<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:28.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orangedoorhinge</title><subtitle type='html'>meta-personal politics:      
In the last kiss that mattered, what did you say?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-2043776035252501837</id><published>2007-11-07T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:30:55.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be on the face of the Earth</title><content type='html'>have you ever met a drug-addicted beautiful spirit living in the street? I have---in my line of work, I've met a few. More rare is one who is truly peaceful and takes responsibility for his/her actions. These people also exist, it's true. And when one of them becomes one of my students in the process of getting free from their addiction, it's hard not to want that for them---but it never works that way. Anything that I want for this person just messes them up more.&lt;br /&gt;Like the one I've been working with lately, so hard not to want him to not have to suffer anymore. But what is the truth of his journey? Maybe he is too light for this place and though his spirit is scoping out the Earth, perhaps he will choose not to be anchored here. My encouraging him to succeed would be misguided, substituting a piece of my soul, my desire, for his.&lt;br /&gt;The very deepest connotation that we have of human is to be humane. That is the human spirit---our offering to the universe. How does one become humane? Alas, how can it be done without experiencing inhumane?  Having to change one to the other creates the energy of compassion again and again in a continual stream.&lt;br /&gt;But this is brutal work sometimes, as we all know, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. So, my friend, using your drug addiction to shield yourself from the pain of this place, although suffering all the more living on the street and hungry, know that I will not wish you chained here unless you yourself accept those chains willingly. Be a bird of the night sky and fly free if that is where you truly want to be, beyond this garden of despair and hope, cruelty and love.&lt;br /&gt;Terra/ Tara--- our earth is the embodiment of compassion. This is the Goddess/Spirit of our being here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-2043776035252501837?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/2043776035252501837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=2043776035252501837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2043776035252501837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2043776035252501837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-be-or-not-to-be-on-face-of-earth.html' title='to be or not to be on the face of the Earth'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-1382173627767979231</id><published>2007-10-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:57:53.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the politics of abused children</title><content type='html'>Why did I ever let the MInistry of Children and Families convince me that I should call their "special" helpline to report abuse of children? It turns out that their commitment is to investigate within &lt;em&gt;30 days and they're not even managing within 90 days. &lt;/em&gt;Next time I'm calling the cops. That way children who are being physically or sexually assaulted will have the same rights as everyone else---to have the crimes against them investigated right away! I am not responsible for proving that a crime is being committed; that's up to those trained in law investigation and enforcement. As a citizen I simply have to report when I have good reason to believe a crime is being committed; it's the same as when I hear someone screaming in the middle of the night (or possibly day.)&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever believe it was O.K. for any government department to be the the only ones investigating their own decisions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-1382173627767979231?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/1382173627767979231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=1382173627767979231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/1382173627767979231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/1382173627767979231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/10/politics-of-abused-children.html' title='the politics of abused children'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-3160601587009752301</id><published>2007-09-17T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:40:31.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's the alien now?</title><content type='html'>Out in space two alien forms are speaking with each other. The first spaceman says, "The dominant life forms on the earth planet have developed satellite-based weapons." The second alien, who looks exactly like the first, asks, "Are they an emerging intelligence?" The first spaceman says, "I don't think so...They have them aimed at themselves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-3160601587009752301?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/3160601587009752301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=3160601587009752301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/3160601587009752301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/3160601587009752301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/09/whose-alien-now.html' title='who&apos;s the alien now?'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-2635571633154797815</id><published>2007-07-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:54:06.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four and a half years ago I asked someone if he'd heard of a Swami Radha who I said was still with him (on a spiritual level.) I'd never heard of her; I thought Swami Radha was a man who was a teacher from/in India. Now I sleep with her most prized possession beside me. The level of synchronicity in my life demonstrates to me that there is definitely a level of organization beyond what we acknowledge in the society I grew up in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-2635571633154797815?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/2635571633154797815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=2635571633154797815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2635571633154797815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2635571633154797815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/07/four-and-half-years-ago-i-asked-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-2836097709071398474</id><published>2007-07-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:47:10.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the f word: forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;The h word: heaven&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for saving me from a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Bristol and Glastonbury and London too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-2836097709071398474?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/2836097709071398474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=2836097709071398474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2836097709071398474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/2836097709071398474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/07/f-word-forgiveness-h-word-heaven-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-1531645400745696914</id><published>2007-07-29T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:43:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicholas, Duck! Why didn't anyone see it coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-1531645400745696914?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/1531645400745696914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=1531645400745696914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/1531645400745696914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/1531645400745696914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/07/nicholas-duck-why-didnt-anyone-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-530705576866707093</id><published>2007-04-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:51:08.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up to your morning alarm!</title><content type='html'>Alarm: fear, panic, distress and that's the way we're cued to start our day, adrenal rush: will I make it, will I make it on time, will I be presentable? don't ever unwind until your ready to submerge your mind into unconsciousness at day's end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-530705576866707093?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/530705576866707093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=530705576866707093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/530705576866707093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/530705576866707093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/04/wake-up-to-your-morning-alarm.html' title='wake up to your morning alarm!'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-549471251591554888</id><published>2007-02-09T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:35:43.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the opposite of hate is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and while we're at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the root of all evil is....?  Money? the lack of money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as a fellow writer of mine would have it: love is the root of all evil. His reasoning? If we didn't love, we wouldn't hate.&lt;br /&gt;aahhh...but isn't that confusing desire with love...?  I think that if we didn't desire power we wouldn't hate... so, possibly the intense desire for power that we shoudn't have (power over others) is the root of all evil and the cause of hate.... thus making contentment the opposite of hate.&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that love has no opposite&lt;br /&gt;loneliness is not the opposite of love (if anything love lends itself to expression in loneliness), and separation is not the opposite of love (it's even been said that it increases love, or at least one's appreciation of love.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-549471251591554888?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/549471251591554888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=549471251591554888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/549471251591554888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/549471251591554888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-opposite-of-hate-is.html' title='and the opposite of hate is...'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-3308046953446134601</id><published>2007-01-04T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:40:33.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today like there's no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>that's how it is when the crux comes to bear, when the shit hits the fan, when the ball is in your court and comin' way too fast; this is how it is when the hard knocks of this is how it is according to you fall on your head&lt;br /&gt;This is how it is when it is how I THINK IT IS&lt;br /&gt;WHERE NO NO GOOD GOD LUCK COMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth night after the Ascenscion of St. Germaine to the central sun of causality for our solar system---synchro systems&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not celebrating? &lt;br /&gt;yeah, I am going to go sing and light a fire and do good things and think with my soul and not just my head&lt;br /&gt;today like there's no tomorrow I need fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-3308046953446134601?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/3308046953446134601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=3308046953446134601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/3308046953446134601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/3308046953446134601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-like-thers-not-tomorrow.html' title='today like there&apos;s no tomorrow'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-114922429418910604</id><published>2006-06-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:06:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>compassion fatigue</title><content type='html'>wandering down Granville Street on the way home from work and there are more poor people than ever with the truly desperate look in their eyes---I know from my work the effects of this government's policies of no longer including eyecare in health care so people can't even see to get a job, of not giving any bus passes so people don't have transportation to get a job or education or find housing etc. This is a government, supported by the majority of B.C.ers apparently, who as far as I can tell, think that helping people is for the weak; it's throwing good money away, wasting it on the undeserving. Who are the real losers?&lt;br /&gt;As I know well from my work there are compassionate and helpful, hardworking people among the poor and desperate and there are people who have nothing going on but their own self-interest and that's usually misguided (just like this government's policies are---creating far more problems by not dealing with them).&lt;br /&gt;How can I survive in such a world without being consumed by frustrated rage at the selfishness, or having my heart torn out at the needless suffering?&lt;br /&gt;And aren't these questions as common as the dust?&lt;br /&gt;and lead inevitably to the question---does g-d exist, and if g-d exists, how can such suffering exist? But imagine g-d is a verb, not a thing, but "a great illimitable happening" ;therefore, compassion is always being, must be being created anew as part of the nature of g-d&lt;br /&gt;/godding/godessingg/godsing. And any lack of compassion on our part is simply dis-ease in the body of g-des.&lt;br /&gt;If we help each other to move out of suffering then we are creating the milk of human kindness which is a part of the compassion of All that Is. We can't solve the need to create compassion, we might not even be able to eliminate poverty, we can only respond to the need in the best way that we can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-114922429418910604?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/114922429418910604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=114922429418910604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114922429418910604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114922429418910604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/06/compassion-fatigue.html' title='compassion fatigue'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-114756855483714096</id><published>2006-05-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:02:34.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th dimension travel cuts</title><content type='html'>if we think of this space/time as a moving conveyor belt than stepping onto another one by changing our angle slightly is traveling fifth dimensionally... sometimes the juncture is so smooth we don't even notice, sometimes we have to consciously change our attitude (beliefs/reaction) so that our angle of approach to the runway changes and instead of being stuck in a fog we can take off for our true destination.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the conveyor belt just became a runway; hey sisters and brothers this is star travel we are talking about (5 dime/pentagon time)&lt;br /&gt;ever have a blow-out with someone you love, and then you get uplifted some way, just like the clouds clearing, and later you look back and wonder what that was all about---that version of reality doesn't even seem likely or believeable anymore. Or your luck suddenly changes, or could be what seemed to be a deadend suddenly opens up into a new vista, it's all 5 time. What happened could be you got picked up while hitch hiking, a little cosmic grace ride, or maybe you or someone close to you provided the wings.&lt;br /&gt;5th dimensional travel---the shortcut to where you want to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-114756855483714096?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/114756855483714096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=114756855483714096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114756855483714096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114756855483714096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/05/5th-dimension-travel-cuts.html' title='5th dimension travel cuts'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-114551666906240814</id><published>2006-04-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:04:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to wear</title><content type='html'>With a white linen suit, I am very tempted to wear a large round summer sunhat---perhaps I shall, for lunch. Otherwise, I think a veil, not for the veiling effect but to trail down the back of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't figured out how to solve the need for gold and jewels to wear in order to complete the outfit...&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall have to ask my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that I can write an utterly mundane blog despite the angels whirling round in my mind---the most important thing is that my soul and my mind should expand themselves to be large enough for me to be fully present in, and to do that I truly need to understand what a present this is to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of my most recent blogs seems to be reminders I need to post  to myself, but they may serve for others to bat around too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-114551666906240814?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/114551666906240814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=114551666906240814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114551666906240814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114551666906240814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-to-wear.html' title='What to wear'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-114498170445542927</id><published>2006-04-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:32:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there are angels like giant bears at the root of the arth</title><content type='html'>Well, you know what I mean don't you? One of the things I love about this is that there are people who have learned the frequency (vibration voice range/ sounds) to communicate with them; I notice, however, that some of the people I've heard who can do this seem to have no idea what they are doing and do it just because it sounds cool. Wonder what would happenif we really learned to talk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-114498170445542927?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/114498170445542927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=114498170445542927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114498170445542927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/114498170445542927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-angels-like-giant-bears-at.html' title='there are angels like giant bears at the root of the arth'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-113980866996657381</id><published>2006-02-12T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:21:12.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive always claimed my face looks better if viewed in more than three dimensions; likewise, if you ask me, my life makes very little sense seen from the point of view of only four dimensions&lt;br /&gt;---give me five as the bare minimum if you want to try to understand what on earth I am up to!&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, we are all living more that one life at once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-113980866996657381?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/113980866996657381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=113980866996657381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113980866996657381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113980866996657381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-always-claimed-my-face-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-113693592648905410</id><published>2006-01-10T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:37:38.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>debate with geisha guygirl</title><content type='html'>having a debate with an acquaintance of mine who works as a "geisha" about what is or isn't degrading (she says it's her friends comments that her work is degrading that are degrading to her) leads me to the conclusion that what matters is whether you are doing something of your own free will. And I say we must all become Defenders of Our Free Will or we cowardly succumb to doing everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I publish this as a reminder to myself... and hereby award myself an initiation to the Order of True Love (because what we truly all want to do of course is what we love).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-113693592648905410?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/113693592648905410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=113693592648905410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113693592648905410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113693592648905410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2006/01/debate-with-geisha-guygirl.html' title='debate with geisha guygirl'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-113140697329061663</id><published>2005-11-07T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:42:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now attempting to bblog...in blogspace...unfolding personal communications capsule...what is a mind when it is not a mind? just fooling...threw that in because I thot it sounded kewl...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wander through my mind wondering about all the broken connections..are they really ever broken...by their very nature no, since we are them..but where do they go...swinging through space? for little space monkeys to drop by and travel on..whhheee&lt;br /&gt;fro those of you who thot I was going to get boring and entirely normalll and domesticated in my old age... I think the anszer is nnnnnnooohhhh, notice sense of humour getting weirder all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;space monkeys...you think your mind is entirely your own? no, it is a playground for little space monkeys...jumping around, looking for coco nuts and bananannas to peel. Our minds are porous really open on the inside even more than on the outside. Inside where the universe is free to be its truly amazingly expansive self, expanding through you...and me. Becoming bigger and more spacious all the time...breathe, sigh, breathe and feel it happening, take it in a little...sip by sip of so tintillating tasty tingling vvibrating real becoming...&lt;br /&gt;well it's Moonday...less spacey tomorrow. "hello I must be going and I only came to say, I heard your mMother calling but I must be on my way.... ooohhh, I remember it all from before&lt;br /&gt;why each precious flower, why each moment has its hour ...it's You, it's all true"&lt;br /&gt;(special prize to be awarded for identification of slightly garbled quote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-113140697329061663?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/113140697329061663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=113140697329061663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113140697329061663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/113140697329061663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-attempting-to-bblog.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-112033144862925500</id><published>2005-07-02T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:21:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the existence of the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;why does the universe exist? Theoretically matter and anti-matter would be created in equal amounts and cancel each other out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Likewise, in terms that make more sense to me, chaos and destruction could easily equal order and creation (I know what you're thinking---destruction could easily outstrip creation, boom, boom, boom, but with nothing to destroy, destruction is lost...right? and I know I'm never supposed to have one long dash without another but you figure out where I could've inserted one cuz I don't know!) Or at the very least the universe would exist just as a blip---created, destroyed, created, destroyed, created...---and I have heard it seriously posited that this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in any scenario, including our lives, I believe it is consciousness that makes the difference, that manages to shift the balance---consciousness creates a higher order or reality and consciousness is the urge within nothingness that always gives birth to somethingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, it seems to be that it is the process of consciousness (it should be a verb not a noun---consciousnessing, co-choice-sing?) that makes us capable of some level of free will (conscious co-operation in favour of consciousness or in the case of evil, not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am trying to say here is that without the hard work of consciousnesssing to create the joy, the zing, the clarity and understanding that consciousness brings nothing would exist or be worth existing for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-112033144862925500?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/112033144862925500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=112033144862925500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/112033144862925500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/112033144862925500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/07/existence-of-universe.html' title='the existence of the universe'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111565489786646849</id><published>2005-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:08:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>claimed by the shadow</title><content type='html'>as long as we do not claim our power, we are living in our own shadow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111565489786646849?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111565489786646849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111565489786646849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111565489786646849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111565489786646849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/05/claimed-by-shadow.html' title='claimed by the shadow'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111553592724551511</id><published>2005-05-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:10:31.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classic sci-fi quiz now up</title><content type='html'>The aim of the game is to identify the author and book, or short story (only one) that is quoted…classic sci-fi means no fantasy, and nothing that has not survived the test of time. I want to say that, sadly, Theodore Sturgeon is missing from this list; if anyone ever wants to donate me a copy of his novel “God’s Body”, then please do… Olaf Stapleton is likewise missing….The local libraries no longer seem to have these which leads me to think that we need a campaign to bring back classic speculative literature which is, after all, the literature of ideas….&lt;br /&gt;Also, I couldn’t get my hands or cursor on anything from Marg Piercy’s Woman on the Edge of Time, or Suzette Hagin Elgin’s Native Tongue, an amazing book revolving around the subject of linguistics and the power vested in the use of language.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you will find that this list is comprised of the tried and true and probably familiar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the show, this is it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own…as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.”&lt;br /&gt;2. “Bottle of mine, it's you I've always wanted!Bottle of mine, why was I ever decanted?Skies are blue inside of youThe weather's always fine;ForThere ain't no Bottle in all the worldLike that dear little Bottle of mine”&lt;br /&gt;3. "All men hate the wretched; how then, must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature, to whom thou art bound by ties only dissoluble by the annihilation of one of us."&lt;br /&gt;4. “We believe— it is only a theory— that the Overmind Is trying to grow, to extend its powers and its awareness of the universe. By now it must be the sum of many races, and long ago it left the tyranny of matter behind. It is conscious of intelligence, everywhere. When it knew that you were almost ready, it sent us here to do its bidding, to prepare you for the transformation that is now at hand.All the earlier changes your race has known took countless ages. But this is a transformation of the mind, not of the body. By the standards of evolution, it will be cataclysmic— instantaneous. It has already begun.”&lt;br /&gt;5. “Silently Brother Francis untied the package and unwrapped the original blueprint and the illuminated commemoration thereof…The robber’s craggy jaw dropped an inch. He whistled softly. “What a pretty! Now wouldn’t the woman like that to hang on the cabin wall!…What is it, the robber asked, a charm?”…Uh---Transistorized Control System for Unit Six-B,” the monk stammered.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman, it just doesn't seem right for you, somehow."&lt;br /&gt;7. “It is not my way to grant you any foreknowledge in these recordings, but it would be safe to indicate that what you have now achieved is merely a new balance---though one in which your position is considerably better. The Spiritual Power, while sufficient to ward off attacks of the Temporal, is not sufficient to attack in return. Because of the invariable growth of the counteracting force known as Regionalism, or Nationalism, the Spiritual Power cannot prevail.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “For we each of us deserve everything, every luxury that was ever piled in the tombs of the dead kings, and we each deserve nothing, not a mouthful of bread in hunger. Have we not eaten while another starved? Will you punish us for that? Will you reward us for the virtue of starving while others ate? … Free your mind of the idea of deserving, the idea of earning, and you will begin to be able to think.”&lt;br /&gt;9. “He became aware that there was another living creature in the room with him. A granddaddy longlegs was making a futile journey down from the ceiling, spinning as it went. Smith watched it with delight and wondered if it was a nestling form of man.”&lt;br /&gt;10. "Much that was called religion has carried an unconscious attitude of hostility toward life. True religion must teach that life is filled with joys pleasing to the eye of God, that knowledge without action is empty. All men must see that the teaching of religion by rules and rote is largely a hoax. The proper teaching is recognized with ease. You can know it without fail because it awakens within you that sensations which tells you this is something you've always known.”&lt;br /&gt;11. “Well, then, that is the thing at the top of all bodies---so fast that it is at rest, so truly body that it has ceased being body at all. But we will not talk of that. Start from where we are, Small One. The swiftest thing that touches our senses is light. We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge---the last thing we know before things become too swift for us. But the body of an eldil is a movement swift as light…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. “If you find your life tangled up with somebody else’s life for no very logical reasons, that person may be a member of your karass..."&lt;br /&gt;13. “For those stars were no stars at all! They were man-made objects---and very likely they were artifacts of those mysterious Southern ancestors. Perhaps they were even the actual vehicles that had brought those ancestors…in the beginning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "they'd put them in cages, and torment them with maze and electric-shock experiments, and kill a few for dissection, or maybe not bother killing them first. On his own land, if they did anything like that, he could do something about it...I'll have to remind you again, though, that you're to treat these little people with consideration..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111553592724551511?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111553592724551511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111553592724551511&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111553592724551511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111553592724551511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-sci-fi-quiz-now-up.html' title='classic sci-fi quiz now up'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111527403252639996</id><published>2005-05-04T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:20:32.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classic sci-fi quiz</title><content type='html'>to those whom I have promised this quiz... let it be known that the authors, books, and quotes have been found and will be published very soon (I picked classic for starters just to narrow the field a little.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the peculiar travelling suggestions line in the previous post is one of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111527403252639996?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111527403252639996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111527403252639996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111527403252639996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111527403252639996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/05/classic-sci-fi-quiz.html' title='classic sci-fi quiz'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111524648012784824</id><published>2005-05-04T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:46:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wap-pisk-ki-kakiw-isqueo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that movie Harold and Maude gave me the creeps in the beginning where they go to the funeral of someone they've never met--- thank goodness I would never do a thing like that... unless... I happened to re-discover one of my favourite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;“Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” on the same day that laying right in front of me is a poster for the memorial service for a&lt;br /&gt;woman with almost the same Cree name as me, ... and I start getting the feeling that I should go...but, luckily I forget all about it... until the next day when I am randomly pulling pieces of paper from my bag and out it comes, and I feel those little flutterings by my shoulder (I've always 100% found that real messages from spirit are offered, given to us; there is no sense of being forced or seduced or ordered to do something), but really I don't want to go hang out with a bunch of strangers who might look at me suspiciously (for good reason---they really haven't ever seen me before) and what if the people I sit beside are uncomfortable with me, and besides I am supposed to be writing today and I've been looking forward to it etc....So, I decide to go for a run and think about it (which pretty much guarantees I'll be too late to go, but I'm not admitting that to myself...) I get across the street, and there is a t.v. sitting by the sidewalk with piece of cardboard on top that says "free and it works". Well, someone in my household has been wishing for a t.v. for a while now, and I blew the last free offer of one. However, this is one big t.v. set, and I'm not even sure I can carry it across the busy street, but it just seems meant to be. Surprisingly. the traffic clears long enough for me to stop looking and make it across then my landlord leaps out of his car where he was leaving for work, and helps me in the gate and up the stairs. By the time I get inside, my knees are shaking, so no run, and I decide this gift is probably another suggestion for me to give-away to spirit, and if I don't think about it too much I can probably do this, although I admit I did curse myself a bit for being such an idiot, but you've probably guessed by now, I am very grateful that I went....I got to sit by two sweet-natured sisters who are lovely singers, one of them a teacher that I knew from Native Ed. and the service was a tribute to a woman that founded a very successful helping lodge for women, particularily those who suffered from violence in their lives. I was very happy I was able to go and honour her spirit and help her along her way (she was a having a little bit of a hard time letting go because so many people had been attached to having her brightness, lightness, and kindness around.) Not only did she help a lot of people but she travelled and had lots of fun....&lt;br /&gt;And I learned the meaning of my name and kind of how to pronounce it in Cree!&lt;br /&gt;And my heart opened a little bit more, and I got some good lessons, as she was passing over, from my sister in spirit--- All My Relations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111524648012784824?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111524648012784824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111524648012784824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111524648012784824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111524648012784824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/05/wap-pisk-ki-kakiw-isqueo.html' title='Wap-pisk-ki-kakiw-isqueo'/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111513895363473288</id><published>2005-05-03T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:42:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how every visit to the beach by yourself becomes iconic, whatever object you pick up, as if the waves were lapping at your soul and saying remember...remember...remember... a rock, a seashell, a bird's flight, something in us secretly awakens and speaks to us... in my case this morning a rusted hinge with a spring along the centre like a butterfly with wings stuck open... I don't know what it means but it wanted to come home with me.... the post I was going to write was about Starbuck whos sits by the corner selling his newspaper of prophecies and revelations done he believes in the spirit of Isaiah, I met him a long time a go at First United in the downtown Eastside when he was younger and more cheerful; the last time he saw me he glared at me from behind his sunglasses because I nodded and smiled at him as if he was just one of us---even when he was young and cheerful he felt separate, special and this is a real problem I've noticed for people when they come into awareness of their connection with g_d, and something that scares a lot of people off---the fear that they will be separate, no longer belonging with everyone they know---and I think of something a guy named Ram Dass (formerly known as Richard Alpert, yes that one) wrote which was approximately that his brother was locked up in a psychiatric institution because he thought he was God whereas R.D. was free because he believed that everyone is g_d, and I suspect that Starbuck has suffered a lot probably even as a child, and that suffering is what made him believe he was separate and special so that even as his connection to g-d healed him, it cut him off from humanity, and this is what I fear about darkness is its cunning. For Starbuck to be the part of g-d that he is might indeed have involved special revelations, but g-d returns us to our humanity and to love or it becomes twisted, Luciferian. This is like the need to stay in alignment and ground the energy in action or it gets trapped in our heads and goes round and round and drives us crazy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111513895363473288?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111513895363473288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111513895363473288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111513895363473288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111513895363473288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-every-visit-to-beach-by-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111462093644081552</id><published>2005-04-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T09:55:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as some of you already know I belong to the anti-niceness brigade (although I TOO admit to enjoying niceness at times, it is rather like enjoying artificial perfume--- clouds the senses, suffocates, and can leave you downright queasy.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you have been thinking of succumbing, here are a couple thoughts to ponder:  &lt;br /&gt;    never do something to be nice--- if it is worth doing then there are better reasons for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And, from a brilliant supporter of the anti-niceness league who dropped by this week: Niceness is all about saving face, so you've gotta wonder, what are they trying to cover up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111462093644081552?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111462093644081552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111462093644081552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111462093644081552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111462093644081552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/04/as-some-of-you-already-know-i-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111439344324991263</id><published>2005-04-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T22:09:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aahhhh, am listening to Indian jazz,&lt;br /&gt;just finished a bowl of homemade lentil soup cooked with my daughters,&lt;br /&gt;side dish of favourite Middle Eastern pepper and eggplant spread.&lt;br /&gt;now sucking an ouzo candy, drinking Salt Spring Island roasted coffee,&lt;br /&gt;soon I will go outside and plant my pick of herbs and flowers---&lt;br /&gt;grown for me by the labour of others, as my cosy, sunny house was built well for me---&lt;br /&gt;if I decide not to do that then I will go watch the reds of sunset from the beach,&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhh, the life of a goddess is rich and rewarding,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I will go to work and sit around and see who I can inspire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every Friday, when my weekly work is done, I go to drumming and chanting&lt;br /&gt;where the bliss of the divine trickles like honey into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves of spring are sap rising and spreading into the visible web of the tree of life,&lt;br /&gt;each one a minature reminder for us that we belong here in this sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111439344324991263?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111439344324991263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111439344324991263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111439344324991263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111439344324991263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/04/aahhhh-am-listening-to-indian-jazz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111354370373063194</id><published>2005-04-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:54:57.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here,back in the van city, and I am being asked to do a cleansing ritual again--- by a group of mostly aetheist artists. One of their group of friend/family/roommates took his own life at Easter. (Thay are planning a wonderfully creative and loving memorial over which I will preside.)&lt;br /&gt;Lo, and behold, I remember that I was given just such a cleansing ritual in a book by Robin Skelton, my dear friend the poetry professor who was also a practising witch. (Beware of accepting an invitation to a glass of wine in the faculty club; you never know where it will lead...)&lt;br /&gt;And I had the honour and benefit of watching Musqueam Elder Vince Stogan do a cleansing ritual yearly of the F.N. college where I taught.&lt;br /&gt;So, perhaps it is my turn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111354370373063194?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111354370373063194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111354370373063194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111354370373063194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111354370373063194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/04/hereback-in-van-city-and-i-am-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111337345130949479</id><published>2005-04-12T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:24:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, combos are possible too--- a little garden variety troll of darkness with a dash of ogre and deceptively silvery deep darkness of sorcery could very well make the leechlike vampire (I bet they hate that word LEECH.) Personally, my view, based on what I've seen is that we all have all the forms of darknesss inside us, but we also have predilections for our own favourite flavour. Just as we all have all forms have madness in us, but a definite leaning towards being more psychotic, neurotic, schizo, or manic/depressive. I even think we need these things inside us to stay sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111337345130949479?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111337345130949479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111337345130949479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111337345130949479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111337345130949479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-yes-combos-are-possible-too-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111294430083881415</id><published>2005-04-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:39:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always look on the bright side of life ...whistling heard... always look on the bright side of life...more whistling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(unless it's giving you a serious crick in the neck; then, perforce, the other side will do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your dark side is an ogre then you will say, "I am twisted and in darkness; I cannot bear the pain of you seeing me, so I must obliterate you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, if a troll, you would be inclined to say, I am hungry and getting hungrier and hungrier, if the world inflicts this hunger on me then it owes me satisfaction, so I must consume you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, perhaps you find yourself inclined to agree with sorcerers who say, "Either I have power or y0u do, so you must fall under my spell and serve only my desires..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, if you find a ghost inside, then you may hear yourself say, "Only you can save me from fading away, weighed down by the burden of my tragedy, so you must sacrifice yourself for me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, hey, lest we forget the Modern Age, there are zombies who say, "I exist only to follow orders and serve my master; therefore, you too must follow all the rules, written or unwritten, or I must destroy you, bloodlessly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyze yourself, your loved ones, and enemies, for fun, fair game and profit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stuff comes to me in the middle of the night and won't let me sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111294430083881415?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111294430083881415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111294430083881415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111294430083881415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111294430083881415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/04/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-111025403831559412</id><published>2005-03-07T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:53:58.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I a ghost, an ogre, a troll; or a witch? it's always "nice" to know what one's shadow side is up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-111025403831559412?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/111025403831559412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=111025403831559412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111025403831559412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/111025403831559412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2005/03/am-i-ghost-ogre-troll-or-witch-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-109993483518371381</id><published>2004-11-08T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T09:27:15.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here in Bristol a woman A. met has asked us to come clear her workplace. The building was at one time a Victorian workhouse and later, a psychiatric ward. The whole staff says the energy there is dark and difficult. We are stilll thinking about this ---- when I've done this kind of clearing before in my life, I didn't plan it, it just happened, so doing it deliberately seems like a whole new ballgame to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What this relates to is that one of the main IT guys at Abu Ghraib, who didn't work in the main prison area but who visited it several times, said  that it had dark, psychotic energy from the beginning (torture, murder under Saddam happened there frequently).He compared it to the "Outlook Hotel" in a Stephen King Novel.  (in fact, he said the execution room was a "tourist" attractin for visiting poiticians and military brass).(my source for this info. is a recent article in  The Guardian) So, the Americans went in there and unleashed there own demons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is not what I meant when I said that sometimes Americans strike me as playful puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-109993483518371381?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/109993483518371381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=109993483518371381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109993483518371381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109993483518371381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2004/11/here-in-bristol-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-109956232296333506</id><published>2004-11-04T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:58:42.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is the the usa in our fear and loathing what we have dreamed it to be? it's all on the front covers instead of under cover. now is the time to dream the usa we would love it to be even if it is still big and sometimes ugly and in our face it is a place of creativity, diversity and not bound to the past, it is often a place of amazing friendliness and big-heartedness, it is a curious puppy who pisses everywhere but is lovingly playful. It is our neighbour everywhere. What else---whatever love and cherishing you can bring to lift our sisters and brothers from self-alien nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;London--- full of faces with character but so far i see few enlightened ones nonetheless the angels of trafalgar square are felt everywhere here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-109956232296333506?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/109956232296333506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=109956232296333506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109956232296333506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109956232296333506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-the-usa-in-our-fear-and-loathing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-109828260933997758</id><published>2004-10-20T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:30:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this blog was lost and gone and now it's found and I was blind but now I see... me, that I had forgotten and I can write anything; I'm free....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding my faith that the universe is working for me....that is the real meaning of believing in God today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-109828260933997758?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/109828260933997758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=109828260933997758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109828260933997758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/109828260933997758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-blog-was-lost-and-gone-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-106998208999683812</id><published>2003-11-27T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T17:15:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, apologize for banality but so grateful not to have been deleted from virtual world   ORANGEDOORHINGESTILLLIVES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hooray for the bald-headed guy that represents the angel of victory over the satan of despair (lucifer you soggy match you )&lt;br /&gt;I will return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-106998208999683812?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/106998208999683812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=106998208999683812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/106998208999683812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/106998208999683812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/11/wow-apologize-for-banality-but-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-95937020</id><published>2003-06-22T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:20:38.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth sets us free.&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy theories that feed on fear are bait for traps---they give us a false sense of power, seducing us with the feeling of choosing what we believe; but every conspiracy theory that does not acknowledge our power to live in the world we choose to live in is another doorway to a world ruled by fear. The truth will set you free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-95937020?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/95937020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=95937020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95937020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95937020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/06/truth-sets-us-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-95936911</id><published>2003-06-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:14:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how are children forbidden ---they are taught that they will be failures, they are told that they are bad when they fail to pay attention to old thoughts that bore them. how are we enslaved---by being taught that we must give up our own wills for our own good. How are we silenced---we silence ourselves and those we love---to "protect" ourselves and those we love.&lt;br /&gt;One mind is not the mind we are submitting to that is false mind fed by fear and greed. It is a trap. How can we know the truth---it is possible because the truth sets us free to choose what we love and the love makes us more not less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-95936911?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/95936911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=95936911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95936911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95936911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/06/how-are-children-forbidden-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-95936231</id><published>2003-06-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:43:17.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walking down the path under green leaves of light in the early morning with my friend the medicine man pipe carrier and wondering why more people don't show up for sacred ceremonies; I said, I think it's the difficulty of living in two worlds. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about this, I realize the modern world paradigm is a tryannical dictator so it's no wonder that this time has been so much about the necessity of defeating these. Yet, there is another world living in the light awaiting new open-eyed voyagers who will re-make the relationships with human beings and the stars of earth. &lt;br /&gt;In the mean time children are forbidden to daydream or think for themselves, adults are slaves to schedules, bureaucracy and conformity, and creativity is held prisoner, chained to making money. Those who claim their freedom are ridiculed and silenced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-95936231?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/95936231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=95936231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95936231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95936231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/06/walking-down-path-under-green-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-95609052</id><published>2003-06-12T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T16:44:14.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matrix Reloaded! Guess who are Faith, Hope and Love? All facing the challenges of free will---that changes prophecy and challenges cherished beliefs, that is confounded by the unknown and the forces of evil, that must never give in, give up or be ruled.&lt;br /&gt;The Architect is a classic God of Dualism---there are only two choices!! And the Oracle though she is more than her embodiment is limited by the  rules of the creation when she is embodied in it; however she can guide yu to see the keymaker! At last, movies about real life where there will forever be back doors.&lt;br /&gt;June full womb of the angel moon is soon---where will we be turning under the stars?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-95609052?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/95609052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=95609052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95609052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/95609052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/06/matrix-reloaded-guess-who-are-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-93738306</id><published>2003-05-03T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T23:31:19.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine downtown was telling me a story about how he is known for showing up when people start talking about him and wondering where he is, so I said to him how does he know if he shows up because they're talking about him or if he sends his thoughts ahead so that they start talking about him when he's going to show up. &lt;br /&gt;One way causality is a local convenience we agree to: keepin' it simple for geers because they have to do all that math and hey, they make handy gadgets. &lt;br /&gt;Down with one way bridges. Up with the chicken and the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-93738306?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/93738306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=93738306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/93738306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/93738306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/05/friend-of-mine-downtown-was-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-91951199</id><published>2003-04-03T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T17:47:58.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I met a man from Africa today who wanted me to sit and talk with him, it is good I am finally learning to share stories from my life with people. We talked about cats and how they sleep for around twenty hours a day, and I said I think they are living in another world---they are lucid dreamers---and he said it depends what you think the real world is, and I knew that for him there is not the separation that there is for me. So used am I to thinking of a limited dimensionality as the "real world" that is home. And yet when I feel myself bounded and confined within only three or four dimensions I feel cut-off, exiled from my home, missing the biggest part of me and I feel helpless to make real choices or change the world I live in---same as living in the Matrix. The Matrix is only a trap for our souls  if we believe it is the only reality. There is so much more of us that is real outside of this picture cube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-91951199?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/91951199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=91951199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91951199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91951199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-met-man-from-africa-today-who-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-91332006</id><published>2003-03-24T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:11:33.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the human body is the crucible. Every mixture in a crucible is at first impure, diluted and confined. But the very act of living in the human body is a constant act of refinement and transmutation. What primal elements have been mixed and stirred and rarified in you or me? Gods and Goddesses are primal elements personified and they live a life through us even as we live through the elements of our body.Without them, we are dispirited. Most modern North Americans are so used to being dispirited that they don't know that their low energy state is not normal. They try to live by the weak lights of the ghost in the machine. Dispirited they are ripe for a dictatorship that moves in to fill the vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness naturally wants to expand. We need to taste and blend with other consciousnesses as much as we need food or drink. We are starving for this contact. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-91332006?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/91332006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=91332006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91332006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91332006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/03/human-body-is-crucible.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-91174013</id><published>2003-03-22T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T02:36:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>massive feeding frenzy---fear and death&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what kinds of aliens war attracts to our dear sweet beautiful earth?&lt;br /&gt;big fat pig stinking slugs that like to wallow in the offal of our adrenalin rushes to make themselves feel more alive&lt;br /&gt;and superior because we are so willing to off ourselves for them to feast on&lt;br /&gt;So be clear&lt;br /&gt;about what you love&lt;br /&gt;feel it really&lt;br /&gt;and don't let them suck you up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-91174013?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/91174013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=91174013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91174013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91174013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/03/massive-feeding-frenzy-fear-and-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192188.post-91166878</id><published>2003-03-21T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T21:58:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the last kiss that mattered, what did you say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192188-91166878?l=orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/feeds/91166878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5192188&amp;postID=91166878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91166878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192188/posts/default/91166878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orangedoorhinge.blogspot.com/2003/03/in-last-kiss-that-mattered-what-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Sho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415641738375918174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
