How does a Liar sound?

Deceits abound here and there. Why does a person, place or thing need to build on untruth about another or spread a falsehood to build their self-image? It happens all the time. Does one youthfully or carelessly speak up and address the untruths?

To make an untrue statement with intent is meant to deceive. A bold lie creates chaos because there is the truth always echoing its good shadow which blocks the profanity.  

To step back and let the fates do their work is good. Our ancient “Weird Sisters” are wonderful at unspinning lies in time as destiny.

So, whether it is a person, place or thing that moves in the world of the sinister causing clouds of chaos ~so be it. The noun knows it libels and many times others see this too. In time the truth will prevail in this world or comfortably in a single person’s rewarded soul.

I am addressing a little trouble of a few untruths I have found. I am going to do a random pick from a book. Which means, I go to a book address the issue to the book and then open to a page and see what it says? The first true paragoge that beholds my soul.

A paragraph from one of the Black Books by CG Jung will guide my focus.  

I learned this synchronicity technique from Francis of Assisi. One year I visited the Poor Clare’s and adjoining Franciscan Brothers back on one of my journeys on the east coast New York around 1990. I am not sure I learned it from them. Maybe I was inspired from a biography about Francis of Assisi.

I do not shy away from the holy, sacred, or any Promethean fire so here goes.

Book 3 from CG Jung The Black Books

December 30, 1913 – January 14, 1914

Izd. Surprised. Who are these misshapen ones, are these your comrades?

These are not men, they are (72/73) relics of the past which one occasionally encounters. They used to be very important, they’re now used mostly as shepherds.

Izd. (“) What a wonderous country!”

Over there I see a town. I had better avoid it. There could be a crowd gathering.  

Izd. Don’t you want to go to this town?  

No, the enlightened live there. They’re actually dangerous, since they cook the strongest poisons from which even we must protect ourselves. But you need not worry, night has almost fallen and no one will see us. I know a remote farmhouse here. I have close friends there who will take us in for the night.

Pg. 129. (v.3)

An unrecognized alien

Dr. Jacques Vallée: You’ll have to get out of these little boxes, you know, physics on my left and psychology on my right, you can’t do that, you cannot do that in dealing with UFOs. What I’m saying is you cannot do that anymore in dealing with astrophysics. The problem that scientists have today is that time and space, the way we were thinking about them, don’t make sense when you begin to deal with particle entanglement and with entanglement of larger physical things. So we’re going to get to the same place eventually.


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Page 88 The SacriDcal Murder Carl Jung “Red Book” – Carl Gustav Jung / The Red Book

“But the way is my own self, my own life founded upon myself. The God wants my life. He wants to go with me, sit at the table with me, work with me. Above all he wanted to be ever-present. But I’m ashamed of my God. I don’t want to be divine but reasonable. The divine appears to me as irrational craziness. I hate it as an absurd disturbance of my meaningful human activity. It seems an unbecoming sickness which has stolen into the regular course of my life. Yes, I even find the divine superfluous.” Jung 78/98


I have not done this for a while. To randomly pick a book and open the page and read a paragraph. It is a type of trance effort. Some of the worst and best loved characters that I have read or studied live in a kind of trance world.   A place of myth, magic and raised consciousness.  William Blake, Carl Jung, and the pitiful creature known as Adolf Hitler. I am studying Hitler’s biography now. I was amazed how his and their lives moved in the same worlds.

The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age.  The world of Blake, Jung and Hitler are different. One cannot superimpose our current world upon theirs. Which leads me to the randomly picked book and paragraph today.

Blake is a marvelous visionary and artist. He inspires humanity to think and brings beauty in reach of our grasp. Jung heals humanity with his depth psychology. Hitler inverts compassion and goodness. He shows us what the worst part of human nature is. They all use their unique wills to inspire or destroy. Blake and Jung show us that humanity is a wondrous reality. They have dived into their unconscious and show us luminous stars and a good conscience.  We find our history and our future with inspired foresight; what it is to do good for humanity. Blake keeps the best and the worst at bay while focusing his will to ascend to transcendence. Hitler did this too.  To understand him, his world, one becomes aware of a trance of darkness; he is a mythologist of national German superhuman qualities…of what it is to be demonically insane!  He is without a touch of human soul or spirit! No sparks make him human. Hitler is the trance of a monster! How can anyone in their right mind address such a hideous freak as him with a salute?


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“It is one of the wonders of human existence that a person can live a long and happy life without once becoming aware of the reality of consciousness and its ability to transcend the immediate physical level. At the instant of death, will time suspend its rule long enough for such people to realize what they missed?”

~ Pg. 153 Jacques Vallee, Confrontations; A scientist’s Search for Alien Contact.

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I love Vallee. He is the scientist that places himself in the world of myth, magic and raised consciousness! He does not ignore art or music either. He rings the heart of a compassion that wants to know. He transcends a nationalist myth blending with Blake’s “universal humanity,” or Jung’s “collective unconscious.”


“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”

~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.


Beware of the moon birds.

Mrs. Bundy: Birds have been on this planet, Miss Daniels, since Archaeopteryx, a hundred and forty million years ago. Does not it seem odd that they would wait all that time to start a… a war against humanity. ~ The Birds

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I recently watched Alfred Hitchcock’s film The Birds. The film is based on the novelette by Daphne du Maurier. The screenplay is written by Evan Hunter, Ed MacBain, and both, the film, and the story, are vastly different. Yet, both have similar and highly symbolic connections that I find fascinating.

The moon is not used in word or image in either the film or story. Indirectly, the moon is the main hidden movement in both. The birds are the “sturm and drang” in the film and story.

I remember when I first viewed The Birds on TV! I was about the age of the little girl Cathy Brenner. I thought the film was scary. My friends and I often pretended and played scenes from the Birds. We ran down hills of golden green frightened by our imaginary fierce birds.

Cathy Brenner: When we got back from taking Michelle home, we heard the explosion and went outside to see what it was. All at once, the birds were everywhere. All at once, she pushed me inside and they covered her. Annie, she pushed me inside.

I have grown up with this film. My point being is that the film is more about relationships between women then about the birds. In the film one finds maiden, mother, and crone. Annie Hayworth is the sexy maiden where Lydia Brenner is the mother. Ethel Griffies plays the old crone “ornithologist.” The interesting character of Melanie Daniels plays a female goddess of the moon. She is mysterious, magical, intuitive, and carries love birds to her desired man.

Melanie Daniels: I thought you knew! I want to go through life jumping into fountains naked, good night! ~ Film, The Birds

In the novelette by Maurier the same indirect influence is applied. The birds in her story are influenced by the ocean tide as narrated by the main character Nat Hocken. He works on a farm and describes his knowledge of the land and the sea. He is knowledgeable of all the birds in his environment. He is one of nature and his knowledge is as wise as the ornithologist Ethel Griffies from Hunter’s screenplay.

The species included blackbird, thrush, the common house-sparrow, and, as might be expected in the metropolis, a vast quantity of pigeons and starlings, and that frequenter of the London river, the black-headed gull.~ du Maurier, Daphne. The Birds: and Other Stories (Kindle Locations 311-312). Little, Brown, and Company. Kindle Edition.

Both film and story indirectly show evidence of the influence of the moon, as the phases of a woman’s life, or the ocean tide. The uncanny attack of the birds is an unconscious one. It is a dynamic pull by the moon at Bodega Bay California or England at a bay of Cornwall on the Celtic Sea. Both film and story hold interesting perspectives. A wonderful film to see and greater story to read.

Maybe the lull in battle was because of the tide. There was some law the birds obeyed, and it was all to do with the east wind and the tide. He glanced at his watch. Nearly eight o’clock. It must have gone high water an hour ago. That explained the lull: the birds attacked with the flood tide. It might not work that way inland, up country, but it seemed as if it was so this way on the coast. He reckoned the time limit in his head. They had six hours to go, without attack. When the tide turned again, around one-twenty in the morning, the birds would come back… ~du Maurier, Daphne. The Birds: and Other Stories (Kindle Locations 523-527). Little, Brown, and Company. Kindle Edition.

 


A reason for being or a strange mythos science fiction tale?

When I first became aware that everything living has a consciousness, I was overwhelmed with a sense of responsibility! Then in a while, I settled down into this web of life. We are all here for such a short time ! I’ve come to know that it is the little efforts we do, with this awareness, that communicates who we are to the rest of the web! Even books carry a living awareness. The Internet is a vast global mental awareness that communicates now! We are all connected mentally and sometimes emotionally.

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During a thunder-storm last year a bolt of lightning above my house made the car alarm go off! While looking for my keys to turn off the alarm, something strange happened. I looked up at the computer monitor! I was calm and then the computer turned on! I watched as windows opened and mail sites opened! Without a password! There I stood gazing into another family member’s mail and messages! I quickly turned off the computer! I then turned off the car alarm! It all happened so fast!

Is humanity now involved in a strange mythology science fiction tale? Are we now reaching a point where our psyche and the cosmos are merging in a state of communication awareness? This is not a new concept.

Noospheere, introduced by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin  is a,

“social phenomenon [as] the culmination of and not the attenuation of the biological phenomenon.”[9]   

He was a “French idealist philosopher and Jesuit priest” who seems to have predicted the coming of the internet. He may not have known how it would manifest, but he sure got me believing. I read his work years ago and just recently reflected back on his brilliance.

Then there are characters like Cleve Backsteran interrogation specialist for the CIA who “using a polygraph instrument in the 1960s which led to his theory of “primary perception” where he claimed that plants “feel pain” and have extrasensory perception (ESP), which was widely reported in the media but was rejected by the scientific community.”

These characters explore, open doors, and reflect on the possibilities of consciousness and communication with the unknown.

David Wilcock and Pierre Teilhard de Chardin have written interesting books on these subjects. Their websites are listed in my links section if you find them fun for study.

And so I end this essay with some random words by H.P. Lovecraft,

I listened with renewed interest. The music seemed strangely muffled, and yet it came thought. I observed also that it had no definite direction; while before it had seemed to come from outside, it now seemed to come from underneath the house-a curious, chant-like playing of reeds and pipes.

“A flute orchestra,” I said.

“Or Pan pipes,” said Frolin.

I looked up at him sharply; he returned my gaze as steady. It occurred to me that his unnatural gravity had a reason for being, whether or not he wished to put that reason into words. I caught hold of his arms.” Pg 139 Beyond the Threshold, August Derleith. ~ H.P. Lovecraft and others, Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos

Add on: While reading through a Hare In The Moon Astrology Newsletter, I found this quote about the subject of this post. I love when synchronicity unites with acquired knowledge. That out psych and the cosmos can communicate is a wonderful possibility. Our psyche and the cosmos communicate is happening as we speak.

“…the Noosphere, the self-reflective universe of creative evolution where the internet is a living library, a global brain and a volunteer Akashic Records stored in the cloud of unknowing; as elements of Karma V Free Will, as Cosmic Vacuum Cleaners and as Psychic Transmitters…” ~ An Accelerated Time-Line, lorna@hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk

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A Matter of Life and Death (1946) Where an angel and a human communicate about life, death, love and the game of Chess.

Akashic Records

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records

The Cloud of Unknowing

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cloud_of_Unknowing

 

Sunday Random pick…

I looked over. A book was yelling at me to take it and open it up. I did not want to do it. I did it. I randomly did what it desired… for me…to see…


Wild Purple Thistle watercolor by Hudley

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“This investigation was rounded out by the Mysterium Coniunctionis, in which I once again took up the problem of the transference, but primarily followed my original intention of representing the whole range of alchemy as a kind of psychology of alchemy, or as an alchemical basis for depth psychology. In Mysterium Coniunctionis my psychology was at last given its place in reality and established upon its historical foundations. Thus my task was finished, my work done, and now it can stand. The moment I touched bottom, I reached the bounds of scientific understanding, the transcendental, the nature of the archetype per se, concerning which no further scientific statements can be made. ” Pg. 221, Memories, Dreams, Reflections , C. G. Jung.

Denizens and Destination Changed

Before the X-Files and Ancient Aliens theorists there were Jacques Vallee and Whitley Strieber.

If you notice, these two characters are not mentioned these days. I even forget about their books on my bookshelves. What I like best about Vallee is his respect for oral tradition. As a scientist, an astrophysicist, he is a very special one.

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It ought to be remembered that the oral transmission of history and genealogy, with the most careful attention to language and details, was a perfect science among the Gaelic-speaking people. Pg. 100 DIMENSIONS/The Alien Chronicles.

UFOs are not a strange phenomenon in the scheme of things. The Elves, Aliens and hairy militant dwarfs have been with us forever.

The UFO occupants, like the elves of old, are not extraterrestrials. They are the denizens of another reality. Pg. 109 DIMENSIONS.

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Jacques Vallee

So you may wonder what this is all about. I had a UFO experience. I lost time and had my destination changed within a moments time. Vallee says that we need to share our experiences with others. We all need to share in this other dimensional reality. We don’t need government or the media to solve this mystery for us. Going back and reading my Jacques Vallee books is so darn comforting. A real friend !!

Chaos’s beam of light too!

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Random book day again is Sunday, but we know that Blue moon has spread her chaos on our life like mayonnaise on a crisp piece of toast. Crunchy and delicious….choke, choke cough; need some hot coffee to get it down. Ya you know what I’m talkin’ bout !! So today I whirled around the living room just like chaos.:Round and round-up and down… then out reached the green sword of mantis. The book David Macaulay’s The Way Things Work is the book I will read from today. A gift to my kids from my mom. She loved fiddling with things and fixed all things around her home. Even after her death, in my dreams, she is focused like a microscope on things. All we can do is make a deep exhale and raise out eyebrows. It all be good.

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“An optical microscope gives a highly enlarged view of an object that is invisible to the unaided eye. The microscope works in the same way as a refracting telescope, but the object or specimen is very close to the object lenses instead of being distant. The objective lenses form an enlarged real image of the specimen near the eyepiece lenses, and this image is viewed through the eyepiece lenses which further enlarge it. The specimen is illuminated by a beam of light reflected from a mirror and concentrated by condenser lenses.”

Random Book Day By Hudley
Random Book Day By Hudley

Random Book Pick day…is our Sun’s day, Jokers talk !!

“Believe it or not, authenticity wins out over popularity in the end.” ~ Unknown

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From A collection of symbols found when nature and man-made things merge. Hudley Flipside

“At length, sick with longing for those glittering sunset streets and cryptical hill lanes among ancient tiled roofs, nor able sleeping or waking to drive them from his mind, Carter resolved to go with bold entreaty whither no man had gone before, and dare the icy deserts through the dark to where unknown Kadath, veiled in cloud and crowned with unimagined stars, holds secret and nocturnal the onyx castle of the Great Ones.” Pg. 165 Par. 2

~ The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H.P. Lovecraft

I never imagined bringing H.P. Lovecraft and Elvis Costello together. Maybe it is because they both represent something lost in my life, such as the wild nature of randomness or the trek it took to find something new. Ones creative spark of unknown possibilities ? It was like galloping the hills of unknown mountains, or driving to new clubs to find ground breaking music. Only needing a loose possibility of familiar faces.

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Sunday Is Random pick and random read day….

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Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

~Arthur Koestler

Humid and a belly filled with coffee on a Sunday while kids are playing their games; I find that I am OK!  I look to see that the cats are OK too. Youngest is silent as oldest is screaming at his friends as he games online. An easy Sunday in my cave, then all of a sudden like a flash of lightning from yesterdays storm, my imagined sharp arm reaches through the air pulling me, with eyes-closed, to the books on the brown shelf. I know, I just saw the cult classic Equinox* last night. All about a book and a Demon…Yes a book can change ones perspective about life. Here this reading of some random video promotion… moves us to something musical…

“To the Minutemen, the world was divided between two things-gigs and flyers. Everything was playing shows or getting people to the shows. The rest was not reality.”

~ A History Lesson Part One Synopsis by Dave Travis

This small paragraph can’t be the motif of Punk Rock… but it is…, riding the wave with many guys who were at that place from “one note to the next,” I am glad that this random pick helped me to let go of my grieving process. What I feel for my punk-rock-youthful days, and when life really was only “gigs and flyers!”

Until next Sunday….

Random Book Day By Hudley
Random Book Day By Hudley

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*Equinox 1970 Film

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067055/

“…Few in the most polished circles could bear…”

Random Book Day By Hudley
Random Book Day By Hudley

On this bittersweet Sunday…caramel, salt and sweet day on accomplishment and fucking stupid neighbors and old fences torn away to expose my private sanctuary. I am pissed with Lilith beyond enduring… my voice speaks fire… so the best I can do to water this flame mouth and heart is reach for the first book I see next to me… oh little Mantis with you long razor arm…. I see a yellow blur as the book opens…

A random page, a random paragraph moves in my green mind… reading…

Page 251, Heroism, Mary Shelly by Emily W. Sunstein… I type as each word appears randomly to my understanding…

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“For the rest, she was annoyed and depressed at being confined to middleclass inferiors; “a new world” to one accustomed to Shelly and Byron, and to one who distinction warranted the best England had to offer. Godwin’s best were a few professionals the older playwrights Knowles and Reynolds, the youthful Landseer, and the Prentis brothers, Stephen a poet, Edward a painter whom he invited for teas, supper and whist at The Strand, where Mary looked so out-of-place that Henry Crabb Robinson did not know her at first; “elegant and sickly and young’ and an implausible author of Frankenstein. Harriet de Boinville, who had broken with Shelly when he left Harriet but now pitied and admired Mary, would compare her to “an exotic transplanted unhappily into an unsuitable soil and shrinking before rude and shilling blasts…Your early and intimate intercourse with the most refined of human Beings has left you a standard for comparison with few in the most polished circles could bear and from which springs (of necessity) your dissatisfaction…”

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Mary Shelly