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A beautiful monster

My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine. ~ Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The older I get the more I know it is true to expect less from others. Less from others is how it goes. I also feel I give less to others. The need to support shows , bands and artists is less. I don’t expect others to support me either. When they do I am thrilled. When I am thrilled and get that feeling in my belly to go and do something it must sustain for a while. My libido is not what it use to be. I can expect it to become lukewarm quickly.


 

 

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Autumn Magic poem four

A prayer to the Elohim ...
help us in these
whirlwinds of water
and fires of destruction. 

too much steam...

How to prune the masses
A man who is a doodlebanger
Causing chaos, discord, and division.

Racist and hypocrite...

Send you peace of heart and mind....
hopefully good people will become
The powerful and not the defeated.

Magic come to console and make
A sword of justice of
nobility and goodwill.

Make us whole dear diplomatic Elohim.

 

 

Image

Symbols are interesting

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

 

towards the zenith today…dragging the lake and letting go.

Last night before I went to bed. Or my routine of earning my right to sleep. I watched my detective shows as candles glow. After a dark night of  tossing and turning, I finally achieved the gift of sleep.

Anyway, last night before I went to sleep I checked my handy device and app on the planets.  I noticed that Jupiter was heading towards the nadir not quite past the descent. Jupiter was at peace in the astrological sign of Libra about 29 degrees. I woke up this morning with a curiously to see that Jupiter had spent the night in the underworld as I did. I speak collectively and personally.

Jupiter is now doing the tango with my friend Scorpio in 00 degrees heading towards the zenith. It is an outward and inward projection on my part. There are the realities that manifest in the physical realm which we now all see. Then there are the inner mysteries that prevail within everything and in us as well. And so, it goes.

“Watching the Detectives” and “Holding Back the Years” are songs that have  made an impression on me at such static times in my life, like these. Profound things are happenings but what can I do about it?

Both songs affirm realities today because they are unbearably beautiful, paradoxical, and show a musical renderings of our current times. A time of “dragging the lake” and  “letting go!” Hauntingly I move  towards the next plateau of life or current events that may be bewildering and filled with change.


“Watching the Detectives” is a 1977 single by English singer-songwriter Elvis Costello.

“You think you’re alone until you realize you’re in it.
Now fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit.
They call it instant justice when it’s past the legal limit.
Someone’s scratching at the window. I wonder who is it?
The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents
who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter’s disappearance.
Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay,
it only took my little fingers to blow you away.”


“Holding Back the Years” is the seventh track on Simply Red’s debut studio album Picture Book (1985).

Pater may refer to as the Latin “father” a title given to father deity. A Roman and Celtic God of the Underworld subsumed by Pluto or Jupiter.

Mater Matuta, in Roman religion, goddess of the ripening of grain (although the Latin poet Lucretius made her a goddess of dawn.)

“Holding back the years,
Thinking of the fear I’ve had for so long.
When somebody hears,
Listen to the fear that’s gone.
Strangled by the wishes of pater,
Hoping for the arm of mater,
Get to me sooner or later,”


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they just don’t make songs like this anymore….

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.



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.

Symbols that educate…

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

 

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The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. Two , Number Three. Love me some Transgender !!

Who is Dump's Trophy Whore ?

Mr. Fuck…Who is Mr. Dump’s Trophy Whore ?

President Dump Issues transgender directive…

My eldest son said this,

“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

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 circle dance…

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”

― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Oberon, Titania and Puck with Fairies Dancing c.1786 William Blake 1757-1827 Presented by Alfred A. de Pass in memory of his wife Ethel 1910 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N02686

Upon the wall in our bedroom is a large print from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Blake. It is framed in a golden frame and we have had it for some 15 years.  I love Puck. Today I bring together a little image play with music and Fairies Dancing. To Oberon and Titania and Puck… how many times have I danced with you in a circle … oh again today as well!

 

 

 

An unrecognized alien

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.

William Blake “Pity”

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 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?

Mozart Magic Flute `Karl Friedrich Schinkel

The place of science, math and technology works in our modern age.  The worlds 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.

“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 in to 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.

 

 

The traitorous Monostatos appears with the Queen of the Night and her three ladies. They plot to destroy the temple (“Nur stille, stille“) and the Queen confirms that she has promised her daughter Pamina to Monostatos. But before the conspirators can enter the temple, they are magically cast out into eternal night.

 

 

 

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