Daily Prompt: Goals: express myself as others do!!

An average person with average talents and ambition and

average education, can outstrip the most brilliant genius in our society,

if that person has clear, focused goals. ~ Mary Kay Ash

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I shall keep moving forward no matter what the gossip, criticism or silence…

The above image is of a written interview I did some years ago with Coagula Art Journal. I am a resurrected personality from days gone by. I felt the need to remember those days and share them. So, I went to places where I use to express myself, which are… fanzines. Mat Gleason, the creator of Coagula Art Journal, is an old-time buddy of mine. He promotes and educates his community about art, which is beyond my expertise.

Yet, Mat was willing to humor me by publishing this little introduction of my dream to awaken people to the long-lost days of late 70s and the 80s punk rock culture. Hark Hark… wait a minute. As the ghostly fog cleared over the next few years, I witnessed that the world remembers. Punk nostalgia has since overwhelmed me, as the old days used to. My goal was to remember, write and express myself. Yes, this is achieved!!!

In “Hudley Flipside’s Public Image,” located here on my WordPress site, I show the journey I have taken to get the word out. I have been interviewed by individuals that I respect, and to my amazement, respect me back: enough to interview me about my days as a co-editor and publisher of Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine.

As an introverted Gemini I then made my connection with MySpace, Facebook and other online business and social networks. Anytime I feel myself ‘sinking in the quicksand’ of another person’s manipulation or control: working for them over working for myself. I pull myself away. I have painfully earned my individuation and need to vibrate this to the world on my own terms. I am gentle too!!

My goal is to create a place to publish what I wish to share.

I’m thrilled finding WordPress and to see the vast ocean of others who are doing the same thing as I which is writing and sharing their stories!!

“This is it” I thought.

It has been over a year now.

I am creating a wonderful promotional page on WordPress. I share my stories by writing about what interests me. Quality over quantity is my ambition. I still have many goals… but I am on the right independent path. I shall keep moving forward no matter what gossip, criticism, or silence…

The Seminary of Praying Mantis is my achieved goal. It is natural for a crone woman to sit back, reflect and remember and tell her tales and adventures… there are always a couple of people interested… or maybe just my cats, or the muses that echo back on this oracle called computer.

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Wendy Greuel and Eric Garcetti

“Give to every other human being every right that you claim for yourself – that is my doctrine.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age Of Reason

Today is the day to vote for mayor of Los Angeles.

I am going to vote by not voting:

not because I am dumb

or because there are problems, such as

redistricting issues or minority relocation issues.

I think the whole political machine

of running for office lacks integrity.

The media sucks money from the campaign machine.

I am voting by not voting because it lacks dignity.

I don’t care if the fist Jew or first Woman may be our new mayor.

I wish one politician would run a campaign with integrity.

promotional and media dust blowing machines

lacks integrity it sucks royally

This is why I am not voting today.

Tralfamadorians

This is our time for “amber moments,” those fleeting instances that capture the essence of joy and nostalgia, where we pause to savor the warmth of the sun as it dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and orange, reminding us to cherish the beauty in our everyday lives, creating lasting memories that we can revisit long after the day has ended.

“Earthlings might learn to do.

If they tried hard enough:

Ignore the awful times

And concentrate on the good ones.”

~ Tralfamadorians: Slaughter-House Five/ Kurt Vonnegut.

This is a Praying Mantis theme song.

But It can hale true!

I listen to a diversity of songs all the time. What I like best about songs are when they talk to me. I talk with them so why not them with me. I use them in my posting as highlighters to accentuate the theme of my postings. If you trip through my musical posting they will tell you a story… oh my I revealed myself again. I think you can do this with most writers.

When songs talk to you it is important. I call it synchronicity listening. At the appropriate time a song comes forth and you know it’s talking to you. Why, you must think about it to find the answer: not take it lightly, it has meaning. One song that did this recently is Love Buzz. It was years ago when I first heard it!

Nirvana brought it back from the dead. A band named Shocking Blue created the original recording of this song. I like both but prefer the original. I like the depth of Mariska Veres vocal style. It sounds like the dark Goddess graphing me by the heart into the underworld. I feel this song is about the power and even imperfection of love and the overwhelming seduction and abuse of it, but It can hale true!

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I posted the song on my Facebook a few days back. Then I went out to the local pub and a friendly DJ played the song as soon as I drank my first pint. Stunned, I felt the hairs on my back go up. I realize that stepping out for the night was a good thing.

We were meant to be where we were at that time and place in history. With so many opportunities available at the time, so much going on with old and new friends it was the place to be. Life in general was being shady.

I realized when the song played that life is a real bitch sometimes, but I am gracefully loved and being taken care of.

I love songs!!! This one of the Praying Mantis theme songs.

It needs a name.

We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

~Tyler Durden

“This is the Beat Generation” which appeared in the New York Times Magazine on November 16, 1952 and attempted to define the very essence of the young people of the movement. He wrote that those of the Beat Generation harbored more than just weariness, but carried raw feelings of being used and endured a nakedness of mind and soul. Jack Kerouac countered in interviews by explaining that “beat” really meant “beatific” or “sacred,” and many interpreted his works as exercises in capturing the holiness of the downtrodden.”

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Listening to the shock over the last few years, in general, of our young men, who kill with weapons of mass destruction? Now I see it is not a gun or assault weapon that we should worry about but any sort of destructive tool. I ask this question, are all of these random acts of violence random? It is beyond religion, race, or country. These young men have intelligence, college and lack accountability. I hold parents, institutions, and all of us accountable too. I see this as a global problem. My insight tells me that we are seeing a manifestation of repressed shadow at play, with roots that are deep in the unconscious of these young men: manifesting in our young men in times of disillusionment and abasement. How else can we understand this hate, malice and disregard for life, joy, and innocence?

I have spent a good deal of my life with rebellious men; ones that I watched in films, those in bands, artists, and writers. Rebellion is healthy in any culture. It asks questions and plays with a culture creatively and freely. Yet, what I see now goes much further and deeper and shows us the real face of a powerful diabolical shadow. It needs a name.

My son is a part of this generation of young men, he grew up with the Matrix, Harry Potter, and Lord of The Rings, not to forget to mention all of the anime cartoons and comic books. Somehow the foresight of these stories, myths and archetypes draws upon the individual young men and their ability to endure and conquer the evils of the world, but some of the characters, on an individual level, join this shadow and do untold harm to others and a culture. We need these stories now and I am glad they are here.

I am listening deeply, and this new generation of young men have an intense unconscious to deal with. Some pop under this pressure.

I am not talking about gangs, or any drug culture supported by addicts that are unaware and adrift in it. I see something deeper and beyond this… like cancer.

So, what can we do? Well, reflecting on what I am saying and considering what I am saying, is a good start. I am sure I am not the only one seeing this either. We need to stop projecting blame on the individual young man but start looking at his shadowy cancer instead. The unconscious shadow of these young men is perverted and out of balance.

This shadow is in all of us, yes, it is part of us all. It is part of who we are as human beings. We need to do something creatively unique and focus our conscience and our attention on this hidden issue. Maybe, read the books of their generation or at least talk to them about these stories. The world that incarnated with them is the world of computers, cell phones and endless games online or elsewhere.

This is not a solution but an insight into this problem at hand… it is time for all of us to listen to our young men. We may not agree with what they have to say, but it is time to acknowledge the big shadow they are carrying on their backs. It is a hidden collective unconscious that acts randomly on the individual.

This is due to a buildup of repressed negativity from many cultures from around the world. It is global. The world is getting faster and faster. Technology is moving faster and faster as well. It is time to slow down again and take the path of quality over quantity. We need to show them the value of life instead of only pushing them towards fame, fortune, or wealth.

Take a breath and just listen….

Scatter the mold, of duality!

Dystopia! is the vision of a society that is the opposite of utopia.

Often from nowhere a quote from a book emerges from the underworld of my mind. It nags me. It bullies me to come forth in some profound way into the life that I am living. It is not my original thought but a thought of some other writer.

The quote has become a part of me. Fermenting for years until a time when the ripening of its identity needs to be expressed. One such quote now comes forth when I think upon what is possible between dystopia and utopia, which is the paradox of all possibilities.

Polarity, polarity, and polarity I am so fucking sick of polarity.

Just see that we have a sun and a moon is enough to affirm this type of thinking. One can look at the United States Government as part of this as well. Two parties meet to have a dialogue of ideas are now creating a world of dystopia in the minds of we the people; we the people a utopian ideal.

Here is the paradox the place of real possibly. We the people need to think outside the box, we need to realize that polarity thinking forces us into a dystopia-utopia reality.

The particular quote that has come to mind is this:

Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.

The quote is from Astrology Beyond Ego by Tim Lyons. I have not looked at the book for quite some time. Understanding astronomy and applying astrology is beyond duality. It is a place of the profound and the magical, where perfection and imperfection function in a new way beyond duality.

You can call it magic, wisdom, spirituality, esoteric, mythology, or good politics. It is beyond heart and mind thinking because it is reasoning that moves through the solar plexus and the small and large intestines, as well as the womb in women.

It is intuition and our gut feelings and is powerfully creative. Here is where acquired knowledge and experience blends into knowing. Where synchronicity blows through us, the world, and the universe and into a book into a mind and out again.

This is where mythologies can be activated into a culture creatively through its archetypes. This is where we the people can come together collectively and effect change in our dystopia like government and our world.

Welcome to earth! Here patterns and rhythms and circular forms are the continuity of nature. Marking seasons of life and death every day between a dystopia-utopia reality, but for some, being wild and acting outrageous, is a way to break the hold, and scatter the mold, of duality and perfectionism.

Jester editorial to the arrogant and decadent…by Flopside Comics

One does not need to agree with this editorial…

One day in my master course at Mount St. Mary’s College in Los Angeles, I was in a Spiritual Direction course. The issue of priests and sexual abuse came up as a subject in class. It was an uncomfortable subject for us. My follow students, and believers in the Catholic Church, were in a strange kind of denial. It is not my faith so I can see outside their control panel.

The course was taught by an old Nun. She seemed very with-it and up to date on matters? She was a Spiritual Directive director on campus. She is a type of meditation, psychology, and spirituality advisory person. The Nun-teacher said that these abuse cases would help the Church and make the Church more authentic. I said loudly and firmly in class,

“But sister, just one child abused is too much!”

“You have the right to your opinion…” is all she said back to me

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My “inner guide” was a flame and I almost got up and slapped her in the face. This happened only a few months before the first announcements and lawsuits towards the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, which was around 2004.

Yes, while in this Masters programs, I poked my head deep into the very foundation, laws, history and strange ways of the Catholic Church. As a Jester of High degree I have to know who my enemy is.

So this Ash Wednesday I will sport a red ash on my brow and where a green glove on my right hand. To cherish life one does not rape children or mock the dead. I will take my glove off and slap the air from the arrogance and decadence of this holy day. From my inner place I will imagine that sister-nun-teacher…. because I will be slapping her face…again and again… and again…

Editorial ahony

Talent… matter, help and avail are my skills baby !!

I looked up the word skill. Just to get a full perspective on what the word means. I found some good quotes suck as, the ability coming from one’s knowledge, practice, and aptitude.

I also found that a craft, trade, or job requiring manual dexterity of special training describes what having a workable skill is all about.

This sums it up except for the void of a skill which is defined as being totally obsolete of understanding, discernment, reason, or cause.

In some desperation I finally found three words that inspired me about the word skill which are matter, help or avail.

Matter…

is not the scientific term but to be of importance:

“Love is most nearly itself / When here and now cease to matter”

– T.S. Eliot

This is a skill I need to have, to know that I do matter here and now and in a work environment. This is where workable and academic skills can shine together.

I don’t feel comfortable about this now, which is why I most defiantly need to work on this skill.

Help…

is an action word, to help someone, something, a cause and to replace the obsolete of understanding, discernment, reason, or cause; with complete understanding, clear discernment and honest reasoning.

These are positive skills that I need to develop most assuredly. I want to apply this in a career, my craft or my need to develop more self-sufficiency.

To Avail…

means to be of use and to have value. I think this is a skill I need to develop as well. To apply this in life one becomes part of the cause and to know that whatever you do has value and meaning.

Lizard the Wizard in our front yard.

In conclusion I guess we all know our own skill levels. We can put a resume’ together and give this to an employer. We can go to school and acquire more knowledge and training to advance our positions.

Yet, the qualities I want to develop for myself and the ones I would look for in an employee are more valuable.

These skills may not show up on a job training score, aptitude test or PhD!

Matter, help and avail are good character skills. Ones I need to develop and ones the world needs to see more of.

“There is no substitute for talent. Industry and all its virtues are of no avail.”

– Aldous Huxley

Time to let off some steam…

I cannot image how people could stockpile guns now. Statistics show that white men over 40 are buying guns. It is crazy! What is wrong with them? I don’t get what the problem is. I feel what Obama has to offer this country to handle this problem is very responsible and sound.

Try not to forget that 20 children were killed because of a problem that our conservative government is not addressing. Shame on the NRA too!! You have to see that people are more important then gun manufactures.

Military weapons should not be in the general population.

fall back on Thomas Paine

It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you don’t really know.” Agree or disagree?

The Praying Mantis Tree. A happy flower of anarchy…

I can only take the above statement ironically. For me it’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people I do know. As in my family, as in where I grew up. I am pointing my figure at my father. It is the kind of finger you use when you are really pissed off too.

Growing up in a patriarchal family, a patriarchal world, meant you could not express yourself unless you wanted to fight. Yelling and screaming was the “pain of independence” * we had to suffer when politics or religion came to the dinner table.

To this day I think I am still yelling, unconsciously, to be heard. I have found that people I don’t know seem to really not care much about talking politics or religion. Yet, I can usually have a good conversation most of the time. A good discussion means listening and talking, sharing and being respective.

As a person who has a BA in Religious Studies, I find this subject very interesting. The reason I did not complete my Master of Arts in Religious Studies is due to the fact that the freedom to learn and express oneself, at Mount Saint Mary’s college in Los Angeles California, became stifling, repressive and downright unfair. I witnessed favoritism towards those individuals who were Catholics.

One Sister, department head, did everything that she could to suppress my creative voice. Yes, she was a lot like my father.

I left the program. My focus is interfaith. I love talking to people about their faith, their culture as well as their individual unique perspective on religion. I like listening to atheists and secularists as well. I do find conservative religions such as the Evangelical tradition, and conservative politics as the Tea Party people: as very difficult people to talk to.

These people are like my father. They close their eyes and ears and seem to lack the ability to discuss anything that makes sense to me. So I fall back on Thomas Paine.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. ~ Thomas Paine

In conclusion I cannot agree or disagree with the above quote. I do listen to people I do not know very well. I listen to their perspectives on religion and politics, I try to discuss religion and politics with people who I know, but I prefer discussing politics and religion with people I do not know.

* this quote is from Susan Cain’s book Quiet http://www.bookbuddie.com/quiet.html

Dear Leader

“The world is my country, all humankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.“

– Thomas Paine

Over the last few months, I have noticed a great deal of fraudulent activities going on. We have many local governments run by gangsters. These leading individual fools are making bad choices. Our local leaders are “wheeling and dealing” money and stealing from “the People.” This is inspired by big corporations as well.

They come into a community and influence little city councils with the “big bucks.” I wonder where the honor is with our local leaders. I wonder if most individuals drawn to public office these days are badly “power-warped” from the get go.

We live in a global community more than ever before in our history as human beings. The above quote by Thomas Paine identifies the real ambition of a true public servant for “the People.” Government should be as a fine membrane; set up to maintain and service “the People.” The above quote by Paine reveals the ideals of honorable leadership of a world, a country, or any spit in the wind local city government.

“To do good is my religion” is what we must hold all leaders accountable to. First our leaders must have a heart, a conscience. Second our local leaders need to understand that they are interconnected to other local governments.

They are the microcosm of the macrocosm. As this applies locally, it also applies to our states and our country.

As a leader one takes on responsibility for those she or he serves. Public office must be an honor of service. This must be the same locally and to the world. Everything is interconnected. We need extraordinary ambassadors that make a vow to serve “the People” a continent, governments, and countries. We do not want leaders who serve only their personal and private interests anymore!!!.

I call to the Thomas Paine’s of the world, countries, and governments to be leaders of “goodness.” Their greatest and highest inspiration must now be, “All mankind [humanity] are my brethren.”

Cheers ~ a toast to our future Leaders, our great new extraordinary Ambassadors!!

They purify the earth for My Lady

They celebrate her in song

They fill the table of the land with the first fruits

They pour dark beer for her

They pour light beer for her

Dark beer or amber beer

Beer for My Lady

~Inanna, Queen of Heaven, and Earth.

For Goddess sake Throw It

The contraies of life …

They may be stupid rock, moron rock or even mimic wannabe-punk fucking dumbass rock, but not good old’ punk rock!

Yesterday my husband and I went to Sports Chalet. We were looking for birthday and Christmas presents for our kids; stuff like shirts, pants and boxing equipment was on our list. Our youngest needed a rolling backpack. The books he carries are killer heavy. With all the fucking back problems I have now, making it easy for him makes me a good mom with foresight. Goddess knows I have too much foresight and often I keep it to myself. Occasionally it is good to help others with this gift but too often they don’t want to hear it, as in the other day.

While we were looking through the rolling backpacks, we noticed one that had a warning sign on it.

“The material used in this particular backpack are known to cause cancer.”

Though this particular roller backpack was cool, we put it aside and found another. As we were checking out from Sports Chalet, which was a relief for me cause the music on the PA and my thoroughly shopping husband were both about to push me over the edge, I noticed a man and his son buying the warning cancer roller backpack,

“Well should I tell them, do you think they looked at the tag?”

“Don’t waste your time.”

I felt that foresight thing come up into my heart. I just had to say something to this man.

“Sir did you know that product has a warning tag on it?”

He looked at me as though if he had a gun he would have killed me.

“I am quite aware of this, and I think we will be OK, we have a bigger chance of getting cancer from the air we breathe.”

“But the material is what causes cancer?”

“We have a better chance of dying at the next Holocaust then dying from this product!”

“Let’s hope so!”

He seemed very agitated that I even spoke to him, but his child listened, and I feel I might have gotten through to him.

“What a jerk, you were right John! Why did I waste my time.”

I was feeling hurt and angry. My husband’s foresight is better than mine in some cases.

This experience was as painful as the other night at our local pub. It was punk rock night. We strolled in to get a couple of brews, listened to music, and saw some friends. I sat through three bands. I turned my back on them; I threw coasters at them. When they asked for a beer I said,

“I’ll pee in a cup for you!”

He heard me because he responded with,

“Well at least that is recycled beer.”

This was the only thing all three bands said that night that was worth life itself for them. Yes, I hated their music and for what they stood. I love punk but when you have youngsters saying, “Darby Crash” and “Minor Threat” in a few minutes and then hear,

“All women are bitches, whores, cows…”

“You realize that they are not punk rock. This is not even funny,

“It is sick!” I affirmed loudly to the air!

They may be stupid rock, moron rock or even mimic wannabe-punk fucking dumbass rock, but not good old’ punk rock. All three bands came together and the crowd in the pub were their lost friends in space only. This time I was not nice.

I threw my delicious Newcastle bottle at them and hit one of the band’s drums. No one was hurt it was a throw if you are a stupid asshole throw. To wake up the nowhere marbles it their heads.

Then I stood up and gave the finger. I looked over at our friendly toxicologists and he was putting two hands up in the air. Out of respect for him we left.

In conclusion, being nice can turn out to be the wrong thing to do, especially when what you do… doesn’t mean a thing.

Throwing a bottle may be the wrong thing to do but if it means everything… for Goddess’s sake throw it…!!!!!!! For me it was the right thing to do.

My own mind is my own church

“The more unnatural any thing is, the more is it capable of becoming the object of dismal admiration… But if objects for gratitude and admiration are our desire, do they not present themselves every hour to our eyes?

Do we not see a fair creation prepared to receive us the instant we were born-a world furnished to our hands that cost us nothing? Is it we that light up the sun; that pour down the rain; and fill the earth with abundance?

Whether we sleep or wake, the vast machinery of the universe still goes on. Are this thing, and the blessings they indicate in future, nothing to us?

Can our gross feelings be excited by no other subjects than tragedy and suicide? Or is the gloomy pride of man become so intolerable, that nothing can flatter it but a sacrifice of the Creator?”

Mom’s Rose Watercolor by Hudley Flipside

The above quote is written by Thomas Paine taken from his pamphlet The Age Of Reason. It is in reference to his ideas of Christianity as a mythology. In this time of “prepping” for the end of the world, I find myself comforted by the words of Thomas Paine.

What a brilliant and honest mind. His unique innocence is clothed as an adult with a knowing that prevails in his writing, as he writes,

“My own mind is my own church.”

If anything is to come in the days ahead , I hope like Paine, that we as human beings will let go of our religious mythologies.

If not forever, maybe for a while. See the real world around us as the continuity of nature. That feelings of love and acts of integrity and honesty are the best that we have to share with each other. To be grateful for a drink of water or a smile from a friend or child.

We are our own church and we hold our own truths; it can be a beautiful childlike innocence-a purity of our childhood that is ever-growing with us into our adulthood as something honorable. We are our visions and our inspirations.

The spirit of the common man [human being]…is anything but stupid !!!

Thomas Paine

Nature has a conscience, An indirect editorial about rape via Nature Politics.

“My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pain / My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.” ~ ~ John Keats

The trusting woods?

The unsuspecting trees

Brought out their burrs and mosses

His fantasy to please.

He scanned their trinkets, curious,

He grasped, he bore away.

What will the solemn hemlock,

What will the fir-tree say?

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Can a fir-tree say anything to humanity? What is Dickinson projecting onto the hemlock and fir-tree?

“The trusting woods” is a statement of observation which is the perfect blending of the subjective and the objective. For a fir-tree to get big and strong means years of growth, trusting that the sun, rain and moisture from the earth will be dependable. The woods have all the natural processes for life and photosynthesis to occur, the seasons and the arch of the heavens brightly shown as confidence in an abundant life. How dependable nature is. Does humanity think often about the great relationship it has with the “trusting woods” for oxygen? Our world economy is rooted deep in the “unsuspecting trees.”

“His …He…He…He” enters the poem objectively. Actions that bring great conflict to the passivity of nature as “His fancy, He scanned, He grasped.” This is the rape of nature. The sixth line of the poem states that,” He scanned their trinkets, curious,” is an objective statement showing the desire of “He” for the trinkets. This word speaks of those things in nature that are precious; trinkets are the jewels of nature. Nature then becomes an object to be “grasped” taken and used for the “fancy” of “He.” He is the “Who” that has robbed the woods.

Dickinson uses the “solemn hemlock” in her poem as the one witness to the rape of nature. An action “He” does against the “woods.” A beautiful poisonous plant is alerted to this action against the woods. The hemlock has a conscience. The hemlock knows it is wrong, and the inward reaction is the feeling of being solemn. “He” is poisonous to nature. This is a contrary idea. It is commonly known that the hemlock plant is poisonous yet, in Emily Dickinson’s poem, the “hemlock” is the face of truth.

Nature has a conscience in this poem, and “He” does not.

Oldest conceptual image in human history…

Politics dividing people

This shows the real aim of it’s riffle

where is the continuity

where is the humanity?

Look to the night sky and see it

continuity and unity

listen to the cosmos

without music or words

but with the heart

Seek the truth

It is part of everything!

~A Poem by Hudley Flipside

Fallen Heroes for the Masses

No heroes or heroines that is my motto for life.

I like to be inspired by other human beings.

The whole myth of heroes is based on demigods.

The immortals, but sadly enough our modern heroes are anything but immortals

or something to be a cult follower of.

Lance Armstrong, Clint Eastwood and Alfred Hitchcock.

are falling down, falling down.

We human beings are a strange brew.

As the ‘ole song says…

I rather listen to the blackbirds…Conk-a-reeeee, Conk-a-reeeee…

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake

I only have a copy of this book from the library. It is one of the most valuable things in my heart.

I like this man because he attacks perfection. He attacks technology and he attacks big egos.

I think everyone should read this book. Blake is a humorist; he is very esoteric and clever.

He knows human nature best because he shows he has been burned emotionally by friends.

Betrayal is the great realism or knowledge of the heart.

Blake includes nature and art. What a remarkable creation. Why are all the interesting people dead… well maybe not so? I feel like he is around when reading his work.

Get it and make some wrinkles in your clothes. Go out and misspell something. Be imperfect in grammar and voice.

But never-never be insincere, greedy, or inhuman.

Read. Intelligence of the heart is the game he plays… and you got to have one to play Blake’s game of intelligence…brain, heart and honesty and William Blake.

I find so much decadence, arrogance and lying in the world today…How comforting it is to have Blake in the world to read.

2022 I now have my own copy .

Angry Angry woman

Angry Woman Flopside Comics...Hudley Fipside

While driving my long drive home home I noticed a sign outlined in bold red,

“Reiki treatment for shyness.”

I hate this. Sometimes Wellness clinics go too far. I don’t see anything unhealthy with being shy. As though it is an illness to be healed. This in-your-face culture is what we have become and it gets me down. To many reality shows galore to bore bore us. Why should we all be confident, outspoken and extroverted? This sounds like death death to me and it gives me a headache too.

Today at Trader Joe’s I went to get some free yummy coffee coffee. I noticed the pot was bubbling and empty. I said to the mature lady behind the counter,

“Hey, The coffee cow is empty.”

Saying this directly and softly to her as she avoided my face.

She must have heard me because she quickly replaced it with a new full pot of hot hot coffee. Talking the whole time with a group of mature women. I was not included in the conversation. I felt it. I became a shadow shadow that bothered them for a short time. Was it because I was too young, or was it my tattoos, or maybe the pimple on my chin?

No that was not it. It is because these ladies had the talk down. That talk talk that is so peer peer la de da older women talk. They talk low and from their deep voice. Vacuum intense where the whole world is just focused in on them them. In this maze of healthy shopping charts. I am not part of their hub hub.

Professors and older christian missionaries with PhD’s are like this too. I’ve been around them too much at the university university. They give their their lectures of the century. Their heads are so big big and what they are doing is so grand grand … they forget to take a break to breath and say,

“I am not God yet but I am gonna be.”

Man this makes me sick sick with fervor when I get around these types of women.

Being shy, lack of confidence and being an introvert is a normal part of life and I like it. I am so tired of hearing that it is strange, weird and stupid.

“Your son, he is so quiet?”

The nice lady teacher says to me, while the rest of the kids all bazooka out. Hey, you should be happy happy that a child is paying attention and is sensitive to their environment Mrs Teacher Teacher.

Being Shy and introverted is cool. It means one is respective. Being respective means being engaged with the world around you. The activity of the brain, heart and mind is an amazing quality to have… one is in tune like a tuning fork!

This is why we all love love beer, poetry, beautiful art, Carl Jung, surfers, punks, beatniks, Ross from GBH and James Dean. I include my two sons and myself in this gander of shyness.

We tend to stand obscurely behind the lines making faces at the loud important people who are so full of themselves they forget to squeeze out a fart fart.

So full of themselves that they can not even realize that there are others more intelligent than they are, and unlike them, have instead chosen not to brag about it.

Braggadocio braggadocio take a look at yourselfcio and get over yourself!

My animus animus !!

Debating Anarchy and Chaos

Greek word for the undifferentiated mixture of raw elements supposed to occupy the Word-Goddess’s womb before creation and after destruction of each recurrent universe. It meant Goddess herself in her state of “eternal flux,” when the fluid of her womb was not yet clotted into the formative state of solid world. Chaos is expressed in the Bible as the condition of the earth before creation, “without form” and “void.” (Genesis 1:2).

Pg 160 The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets by Barbara G. Walker

Anarchy

and

Chaos…

Debating with my family in the living room on this topic of anarchy and chaos left me sparked for writing. Since my early punk days I found that both words, anarchy and chaos, were used a lot. As a naïve youngster I had fun with the meaning of these words into action. Now I see the words used just as naïvely still.

As though the words and their meaning are crystallized. Now I am embarrassed into saying that people who use the words don’t always know what they are talking about.

The “A” for anarchy symbol is more a fashion statement than a knowing one.

I found that one element that the two words have in common is the word organization. Anarchy being the opposing of authority or hierarchical organization. Chaos being the lack of organization or order. Where the two words are contrary or opposed is interesting.

To understand that the key to anarchy is knowing that it is a political philosophy is the key to knowing that it is all about human relations. Chaos is not. This is the opposition between anarchy and chaos.

Chaos is a process of the void, confusion and disorder. Anarchy is based on the social and interpersonal relations between human beings. It is a conversational place.