| Thursday, November 27, 2008 |  |
| Intelligentsia |
 It seems to me, that there is enough evidence to suggest, that:
One must 'learn' less to learn how to critically think. One who is taught too much, therefore cannot truly THINK. One who is highly schooled in a highly competitive environment, therefore, might be trained to be stupid. And those who have the funding for more progressive education, are groomed to think slowly and to solve the world's problems. But how can the gentiles teach the masses, then, when the evil matrix wants to condition the sheep they are smart, because they have learnt so much? Here-in lies the problem between altruistic Western empires and Roman thugs. Neither wins. [ Poems & Musings | 2008-11-27 08:32 | 10 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Tuesday, October 28, 2008 | |
| Changing Our Ideas |
| Obama talks a lot about a change in perspective, ending the illusion of duality. I loved this. It's not about bigger or smaller govt but better govt. It's about values, ethos, and changing our minds.
A miracle is a change in perception. I was thinking the other day, 'what if I lost my drive?'... then I was thinking maybe I used it all up in the first half? third? of it! I was so full of energy! Then I realized, the idea of drive is about the patriarchal mind. I need to prove something so I have drive to prove it. Yes I am still passionate, but feeling less like I want to prove I can do it! I know I can. I have proven it/ that... whatever IT is! So now what? It's about inside-out. Centering, aligning, breathing, becoming, expressing... flowing into a true embodiment of what IS, not 'it'. Subjective becomes shared, rather than objective games of proving 'it'.... [ Poems & Musings | 2008-10-28 18:40 | 5 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Tuesday, August 31, 2004 | |
| Old Aphrodite, New Aphrodiate. Same Day |
 My darling star-root sister Letecia reminds me of my old epic poems and I dare say, 6 years later, in Avalon, an alchemical marriage that brought the deepest transcendental light of Soul, and the darkest despair of manic depression.. now changing forms... with a new business being birthed out of the entire energy of Love through the ages -- Aphrodite continues to shine on. and the Mysteries of this Ever Ever Apple Isle... are indeed, Hers. Can't believe I wrote this then, and am Knowing still, discovering Still, yet still still yet... exactly what This Means... That:
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| Thursday, January 22, 2004 | |
| Drinking the Cup |
 A mentor/ friend today reminded me of an old Yeats' favourite... quite apropos to my current spiral dance...
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. -- William Butler Yeats [ Poems & Musings | 2004-01-22 18:31 | 2 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Tuesday, January 20, 2004 | |
| Western Banana Splits |
 I was thinking about a pretty Deep Philosophical Conundrum last night ----- that perhaps this new age idea and politically correct Californian psychology that implied each individual is choosing something, say a life pattern, or drama... like me with the many levels of feeling like a victim, estranged, misunderstood, scapegoat... this base level shadow side of a multi-faceted 'story'.... well, the actual idea of 'changing my mind' ... on a soul level... is another way of shaming? That 'Oh boy,, I can't get this life lesson right', feeling is still feeling alone, isn't it? I keep going back to this place of desperation and despair from the patterns that spiral into my own lunacy..... The only way to shift patterns, perhaps, is not to even think about it. To let life's dramas and dance's play out... until we naturally and organically tire of them or develop new approaches, without a forced idea of 'I have to let this go, or I am mis-creating my life'...... To understand the levels that lead to unconscious patterning is inherent in the western psyche... that is shining the light of understanding upon them.... but it's the very 'split' western mind that thinks 'i have to get this right' .... to accept responsibility as a separate being making wholly incomplete decisions, is often actually part of the western dis-ease itself. We are not separate. We have lost true commune-ity. With ourselves and with the cosmos... we are TOO individuated. And so the western psychological and metaphysical idea that it's all down to our individual SELF, that we need to be the one to change it, that we are THE director, producer and actor in our own 'story'... well, that idea is again not taking account for the energetic dance, the wave vs. particle theory of life. Like they say that String Theory is philosophy and not really science, because at this point, they will never know if the strings are the surfaces of 'something' coming in from another dimension. The influences on a galactic and universal level are staggering. Each "I" is a centre, but the whole fucking whirling whilrds are full of centres. Are we insane and egotistical enough to think WE have THE power, seperate from what else is happening? No, the true 'master' is one who is in UNISON with all the other events that are happening AT ONCE. And time the greatest trickster is telling us that this story can be retold. Well, yes. And, no. I guess that's what I am saying. The dance is beyond the human linear ideas. Until we learn to think, feel, experience with all the dimensions and worlds, the idea of creating a new reality pragmatically, is still a selfish western notion.
(I read something last year about this book Return of the Dark/Light Mother or New Age Armageddon? Towards a Feminist Vision of the Future by Monica Sjoo.. and how she explores these issues of individuality vs. community as being new age, western, patriarchal denial.... have to say, I agree!) [ Poems & Musings | 2004-01-20 08:10 | 14 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Tuesday, November 25, 2003 | |
| NOTES TO MYSELF ON THE NATURE OF ABUNDANCE IN DEEP WINTER |
 FROM MY ICQ SESSION WITH LETECIA EARLIER...
IT'S SO UNNATURAL TO HAVE TO WORK HARD THIS TIME OF YEAR... I YEARN FOR A LIFE WHEN WINTER CAN BE SPENT ON THE SPOILS OF THE HARVESTS.... RETURN RETURN COME AGAIN OH CHURN CHURN CHURN ANCIENT FUTURE ABUNDANT LIFE LET ME OPEN, LET US OPEN, LET THE ECLIPTICAL REVOLUTION RETURN RETURN RETURN TO THAT ETERNAL RETURN OF THE NOW.... SIGH, COLLAPSE AND BECOME AGAIN, THE POTENTIAL MULTIPLE ASSETS, FACETS, ASPECTS, OF I, MYSELF, ME AND THE WE WE WE LET IT BE, CREATED, INSPIRED AND IN FLOW FLOW FLOW LET IT RESIDE AND LIVE AND BREATHE IN ME ~ THROUGH MY MIND ... THROUGH MY TRUE MIND. [ Poems & Musings | 2003-11-25 11:56 | 4 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Tuesday, October 28, 2003 | |
| 24 Oct 03 Balsamic Moon Flights |
 Healings Rise of Olde Rise from cold Witches, sisters Old Come hither Come forever Rise the wind The sea The sand earth rain Fire fire inside The deadning life Find what works Redeem what keeps Fly Fly up and away May life renew May something Some Thing Remain... ... [ Poems & Musings | 2003-10-28 13:27 | 6 comments | PermaLink ] More > |
| Thursday, August 21, 2003 | |
| Men |
 War of the sexes? Or no real men? A close friend and neighbour showed up on my doorstep last night telling me about her husband who has issues of control over possessions and money. She is doubly more educated but has two very very small children. He holds a 17th century idea of traditional marriage and somehow thinks she should be content with that. He didn't appreciate her not 'being grateful' of their marriage so in the end decided to slam her about -- yes, physically I mean. She had a band-aid on her foot to prove it. Where has my sense of self gone? She mused... and I wonder. I knew about it, as I felt that way after I had my now-two year old. One of my life's work is about healing thru all the elements, through the personal love and pure raw vortex energies that the womb holds... but I digress. Twenty years ago in Glastonbury there was a woman's riot (or so I am told) and a bunch of them started having women's meetings, and then most of them ended up leaving their husbands. From some points of view this wasn't such a good thing in the end. Here we are, more than a generation later, and I see this Amazon energy being held back in several of my peers who have small children. I don't think it's conscious, but there are so many parallel themes about old-world thinkings in Western men about what is failure and success... the Inner Critic that is not one I relate to. For me and many women, Life is a journey, the Great Mystery. I have judgment about the way men are treating women I love. Is this all about Mars? I don't know, but something strange is in the air. Universes seem sliding away and for some reason I feel calm in the storm. I find myself giving advice I feel is 'right' and when I hear myself, I realize I need to take my own. Love is all you need. But true love has to do with courage, wisdom and transparency. Be ye like Children. But not like Angels, as in Philip Pullman's trilogy -- for Angels War. Will Mars walk away quietly or will this balancing of the energies continue to hone us closer and closer to Who We Really Are? Getting back to this Imagineering Concept that Ming and I and our whirling creative shared universes seem to be rethreading, is that we can use any set of philosophies to prove our quantive point. I walk in many worlds and seem to 'see' some basic meanness being justified by men who are not, in fact, being supportive or loving to women who have loved them. This, indeed, feels like war. It doesn't feel like mad insane war. It actually feels like tactical differences. Like, let's make a stand. Lovers unite. The 'spade is spade' story. Don't use flowers and steal the very language you learnt from us, to justify complete cop-outs. One such 'man' used one of the longest compilations of quotes I have ever seen, to try to get to his shared 'audience' with a woman he has very ungracefully broken up with. Why don't we get real here? What -are- we imagining? This is not lunacy, but marsacy. I am sick and disappointed, but again, I have never felt more calm about my own 'truth'. It's not opinion, intuition, instincts, gossip or loose ideas. It's based on experience and in some strange sense, gnosis. This morning I phoned the Somerset police and got the facts about what my local friend should do next time he threatens or hurts her physically. Here we can get practical. With other more insidious abuses, where the split-collective mythos of Her sons whom still wage war on their mothers', projecting her as their lovers they shun and 'divide and conquer'... well, what can I say? I think I've said it.[ Poems & Musings | 2003-08-21 13:32 | 1 comment | PermaLink ] More > |
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