Old Mr. Shit has dementia but this does not take away from his wise foresight…
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 we enjoyed the fresh morning air with a fine cup of fresh brewed coffee. Mr. Squirrel was screeching 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
Did not 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.
Mrs. Jackass Trump come undone too what a bummer….
“Whatever! Now if he starts the draft again I can just say I am transgender.”
I was blank-faced and said,
“Ha, Ha, Ha…. brilliant!”
Pink Hat Mr. Fuck … got a hard on for you Mr. Dump! In or out of the military…. more normal troops for the generals to kill with. Oh boy that means we get the good stuff here in the general Republic…
The repetition of images is good propaganda… and we here at Flopside Comics are guilty of that. We hope it rams down your subconscious and does some fruitfulness. Remember to be more than an asshole.
The paintings below by Albrecht Durer can assist us to understand the esoteric importance of the planet Saturn. Saturn’s influence on us. “They all incorporate the symbols of Saturn to communicate a basic teaching.” I invite you to dwell upon these images and pine the importance of inward growth especially those who ponder in the world of melancholia.
“Melancholia” by Albrecht Durer
“Melancholy fury” stimulated the three highest human faculties : intellect, reasoning, and imagination” His observation was that a higher consciousness emerges from darkness.”
[Cornelius Agrippa of Nesheim 1509, from De Occulta Philosophia]
“St. Jerome” by Albrecht Durer
“The old man has transformed his gloomy cell into an earthy paradise with LIGHT streaming through the windows… his writings emphasize industry and resolve rather than despondency.”
“The Knight, Death and the Devil” by Albrecht Durer
“The knight riding on with a sense of purpose…”
Quotes taken from The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon by Joy Michand & Karen Hilverson Pages 3 and four.
Winged centaur, Etruscan black figure amphora, attributed to the Micali painter
You’ll have to get out of these little boxes, you know, physics on my left and psychology on my right, you can’t do that, you cannot do that in dealing with UFOs. What I’m saying is you cannot do that anymore in dealing with astrophysics. The problem that scientists have today is that time and space, the way we were thinking about them, don’t make sense when you begin to deal with particle entanglement and with entanglement of larger physical things. So we’re going to get to the same place eventually.
Dr. Jacques Vallée
Page 88 The SacriDcal Murder Carl Jung “Red Book” – Carl Gustav Jung / The Red Book
“But the way is my own self, my own life founded upon myself. The God wants my life. He wants to go with me, sit at the table with me, work with me. Above all he wanted to be ever-present. But I’m ashamed of my God. I don’t want to be divine but reasonable. The divine appears to me as irrational craziness. I hate it as an absurd disturbance of my meaningful human activity. It seems an unbecoming sickness which has stolen into the regular course of my life. Yes, I even find the divine superfluous.” Jung 78/98
I have not done this for a while. To randomly pick a book and open the page and read a paragraph. It is a type of trance effort. Some of the worst and best loved characters that I have read or studied live in a kind of trance world. A place of myth, magic and raised consciousness. William Blake, Carl Jung, and the pitiful creature known as Adolf Hitler. I am studying Hitler’s biography now. I was amazed how his and their lives moved in the same worlds.
The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age. The world of Blake, Jung and Hitler are different. One cannot superimpose our current world upon theirs. Which leads me to the randomly picked book and paragraph today.
Blake is a marvelous visionary and artist. He inspires humanity to think and brings beauty in reach of our grasp. Jung heals humanity with his depth psychology.
Hitler inverts compassion and goodness. He shows us what the worst part of human nature is.
They all use their unique wills to inspire or destroy.
Blake and Jung show us that humanity is a wondrous reality. They have dived into their unconscious and show us luminous stars and a good conscience.
We find our history and our future with inspired foresight; what it is to do good for humanity. Blake keeps the best and the worst at bay while focusing his will to ascend to transcendence.
Hitler did this too. To understand him, his world, one becomes aware of a trance of darkness; he is a mythologist of national German superhuman qualities…of what it is to be demonically insane! He is without a touch of the human soul or spirit! No sparks make him human. Hitler is the trance of a monster! How can anyone in their right mind address such a hideous freak as him with a salute?
William Blake ~ Europe, A Prophecy 8
“It is one of the wonders of human existence that a person can live a long and happy life without once becoming aware of the reality of consciousness and its ability to transcend the immediate physical level. At the instant of death, will time suspend its rule long enough for such people to realize what they missed?”
~ Pg. 153 Jacques Vallee, Confrontations; A scientist’s Search for Alien Contact.
I love Vallee. He is the scientist that places himself in the world of myth, magic and raised consciousness! He does not ignore art or music either. He rings the heart of a compassion that wants to know. He transcends a nationalist myth blending with Blake’s “universal humanity,” or Jung’s “collective unconscious.”
“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”
~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.
“…unless human beings could live at peace with one another.”
“In Goethe’s world conception, which is of a magical nature, both man’s spiritual and physical existence is related to the whole Universe of Stars, Sun and Planets. Just as man is not limited to his physical body, which Goethe conceived as the garment of both soul and spirit, the stars are not considered as simply meaningless massed formed in a three-dimensional space time continuum. Rather, Goethe regarded the heavenly orbs as the outer physical expression of Spiritual Beings, higher nonhuman Intelligences, which radiate spiritual and qualitative forces with their operative orbits.”
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
~Pg. 162-3 The Spear of Destiny by Trevor Ravenscroft
I am whispering in case the heavens are listening. This month the moon, sun, and planets are making a big deal about their place in the heavens, again.
I get it. It is a lovely galactic symphony. So, come the trials. Some are big and some very subtle and diabolically a pain in the ass. I try to keep sensible and logical, which I learned from my oldest son. It is hard to sometimes be logical and I turn to my passions.
So, the books start to come. I show a little interest in something from my past and the books will come. Not my doing it is my darn husband.
He has a statistical and chess mind. He thinks that by getting me these books that interest me, he can buy more chess books. So be it. I guess those rosy stories have been whispering in my ear as of late. As I said, it is that time of the year when chaos can be a good thing but unfortunately now it is discerningly a depraved time in our history.
Yet, from the cracks in the universe we find unique gifts like pearls. I shall go with the flow now engaging my moral courage for years to come.
“And while holding the talisman of power in his hands he told his Aides that mankind was standing on the brink of the most evil epoch in the entire history of the Planet. His young subordinates did not know about the Atom Bomb which was a most closely guarded a secret at this time.
They asked themselves what could be more evil than the Concentration Camps of Adolf Hitler’s defeated regime, and they wondered if their General had finally gone off his head. General Patton lift the bunker beneath Nuremberg Fortress in a somber mood.
Doom was written across the future of humanity unless human beings could live at peace with one another, and Patton could see in all clarity the danger of the new confrontation between America and Russia…Soldiers from the Third Division were standing guard outside the massive steel doors of the bunker in the Oberen Schmied Gasse when American aircraft unleashed the first atom bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The atomic age had begun.”
Pg. 350 The Spear of Destiny by Threvor Ravenscroft
Flopside comics is proud to continue on the next volume of ten editions of “FUCK” Gazettes. “Fart News” is the smelly echo of the word that is heard around the world. Volume two number one is a reflective piece of fart journalism.
A dualistic pause from the past into the present political drama! Yes, here at Flopside comics we memories quotes of our dear friend Thomas Paine. His good vibrations are close around.
His words echo in the moments of history that still speak to the noble of mind and heart. Pity the other fool that talks of truths…which he doesn’t even come close to saying in all his “tweetrums,” in fact Trump is an asshole… so there you go… that is fart news at its best. So go blow one and remember to be more than an asshole!!
Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally! Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year! I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet. I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!
POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !
I found the poem below, a poem of peace and beauty…for the wars that rage there now…. I feel this poem is good to read aloud. Oh peace be there…. terrible war machines… lovey land…
Captain Cur Captain of the Malevolent. Profession, Pirate. I took an oath that binds me to the sea; I left behind all claims, all history, bundled with my fears I carry them no more from not the throat but from the plexus roar. The storm has raged and now a pensive lull; I string my flag, the crossbones and the skull, the sun has set the world a golden hue a spell is cast across the rising moon, in her glow I rest in magic sleep, the skies are charged, the world is in retreat. I dream and wander deep within her source to forbidden shores, onward is my course. On Poetry, Her passion’s voice more meltingly composed than liquid fire, soft words boiling over too hot for flesh to bear; mesmerizing, coming near, dancing slowly on her smile, waltzing flames touching lips, sweat, desire; in this age, in this time, I am to live through the blaze, heart in hand, my love to give. To the sea, Guardian of my heart! I trust in thee, enrich my soul and quell my boastful pride; vastness surrounds me, beauty pure and wide let these calm waters fill the days that be. My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! One last journey, may faith become my guide; my sails are drawn by cold relentless time this path thou gives, this path thou giveth free to teach man till a greater good is won. May I not repent useless in my grave or count my deeds when all amount to none though flesh is weak I know the spirit brave; admire not power or the lowest shun; love gives me strength the weakest then to save! In these bold waters I raise my arm to thee, My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! On love, Blossoming, a bed of roses dare I pick just one, and encumber it in words to compare its charm to her wakening eyes; from my hand to hers and leave its beauty in her charge. On death, I laid him down without wreath or flowers And gave his body as the currents stream; I said the words to our God the Father Reuniting his spirit with the sea. I cried out as if in some horrid dream For with all my powers so still he laid, shook him gentle as a child to waken, but no breath he breathed! No! No breath he breathed! By twilight in its transient haste, taken; To the deepness of the darkening shade, To the blackness of the voracious night, Pallbearers guided by an unlit sun Bringing him down to a cavernous grave Where years are counted in chime less hours And the grains of sand in the glass are stalled, Where greenness of the earth is planted under In depths to deep to feel the giving rain Just rumblings of the lightless thunder. Welcome to the Captain’s page! Poetry translated from his encoded diary. The spirit of Captain Cur has commissioned this translator, with the help of the Captain’s impish Muse, to give good account of his writings, loves and adventures. The problem is the Muse, who calls herself, ‘Baharia Msichana’ which means, sailor girl, but she prefers ‘Pirate Girl’ insists I write her love poems, which she will not allow me to publish, or she will not help me decipher his diary. Captain Cur inhabited this sphere sometime between the mid to late 1600’s and possibly the early 1700’s. His diary was heavily damaged after the wreck of the Malevolent, his exact date of death remains unknown. Allusions to his alter ego, ” the beast” is heavily layered throughout his prose. His tales of adventure appear to encompass both the real and spectral world. The Captain’s spirit continues to pen in his diary and has much to say about our modern age. It’s complicated, but fun. So I hope you enjoy the voyage!)
A layperson’s study of William Blake and other reflections….
“The darkness of our world
Is not knowing and understanding;
Light can only come, when we
Make it our business to find it.”
~ Socrates ca. 470-399 B.C.
“A vision of the Last Judgement. It is an endeavor to restore what the ancients call the Golden Age.”
The above image is the star goddess. She is part of the earth and the sky. She is like many images of justice, Aquarius and the golden stars of the night sky. I find she is an archaic image that echoes of a Golden Age. If you do much reading of myths or ancient stories, you’ll find the Golden Age mentioned there.
Astraea is the bright star that reveals our insight into the Golden Age. She is needed in helping to restore our “universal humanity.” Of brighter days ahead in the dark times we face.
As Virgil says,
“Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign”
And maybe she does. Like a spiral the same and something different. The continuity of the stars and planets in the cosmos reflect in our watery psyche. If we become aware of this, very possibly, hopefully and surely, the two circles of psyche and cosmos meet within us. We will find the bright star there.
Albion William Blake
“In his late works, he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen into deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers and family members, enemies; and one’s own innermost being, an unrecognized alien.”
~Blake’s Poetry & Designs ` A Norton Critical Edition.
Albion Rose!!
“Here Albion as shown as a joyful and vigorous young man freeing himself from the shackles of materialism. In Blake’s world view, Albion could still be saved by the triumph of individual liberty, imagination and spirituality over social, political and religious oppression.”
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My visit to the Los Angeles Getty Museum to see William Blake~ A short Documentary by Hudley Flipside
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 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.
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
Trumpiel Wheel the four monsters: Jared, Steve, Rex and Donald ` A Flipside Comic.. they suck !
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.
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.
Intense, I read and dream upon the steps of the wolf. I wonder if it is a good time? Yes I think so: as a few friends have inspired me back here again. An astrologer who says it is a good time to take a spiritual journey, and another who just took up the book. A drive into the windy day and weekend. It is has the feeling of riding a swing… ignoring the world’s woes. The alternative still is alive.
“I caught a glimpse of it now and then. Sometimes for a minute or two I saw it clearly, threading my life like a divine and golden track. But nearly always it was blurred in dirt and dust. Then again it gleamed out in golden sparks as though never to be lost again and yet was soon quite lost once more…”
“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.
