Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire

January 29, 2025 “Sabrina Cowgirl Extraordinaire,” is published.

The seasons were four and very dependable. Each had a call from a bird or native animal that roamed the land. Cowboys carried their gear selfishly and often were more interested in moving on than causing any trouble. No one noticed the small, framed cowgirl that often bossed the guys around.

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Originally posted on Amazon’s Kindle Vella, this story is now shared here to preserve its essence and to invite readers into a world where the past intertwines with the present. Nature remembers our history and ancestors, whispering their tales through the rustling leaves and flowing rivers, and sometimes, we are gifted with stories that deserve to be remembered and treasured for generations.

In the summer of 2021, a story took shape as I gazed over the late summer pool, the sunlight glinting off its surface, and was inspired by visions of three characters: Sabrina, an adventurous spirit with a heart full of wild love; Colin, a rugged soul bound to the land, wrestling with his past; and Hawk, a storyteller who weaves their lives together with his words.

This tale, born from the wind, captures life beyond the present—a romance amidst changing customs in the deep-rooted wild west, a place where love, loyalty, and the relentless passage of time challenge the very essence of who we are.

The captivating realm of Novella storytelling, rich with emotion and steeped in myth, beckons us to explore its depths and uncover its profound beauty.

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

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Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Book Review

Cut and Paste The American Hardcore

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“Putting that ‘zine out into the world plugged us into the underground network of Hardcore: a happening that saved me as a teenager. The thrill of exchanging creations with other similarly-minded kids from around the world was something that the average kid in high school could never comprehend.”

~ Tony Rettman

Cut and Paste The American Hardcore Fanzine

Tony Rettman

Patrick Kitzel

First Edition 2024

2000 copies

Printed by Signature Book Printing, Maryland USA

Unterwelt Books is a division of Tribal Publishing

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This punk hardcore-hardcover book stands for one of the first examples of handheld devices, besides cats. A history of American punk rock fanzines.

As I say there were a lot of players in the punk scene and some I knew well. Others I knew only in passing or by way of Flipside Fanzine’s uptown Whittier POBox.

It was an interval of time when a counterculture of punks communicated. The symbiotic relationship of bands, fans, record labels and beyond.

Some fanzines lasted a weekend, others a month or two and others endured the punk scene for years.

I am glad Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine and myself are included in this hardcover book smelling of vinyl records, ink, and a dark room waiting to develop some images taken at a show the night before. Those nasty addictions of mine come into play.

This book is an experience. I was placed back in that office in Whittier Los Angeles surrounded by punk hubs that circulated around me from town-to-town, state-to-state and country-to-country. A punk scene of memories and believing in something greater than yourself.

Sharing a scene, documenting a picture or contribution of a point of view in a letter. The best included are the lyrics to a song.

Punk Friendships… I cried like a baby for a fleeting time and just want to say thanks.

Living at that time we were a scene veiled away, hidden from the mainstream of our existing modern cultures, so we made our own living scene. Our own culture.

No checks, credit cards only cash came to us by trusting punker souls. I only messed up on subscriptions once in a while most likely due to a terrible hang-over.

“Send well-concealed cash.”

~ Patrick Kitzel

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Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Mikey Puss….

The redundant statement of looking for something and finding something else. Years ago, in 1987 I did do a fanzine convention. Well, it was more like garage sale and only a few people showed up. I guess having foresight and enthusiasm as a fanzine publisher was a bit ahead of my time. Yet we did receive a lot of creative endeavors of the left-handed and right-handed kinds.

As you see it got to be a by mail revolution of people to communicate with each other. It was warping around me and through me until at the end of 1989, I did have a few of my eight octopus appendages fall off… burn out.

Yet again here is a bit of that history… I did work my tail end off … yet here I am typing about them again.

“Like the bearded asshole said.”

I am a midget now at 5’ 3” … but hey I was alone doing this stuff… where were you?

Let’s respect it for what it was. It was a counterculture revolution… it lived a good life. It is fun to bend backwards and remember. My punk rock curse.

Creating a way to organize all of the publications we received and reviewed.

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

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

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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A treat

Environmental etiquette t-shirts for your wearing pleasure.

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.

For example, if you move into a neighborhood, you are happy with your new home. Take a look around and see how the homes around you are like. Is it a caring frequency you feel? Practice environmental etiquette and I guarantee you that you will make all sorts of friends.

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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.

Little item that makes the world go round

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Jack Kerouac wrote, “Our shabby suitcases were piled up on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. Nevertheless, no matter what happened, the road was life.”

Like Holy Mackerel King Fish

Buz Murdock : You can still smell it.

Tod Stiles : mm huh

Buz Murdock : No, I mean the hate. That girl, she hates so hard it came right through the mask. Do you know what I mean?

Tod Stiles : No, I’m not sure that I do.

Buz Murdock : I guess you gotta be around it the way I used to be. It’s like malaria. One sniff of it, and it comes right back. You can forget anything except hate.

Tod Stiles : What about the little item that makes the world go round?

Buz Murdock : Love? Love’s a… a skinny kid that can catch cold and die from just standing outside a locked door, begging to come in. But hate, now that’s a tiger in the hole. Hot or cold, busts in, chomps out a piece, never grows back.

1968-1975

Martin Milner, Edd Byrnes and Micky Dolenz

Adam-12 Dirt Duel 9/13/72

Adam-12 is an American police procedural crime drama television series created by Robert A. Cinader and Jack Webb and produced by Mark VII Limited and Universal Television

1966 to 1968.

Micky Dolenz, The Monkees Sitcom.

After the first year, Dolenz’s friend Harry Nilsson contributed his song “Daybreak”, also arranging and producing the recording, which included Keith Allison on guitar, former Monkees producer Chip Douglas on bass, and steel-guitarist Orville “Red” Rhodes.

1960 -1964

Martin Milner

Route 66 is an American adventure crime drama television series that premiered on CBS on October 7, for a total of 116 episodes. Route 66 is an American adventure crime dramatelevision series that premiered on CBS on October 7, 1960, and ran until March 20, 1964, for a total of 116 episodes. The series was created by Herbert B. Leonard and Stirling Silliphant, who were also responsible for the ABC drama Naked City, from which Route 66 was an indirect spin-off.

1958 to 1964:

Edd Byrnes

77 Sunset Strip is an American television private detective drama series created by Roy Huggins and starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr., Roger Smith, Richard Long (from 1960 to 1961) and Edd Byrnes (billed as Edward Byrnes). Each episode was one hour long when aired with commercials. The show ran from. The character of detective Stuart Bailey was first used by writer Huggins in his 1946 novel The Double Take, later adapted into the 1948 film I Love Trouble.

I was watching an old Adam-12 when a rebellious youth character popped up. Edd Byrnes was the head of a motorcycle gang who was challenged by a police officer Martin Milner who also once played a rebellious dude seeking the wild side of Route 66. But what really got my attention while I ate my lunch at my crazy coffee cave was the third biker dude Micky Dolenz.

77 Sunset Strip meets Route 66 and then hangs with The Monkees and Adam-12 a police officer.

Characters who are created by a writer for a script in a TV show. It is wild how much an actor can portray rebellion. It is entertainment but makes me happy and sad at the same time.

Writers like Herbert B. Leonard and Stirling Silliphant, Robert A. Cinader and Jack Webb and Roy Huggins influenced a generation of images on our TV screen from their imaginations as middle-aged men.

I am not saying it is not relevant story telling. I have watched these shows throughout my lifetime. Just something that heightened my attention today.

Joanna Spock Dean Some good Punk Rock Mythology.

This is what Punk Rock Mythology is all about and what is the best place than a local pub where we raise a toast, tell stories, and share memories.

Memorial For Joanna Spock Dean

This is what Punk Rock Mythology is all about and what is the best place than a local pub where we raise a toast, tell stories, and share memories.

I also include a song by Backstage Pass in Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine the Narrative Documentary / Film. Epeisodion Two.

Genevieve Schorr and Joanna Spock Dean so gracefully shared their song.

Interview is from Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine Issue greatest hits Vol.1. Original issue Flipside Fanzine # 5.

Women and Punk Rock Day. Bitchin’!

Featuring BACKSTAGE PASS

LOS ANGELES FLIPSIDE FANZINE THE NARRATIVE DOCUMENTARY / FILM. EPEISODION TWO. 2022.

Memorial For Joanna Spock Dean

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Come in under

Connecting to the soul energy in my handful of dust.

Burial of the Dead

T.S. Eliot

“There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock.)

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust. (9)”

“Fearing the shadow that strides behind us before the noon of life is as natural as fearing the shadow rising to meet us in the evening.

What is different in the fear that Eliot is describing is the pervading sense of loss in so many people in our twentieth-century wasteland- loss so deep that the vital spark goes out, leaving a hollow shell. Patriarchy is crumbling.

The values that were taken for granted for centuries are being questioned as we watch our raped planet wither under the pressure of acid rain, toxic waste, overpopulation.

We can choose to tyrannize our inner victims and deny our fear, as millions of addicts are doing, or we can try to connect to the soul energy in our handful of dust.

Oppressed peoples around the globe are hearing their inner victims and fighting for their freedom in whatever way they can.”

Pg. 121 Lover can you Spare a Dime? The Ravaged Bridegroom, Masculinity in Women. Marion Woodman

#marionwoodman

I like to find fabrics with lovely colors and designs. I place them around my home. Sometimes the cats sleep on the material of red or golden.

Sometimes I hang the fabric material on my windows, as this textured sunflower pattern, to see the numinous wonder of light and shadow patterns playing on the opposite side of the wall.

Yeah, that’s our philosophy

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

“The philosophers teach everything except the Hermetic vessel, because that is divine and is hidden from the Gentiles by the lords of wisdom: and they who know it not, know not the true method, because of their ignorance of the vessel Hermes.

~ Pg. 240. AION C.G. Jung

“Summertime Blues” is a song co-written and recorded by American rock artist Eddie Cochran. It was written by Cochran and his manager Jerry Capehart. Originally a single B-side, it was released in August 1958.

“See You in September” is a song written by Sid Wayne and Sherman Edwards. It was first recorded by the Pittsburgh vocal group the Tempos. This first version peaked at No. 23 in the USA in the summer of 1959.

“In the Summertime” is the debut single by British rock band Mungo Jerry, released in 1970.

I must admit summertime used to be so cool. Total freedom as kids for so many summers. Barefoot and hanging with friends or going on vacation to Mammoth Mountains.

Then as I got older cruising up and down Van Nuys Blvd., any one of these three songs did come on the car radio. Going to the local mall was exciting because we rode our bikes there. The seventies with bikini tops and sunburns.

Then the years of getting a job and working… then finding the Punk scene … years of having children of my own and watching their cycle of summertime.

Now it is the heat, the fires and smoky air. I don’t enjoy summertime like I once did.

Yet the songs still bring back the good memories.

1958 sixty six years ago. Liberty Records INC. Hollywood Calif. U.S.A.

The Case of the Small Mushroom T-Shirt, Happy 4th of July 2026… until women get the right to choose there is not equality… I will not celebrate this day.

Stormy Daniels T-Shirt

She referred to “Tiny” a long-running nickname she has used for Trump since a 2024 comedy event in New Orleans titled Stormy Daniels’ One Night Stand, titled Stormy Daniels’ One Night Stand. During the show, she repeatedly referred to him as “Tiny” and joked that he had been repeatedly caught dozing off during his hush money trial, according to OK! Magazine.

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Tee Public Designs by Hudley Flipside / Flopside cOmics / The Seminary of Praying Mantis Publishing.

Today Mr. Fuck took a swim in the pool because it is so fucking hot.

So, I offered him a free shot of whiskey. As it is now a time to drift, he shared with me his thoughts about what he feels about the Biden Trump debate. He was so insulted that he is no longer running for president but will stand behind Biden, in a very friendly way.

Trusting Joe’s advice on these times. Yet this is what he wants to do after he saw a recent interview with Stormy Daniels. He said,

“We all grow up and move on in life. Having children changes us.”

He has watched how being a mom can bring out the best of a woman.

He feels that strong women should be admired and pulled up not down.

So, after he witnessed this quote from Stormy, he laughed aloud…

As she said in the interview,

“If Donald had a big mushroom, he would have shown it to us by now.”

And then Mr. Fuck went on….

“The fact is he has a cult. It is called the Case of the Small Mushroom Men and the Women who believe him.

Yet it is not just his small ‘mush but his lies and ability to manipulate people of power. He does not care about this country at all or you or me. He is corrupted to the core of his dark hole.”

Mr. Fuck the Back Door Man.

I hope you realize we are all Stormy Daniels… any of us who stand up to Trump are Stormy Daniels. We will be ridiculed, abused, death threats will be made, and we will be attacked by the Small Mushroom Men and the Women Who with follow him.

Deep down, Donald Trump may feel an intense embarrassment regarding his personal shortcomings, which he attempts to cover up with extravagant rhetoric and actions. This tendency leads to a manifestation of what many perceive as irrational behavior, pushing insanity onto the world in a manner that many believe should not be tolerated, even for a moment.

His actions, driven by a blend of revenge and anger, can be likened to “shark attacks on dry land,” a metaphor highlighting the wild unpredictability and danger he presents in today’s political landscape.

It’s crucial to recognize the broader implications of such behavior, not just on a personal level but also on societal interactions, political discourse, and global relationships. The climate of fear and confusion that may arise from such actions needs to come to a halt, for the well-being and stability of society.

In this context, we want to share this Flipside Art, which represents a powerful statement of solidarity with Stormy Daniels, a woman who deserves unwavering support. Supporting her is not only about recognizing her individual struggles but also about affirming the rights of all women to have autonomy over their bodies. It is essential to advocate for these rights actively, ensuring they are respected and upheld in the face of opposition.

Every woman has the right to stand up for herself, to have her voice heard, and to live free from judgment regarding her choices. In uniting as a community to support such causes, we can foster a more equitable society for everyone.

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

A reflection on a song

A reflection on a song, but more of a motif of how I feel about many songs that once inspired me to something beyond myself, a punk scene.

Gotta Gettaway

Song by Stiff Little Fingers

Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway

You know there ain’t no street like home

To make you feel so all alone

Plenty of folk to tell you what to do

But they don’t speak the same language as you

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They wanna have me here

Have me and hold me near

Hold me down fasten and tie

But the cars are all flashing me

Bright lights are passing me

I feel life passing me by

The fuss is buzzing in my head

My father argued and my mother begged

It’s not their words ain’t tugging at me

But gotta stretch them break them get myself free

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Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway

I’m leaving home

Funny Stiff Little Fingers played in Los Angeles. In the past I would have done about anything to be there. As a long-time fan who loves their songs.

Yet today out in my lovely garden filled with beautiful tubular purple blossoms, Dionysian Hollyhocks, Excited Jasmine and more, I realized the lyrics don’t appeal to my nature anymore.

I no longer need to “get myself Free.”

“But the cars are all flashing me

Bright lights are passing me

I feel life passing me by,” are not my concern anymore.

“You know there ain’t no street like home

To make you feel so all alone.”

This is in direct opposition to how I feel now.

Because now ‘my street and my home’ is the place where I do not feel alone.

Because being alone or by myself is where I find myself… happy.

I reflect, create, and have made a home that is loving and where I am loved.

This rebellious song of my youth does not hold up for me now.

So, I still love the bands, my youthful rebellion but I am not the young punk anymore. Oh, ya that little punk chick comes out to claim her identity now and then. What a bitch.

Yet a lot of what I hated then I have learned to love now.

Because my home speaks the same language as I do!

I guess I have struggled with this for some time. This time of the year when all the festivals crescendo all over the place… sure once in awhile I will go out… but I now I feel so alone there. The punk scene is not a place to find friends, myself, or wholeness anymore.

For me there is no place like my home.

I love my home.

It is my bliss.

Absurdity is the new sublime

Trump is a scab!

“Absurdity is the new sublime. The good news is that, while other resources are dwindling, absurdity is multiplying and flourishing and filling the earth.”

MICHAEL FOLEY The Age of Absurdity

Today while at the barbershop…. I had an argument with a man. He is about my age, with two kids who are both going to college, and he was well spoken.

My general impression of him was good as I listened to him talk in the barber chair next to me.

Yet the talk became political. He likes Trump because he says he is a “strong man!”

We disagreed back and forth… later I reflected on what is a strong man?

The dictionary gives these definitions!

“Noun, Plural strong·men.

1. a person who performs remarkable feats of strength, as in a circus.

2. a political leader who controls by force; dictator.

3. the most powerful or influential person in an organization or business, by reason of skill in the formulation and execution of plans, work, etc.

I would agree with the first two about Trump. Yet the last is not Trump.

I think Trump is a projection of self-made lies and propaganda. He is a man who has a negative influence in our country, he has bad organizational skills, sucks in formulation and execution of plans, work etc.

For example: His insurrection failed, and he did not win the last election. The cases against Trump are numerous!

Trump is a circus act, a wannabe dictator who is not the kind of strong man we need!

I think strong men are responsible, compassionate, and true to themselves… yet they don’t have to amplify their malicious maleness in a way that belittles women or anyone.

A strong man has empathy, trust, intuition, and emotional connections with others!

And this is Trump Achilles heel…. He lacks the ability to have empathy, so he has no aptitude of intuition or emotional connections with others besides what serves his corrupt ego. His psyche is bleak and thick with zilch. He only shows us scorn and lacks the ability to give or receive goodness.

Uncouth buffoon!

I don’t see what blocks a average man like him, at the local barbershop, from seeing the truth about Trump. It is profoundly absurd.

“…who tolerates, which is intolerable; who is kind, which is cruel; who understands, which is beyond comprehension…”

― Edward Albee, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

The irony…. Oh the irony…. When love is not around to liberate us?

The case of the small mushroom men and their scab of a leader!

TRUMP’S ECONOMICS ARE “ECONOMIC STUPIDITY.”

“But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free.”

“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

Under the sun than You gods!

Indigently You feed

Your majesty

On proffered sacrifice

And breathfuls of prayer.

You would starve to naught

If children and beggars

Were not such fools full of hope.

When I was a child

That knew not its way in the world

I would lift my deluded eyes

To the sun as though out beyond it

There were an ear to hear my complaints

A heart like mine

That would take pity on my oppression.

Who came to my aid

Against the Titans’ and their insolent rage?

Who delivered me from death,

From slavery?

Was it not you, sacred heart ablaze,

Who achieved it all?

And, swindled in your youth and good will,

Did you not glow, with thanks fit for a Savior,

For that mere Sleeper on high?

I should honor You? For what?

Did You ever gentle

The ache of my burden?

Did You ever dry

The tears of tribulation?

Was I not forged to manhood

By Time Almighty

And Eternal Destiny,

My masters and Yours?

Perhaps You believed

I should find life hateful,

And flee to the wilderness

Because not all my blossom-dreams

Reached ripeness?

Behold

Here I sit, fashioning men

In my own image,

A race after my likeness,

A race that will suffer and weep,

And rejoice and delight with heads held high

And heed Your will no more

Than I!

The poem was set to music by J. F. Reichardt, Franz Schubert (see “Prometheus”, 1819), Hugo Wolf (1889) and F.M. Einheit (1993).

Jupiter-Uranus Conjunctions in History, with Richard Tarnas

April 21, 2024

https://theastrologypodcast.com/2024/04/21/jupiter-uranus-conjunctions-in-history-with-richard-tarnas

Johanna Went Interview 1982

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant

Hudley Flipside

Active Imagination

“Active imagination refers to a process or technique of engaging with the ideas or imaginings of one’s mind. It is used as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds. Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation.”

“Enslave me and I am a dangerous enemy; command me and I will make you mad; give me life and you will die.”

― Patrick Harpur, Mercurius: The Marriage of Heaven and Earth

Individuation

I am having a challenging time with this Mercury Retrograde. So, I decided to take some skills I have learned over the years with “active imagination.” I did engage in communication with the planet on various levels. As a planet, an intellectual being (very Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,) astrology and astronomy.

I came to an interesting dialogue with the simple ideas of; don’t force things, go with the flow, and enjoy reflection with an awareness of what lessons are essential to learn.

The most interesting thing came the next morning when my geophysics son explained to me how things move in space.

When rockets leave the earth, they do not travel in a straight line but in a circular one even a spiral. And gravity in space can be used as an advantage or as a good kind of disadvantage in space travel.

Again, he told me some things about Mercury, the closest planet to the sun. I did not realize that it is smaller than our moon and of course has no moons of its own.

Mercury based on Mercurius, that is a lot to learn here, is always open to this type of intelligent awareness and dialogue. You should try it. Be astounded by Mercury Retrograde’s curious responses.

Whiskey down like a cowboy Jan. 6 rioters are felons.

“And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel”

~ The City Of New Orleans Song by Arlo Guthrie

He heard the traitor, dog breath, hater and had to respond. And after swallowing his whiskey down like a son of a train engineer, he said this.

“I think upon what my anarchist friends told me what a real hostage was.

A person held by one party in a conflict as a pledge pending the fulfillment of an agreement: a person taken by force to secure the taker’s demands. One who is involuntarily controlled by an outside influence.

These Jan. 6 rioters are felons. A felon is someone who has committed a crime or has been legally convicted of a crime.

Donald Jackass Trump has not helped these felons, as sad as it seems. He is only using them to further his lies and disdain for our democracy. He separates and divides. He should be in prison with them. It is a pity for us all that he is not silenced.”

“To a man born without conscience, a soul-stricken man must seem ridiculous. To a criminal, honesty is foolish. You must not forget that a monster is only a variation, and that to a monster the norm is monstrous.”

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

A free shot of whiskey for a presidential slogan..

The mystery is accepted!

Wild flower in my garden comes forth singing Coyote’s song…

Does it seem braggadocio to say that I am no longer searching.

Blake, Jung and The Divine Comedy no longer guide me? All the religiosity I have learned pales in comparison to what I found within myself … nature, mother father God … the medicine wheel, praying mantis, Dionysus.

The mystery is accepted! Creativity and the simple things in life guide me.

I still have ambitions and needs which inspire me but it is different now.

All the emotions play now… a compassionate nature almost crescendo at times … but passes.

A connection to the earth and the cosmos.

I’m heard and I hear …

As wild lovely flower!