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.)

in case you have been thinking of succumbing, here are a couple thoughts to ponder:
never do something to be nice--- if it is worth doing then there are better reasons for doing it.

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?

aahhhh, am listening to Indian jazz,
just finished a bowl of homemade lentil soup cooked with my daughters,
side dish of favourite Middle Eastern pepper and eggplant spread.
now sucking an ouzo candy, drinking Salt Spring Island roasted coffee,
soon I will go outside and plant my pick of herbs and flowers---
grown for me by the labour of others, as my cosy, sunny house was built well for me---
if I decide not to do that then I will go watch the reds of sunset from the beach,
aaaahhhh, the life of a goddess is rich and rewarding,
tomorrow I will go to work and sit around and see who I can inspire....

and every Friday, when my weekly work is done, I go to drumming and chanting
where the bliss of the divine trickles like honey into my heart...

The leaves of spring are sap rising and spreading into the visible web of the tree of life,
each one a minature reminder for us that we belong here in this sun

Blessed Be

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.)
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...)
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.
So, perhaps it is my turn...

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.

Always look on the bright side of life ...whistling heard... always look on the bright side of life...more whistling

(unless it's giving you a serious crick in the neck; then, perforce, the other side will do...)

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..."

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..."

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..."

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...."

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..."

Analyze yourself, your loved ones, and enemies, for fun, fair game and profit...

this stuff comes to me in the middle of the night and won't let me sleep...

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.

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.
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...
This is not what I meant when I said that sometimes Americans strike me as playful puppies.

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.

London--- full of faces with character but so far i see few enlightened ones nonetheless the angels of trafalgar square are felt everywhere here

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....

finding my faith that the universe is working for me....that is the real meaning of believing in God today

wow, apologize for banality but so grateful not to have been deleted from virtual world ORANGEDOORHINGESTILLLIVES!!!!
hooray for the bald-headed guy that represents the angel of victory over the satan of despair (lucifer you soggy match you )
I will return

The truth sets us free.
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.

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.
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.

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.
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.
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.

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.
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.
June full womb of the angel moon is soon---where will we be turning under the stars?

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.
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.
Down with one way bridges. Up with the chicken and the egg.

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.

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.
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.

massive feeding frenzy---fear and death
Can you imagine what kinds of aliens war attracts to our dear sweet beautiful earth?
big fat pig stinking slugs that like to wallow in the offal of our adrenalin rushes to make themselves feel more alive
and superior because we are so willing to off ourselves for them to feast on
So be clear
about what you love
feel it really
and don't let them suck you up

In the last kiss that mattered, what did you say?