Today I want to say a hello to all the people around the world who access my site. It is an honor and out of this world cool feeling to correspond, be united in mind and heart, with people all around this globe.
Euterpe plays her music for you.
Regardless of governments, pandemics and all that jazz, we can still go beyond and be friends… share our stories. It is truly amazing to me… I love it.
And I am sure the Praying Mantis is there all around the world… so here is to all Praying Mantis and all the people who share in this strange adventure called life… here on WordPress…
In the early 1980s, as a wild, crazy-looking punk chick, the Los Angeles Rosicrucian Fellowship let me in and loved me, even though I was very wild. They included me in the fellowship, and I grew to trust them and love them, and I learned esoteric knowledge from them.
Right off Sunset in Los Angeles on Rosemont Ave.
Picture taken 2024.
Life is good and sometimes it is bad. Today I had an old-fashioned Marie Calendar’s chicken pot pie and I listened to the Saints. One of my favorite songs drummed by Ivor Hay…
For over forty years I have had both Max Heindel and Carl Jung books dancing upon my bookshelves.
A friend brought them together for me in a book. I had already brought them together in myself and often that contrary element was there. Yet the two I speak of have come together in so many profound ways.
Max Heindel and the Rosicrucian Fellowship
One of my favorite images of Max at Niagara Falls
I also took the same train from Los Angeles to Oceanside for visits. The same journey as Max and his wife Augusta Foss. She too was a profound astrologer.
The holy grail, the philosophers stone, astrology, philosophy, psyche, soul, myths, magic, mysticism, occultism, good character building and individuation. Hope from despair, unconsciousness towards consciousness. The strange elements of light, darkness, and shadow play. The real world of freedom and responsibility.
At the same time, I have been asked to go back to the beginning. To start over to be punished for all my studying, prayers, and service. What was inspiration having all turned to dogma.
In the book I speak of it has brought together Max and Jung through a journey like mine.
For Jung it was a walk with astrology and theosophy where he found Max and the Rosicrucian Fellowship in Oceanside California. He took a correspondence course to learn Astrology there. Me too, how wonderful this is to know.
Carl Jung and Jungian psychology
I knew that they held a connection within me but now I have the proof outside of me with facts, documents and much more.
Jung included everyone with his words and the more I study him and his works I find a similar rich world that is within me and outside of me… both Max and Jung helped me to come forward from inside of me to outside of me… as my soul and my creativity… in a punk controlled measure like a good Saints song.
The world is in a constant state of contraries. It is up to each person to find balance. Today is a contrary day for me of great joy and great sadness.
Original art was Sold December 2022 at Jail Guitar Doors Art Show benefit. A simple layout for a Flopside comic.
This is a Flopside Bubblegum Comic I did a few years back. I like to doodle and when I had my HP Printer it came with an online creative app that offered many different options for creative endeavor. The left and right handed kind.
Today Kerry Love Canal, as I affectionately think of him, asked for my rock drawings to add to his site. I may take him up on his offer. Back to doing what I do best, doodle.
SO, here is one I resurrect for Kerry.
Now I must find a creative app that goes with my new Kyocera Printer. I think the best of life is having creative endeavors.
( I added Dodger Dog Joey Ramone original for New Wave Chicken Art about Baseball)
In Celebration of Women’s History Month! March 2022 !
Ward Bond and Marjorie Main
“Lucy : [singing] If the ocean was whiskey, and I was a duck, I’d dive to the bottom, and never come up. Oh baby, oh baby, I’ve told you before, the more I drink whiskey, I love you the more! Oh baby, oh baby.”
The Women, 1939
To publish books by oneself is to find a place which works with an ideal of freedom and responsibility. Working with other publishers did not work out for me. If you want to define it in a nutshell doing it yourself is what punk is. Yup!
We punks had to do it ourselves, Or D.I.Y.~ cause no one else worked with us or the way we wanted to do it. No-one else was interested.
We punks created the concept and this created our scene. We did it!
Now many people approach me wanting to know the story.
Below is an excerpt from my little memoir that came out a couple years ago.
My Punkalullaby is a desirable little punk number. It is not perfect because stories aren’t meant to be perfect … because stories are just stories.
“I was becoming one with My Punkalullaby. I coined the word punkalullaby. It means that the whole time I was in the punk rock scene, from beginning to end, it was all about a song. One song to the next pulled me throughout the scene. Once that loud music got into my blood there was nothing like it. I was socially awkward, wild, and morally uncultivated. I was a perfect product for the Los Angeles punk rock scene because I was someone that the normal culture had completely abandoned. Yet here I was, welcomed into an underground counterculture.”
Page 17, My Punkalullaby
And though over the years I have tried to hide, ignore, and give it the finger, the punk scene always catches me with a huge tussle to the floor. A revealing movement of love, music, and friends pull me back in.
Promoting books through a small publishing company is not some big gorilla. It is a nudge like a pint at the local pub, a cup of coffee or sharing a yummy cupcake. No big deal really. Makes me happy. It is amusing to me.
Hopefully, whoever finds this little punk number will be inspired to walk through the door. Finding books like this is a pass time that many of us share. The love of reading a story is part of who we are. It is how My Punkalullaby is modeled.
To all the books we find or that find us…. that inspire us.
It was that time of year when shadow comes to visit. I am not a novice on these matters.
Flying in the room the winged insect flew up to the wood support beam between the kitchen and the living room. Dark, lively, and awkward as this insect bug seemed, it was nothing compared to the sound our yellow tabby made.
A continuous sweet meow yelp came forward from him. Nacho heralding this cat party- ritual had begun! He was on top of the kitchen table.
Nacho
The other three cats came into focus upon this amazement. The two black kittens Poobah and Whisky and then Mikey the noodle love cat. His green eyes glowed with the look of attack.
Mikey
It was late and we did not know how the insect came in the house. The lights outdoors enticed it into the house. We also have a loose screen in the back bedroom.
The cats jumped up to heights trying to reach the bug. It was brown as a water bug, or cockroach, or may have been a beetle of some sort.
The beetle flew into the kitchen hiding as the four cats made their rounds. We tried to move the insect outdoors into the hot summer night. We turned off all the lights except for the one at the small entrance into the house. As moths fly to fire so this little creature may take the same bate. It did fly out a few times only to fly back as the cats followed it. No luck.
I looked back into the kitchen to where the insect flew, and I swear I saw a cat on the stove.
“Hey, look over there one of the cats is on the stove, it may not be a good place for the cat.”
No cat was there. I did take a picture and saw the dark outline of a cat with white eyes. It was very scary. I thought maybe some darkness flew into the house this evening. The cats alerted me to something more than just an insect. They are good at that.
I did a brief sage cleansing of our home. I said a prayer while moving throughout the rooms. I especially focused on the kitchen where I saw the shadow animal. I saw the dark shadow outside our kitchen window as I closed it. It was told to leave and not come back. I deleted the image I took as well. A symbolic action.
I then fell asleep on the couch.
A deep underbelly monotonous growl woke me up. I listened and looked around carefully to see where the sound was coming from. Seems one of the little black kittens had the insect contained on the ground. I quickly threw a towel over the insect and ran to the front door to put the creature outside. I saw it struggling on its back. I pushed it over. It took fight.
Poobah and Whiskey as kittens…
Entering the house, the cats were redirected with some treats from the cupboard. They must have enjoyed the Winged Insect Party.
The cats had their fun. An exorcism needs to be performed now and then and my cats do enjoy the process.
I wrote to my government representatives and to Sacramento a year ago. No response and here we are going through the underbelly of a police officer fascist system tied in with a towing impounding company that steals your car for ransom. FUCK YOU Baby!
A nice Saturday afternoon and we noticed our truck was gone. We called the police and contacted our AAA insurance provider. We thought our truck was stolen. Then this nasty story revealed itself for the darkness that it is.
We have had problems with the DMV during the last year and a half. Lost information, driver licenses never showing up after being paid online and a non-issued renewal notice was not mailed to us. This causing our registration to be about five months behind. Wow what criminals we be?
We went out of Los Angeles County to renew our Real IDs and Drivers Licenses. In a small-town surrounded by oil jacks, open tree farms and the desert. I really have grown to like Taft California. Has the small-town feeling showing us what it is like to go through a pandemic? Yet the lines and the service at their DMV is short, curt, and done in an hour.
In Los Angeles County the fucking DMV experience is hell on earth. Long lines, rudeness and a heart attack is leering around the corner.
So, we have found a way that moves around this devil. Los Angeles County needs more DMV buildings to service the increase in population. But no, how could they be that thoughtful or nice. They refer us to an online system that is currently corrupted. Lost files, information and my car renewal and driver’s license all uncomfortably gone or wicked wrong. I wrote to my government representatives and to Sacramento a year ago. No response and here we are going through the underbelly of a police officer fascist system tied in with a towing impounding company that steals your car for ransom.
A simple fix it ticket would have been the normal and decent thing to do. Especially it would have alerted me to the fact that something is wrong. I did not get my car renewal.
Our was impounded. A family car that was parked in front of our home. The police knew this. All it took was a knock at the door, but I was told they do not do that. They enforce laws and the towing companies charge fees. It is the type of scam that you see in the movies. It is real here in Los Angeles and it is a dark story.
So being that it happened on a Saturday we had to wait until Monday to get anything done. The renewal DMV online told me that the truck’s VIN and license plate were invalid.
I finally found a service online. Fucking rip-off criminals called California Need Tags.
A third-party company that is not associated with the DMV on the DMV’s official web page. Now if that is not corruption and hacking, I don’t know what is. The DMV are clueless to this too. It is crazy. Yet, we paid the fee.
I called the police and they told me no I needed a one day driving permit to drive our car to get it a smog check. Oh yes that was cleverly added on to the dark equation of stressful possibilities.
So on to Taft California to get a one-day pass to get our truck out and pay the ransom.
The last dark tunnel to check out is if the Taft DMV will honor the registration fees we paid recently online. We were charged late fees too.
Even though the DMV never sent me a renewal and I could not renew my registration online.
Update: They did not so we had to pay the registration fee again. We wanted to pay our other truck off. The registration is due in September. Yet they told us we could not because it is too early. We have not received a renewal notice either. I usually receive them about 5 months in advance. So, I am overly concerned.
I will go to my local AAA to register our other truck in August.
Think about it, only 5 months late on our car registration fees the police can take your car and impound it. Ya you may have the pink slip, and insurance and the car may be parked in front of your home… they can take it.
Even when the dumb-ass DMV fucks up… you cannot… that is a double standard that does not add up. It is called corruption. Thinking of the many years of paying these fees and our car insurance, they can just take our truck is very disturbing.
I think we should pay one registration fee for a car when it is first purchased only. Not every year.
The nightmare is over but please be careful. They are all on the take… the police are in the business of “grand theft auto” and holding your car for ransom.
