Category Archives: “In the beginning there was a void except for the written word.” The Avengers (Band)

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The Very Maximus Utmost

77 Sunset Strip is an American television private detective series created by Roy Huggins and starring Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Roger Smith, and Edd Byrnes. (1958 to 1964.)

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The Radio generation, the TV generation and now the computer generation. My parents, me, and my kids about sums it up. However, we got our entertainment and storytelling, last night while watching 77 Sunset Strip I was amazed to know that husband never saw the show.  He wasn’t born until 1966. The show first aired the time I was born. One of those shows like Route 66 that is fun to watch with some depth. It echos generation jones and generation x

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Aspiring PI Kookie is who I remember the most due to a popular song that hit the charts.

Pluto Love

Pluto

“To improve the external situation in the world, we must begin by accepting that world as a mother accepts her child; to improve our intimacies, we much extend the same benevolence to ourselves. The acceptance we must cultivate is the same: the emphasis remains on the inner world. As Jung pointed out, “The upheaval in our world and the upheaval in consciousness is one and the same.” We must come home to ourselves with a mothering acceptance, and so give birth to ourselves with a mothering acceptance, and so give birth to true emotion, the basis of all true intimacy. ” Pg 129 Astrology Beyond Ego – Tim Lyons

A while back I had a scary dream. I was with a group of people. We were all running from evil monster zombies. The feeling was dread. We found a train and traveled to the country. It was horrid. The thought of death approaching was a sickness in us all. We found a cabin in the countryside. I had my white cat Mr. Po Po with me. He ran from the cabin out into the darkness of the night. The zombies were there. The monsters were close. I had to run after my cat. Terrified I ran out into the these monsters of chaos and fear beyond enduring. As I found my cat. I Hugged him. I was confronted by the evil that pursued us. Everything stopped. I looked into death and he said this to me,

“I can not hurt you with that cat.”

“You all run in fear and hate”

“Yet there in your hands is your love”

“I can not touch you or harm you with love.”

I was overwhelmed with dread, then fear, and then I felt only my cat’s love. I walked slowly back into the cabin and told the others what happened to Mr. Po Po and me.  We all sat in a circle and held hands. We now knew what to do. We sang a new song.

Pluto and the underworld. Pluto and death. Pluto and nuclear weapons. Pluto and power of the underground. Pluto and transmutation. Pluto loves Persephone.

CHORUS Below translated… I hope this is correct!
“Come to the realms of bliss,
great hero, tender husband,
rare example in any age!
Amor returns Eurydice to you;
already she revives and recovers
all the flower of her beauty.”

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till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blindly/

FLowers for our Military–industrial complex

Source: FLowers for our Military–industrial complex

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 3

Source: The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 3

Leaves In The Wind

“The Greek poet Orpheus carried Willow branches as a symbol of the inspiration this sound gave.”

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I pause outside as bee and lady bug fly around. 

  Sweet is the nectar from 

lemon tree and lavender. 

Letting go of worries and

 desires that do not serve me now. 

An old friend, a song, comes to mind
 
 as my "leaves in the wind."

  Perfect are old recorded songs 

and the insect, flower and tree! 

Somehow as I pause in breathing,

 I am lost in this perfection.

 The recurring of pause of being,

the repetition of listening to old songs

the heartfelt listening and watching nature,

Is my catalyst for artistic expression. 

Never to let us down !!


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pause/

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 5

My Punk@lullaby Journal Three

“My Punkalullaby is incredibly brave journal about the early days of Flipside, High School, discovering Nirvana, and the LA punk scene. Many of the stories about the LA scene have been told repeated ad nauseam, but Hudley has a unique perspective on what happened and what it was like.”

~ Steve Hart, New Wave Chicken Magazine

Out today! Take off where the last one left off. The journey continues… this is the drugs and foolish love issue.

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Who made poets able to remember sacred sages… laugh…

In such dark times when Venus descends in to the underworld and Mercury soon retrogrades a path of confusion. We humans can play a game with our psyche and the cosmos.

These illustrations are a way to in tune with “the female power again.” Intuition, illumination and humor are a way to hold us on an alternative foundation or path. A given for us females and a needed endeavor that must be taken by our male comrades. If we dare to have a chance in these dark times.

An offbeat flopside comic adventure…

Some research…

Nine fold Goddess as the source of “in-aspiration,” literally breathing in “I-deas” of Goddess-spirits within. The Muses were originally a triad-the primordial Triple Goddess.  First of them was Mnemosyne, “Memory,” who made poets able to remember sacred sagas.

“The whole classical iconographic story of the transformation of the soul and the stages of illumination.”

  1. Apollo is seated at the top and the three Graces are dancing beside him. In his hand is the lyre that plays the song of the universe, and besides that is the vessel of abundance.

The inscription over Apollo’s head says, “The energy of the Apollonian mind moves everywhere through the muses.”

  1. The muses are the inspirers of spiritual knowledge, and the source of their energy is the Graces. The Graces are naked because nakedness represents disengagement form the limitations of the clothing of time and space, but the Muses who represent the message of this naked truth to the world.

The Graces are tree aspects of Aphrodite. Her inflection as the moving powers of the energy of the world.3

  1. Euphrosyne: Joy and the radiance that flows to the world through the qualities

of the nine Muses.

  1. Aglaea: Splendor, the energy returning to the deity.
  2. Thalia; Abundance: that unites the two. When you have put your head in the mouth of the lion you hear the song of nature. Muse of bucolic poetry, the poetry of the nature around you, the sheep and the lion and the trees and the grease and the mountains.

(3,4,5 The process of the rendering into the world the radiance of the Apollonian consciousness.)

  1. The central figure is the great serpent whose tail is Cerberus. The three-headed dog who guards the underworld. Thalia is also the name of the ninth Muse. She is both below Cerberus’s head and she is also the central Grace above. Silent Thalia when she is under the threshold of the earth.  “You can’t accept the bite of death and so you’re not hearing the song of the universe, and that why Thalia is silent.”

We are afraid of the three heads of the dog. Fire of the sun, the present, yielding ourselves to the present. The wolf, the fear of the passage of time. The Dog which represents desire and hope for the future.

“What binds us is the present, past and future and so we’re bound to the ego. This is the image of the snake biting Peleus’s Achilles tendon; “Let the serpent of death bite your heel, do hear the song of the universe and then the Muses sing…when you have died to your ego and rational consciousness there open the intuition, that is to say, you hear the song of the muses and this is the female power again.”

  1. Nine Muses:

Selene the celestial body of the moon.  The arrow held by Selene in the sphere of the moon is held down., pointing us to the earth and its history, while the caduceus of Hermes points upward, directing us to spiritual heights.

Clio the muse of history and historical writing.

Calliope the Muse the radiance of the eternal principle of epic poetry. (Mercury /Hermes).

  • The first triad of the earth, the moon and mercury.

Terpsichore the muse of dance.  Venus

Melpomene the muse of tragedy and tragic poetry. The Sun

Erato the Muse of the art of erotic poetry. Mars

  • The second triad is the transition through the sun door into the high sphere of purely spiritual experience.

Euterpe the Muse of Flute song. Jupiter (Zeus)

Polyhymnia the Muse of choral sacred song. (Kronos)

Urania the Muse of astronomy, The heaven of the fixed stars.

  • The highest triad where we are released from bondage to matter and Earth.

 

Sources…

Practica Musicae, Franchinus Gaffurius, Interpreted by Joseph Campbell from his book Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine.

The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker

Baubo Protagonist

I AM BE !!

Set or Anubis on T-Shirt…. both are cool..

 

Baubo (Greek: Βαυβώ) is an old woman in Greek mythology who jested with Demeter, when Demeter was mourning the loss of her daughter, Persephone. She is also known as Iambe.

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