A book found in the backside, in the corner near the peculiar man.

Allogash White Belgian Wheat

Long ago we took our kids to bookstores. Finding their favorite books was a big treat for us as well as for them. Today we had a good pint and meal and a walk. The local bookstore is still there where it has been for a long time now.

Bookstores have disappeared over the last few years. I am happy that Barnes & Noble is still moving along nicely and was filled with characters and other book lovers of all kinds.

I was on a mission to find one book by Alan Watts. And I searched all over and found none. Below and above this two-story store. I was focused on the Philosophy section. I did look elsewhere yet no luck. Then youngest son said,

“How about we try it again on the second level.”

The three of us went up the escalator but no dice. Husband was gone for a brief time.

Coming back to us He asked,

“What section are you looking for”?

“I am thinking Psychology but cannot find that section.”

He said,

“It is behind this shelf. See, what would mama do without me?”

The very top and the furthest away turned towards the window I found a short group of books in the Psychology section. Behind another section that had another topic.

There was a peculiar man sitting in a chair. There were only inches to walk by him.

He seemed introverted and looked down. I then said,

“Excuse me!”

Looking at books at the very bottom in the back corner.

“Oh, there is his book, the only book?”

To my surprise, the book bore Alan Watts’s name and was titled The Book. It was a small volume, and I’ve often found that my favorite books are the little ones. I then said kindly to the man,

“Thank you, I found my Alan Watts book.”

He looked at me and smiled and mumbled words I did not catch.

Unexpectedly on the way out I was inspired and found myself walking out with other books not so small. A lovely book about Alchemy & Mysticism including a few illustrations by William Blake!

A second book entitled Native American Legends Illustrated with an image of White Buffalo and a story.

Lastly, a Carl Jung Psychology Test in a box with a deck of cards.

I was enthusiastic to learn that Alan Watts held a master’s degree in theology and a Doctor of Divinity. It helped me understand why his work may be drawing me back to a path I stepped away from some years ago.

Thanks to husband who dropped the honey to look back, in the backside, and in the corner nearby the peculiar man.

I almost gave up. Finding a book on Amazon is easy but this was as mystical, peculiar and wonderful as Alan Watts seems to be.

White Buffalo Kachina at home

Honey in my Coffee.

“This is the real secret of life — to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”
― Alan Watts

A week before Easter and a week after I spent two weeks in Hospital. I almost died from a colon blockage. It has been a month since I have been out of hospital recovering.

Squirrel the Brave is here “our family garden.”

Tomorrow will be my last day of taking a time released steroid which I have slowly decreased as recommended by my gastrologist doctor.

I am still on a soft food diet.

I still feel like I am recovering since the steroid is like an elixir.

An immensely powerful drug to heal inflammation. I also started receiving infusion of a drug that will help my immune system to stop attacking my body. I was given plenty of antibiotics my first week. And a more powerful steroid the second week.

I am blessed with excellent healthcare from Kaiser. I am incredibly grateful but like anything else I also must be my own advocate. I pay attention and ask for things or ask for advice. I am that artist or perspective, or interval to disagree… if it is worth a new perspective or evaluation from a doctor.

So far, I have listened to my original hospital team and my gastrologist.

My potassium is stabilizing but my cholesterol is up and that very well could be due to the steroid. The powerful elixir steroid from the second week did make my blood pressure become truly angry and my heart felt like it would fly away.

Now my blood pressure is particularly good, and my heartbeat is comfortable again. As I start a normal diet and focus on healthy eating as usual, I hopefully will see that cholesterol go down.

Nacho Flower is here “our family garden.“

Due to a past unbelievably terrible experience with steroids from 2018 to 2019 I do have a type of traumatic experience when it comes to steroids. Some call it PTSD.

It is the beast I face and this time it was not different.

This time I had a wonderful experience with a nurse who touched my heart and made me release the healing that was going on in the process. At that moment I learned to use my years of Jungian perspective and alchemical processes which are to change the base metals into gold.

I did this by creating art, cleaning, and keeping a balanced perspective even though the beast pulled at my dark soul and amplified that strange unknown grief.

Now I am feeling in my belly the warm embers of a once unbearable raging fire.

I was shocked by my face with death. How close I was.

On this strange journey I found a gift, Alan Watts.

I guess I knew about him, but he arrived today with a random synchronicity. I have been called on this strange journey before. A vision quest.

As gentle as the softest elements of existence yet simultaneously imbued with a profound ability to uncover deeper truths.

I will take him as I do honey in my coffee. A little at a time. Maybe a book on my shelf for a while before reading. To feel that presence he so often writes about.

I pray for all who do not have the good health care I enjoy.

I advocate universal healthcare for everyone.

We are here, as I am here… we all deserve healthcare.

A fine singing bird is here “our family garden” where nature and humankind coexist.

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.

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

Woman Watercolors

“Being put down and called a cow by some man when calling out those who are cruel and abusive. Even if it is in the usually subtle manner. I was told that meant double bitch.”

~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside

Women were significantly affected during Trump’s first presidency. Conservative Supreme Court judges overturned Roe v. Wade, a decision that is not discussed often today, but I continue to address its implications. This action represented an assault on women’s autonomy over their reproductive choices, leading to widespread uncertainty across states and healthcare institutions. It also resulted in challenges for doctors and organizations like Planned Parenthood.

So, a woman in some cases must have her child even in rape and incest, and now the conservatives want to take away any help to these women who may lose their healthcare soon enough? The cruel irony of these soulless politicians, fascist religious blazers and dammed evil monsters are well documented and so unreal.

It was at a planned parenthood clinic in Santa Cruz California where I got my first Aides test, and a pregnancy test to find out I was pregnant with my first child in the 1990’s. The pay was based on a sliding scale. At the time it was extremely helpful. Even though I was working full time as a Home Health Aide with a Nursing Agency they did not have health care for their employees who were only hired per diem. Imagine that?

Which gets me to the point of my two shared images today. As a woman I have experienced being taken advantage of, due to my kindness, in my scene many times. A knife to my throat so to say. It is not easy overcoming being patronized and treated poorly as an experienced woman who is often devalued.

I got my voice in the original and growing punk rock scene. It was then that I encountered many other women with extraordinarily strong voices and some sang like angels.

American musician Annette Zilinskas is one of those women who is well known now in our music world. She is down to earth and very conscious. SO, when I get the feeling of inspiration I put it to watercolor.

“Change takes courage.”

~ Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

Then the female politician Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is another attractive woman who is also skin deep beautiful. She speaks of true liberty and equality for all and for a woman’s right to be heard especially.

They have that rare quality these days called audacity.

I will lasso this bold essay about bringing light to my art from my dark closet by saying,

“I am utterly amazed how well Tennessee Williams knows the female psyche. He honors her and addresses her unique qualities and so gives wings and light to her struggle.”

~ The world of being a woman, Hudley Flipside

“Brick Pollitt: What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?

Margaret “Maggie” Pollitt: Just staying on it I guess, long as she can.”

~ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is a 1955 American three-act play by Tennessee Williams.

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.

“Old Man Bar” punks

Whiskey Pete’s Hotel and Casino is a place that mom and dad always tried to get me to go to. Yet the years I endured Vegas as a kid made me repugnant to go.

Ya thin red roast beef with horseradish sauce, and Roquefort cheese dressing on our salads was a way to make us happy. But did not hide the truth from us kids, it never masked the drunk dad or overindulgence of his gambling. Alone in Hotel rooms waiting for mom to find dad. The next day endearingly covering him with newspapers to keep him from a sunburn as he naps near the pool. We kids became happily lost as we swam in the beautiful blue pools sipping on Coca-Cola.

I booked punk rock bowling in February. My first one. Then this nasty cold took me over. I keep waiting after two weeks for it to blow… but it is a nasty one. So, I had to cancel yesterday in order not to have to pay. I did and though I am part of the “Old Man Bar” punks… I will have to remember sweetly my punk days and watch from my safe place at home.

Here are a couple of funnies I did over the years, redundant, making fun of the punk scene… yes, I was willing to compromise and go to a really big show.

In truth my compromised perspective was not me… I would not have been happy at the punk rock Disneyland….

Making fun of punk bowlers “trophy whores” and bouncers or “Good Sherpas” … and all the stuff that is part of Big Punk Rock Las Vegas Style.

New Bubble Gum Flopside cOmic….

“Break out and leave this life behind
Break out and see what I can find
Might lose I’m going to try my luck
Might win don’t really give a fuck
I gotta..”

NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD PUNKS

The Flopside crew all have a Spring chest cold. Coughing and pain in the upper torso, so what is more soothing to discomforts than left-handed endeavors?

With a cocktail in one hand and coffee in the other, Mr. Fuck and Mr. Dang dive into that project or idea that’s been just sitting there on the back burner for way too long.

So, Mr. Dang did most of the work … so many angles to the dangle, pencil, ink, watercolor… then Photoshop, layout, and Adobe Acrobat.

A new HP printer is getting past its hazing days of demand. Learning the ways and sounds of a green horn printer is part of the key. Ink looks great.

Hudley was around somewhere getting the crew drinks and making up some sandwiches and chicken noodle soup.

And here you go…

T-Shirts for sale… click on image.

Bubblegum Flopside cOmics

Meet The Flopside Family

Fanzines that caught my eyeball, just call me the old bitch punk having some good times.

Or is it the old punk bitch ? I forgot how Jan said it ? Ha ha !

“… after you put this down, in the darker times, the deeper times, when you are looking up our of a hole that you feel like you’ve dug yourself into and can’t get our of, the connections that you’ve made from music, art, community and the people who have grown to become your family are all in there with you, because there will be lonely times, times of betrayal and doubt and unimagined anguish, but in twelve to twenty-four hours with the help of all the work that you’ve done the worst of it will have passed.”

~ “Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

Naturally, many of us leaned against the wall while before us were fanzine people. It was crowded, and the vibe was filled with curiosity and wonder to find something to catch your eye. I call it synchronicity walking that what you find is meant for you.

I also achieved my goal of bartering my little bubblegum cartoon / fanzine with other fanzine people. A couple of things I put money forth. The pretentious attitude was not there, that is the best part and merging with mostly a younger generation who thought fanzines like this started with the Gen-X generation,

In line I said,

“It started a lot earlier than that.”

The young man smiled at me seeing my age and he received my high five with a loud slapping sound. Oh, I love doing that.

John and Jan and time for coffee

I was forced to come to this event by a fanatical fanzine person and his friend. Trust Fanzine and Razorcake. Jan Rohlk and Daryl Gussin were table sitting for fanatical music fanzines.

Sample fanzine one. Three or Four Times a Month, Part III” By Daryl Gussin. The Forgotten Edge. May 2024 and September 2024. Booklet printed at Razorcake. darygussin.com

After the free event outside the Broad my John and I walked around under the hotels, apartments hid within the Los Angeles City Hall and court buildings.

We ended up at The Redwood Bar & Grill. For a beer and a band. No band but to our surprise we again found Jan and Daryl doing something on stage. A performance of some sort? I punk rock charged them and then we went back to the bar for beer and some food.

Sample fanzines two IG:@mdzine89

The bar was easy and exceptionally low key. Next to us was a man giving toasts and told us about a certain word in Spanish.

“Do you know what SOCKS means in Spanish?”

“Tell us.” We all said.

Socks like ‘eso sí que es’ in Spanish which means ‘that’s the way it is.”

We enjoyed this and glad I remembered it here.

Sample fanzine three

This gentle man turned out to be a retired firefighter. We talked about the latest fires in Los Angeles. I was amazed by how he defined why the current fires happened. It was parallel to my campaign and his expertise. My “Mandatory Stop building in the San Fernando Valley,’’ is so right on and yes, he agreed with it and told me to keep up the decent work.

He knows that fires are part of an effect of bad or corrupted city and county planning. He affirmed,

“Who do you think is giving out these permits?!”

They are all taking money as they talk… in their back pockets. We have agreed that building big apartments right on the freeway and building big homes and massive apartments in fire prone areas is a sin.

This gentleman affirms my theory with experience and firsthand knowledge.

Sample fanzines four Rimona Eskayo Artist . workers

Driving the freeway from the San Fernando Valley to downtown Los Angeles is not one of my favorite things to do, we had no choice.

I am very happy we followed the night through realizing something. Always keep that meeting with a real friend! Who is more of a music fanatic than you! It is well worth it.

Jan and Hud

https://www.lazinefest.com

My campaign needs your support…

Big ugly monsters are taking over the San Fernando Valley.

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.

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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.

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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.

Mariann Budde A new postcard part of the Brave and Strong Women Postcard series.

“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

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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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.