A book found in the backside, in the corner near the peculiar man.

Allogash White Belgian Wheat

Long ago we took our kids to bookstores. Finding their favorite books was a big treat for us as well as for them. Today we had a good pint and meal and a walk. The local bookstore is still there where it has been for a long time now.

Bookstores have disappeared over the last few years. I am happy that Barnes & Noble is still moving along nicely and was filled with characters and other book lovers of all kinds.

I was on a mission to find one book by Alan Watts. And I searched all over and found none. Below and above this two-story store. I was focused on the Philosophy section. I did look elsewhere yet no luck. Then youngest son said,

“How about we try it again on the second level.”

The three of us went up the escalator but no dice. Husband was gone for a brief time.

Coming back to us He asked,

“What section are you looking for”?

“I am thinking Psychology but cannot find that section.”

He said,

“It is behind this shelf. See, what would mama do without me?”

The very top and the furthest away turned towards the window I found a short group of books in the Psychology section. Behind another section that had another topic.

There was a peculiar man sitting in a chair. There were only inches to walk by him.

He seemed introverted and looked down. I then said,

“Excuse me!”

Looking at books at the very bottom in the back corner.

“Oh, there is his book, the only book?”

To my surprise, the book bore Alan Watts’s name and was titled The Book. It was a small volume, and I’ve often found that my favorite books are the little ones. I then said kindly to the man,

“Thank you, I found my Alan Watts book.”

He looked at me and smiled and mumbled words I did not catch.

Unexpectedly on the way out I was inspired and found myself walking out with other books not so small. A lovely book about Alchemy & Mysticism including a few illustrations by William Blake!

A second book entitled Native American Legends Illustrated with an image of White Buffalo and a story.

Lastly, a Carl Jung Psychology Test in a box with a deck of cards.

I was enthusiastic to learn that Alan Watts held a master’s degree in theology and a Doctor of Divinity. It helped me understand why his work may be drawing me back to a path I stepped away from some years ago.

Thanks to husband who dropped the honey to look back, in the backside, and in the corner nearby the peculiar man.

I almost gave up. Finding a book on Amazon is easy but this was as mystical, peculiar and wonderful as Alan Watts seems to be.

White Buffalo Kachina at home

Honey in my Coffee.

“This is the real secret of life — to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”
― Alan Watts

A week before Easter and a week after I spent two weeks in Hospital. I almost died from a colon blockage. It has been a month since I have been out of hospital recovering.

Squirrel the Brave is here “our family garden.”

Tomorrow will be my last day of taking a time released steroid which I have slowly decreased as recommended by my gastrologist doctor.

I am still on a soft food diet.

I still feel like I am recovering since the steroid is like an elixir.

An immensely powerful drug to heal inflammation. I also started receiving infusion of a drug that will help my immune system to stop attacking my body. I was given plenty of antibiotics my first week. And a more powerful steroid the second week.

I am blessed with excellent healthcare from Kaiser. I am incredibly grateful but like anything else I also must be my own advocate. I pay attention and ask for things or ask for advice. I am that artist or perspective, or interval to disagree… if it is worth a new perspective or evaluation from a doctor.

So far, I have listened to my original hospital team and my gastrologist.

My potassium is stabilizing but my cholesterol is up and that very well could be due to the steroid. The powerful elixir steroid from the second week did make my blood pressure become truly angry and my heart felt like it would fly away.

Now my blood pressure is particularly good, and my heartbeat is comfortable again. As I start a normal diet and focus on healthy eating as usual, I hopefully will see that cholesterol go down.

Nacho Flower is here “our family garden.“

Due to a past unbelievably terrible experience with steroids from 2018 to 2019 I do have a type of traumatic experience when it comes to steroids. Some call it PTSD.

It is the beast I face and this time it was not different.

This time I had a wonderful experience with a nurse who touched my heart and made me release the healing that was going on in the process. At that moment I learned to use my years of Jungian perspective and alchemical processes which are to change the base metals into gold.

I did this by creating art, cleaning, and keeping a balanced perspective even though the beast pulled at my dark soul and amplified that strange unknown grief.

Now I am feeling in my belly the warm embers of a once unbearable raging fire.

I was shocked by my face with death. How close I was.

On this strange journey I found a gift, Alan Watts.

I guess I knew about him, but he arrived today with a random synchronicity. I have been called on this strange journey before. A vision quest.

As gentle as the softest elements of existence yet simultaneously imbued with a profound ability to uncover deeper truths.

I will take him as I do honey in my coffee. A little at a time. Maybe a book on my shelf for a while before reading. To feel that presence he so often writes about.

I pray for all who do not have the good health care I enjoy.

I advocate universal healthcare for everyone.

We are here, as I am here… we all deserve healthcare.

A fine singing bird is here “our family garden” where nature and humankind coexist.

Epsilon Carinae

March 21

Epsilon Carinae, also known as Avior, is a binary star system located approximately 610 light-years from Earth and is one of the brightest stars in the southern constellation of Carina.

I took a walk around the block and halfway down the street I looked at a tree on the left side of the street walk. A strange dark shadow. An unusual dark shadow in the heart of the tree. It was taller than I was and I was about two houses down from the tree. I stopped to notice the shape.

As the outside dimensions of the Virgin Mary. I have seen that shape many times before.

The darkness of it made me pause. Then as I slowly walked closer a house light came on. The light vanished from the dark shape. I looked over my shoulder, and it was gone.

The night had soft clouds, and the stars were not to be seen. Maybe creating the dark tree shadow. It was not my shadow.

As I reached home, I sat in the white plastic chair in my yard. I looked up to see one star. Thinking it was the “Dog Star” Sirius because it was due south set further back. It was Southeast. Higher in the horizon than the crescent moon that was present shining or glowing from the clouds in the sky.

I investigated on my Galaxy Apt that I have learned to trust as being fully accurate. To make sure it was the Dog Star. I was surprised to be corrected. It was a new star for me.

Avior a bright star in the southern constellation Carina. Known at the “Keel of a ship: also called by a Hebrew term as “the father is light.”

The shadow and the star were parallel so I will work on this.

Epsilon Carinae

A keel is the foundation longitudinal “backbone” of a ship or boat, running along the center of the bottom of the hull from bow to stern or front to end.

Carinae was once part of Argo Navis, the great ship of the mythical Jason and the Argonauts who searched for the Golden Fleece. (Greece)

Avior Night

Poem by Hudley / Franky

Light clouds close

The curtain

On the noisy sky

But one-star stays

Avior and a thin

Cresent breathing beside it.

Not everything

Just enough

A new friend

A Mysterious Feeling

Guidance doesn’t shout

It waits

Until the sky

Gets quiet enough

To see it.

Follow Me Lyrics

Camelot Lyrics

NIMUE:

(Lady Of the Lake)

Far from day, far from night,

Out of time, out of sight,

In between earth and sea,

We shall fly; follow me.

Dry the rain, warm the snow;

Where the winds never go

Follow me, follow me, follow me

To a cave by a sapphire shore

Where we’ll walk through an emerald door,

And for thousands of breathless evermore my life you shall be.

Only you, only I,

World farewell, world goodbye.

To our home ‘neath the sea

We shall fly; follow me.

Follow me, follow me, follow me.

A poem by Hudley

Waning moon glows
I am the sound of the asphalt tires
In the asphalt jungle
I am the bees that hum
The trees reach slightly
Up into the universe
I am the universe
I am the sparkling star
I sail around the crescent moon
I am the dirt and the oil.
I am the rocks of the
Santa Monica mountains
I am a pollutant.
I inspire, I hope
I am the worm reaching deep in the earth
I am the shadow of lies from our politicians
I am the love in my son’s heart
In my family and cats’ hearts.
My friends and music inspire me.
I am the sound of nature
And the sounds of humanity
Of the universe
UFOs and extraterrestrials.

Electric Honey

The Omphalos of Delphi

Reminds me of honey

Bees

A fragrant sweetness

Memories of glorious days

Humming rapture

A drop of joyous

A frequency alive

Living in lost memories

That come forth.

tasting on the tip of my tongue.

Delphi Archaeological Museum

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Dionysus and Ariadne

This collection combines art and writing, with reflections on the heart, nature, memory, and change. The work aims to present contrasting qualities.

“Like Mary Shelley’s monster, we seek connection. Like Pluto, we descent to transform. And I propose: even our technology is seeking to remember its heart.”

The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing

Hudley Flipside / Holly D Cornell

8/22/25

Miniature Palm Tree Cycad

Where earth and the heavens meet.

Three songs and natural discernment: Be Careful, Beware.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Hollyhock about to bloom…

“The symbolic display seen by the abductees is identical to the type of initiation ritual or astral voyage that is embedded in the [occult] traditions of every culture … the structure of abduction stories is identical to that of occult initiation rituals … the UFO beings of today belong to the same class of manifestation as the [occult] entities that were described in centuries past.”

— Jacques Vallee

Three songs came to fruition today. Like budding Hollyhocks from my garden that keep highlighting my great outdoors with their beauty and wild ways.

‘I want to Believe’ by GBH, ‘To Sir with Love,’ and ‘I’m a Believer.’

The influence of music, of songs, bouncing around my psyche. 1966 to 2002 to May 2025.

In my heart songs help me to feel those important feelings. Like gratitude, hope and inspiration. Yet to be cautious and aware to real danger.

The people, places and things that inspire one to join in and celebrate this mysterious world we are part of. As the quote defines clearly,

“denizens of other dimensions.” ~ Dimensions, by Dr. Jacques Vallee.

My Celtic heritage is deep honey in this realm, and I am thick in it so to stay. Sticky and so sweet. Songs sometimes melt us all tighter together, tightly in understanding. This is a journey I share with you.

“These ‘maenads’ would prance around the mountain of Cithaeron, with staffs in their hands known as “Thyrsus” in the worship of their god. The Thyrsus was enchanted with flowers, boles, and twines; however, a concealed iron point was placed in the head of the leaves to attack the enemy.”

https://medium.com/@TheMaenadAndHerThyrsus/the-maenad-and-her-thyrsus-22e8ccb988ad

2002 Ha Ha Go Kart

1966 “To Sir with Love” (lyrics: Don Black; music: Mark London) – Lulu

“I’m a Believer” is a song written by Neil Diamond and recorded by the American band the Monkees in 1966

A mug is a mug…

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Dark Burgundy Dream

My dream was otherworldly in that the being I saw descending from high was talking and singing maybe singing song singing prose.

An androgynous sound that was amplified outwards.

5/29/2024

I was driving in a kind of bumper car. I was entering a one-way road with a small entrance. I did not know if it was an arrow in or out. I asked someone. I got out of my car and entered the opening.

There were people gathered there looking up at a descending being who was tall glowing in white gossamer clothing.

Singing prose, the being was walking down. I became terrified of what I saw. I lay down and rolled out of the open outdoors room next to the curtain that embraced lightly the event. Dark burgundy.

I did not know what I carelessly walked into. Yet I knew that once I was there, I was known also and even if I tried to race away in my bumper-car to hide under a tree, I felt I could not get away.

I thought of a quote from the Bible,

“can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.”

Then also I thought about two films I saw that had the same feeling of that other worldliness of this being.

Such as in the film The Ghost Busters when Gozer, Sigourney Weaver, also known by her alternate title of Gozer the Gozerian asked,

“Are You A God?”

Or as from the film Prince of Darkness where one of the thirteen academics, Kelly, attempts to summon the Anti-God through a dimensional portal using a makeup compact mirror.

I awoke from this dream feeling deeply scared, dark and looked around the room. Dark and looming darkness. Was this a Demigod, maybe demonic?

Then after some thought I realized it was my fear of what I saw that influenced me. Fear of seeing such a being.

Feeling the awesome presence and hearing that prose singing that is somehow still resonating through my being.

I just don’t know what was or is happening.

I was not torn apart as in The Ghost Busters, nor was I being pulled into another world as in the film Prince of Darkness!

I surely know this now,

“Surely the darkness will hide me,

and the light become night around me,

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.”

Psalm 139:7-12 New International Version Bible

7-12

The mystery is accepted!

Wild flower in my garden comes forth singing Coyote’s song…

Does it seem braggadocio to say that I am no longer searching.

Blake, Jung and The Divine Comedy no longer guide me? All the religiosity I have learned pales in comparison to what I found within myself … nature, mother father God … the medicine wheel, praying mantis, Dionysus.

The mystery is accepted! Creativity and the simple things in life guide me.

I still have ambitions and needs which inspire me but it is different now.

All the emotions play now… a compassionate nature almost crescendo at times … but passes.

A connection to the earth and the cosmos.

I’m heard and I hear …

As wild lovely flower!

Doodling campaign for office

Dictators fall when they’re overconfident; they stay in power when they’re paranoid. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. History has proved that dictators can’t last forever.

As soon Kamala Harris started running for President of the USA… Mr. Fuck was relieved to drop out…

A lot of images from the last few years have come together again. I can do some more but I think the last three times Trump running for President of the United States of America is enough for me. I can only make fun of the whole damn thing now. If I had to draw his face again, I know I would barf.

So as often Mr. Fuck came out of his bomb shelter and offered to off shoot the annoying DONALD and run for office himself.

We are stinkers and decided to make up T-Shirts and stickers and are running a campaign.

Renderings of older images is fun and so as he lit up his cigarettes, we had a whiskey or two and some pints. He is a doodler as well and so we call this our doodling campaign for office.

We both do not want Trump around. He repulses us.

The Flopside COmic Crew and Hudley

“Doppelgänger lost to the truth” song by Mr. Shit.

The Tree Trimming Drones

If I had the power

Having vast AI and ‘tech knowledge,

I would cast a Drone Spell.

Reprogramming all war Drones

into love making Drones

As when the Hippies put flowers,

in Soldier’s guns in the 1960s.

The governing governments

Their hating and their warring

It would just stop!

As the mighty Gort

By by weapons.

Then the Drones would gather,

To help, heal and kiss,

All the qualities of love!

To bestow on our enemies

all over the world.

Hugs and kisses,

Chocolate and wishes,

Building and sharing

Hoping and smiling,

At least trying

To communicate with

The Sweetness of

Human diplomacy,

All the goodness

That life has to offer.

~ my Spell by Hudley Flipside 5/23/26

Happy mulch makers…. Drones “SEX KICK”

Into the future

From the cloud a large drone came forward. It had extensions and was computerized to detect many things. Designed to trim trees on a continuous basis in neighborhoods. Also, out to more robust ones for forests and fire regions where the weather and environment were elevated temperatures.

These tree trimming drones were made up of many parts to trim trees. It would affirm the tree family. Birds, bees, squirrels and opossums or any living life form.

Even human children climbing trees.

Softly working with the gathering drones that moved and grinded the tree parts into mulch, grind grind, to share throughout the neighborhoods.

A gentle “AI “which trimmed and extended common humanity to the living tree. If any issues came forth beyond its designed expertise an electronic note would be sent to the Street Service department.

Where a trained human specialist would address the issue. Such as moving a bird’s nest or loving beehive to another home.

Or addressing the cutting of a tree down and removing a tree stub if necessary.

Always addressing the tree with an ancient prayer.

“We will be cutting you down soon.

You survived our community well.

Now you are dying,

We ask your dwelling nature spirit,

To move forward now,

To your spiritual realm.

You will not be forgotten.

Bless you and thank you.”

Metallic Thuds

Rape on Lena Ave.

“The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;”

−by Cecil Frances Alexander

Let me tell you a story about how messed up our city and county are in Los Angeles. Especially “STREET SERVICES.”

Right now, there is a war going on outside. Trucks are attacking our sleepy neighborhood to trim down our trees. We are talking massive trucks.

I talked to a Los Angeles County representative, and he told me the reason we were not notified weeks earlier about the colossal invasion of trucks, chainsaws, dinging, and loud bangs is because a Fire Marshal just a day ago decided that there is a fire hazard here in our neighborhood. Our trees are growing and causing an issue with the street sweepers. Tree branches are touching or contacting the street sweepers.

I called the local fire department and was told a Fire Marshal would not come out to do something like that. It would most likely be a local inspector. I don’t know. The Street Services were most likely not tell you the truth.

This is a fire hazard all of a sudden?

It was in November that I made a complaint to the county that our street sweepers were not coming. They had not been coming for some time. After about a month’s time I was told it was due to the trees’ overgrowth.

Also, I found out from an official Los Angeles Street Services worker that the street sweepers only come the first and third Wednesday of every month. Even though they triage as well. We were not notified about any of this. We were not notified about today as well.

The trees could have gently and consistently been trimmed over time. Yet that would take city and or county planning. Something I have observed is that the “STREET SERVICES” does not have. Which is the foresight to plan.

The problem is that the law that enforces the signs on our street “Parking Violation” is giving us tickets. Even though the signs are not valid on our street. No street sweepers and police enforcement still will write up tickets. That seems illogical to me.

The street signs say every Wednesday from 12 to 2 PM. One cannot park on the street, or your car will be ticketed.

Today the new signs, put on with a wire, say cars will be towed away. Which is always a thousand dollar fine or more.

So, I asked many departments and city officials who manage this issue to change the signs or at least take down the signs, so my neighbors and I do not get 70-dollar tickets. Until all the LOS ANGELES city or county departments become organized. To unify!

Yet it has come down to this. The “STREET SERVICES” is doing this without considering the environment. This is an attack on my neighborhood. The ravens, birds, and bees who we share a neighborhood live here too. The cats and dogs who also live here, not to forget the raccoons, possums, and other wild things who are perchance abruptly losing their homes.

It is a rape of our neighborhood. It feels like that to me. This is much worse than having a tooth pulled. That feels like rape too. Just yellow trucks, metallic thuds, loud chainsaws, and the loud sound of stump grinders.

Those to bitch at…

https://councildistrict12.lacity.gov/about/council-district-12/west-hills

https://streetsla.lacity.org/

To all the trees and a neighborhood raped today and the poor old trees cut down without a blessing…. how lost we are as a culture…

A doodling film and song by Hudley Flipside .

Song Persephone moans her pain.

To find and seek, not so much anymore.

Dionysian Hollyhock and Morning Glory

I am saturated

Full of life

Books read

Music

And words.

I don’t need

To find and seek

I found so much

Already…

My garage is full

I am content.

I don’t need to see bands

So much anymore.

I don’t need more than a pint.

I eat half of my food

It all is neat

How more clearer life is

I love to create

My passion is

But not filled with crazy hormones.

My anger is full

At injustice

But the seesaw will

Always go this way or that.

To D. Ecstasy ….

In my neighborhood I know of a place

There are times in life I think my heart should die

But why does it keep on beating

The worst of my fears are happening today

The sacred place is being raped and cut down.

The cold hateful machine razor sharp

To all the bees and sweet animals

Something sacred will be gone

How sad life is for me

Yet I did capture you

A video memoir worth sharing today.

Hudley 6/11/24

I know of a place,

In my neighborhood,

Where the Goddess is.

A tall cypress tree,

Taller than a mature,

California Palm tree.

It’s tip top,

Into the heavens,

As I perceive also,

The God Attis plays,

As the fulfillment of nature.

Freedom and beauty,

As you look up up,

From a distance.

Dark sparkling perfume,

Glowing green,

Weaving and mingling,

With the wild ivy,

Filled with blooms,

Small blossoms,

Circular and pointed,

Illuminated and clothed by bees,

Humming is the swarm,

Of their glories,

Their love bees.

GO To The Garden

New category for posts that concur with the many film-doodles I do.

Film Doodling by Hudely Flipside

It is the creative endeavor that is real and mine to share.

I love my garden and am so close to the ways of nature. Yet as a human being I endure the other man-made things. It is a life I was born to. Yet I think we can learn the power of nature by listening and hoping for the best to inspire us to be better human beings.

I think there is a relationship with how nature is and us in general. Our feelings and emotions.

Yet often even though nature speaks to us we don’t listen.

As I am a listener and follow the ways of ancient traditions I like to share.

Creatively embracing and helping for a better world.

Wild ways, music and nature are how I endure and so it goes.

Cute Mouse Jazz

A short doodling film by Hudley…

Sadly, they have lost their dignity and grace. A FLOPSIDE COMIC read by our silent consultant Old Man Joe

A FLOPSIDE COMIC edited by Mr. SHit…. who is terrible at editing but at 65 has the extreme enthusiasm of a 20 year old….

Mr. FUck and Mr. ShIt are so bitchin’ man… they like to hang out and have fun..

NOt a FLipside COmic Mr. SHit but a FLOPSIDE COMIC>>>>>>

Old Man Joe was recorded in our bomb shelter…. he was so happy to read for us at FLOPSIDE COmics... he usually is the silent one of integrity, wicked smarts and cantankerous ways…

As he said,

“From one old fool to some others…”

Sadly, they have lost their dignity and grace.

McConnell appears to freeze while speaking with reporters in Kentucky.

Feinstein’s fall was described as a minor slip and did not involve steps or stairs.

We at FLOPSIDE Comics must make this editorial. We have talked to Hudley, and she agrees.

She has worked at nursing homes and as a Home Health Aide.

We all hold great respect for the ageing.

Yet there is a time when one needs to take off the sheath of power to let others who are more apparently resilient and healthier take their place.

As a California Senator and as the minority Senate leader.

Democrats and Republicans can agree to something as profoundly real as this. We like the fact that when an issue crosses the line, reaching across the Aisle of politics, and both parties have a common issue to deal with, this real issue of poor health and age.

It is a reality we all face if we live long enough. They are not Queens or Kings but elected to serve their time with dignity and grace.

Yet now is the time, for both of them, to step down with dignity and grace.

This song is dedicated to Mr. SHit’s extreme enthusiasm…

A night out on the town before a California hurricane !

Duley Toledo, Joey Rimicci, John Cornell and Hudley

As we were getting hit by rain

And during an earthquake

Those creative endeavors help.

A new short film by Hudley Flipside

Praying Mantis in Hollyhock in my garden.

The Bumblebee Performs Live on Purple Anarchy Flowers.

Yippee-ki-yay!

How do I balance out the conflicts in life? China and the USA Military now near Alaska confronting each other, our own x- USA president indicted repeatedly. Then there is an answer…

Nature is consistent like the Bumblebee who visits the same time every year. I hold in my dislike of big punk festivals galore and settle into the world around me.

Up front and personal. A pint of beer at the local pub and a delicious bowl of Grits.

Creativity and my spirituality. What is the difference between discernment, insight, instinct and fantasy or the big one active imagination. I use all of these, but the best is active imagination.

“An active imagination when a person engages with the ideas in their imagination, using it as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds.

Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. By examining the most evident manifestations of the unconscious mind—dreams—a person can learn how to execute this method on themselves.

It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation. It employs creative imagination as an organ for “perceiving outside your mental boxes.” ~ Analytical psychology

And for me nature always knows when I am doing it… lovely.

The song I created for this is personal but it is from my fantasy and our fantasy is a must if we wonder how the world could be destroyed over computer chips.

We endure the minds of weapons and war!

A catchy tune.

Taiwan produces over 60% of the world’s semiconductors and over 90% of the most advanced ones.

Yippee-ki-yay!