Polarized situation that is confusing on both sides… yet there is something going on behind closed doors. The Swamp Hotel, Trump D.C. outpost… is not telling us what is happening. No schedules and secret green doors. “I can’t recall” and propaganda on both sides. Again this is how we the people are being polarized.
“…But we should realize that both the alcoholic and the bodhisattva are yearning for (and with the Bodhisattva actually working for) a situation in which individual egos are not separate…”
The Outer Planets and Collective Projection
Pg 79, Tim Lyons
The triumph of working with Neptune is waking up to the quote above with a triumphant calling to move forward.
It scares me to read the above quote. I like my independence and introverted ways. To know that all egos are not separate is good as long as we are not to packed together.
Maybe working together for a common cause is better! A call of integrity is a call of the human spirit to right wrongs. These are more, my way of seeing it.
There is hope if people will begin to awaken that spiritual part of themselves, that heartfelt knowledge that we are caretakers of this planet.
~ Brooke Medicine Eagle
The past is bad yet it is worse now, So the small mushroom man and his club for small mushroom men and their dirty bitches…
are going after Comey now …..
Original Post July 2017
A darkness is upon us. A time when the worst of communism and capitalism flank together and show its seething fangs. The breath of fascism is so close that we can smell the foul air.
“Our obligation is to refuse to let bad win, to refuse to let evil hold the field.”
Capitalism and communism are not bad forms of governing but can become so! If these forms of government don’t hold the human being as self-evident and hold all of us as having a high valid place as in the core of the apple, then that sucks! The individual human spirit does govern us!
Yet both forms of government can turn and bend and oppress the individual out of greed and power whipped into shape by a governing party or president holding a shadowy light! When this happens, it is a type of death to the human spirit, because it does not apply governing and service to all the people. Yes, not just the rich and/ or influential.
Today as we at Flopside comics witnessed the Senate Intelligence Committee interview NSA director Mike Rodgers and director of National Intelligence Dan Coats, we heard them stonewall the American people.
So, we at Flopside cOomics are anticipating that the good knight, Sir James Comey, will attend to the human spirit tomorrow. Anyway, this is where we put our hope.
“The flames of degradation burn and curl up the sky,
They tell you when you going wrong, but they never tell you why.
They got all the power and they shove it in your face,
Stomp you in the ground just to keep you in your place.”
Power Corrupts ~ GBH, Perfume and Piss
Ezekiel’s Wheel is often used in art psychology, religious discourse and UFO Ancient Alien Theory. In truth it is about the prelude to war. It is the vision of a religious prophet and the history of the annihilation of many beautiful cultures by a ‘son of a bitch’ patriarchy religious ideology. A horrific story that is not often mentioned honestly in the big picture of its sickness. It is about power that corrupts and the individuals that manifest that power are those that are profoundly corrupted.
This insanity is often excluded but we need to call it out for what it really is. That is what Flopside comics is doing today… also we have upgraded Ezekiel’s Wheel to reflect our modern age. Unbelievable madness in our wonderful modern world.
Remember to be more than an asshole!
The Kushner Companies’ purchase in 2007 of 666 Fifth Avenue, an aluminum-clad office tower in Midtown Manhattan, for a record price of $1.8 billion is considered a classic example of reckless underwriting.
Considered the biggest purchase in US history…
(Update it seems a lighting strike came through my soul and we went to San Francisco the end of May 2017… my joy overflowed… )
Catalogue 65, William Blake, “Always In Paradise ~ John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller
Proof Sheet The Trianon Press
Inferno The Divine Comedy
Trianon Press Facsimiles and I…
Melancholy William Blake Date: 1816 – 1820 Style: Symbolism Series: Illustrations to John Milton – L`Allegro and Il Penseroso Genre: religious painting
I thought we would be driving up to San Francisco to see some of William Blake’s art at The William Blake Gallery located at the John Windle Antiquarian Bookseller. My pilgrimage to see Blake’s work has taken a big reprieve. Time to rethink this again.
Planning a journey to the United Kingdom, in a few years, might be the best way to see his work. A well planned out journey can be done. Giving us plenty of time to research museums and places to stay in the U.K. I will start a Blake fund/budget. Setting goals, reading, and planning are wonderful ways to take on a reprieve from my need to see his real authentic work
Besides today is a cloudy cool day in May. My kind of weather. Almost as if San Francisco has come to us, this weekend, instead of us going to San Francisco.
Melancholy is a type of reprieve or realization. Time is given to focus within ourselves. Where we can be participating with our imagination and become creatively involved. That is, if we engage our Sun and Neptune in the right way, astrologically speaking of course.
Something within is stirring. I don’t know what is going to happen? I can wait and see what the future will bring. It is a good bright hope that will be born from an inward reprieve.
William Blake Gallery
http://www.johnwindle.com/shop/windle/WilliamBlakeGallery.html?id=xmZgSBWw
PLaces in europe and the united kingdom to see Blake’s work.
Interesting past exhibition on Blake and who he influenced.
I am not a U2 fan but they always come up in regards to William Blake’s work… I do not judge…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/reprieve/
Countless prescriptions exist for the masculine way; but our story is one of the few feminine ways in our heritage.
Children of the Dawn Old Tales of Greece
Improvising is having the ability to control one’s mind and think clearly. To speak from memory and experience within the presence of now and not get tongue-tied. I watch how some people are so good at this type of control. It amazes me. They can move their bodies, speak and improvise with a type of grace.
A controlling of the mind and the body with entertaining perfection.
It is not only about repetition and practice, though both matter. Taking tests and writing essays in class requires a similar kind of improvisational control. Some people are naturally good at it, while others develop it through practice and determination. That is a skill I would like to have.
I guess this is why I love Jazz. It is improvising control that is so perfect. A yearning for me…
“I stood for a moment on the scent, smelling this shrill and blood-raw music, sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily, and hankering after it a little too. One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade, sugar, and sentimentality. The other half was savage, temperamental, and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole.”
Pg. 37 Steppenwolf
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/control/
Ode to the Verdugo Mountains
By Hudley Flipside
In the early morning
there is nothing like driving east
on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley.
Not too many drivers
on the road
the view of the Verdugo mountains
are straight ahead.
The Verdugo shine with a blue gray hue
recalling my youthful wild days.
The street is lined
with dark green pepper trees
blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens
freely enhanced with
miles of tall brown, yellow wheat weeds.
What is left of a wild valley?
It is a cool windy day
the will-o’-the-wisp
goes around and round.
Made up of different colored leaves
memories that stir within me.
Coolness on clothes
distance of windy gray sky
maybe rain will fall
onto the concert of
the Los Angeles River
parallel to
the Verdugo Mountains.
Prehistoric blue gray mountain range
wild dew memories
inspire feelings
I am getting younger
not older.
The, another, big protest is happening today. Here at the Daily “FUCK” Gazette, watchers of the absurd and asinine, Mr. Fuck has made a sign and Mr. Shit drew a little doodle for yoodle…. we are with you, the mighty “WE THE PEOPLE.”
“As we fight the corpocracy, the fuckupracy of this world… their lies, their abuses that try to gobble us up into oblivion!!” ~Mr. Dang
“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 the 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 the 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 multiple attacks from 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 too old to do anything about it.
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.
“The emergence of values from remembering repeats in our old age the ancient myth of Memory, the mother of the nine. Muses. Each of the Muses—the patronesses of astronomy, comedy, dance, eloquence, epic, history, music, amatory poetry, and tragedy—artfully forms values by musing upon the goddess Memory who is her mother.
We do not need to form our remembrances into art, as the painter Grandma Moses did in her old age, or into a novel, as Giuseppe di Lampedusa did in his.
We need only to follow Memory’s daughters, musing over our memories and noticing how they take on significant shapes.”
~ James Hillman. The Force of Character: And the Lasting Life.
Illustration from ‘Practica Musicae’ depicting the connection between music, the Muses, and celestial influences.
“Greek rational thought broke away from magic thought processes, and symbolically transferred the center of creative power from the female womb to the male brain (symbolized by Athene’s birth from the forehead of Zeus), creating the great Western cultural distortion that is still with us today, by giving greater value to culture than to nature, to the abstract Idea than to concrete Life itself.”
~Amaury de Riencourt. Woman and Power in History .
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. Most importantly for them. If we dare to have a chance in these dark times.
Nine Muses 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.”
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.”
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 three aspects of Aphrodite. Her inflection as the moving powers of the energy of the world.
Euphrosyne: Joy and the radiance that flows to the world through the qualities of the nine Muses.
Aglaea: Splendor, the energy returning to the deity.
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)
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 mountains.
(3,4,5 The process of the rendering into the world the radiance of the Apollonian consciousness.)
The same old chaos from the small mushroom man. Tariffs, tariffs, tariffs…. This is a Flopside cOmic. I used to enjoy drawing and doodling this buffoon, but it is not so much fun anymore… redundant and annoying is more like it… the annoying Donald… the small mushroom man.
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 hopes 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.”
The first triad of the earth, the moon and mercury.
The second triad is the transition through the sun door into the high sphere of purely spiritual experience.
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 highest triad where we are released from bondage to matter and death.
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)
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
Also, today I am adding another most important source. “The Practica Musicae of Franchinus Gafurius” (First published in Milan in 1406)
The images contained in this book inspired my renderings. I was amazed at what I found and so started my journey.
“The High Renaissance in northern Italy was a crucial period in the development of the music of western civilization. The Pythagorean definition of interval in terms of precise mathematical ratio concepts of tuning, the controversy between ration and the “errant” senses…. helped bridge the gap between music as a philosophical science and music as a secular art. “
I include here images from this book. “…evolved both from ancient and medieval tradition and from the demands of performance in the late fifteenth century.”
Original source is acknowledged here with great joy…. the ancient past, the present…. it is amazing how we humans enjoy getting to know our soul, history, inspiration, astrology, philosophy, astronomy, alchemy, science and dare I say music ?
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.
Set is the son of Geb, the Earth, and Nut, the Sky; his siblings are Osiris, Isis, and Nephthys. He married Nephthys and fathered Anubis and in some accounts, he had relationships with the foreign goddesses Anat and Astarte. From these relationships is said to be born a crocodile deity called Maga.
“The rose is fairest when ‘t is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.”
― Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake
Last night’s dream set me on a journey of murder and fear. I left my car’s break off and it flew down the hill knocking down people, places, and things.
Yet, somehow, I ended up in a cave / loft underground looking up on a reflection of Our Lady of Guadalupe. There were five or six of us looking up, out of the loft.
A wood ladder hung upon the opening and straw was all around. I started to hum a song.
I did some research and found out that this song has an interesting history separate from Latin or the Catholic Church.
Franz Schubert Opus 52, 7 songs set to Walter Scott’s epic poem Lady of the Lake. (1825)
“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,
My gentle guide, in following thee.”
― Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake
Original text for Ellens dritter Gesang III is Scott/Stork Text before Lain text “Catholic Ave Maria” (Hail Mary).
“Hymn to the Virgin” by Sir Walter Scott
Listen to a maiden’s prayer!
Thou canst hear though from the wild;
Thou canst save amid despair.
Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,
Though banish’d, outcast and reviled –
Maiden! hear a maiden’s prayer;
Mother, hear a suppliant child!
Ave Maria! Ave Maria! undefiled!
The flinty couch we now must share
Shall seem with down of eider piled,
If thy protection hover there.
The murky cavern’s heavy air
Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled.
Then, Maiden! hear a maiden’s prayer,
Mother, list a suppliant child!
Ave Maria!
Ave Maria! stainless styled.
Foul demons of the earth and air,
From this their wonted haunt exiled,
Shall flee before thy presence fair.
We bow us to our lot of care,
Beneath thy guidance reconciled.
Hear for a maid a maiden’s prayer,
And for a father hear a child!
Ave Maria!
Io: Leaping in torments of hunger I come
With a furious rush, the victim
Of the cunning and jealousy of Hera
Suffers what I suffer?
~But mark out clearly
The Fate that will be mine in time
To come; what remedy, what medicine for ill?
Tell me, if you know them:
Speak to the virgin who wanders in misery?
~ Prometheus Bound: 600 ~ Aeschylus
“According to a legend preserved in Aeschylus’s Prometheus Bound, the tormented nymph Io, when released from Argus by Hermis, fled, in the form of a cow, to Egypt; and there, according to a later legend, recovering her human form, gave birth to a son identified as Serapis, and Io became known as the goddess Isis.” Pg. 250-251, Goddesses~ Joseph Campbell
Headaches, no sleep and a palpitating heart with rain and thunder and the dark of an endless night. Today the wind makes sounds ancient and whispering as the Celtic Bards of long ago.
He has a rich character, our dear Joseph Campbell. His insights into myth, history, art, religion, and our unconscious are telling us such old stories. A book that is a necessity for every person to read is Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine.
For anyone who wants to know where they came from and solutions to the problems of our current modern times. I recommend this book. But be careful and beware, this book is not a fairy-tale ride at Disneyland.
It is deeper than our DNA contained in a place beyond time. As above so below, this knowledge is mystical and enchanting. Which is to say between life and death. It moves one into another place beyond time as the Celtic Bards did. Stories are real and part of all our history. A lovely escort to any study of art, history, science, psychology, philosophy, sociology, and religion!
“When Dante was going through the stages of hell, the first and least horrendous was that of the carnal lovers. Among them were Tristan and Iseult and Lancelot and Guinevere, all the great lovers of all time. And he recognizes one couple, Paolo, and Francesca, and like a good sociologist he called Francesca down and asks,
“How did you get into this condition?”
In the most poignant line in the whole poem [The Divine Comedy], she answers,
“We were reading the book of Guinevere and Lancelot. And when we came to the meeting of the eyes, we looked at each other and read no more in the book that day.”
There they are in what looks like hell to us but the wonderful wise miracle man, William Blake, said in his book of aphorisms, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell,
“I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyment of Genius, which to Angels look like torments and insanity.”
I think that’s the answer. So, what Tristan accepted was the fire of this agony that is love for eternity, and that will be his life in eternity. “
~Pg. 245 Goddesses, Mysteries of the Feminine Divine, Joseph Campbell.
“What is actually new in these interactions is the introduction of the financial aspect; if desired, the user has the possibility to monetize his expertise. Although, we can always share our experience for free, giving users the opportunity to have some financial compensation may enhance the potential of interactions by providing them credibility, recognizing their value and establishing a relationship of equals between the parties. Some people may well feel more at ease if, to complete their project, they have the possibility to ‘buy’ someone else’s know-how.”
~https://www.quora.com/What-do-you-consider-to-be-your-greatest-asset
Hudley the Jester… Be more than an asshole.
After my stuff was destroyed by punks at a San Fernando Valley show, I felt threatened, but I moved on. My journals are now in paperback format for online sale. Problem solved. Published in 2019.
my opus magnum
It is ironic. My jewel, my opus magnum, and creations destroyed by the very same scene that gave me a voice. The punk scene gave me a voice. I self-taught myself or created myself in this void of rebellion.
A new world. The ideologies, punk community where we helped each other.
We confront the status quo and want to change things. My memories are something I share. It took me a long time but, a validation from financial gain is a necessity for the value of one’s art. What makes it valuable is relative.
Time, attempt, joy, bliss, and humor. A joining in. I joined the community of the history of punk now. I took a vow in Jung’s terms.
I am confronted with violence, destruction, and hate. What is my psyche doing now?
How is Cosmos responding to this? The fire of destruction. The depth of despair. The wheel of talk becomes tiresome to others.
Pity, maybe.
Hope, lost.
The band plays on…
I smell nothing today.
But the recurrence of something I cannot change.
I move forward as a phoenix.
new possibilities new awareness
leaving the gutter behind me!
In “Journal Number Four,” the author dedicates the issue to the tape recorder used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. The cover features a favorite photo of the early punk scene, showcasing the Canadian band Subhumans and the Samoans, along with notable figures like Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary, and Jim. The author is seen holding the Flipside tape recorder, with the photo taken by Al Flipside.
Now the new cover for Flipside Fanzine # 54 Ten Year Anniversary Issue. A paperback replica of the original issue. Published by The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing/ Hudley Flipside (2019)
All four journals are now for sale as one paperback memoir…
Click on both images to order for your reading pleasure.
A little Monday humor that keeps giving…
Tossed at the President
Like rotten fruit and stinky vegetables…
Wild Card.
He is out of the closet for you Donald..
Trump’s AI image of his lover in tight blue jeans has caused quite a stir, sparking conversations and debates across social media platforms.
The striking depiction not only highlights an unconventional blend of modern technology and personal life but also raises questions about the appropriateness of using AI to generate intimate representations.
Many have praised the artistry involved, noting the impressive attention to detail that captures the essence of his partner, while others have expressed concern over privacy and representation in the digital age.
As the image circulates, it is clear that such portrayals have the power to ignite both admiration and controversy in today’s fast-paced media landscape.
note to the reader: This is not an AI image… but what the hell
Don’t forget the pussy hat..
Trump Scrooge and Jacob Epstien great friends…
“Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.”
~ Tim Lyons
Marching down memory lane. I have mentioned this stencil before. I was inspired by a book by Tim Lyons about generational astrology. What really rang true for me was his knowledge of Chiron. At the time I was living in a little apartment with my family in Van Nuys California.
I had to do something to express my excitement. So I created a stencil on available cardboard with my trusty X-Acto knife (that I still have ). This image is the last I have of Chiron.
I lost the stencil. It does not matter if you view this image from the perspective of mythology, astrology, or depth psychology, it is a key that I found to healing and regeneration. I love Chiron.
The key is Chiron
Stencil by Hudley Flipside 1999
