show up, due any second. The rumor turned out to be so effectively planted that the next day one of the wire service reporters sent a story out to the world saying that Beatle Paul did indeed attend the funeral.
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In Jimi's absence, Mike Jeffrey played host. For Mike, this consisted mainly of sitting in a booth in the coffee shop so people who recognized his power could come over and pay their respects. Of course, aside from his power there was very little to recognize in Mike. I mean he certainly didn't stand out in a crowd, and, unless he was trying to hustle you, you'd have trouble detecting any personal dynamism from his direction. People who talk about him say geniality did not come easily to Mike except for profit. Me, I found Mike easy enough. His problem was that he suffered from an occupational hazard among music business managers known as eclipse. When you're managing a star, the bigger your star grows, the bigger the shadow he casts over you. The Mike I knew constantly seemed surprised by his success, except when he was safely within his own small circle of hand-picked friends. Mike learned early that when you're a star, nothing you say is wrong. Mike, on the other hand, would rather say nothing than say something wrong. If this made him a cold fish, it also made him a better shark. Being invisible helped Mike become a hit manager. But what he wanted most was to be recognized. At the Hilton coffee shop, everybody took a turn coming over to his booth. The party was for Jimi but it was Mike's party. Still suffering from eclipse, he presided over the festivities without ever getting in the way of them. Even beaming, he dimmed his light with the cloak in which he was most comfortable: anonymity. To turn Jimi's funeral into a circus was to Mike's advantage because he had a legend to maintain for profit. Jimi still had an album or two in the can and maybe a movie. Jimi was dead but he was still product. I never doubted Mike knew what he was doing. For him the party at the Hilton may have been his finest moment. A year or so later he went down in an airliner that fell into the sea off the coast of Spain.
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In the morning I took a cab into the center of the city to meet Miles in his suite at the Washington Plaza. Miles always travels First Class. He had sent Vinnie on ahead to the Hendrix house in south Seattle to fix up the family's hair-dos for the funeral. Miles will give you his last buck, too, if he cares for you. We sat and had breakfast and then Miles dawdled as he dressed. He was almost ready by the time the chauffeur got back from taking Vinnie to the Hendrix house. On the ride there, we talked about how Seattle runs at a pace 20 years behind New York; it felt as if we were back in the '50s, maybe even the '40s. It was a comfortable town, but you could see where it could get boring. At Jimi's father's house, a small, gray, one-family home in a mixed residential district, I couldn't keep track of all the members of the family I was introduced to. Jimi's father looked just like Jimi. And Devon was there. Devon, one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. Devon was one of Jimi's girl friends. dressed in black with a black veil over her face.
"Are you playing the merry widow already?" Miles asked her.
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Devon was the closest thing Jimi had to an old lady. He left her a widow's pension in his will. She was one of the most beautiful and sensuous of the groupies and one of the most successful, too. I first met her in the '60s when she was hanging out with I forget which superstar, but whenever a rock hero came to New York, the chances were you'd find Devon in his hotel room. They used to recommend her to one another. Her sex was overwhelming. Somebody once told me she was a teacher and I used to wonder of what. In all the times Devon and I talked to each other, we never really got to know what either one of us was all about. We would just gossip. It got to be amazing how her relationship with Jimi survived. She could never totally belong to anybody, just as Jimi couldn't, but somehow they came to depend on each other. I saw her a few times after Jimi died. She had so spectacular a face and body that she could have charged money just for people to look at her. She was hard not to notice and not to love. I was writing my POP SCENE column for the New York Post in those days and she kept asking me, "When are you going to write a column about me?" And I kept saying to her, "When are you going to do something?" I think it was in March of 1972 that she took an OD and died.
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After Jimi's funeral, I went to Monterey for the pop festival and then spent some time with Miles in San Francisco, where he was working in a club. I was backstage at Winterland with the Grateful Dead and the Jefferson Airplane when word came that Janis had been discovered dead in her motel room in L.A. I didn't know what it all meant then and I still don't know, but even as I write this there's a moth beating itself to death on the electric bulb of my lamp. And in a little plastic cup on my desk near my typewriter there are two dried out flowers, faded blue, from Jimi Hendrix's graveside. ##
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REMEMBERING JIMI: FADED FLOWERS
[In my opinion, Jimi Hendrix was the greatest guitar innovator the world has ever known. Too bad he pushed himself with drugs too far too soon. Jimi Hendrix was a friend of mine and I first wrote FADED FLOWERS in the mournful months following Jimi's funeral. I offer FADED FLOWERS here once again to memorialize Jimi on the occasion of the 26th anniversary of Jimi's death on September 18, 1970.]
I had to talk Miles into going to Jimi's funeral with me. What the hell, I told him, it was only a few days before he had to be out on the Coast anyway and besides, there'd be a lot of press there and the exposure would be good for him.
"I don't like funerals," he rasped. "Sheet! I didn't even go to my mother's funeral."
In the end, he made the plane, Miles, with his hairdresser, Vinnie, and Jacki, a beautiful fox he had picked up out of the crowd at LaGuardia Airport one day.
"She had just come off a plane getting into the city," he explained when he introduced her to me, "and I was catching a plane to fly out on a gig. I saw her on the other side of the lobby and I called her over and told her to get on the plane with me, and she did."
* * *
They buried Jimi Hendrix in the bright afternoon in a hilltop cemetery amid the sobs of people who hadn't really known him for years or who had never known him. It was a cloudless day. Several hundred kids watched from behind the ropes. Seattle had never understood Jimi, and now it had to open its earth for him...
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Miles and Jimi hadn't known each other too long, but in the short time they did they had gotten pretty tight. Jimi was one of those kids who had grown up worshipping Miles as Miles kept getting younger. Which black kid who loved music had never heard of Miles Davis? For as long as Jimi could remember, Miles had been a legend to him, and it was only when he felt secure enough as a legend himself that he came to sit at Miles' feet and ask Miles to record an album with him. Miles said shit, he'd be happy to do the album but he wanted $50,000 for it. For that much of his soul, he wanted that much money. Like when Sidney Poitier tried to hype Miles into doing the sound track for some movie, he told Miles not to worry about the money because the movie would make Miles famous.
"Man," Miles answered, "I'm already famous!
Miles was a big influence on Jimi. Miles is a teacher, but Miles learned something from Jimi, too. Miles learned something about rhythms and something about phrasing and something about the rock and roll lifestyle. It was Jimi who became the final inspiration to move Miles to renounce the classical forms of jazz, many of them created by Miles himself, and to start playing the rock halls. Miles knew how to stay as young as any kid. What Miles wanted to find out was how come a kid like Jimi could make fifty thousand dollars in one night when Miles still couldn't make ten thousand.
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It had been nine years since Jimi left the vast green valleys that had sent him off in search of a home he could not find and now his remains were back amid the airplane factories, the strip mine quarries, the salmon canneries, the steel mills and the breweries that had tried to trap him and keep him...
* * *
Steve Paul was on the plane, Steve, the underground entrepreneur who had once run the Scene at 46th Street and Eighth Avenue, New York's most outrageous cellar rock club. Steve, host to the stars, had become a friend and confidant of Jimi's through the long, hangout nights at the club, where Jimi used to get so drunk and drugged, he couldn't stand up any more, and still he'd get onstage and jam till dawn. Steve was on the plane with guitar star Johnny Winter, the Albino Whisper, a tender, quiet, bashful sweetheart until he starts picking those Texas roadhouse blues. Steve and Johnny were married in the music business sense. Steve was Johnny's manager, guiding him to the big-time, Mr. Yokel and Mr. Brash.
And then there was John Hammond Jr., who had hired Jimi to play in his band in the Village way back when. It was while Jimi was playing with Johnny Hammond in the Cafe Au Go Go, that Chas Chandler and Michael Jeffrey first laid eyes on the spectacle of Jimi wasting a guitar. Chas was a big star then, one of the Animals. Mike was the Animals' manager. It was from Johnny Hammond's band that they lured Jimi away to England to become the Worlds' Next Superact.
* * *
Jimi had become one of the greatest stars ever to make music, one of the sweetest poets ever to make the language dance. But back in Seattle all they could bury was the memory of a little black kid who used to play on his father's two-stringed ukulele...
* * *
On the plane it was like a party. It was a party. We were all Jimi's invited guests, flying First Class according to his wishes as expressed by Mike Jeffrey, Jimi's manager, in collaboration with Mike Goldstein, Jimi's press agent. We seat-hopped all the way to Seattle, with the two Johnnies getting off on getting to know about each other and me tap-dancing between Steve and Miles, the Black Prince, who was holding court at the table past the airliner's galley. I guess the real reason I talked Miles into coming was because I loved him, too. I wanted his companionship. When we got to Seattle, Steve, the two Johnnies and I went to the Hilton Inn at the airport, a motel, where Jimi was paying for our rooms. Miles grabbed a limo to the Washington Plaza, the brand new glass, steel and granite showpiece in the center of town, where he checked Vinnie, Jacki and himself into a luxury suite. He said he'd pay for his own rooms.
* * *
At the Dunlap Baptist Church on broad Rainier Avenue in south Seattle, Mrs. Freddie Mae Gautier, a woman Jimi knew well enough to call Mom, presided at the services. She read from Jimi's liner notes on the Buddy Miles album, "Expressway to Your Skull":
"The express had made the bend, he is coming on down the tracks, shaking steady, shaking funk, shaking feelings, shaking life...the conductor says as they climb aboard, small we are going to the electric church, the express took them away and they lived and heard happily and funkily ever after and---uh---excuse me but I think I hear my train coming." ...
* * *
At the motel, our party from the New York plane was amalgamated into a bigger party. There had been other planes from L.A. and London and even Barry Fay, Jimi's promoter in Denver, had jetted in for the mourning. All of Jimi's sidemen were there, all the roadies and managers who had ridden his express, all the little people along the way, like myself, who had given Jimi whatever breaks they could, the flagmen of his career. Even Nancy, Mike Jeffrey's ex old lady, who loved to draw. Jimi hadn't passed her by either. In the end, he wrote her letters. His first album after he died had her drawing of him on the cover.
* * *
In the pews were rock stars Johnny Winter, John Hammond Jr. There were also Mitch Mitchell and Noel Redding, both of whom had played with Jimi in the Jimi Hendrix Experience. Drummer Buddy Miles, who also had played with Jimi, collapsed at the coffin when it was opened for the invited guests to pay their last respects. Inside the coffin, Jimi looked waxen and unreal...
* * *
Jimi wouldn't have loved the party so much as the idea of it, hosting a bacchanal on is own grave. I mean there was plenty of feasting, drinking, smoking, rapping, snorting and picking, with most of the musicians sitting in with the local rock group in the night club downstairs. But none of the girls took off any clothes in public and even the craziest of the English contingent kept their manners zipped up. Steve Paul and I had a good time day-dreaming about Miles and Johnny Winter touring together. Otherwise, we were less than the pirates we would have been if Jimi had been there, Jimi, the eternal swashbuckling buccaneer, with his plumed hats and ferocious presence, and I sometimes could even imagine a sword hanging from his wide leather belt. Not that the party was lame; but what was missing was Jimi. The biggest excitement came out of a rumor spread by Press Agent Goldstein to the effect that Paul McCartney was going to show up, due any second. The rumor turned out to be so effectively planted that the next day one of the wire service reporters sent a story out to the world saying that Beatle Paul did indeed attend the funeral.
* * *
Outside the church there was a crowd of 200, including reporters, photographers, and TV crews. A half dozen police cars were parked across the street. A dozen police motorcycles were waiting around the corner. Twenty-four limousines lined the curb...
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In Jimi's absence, Mike Jeffrey played host. For Mike, this consisted mainly of sitting in a booth in the coffee shop so people who recognized his power could come over and pay their respects. Of course, aside from his power there was very little to recognize in Mike. I mean he certainly didn't stand out in a crowd, and, unless he was trying to hustle you, you'd have trouble detecting any personal dynamism from his direction. People who talk about him say geniality did not come easily to Mike except for profit. Me, I found Mike easy enough. His problem was that he suffered from an occupational hazard among music business managers known as eclipse. When you're managing a star, the bigger your star grows, the bigger the shadow he casts over you. The Mike I knew constantly seemed surprised by his success, except when he was safely within his own small circle of hand-picked friends. Mike learned early that when you're a star, nothing you say is wrong. Mike, on the other hand, would rather say nothing than say something wrong. If this made him a cold fish, it also made him a better shark. Being invisible helped Mike become a hit manager. But what he wanted most was to be recognized. At the Hilton coffee shop, everybody took a turn coming over to his booth. The party was for Jimi but it was Mike's party. Still suffering from eclipse, he presided over the festivities without ever getting in the way of them. Even beaming, he dimmed his light with the cloak in which he was most comfortable: anonymity. To turn Jimi's funeral into a circus was to Mike's advantage because he had a legend to maintain for profit. Jimi still had an album or two in the can and maybe a movie. Jimi was dead but he was still product. I never doubted Mike knew what he was doing. For him the party at the Hilton may have been his finest moment. A year or so later he went down in an airliner that fell into the sea off the coast of Spain.
* * *
Alongside the coffin were a dozen floral sprays, including one six-foot white and lavender guitar made up with velvet strings. The family had chosen Dunlap Baptist Church because Jimi's nine-year old stepsister, Janie, was a parishioner there. Janie, in fact, was the only member of Jimi's family who went to church...
* * *
In the morning I took a cab into the center of the city to meet Miles in his suite at the Washington Plaza. Miles always travels First Class. He had sent Vinnie on ahead to the Hendrix house in south Seattle to fix up the family's hair-dos for the funeral. Miles will give you his last buck, too, if he cares for you. We sat and had breakfast and then Miles dawdled as he dressed. He was almost ready by the time the chauffeur got back from taking Vinnie to the Hendrix house. On the ride there, we talked about how Seattle runs at a pace 20 years behind New York; it felt as if we were back in the '50s, maybe even the '40s. It was a comfortable town, but you could see where it could get boring. At Jimi's father's house, a small, gray, one-family home in a mixed residential district, I couldn't keep track of all the members of the family I was introduced to. Jimi's father looked just like Jimi. And Devon was there. Devon, one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. Devon was one of Jimi's girl friends. dressed in black with a black veil over her face.
"Are you playing the merry widow already?" Miles asked her.
* * *
James Marshall Hendrix was born in Seattle on November 27, 1942, to James Allen and Lucille Jetter Hendrix. Mrs. Gautier read from the church podium: "His mother preceded him in death...Jimi, as he later became known to all his fans, felt that his hometown did not afford him the outlet to express himself with his musical ability....
* * *
Devon was the closest thing Jimi had to an old lady. He left her a widow's pension in his will. She was one of the most beautiful and sensuous of the groupies and one of the most successful, too. I first met her in the '60s when she was hanging out with I forget which superstar, but whenever a rock hero came to New York, the chances were you'd find Devon in his hotel room. They used to recommend her to one another. Her sex was overwhelming. Somebody once told me she was a teacher and I used to wonder of what. In all the times Devon and I talked to each other, we never really got to know what either one of us was all about. We would just gossip. It got to be amazing how her relationship with Jimi survived. She could never totally belong to anybody, just as Jimi couldn't, but somehow they came to depend on each other. I saw her a few times after Jimi died. She had so spectacular a face and body that she could have charged money just for people to look at her. She was hard not to notice and not to love. I was writing my POP SCENE column for the New York Post in those days and she kept asking me, "When are you going to write a column about me?" And I kept saying to her, "When are you going to do something?" I think it was in March of 1972 that she took an OD and died.
* * *
On the podium Mrs. Gautier read from a poem sent anonymously by a student at Garfield High School, where Jimi had been kicked out for sassing a teacher who had become annoyed because he was holding hands with a white girl. "So long, our Jimi," Mrs. Gautier recited. "You answered the questions we never dared to ask, painted them in colorful circles and threw them at the world...they never touched the ground but soared up to the clouds..."
* * *
After Jimi's funeral, I went to Monterey for the pop festival and then spent some time with Miles in San Francisco, where he was working in a club. I was backstage at Winterland with the Grateful Dead and the Jefferson Airplane when word came that Janis had been discovered dead in her motel room in L.A. I didn't know what it all meant then and I still don't know, but even as I write this there's a moth beating itself to death on the electric bulb of my lamp. And in a little plastic cup on my desk near my typewriter there are two dried out flowers, faded blue, from Jimi Hendrix's graveside. ##
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
MIRACLE's SECOND CHANCE: New White Buffalo Calf Born in Janesville, Wisconsin...
This is pretty cool.
Thought I'd share the joyous news!
We are blessed and not forgotten!
Vimala
FYI: GALLERY BLOG LINK TO LAST YEAR's JUNE 2005 BIRTH... LIGHTNING!
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MIRACLES's SECOND CHANCE: New White Buffalo Calf Born in Janesville, Wisconsin
By Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer Member, Native American Journalists Association (NAJA) September 10, 2006 Brighton, Colorado Stephanie M. Schwartz
To see pictures, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com
Miracle, the female Sacred White Buffalo Calf, was born on the small familyfarm of Dave, Valerie, and Corey Heider near Janesville, Wisconsin during the morning of August 20, 1994. Not an albino, she wasconsidered to be the first white buffalo calf born since 1933. An incredibly rare event.
See Miracle's Website: http://www.whitebuffalomiracle.homestead.com
Furthermore, she was perceived as an extremely sacred traditional symbol to many American Indian and Canadian First Nations tribes across the continent. The Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations (known collectively as the Sioux) were considered Miracle's primary spiritual guardians and she played a pivotal role in the fulfillment of their most revered prophecies.
Tragically, and unexpectedly, Miracle died of natural causes on September 19, 2004.
However, on August 25, 2006, another extraordinary miracle occurred on the Heider family farm. During or shortly after a severe lightning storm, another white buffalo calf, this time a male, was born in the early morning hours to the Heider herd. Like Miracle, he is not an albino.
Named by Valerie Heider, "Miracle's Second Chance" is a lively, captivating, confident calf who seems to be fully aware of its special role. Mrs. Heider says she picked this name because the calf exhibits so many of the same behaviors that the original Miracle did as a calf and also because, "He looks a lot like her, too."
Even further, the herd clearly is aware of the calf's unique similarity. The Heiders relate that the herd treats Miracle's Second Chance exactly like it did Miracle by keeping him in the center of the herd, the most protected position. Additionally, the other mother buffalos step in and keep their own calves from being too rough with him.
Amazingly, Miracle's Second Chance is not from any genetic line connected to the original Miracle. He was born to a Grand Champion buffalo mother purchased in Missouri by the Heiders not long ago to strengthen and diversify their herd. The sire, an unruly and dangerous 10 month old bull, was sent to slaughter before the calf was born. There are two other buffalo on the Heider farm which are currently pregnant by this bull.
The original Miracle turned four colors by the time she was six months old (white, black, yellow, red) before finally settling into a red and brown coloration as an adult. She had begun to lighten again but her death interrupted any further color changes. No one will ever know if she would have gone back to her original white.
Will Miracle's Second Chance turn colors or stay white? No one knows. Only time will tell.
Surprisingly, since Miracle's birth in 1994, a number of white buffalo calves have been born across the country. Some were albino (not considered a true "white buffalo" per the traditional stories) and many of these did not survive. Others were not pure buffalo, reportedly a crossed-mix of buffalo and Charolais cattle or yak or other bovine. There still remain a few legitimate white buffalo calves alive today and now this new calf can be added to that list.
Although not American Indian, the Heider family came to view Miracle as a special gift which belonged to the hearts of all people. Furthermore, the land on which their farm sits has always been considered highly sacred by the region's Native American Nations, a fact respected by the Heider family.
Commercialization of Miracle was never allowed. At large financial and personal cost to themselves, the Heiders opened their Wisconsin farm to thousands of visitors, free of charge, seven days a week so that people could visit Miracle at the pasture fence. To a vast number of people of all races around the world, she came to symbolize hope and renewal for humanity and for harmony between all cultures. And while the number of visitors to the Heider farm had slowed drastically since her death, people still came to pay their respects at Miracle's grave, to honor her life and message.
Now, many will come to the Heider Farm again, to see this new white buffalo calf, Miracle's Second Chance. Even though being male means he doesn't literally fulfill the Lakota prophecies, his sex does not diminish his sacredness to the indigenous Nations. From all cultures, some people will come in reverence and prayer; others will come to do traditional ceremony while still others will come simply out of respectful curiosity. But whatever the motivation, it is quite certain they will come.
Visitors bring logistical difficulties for the Heider family. Since Miracle's death, they have plowed the parking area and turned it into a corn field. Additionally, with the passing of Mrs. Heider's parents and some of their volunteers moving away, no one may be available to open the littlemuseum/farm product shop or to accompany visitors to the pasture. Valerie spends most days at the local farmers' market selling their farm products and buffalo meat while her husband works for the Rock County Highway Department. All in all, this means the farm is no longer open all the time, at least right now.
Furthermore, after dedicating 10 years to Miracle and her visitors, the Heiders had hoped to resume some kind of normalcy to their lives and family. The shock of this birth has brought them understandably mixed emotions ranging from envisioning their lives evaporating again to a solid awe and respect at the incredible miracle and responsibility of it all.
As the difficulties sort themselves out, as they most certainly will with time, little Miracle's Second Chance remains a strong, healthy, obviously happy and rambunctious calf who delights in cavorting around the pasture and trying to play with the older calves. Oblivious to the issues surrounding him, he simply lives in the moment and brings smiles and memories to everyone who sees him. And awe. Miracle's Second Chance.
To see pictures of Miracle's Second Chance on the internet, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com
To visit Miracle's Second Chance in Janesville Wisconsin, call Valerie and David Heider at (608) 752-2224
Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer, may be reached at SilvrDrach@gmail.com
Thought I'd share the joyous news!
We are blessed and not forgotten!
Vimala
FYI: GALLERY BLOG LINK TO LAST YEAR's JUNE 2005 BIRTH... LIGHTNING!
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MIRACLES's SECOND CHANCE: New White Buffalo Calf Born in Janesville, Wisconsin
By Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer Member, Native American Journalists Association (NAJA) September 10, 2006 Brighton, Colorado Stephanie M. Schwartz
To see pictures, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com
Miracle, the female Sacred White Buffalo Calf, was born on the small familyfarm of Dave, Valerie, and Corey Heider near Janesville, Wisconsin during the morning of August 20, 1994. Not an albino, she wasconsidered to be the first white buffalo calf born since 1933. An incredibly rare event.
See Miracle's Website: http://www.whitebuffalomiracle.homestead.com
Furthermore, she was perceived as an extremely sacred traditional symbol to many American Indian and Canadian First Nations tribes across the continent. The Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations (known collectively as the Sioux) were considered Miracle's primary spiritual guardians and she played a pivotal role in the fulfillment of their most revered prophecies.
Tragically, and unexpectedly, Miracle died of natural causes on September 19, 2004.
However, on August 25, 2006, another extraordinary miracle occurred on the Heider family farm. During or shortly after a severe lightning storm, another white buffalo calf, this time a male, was born in the early morning hours to the Heider herd. Like Miracle, he is not an albino.
Named by Valerie Heider, "Miracle's Second Chance" is a lively, captivating, confident calf who seems to be fully aware of its special role. Mrs. Heider says she picked this name because the calf exhibits so many of the same behaviors that the original Miracle did as a calf and also because, "He looks a lot like her, too."
Even further, the herd clearly is aware of the calf's unique similarity. The Heiders relate that the herd treats Miracle's Second Chance exactly like it did Miracle by keeping him in the center of the herd, the most protected position. Additionally, the other mother buffalos step in and keep their own calves from being too rough with him.
Amazingly, Miracle's Second Chance is not from any genetic line connected to the original Miracle. He was born to a Grand Champion buffalo mother purchased in Missouri by the Heiders not long ago to strengthen and diversify their herd. The sire, an unruly and dangerous 10 month old bull, was sent to slaughter before the calf was born. There are two other buffalo on the Heider farm which are currently pregnant by this bull.
The original Miracle turned four colors by the time she was six months old (white, black, yellow, red) before finally settling into a red and brown coloration as an adult. She had begun to lighten again but her death interrupted any further color changes. No one will ever know if she would have gone back to her original white.
Will Miracle's Second Chance turn colors or stay white? No one knows. Only time will tell.
Surprisingly, since Miracle's birth in 1994, a number of white buffalo calves have been born across the country. Some were albino (not considered a true "white buffalo" per the traditional stories) and many of these did not survive. Others were not pure buffalo, reportedly a crossed-mix of buffalo and Charolais cattle or yak or other bovine. There still remain a few legitimate white buffalo calves alive today and now this new calf can be added to that list.
Although not American Indian, the Heider family came to view Miracle as a special gift which belonged to the hearts of all people. Furthermore, the land on which their farm sits has always been considered highly sacred by the region's Native American Nations, a fact respected by the Heider family.
Commercialization of Miracle was never allowed. At large financial and personal cost to themselves, the Heiders opened their Wisconsin farm to thousands of visitors, free of charge, seven days a week so that people could visit Miracle at the pasture fence. To a vast number of people of all races around the world, she came to symbolize hope and renewal for humanity and for harmony between all cultures. And while the number of visitors to the Heider farm had slowed drastically since her death, people still came to pay their respects at Miracle's grave, to honor her life and message.
Now, many will come to the Heider Farm again, to see this new white buffalo calf, Miracle's Second Chance. Even though being male means he doesn't literally fulfill the Lakota prophecies, his sex does not diminish his sacredness to the indigenous Nations. From all cultures, some people will come in reverence and prayer; others will come to do traditional ceremony while still others will come simply out of respectful curiosity. But whatever the motivation, it is quite certain they will come.
Visitors bring logistical difficulties for the Heider family. Since Miracle's death, they have plowed the parking area and turned it into a corn field. Additionally, with the passing of Mrs. Heider's parents and some of their volunteers moving away, no one may be available to open the littlemuseum/farm product shop or to accompany visitors to the pasture. Valerie spends most days at the local farmers' market selling their farm products and buffalo meat while her husband works for the Rock County Highway Department. All in all, this means the farm is no longer open all the time, at least right now.
Furthermore, after dedicating 10 years to Miracle and her visitors, the Heiders had hoped to resume some kind of normalcy to their lives and family. The shock of this birth has brought them understandably mixed emotions ranging from envisioning their lives evaporating again to a solid awe and respect at the incredible miracle and responsibility of it all.
As the difficulties sort themselves out, as they most certainly will with time, little Miracle's Second Chance remains a strong, healthy, obviously happy and rambunctious calf who delights in cavorting around the pasture and trying to play with the older calves. Oblivious to the issues surrounding him, he simply lives in the moment and brings smiles and memories to everyone who sees him. And awe. Miracle's Second Chance.
To see pictures of Miracle's Second Chance on the internet, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com
To visit Miracle's Second Chance in Janesville Wisconsin, call Valerie and David Heider at (608) 752-2224
Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer, may be reached at SilvrDrach@gmail.com
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The Wisdom of Giving Up...
Life is absurd, when one truly thinks about it. I'm not sure on this, but maybe this is why people will often get WELL once they have given up and allowed themselves to die. When they realize they are dying and there is no choice and they resign themselves to it/accept it/allow it in, even welcome the inevitable, then the body sometimes spontaneously heals.
Death is the last enemy, they say. It is conquered, perhaps, by no longer being afraid of it. I like this. Maybe death is the symbolic representation of the opposites we experience all the time. Life and death. We are choosing always to live. All of survival is about staying alive. We are obsessed by it.
But what if we consider the alternative to life… or Death… and make friends with it. Admit to ourselves that death is sure to come and may come in an hour or so. Then we are truly free to live. Because rather than surviving and trying to survive, we are able to act in true harmony with ourselves. Our energies are freed up to put into other things. Let death be our companion. Our friend. MY friend. Merge with it and be fearless. Merge with it and be FREE.
Death is the last enemy, they say. It is conquered, perhaps, by no longer being afraid of it. I like this. Maybe death is the symbolic representation of the opposites we experience all the time. Life and death. We are choosing always to live. All of survival is about staying alive. We are obsessed by it.
But what if we consider the alternative to life… or Death… and make friends with it. Admit to ourselves that death is sure to come and may come in an hour or so. Then we are truly free to live. Because rather than surviving and trying to survive, we are able to act in true harmony with ourselves. Our energies are freed up to put into other things. Let death be our companion. Our friend. MY friend. Merge with it and be fearless. Merge with it and be FREE.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
AUGUST BLUES
I wanted to post this yesterday but couldn't get online.
But here it is in honor of August and the blues she brings.
It was written by a New York POST writer who brought the sixties to life for the man on the street.
He is also author of the best-selling memoir of his life with "BOB DYLAN AND THE BEATLES."
His name was Al, and he was my friend...
Vim
ENJOY!
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But here it is in honor of August and the blues she brings.
It was written by a New York POST writer who brought the sixties to life for the man on the street.
He is also author of the best-selling memoir of his life with "BOB DYLAN AND THE BEATLES."
His name was Al, and he was my friend...
Vim
ENJOY!
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AUGUST BLUES
by
Al Aronowitz
…who passed away on August 1, 2005
at 6:22 in the morning…
Ya made it Al!!!
* * *
August is the month when wars start. It is when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fistfights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do.
World War I started in August, or just about. The Austro-Hungarian Army began bombarding Belgrade on July 29, 1914, not quite August, but then August sometimes begins early. World War II didn't quite start in August either. A German pocket battleship anchored alongside the harbor fortifications while on a good will call to the Polish port of Gdynia let loose with a broadside at dawn of Sept.1, 1939, but then August sometimes lasts for weeks after you've ripped it off the calendar. It drags on and on like some kind of insanity that can only be snapped away by the first crisp shock of autumn.
The sailing ships used to get becalmed in August. August is when dogs go mad. American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated by one of his own subordinates in August. This is the month when the sale of tranquilizers goes up. Corporate executives get their heads chopped off. Groups break up. Organizations fizzle out. August is when you start seeing things. The stars fall in August. You wake to days with the feeling you've already lived through them. People pass out in the street and on airplanes. The moon talks to you. August is the month of visions.
My father died in August. It was years ago. We were all standing around him when he gasped his last breath, emaciated on a bed of cancer. My three sisters and I each kissed him on the face and cried. I do not mean to say that August has cornered the market on tragedy. You can have fun in August; people die all year around. Shall I tell you about the other night in Central Park, the sky lit by a sliver of moon, the weather air-conditioned by the first cool, abortive breath of the fall? August may end early this year.
On the park drive, bikers stood around in knots, talking about good times, holding onto their handlebars like nannies gossiping while little kids tugged at their hands. It was a better place to meet than at some bar. Outside the Schaefer Music Festival at the Wolfman Rink, couples were stretched out on the grass, some on blankets. Others walked hand-in-hand. Bootleggers hawked albums like dealers selling drugs at some pop festival. There were pretzel pushcarts and ices pushcarts and a quiet carnival feeling of the kind of romance you see in pictures of some park in Paris on a gay, colorful night.
Inside the rink, the dusk darkened slowly while Carly Simon sang her hits in her skyscraper voice, as big and strong as her New York City. Backstage, promoter Don Delsener was all dressed up for a Friar's Club meeting. Ron had been hit early by August. The last week in July, one of his security men had been stabbed to death at Ron's Who concert at Forest Hills. A day or so later, one of the backstage crew at Madison Square Garden had fallen to his death while hanging rigging for Ron's Steve Stills show. Ron himself had fallen sick the night of the show, put to bed by an inner ear infection. August is when unexplainable fevers come. Nagging aches and mysterious pains visit your body. August has to be suffered.
The night was gentle. There was no strain. I laughed out loud when David Steinberg told about how God put a fly in Jezebel's head to buzz as a punishment every time she lusted after a man. Jezebel liked the buzzing. The first girl I ever made it with was born in August. We used to break up just in time for her birthday every year. August is when the ocean dizzies you. August is when you find yourself drowning in your own head.
I went broke and lost my house in August some five years ago. It was almost August when Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the University of Texas tower and shot down forty-nine people, killing seventeen, sniping at random through the ramparts. August is when Mount Vesuvius buried Pompeii. The first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in August. August is when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution. Women turn into witches in August. I remember once I refused to buy a flower from an old lady selling them in the Nite Owl on Third Street. I was managing a group called The Myddle Class then, and they were on stage. The old lady gave me dirty look and our sound system immediately went dead.
I suppose it has to do with the sun and the heat and the planets and the stars. Brian Epstein died in August. So did Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, although their August stretched through an Indian summer. It's no accident the Jewish new year begins then. August sometimes lasts until the sound of the ram's horn. People move in September. School starts. Somehow the pulse revives. People begin to think about lighting the fires for winter. Finally, August lets go like the leaves from the trees.
And the weirdness ends.
END
-AL ARONOWITZ*
by
Al Aronowitz
…who passed away on August 1, 2005
at 6:22 in the morning…
Ya made it Al!!!
* * *
August is the month when wars start. It is when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fistfights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do.
World War I started in August, or just about. The Austro-Hungarian Army began bombarding Belgrade on July 29, 1914, not quite August, but then August sometimes begins early. World War II didn't quite start in August either. A German pocket battleship anchored alongside the harbor fortifications while on a good will call to the Polish port of Gdynia let loose with a broadside at dawn of Sept.1, 1939, but then August sometimes lasts for weeks after you've ripped it off the calendar. It drags on and on like some kind of insanity that can only be snapped away by the first crisp shock of autumn.
The sailing ships used to get becalmed in August. August is when dogs go mad. American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated by one of his own subordinates in August. This is the month when the sale of tranquilizers goes up. Corporate executives get their heads chopped off. Groups break up. Organizations fizzle out. August is when you start seeing things. The stars fall in August. You wake to days with the feeling you've already lived through them. People pass out in the street and on airplanes. The moon talks to you. August is the month of visions.
My father died in August. It was years ago. We were all standing around him when he gasped his last breath, emaciated on a bed of cancer. My three sisters and I each kissed him on the face and cried. I do not mean to say that August has cornered the market on tragedy. You can have fun in August; people die all year around. Shall I tell you about the other night in Central Park, the sky lit by a sliver of moon, the weather air-conditioned by the first cool, abortive breath of the fall? August may end early this year.
On the park drive, bikers stood around in knots, talking about good times, holding onto their handlebars like nannies gossiping while little kids tugged at their hands. It was a better place to meet than at some bar. Outside the Schaefer Music Festival at the Wolfman Rink, couples were stretched out on the grass, some on blankets. Others walked hand-in-hand. Bootleggers hawked albums like dealers selling drugs at some pop festival. There were pretzel pushcarts and ices pushcarts and a quiet carnival feeling of the kind of romance you see in pictures of some park in Paris on a gay, colorful night.
Inside the rink, the dusk darkened slowly while Carly Simon sang her hits in her skyscraper voice, as big and strong as her New York City. Backstage, promoter Don Delsener was all dressed up for a Friar's Club meeting. Ron had been hit early by August. The last week in July, one of his security men had been stabbed to death at Ron's Who concert at Forest Hills. A day or so later, one of the backstage crew at Madison Square Garden had fallen to his death while hanging rigging for Ron's Steve Stills show. Ron himself had fallen sick the night of the show, put to bed by an inner ear infection. August is when unexplainable fevers come. Nagging aches and mysterious pains visit your body. August has to be suffered.
The night was gentle. There was no strain. I laughed out loud when David Steinberg told about how God put a fly in Jezebel's head to buzz as a punishment every time she lusted after a man. Jezebel liked the buzzing. The first girl I ever made it with was born in August. We used to break up just in time for her birthday every year. August is when the ocean dizzies you. August is when you find yourself drowning in your own head.
I went broke and lost my house in August some five years ago. It was almost August when Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the University of Texas tower and shot down forty-nine people, killing seventeen, sniping at random through the ramparts. August is when Mount Vesuvius buried Pompeii. The first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in August. August is when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution. Women turn into witches in August. I remember once I refused to buy a flower from an old lady selling them in the Nite Owl on Third Street. I was managing a group called The Myddle Class then, and they were on stage. The old lady gave me dirty look and our sound system immediately went dead.
I suppose it has to do with the sun and the heat and the planets and the stars. Brian Epstein died in August. So did Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, although their August stretched through an Indian summer. It's no accident the Jewish new year begins then. August sometimes lasts until the sound of the ram's horn. People move in September. School starts. Somehow the pulse revives. People begin to think about lighting the fires for winter. Finally, August lets go like the leaves from the trees.
And the weirdness ends.
END
-AL ARONOWITZ*
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Krishnamurti on WAR:
War is the spectacular and bloody projection of our everyday life, is it not? War is merely an outward expression of our inward state, an enlargement of our daily action. It is more spectacular, more bloody, more destructive, but it is the collective result of our individual activities. Therefore, you and I are responsible for war and what can we do to stop it?
Obviously the ever-impending war cannot be stopped by you and me, because it is already in movement; it is already taking place, though at present chiefly on the psychological level. As it is already in movement, it cannot be stopped - the issues are too many, too great, and are already committed.
But you and I, seeing that the house is on fire, can understand the causes of that fire, can go away from it and build in a new place with different materials that are not combustible, that will not produce other wars. That is all that we can do. You and I can see what creates wars, and if we are interested in stopping wars, then we can begin to transform ourselves, who are the causes of war.
An American lady came to see me a couple of years ago, during the war. She said she had lost her son in Italy and that she had another son aged sixteen whom she wanted to save; so we talked the thing over. I suggested to her that to save her son she had to cease to be an American; she had to cease to be greedy, cease piling up wealth, seeking power, domination, and be morally simple - not merely simple in clothes, in outward things, but simple in her thoughts and feelings, in her relationships.
She said, "That is too much. You are asking far too much. I cannot do it, because circumstances are too powerful for me to alter". Therefore she was responsible for the destruction of her son.
Circumstances can be controlled by us, because we have created the circumstances. Society is the product of relationship, of yours and mine together. If we change in our relationship, society changes; merely to rely on legislation, on compulsion, for the transformation of outward society, while remaining inwardly corrupt, while continuing inwardly to seek power, position, domination, is to destroy the outward, however carefully and scientifically built.
That which is inward is always overcoming the outward. What causes war - religious, political or economic? Obviously belief, either in nationalism, in an ideology, or in a particular dogma. If we had no belief but goodwill, love and consideration between us, then there would be no wars.
But we are fed on beliefs, ideas and dogmas and therefore we breed discontent. The present crisis is of an exceptional nature and we as human beings must either pursue the path of constant conflict and continuous wars, which are the result of our everyday action, or else see the causes of war and turn our back upon them.
Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction.
So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders - not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery!
But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank accounts, big or little, and we say, "For God's sake, don't disturb us, leave us alone". The higher up we are, the more we want security, permanency, tranquillity, the more we want to be left alone, to maintain things fixed as they are; but they cannot be maintained as they are, because there is nothing to maintain. Everything is disintegrating. We do not want to face these things, we do not want to face the fact that you and I are responsible for wars.
You and I may talk about peace, have conferences, sit round a table and discuss, but inwardly, psychologically, we want power, posit1on, we are motivated by greed. We intrigue, we are nationalistic, we are bound by beliefs, by dogmas, for which we are willing to die and destroy each other. Do you think such men, you and I, can have peace in the world?
To have peace, we must be peaceful; to live peacefully means not to create antagonism. Peace is not an ideal. To me, an ideal is merely an escape, an avoidance of what is, a contradiction of what is. An ideal prevents direct action upon what is.
To have peace, we will have to love, we will have to begin not to live an ideal life but to see things as they are and act upon them, transform them. As long as each one of us is seeking psychological security, the physiological security we need - food, clothing and shelter - is destroyed. We are seeking psychological security, which does not exist; and we seek it, if we can, through power, through position, through titles, names - all of which is destroying physical security. This is an obvious fact, if you look at it.
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states - greed, envy, ill will and possessiveness.
To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives.
To rely on others is utterly futile; others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.
To put an end to outward war, you must begin to put an end to war in yourself. Some of you will nod your heads and say, "I agree", and go outside and do exactly the same as you have been doing for the last ten or twenty years. Your agreement is merely verbal and has no significance, for the world's miseries and wars are not going to be stopped by your casual assent.
They will be stopped only when you realize the danger, when you realize your responsibility, when you do not leave it to somebody else. If you realize the suffering, if you see the urgency of immediate action and do not postpone, then you will transform yourself; peace will come only when you yourself are peaceful, when you yourself are at peace with your neighbour.
Obviously the ever-impending war cannot be stopped by you and me, because it is already in movement; it is already taking place, though at present chiefly on the psychological level. As it is already in movement, it cannot be stopped - the issues are too many, too great, and are already committed.
But you and I, seeing that the house is on fire, can understand the causes of that fire, can go away from it and build in a new place with different materials that are not combustible, that will not produce other wars. That is all that we can do. You and I can see what creates wars, and if we are interested in stopping wars, then we can begin to transform ourselves, who are the causes of war.
An American lady came to see me a couple of years ago, during the war. She said she had lost her son in Italy and that she had another son aged sixteen whom she wanted to save; so we talked the thing over. I suggested to her that to save her son she had to cease to be an American; she had to cease to be greedy, cease piling up wealth, seeking power, domination, and be morally simple - not merely simple in clothes, in outward things, but simple in her thoughts and feelings, in her relationships.
She said, "That is too much. You are asking far too much. I cannot do it, because circumstances are too powerful for me to alter". Therefore she was responsible for the destruction of her son.
Circumstances can be controlled by us, because we have created the circumstances. Society is the product of relationship, of yours and mine together. If we change in our relationship, society changes; merely to rely on legislation, on compulsion, for the transformation of outward society, while remaining inwardly corrupt, while continuing inwardly to seek power, position, domination, is to destroy the outward, however carefully and scientifically built.
That which is inward is always overcoming the outward. What causes war - religious, political or economic? Obviously belief, either in nationalism, in an ideology, or in a particular dogma. If we had no belief but goodwill, love and consideration between us, then there would be no wars.
But we are fed on beliefs, ideas and dogmas and therefore we breed discontent. The present crisis is of an exceptional nature and we as human beings must either pursue the path of constant conflict and continuous wars, which are the result of our everyday action, or else see the causes of war and turn our back upon them.
Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction.
So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders - not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery!
But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank accounts, big or little, and we say, "For God's sake, don't disturb us, leave us alone". The higher up we are, the more we want security, permanency, tranquillity, the more we want to be left alone, to maintain things fixed as they are; but they cannot be maintained as they are, because there is nothing to maintain. Everything is disintegrating. We do not want to face these things, we do not want to face the fact that you and I are responsible for wars.
You and I may talk about peace, have conferences, sit round a table and discuss, but inwardly, psychologically, we want power, posit1on, we are motivated by greed. We intrigue, we are nationalistic, we are bound by beliefs, by dogmas, for which we are willing to die and destroy each other. Do you think such men, you and I, can have peace in the world?
To have peace, we must be peaceful; to live peacefully means not to create antagonism. Peace is not an ideal. To me, an ideal is merely an escape, an avoidance of what is, a contradiction of what is. An ideal prevents direct action upon what is.
To have peace, we will have to love, we will have to begin not to live an ideal life but to see things as they are and act upon them, transform them. As long as each one of us is seeking psychological security, the physiological security we need - food, clothing and shelter - is destroyed. We are seeking psychological security, which does not exist; and we seek it, if we can, through power, through position, through titles, names - all of which is destroying physical security. This is an obvious fact, if you look at it.
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states - greed, envy, ill will and possessiveness.
To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives.
To rely on others is utterly futile; others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.
To put an end to outward war, you must begin to put an end to war in yourself. Some of you will nod your heads and say, "I agree", and go outside and do exactly the same as you have been doing for the last ten or twenty years. Your agreement is merely verbal and has no significance, for the world's miseries and wars are not going to be stopped by your casual assent.
They will be stopped only when you realize the danger, when you realize your responsibility, when you do not leave it to somebody else. If you realize the suffering, if you see the urgency of immediate action and do not postpone, then you will transform yourself; peace will come only when you yourself are peaceful, when you yourself are at peace with your neighbour.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Discussing / Debating / Arguing Ourselves to Extinction?
Something to "think" about [or should I say, something to make all the gardening go easier!]...
Happy Summer!
Vim
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"There is too much discussion in modern society.
Discussion is not solving our problems – discussion itself has become a problem – a gigantic problem.
A society that does mental work will discuss itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will argue itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will debate itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work can never stop discussions / debates / arguments – it is impossible.
It will discuss / debate / argue till the last moment of it’s existence.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are creations of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are diseases of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / debates / arguments can end only in agriculture-based societies that do physical work.
We cannot do physical-work and mental-work simultaneously.
There is an inverse relationship between physical-work and mental-work.
If one is high [more] the other has got to be low [less]
If we want to do physical work we have to reduce mental activity by the same proportion.
If we want to do mental work we have to reduce physical activity by the same proportion.
There is very little discussion / debate / argument in societies that do physical work - ie, agriculture-based societies - And this is the reason why they are millions of times saner than industrial societies."
Happy Summer!
Vim
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"There is too much discussion in modern society.
Discussion is not solving our problems – discussion itself has become a problem – a gigantic problem.
A society that does mental work will discuss itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will argue itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work will debate itself to destruction [extinction]
A society that does mental work can never stop discussions / debates / arguments – it is impossible.
It will discuss / debate / argue till the last moment of it’s existence.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are creations of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / Debates / Arguments – these are diseases of a society that has switched-over from physical work to mental work.
Discussions / debates / arguments can end only in agriculture-based societies that do physical work.
We cannot do physical-work and mental-work simultaneously.
There is an inverse relationship between physical-work and mental-work.
If one is high [more] the other has got to be low [less]
If we want to do physical work we have to reduce mental activity by the same proportion.
If we want to do mental work we have to reduce physical activity by the same proportion.
There is very little discussion / debate / argument in societies that do physical work - ie, agriculture-based societies - And this is the reason why they are millions of times saner than industrial societies."
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Life in the Holodeck...
I have observed that things only have meaning when I give them meaning. There is no inherent meaning in anything. There is no task. No duty. No goal. Everything just is. I play with it however I choose to play. I can play victim… or victimizer… or victim-free. Saved... lost... or salvation-free. It is a pathless land. No authorities except those I choose to create. No walls. No bars. No chains. Just movement. Freedom.
The dark things like murder exist because the awareness of that freedom is dimmed. People fight to get out of holes they think they are in but are not. Nothing is around us except what we focus on or choose to see. We can play our lives however we choose to. We can make ourselves miserable. We can surround ourselves with disappointments… with pain… with sufferings. We might even find a way to soar.
When we get overwhelmed it pays to step back and observe the whole circus that lies before us and within us. All the constructs and mental gymnastics we go through to manipulate the outcomes. All the situations we drawn to ourselves. All the patterns and cycles we run through and refuse to SEE, let alone release. We are master puppeteers. All of us. Our refusal to look and see this about ourselves is perhaps the greatest trick of all.
Make a list of all the little tricks we play. You will notice the absurdity of much of it, but stay free of judgment. This is life in the Holodeck. Nothing is real. Not even the games we play. It CAN be quite entertaining once the real reality sets in. It can free up a lot of our overly-serious energy and make life a whole lot easier… Thank-you, Gipetto.
The dark things like murder exist because the awareness of that freedom is dimmed. People fight to get out of holes they think they are in but are not. Nothing is around us except what we focus on or choose to see. We can play our lives however we choose to. We can make ourselves miserable. We can surround ourselves with disappointments… with pain… with sufferings. We might even find a way to soar.
When we get overwhelmed it pays to step back and observe the whole circus that lies before us and within us. All the constructs and mental gymnastics we go through to manipulate the outcomes. All the situations we drawn to ourselves. All the patterns and cycles we run through and refuse to SEE, let alone release. We are master puppeteers. All of us. Our refusal to look and see this about ourselves is perhaps the greatest trick of all.
Make a list of all the little tricks we play. You will notice the absurdity of much of it, but stay free of judgment. This is life in the Holodeck. Nothing is real. Not even the games we play. It CAN be quite entertaining once the real reality sets in. It can free up a lot of our overly-serious energy and make life a whole lot easier… Thank-you, Gipetto.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
May Day Gamma Ray Burst: Message from Cygnus...
SWIFT detected a Gamma Ray Burst this morning at 4:44a.m.EST.
Here is the link for the basic information:
Today's Gamma Ray Burst
The points of origin of these bursts always fascinates me, especially the mythic origins. Nothing happens randomly. We have many ways of getting our own attention. So I stop to ponder and here's what I see.
GRB060501A originated within the constellation Cygnus. Cygnus is the Swan. It is also referred to as the Northern Cross. Basic info on Cygnus is at this link among others:
Cygnus
The most fascinating connection I'm making regards lyrics of two songs/epics by the band Rush.
Here's a summary:
In the constellation of Cygnus lies a mysterious black hole that is simply titled "Cygnus X-1". An explorer aboard the ship "Rocinante" is curious about the black hole as it draws him in ("The x-ray is her siren song..."). Eventually, the pull of gravity is too great, and the explorer is sucked into a mysterious land.The traveler finds himself in a world caught up in the struggle between Heart and Mind. The logical thinkers are led by Apollo and the emotional people are ruled by Dionysus. Apollo has his people build cities and explore the depths of science and knowledge, but Dionysus lures many of them into the "forests" and provides love, which many felt that Apollo's society was missing.
Civil war breaks out as the two different ways of life clash. This leads up to the point where the Rocinante spins through the black hole of Cygnus X-1 and into this mysterious land. When the explorer (now referred to as a "God") enters the land, he notices the fighting and becomes upset. At this point, the explorer has become invisible with no physical mass at all. Troubled by all the fighting, the "spirit" of the lost hero lets out a silent scream, which is felt by the warriors. This causes the people to cease their struggle and unite together. The explorer is regarded as a hero, and is deemed "Cygnus, the God of Balance" for his arrival that brought the two sides together.
Although the storyline revolves around this science fiction world, it uses Greek mythology to explain the double meaning. Cygnus X-1 is primarily about the discovery of two conflicting ways of life, and two vastly different ways in which the human mind thinks (logic and emotion are separated into separate sides, or hemispheres, of the brain). The balance point (Cygnus) allows the mind to think with some logic and emotion at the same time, allowing people to be analytical, but not unemotional.
SOURCE
Here are the finale lyrics:
"I have memory and awareness,
But I have no shape or form.
As a disembodied spirit,
I am dead and yet unborn.
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old,
To the city of Immortals,
Marble white and purest gold.
I see the gods in battle rage on high,
Thunderbolts across the sky.
I cannot move, I cannot hide,
I feel a silent scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased.
A stillness fell, of sound and peace.
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was atonished;
Dionysus thought me mad.
But they heard my story further,
And they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear,
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres.
They sat a while in silence,
Then they turned at last to me.
"We will call you Cygnus,
The god of Balance you shall be."
---RUSH
My conclusions are always morphing, but it seems that the "God of Balance" has sent a message of sorts. May Day is traditionally a day of conflict between established forces and the common man, kings and peasants, clergy and parishoner, newcomers and native populations...Mind and Heart. Today isn't much different. Perhaps the Swan's energy calls us to awake, to reconsider, to seek the balance. Even the time of the burst begs consideration... 4:44am. I don't really know... you will have to decide these things as we all do.
Just wanted to put this out as it came to me...Would also like to hear your thoughts...
Vim
Here is the link for the basic information:
Today's Gamma Ray Burst
The points of origin of these bursts always fascinates me, especially the mythic origins. Nothing happens randomly. We have many ways of getting our own attention. So I stop to ponder and here's what I see.
GRB060501A originated within the constellation Cygnus. Cygnus is the Swan. It is also referred to as the Northern Cross. Basic info on Cygnus is at this link among others:
Cygnus
The most fascinating connection I'm making regards lyrics of two songs/epics by the band Rush.
Here's a summary:
In the constellation of Cygnus lies a mysterious black hole that is simply titled "Cygnus X-1". An explorer aboard the ship "Rocinante" is curious about the black hole as it draws him in ("The x-ray is her siren song..."). Eventually, the pull of gravity is too great, and the explorer is sucked into a mysterious land.The traveler finds himself in a world caught up in the struggle between Heart and Mind. The logical thinkers are led by Apollo and the emotional people are ruled by Dionysus. Apollo has his people build cities and explore the depths of science and knowledge, but Dionysus lures many of them into the "forests" and provides love, which many felt that Apollo's society was missing.
Civil war breaks out as the two different ways of life clash. This leads up to the point where the Rocinante spins through the black hole of Cygnus X-1 and into this mysterious land. When the explorer (now referred to as a "God") enters the land, he notices the fighting and becomes upset. At this point, the explorer has become invisible with no physical mass at all. Troubled by all the fighting, the "spirit" of the lost hero lets out a silent scream, which is felt by the warriors. This causes the people to cease their struggle and unite together. The explorer is regarded as a hero, and is deemed "Cygnus, the God of Balance" for his arrival that brought the two sides together.
Although the storyline revolves around this science fiction world, it uses Greek mythology to explain the double meaning. Cygnus X-1 is primarily about the discovery of two conflicting ways of life, and two vastly different ways in which the human mind thinks (logic and emotion are separated into separate sides, or hemispheres, of the brain). The balance point (Cygnus) allows the mind to think with some logic and emotion at the same time, allowing people to be analytical, but not unemotional.
SOURCE
Here are the finale lyrics:
"I have memory and awareness,
But I have no shape or form.
As a disembodied spirit,
I am dead and yet unborn.
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old,
To the city of Immortals,
Marble white and purest gold.
I see the gods in battle rage on high,
Thunderbolts across the sky.
I cannot move, I cannot hide,
I feel a silent scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased.
A stillness fell, of sound and peace.
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified.
Apollo was atonished;
Dionysus thought me mad.
But they heard my story further,
And they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear,
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres.
They sat a while in silence,
Then they turned at last to me.
"We will call you Cygnus,
The god of Balance you shall be."
---RUSH
My conclusions are always morphing, but it seems that the "God of Balance" has sent a message of sorts. May Day is traditionally a day of conflict between established forces and the common man, kings and peasants, clergy and parishoner, newcomers and native populations...Mind and Heart. Today isn't much different. Perhaps the Swan's energy calls us to awake, to reconsider, to seek the balance. Even the time of the burst begs consideration... 4:44am. I don't really know... you will have to decide these things as we all do.
Just wanted to put this out as it came to me...Would also like to hear your thoughts...
Vim
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Forget Being An American... It'll Help...
"Through nationalism you can never come to human unity, to world unity. By your beliefs, ideals, prejudices, the unity of man is ever being broken up. There must be organized planning for the well being of man, and that can be brought about only when nationalism and class distinction, with their exploitation, no longer exist. If you really felt for the whole of mankind, you would then see the immense necessity for a complete human action, which can come about only when you cease to talk in terms of nationalities, of classes, of religions."
-Jiddu Krishnamurti
-Jiddu Krishnamurti
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