Mana

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“We know that something unknown, alien, does come our way, just as we know that we do not ourselves make a dream or an inspiration, but that is somehow arises of its own accord. What does happen to us in this manner can be said to emanate from mana, from a daimon, a god, or the unconscious…”

Pg 336 Par 2 Memories, dreams, reflections ~ C.G. Jung

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The yard is the shape of a crescent moon facing west. The cypress trees line the crescent shape that enhances the progression of the equinox in the night sky. Last night walking out into the darkness looking up,

“Hello Jupiter.”

Wings like a moth, or a big barn owl, or a giant bird swam through the darkness towards the south. Very high in the dark sky. A very large bird just west of Jupiter. A foreign site next to the consistency of the progression. All captured within the eyes of this little backyard. The ascending full moon was low on the horizon yet the light-numinosity surrounded the large creature.

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The Saints full LP 1976 wow…!!!! I Died and went to heaven… with The Saints ! @

Most of my friends know the story but in case you don’t… here it is… I like this band because this LP is the first one that I purchased as a baby punker; the first vinyl that I listened to as I was being slowly brainwashed by the ideals of that nasty punk rock. I got it at an old record store on Ventura Blvd in the San Fernando Valley, CA. It was used and went for a dollar. It practically bought itself.  So that is my story. I had no idea that it would follow me through my life as it has. It is mine to claim …and I love it and the Band. (I think many others were also influenced by this band and /or LP) !!

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knocking my socks off ta’day….

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Mrs. Doubtfire:
Sink the sub. Hide the weasel. Park the porpoise. A bit of the old Humpty Dumpty, Little Jack Horny, the Horizontal Mambo, hmm? The Bone Dancer, Rumpleforeskin, Baloney Bop, a bit of the cunning linguisitics?

The Singing Saints….

Chris Bailey is the co-founder and singer of rock band The Saints. He was born in Nanyuki, Kenya in 1959 to Irish parents. Bailey grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland until the age of seven, when his family immigrated to Australia.

The is just a little tidbit about my all time favorite punk singer. He has a nasal, deep, crackly voice. His deep Irish voice comes warmly through with his unique singing. A brilliance from my generation that lives today.  I don’t believe in heroes but I can say that this man has inspired me to do things I might not have done.  If I could go back in time, I would arrive around the time this underground band The Saints were forming. Australia I would be there! I would try to hang our with them and be a friend.  Yet, this is just me dreaming.

I love their music and anyone that knows me knows this and I am sure gets sick of me saying it.  I found out today that one can continue to say things that they like. I can and I will!! I have been guilty of complaining a lot lately. I have been hurt and betrayed in my life, but The Saints have a song for every feeling I have. I can listen to their music and there is Chris Bailey comforting me, enraging me and inspiring me. I would like to image loving me too. He will always be a part of my life. I love him… it is na Irish thing….and an Aussie thing too!