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AZOTH

 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. ~ genesis.

6th woodcut from the series in Basil Valentine’s Azoth

 

Dionysian

In a Dionysian world, everything is alive, even the dead.

Quote_ Hillman, James. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life (Kindle Location 1785). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Autumn Magic poem three


Autumn Magic poem three

Peek Peek.

Weep weep
Steamy and weak
Tired from lack of
Sleep sleep.

Saturn and Pluto
Are not being meek
One talks of noble
The other of
Love love.

Tensions increase
While I melt into
Chores, habits and good
Food food.

Letting go of expectations
Putting on a beautiful robe
Challenging a dark
Mood mood.

Magic is gravitating 
away from the past
Weep weep.

Sweep sweep.



Don’t eat the flowers….

⊕“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”
― Carlos Castañeda

  • Datura, New wave chicken and the Bell Creek part of the LA River…

    The white and lavender-tinted, trumpet-shaped bloom of the Sacred Datura promises a fairyland of delicate beauty, moths, butterflies, long-tongued bees, hummingbirds and magical moonlit nights. It gives rise to some of the plant’s other names, for instance, Angel’s Trumpet, Moon Lily, Moon Flower or Belladonna (beautiful lady). Read more: https://www.desertusa.com/flowers/datura-jimson-weed.html#ixzz4uNALg2MJ

After putting gas in my little green number (Fiat) and shopping at Trader Joe’s, I drove down Sherman Way along Bell Creek! I heard a loud “helloing” from some beautiful Datura flowers! I did not have my cell! I would have to come back later for a picture! I was flying to my po box! I only visit it now and then when business is ripe. I opened it to a pile of advertisements! I pulled them out very disappointed! Then I heard, “wait you are just in time!” The mail person handed me my new, New wave chicken Volume Seven; The Baseball and Ramones Issue! A good moment!  I don’t get them as much as I once did!  I dropped the groceries home and my little green number pulled me up to the flowers and I took some pics!

https://www.facebook.com/Newwavechicken/

I dig Vince Guaraldi !!

mysteries solved

Deaths occur that take on broad eerie symbolism in the collective pages of social history – think about the passing of Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison in 1970 and 1971, or of Kurt Cobain in 1994. Or remember the Kent State massacre? Or the beginning of the murder spree of that iconic dark-Scorpio figure, Jack the Ripper.
All those deaths occurred with Jupiter in the sign of the Scorpio.
Steven Forrest, Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017 
https://www.forrestastrology.com/

How many of us have been directly inspired by these musical geniuses: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain? I know I have as well as saddened by their deaths. The mystery of losing them at the peak of their youthful talent. Their music plays on.

I know why I am pulled in their direction because I have Jupiter in the 12 houses in the sign of Libra.  My birth chart is playing with me now. Telling me why I like mysteries, rebels, and depth psychology. I have viewed my own Doppelganger and such music as theirs, made me more aware of the collective Doppelganger! Jung teaches us that one can go to the underworld of shadows and join in the collective unconscious but to stay there as an artist is a mistake. If not for Carl Jung, William Blake and James Hillman I may have not made it into the 1990s. So very grateful for their help and wisdom. Also, their knowledge of myths that they share are fun and life changing. Grand teachers.

I think the above quote and the article Jupiter Enters Scorpio October 10, 2017 by Steven Forest is just what I needed and so I am writing about it and sharing it here for others. Also, I am sharing my renderings of ancient images of the moon and sun.

In times of chaos we only need to go within to seek the light! It is ironic but that is where we can find the sun and the moon. The light that crescendos and ascending takes us out of the too much darkness that we sometimes face.

Happy first day of October…


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Slippers and Bath Robe…

I was trying hard to bite my tongue on this one. Yet, I cannot. Because he was a big part of my growing up. A culture that is dying out and being replaced by another. A few years ago, my oldest son was 14. He got some slippers and a bath robe for a Christmas present. Being the lazy conflicting son as he was, he decided to go to both his grandparents’ Christmas celebrations dressed comfortable. He sat around mostly. He put up with the adults and ate lots of food and relaxed. Grandmother CC laughed when she first viewed him and said,

“You look like Hugh Hefner!”

“Who is that?”

The adults laughed and we soon enough described Hugh’s character and personality. A hip he man from another generation or two or three.

I grew up with an adjoining BOYS room next to mine. They got a pool table, stereo and had a stack of Playboys under the pool table. My friends and I would often look at the naked ladies. At 12 I had no idea of what is was all about. I did think it strange. As I got older and my brothers moved out the Playboy magazines ended up in a box under the pool table. My first boyfriend found them while we played pool listening to the Beatles’s White Album. I felt jealous but he said he liked reading the editorials and enjoyed cartoonist Gahan Wilson. I read the editorials, and interviews, and enjoyed the comics as well.

Then as I grew up and became a self-conscious woman I realized the hypocrisy of Hugh and his magazine. The desire for women as objects for masturbation. It sickened me. I could not figure out why women did this either. It all came down to money, fame, and fortune.

When I became aware of Gloria Steinem’s exposé Undercover as A Playboy Bunny, I was sickened what women do for money.

Years went by and then came the film Fight Club. I did not read the book. The film helped me to understand men better. I know that men and women have a different idea of what love and sex is. I don’t confront the issue anymore. I look the other way. I realize we all masturbate.

 I do hold in my mind and heart the dignity of what women like Gloria brought to the table.

http://www.comicartfans.com/comic-artists/gahan_wilson.asp

https://dose.com/articles/gloria-steinem-went-undercover-as-a-playboy-bunny/

 

Nyx is Night.

“Powerful goddess, Black winged Nyx, some say, laid a germless egg in the infinite bosom of Erebus, the Darkness of the Underworld, and after long ages, sprang golden-winged Eros.”~http://www.maicar.com/GML/Nyx.html

Nyx. 5012: Henri Fautin-Latour 1836-1904: Night 1897. Musée d’Orsay, Paris.

Zapotec Café FUNDRAISER & TELETHON

It is a golden green cool morning in the San Fernando Valley. The feel of autumn is delightful to my soul. The earth in cold to my feet. A clean fresh feeling is in the air. There is a Café in LA that is also experiencing this lovely weekend as well.

As I was experiencing some creative endeavors at DROMEBOX LABS I stopped by the Zapotec Café right near by.

Delicious, desirous, deliciously!

The Zapotec Café is having a Fundraiser.

Sunday September 24 !

 11 AM – 4 PM

Also Today check out the Zapotec Cafe’s DROMEBOX LABS SPECIAL PRESENTATION !!

 Sep 23 at 4 PM to Sep 24 at 1 AM

 


TAKE A LOOK

Help support a yummy entrepreneurial  business that supports their community, or just show up and enjoy the celebration, food and art.

http://zapoteccafe.com/


A DROMEBOX LABS SPECIAL PRESENTATION / TELETHON

 https://dromebox.com/


https://www.gofundme.com/save-zapotec-cafe


The Fuck Gazette Vol. Two , Number Four. Trumpty Dumpty

Old Mr. Shit has dementia but this does not take away from his wise foresight…

Mr Shit

Mr. Shit is not giving us new news… but old timer punker shit funny news… he is a good guy lost in a radical world of things clear but far away… genius but a bit off…

Outside as we enjoyed the fresh morning air with a fine cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. Squirrel was screaking and shaking his tail. Mrs. Crow let out a great yell. The breeze is here bringing in autumn and some good creative foresight too. And then Mr. Shit shared his noise with me. Mr. Squirrel and Mrs. Crow too,

“Trumpty Dumpty sat on THE wall

Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall

All his meager nepotistic White House Cabinet

And all his unpaid lawyers

and billionaire ‘wheeling & dealing’ – ‘hostile takeover’ friends

Didn’t want to put him the ASSHOLE-A

Together again!!”

I spit out my coffee while Mrs. Crow flew overhead. I looked ’round and Mr. Squirrel was silent as if dead.

What Noisy Cats We Are…

Lewis McAdams: In those days cool was a survival mechanism.

I made a mistake. I thought the cover was of Bob Mould of Husker Du but instead is Ed Crawford, aka ed fROMOHIO from Firehose. Thanks goes to We Got Power: David Markey. Makes sense to me…

Big Frank asked Al if I was on the cover of issue number 50. He seemed a bit bugged. Al said no that is ed fROMOHIO of Firehose, they have an interview in the issue by Jon Mastumoto. It was our July 1986 issue. Purple cover ta boot. I saw no resemblance besides being a Noisy Cat.  We were pleased with the cover.

Comrades of fanzine Ink Disease put up their interview with, “the Du” and so I felt a need to join in today. So many bands, fans, and contributors galore. Like I said before, there were many hands in the cookie jar. When we lose a friend from that tight matrix of friends of the punk scene we naturally mourn our loss, but we also share in their brilliance! When they lived with us on this short earth adventure. Wild music and rebellious dear friends, Grant Hart you are one of the cool guys.

SW LAUDEN: We exchanged our work…

Last Sunday I met up with an author S. W. Lauden who told me he became a writer because of his first  published item in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine in the mid ’80s. It is good to hear inspirational stories. I was happy to know that. A nice continuity even though I did not guess that punk rock would find me at an event dedicated to Lewis McAdams in celebration with Friends of the Los Angeles River.

 

People talk about anarchy
And taking up a fight
Well I’m afraid of things like that
I lock my doors at night
I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage
Other peoples’ lives
I don’t practice what you preach
And I won’t see through your eyes

You want to change the world
By breaking rules and laws
People don’t do things like that
In the real world at all
You’re not a cop, or a politician
You’re a person too
You can sing any song you want
But you’re still the same

I can’t think of anything
That makes me more upset
People talk all this rhetoric
Forgive but not forget
I don’t rape, and I don’t pillage
Other peoples’ lives
I don’t practice what you preach
And I won’t see through your eyes