Urania: The Divine Sister of Love and Power

Urania is often associated with Universal Love. Sometimes identified as the eldest of the divine sisters, Urania inherited Zeus’ majesty and power and the beauty and grace of her mother Mnemosyne.

Epsilon Carinae

March 21

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.

Only you, only I,

World farewell, world goodbye.

To our home ‘neath the sea

We shall fly; follow me.

Follow me, follow me, follow me.

“Cosmology is a literary Art…”or why I have flaming red hair.

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.

The mysterious distance….

Extraterrestrials and cats against fascists.

Stop ICE Warehouse Detention Centers:

Nat’l Day of Protest, April 25, 2026,

“The archetypical mind, which represents the personality of the galaxy.”
The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.

And so, the best stories are created by truths folded into everyday events. As cleaning the lowest shelves next to the wood floor in my office.

Move forward to advance with my war bonnet by retreating to clean the office.
Mikey the whizzer did his magic on my collection of David Wilcock books. Dust and cat piss is not my favorite thing to clean.

I don’t know if you saw it but Mikey’s band, the Whizzers, played on No Kings Day. Months of kitty focus and working with extraterrestrial sources.

And the protest continues against this wicked monster president and his asshole friends.

Cats know the doors, the thresholds that lead into other worlds, and uncover their way into the Oval Office. Mr. Wilcock tells these governmental stories about these doors.
So, the story is told to me by way of decoding cat’s meows and sounds.

By way of their kitty ESP and telepathic powers. My kitties were organizing to take a whiz on the president’s chair.

Mikey meowed so clearly at the live event. I recorded it but something weird happened? Our house lights were going on and off and our internet was out for the whole performance.

A day or two later Poobah the black kitty, was lying in my lap for her daily massage; I heard her purr that they did find the door into the Oval Office.

Yet they only found an old man with yellow hair sobbing.

He was throwing his food around and peed on his own chair.

This scared the cats, and they all came back home. Mikey felt betrayed by their kitty cat fears.

When he came into my office, he took a revenge whiz on all of David’s books. Kitties have found their purring peace since and now are back to cleaning each other’s ears.

Above David’s now cleaned books, and a glossy copy of a Flopside cOmic. “Punks In Space` Rockets A GO-GO.”

It fell down from a top shelf onto my lap. A closing synchronicity and conclusion to this curious feline story declaring,

“The door has been found!”

“The archetypal mind is intended to heighten this ability to express the Creator in patterns more like the fanned peacocks’ tail.”
-The Synchronicity Key, David Wilcock.

Punks In Space, Rockets a Go Go

Cimaruta and Rue

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,

Slade, The Saints and Otis Redding

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

SHE

More art out of the dark closet….

“Satire is strong irony or sarcasm—”in satire, irony is militant”—but parody, burlesque, exaggeration, juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing.”

Growing up during the 1960s and 1970s I was often in an existential world. Between nature, school social pressures and a time of civil rights and the women’s movement. It was a time where health clinics were available as well as birth control having planned parenthood available in all of our cities. For my generation we had a brave and independent future as young women.

Now so much has been taken away from women in general. Health clinics are under attack as well as health care.

The worst-case scenario is that a woman due to incest or rape gets pregnant. They are required by law to give birth to a human being without having health care. How is this done? Prenatal care is so important as well as health screening throughout the pregnancy.

Women’s creative spaces and voices are increasingly threatened, often suppressed by corrupt and patriarchal systems of power.

I have experienced this over the last few years in general. The guts it takes to stand up and tell the truth is never easy. Ford and Carrol did, and I am so grateful that they did.

They inspired me to tell my stories and stand up to injustice even in my own world. I hope it inspired others as well.

For me it was saying how the documentary Punk The Capital: The DC Scene took my interview and information and marginalized me and the material. Ripping off my original creative ideals. James, Ian and Henry edited me out of the film. It was due to Henry not financing the documentary with me in it. Can I say how bad that made me feel? I once looked up to these people and supported them in a punk scene when many did not.

As a woman, confronting sexism, marginalization, and betrayal is challenging, particularly when these issues come from something I once believed in.

Yet anytime you stand up and tell the truth you do not always win.

Christine Blasey Ford

Ford’s testimony highlighted the lasting psychological impact of trauma, underpinned by her professional expertise. It brought national attention to the treatment of sexual assault survivors and challenged institutions to rethink how they evaluate credibility and power dynamics -Vogue.

Impact of her testimony

Her emotional and technical testimony resonated widely, serving as a catalyst in the #MeToo movement. It sparked the #WhyIDidntReport hashtag and prompted many to speak out about past abuse—though Kavanaugh was confirmed by a narrow 50–48 vote. -Time

In March 2024, she released her memoir One Way Back, detailing her experiences during and after hearing.

E. JEAN Carrol

“I write the ASK E. JEAN column in ELLE magazine. Incredibly it’s the longest, currently running advice column in American publishing. I live in a little cabin on an island (it’s about the size of a mattress) in upstate New York. I used to write for Saturday Night Live and was a contributing editor to Esquire and Outside. I have noticed one thing about writing: when I get stuck, I find that walking into the kitchen sixty or seventy times to eat something really helps.

https://www.elle.com/author/4913/e-jean

She became a prominent journalist and advice columnist. Her “Ask E. Jean” column ran in Elle magazine from 1993 to 2019, famed for its candid and witty guidance.

Beyond advice, she contributed first-person gonzo-style features to major publications such as Rolling Stone, Esquire, and Playboy, and wrote for Saturday Night Live in the mid-1980s.

2025, she released her memoir Not My Type, exploring her legal journey and personal reflections.”

~The Guardian / Wikipedia

Carroll’s case was the first to result in a civil judgment against Trump for sexual misconduct.

Both women are featured in my strong women Postcard Series.

https://hudleyflipside.com/…/postcard-series-strong-women

Sunday funnies old Flopside cOmics…

Ezekiel Wheel Mr. Fuck “God is Every fucking man.”

“And the word of the lord came to me:
Mortal, prophesy and say: thus says the Lord; Say:
A sword, a sword is sharpened,
it is also polished;
It is sharpened for slaughter,
honed to flash like lightning!
How can we make merry?
You have despised the rod.”
~ EZEKIEL 21 8-10.

I never will forget when my oldest son and I read from the bible a certain part about Ezekiel’s Wheel. I often overlooked elements of war but in the bible our patriarchs are ruthless bastards. And so is Ezekiel’s Wheel.

A prelude to war. Fucking race gods fighting each other through their human pawns, a big cosmic game of chess.

This may seem esoteric because it is.
Recently Mr. Fuck and I were going through some of the Flopside cOmics and images, and we came upon a couple that he loved so much. We’ laughed aloud’ like we used to in time of grieving and wild exuberance.
There is more to this image, it was inspired by Human (Steve Pfauter) during one of our online conversations. We were talking about women singers of the 60s and 70s. And we moved into talking about the Goddess. I mentioned the quote “The Goddess is Every Woman” by a well-known Jungian therapist Jean Shinoda Bolen. He said that it was not fair and replied,

“The God is every man.” We enjoyed this back and forth and often later I would get a message stated,

“Hud, you know I’m just messing with you, having a little fun, nothing serious!”

Next watercolor is inspired by some of the guys from the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park California. I was going through some grieving times of parents getting old and dying.

The punk rock nostalgia wave was just beginning to hit around 2007, and they still had DJs at the pub who played from their record collections, often prime 1980s punk. Some of the fellas influenced me in a pleasant way. But I did drink too much and began smoking for a brief time.

It was a relieving an offbeat microcosm of how the punk scene once was for me during my youthful rebellion.
To the songs and the great individuals and toxicologists at the pub. Thanks for helping me through some rough times. Mr. Fuck was often in the dark corner grinning asking for a lite after hours. Who knows maybe he is an offbeat shadow of my psyche.

If that isn’t bitchin’, I don’t know what is….

“My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies”

~ Song of Solomon 2:16.

I remember living in uptown Whittier California. Living in an art loft was fun right above a bookstore but what I enjoyed most was the little religious store. Here each morning a new quote from the bible was displayed. It was a ritual of mine to read that. This memory is what inspired me to display my art each day.

Incorporating the practice of displaying my artwork from my collection, which is carefully stored with my Jam Poster on the wall protecting my art, has become a significant routine in my daily life. It is enriching to dedicate time and attention to each piece. My collection includes both older works created many years ago and more recent pieces. I will continue to share these artworks each day.

It is like turning on the light or feeling bitchin’ which are goals of mine now at 67.

As a wife, mother, artist, and friend as one who loves nature and even man. To the rebels who do well in diversity. To love and hope when life is a place of melancholia.

TO Super Fuck …. A Flopside cOmic Character who is the extreme punker power, practicing a lifestyle of frugalism, inspired punker of wonder. Living in my backyard, the bomb shelter built in the 1960s.

Also, to the golden mantis who crescendos in August to lay her ootheca … to my personal Spear of Destiny moving forward from earth turning around the cosmos, around the solar system and the sun. Out from the planets into the dark matter of space and then come home resting upon a womb of a purple blossom in my garden.

Strong Women Poster T-Shirt

The times we are living in is a crazy time. A woman’s right to choose was our first blow, an alarming signal of the eroding freedoms we once took for granted, and now we face terrible violations of our rights that seem to multiply by the day.

Across the globe, women are rising up, reclaiming their voices in a world that tries to silence them. From the streets to the digital platforms, they demand equality, respect, and justice.

Each story shared fuels a collective fire, igniting change and inspiring hope, reminding us that we are not alone in this struggle.

Yet, amidst the chaos, there are still some women that whisper in my ear for justice, their strength echoes in my heart, serving as a reminder that resilience and courage can pave the way for a brighter tomorrow.

“And lend your voices only to songs of freedom
No longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from
Free your mind of mental slavery and you shall lead a life uncommon.”

For Sale at Tee Public … just click on image.

A song in the midst of the storm

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.”

Nike, Zelos, BIA, Kratos, Τελεστώ.

A new Flopside Bubblegum cOmic.

Don’t let them find you stashing your Flopside cOmics PUSS!

Bound to the hospital bed for 7 days. No food, only moisture from an I.V. and a tube in my nose taking moisture out of my belly.

I thought about the Oceanids watercolors I did during our California Fires only a week earlier. It was so terrible.

I thought upon Prometheus and fire. Zeus bound him to a giant rock… yet it was the Oceanids who trembled and came to his side to hear his stories. Furthermore, to comfort him.

Again, I thought about these amazing creatures so when I was in hospital craving a drink of water, the nurse gave me a small cup of shaved ice. I did a ritual and put it on my legs, arms, and face. I could not drink it, but I sure could enjoy the bliss of moisture on my body.

The day I got out I felt the rain on my face. Two weeks later I finished my project with a place for the Oceanids … yes, it is good, and we are expecting more rain.

The anthropomorphic Praying Mantis is part of this wild story of water, nymphs and moisture. Praying for fog, rain and moisture we can call upon the Oceanids. A mystery, mythology and now a bubblegum Flopside cOmics.

Tethys

Tethys was a Titan goddess of freshwater and the mother of the Oceanids and the river gods. She was the daughter of Gaia and Uranus, and the wife and sister of Oceanus. Tethys was a nurturing mother to many of the more popular gods, including Hera, the grandmother of Athena.

Moon of Saturn

Tethys is a moon of Saturn with a diameter of 1,066 km (662 miles). It was discovered in 1684 by Gian Domenico Cassini and named after the Greek Titan goddess. Tethys is known for a fissure that circles most of its circumference. It orbits Saturn every 45 hours, while its moons Telesto and Calypso maintain stable positions in its orbit.

Thalassa

THALASSA was the primordial goddess (protogenos) of the sea. Mingled with Pontos (Pontus), her male counterpart, she produced the fish and other sea creatures. Thalassa was the literal body of the sea and in the fables of Aesop, manifests as a woman formed of seawater rising from her native element.

Poseidon and Amphitrite, the anthropomorphic king and queen of the sea, were the rulers of the elemental Pontos and Thalassa.

Thalassa is depicted in Greco-Roman mosaics as a matronly woman, half-submerged in the sea, with crab-claw horns, seaweed for clothes, and a ship’s oar in her hand.

Thetis

Thetis is a figure from Greek mythology with varying mythological roles. She mainly appears as a sea nymph, a goddess of water, and one of the 50 Nereids, daughters of the ancient sea god Nereus.

Styx

STYX was the goddess of the underworld River Styx and the eldest of the Okeanides (Oceanids). She was also the spirit (daimon) personification of hatred (stygos). Styx was a firm ally of Zeus in the Titan Wars, who brought her children Nike (Victory), Zelos (Rivalry), Bia (Force) and Kratos (Cratus, Strength) to stand beside the god in battle. Zeus rewarded her by making her stream the agent of oaths which bound the gods.

The River Styx was also a corrosive Arkadian (Arcadian) stream which allegedly flowed forth from the underworld.

Styx was sometimes identified with several other chthonian goddesses, including Demeter Erinys the wrathful earth, the oath-protecting Eumenides, and Nyx the darkness of night.

Telesto

Telesto. In Greek mythology, Telesto or Telestho (/tɪˈlɛstoʊ/; Ancient Greek: Τελεστώ means ‘success’) was an Oceanid, one of the 3,000 water-nymphs daughters of Titans Oceanus and Tethys. She was the personification of the divine blessing or success. Hesiod describes her as “wearing a yellow peplos”.

Thoosa

Thoosa. In Greek mythology, Thoosa, also spelled Thoösa, was, according to Homer, the sea nymph daughter of the primordial sea god Phorcys, and the mother, by Poseidon, of the Cyclops Polyphemus.

Triteria

Triteia was a sea nymph and the daughter of Triton, the sea-god. She was the lover of Ares, the god of war, and they had a son named Melanippus. Melanippus named a town in Achaea after his mother, and sacrifices were made to both Triteia and Ares in the temple of Athena there.

Tritonidis

Tritonidis / Tritônis was the goddess-nymph of the salt-water lake Tritonis in Libya, North Africa. In the story of the birth of the Libyan Athena, Triton–a Libyan sea-god sometimes identified with Poseidon–and Tritonis were the parents of two daughters named Athena and Pallas.

More Bubble Gum chewing fun …

Bubblegum Flopside cOmics

A Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing project /Hudley Flipside

Flopside cOmics

Compassion, unfathomable galaxy

I do not often show my religiosity training. Be it from university or experience or the blending of the two.

In the 1980s I had a long correspondence with the Poor Clares of Long Island New York, who led me from the Anglican Church to the Episcopal Church. Yet in my heart I was hearing a call from the Franciscans who are members of a Catholic religious order.

I explored the concept of Episcopal women serving as Priests after reading “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey” by Alla Renee Bozarth.

I liked them all in their essences of spirituality and integrity of faith, believing in something beyond themselves. Yet it is always the dogma of the church that makes me wonder off.

Professor Hap at university was an Episcopal Gay Priest who would talk about synchronicity and Fellini’s Satyricon with an odd look on his face. We both knew, recited and prayed the Rosary.

Yet my esoteric past held me at a place that could not be bound by dogmas.

“So nigh is grandeur to our dusk,

So near is God to Man!”

~ Ralf Waldo Emerson

“Though the individual fact there ever shone for him the effulgence of the Universal reason. The great Cosmic Intellect terminates and houses itself in mortal men and passing hour. Each of us is an angle of its eternal vision, and the only way to be true to our Maker is to be loyal to ourselves.

“O rich and various man!”

he cries,

“though place of sight and sound, carrying in the senses the morning and the night and the unfathomable galaxy; in thy brain the geometry of the city of God; in thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong.”

Pg. 1121, Address at The Emerson Centenary. William James.

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“In thy heart the bower of love and the realms of right and wrong,” and this is what she calls to all of us, it is the ability to discern the willingness of compassion or the lack there of. I think so.

We need more of “the effulgence of the Universal reason.” Effulgence means radiant splendor or brilliance. It can also refer to the state of looking exceptionally beautiful or being full of goodness!

Compassion is the “splendor of brilliance.”

The beauty of a flower resembles Mariann Budde, who embodies the connection between “the great Cosmic Intellect and mortal [woman].”

As Mariann Budde said,

“But the vast majority of immigrants are not criminals. They pay taxes and are good neighbors. They are faithful members of our churches and mosques, synagogues, gurudwaras and temples. I ask you to have mercy, Mr. President, on those in our communities whose children fear that their parents will be taken away. And that you help those who are fleeing war zones and persecution in their own lands to find compassion and welcome here.”

In the late 1980s I read “Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey by Alla Renee Bozarth.” Alla talks about her triumphal cry and about her courage… she had to go on in life after great loss. A lovely biography and what was special is how she said she danced to this song barefoot… it was her song of liberation… let’s hope for the liberation of all who are struggling right now around the world… and hope for the good hearts of our leaders to grow stronger with compassion and mercy in the dim times that we now face.

Potnia Theron.

Lady of the Animals

I Saw you once.

In my dreams.

Before I knew your name.

I was at a Golf Course Green

Near where I grew up.

I played there as a child.

I saw your head emerging.

From the sand trap on the green.

Ascending up

As made by some

Prehistoric substance.

Colors of the sand, earth, and primordial statues

Of antiquity.

You looked at me.

Turned and then.

As a fast wind

Ran up Canoga Ave

Up towards Mulholland

And the youthful

Santa Monica Mountains.

With you were many wild animals.

Lions, bears, horses, raccoons, tigers

Skunks, opossums, and elephants.

All the wild animals and you

Ran so amazingly fast away towards

The mountains.

I now finally know your name…

Potnia Theron.

“Lady of the wild things.”

Artemis…

Ancient a time long ago 600 BC.

I call upon you for your wisdom.

I love your wild things.

I want to run with you.

I also call upon your protection.

From those who

Condemn the wild animals.

And my love for them

And you.

Be with us.

The wild things and me.

I ask for a swift

And vigorous justice

TO be heard, seen

As innocent.

Oh, my Powerful…

Potnia Theron

Nature is not lost.

The Divine Comedy Inferno
Canto X111
1-4

“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-”

Earthquakes & songs. No don’t stop the rain here in California.

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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…

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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.

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Trump and Elon’s own waste and compost into a terrible part of our ‘unburned’ history books

Recycling my ridiculous cartoon art is exuberance when the characters are so fun to work with. Ejaculations in space and small mushrooms is the theme here. To find something of value in it with the need to express something new.

As my youngest son stated to me today as I was talking to him about how the Film Hair was about all the youth of a generation speaking without cell phones. Yet the new young generation now has technology to hang and amplify their voices.

All the social media where people can do and say anything. That is how it once was on the streets where I grew up but without technology. Freedom always has a big shadow. So, to battle this I have learned with action and practice that real freedom comes with the engagement of responsibility.

So, as I was saying, youngest son says,

“Why worry about Trump and Elon…,”

and he smiled.

“Trump will not be around that much longer.”

“It is only matter of time… Trump is getting old and will die in the next ten years or less.”

Where did my son learn such good common-sense?

I love my PayPal but Elon, along with ejaculating in space, has joined the small mushroom club. He has a need to join with racists, Nazis, patriots who don’t know what that means, greedy bastards, men with closets full of Viagra.

As our clever youthful generations expand, they are covering up these guys. They are going to be covered over in our small mushroom gardens by their own waste and compost into a terrible part of our ‘unburned’ history books.

‘Our youth’ have gotten this down really good… so proud of them.

Oh ya LSD Vance is a jerk.

Dark Burgundy Dream

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!

I surely know this now,

“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.”

Psalm 139:7-12 New International Version Bible

7-12

“Prometheus” a poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

“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