What’s a book, movie, or TV show that you wish you could experience again for the first time?
“Love is eternal. It has been the strongest motivation for human actions throughout history. Love is stronger than life. It reaches beyond the dark shadow of death.”
The film noir thriller Laura.
As many film noirs this one is always an amazing adventure.
Characters change, where good guys become bad guys, and bad guys become good guys.
Dana Andrews, Vincent Price and Gene Tierney were just a top selection of actors that I was beginning to know.
The first time! Every time!
Laura is always a deep wonder of shadows and delights.
The soundtrack pulls this whole film together.
I love a good detective film. Love and betrayal and overall, a deep side kick of audacity!
“Laura, you have one tragic weakness. With you, a lean strong body is the measure of a man. And you always get hurt.”
“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, 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.
Today is Blake Off day. In celebration of William Blake’s Birthday.
“Introverted intuition perceives all the background processes of consciousness with almost the same distinctness as extroverted sensation senses outer objects. For intuition, there for, the unconscious images attain to the dignity of things or objects.”
Pg. 23 Chapter Two The Supreme Introvert. Blake A psychological study by W.P. Witcutt
“Each day, the dawn unveils the mystery of this universe. Dawn is the ultimate surprise; it awakens us to the immense “thereness” of nature. The wonderful subtle of the universe aries to cloth everything. This captured in a phrase from William Blake “Colours are the wounds of light.” Colors bring out the depth of secret presence at the heart of nature.”
Pg 2., Anam Cara, A book of Celtic Wisdom. By John O’Donohue.
A poetry class at university ended quickly for me when a professor called William Blake a weird mystic, Christian. I promptly dropped the course signing up for an extra curriculum course where I studied a real mystic, Christian. Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite. This professor did not seem to grasp that William Blake is so much more.
A good “anam cara” guided me beyond words to concepts and images that I could understand despite dyslexia, showing me that language can be learned. Blake also played a part in helping me develop my soul.
How can one weave such a man as he into one’s life? How did he find my mind where his images and words resounded so strongly in my soul? As a lone reader and self-educated he was my deep reference and confidence. Finding him in those places where one goes wondering for answers. Which Blake amplified for me in so many unimaginable ways. I could read him and comprehend him so clearly. A wonder to me for sure.
Some books that stand out on my book shelves!
We were living in Santa Cruz, California. A magic book store named LOGOS is one we did visit often. Along with The Poet and Patriot Pub. Hosting a nice pint of something we called Grease Lightning. A half of Guinness and a half of Anchor Steam beer. We powered them down ready for some enjoyable reading later. Or husband’s endless games of chess.
Another book : Park South Books John Calmann and Cooper Ltd. 1977.William Vaughan (Backcover).
I discovered William Blake’s Divine Comedy Illustrations Dover Publications 2008. in a world where Dante Alighieri’s words and Blake’s images vividly came to life. At a Van Nuys California used bookstore.
The next book by Canadian Scholar a book entitled Fearful Symmetry A Study of William Blake by Northrop Frye, Princeton University 1947. I was introduced to this book by one of my professors at California State University Northridge.
“Holly, I think you should read this book. He reminds me of your focus on symbols and archetypes. He was a professor of mine years ago.”
Imagine that my professor identified something in me that I could not. And so, my private life with Blake entered the big world of “Blakean” experts filled me by analytical minds.
Then to finish off this “Blake Off” essay is a book I found later, was it Van Nuys, California or down a few blocks a rare bookstore off Ventura Blvd. in the San Fernando Valley, CA? Amazing little gem.
“For the story was preserved as a family tradition by the real descendants of John O’Neil and Ellen Blake (the Carter Blakes), who told it to the poet Yeats. So it was that our William, who should have been born and brought up in some crumbling tower by the Atlantic shore and fed upon the tales of the ancient Ulster heroes, instead was reared in Golden Square. But anyone who saw the little boy might have guessed that he was really Liam O’Neil, with “his flame-like golden-red hair on end standing up all over his head.”
Blake a psychological study by W.P. Witcutt. Page 8.
“Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
‘Pipe a song about a Lamb’…”
The “Song of Innocence,” ~ William Blake.
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.
No truth so sublime but it may be seen to be trivial to-morrow in the light of new thoughts.— Ralph Waldo Emerson
My Rue plant.
Magic courts us and surprises us sometimes.
A place where it comes into your life.
When the time is ripe.
A past life comes a calling.’
When an old myth advances her head?
As it did for me
Materializing history and beauty
In my home
My oasis.
I was studying the idea or symbol of a key. I had a dream where Saturn gave me a key to study. It took me on a real-life journey of study. Books, myths, histories, and ChatGPT. All the older and modern tools of education, information, reflection, and human discernment.
Ancient design based on the Rue Plant.
Forming ideas and written words in my soul, mind, and feelings.
I came upon a charm with a key on it. It is called a Cimaruta.
I ordered a book and then the necklace. The day the book came I was out with the cats in my backyard. It was a moist morning with some intense clouds in the sky. I looked up over my home due west. I saw a perfect thunder bolt come down from the sky. It was amazing.
Then within a few hours the book arrived. While reading I looked outside and saw the strangest thing. Black kittens coming down from the back fence. Four black kittens and two black acting mothers. They have since adopted us.
Wild like the wind they are. Yet we do make love eyes.
I call them my Rues, standing at the Threshold.
“Beginnings are always delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.”
~ Goethe
The story of these black cats is years ago someone abandoned a mother cat and her babies. I have seen them roaming the neighborhood now and then. Yet we were not close, and they rarely came to my yard.
It seems as if now since I received this charm, it has become a part of their and my mythology, intertwining our stories in a way that feels both profound and magical. This charm carries with it whispers of ancient tales and forgotten secrets, reflecting not just my own experiences but also the shared narratives of those before me. I believe more than this too; it serves as a tangible connection to the past, a reminder of the bonds we forge through belief and the powerful symbols that shape our lives. Each time I touch it, I feel the weight of history and the possibility of new adventures, inspiring a deep sense of purpose that transcends the ordinary.
Receiving this Cimaruta—a potent Italian folk charm is a wonder to me. It is associated with protection, feminine power, and magic. To get it on the same day as the black feral cats indicates a notable synchronistic alignment. It appears that the forces invoked by the Cimaruta were making their presence known.
The key on a Cimaruta has been associated with unlocking mysteries, revealing truths, or opening portals to hidden knowledge, particularly knowledge related to lunar or feminine symbolism. It may also be interpreted as representing a threshold, suggesting that something in one’s life may need to be opened, entered, or addressed.
“I embrace the ancient crossroads,
Sacred throughout all time,
And the teachings there once told,
I claim and now make mine.
I hear the call of light,
That dissolves the dark of night,
Phantoms flee with harm’s intent,
From rays of light like arrows sent.
~ Page 43. The Cimaruta and Other Magical Charms from old Italy. By Raven Grimassi
Once while outside before they ran away. The two mothers and four kitties were there before me. The kittens four were formed into a perfect mandala. Weaved together with four faces looking up at me. The sweetest thing I ever saw. I will try to catch my mind’s image in a watercolor painting,
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
I wanted more light in the kitchen corner. To light up the roses as well. I had to move the refrigerator next to it to put in an extension cord. That is the dynamo effect of light. You put light on anything and so forth it wants to illuminate everything. I had to clean up behind the Frigidaire. Now all is cleaned up, and the roses got their illumination.
A song is like this too. It has an illumination or dynamo effect that kind of brings things together while cleaning things up. This song spoke to me today. A wonderful wise way or magnetic field of lyrics, singing song and instruments.
“Come on, with just a little bit of soul right now, baby Lord, everything is gonna be alright One more time, just one more time, baby Don’t it, don’t it sound pretty good right now, sugar? Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, baby I need a little security right now, baby Come on, come on.”
This kind of took me over today seeing how bands take a song being inspired to do it themselves is interesting to me. What is particularly interesting is the recording of Ottis Redding at the Whisky A GO GO. A global phenomenon of a song. And it is how I experience it. With the Saints coming to California this November this highlights my enthusiasm to see them. SO much mod podge sticking to my heart of experiences blended with punks, skins, mods and also the idea of Australia. Slade, The Saints and Otis Redding
A song can grab you and shake you. This song always has but now maybe a little bit more.
Otis Redding – Security Live at the Whisky A GO GO.
The song Security was written by Otis Redding and was first recorded and released by Otis Redding in 1964. It was covered by Lyres, Donnie Elbert, Chocolate Factory [DE], Mavis Staples and other artists.
Slade in their skinhead phase in 1969
Slade in their skinhead phase in 1969 and interesting read about their history briefly stated.
By 1966, this new version of the ‘N Betweens had recorded a promo single of the Otis Redding track “Security” and a self-penned song, “Evil Witchman”, released on Highland Records. A further single, “You Better Run” was released on Columbia Records and produced by Kim Fowley.”
The Saints
Prehistoric Sounds is the third album by the Australian punk rock group The Saints, released in 1978 via Harvest. This was the final album to feature founding lead guitarist, Ed Kuepper
“Being put down and called a cow by some man when calling out those who are cruel and abusive. Even if it is in the usually subtle manner. I was told that meant double bitch.”
~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside
Women were significantly affected during Trump’s first presidency. Conservative Supreme Court judges overturned Roe v. Wade, a decision that is not discussed often today, but I continue to address its implications. This action represented an assault on women’s autonomy over their reproductive choices, leading to widespread uncertainty across states and healthcare institutions. It also resulted in challenges for doctors and organizations like Planned Parenthood.
So, a woman in some cases must have her child even in rape and incest, and now the conservatives want to take away any help to these women who may lose their healthcare soon enough? The cruel irony of these soulless politicians, fascist religious blazers and dammed evil monsters are well documented and so unreal.
It was at a planned parenthood clinic in Santa Cruz California where I got my first Aides test, and a pregnancy test to find out I was pregnant with my first child in the 1990’s. The pay was based on a sliding scale. At the time it was extremely helpful. Even though I was working full time as a Home Health Aide with a Nursing Agency they did not have health care for their employees who were only hired per diem. Imagine that?
Which gets me to the point of my two shared images today. As a woman I have experienced being taken advantage of, due to my kindness, in my scene many times. A knife to my throat so to say. It is not easy overcoming being patronized and treated poorly as an experienced woman who is often devalued.
I got my voice in the original and growing punk rock scene. It was then that I encountered many other women with extraordinarily strong voices and some sang like angels.
American musician Annette Zilinskas is one of those women who is well known now in our music world. She is down to earth and very conscious. SO, when I get the feeling of inspiration I put it to watercolor.
“Change takes courage.”
~ Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then the female politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is another attractive woman who is also skin deep beautiful. She speaks of true liberty and equality for all and for a woman’s right to be heard especially.
They have that rare quality these days called audacity.
I will lasso this bold essay about bringing light to my art from my dark closet by saying,
“I am utterly amazed how well Tennessee Williams knows the female psyche. He honors her and addresses her unique qualities and so gives wings and light to her struggle.”
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
A reflection of my turmoil and my search for peace in the midst of the storm
Last night was a dark one, filled with palpable heaviness that lingered in the air. As the planets Pluto and Neptune danced in their contrasting orbits, I felt their influences swirling within me—conflicting energies that stirred both my body and my psyche. It was an unsettling experience, as if I were caught in a cosmic tug-of-war that left me disoriented.
In the depths of my mind, dreams—some eerily prophetic—unfolded like delicate petals blooming in the night. They whispered secrets of the heart and echoes of long-forgotten desires, blending into a arras of haunting beauty. Yet, there was Pluto, that enigmatic force, reaching deep into my being, pulling at my very essence with an intensity that felt almost invasive. It was a reminder of the darker sides of transformation and the raw, sometimes painful, nature of rebirth.
Amid this turmoil, as I finally drifted into a state of fragile sleep, a fleeting glimpse of clarity surged through the chaos. It reminded me of a particular song that resonated deeply within my soul. The melody and lyrics intertwined perfectly with the essence of the night—a reflection of my turmoil and my search for peace in the midst of the storm. It was strange how music seemed to emerge from the depths of my consciousness, illuminating the shadows and giving voice to the inexpressible emotions that flickered in the corners of my mind.
This song has a way of capturing the essence of what it means to navigate the complexities of life, especially during nights like these, when the celestial bodies collide within and around us, leaving us to decipher the meaning of our own existence.
“He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” is a ballad written by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell. Originally recorded by Kelly Gordon in 1969, the song became a worldwide hit for the Hollies later that year and also a hit for Neil Diamond in 1970. It has been recorded by many artists in subsequent years. The Hollies’ version was re-released in 1988 and again was a major hit in the UK.
As 2025, 1969 was an interval of time in our American history as is now. Seems sometimes a dark part of our American psyche shows its ugly face. Absurd politics, greed and power. Like some awful rouge wave that manifests for a rift of time in our history.
It is a constant here and we just have to know this. We all know this.
“If I’m laden at all I’m laden with sadness That everyone’s heart Isn’t filled with the gladness Of love for one another.”
“Nessus had not yet reached the other bank When we began to make our way across A wood on which no path had left its mark. No green leaves in that forest, only black; No branches straight and smooth, but knotted, gnarls;No fruits were there, but briers baring poison.”
My responding…
Nature is not lost All wild creatures, insects, plants, and trees are in a state of ecstasy. The praying mantis reflects in my watery psyche only a drip of what that is. As she embraces the gardenia plant! Climbing through and reaching also the trailing purple tubular magenta flowers. Touching the earth while reaching towards the sun. A spell, my enchanting bliss. Cleaning away the contrast Of contraries of my human experience of a paradise lost!
The Divine Comedy Paradiso Canto XXV 124-127
“Only those two lights that ascended wear Their double garment in this blessed cloister And carry this report back to your world. ”When he began to speak, the flaming circle Had stopped its dance; so took its song had ceased- That gentle mingling of their threefold breath-”
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
“Fogerty claims the song is about “the apocalypse that was going to be visited upon us”. He also said that when the band was learning the song he recognized the contrast between the apocalyptic words and the happy melody. He said, “It wasn’t until the band was learning the song that I realized the dichotomy.”
“Bad Moon Rising” is a song written by John Fogerty and performed by Creedence Clearwater Revival. It was the lead single from their album Green River and was released on April 16, 1969.”
I can see that there are many artists that have done this song… some really stupid like Satin Puppets and Nxghtshade, old news… ick so redundant.
Yet the best is the original by CCR…
5 days until a full moon as the harbinger of the autumnal equinox approaches. Fires, earthquakes, and lightning… yes. It feels extreme. Glad the heat wave in California broke… yet we did have an earthquake today here in Malibu California.
Fires are happening too. It does not make one want to shout for joy…
The little things we do to make our environment better. Standing still I see around me in my garden or in my home.
Yet outside I try and do things that are good for my environment. I do not use pesticides. I encourage natural pest control. If you give your environment time it will reach a natural balance.
I have developed a nice relationship with my local praying mantis hub. They have balanced out the problem we had of too many black widow spiders.
Yet all the wild animals too come and go in a balanced way too.
Owls come to visit as well as our family bird tribe of ravens.
The laws and resilience of nature is not for me to control we are all on the menu in one way or another. Yet as a human being I practice environmental etiquette.
For example, if you move into a neighborhood, you are happy with your new home. Take a look around and see how the homes around you are like. Is it a caring frequency you feel? Practice environmental etiquette and I guarantee you that you will make all sorts of friends.
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!
“Prometheus” is a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, in which the character of the mythic Prometheus addresses God (as Zeus) in misotheist accusation and defiance. The poem was written between 1772 and 1774 and first published in 1789 after an anonymous and unauthorised publication in 1785 by Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi. It is an important work of the Sturm und Drang movement.”
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Cover Your heavens, Zeus,
With cloud vapor
And try Your strike, as a boy
Beheading thistles,
Against oaken tree and mountain height;
You still must leave me
My Earth standing
And my hut which You did not build,
And my hearth, home’s glowing
Fire which You begrudge me.
I know of nothing poorer
Under the sun than You gods!
Indigently You feed
Your majesty
On proffered sacrifice
And breathfuls of prayer.
You would starve to naught
If children and beggars
Were not such fools full of hope.
When I was a child
That knew not its way in the world
I would lift my deluded eyes
To the sun as though out beyond it
There were an ear to hear my complaints
A heart like mine
That would take pity on my oppression.
Who came to my aid
Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?
Who delivered me from death,
From slavery?
Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,
Who achieved it all?
And, swindled in your youth and good will,
Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,
For that mere Sleeper on high?
I should honor You? For what?
Did You ever gentle
The ache of my burden?
Did You ever dry
The tears of tribulation?
Was I not forged to manhood
By Time Almighty
And Eternal Destiny,
My masters and Yours?
Perhaps You believed
I should find life hateful,
And flee to the wilderness
Because not all my blossom-dreams
Reached ripeness?
Behold
Here I sit, fashioning men
In my own image,
A race after my likeness,
A race that will suffer and weep,
And rejoice and delight with heads held high
And heed Your will no more
Than I!
The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).
Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas
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.
On the way to Box Canyon in Chatsworth, we sadly noticed this lovely lady’s face was disgraced. (Stone Woman Face on Map).
Graffiti. Well in her honor and memory…. I am glad I took this image a few years back. Maybe we will have a day to clean her up…I called Simi Valley, Ventura County, LA County and LA City and my representative John Lee and no one wants to claim it in their area or district. It is really a strange thing to deal with. How unorganized our counties and cities are. SO very strange…. So now to find who the property belongs to. When no one is claiming it? I found an interval or other world …. it is so bazaar.
Note: we found out it is privately owned property. Yet it still seems strangely unlikely..
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.
The archetype of the success of the alchemical work was the androgyne, the balanced co-mingling of opposites. As we have seen, Ariadne’s own animus is activated positively, while Dionysos himself, blends the features of both sexes, along with being in positive relationship to the Earth Mother and the feminine. Each thus represents a balance of masculine and feminine within themselves and together they form two wholes in harmonious union, rather than two incomplete halves to one whole. Ariadne, a whole, rather than half, psychologically illustrates the Jungian goal of Individuation.
Aguilar, A. Marina. Alchemy of The Heart: The Sacred Marriage of Dionysos & Ariadne . Chiron Publications. Kindle Edition.
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.
