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A share or portion

Today I will snack on black beans. Cooked up with fresh Anaheim green peppers and onions. Also some fresh cabbage with olive oil , honey and hot sauce.  Alongside side this are small sweet potatoes baked with honey, salt & pepper and Mrs. Dash’s lemon hot  spice.

Reflecting this summer in my cave I am researching and thinking about everything. I have my products for sale and I have many articles, music and many offers for free. It is a good time in my life.

One of the lovely muses to inspire us all… we may snack on for inspiration, image by Hudley

I also snack on learning things. I focus on politicians, artists and astrology.  I snack on Facebook and  WordPress. I go outside and I snack on the beauty of nature. A share, or portion, of my life I can see what my boys are up to or what the cats are doing. I snack on humor!!

I snack on foresight and inspirations of what my fruitful future might be. I also snack on good films and the news. I snack on my career and homemaking skills.

I will avoid unhealthy snacks today of all kinds. Yet, sometimes they are too damn fun to ignore.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/snack/

monarch butterfly…

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Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally!
Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year!  I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet.
I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!

I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !

Thousands of Monarchs in Pacific Grove, CA

http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/astrologer/1/psychotherapist-master-nlp-coach.html

http://www.cityofpacificgrove.org/

 

POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?

Odes, Tigris And Euphrates

(I found the poem below, a poem of peace and beauty…for the wars that rage there now…. I feel this poem is good to read aloud. Oh peace be there…. terrible war machines… lovey land…  )

Each thought you sound through your soft verse
I replay them to my ear
and each next line is to the first
a melody sweet to hear
as the seamless words flow with grace
they are whispered on my tongue,
you teach them all to mind their place
then commingle when their sung.
A simple truth needs complex care
colored waves complete in white
then what this simple truth I share
has no product, has no right,
on what rare tree does your fruit grow
as it stands between the two,
where Tigris and Euphrates flow
what I write, I write to you.

Envisioning your length, your reach
as you channel to the last
tributaries you seal and breach;
yet, forever in your grasp,
upon the apron of your lakes
can I but embrace them all
then nothing more my heart forsakes
as your fruit begins to fall.
Between the rhythms of your waves
life implants her tender seed
through sunlight’s procreating rays
each flowering plant will feed,
upon their leaves they drink the dew
which escapes the breath of night
within their hearts the nectar pools
and transforms the banished light.

What ancient land divides the two?
What history of her art?
Mesopotamia, to you
wedged between where rivers start
and flow their course, their race to sea
then empty with a searing toll
pins the basin with their mighty
surge and fills your Persian soul.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odes-tigris-and-euphrates/

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 8: 13 Man Working Group

13 Man Working Group

The Affordable Care Act

In closed doors 13 senators decide. No disclosures no transparency. No women or african americans…. very white men only and republicans only. Very very conservative white men only. Exclusive group that speak for we the people. The 13 Senators are. Mitch McConnell, Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, John Cornyn, John Thune, John Barrasso, Chairman Mr. Hutch. Lamar Alexander, Michael B. Enzi, Tom Cotton, Cory Gardner, Rob Portman and Patrick J. Toomey.

Flopside Comics suck and so do these Senators….

but then we have Buffalo Springfield…. not all white men are as sick and despicable  as these fucking stupid senator conservative fucks…

https://hudleyflipside.com/my-shop-get-my-weird-stuff-here/

 

Astraea: “Iam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia Regna”

A layperson’s study of William Blake and other reflections….

The darkness of our world
Is not knowing and understanding;
Light can only come, when we
Make it our business to find it.
Socrates ca. 470-399 B.C.

Astraea’s hoped-for return was referred to in a phrase from Virgil’s Eclogue IV: “Iam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia Regna” (Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign).[4] http://imgarcade.com/the-star-goddess-tarot.html

The above image is the star goddess. She is part of the earth and the sky. She is similar to many images of justice, Aquarius and the golden stars of the night sky. I find she is an archaic image that echoes of a Golden Age. If you do much reading of myths or ancient stories you’ll find the Golden Age mentioned there. Astraea is the bright star that reveals our insight into the Golden Age. She is needed in helping to  restore our “universal humanity.” Of brighter days ahead in the dark times we face.

As Virgil says “Astraea returns, returns old Saturn’s reign” maybe she does. Like a spiral the same and something different. The continuity of the stars and planets in the cosmos reflect in our watery psyche. If we become aware of this, possible, hopefully and surely, the two circles of psyche and cosmos meet within us. We will find the bright star there.

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That is why I love William Blake because he defines “universal humanity.”

“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.

“To heal Albion and reunite the “Eternal Great Human Divine.”

“A vision of the Last Judgement (pg. 434) “It is an endeavor to restore what the ancients call the Golden Age.” Albion Rose!! 

 

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 7

Polarized situation that is confusing on both sides… yet there is something going on behind closed doors. The Swamp Hotel, Trump D.C. outpost… is not telling us what is happening. No schedules and secret green doors. “I can’t recall” and propaganda on both sides. Again this is how we the people are being polarized.

 

triumphant

“…But we should realize that both the alcoholic and the bodhisattva are yearning for (and with the bodhisattva actually working for) a situation in which individual egos are not separate…” The Outer Planets and Collective Projection Pg 79 Tim Lyons

The triumph of working with Neptune is waking up to the quote above with a triumphant calling to move forward.

It scares me to read the above quote. I like my independence and introverted ways. To know that all egos are not separate is good as long as we are not to packed together.

Maybe working together for a common cause is better! A call of integrity is a call of the human spirit to right wrongs. These are more my way of seeing it.

There is hope if people will begin to awaken that spiritual part of themselves, that heartfelt knowledge that we are caretakers of this planet.

 ~ Brooke Medicine Eagle

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/triumph/

Promotional Post for the last My Punk@lullaby, Journal Four

Journal number Four Out Soon!

The Tape Recorder Issue. I dedicate this journal to the one and only tape recorder we used at Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. 1979 – 1989.

On the cover is one of my favorite pics of the early punk scene with Subhumans (Canadian Band) and Samoans. Greg Turner, Metal Mike, Wimpy, Hud, Gary and Jim. I am holding Flipside’s tape recorder. Picture by Al Flipside.

 

The Daily “FUCK” Gazette Vol. One , Number 6

“I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.”
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Capitalism and communism are not bad forms of governing but can become so! If these forms of government don’t hold the human being as self-evident and hold all of us as having a high valid place as in the core of the apple, then that sucks! The individual human spirit does govern us! Yet both forms of government can turn and bend and oppress the individual out of greed and power whipped into shape by a governing party or president holding a shadowy light! When this happens, it is a type of death to the human spirit, because it does not apply governing and service to all the people. Yes, not just the rich and/ or influential.

Today as we at Flopside comics witnessed the Senate Intelligence Committee interview NSA director Mike Rodgers and director of National Intelligence Dan Coats, we heard them stonewall the American people.

A darkness is upon us. A time when the worst of communism and capitalism flank togther and show its seething fangs. The breath of fascism is so close that we can smell the foul air.

So, we at Flopside Comics are anticipating that the good knight, Sir James Comey, will attend to the human spirit tomorrow. Anyway, this is where we put our hope.

Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs….

I am natty morally these days. I feel the need to draw a line. In a time where chaos and lack of morals seem to slip into my world, I find myself standing taller and shining a little brighter.

I am not telling others what to do. I am letting others know where I draw the line. Like marriage and responsibilities. Maybe it is the full moon. It may not be ok by some that I express my opinions. I will lose friends and acquaintances but I can hang onto myself.

You Are Old, Father William” is a poem by Lewis Carroll that appears in his book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865).

“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”

“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?”

“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling a box—
Allow me to sell you a couple?”

“You are old,” said the youth, “And your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”

“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”

“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!”

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