Elizabeth e Mitchell

bee

2012-01-26T13:42:00.000-08:00

a small soft bee was on my floor today/

dying.

She held to my silk scarf and i prayed for her species, sobbing that we have destroyed our habitat and hers.

I prayed that she would bee alive and restored by my longing./

When i opened my eyes she appeared dead.

my darlings,It is a very great sorrow that we humans have destroyed our nest and that of other life. It is essential now that we wake up and destroy no more.

step one.

stop destroying our own joy.

find our joy.

dont let others destroy our joy.

Know that it will be work and hard but that there will be such joy along the way , before we get to the integral paradigm land, in which caring and sharing replace greed and judegement, in which domestic work is loved and respected, in which man and woman are coequal heads of the household and do what they choose in consultation; the land of the integral paradigm where war is something seen in museums - like the holocaust - aint gonna study war no more, and no child goes unloved or hungry.. That will come - if it does - in the maturing of the new paradigm which is right now in the shift, in the birth ( painful and dangerous - mother and child, earth and human, may one or both suffer terribly and possibly die).

Free your mind from mind forged manacles, look truth in the face and declare that you will not lie down and die. Take up your own arms and your own hands and do your work to doula the birth, offering whatever gifts you can to the baby Integral which is aborning in you. Follow your dreams and your bliss, trust in your own wisdom, manifest so strongly that you are still here and you have not given up hope for this new humankind which is aborning. Be what you believe it will be.

That is the only way we humans will survive.

i am artist, iam auteur, i revelationize the story.

2012-01-25T19:22:00.000-08:00

Jo is reading the great disruption by Paul gilding which i gave to the southern mitchells. it was making her distressed as she read of environmental predictions coming true in the daily news. bats dying, insect pest arising, fungus eating kauri

this is the message of the book:plus a lot of my vision.

this is the message you MUST know.

Crisis is an evolutionary driver.

humans wont move until they have to.

If you are looking at solving the problems with the same mindset that created them it is already too late. That is why you are crying and we all are screaming. that is why edvard munchs painting "the scream" is so apposite for the age we are leaving and look when it was painted.

KNOW this - the world HAS ALREADY COME TO AN END and we survived . Now we need to get together and get on with clean up.

The tsunamis and crop failures will come. things as they were are crashing. But humans are resilient and we adapt and survive. this is what you are already doing. you are already part of our human survival - if we make it. the only reason we wont make it is if we are so shocked by what we know that we give up and die.

many will.

those who are part of the evolution of humanity into a loving species where men and women are equally respected are doing their work right here right now and we are making a difference.

remember the cocoon - the caterpillar's body rejects the emergent butterfly cells, like the mother's rejects the foetus at first ( hence morning sickness) we are at that phase and it seems as tho the poison will overwhelm us. It will only overwhelm us if we fail to see that we are everywhere, if we fail to celebrate and join the movement of optimism, peace and to hell with ways we dont want to have any part of. each human choses for themself what is their optimism, what is their peace and what are the ways they eschew. and we work together , looking for the light in everyone, and finding it, for we are all souls on this earth journey together, and those who have lost the light do not like to approach if they love darkness, they will slink away. because we are many and we will not let them extinguish us any longer.

why are macdonalds and burger kings everywhere ( and why not wendy"s)

???

why does the EU ban the dripping of chickens on the spit, falling on to the genuine article of french fries underneath.? because they are in cahoots with the makers of false flavoring and they are in cahoots with the burger kings and the kentucky frieds and the foolish people follow along saying oh yes the emperor's food is delicious as they eat empty calories and find themselves getting royally screwed over.

the people are waking up. we decline the madness.( wendys at least had a decent baked potato when i ate there once a million years ago .) It is up to us who are privileged to spread the word and to be joyous, even as we are aware and do what little we can to ease the pain of others.

the global crisis is beyond our fixing , we can only fix what is before us.Humanity has the power to survive the ills, the time will come when humans cooperate globally if we clear the way.

what injury are we nursing instead of forgiving and farewelling?

what injustice are we suffering when we do not have to?

what fight are we not taking on?

what accomodations do we make that have gone past the point of what is good for the world.?

where have we failed to identify ourself with the world - for when we die our world dies. i dont worry about me - i know what i am doing. i dont worry about you - i trust you to be doing your best. I dont worry about malfeisants - they do not cross my path and i do all i can to disrupt them from right here where i am.

Smoked Fish

2011-11-23T09:26:00.000-08:00

SMOKED FISH.

I am a Peaceful Warrior learning what it is to accept what is. Acceptance is neither condoning nor resigning.

We have already stepped up to the plate. As peaceful warriors, we may no longer put our shoulds and our oughts onto others.We recognize them as our own. Our struggle takes place in a larger context.

Peaceful warriors chose not to live with overconsumption and misery. Peaceful Warriors start at the misery. That's one of our shoulds and oughts. I should not live where my joy is injured. I ought not allow misery to poison my environment.

We Ask, “How can I stop that misery?” and We Know

Pain results in anger and/or hurt.

*Self control tries to deal with hurt. To fix, to mend - and beats itself up for not doing well enough.

*Control gives issues to be angry over..

We cannot stop the misery by avoiding the creation of it for we did not create it. Trying not to provoke the anger is useless - something else will be found to need control.

Pain is inevitable - how do we “choose not to suffer”?

We Ask, “What must I do?”

It is hard to see what must be done, hard to hear our inner voice unless we know how to recognize it is shrieking. Recognize its screaming.

The wWay will find itself or way will be found.

When the inner voice is integrated with itself, it is easy to see what must be done - that does not mean what must be done is easy. Our struggle takes place in a larger context.

Our world hurts us all so much with all the non-Edenic stimuli it throws at every pure soul who chose to enter this realm of earth. It is painful.

I am thinking Autism is when the pain and the joy of the world conflict so much inside the person’s head that they follow their own bliss/story even if that may hurt others - autist’s are unconcerned about others, may inadvertently hurt others.

I am thinking diagnostically, Autism is a result of non individuation. In severely and persistently mentally impaired persons I worked with it seemed to me that the wWatcher in the brain was unable to form a comfortable stable identity with the normal set of interactions - it identified with a different interpretation of the stimuli. Autists dont recognize others. Dont know where their and other's boundaries begin and end.

It's enlightenment without the light.

Control freaks identify with the humans in the environment and they try to control them in a desperate effort to feel comfortable in their own mind. And if there is a great wound in their own mind, that they have not looked at, then they create the wound outside their mind through lack of awareness.

Enlightened beings identify with the consensual and non consensual stories they choose, without struggle.

We either recognize the pain in our environnment and work to heal the wound or we inflict an equalising wound on others. Individuated beings are on a journey to recognize this.

I am a soul who was given a different kind of injury. I grew up with a mama, always now a soul of love; and a papa with a dream of morality and uprightness. My blessing. My birthright. All human’s birthright but from some it is hidden.

Telling the non-consensual story with the Light is quite a struggle - its the continuing enlightenment.

Until the madstream becomes mainstream and the next level begins.

I am thinking we can Find our light with Integral or where we are led - as we recognise your way it will open it up behind us. Its all the wWay of the Peaceful Warrior Tribe, or the way of the eastern Enlightenment tribe, or the Way of the western light in the darkness crowd..

Our Integrated way.

Humanity is a vessel. Our relationships create vessels. A couple create a bigger vessel - their family - which contains all the subfamilial vessels.

Even when it is broken in pieces, the pieces still belong together and they can make a peaceful and happy assemblage in the same space. Or not - its gotter be a mutual choice for real healing.

There will always be wounds - healers heal thru holes in their side or by their cup running over because they have healed their own wound.

We cannot help the vessel heal - and we are the vessel too - until the wound is identified and stopped from within. In the process, our wounds get together and we share our poisons and our blessings,;

If too much poison requires too much balm the wounds must be sealed so the vessel can become whole. We are trying. Maybe it is time to disconnect the wounds. I close mine with my integral Practice.

It is possible to do so without paying money for Integral practice if we can nourish the seed. You may find it easier to discover your wound, your blessing when you keep some sacrosanct time for peace and breathing awareness. Integral practice nourishes the seed in me, the flowers in my vase. Integral thought gives us the fertiliser. We all are healers. I am grateful.

The future lies before us as well as behind. The past is always with us . Now is the present - the gift.

Gift or poison? ( german - gift =poison),

Blessing or curse? ( french - blesser = wound).

In english - present = gift = blessing .

I am healing the wound and picking at the scab. It's what we do until we recognize the yellow brick road -

the corpus callosum between our two minds -

Tweedle dum and Tweeedle dee -

they agree.

( Look it up - Tweedledum and Tweedle dee agreed to have a battle....)

We are sealing up the holes, healing the vessels, together AND separately : our individual vessel, the vessels of our families and relationships, the vessel of humanity unified.

Actually we are like watering cans, fountains, gushing mountain streams - at the level at which we have healed our hole, sealed our whole, there is the level that our wholeness flows out. There will always be wounds - healers heal thru holes in their side, or by their cup running over because they have healed their own wound.

There is always another bar to raise, arrow to discover, level of joy and pain.

Integrally, we are recognising that we are creating and created from the vessel that rises above the flood, the ark on top of Mt Ararat.

Integrally we are discovering that we are part of the tower that rises above the torrent. We are beginning to recognize other turrets everywhere on this tower that holds above the dimming tide of blood.

Peaceful Warriors, do what is right for you and know that your choice is always right for the moment. Our stories take place in a context bigger than ourself. Sometimes we sleep, sometimes we sleep in, sometimes we are entitled to dream, sometimes dreams are hard to separate from nightmares. The thought of a loved one sleeping is so sweet. As we walk in the early morning while the whole earth is just waking up, our dream makes the clouds look pretty, and our imagination soars with the sleepers.

Do but follow the yellow brick road, in our mind we find our peace. corpus callosum - the yellow brick road...

How does the corpus callosum hide the unity ..... how doth the little busy bee ...... ?

The corpus callosum unifies right mind and left, so the advanced human recognises the story it is telling itself, that it is telling itself a story, and identifies with the right brain which is always at peace because it simply cognises ; the recognising story teller is the left brain. The advanced human ego acts from a place of calm - the corpus callosum - the yellow brick road. We drop in and out of that place where our wound is recognised and our calm celebrated, but the scab tears off again and we are in the hole which the present always comes from . If there's enough calm, we look around, determine the level and go on swinging down the right yellow brick road creating the future as we walk into it - or we are simply swept up in the drama inside and outside our head.

hurrah.

2011-10-14T06:52:00.001-07:00

I am creative and must create. I am a story teller. I am of that species of human kind who loves story, and art, and music. Many will say they like story too - but they only like to read it, and to enjoy art and music - I like to tell the story, to make art, to sing and to dance.

My story is about spirit. It is my life blood.

So many in this world have abdicated their power to tell their story about the world we live in and our place in it - so they have given that power to someone else. They have given that power to "the powers that be" - those who say, "this is how the world is, we are powerless to change it, protests will be overrun, the army is too great, the media too powerful, the people too ignorant," and other statements of despair and resignation, of cynicism and condoning.

I tell a story of spirit's voyage from Unity - the Cosmic Egg of All-potential into the thousand things. The ever occurring manifestation of being, which started from nothing. Spirit is ever Now, is a consciousness which is evolving now, through humanity to be conscious of itself and its great and manifest invention and beauty. I am all this. This is all that I am. I am one with all humankind and with all life. We humans are the self reflective consciousness of matter which is energy which is a form of consciousness sometimes referred to as g-d. What we humans can do together when we all tell this story of creative beauty is seen in miniature in every blessed activity of art and life and joy and experience already happening. When we can do away with war and greet every form of life with love and respect we will learn like kangaroos to control our breeding, like ants and bees to work together, and like - for example - the Omo people before Western contact - to make beauty and art everyday.

Bereavement

2011-10-13T13:28:00.000-07:00

My dear friend,

My heart is with you in your grief. May you have strength to continue after such loss.

May you find consolation in the experience of spirit.

We are more than our physical lives.

What does it mean to say we are spirit beings in physical body.?When the body is dropped where does the spirit live?

I tell you the spirit of your brother and all our dead, live on in the heaven or hell of our head.

Do not punish yourself and that part of spirit which was your brother, by regret. Forgive him and forgive yourself. Know that your brother's spirit has rejoined with the one; the one spirit, or energy, which is ever breaking into the thousand things we material beings experience here and now - in space and time.

The one spirit knows no good or bad, no pain, it is. It is only bliss, it manifests everything and everything returns to oneness.

Love your brother for giving you another chance to know this while you yet live. Find him in any manifestation that makes you think of him. This is his gift.

The chance to know spirit never dies. We are one with the universe.

The cosmic egg of all potential broke into the thousand things. Its dance is to become one again and consciously so. To be many and yet one. Humankind is just beginning to know how to live this journey as one global species.

Your family is many parts of one human soul, flowing as a tributary of a great river towards the consciousness of Unity of Being. We experience individual Unity of Being at times of being "in the zone" . There is an endless potential for humankind, should we survive, to manifest the freedom of art and choice together, with all of nature which does not have our freedom.

Your family's journey is part of this flow. Your brother carried his load and has laid it down. Do not let his burden become yours, celebrate with him in your head. May your memories of your life with him, each reveal a petal in the unfolding flower of your own consciousness.

morphic evolution

2011-04-19T20:21:00.000-07:00

We are the unified point of humanity, creating a morphic field of consciousness - it is both unified and multiple. That is the great contradiction of duality. The contradiction between unity - soul or spirit is the fundamental reality, and duality - matter and its multiple forms are the fundamental reality is an illusion. Reality is paradoxical.

The unseen totality is reciprocal communication between the one and the many - between the great unity and the ego of humanity occurring in me - which, like a flies eye is made of all of us, and unlike a flies eye - has endless capacity to grow until it gains awareness of itself as unity in the multiplicity of forms - not just human.

As we humans become more conscious we will improve our communication with other species - this is also already happening a great deal - in the way gardeners can communicate with their plants and people with their pets. There is no end to that communication either. Another field is our communication with our inner world.

radical love

2011-04-17T06:29:00.000-07:00

What do I want.? I want that we be inspired, happy, joyful, praising, content, inspired. Inspired to what? To cocreate, to believe, to be empowere, to know. To know that a tidal wave of change may come; that we are part of it; that we are one spirit; that this message of unity is what we are; that we seek and we find and we create; that we are it; that this is it; that we can go forth, not congratulating ourselves smugly but simply responsibly knowing that we are the manifestation of radical love; that our little pathetic lives matter; that the whole universe is centered in us and disappears when we die; that all time is now; judgement is now; we judge ourselves : be not harsh, be kind, Accept, go forward, know we are the manifestation of radical love. We are the striving, we are the growth cone, we are the wings, the pump, the club. We are the ones who remove difficulties and cross chasms. We are Hanuman. We are humans empowered in community. We are... we are... we are... we are... we are it! We... “dear god, the very houses seem asleep. Wake up! Be! See! Comprehend! I am here! I am now ! I am just lil’ ‘ole me, and you just you, and together we are it! We are this!

Oh dearly beloved, we are here together to be inspired, to believe in ourselves, to know our little efforts are part of a wave of humanity, the 7th wave. The ecological disasters will come, the political repression will come, China’s huge population will come, the US ruling empire will go, humanity will or will not survive. We are part of humanity’s survival. We will only survive if we cooperate. We cannot change that which is beyond our individual reach. We are agents of humanity, honesty, truth, peace, cooperation, love, tolerance, acceptance - which is neither resignation nor condoning . Go on my brothers and sisters, marchons, marchons ; that the pure blood of love, the spilled blood of all the martyrs, the mazlooms, the sacrifices feed our furrow. Let us flourish the peace. For this is what we do and are doing..

trinity musings

2011-04-16T19:51:00.000-07:00

devil and god - t's not very odd, its not very hard to see: they're coterminal concepts, inside of me.

To think is to bedevil god/ to ink is to bejewell the goddess.

Unpleasant thoughts, my shoulds and my oughts - just be.

Be with my breathing and see - put my hand on my heart, and i'll find my part. So I can be what I want to be.

Liberty Dreaming

2011-04-07T19:54:00.001-07:00

Futurepresent.*

In the future

It was understood -

The good.

The grands precede the greats

(speaking of children)**

***the greats precede the grands

( speaking of time)

We are Love

We are Healing

We do it in Rhyme.

In the future present

it is understood

all is good.

*Imagine Time stopped at 2012 and started to rewind - here we are.

Each one of us is our own "Time" Rewinder, our own soul/Sol/ Imaginative future and past spreading out around us. Escaping Linear Time by seeing the (mem)'brane of Space-Time in which we exist. It does not eradicate Linear Time.

**i.e. grandchildren come before great grandchildren. In our future the grands precede the Greats.

***the great grandparents came before the grand parents. In our past the greats come first. Sequence: Great - grand = now/me = grand - great.

We slide down time to now and come up the other side. We are the matter that warps Space-Time around us. ("The mass of the sun curves space-time". Stephen Hawking. The Universe in a Nutshell, p 21 Bantam Books 1998)

This is going thru the Time Warp. Or zero point - I am already on the healing path because I am IT now and all time is now. I return to the wound, heal, and return to the Present on a different trajectory. In the new Present into which I have stepped, I have allies.

Dang it difficult to believe when I hears the News of the Day. We bring in what we focus on. Now Now.

mushroom DNA and story telling

2011-04-03T16:33:00.000-07:00

Mushroom DNA is reputed to be closer to humans than plants. humans are animals. The line between plants and animals is dissected by mushrooms which are closer to animals than to plants. humans therefore are closer to mushrooms than to plants. if we now grab mushrooms and drag them out to another point to make a triangle, ie mushroom to animal, mushroom to plant, with plant to animal being the hypoteneuse, then we can see how, in the planarfieldbrane story,(which i am co-telling) life has being at plants, and story plus being at humans (who are within themselves all the animal dna and plant dna ). Mushrooms, i posit suggest to us an intermediary position, where left brain – story teller awareness and right brain – being awareness have not become dissasociated from their cocreative source in mutuality. Humanity is realising what the plants have to teach us – we are the story tellers par excellence. If we tune into rightbrain awareness of being we will enter right brane, or right mind as Jill Bolte Taylor expresses it. Hurrah. I’m there in THIS moment

eve apple asperger's mind

2011-02-06T20:29:00.000-08:00

Teach and Discuss:

We are all required to move beyond our ego and serve the greater cause however you want to define this

The function of our supra-narrative or mythology is to mirror this need back to us.

To provide a mirror image for the the internal immanent Self, God, Goddess, Mind or whatever.

Our traditional story however is not of a god serving or us serving the god, it is not a story of mutual cocreation. It is a story of scarcity, withdrawal, punishment. This is the story which needs to be reworked. It was reworked in the coming of Christ but Power and Greed, less, evolved ego centers, distort the message to prolong the fighting. Christ and biblical god are co terminal. Mohammed accepted Jesus’ message so there 's no problems there. The message is what matters: “ love one another .God loves you, he's sacrificed himself as me to show you this. As i am you are.”

Now emerges another great era of story telling and maybe some eras of peace, or the worm will eat himself up all together. We wont know, we are here for the story telling.

Release of ego is required, or enlarging of ego to species mind. We have always been here . We will always be here. We are human spirit, newly re- emerged and part of the eternal. Our life span is our eternity. That which is now and ever shall be, could not be now if it had not been then.

When we disanchor from linear time, then things that seem in our past can be vividly relived. Asperger’s minds do this. In this sense we do not die. Do we identify with our body or our mind?

Identifying with mind enables time travel and leaps into other realities. They are insubstantial and evanescent - for us in the gross physical; in our dreams are recovered the nuances of the moment...Asperger’s minds are dealing with these various nuances all the time - that’s why they arent so socialised to our stupefied, limited way of living.

Our amnesiac awareness creates a cultural psychosis and narcissism . We need to get a grip on the narcissism by saying, “Ok. If i am god then what am i creating? My life. hmmm. just turned up a few hanging man type cards - how i play these will be interesting.”

We need to recognise the cultural psychosis. Surrealists have got something going. “ i reject your reality and replace it with my own.” ( Laszlo Horvath). Can we free ego self - bag of skin consciousness, material existence mind into awareness of greater mind?

For me, the story of heaven is a useful tool. One of the many areas of greater mind i visit is "heaven", where i communicate with my dead. I create an environment for them in my head, which has the vast starry expanses of the heavens as well as earth below. i offer them my eyes to see, and i thank them for the perspective they have given me which is now part of me. If they "look out those windows", they think their own thoughts on the scene. i whose mind is doing the thinking, can accept or reject their perception. Awareness is all. They who are now one with love and me, of course are immediately at one with my perception. If they have doubts, i have doubts.

I am the god of my imagination - loving inventive inquiring intense, integrally me, interested in my goddess or spirit thoughts.

If people imagine a wrathful angry god or none at all - thats what they get and no doubt how they interact in the world. They may be very good, but not holy. To be holy is to tell a story which has escaped from ego’s manipulation, in service of that greater good.

At this time we cocreate our own personal mythology and come to understand that there is something greater than ourselves which we are here to serve

- it can be the ecology, people, god or whatever - redemption through service to the community. We just have to believe and stop beating ourselves up. Focus on the solution not the problem and dont expect miracles - they will be there however.

In a video of a little chick, one of lots of hatchlings - the females had been culled for laying, the boys were being sent down the chute to be processed into food. This little chick looked so proud of itself as it’s mates were tumbling topsy turvy and it was riding the wave - standing upright on the moving conveyor then all of a sudden it dropped over the edge into the waiting maw. It’s surprize was palpable. It broke my heart. What do we do with grief ?

We are the story tellers. Someone had to be the sacrifice so the story could be told, because it is endlessly requiring to be told until we heal it.

There are many wise stories - eg the little mermaid. The under sea witch ( god) takes away many of her gifts so she can live on land. This represents the baby learning to speak and to act in the world - to individuate. It must lose the gift of feeling sensing knowing so much more than we adulterated ones do. Asperger’s mind people do not give up so much of their gift and so they do not relate quite so well. To be able to relate, and yet to feel the full gamut of sensation in a world in which only mad people and artists do, is enormously painful. Artists see more or less of these other worlds and express them more or less successfully. vid the work of Richard Killeen.

What is it that we bring from the other side and lose in order to become ourselves? Do we have to loose it? Can the mermaid learn mobility in a wheel chair ?

Does "god" have to punish so much for knowledge - to make us pay such a price?

We dropped knowing. But we are renogotiating with god, eve and god are in the garden under that ole apple tree. And eve said to god, “are you eavesdropping in my mind? is that godlike of you?”, and god apologised. They realised this all came about because they forgot they were one. Yes, children; satan walked out took on the role of eve and the whole thing began. It truly is coming full circle ready to whirl on to a new course.

mirenka cechova

2011-01-30T11:34:00.000-08:00

i saw the czech performance artiste, mirenka cechova, european physical theatre.

she spoke of the emotional energy visualised as an imaginary ball of metal , velvet covered, you could hold in your fist, located in the lower belly It moves , sends movement throughout your torso and limbs and head. oh how i know that squirm that writhiing. - that inner tension between what has been repressed and what is permitted. what desires to be expressed and what is declined, disapproved.

i believe all of us can find that place that feeling that expression because as humans we are meant to be living lives of cocreative beauty, like the aborigines in early australia, even when they were working for the whites, they made everything a game, and sang songs as they did the wash in the river, and saw spirit in the brooms and the shovels. or energy . they saw at a quantum level - their paintings are paintings of energy...

and african slaves bringing music to their enslaved lives,

this is the religious impulse - it is an ( often distorted) longing to love and cocreate with the world we live in.

so let us be free to admit and express our pain at what has been repressed and turn it into a creative energy to bring light into the current darkness. go forth and multiply the joy. or if your expression is gloomy and sorrowful do that till you need do it no more.

moon dark, and hunting meaning

2011-01-30T11:32:00.000-08:00

moon dark.

iceberg complexes of stonehenge.

mind this balance beam

time the roving spotlight

linear time - the tube

notes:Part of the moon is invisible to us. the latest movie posits space "aliens" there.

Stonehenge is part of a huge complex of moats ditches ramparts now-buried tree posts a yard in circumference sillbury wooten manor ?grange i forget all the names. With whom was that society communicating?

Mind travels between our reconstruction of the past and our ideation of the future.

Attention is in time. attention is a focussed spotlight - which misses all outside its beam in the darkness of ignorance.

Linear time - we are its creator and product. We are a tube,a digesting tube like a tube worm. Our life is seen in linear time.

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Hunting Meaning - * stories we tell ourselves

I am thinking about the role of mother

- it is a power role, a creative role.

there is the story i tell of my mother,

there is the story she tells of herself,

and there is the story she tells of me.

i ask why?

Mother is a power word

comes the answer.

All of us have a relationship to mother in the divine play.

they cant all be the same,

they are variations on a theme

we accept that we carry the meme

the cultural idea

we live in this mutual field .

we are one cocreating species.

All life procreates. and all mind proliferates.

pea brain or **p-brane ?

Language and craft - two sides of the mind

i am woman and weaver

I am storyteller

We are "makers of women's crafts", in the sense that language belongs to mankind - is crafted by "Man".

fingers and tongues

our telling has begun

it may never stop

Humans naturally create as do animals,

Humans naturally think in words - as do gods.

In the post egoic

the photographic moment

is already gone and always here.

Notes:

* title with thanks to Richard Killeen, New Zealand artist of note.

**p-brane is a quantum physical reality. A field, a membrane concept. a ‘brane.

The double slit experiment

is awareness of the infinitude of possibilities in the photographic moment

now

which collapse to one reality on the other side of the peabrain

outside or in? the boundary of skin.

thankyou for your appreciation .

ex lib

a quaganmystic grandmother thinks of her grandchild

2010-09-20T18:43:00.001-07:00

A Quaganmystic Grandmother thinks of her Grandchild.

Circumcision is regarded as hygienically correct.

(Bad joke: i guess it may be why men are slobs -

they took the alarm mechanism off.)

Sexual, like all experience, falls under the rubric of

Qualia - subjective experiences which are spoken about in objective terms.

Is the foreskin like the tonsils and the appendix,

an appendage left over from a previous evolutionary stages?

or do they all have purposes we dont know.?

Families have firestorms over such issues. It’s positively biblical. WHO OWNS THE BABY? The baby owns itself and the parents lovingly make the best decision possible for themselves and their child. When all other relatives accept this, that is what can help to bring Peace on Earth, by removing one cause of dissension.

Human kind’s fate rests more on Peace than the penis.

I say PEACE above all matters. As woman the peacemaker i say, when fundamental feelings are involved, ( like this really matters to you - thats what fundamental is, ) the father makes this decision about the male babies. Because fundamental feelings are hard to change, and can lead to war.

NO-thing matters like Peace and an environment of love and understanding between the parents. That's way more important than a foreskin.

Perhaps the accomodation of views would allow that modern medical science has had some good effects on birth practices, and that the comfort and gentle treatment of a baby is a prime necessity in peaceful childbearing.

We do not need to argue like life and death, we need to create Peace. And we will create a peaceful earth by our every daily action. Peace begins at home.

sheesh

2010-09-01T15:15:00.000-07:00

i tried reading some of my writing to others - it made me highly aware of the necessity for editing.

it was mortifying to look at this blog - imagining the reality of reading it to others. ech.

i dont have time to fix it all right now, but seeing ive mentioned it i'm leaving it up here in the meantime.

i enjoy my thoughts and will strive to be better at conveying them..

oil spill - the earth's dark hidden blood , its liquid reality before the ice age returns, making the water firm again.

2010-06-28T11:56:00.000-07:00

the oil spill - the 72 hour forecast - always much bigger than the observed spill which stopped people from realizing what was going on under the water!!!!

and in the beginning the waters and the land divide and between them is every earthly thing created, with the eye of the sun providing the energy for ever more complex forms of life.

http://maps.google.com/maps/mpl?moduleurl=http://mw1.google.com/mw-earth-vectordb/disaster/gulf_oil_spill/gulf_oil_mapplet.xml&mapclient=google&hl=en

our life our death

2010-05-30T13:33:00.000-07:00

I was carried by a mother, who felt ambivalent about me - third child conceived within three years.

The mother's thoughts about them while in the womb influence the child. Each one of us was once a foetus swimming in the soup of human emotions.That's how we spell the word in kings and queens english - foetus -becos of course it feels a bit of an antipathetic relationship at times. We seem foes.

At first the mother's body tries to get rid of the foetus - hence morning sickness.

The baby lives in a soup of emotions, feeling the mother's emotions without buying into them.

Humans love a time of trouble - it creates the emotional soup we are familiar with from our mothers womb.

Emotions are a physiological response, a neuropeptide flow lasting 90 seconds within the system. A physiological response requires agonist and receptor.

When we love, or accept and try to love, the physiological response is a story of peace and balance between receptor and agonist. When we despise, fear, deny, refuse to accept let alone love, compassionise or comprehend - then it is a battle between receptor and agonist .

Each person we know is one of our thoughts.

I dont say someone's entire existence is one of my thoughts. but their entire existence for me is one of my thoughts which sometimes turns up in the flesh.

We are all a thought.

Our time from conception - just conceived, to today - not yet dead is our moment; this moment, NOW.

In this moment in time we face the end of our species but know that the love we make now and the joy we experience are also part of humankinds' brief history.

Earth time can be represented by the eiffel tower,300m high, dinosaurs' time is about 100 metres, humankinds' time is so far the thickness of the paint.

We face our death. The life of human kind is reflected in the life of the individual. All our efforts create the sum total of humanity however soon our death arrives.

Before creatures became aware of their death , death came without creating anxiety more than a temporary shudder, NOW was where creation lived. Humans "ate the apple" became aware of" good and evil" or life and death.

While we have life we have a chance to be aware. Awareness is all.

This is humankinds story. We can transform it.

oops these photos belong with the text below

2010-05-22T12:52:00.000-07:00

linguistic array thanks cyn wynn

2010-05-22T12:40:00.000-07:00

oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling friend o mine.

we art in this space forever fretful sorry caring fine.

how you do 'em

how you make 'em

microcosmos macrocosm

jiggle pieces juggle gear

ever changing ever where we are learning to express

the unity the mess the status quo vadis

heh heh ( status quo - what is. lit lat ( literal latin): the state in which/

quo vadis ( lit lat: whither goest thou, in which place space direction vadis goest thou)

the stausquovadis - where we are at combined with what we are making about where we are going .

the pieces begin to fit. the imaginal cells - the butterfly beings - begin to interrelate and find unity and movement in the poisonous soup of the caterpillar's immune system which has been resisting this new growth even tho its situation in its ever tightening cocoon which it has manufactured around itself is untenable.

truly the caterpillar's immune system attempts to surround and shut down the new cells of the butterfly to be. the caterpillar cannot kill the butterfly. the new cells become more and more numerous more and more cells go that way instead of resisting , those that cannot evolve become a rich caterpillar soup for the butterfly to feed upon as it perfects its beauty before showing it to the world.

we are the imaginal cells. we are seeing our way to connect and combine our actions . what we do is inevitably part of the development because we are artists, imaginal cells. we came in that way. - different from the caterpillar cells although from the same DNA. ( of course for it is the earth's dna).

to see your work cynn wynn which provides a visual image for the philosophy i am compiling simply shows me that we are one and in the moment our wheels are rolling together. meshing gears. may we roll on with renewed and affirmed appreciation relaxation comprehension

its all right

the caterpillar cannot kill the butterfly

now is where we can see that the future and the past make sense beauty and eternity.

circle with a dot - matriarchal era - ecstatic feminine - unity - mythic

circle with a cross dynamic masculine - individuation -

the cross - static masculine - agency - agriculture - power over

fourth chakra -the heart - symbol the cross with a spiral outward from its central axii point.

feminine ways from the top three chakras

mingling with masculine ways from the bottom . all are femmasc all the way. element of left and right etc all the way but simplified for the diagram, uniting at the fourtth the heart

fifth - throat communication - left brain logos organising structure masc

6th mind ajna right brain awareness beyond words fem

7th right and left brain human potential awareness that everything the left brain analyses is valid in the moment and nestled within the right brain awareness of flow and non differentiation

so we unify fear security power(123) + (567)word idea and potential in the heart the locus of the current work and play. love love love love is all we need

and we will revive the mythological era when we saw connection in the way that aborigines do - eg aloe and okra are related because they both have slimy stuff, so elephant - called pachyderm - thick skin - this is a classification system that went obsolete with rational science.

we will not throw out rational science but we will wind it and twine it with our joyful knowing that there are many ways to classify and all are valid for the one who sees the necessity and we can learn from each other

and in the end we are a dyson sphere a meme a quale - a totality of individual experiences and as che said the best way of explaining is doing.

but i am a linguistic array person. thanks darling.

and i love to spread them out.

xxxxxxxxx i might extract this into my blah blah blahg www.resilk.blogspot.com . i LOVE you

On May 22, 2010, at 2:11 PM, Cindy wynn wrote:

Dear Elizabeth, really lovely to hear from you! I've saved your email so I can read it one hundred times! Love you cynwyn

My right to explain myself

2010-05-21T19:47:00.000-07:00

We cannot see ourselves in the stories if we do not know the stories.

let us find stories and tell them with relevance for today and for our children's lives. Inspiring stories which have a universal moral springing from Love and an awareness of unity.

I envision story telling as a place for each to see their life in mythic terms - which does not eradicate seeing it in rational terms.

Imagine telling the stories with roles discussed by the participant hearers who identify with one or the other role. e.g Bathsheba - did she know David was watching???????

Could Harry have tried harder?

- the question of guilt and responsibility.

what am i responsible for in this current moment? my thoughts for a start - to be aware of them, to forgive what springs unbidden, to accept what springs without buying into it; to comprehend that when we were babies we experienced this world without judgement until we learned judgement.

in what way do i see my suffering?

in what way do i see my service?

what is perfect in this moment ?

Perfect comes from perfecit - it is finished - complete - What Jesus said in latin as he gave up the ghost - the breath - the life.

the story has been told. it is finished . it is a multi chaptered book and each one of us is writing our own chapter.
Like a tv show which is prerecorded but had to be present at some moment, our lives have a present which we experience as the life we are living, but they also have another dimension in which past present and future are also ours for the telling - if you can wrap your mind around that.!!!

The story we tell is a quale ( philosophical term referring to such things as pain or the color red which are not absolute except to the one experiencing them in the moment - Yours is different from mine although we use the same words). Qualia - the multiplicity of individual experiences and stories told about them.

If i were to know my life from this point, imaging my death at this point, imagining at any moment this is my death, my perfection, I could look at my history unfolding over the present without me and understand why i had lived.

because my attempts to love continue to exist.

To me - that is what heaven is: a point of view in which we are able to love the moment even in its painfulness because we know we are part of an inescapable trajectory - the evolution of the human mind.

It is enormously painful to think in a way that others do not - until we can stare the unaccepted way of thinking in the eye and say well there is a reason I think this way.

If we are guided by love of others i.e. god/goddess or that of god/goddess, and not just ego we will find our way because it is a mutual way.

Reader. I hope you were able to follow some of this. There are many who think in this way of recreating the right to tell stories. we do it to weave wholeness around the mayhem which hurts all our spirits.

I see my life as more than simply what i lead in the rational present. I know that my mind is learning how to relax in a mythical awareness which takes all human history ( as far as i know it) as its playground.

Mimi in a spring dress, godesses.

2010-05-16T14:13:00.000-07:00

godesses!. we all have the god and the goddess in our head - if we have ever used either term. i am god to anansi when i move the web, and as the spider has no concept of me but i interact with its world. the god concept is beyond thought in its completeness. its perfection. but it inescapably plays with my thought. like weaving the threads of a web and keeping all the connections - sometimes you're right down to one, and sometimes falling. But we make the web. if you're not on my wavelength it looks like mental masturbation. a jerky mind. garbage. i think i'll put it on my blah blah blahg.

A Facebook Exchange

2010-03-29T09:36:00.000-07:00

Trisha True spirituality is to be aware that if we are interdependent with everything and everyone else, even our smallest, least significant thought, word and action have real consequences throughout the universe. ---Sogyal Rinpoche

Tara Quotes like this always make me want to go sit in a basement and think as little as possible. I imagine the universe as a endless, fragile-shelved crystal shop, with giant YOU BREAK IT, YOUR KARMA BUYS IT signs all over the place.

Trisha Meaning you disagree? Ultimately, all -- thought, word, deed, you, me -- is energy. Energy is indestructible and has consequence. In the light or darkness of karma, I suspect it would take more energy to hunker down in the basement of fear and think as little as possible--than to consciously try to think, do and say as little harm as possible?

Eliz Mit ha hah tara, endless yes , fragile no. the signs say YOUR KARMA IS YOUR CHOICE. RELAX. SMILE.

Relatively i.e. in relation to other humans, sitting in a basement is sitting in a basement. Absolutely - in terms of what we might call soul or the universe - sitting in a basement can either elevate you/the dialogue/human kind or the opposite. it depends how you are , down there.

What matters is not what you do but who you are when you're doing it ( miserable minded? loving minded?) on the absolute plain, which surrounds us as water does a fish - we live and breath in it without even thinking about it.

blah blah blah

2010-03-27T21:04:00.000-07:00

Evolutionarily we know we are all one. it is perfect ie each moment is as it is once it has happened.(perfecit L it has happened)

Time is perceived through a relative human perspective. In the absolute all time is NOW. I serve the absolute ( the artist formerly/formally known as God) . I am the excited novice who says "i get it , i get it, the mountain is the body of buddha" to whom the teacher replies, "yes, but it's a pity to say so".

2010-03-27T19:37:00.000-07:00

Thinking about being - contemplation.Not thinking - meditation.Thinking about being where I am not e.g. at any other place offering human enjoyment/ in meditation/ in Paris
Getting stuck in thinking about where I am not is/is not contemplation when that is where I am and I am aware of that.
I am learning how to accept WHATEVER is as how it is meant to be, even if, on the relative human plane, Myself second guesses and kicks me.
Absolutely ( on the soul plane he heh) i am it is we are exactly one as we are perfect.
good and bad being relative and pre-evolvedly human.
( perfect comes from Perfecit - it is finished. Every moment is always now and always finished -no sooner recognised than finished. The perfection in the moment - blah blah blah - to talk about it is BORING but i cant help myself.MY RELATIVE SELF IS SERVING THE ABSOLUTE.) Wandering around the park at sunset which was very beautiful thinking of the event i was not attending. I just wont let myself have that kind of a good time i guess. i had a very intense time on my own and on the phone to one person. I feel that i am discovering that i have a reason to be as i am -that my life DOES serve the greater good and that i can serve better by accepting who I am. I dont care if that's true or not, it is just a belief in my universe - it doesn't have to be in yours.
THE EVOLVED HUMAN IS ALL OF US WHO SEE THAT THE WORLD SITUATION IS PERFECTLY FUCKED UP, AND WHO WANT TO HELP. HEY ONE TENT GUYS.!

compassion , joy. Nigeria

2010-01-24T14:38:00.000-08:00

This picture is about oil wells in Nigeria. Some children have never seen darkness because of the flares. The women are doing their washing with flares and oil in the background of their once beautiful land. Ken Sarowiwa died because he was raising the consciousness of the oppressed - that's us guys - we need to understand our solidarity with those whose oppression is dire. The stealing of our communal wealth and spirit have not yet hurt enough of us to create solidarity with those who are oppressed by the same system. Because we still feel its benefits. What are we to do? We go on living, as do the poor and dispossessed. The tide of human history rolls on inexorably, day follows day, what we are doing is part of that flow. Let us keep working as we are doing, and feel our strength and our solidarity. We shall change the system from the bottom up - or die trying. Rock on !

MChance: Everything is consciousness.

To be conscious is to be aware of "other".

Consciousness is not just of the mind, or being in the mind or being a thinking being.

Consciousness is the plant being aware of the sun and growing towards it and its roots searching for water and minerals.

Consciousness is above all awareness of that which is not yourself (as it is incarnated in a body of leaf or flower or flesh).

The consciousness of rock is the consciousness of dust which is the material basis of all living things.

The consciousness of dust is the consciousness of potential.

With this view subject and object become interpenetrating.

Everything dissolves into the other because nothing exists without conscious awareness.

Death is the return to the unconscious potential of the unnameable All, the Dark Matter which physicists say comprises most of the universe and which we return to each night.

Consciousness is the light, the lit surface of the universe

and the energy required to shine that light is enormous.

We have the potential to shine light on the world but it requires dedication and energy to do it.

The consensual reality is very powerful. We live in a consensual reality which is reductive and materialistic,

one which is based on reason and logic rather than feeling.

In a user pays universe, compassion is not a salable commodity and therefore has no commercial value

so it is squeezed out and pushed down into the unconscious and waits there for us to rediscover it.

I pull it out each morning's ritual and as I read the paper and its daily litany of global and local suffering

compassion.

EMitchell:Consciousness is a-borning - it is in the children - an awareness of how we are all connected, we create the interpretation of sounds and sights. They are part of our own reality, and then gradually we learn to forget our own beautiful reality in order to fit in with the consensual . Let us support each persons' own vision and version while not losing sight of the consensual necessary to make our lives function. There can be different interpretations of the same "facts on the ground" - the consensual and the individual. We are permitted.!

Stories of witches, imps, wild women, wolves , consciousness in dolls, consciousness in matter, consciousness in cats - all can be so much more than consensual allows. Each can explore the realms for themselves because it is not a place requiring consensuality - simply permission.

We will learn to juggle and spin the many realities even as we move in the consensual.

we will comprehend where others are - their soul reality - even if they arent fully aware themselves, becos we will see and look for that of love or that of soulconsciousness in each one.

And we will find links and connections in everything.

joy.

mimi Calockalocka in Winter outfit

2010-01-23T18:40:00.000-08:00

Mimi - my skeleton. i dress myself, i dress the memento mori.

"Was wirklicher ist als sterben?" - Knowing that death embraces us all - more than half in love with easeful death - yeah so the body begins to break down, and i feel once again that i walk towards the darkness of the great woman of night, Hine Nui te Po. Will i be able to steal her fire and escape again, turn again and walk away from death and age towards her knobbly knees, or with the realisation that her darkness awaits me will i feel free in this moment to do as i choose. which is to tell myself the story that i believe in? Oh and i am telling this story with so many of us, all of us with our own version and our own part, the collaborative, assistive, connective, complex story which is not simple and yet is as simple as breathing. love love love - all we need.

in Balance with this HOPE

2010-01-03T15:26:00.000-08:00

Obama poster fades on wall of shed.

HOPE. huh

Hope wasnt enough my brothers and sisters, we must also act.

in the work of maori poet, Hone Tuwhare , I encounter the expression, " Was wirklicher is als sterben" ( which i think without looking up , means "what is more real than to die".

Really.

Our entire life is our action.Our life is our work and it is our play, do we make it hell or heaven - a bit of both of course , because we are partly human.

Those incredibly precise germans also used the phrase

ARBEIT MACHTS FREI.

only , in a very jewish way , they did not realise that it is not a segregated phrase.

work in a prison is the play and the labour , the very action of the divine, just as the lives outside the prison are also. For our life is our action. Our action balances or manIfests hope.

sweet jesus, its all too much for me.

the objective correlative would be to take my glovefinger between my teeth, and start the separation

oh my gosh i just did

just as, although the jews are chosen, they are not the only ones.

love

2009-12-18T22:49:00.000-08:00

Exuma gives this message,"tell the people to stop worrying, tell the people to love".

i need to grok that myself. certainly it can be seen as the "divine thing" game - a shell game for sure - but still it says "your prayers are answered". ok so after I have finished writing this my prayers will be answered - that's my scenario.

dorothee said to me of me.

"you want to tell".

And indeed i do, and in fact - am.

yes I am telling this story now here .

Each moment has its own characterisation - this moment is the tortured clam - you know when you just cant get it open and it is inside.

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I am the interface between innerspace and outer space. they are equally extensive .

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This is the beloved delusionary moment. It's a bit scary right now. I am asking for permission to go on breathing. all is permitted. stop worrying! love!

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why would we say life sucks unless we werent living it to the full in all its complexities , anxieties, pain and gifts.

living it to the full? knowing that we have been here before, that human kind is always telling this story , that there is always a quisling this time joe liebermann, it is always difficult and beautiful.

and out of pain a terrible beauty is born ( to quote yeats) my terrible beauty is still this work in progress and tonight is a painful one although i love to write my thoughts - i am not sharing them all with you. ( who? me? what? terrible beauty? i use those words in conjunction with Me?? who do i think i am?)

cognitive dissonance is fffing uncomfortable. in this case to have two belief systems which are contradictory. Dorothee told me, just because i do not see it the way you do , does not mean your point is invalid.

In this case the argument is with myself - it pretty durn difficult but i am encouraged by Nils the Bohr and the truth of opposites - of a great truth the opposite is also true.

intelligence and consciousness exists as a separate entity than ego and it doesnt.

It is wonderful to know that intelligence has lived before, and lives in me ( strains of lion king in my mind , exultation {it} "lives in me"), this thought carried to a logical conclusion makes death seem unimportant

the very inability of this thought to be thought without a brain is another thing

but the thought can be thought without me, but i will not be able to think it without me, that is i elizabeth will not be able to think any thought if my brain is dead.

but when i take a long term perspective i dont really care, but then i face death or its less pleasant alternatives and begin to ask very hard to be permitted to keep on living.

"a hanging in the morning really focuses the mind"

2 Poems

2009-12-15T09:54:00.000-08:00

Poem for My Adopted Country.

To the people of Obama, as the Black Caucasian.

We are White like Obama is White - we are of the white race, we have white blood in us.

I am Maori like Hone Heke - the land of our birth is Maoriland - Ao Tea Roa - New Zealand.

I am American like Elvis, the King - I adopted America.

I am Inclusive like Liberty herself, who belongs to all without exclusion.

{100% black - you are African, or like me, an adoptive american}

{born in America - you are American like Sacajawea - the spirit of this land nourished your birth).

For Wiki

Uncovering the Inner Child ©

This art form teaches us

Whether we are exocarnalic

( youth, fleshy on the outside)

endocarnalic

( young in mind - still learning - while the body ages :

fools and sages.)

he told me i was the glue

2009-12-13T15:02:00.000-08:00

his words have consoled me and helped me on my own journey. despite my frequent whining in fact because of it , i feel this inclination to express appreciation for my husband.

relationships are reciprocal. i get the life i create, not always what i thought i wanted but what i need.

celebration . we both hung out with our own separate circles today. my love flows virtuously and generously if sometimes kinda mixed up. :)

The story of ten ton tilly

2009-12-13T13:50:00.000-08:00

hello my name is ten ton tilly. i went biking in the park and we came to a bridge that said 27 ton max.

" Hey hey",

i yelled meanly to thirty ton milly, my sister.

" yuh caan't go."

"huh",

she replied,

" watch this. "

She rode onto the bridge, continuing ,

"You know those diapers that say 'holds up to 15lb' ........ well ive heard it said they dont hold that much, (yuk,yuk =l.o.l.)

'cept everysingle time i needed 'em to they came thru for me. Oi've always known me fat is favored. ".

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what is it about fat that worries us. ? it suggests a certain sluggishness of the brain but that is not necessarily a true suggestion.

Poem for my zaftig sisters:

the gentle roll of my hips is dolphins playing

my body is a chaise longue made of clouds;

in the opposition of bone and flesh, i epitomise endomorphic softness,

polar to prickly bony angular ectomorphic you.

Median mesomorphs can see and say " i am soft And sharp ,wiggly And straight, prickly And gooey( alan watts ) , paramoecium And amoeba."

we all have a role. tho as ten ton tilly i pine to be mesomorphic and so i vomit up my consciousness of fat; whether it is my fat or, anorexically, that of my other hated and despised endomorphic sisters that bothers me.

When we learn to love who we are we are no longer bothered by the subject. Introducing ourself as who we are, we step forward and say this moment is mine.

Debbi's

2009-12-05T17:14:00.000-08:00

This image, painted on silk ( c 4'6" x 3'8"), was commissioned for Debbi. I made a composite image using photos of works she owns which are in the space where this piece is to hang.

ForbIDden Eden: for E - ID; for Eid?

2009-12-05T16:37:00.000-08:00

E id - End point identifier - a term in delay-tolerant networking.

Eid - muslim - festival, feast

forbidden eden - having non consensensual thoughts.

I network or knit meaning into my thoughts which include a reality not yet present.

I enjoy this although it is painful. I feel both alone and well accompanied.

eg by timothy mcsweeney -" as voice,voice as noose, noose as form, form as decoy, decoy as crutch, crutch as truth, truth as voice, voice as noose, "etc

- my story about talking to a reality not yet present ( thoughts = a conversation in my head) : my "voice" weaves a noose of non sense

I love the shape of the story i tell myself : the noose of nonsense takes life -form - materialises in my imagination i.e. how i see reality

this story - form is a decoy a distraction from hard cold reality - getting stuff done, real life money job communication

this distraction from reality becomes a crutch, an escape

this escape becomes my reality - the story i tell myself - in the words of the surrealist, Elizabeth Id, " i choose my own reality" - the crutch has become my truth

i tell you my truth:

I network or knit meaning into my thoughts which include a reality not yet present.

I enjoy this although it is painful. I feel both alone and well accompanied.

I feel alone when failing to communicate with those who choose to "let the mystery be" ( Iris dement sings those words so well), I feel well accompanied when i read or speak to others with whom i appear to have thoughts in common.

my letter to the editor . november 09

2009-11-12T18:32:00.000-08:00

American Spirit - 2 Recent Events

Dear sir,

Two somewhat related news events prompt me to write you - the Fort Hood massacre and the use of the steel from the twin towers to make a memorial.

Unfortunately for the Muslim community, the first act has added much more to the average American perspective on Muslims than the daily acts of Muslims who do their best to live up to their five tenets of faith. After this horror, my friend Linda helped out a Muslim group distributing food to the homeless, to experience who Muslims really are. Similarly to Christianity, caring for the poor is one of the five pillars of Islam whose aim is: “the establishment of a just social order which would totally reflect the guidance of God.” ( ref: website Beautiful Islam.)

Feeling compelled to discuss these news events, I spoke to strangers. I fell in step with a couple taking an evening stroll in the park, and asked them if they’d mind - what did they think of making a memorial out of the steel of the twin towers. They suggested I ask the relatives of those who died. The man began to enthuse about the idea of a peace memorial like the Washington wall, or a construction where the relatives could have each a space to make a memorial, e.g. a glass topped box with photo and mementoes, or a photographic image like in the old cemeteries. It was a beautiful idea,

When I told them about the USS New York,the Navy's newest amphibious assault ship, built with 24 tons of scrap steel from the World Trade Center., he said, shocked,

“That’s disrespectful!”

I suggested another perspective I have heard: “It will show ‘em we wont put up with terrorism”.

“Whoa!” said his wife, “That’s the mindset of the people in power these days..... Why doesnt the United Nations work ? There’s an attitude of non-cooperation. They need to get together and listen to each other and make a compromise or we’ll never have peace..... Too much testosterone there! ... It’s not a male/ female thing ... it’s an attitude.”

I want the world to know my America where people of all creeds and all colors get along. Where tolerance is a virtue and cooperation a given.

Just as most of our media demonizes Muslims, their media can find ample opportunities to demonize us. The deranged Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan and the thousands of others who read only about death and destruction created by American bombs develop an interpretation of our actions as hateful and requiring retribution. Much of our foreign policy fertilizes the soil in which terrorism is bred. Much of our media fosters hatred and ignorance. One blogger in the stream of positive reactions to the USS New York dubbed it the Avenging Angel.

I am reminded of Mark Twain’s story of the wise man who comes into a church service where the people are praying for victory in war. The grey beard reminds them that they are in fact praying for destruction of the hopes and dreams of families like themselves, death to other sons and brothers, the spoiling of the wealth of a nation.

We must take action for peace. War is money. Far from turning our swords into ploughshares, symbolically the USS New York turns our wounds into a goad to perpetuate the cycle of revenge. What shall we do? Prepare for another round or talk to our neighbors so we may strengthen our common sense of decency and create the possibility of peace. I am a Quaker. I believe "There is no way to peace. Peace is the way." " You can bomb the world to pieces but you cant bomb it into peace". People of all faiths and people of common sense - we must make ourselves heard.

elizabeth e mitchell

cafe nola story redit

2009-07-04T03:14:00.000-07:00

thought id better add a picture too.

Sweet Jesus. .

Ruth performed at an open mike. She got asked to return and it seemed to go off well. She got lots of positive feedback.On a performer’s high , she continued her ad lib song, her rap, her crap, her beat in her feet, as she walked, singing and rhythmically swinging along to the drug store parking lot where she remembered parking her car. The sign said :

Walgreen’s Customer Parking. 30 min limit. Unauthorised vehicles will be towed. She remembered thinking ," i will just go for half an hour or check if its ok to park here seeing walgreens must be closing soon- its after ten already."but she had stayed much longer than half an hour.

There were two cars at the other end of the parking lot but hers was not in sight. A colored man on a bicycle rode past. I didnt say if he was colored black or white mind.

A man on a bicycle rode past as Ruth considered her options,

husband out of town,

most generous person to beg a favor from rumored to be sinking into an alchoholic stupor.

NO DUJKING PHONE NUMBER ON THE SIGN.!!!

She recalled having been towed once before.

This present Now challenged her philosophy. She dealt with the moment less smilingly than before, certainly, and the song was DOA on her lips. Gripping her bag and her spirits tightly, Ruth turned to hurry to the CafeNola - this oh so cool venue where she had felt part of the hip happening scene, cos the performances were stellar and she had been around the block more than once. i.e she Knew.

She would ask if they knew which number to call. She could get a taxi to the impound - if they were open. fourth of july weekend. She remembered the horrendous dollars charged per day and the hoops required to be jumped through last time her man had rescued her in this predicament.

Coming around the corner, she saw the folks leaving the cafe. A group of youngsters was standing in the parking lot. She recognised the gorgeous smile of the peachbrown dude in the green t shirt, the black haired kid with the chunky hair cut and appealing stockiness, whose performance had wowed her earlier. There was a slender youth with a yellow Tshirt imprinted HUR LEY HUR LEY

There was ‘a young woman’ ( formerly known as ‘a virgin’ in the days Before Christo. like Mary y’know. There is just one word for ‘young girl”and for “virgin’ in the old book . )

And behind them all was a white vehicle which Ruth recognised with increasing joy as her own.

“Sweet jesus - goldfish mind.

Sweet jesus - oh yes i find

myself

calling Thyy name after thou hast solved my problem.”

Ruth’s voice rang across the parking lot with an exultant elevation.

It’s Ruth solo. Ruth created and Ruth solved this incredibly emotional storm. Seeing the Sign had been sufficient warning to encourage her to go around the Walgreens and into the Cafe Nola parking lot from a different direction, thus opening a parking space to her so many hours earlier.

My Racing Man

2009-07-04T02:52:00.000-07:00

i know how it is to feel crucified by how i am. May the young already have the confidence that comes with growing a thick skin because of suffering transcended - without having lost the beauty of their youth. Youth's beauty is not always and not only the fresh skin and the lissome body, it is also the closeness to the source - you are still trailing clouds of glory.Pain transcended keeps the glory alive in you - gives you a vivid part in the story, can help you to comprehend the hero's journey within your own life.

the dear racing man would probably prefer not to be associated with the above waffle, however his picture was included by me on the day that the above text was posted. This text, subsequently - today - appended.

me Jah Da har i.e. and Olga, at Wmnf

2009-07-04T01:11:00.000-07:00

http://wmnf.org/programs/255

my interview - art in your ear. 7/3/09

2009-04-27T06:38:00.001-07:00

the consolations of philosophy remind me to think of experiencing being.my left mind analyses with stories and science, my brain is one . it can cope with with stories and science.my right mind grooves on it.:

Mimi Calockalocka in Winter

2009-04-27T06:16:00.000-07:00

Bone Consciousness.

Breath.

What is your skeleton doing now? - it is making movements that are part of a repertoire of movements the human skeleton has made since it's inception and before.

Inhale deeply , release consciousness into an awareness of your bones.

It's just yoga, its just my effort to explain to rationalists why i believe and deeply love the experience of spirit.

Spirit is consciousness.

Stories help us perceive what is beyond comprehension.

20th C rational science is not the be all and end all of knowledge.

Am i arguing with anyone here? or just with my own upbringing.

Thankyou for your patience and I'll appreciate any commentary. e

she welcomes us all

2009-04-26T15:20:00.000-07:00

all are accepted into the promised land . oh yes death is promised to us all. that is one way we cross "the threshold where the two worlds meet",

Having crossed that threshold we enter the wormhole again to return here and forget that the alien, the soul in us, has been here - to earth - before though not in this body.

personal memory is in the flesh. in bone consciousness, consciousness of ones bones,

one can discover an awareness of what it is to have been here before.

the bones are the birthplace of blood.( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hematopoiesis)

blessed be the bringers of knowledge for they shall bear the slings and arrows of outraged rationalists,

blessed be the story tellers for they have inherited paradise.

the gates are never closed.

mimi in a short skirt

2008-09-20T15:37:00.000-07:00

"i just cant lose weight. Just look at these hips!! But thanks Angelika for my new leather bag."

Self portrait: ChipmunkScreaming, Beetle Dreaming

2008-08-31T11:44:00.000-07:00

In the middle of the night, stirring and unrestful, i stretched and felt the horns ( stone crab claws, well baked by the sun). I scream for the chipmunk, i dream for the beetle.

Dreaming - dreaming - that term of aboriginal significance is elucidated in Voices of the First Day. ( ABEbooks.com will find most books for you at a fraction of the price.)

Parrots of North Carolina - $200 ea framed, $350 pr

2008-08-31T11:15:00.000-07:00

Here i am still trying to figure out blogging, why there is a huge title sometimes or underlining and then it goes away or doesnt. Here you see a pair of parrot paintings, they are framed without glass, in gold frame with a greenish inset, and are about 24 x20 inches. They are available!! Call me - 813 239 3549. :)

Butternut Squash after the great Jamie O

2008-08-31T11:06:00.000-07:00

peel and chunk the squash. add a tin of coconut milk. some harissa or hot spice, sprinkle with Thai pickle juice ( or any spicy stuff that has little pretty red bits of pepper in it), chop over some chives or spring onions or anything fine and green - how about some of the lawn grass if you havent used bug spray on it). Put a piece of wet greaseproof paper over the top (called wax paper here - stateside)

or aluminium foil , bake for 30 - 40 min in hot oven ,about 400*. it looks real pretty. you can add wine too, and coriander seeds. Experimenting is fun.

mimi CaLockalaca goes out on the town

2008-08-30T17:10:00.000-07:00

2008-08-17T12:28:00.000-07:00

The Moon is my Mirror says Pomba Gira.

2008-08-17T12:19:00.000-07:00

i am talking for her. She says I am XU, I carry a sickle. you see it in the sky some nights.

I am Pomba Gira, I look at myself in my mirror and see your head. Sometimes between my finger and thumbs, Sometimes the glint in my eye, I love to look at myself in my mirror. i say i Bask in my thought crime.

2008-08-10T14:57:00.000-07:00

I think The Meme of Now is a great description of the thing that is more than us. Meme being the totality of the concept of something, thus the meme of me is me and everyone's idea of me, and all my actions inputs, effects, energies. etc; an enormous and yet finite thing.

The MEME of NOW however, is not finite, because now is never finished is always with us , in us, around us, before us and after us as well as including us. And it includes all our concepts and ideas of itself. Omnipotent Allmighty great goddess and Gaia being some of them.

The Grand Panjandrum aka the Meme of Now

2008-08-07T18:27:00.000-07:00

all is as it is. so immediate. so clever. so beautiful. so lonely on the outside from within.

so crowded on the inside from without.

so perfectly just right from goldilocks Point of View.

pont plus i,.

bridge plus i = point (Pont FR bridge - sur le pont d"avignon)

Myself on the french bridge walking one clear blue sky day when a small dog white as the puff of cloud in the sky zipped like the deadly rabbit in monty python's Holy Grail '

- zipped, he did , and bit me.

Where is the perfection in getting a dog bite on a bridge in france?

We shall not know we cannot tell until we get to the end

until we get there

ere long

and do we long to get there

then we know we are here cos we got thee + r

there = hypothetically that is

boddhisattva cafe, death star canteen.

whether you grok or not I am.

2008-08-02T16:19:00.000-07:00

i gave her life . Before, she was undifferentiated potential until i clothed her. Our relationship is reciprocal. She reminds me of my bones, my spine so unitary and yet a multitude of bones, my legbones covered with flesh, as gaia's rolling hills are clothed in green.

I give her life and she lives in me. Consciousness is all. All....ahhhh.

2008-07-31T19:56:00.000-07:00

I love that her name - Calacalaca - the one with chattering teeth, is written by me as

CaLOCKalaca. Here i combine her with Chronos -Time who ate his children.

Chronos - a male concept of God ate his children, god gets Abraham to offer to repeat the feat, and then does it himself. Equating eat with kill - after all its dead once you eat it , right? Equating kill with not preventing death.

Death of course is La Sancta Muerte, holy mother death, Tia MAAT, aunty death, Nut, goddess of night, Hine Nui Te Po - Great woman of the darkness, XU - death and devil in male guise, Coatlicue, Mary - In Mexico the godess / holy mother is combined with this skeleton representing death , Death the merciful. Death who accepts all, Death who perfects life, oh jah jah. Like the early worm becomes the bird, when Time eats us we go into the arms of death and become one with life and death, just as we are now. Aware.

Mi CaLOCKaloca

2008-07-31T19:31:00.000-07:00

here she is, my dear Mimi CaLOCKalaca. I felt like the shoemaker and the elves as i made her green felt boots. She reminds me to remember my bones - bones carry our species memory, flesh carries our personal memory. when i do yoga rmembering my bones helps my knowledge of balance - because the spine is unitary . well lots of vertebra making one thing. Duality needs to be transcended which does not mean denied. :)

2008-07-19T06:06:00.000-07:00

a cafe, . a silk painting of a cafe,. the dress in the back is made of fabric that says $71,oooooo. Some huge figure like that is being spent on death and destruction with the permission of all of us together, because not enough of us tried to stop it . So where is the GOOD: The good is in us who try, and struggle, who define greed by our generosity, define hope by our persistence in hoping despite the current inequities, we who define tolerance by our willingness to see the good in others, and to welcome them into this happy band of believers. And what do we believe in, we believe in living and let live, carefully evaluating when we have a right or need to tell others what to do, doing it ourselves when it comes to voting - for our representatives are our hands and feet and voices in government. Luchar es dignitad.

2008-07-19T05:52:00.000-07:00

Hello rare and delightful audience. HOW DId you find me? These pictures represent some of the work i have been doing for the past twenty years. Some represent the gorgeous natural world, or the world of humans having fun, and some are political or philosphical pieces. now i must add a cafe picture so i will have covered all my bases. of course it will be above this one so this thought process goes in a sort of window through time in the other direction than it was created, hmmm just like the sun's image is made smaller to enter our eye and then becomes larger inside our head although not as large as reality .

HmmmHmmm - that applies to the "Son" and our mind's eye too , i think.

2008-07-19T05:36:00.000-07:00

This painting was commissioned for the local ACLU branch. We have one who looks somewhat like a monkey attacking her flame with a fire extinguisher, another with the Patriot Act in his wings attempting to burn the Bill of Rights. Then there are the small but plentiful defending angels working on the causes of free speech and human rights along with the ACLU. Meanwhile the dear flag wrapped populace gaze upon TV seeing nothing hearing nothing speaking nothing about the drama that goes on around them.

2008-07-19T05:21:00.000-07:00

Does this picture speak for itself?

Cant make an omelette without breaking eggs? The cosmic egg of unified being and all potential had to break into the many thousand things and here we all are, the good the bad and the ugly, the ever unfolding manifestation of unity in diversity.

How would nobility exist without crappy characteristics to define it by being other?

Here in the world of duality created by our two eyes two hands etc what matters is to grow perfection within imperfection, to see perfection within imperfection. It is an endless joyous task, for it is never finished until "perfecit" it is ended.

2008-07-11T18:41:00.000-07:00

Grilled Vegetables - mmm. Cut in chunks, ( a little smaller than shown here), pour over some olive oil and sprinkle with salt, a little pepper. Bake med for 40 min. mmm mmm mmm

2008-07-11T18:19:00.000-07:00

A silk painting of Hibiscus on a white picket fence, inspired by days in Key West, Fl.