Here is

to one of those special September/October Saturday afternoons wrapped in golden sun rays.
When the clouds are big elephants marching across the deep blue skies.
When the sea is tender and the sand is singing under my feet.
When cosmic game is not so harsh and I just feel with all my heart
creation is indestructible.

or

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe

My love and I

... we are boxing clever

Gurdjieff speaks of four lower Centers: moving, instinctive, feeling, and thinking. He also spoke of a fifth center which he called the sex center. Concerning the sex center, Gurdjieff said that it practically never worked independently because its energy was often robbed by the moving/instinctive/feeling/and thinking centers. This produced quite wrong work of the lower centers producing useless excitement and in return gave to the sex center useless energy which it was unable to work with. Gurdjieff also postulated that there were aspects of higher consciousness manifesting in two additional Centers: the Higher Emotional and the Higher Thinking.

Due to the abnormal conditions in which we live, the working of the Higher Centers fail to reach our ordinary consciousness and are seldom experienced, due to a phenomenon called 'scrambling' of the lower centers. This 'scrambling' of the lower centers (or what Mouravieff called Confluence) become so distorted and off balance that the signal from the Higher Centers cannot get through. Scrambling or Confluence causes the misuse of the Centers. For example, we can think with our feelings or feel with our instincts. This misuse of energy creates an imbalance, a 'gnashing of teeth' in the lower centers inhibiting a clear or PURE connection to the higher centers.

My love and I, we work well together
But often we're apart
Absence makes the heart lose weight, yeah,
Till love breaks down, love breaks down

Oh my, oh my, have you seen the weather
The sweet September rain
Rain on me like no other
Until I drown, until I drown

When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you

When love breaks down
The lies we tell,
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you

When love breaks down, when love breaks down

My love and I, we are boxing clever
He'll never crowd me out
Fall be free as old confetti
And paint the town, paint the town
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurtin' you
When love breaks down
The lies we tell,
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurtin' you
When love breaks down
The lies we tell,
They only serve to fool ourselves,
When love breaks down
The things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
You join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down

When Love Breaks Down - Prefab Sprouts

Eíriú-Eolas and Qamar kwinta

A thin line that separates the day from the night...When time starts slowing down until it freezes for one brief moment, before it starts picking the pace again. Becoming one with melting sun, warm breeze and caress of the waves. Oneness under the law of three and the law of seven.

Karma-Coma- Jamaica and Roma. In the honor of my DNA ancestors whose crimes I carry on my pelvis. In the honor of their victims, and all the victims of this world, shall I be the last to feed the moon? Will I manage to make those thousands years of loneliness, those eons of pain and suffering...worthwhile?!

Today's web log is imbued with overwhelming feeling of a crunch time. A moment which separates wheat from the chaff, a moment which determines whether the cosmic game will break you or make you.

Precataclysmic Chill: The Summer Winds Have Gotten Hold of Me

or A Sigh Before Comets Arrive...

Flaming June is a painting by Frederick Lord Leighton, produced in 1895. Painted with oil paints on a square canvas, it is widely considered to be Leighton's magnum opus, showing his classicist nature. It is thought that the woman portrayed alludes to the sleeping figures the Greeks often paint which were collectively referred to as Venus.
The (toxic) Oleander branch in the top right, symbolizes the fragile link between sleep and death.

Flaming June - Blank&Jones

You pace the rhythm for love to evolve
it ticks the clock of my heart
A strange vibration that purifies my soul
Dreamy Days...in my room
By your side as we bloom
Colors blend and fade in cherished moments like these
The key to all the love I feel is in me
I can see
It is you
You give me everything I need (all I need)
to believe, to be real
Flaming June...

The summer winds have gotten hold of me
like sugar cane around my heart
A touch of sweet, a taste of softness I never had
Dreamy days...in my room
By your side as we bloom
Colors blend and fade in cherished moments like these
The key to all the love I feel is in me
I can see
It is you
You give me everything I need (all I need)
to believe, to be real
Flaming June...

SUCKER FOR WIERD 80'S MUSIC:

...Rita Mitsouko...is...00oo.. Wa Wa Whoom!

Let the right one in /Låt den rätte komma in (2008)

I recently saw this Swedish vampire movie and I still have mixed feelings about it.
Certainly many layers of real life vampiric dynamic symbolism can be found in it, Perhaps the most interesting question for all of us contained in its very title.
This is made very explicit when main protagonist Oscar hesitates before inviting the vampire into his flat. According to usual vampiric lore vampire can never enter your dwelling ( mind, soul space) unless you vocally invite them in ( make a conscious decision about letting someone in ) .
This is something to think about; how careless we are with our choices? Is slaying and putting to rest our own vampire enough? Can our own vampire easily be resurrected if we are not careful about those we let in, every step of the way.

Lullaby for a dear friend

This too shall pass. In the meantime, just breathe....

Today has been okay

Wind has burned your skin
The lovely air so thin
The salty water is underneath your feet
No one's gone and bathed
Here is where you'll stay
This life has been insane
But today has been okay
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
Today has been okay

A Gamemaster

Embracing the goddess energy within yourselves
Will bring all of you to a new understanding and valuing of life;
A vision that inspires you to live and love on planet earth.
Like a priceless jewel, buried in a dark layer of soil and stone,
Earth radiates her brilliant beauty, into the caverns of space and time.

You are becoming aware of yourself,
As a gamemaster...

About Aim

Glass Half Full

There is something to be said about glass half full, about knowing when to SAY WHEN!
I think it is the floating line – a barometer of need and desire. It is entirely up to the individual. And depends on what’s being poured.
Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there is no such thing as enough – the glass is bottomless. And all we want is more...

Winter Moods

This outcast reminded me of a poem I wrote while ago - Where do they go-those that don't belong

When the ripple comes out of nowhere...


and the roofs are sleepy

Time is waiting

We 've only got 4 minutes to save the world....

1 Peter Verse 6 and 7

- Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:
- That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory

Happy Winter Solstice!

This year I found a perfect solution. I will joggle between Gregorian and Julian Calendar in order to escape depressing embrace of father Christmas. Its good to be on the road again.


taken from excellent graphic art blog THE ARTCHEMICAL MATTER

Easy like a Sunday morning...

another video candy saved from the oblivion, this Sunday we travel to early eighties with Malcolm Mc Laren...

This is

for those who would rather give it a go, then never know...

Closing Time

Connecting the dots with SOTT

The Maker Makes

One more chain I break
To get me closer to you
One more chain does the maker make
To keep me from bustin' through

One more notch I scratch
To keep me thinkin' of you
One more notch does the maker make
Upon my face so blue

Get along, little doggies
Get along, little doggies

One more smile I fake
And try my best to be glad
One more smile does the maker make
Because he knows I'm sad

Oh Lord, how I know
Oh Lord, how I see
That only can the maker make
A happy man of me

Get along little doggies
Get along little doggies
Get along

The Ship of Fools

is the title of my favorite novel by Katherine Ann Porter and it is also the title of the painting by 15th century artist Hieronymus Bosch.

"In The Ship of Fools, Bosch is imagining that the whole of mankind is voyaging through the seas of time on a ship, a small ship, that is representative of humanity. Sadly, every one of the representatives is a fool.
This is how we live, says Bosch--we eat, drink, flirt, cheat, play silly games, pursue unattainable objectives. Meanwhile our ship drifts aimlessly and we never reach the harbor. The fools are not the irreligious, since prominent among them are a monk and a nun, but they are all those who live ``in stupidity''. Bosch laughs, and it is sad laugh.
Which one of us does not sail in the wretched discomfort of the ship of human folly? Eccentric and secret genius that he was, Bosch not only moved the heart but scandalized it into full awareness. The sinister and monstrous things that he brought forth are the hidden creatures of our inward self-love: he externalizes the ugliness within, and so his misshapen demons have an effect beyond curiosity. We feel a hateful kinship with them. The Ship of Fools is not about other people, it is about us."

The Salt of The Sea

"All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea -- whether it is to sail or to watch it -- we are going back from whence we came. " JFK

ONE MOMENT OF PERFECT OBLIVION

To achieve this rare moment one needs to dive as deep as he can, not less then 2 m deep, preferably on the day when the sea is at its clearest. After reaching the limit one has to let go, not just of the body but also of at least half of all the air in the lungs. As the body slowly ascends towards the surface and bubbles pierce blue silence, rushing ahead of the body, this moment will surely come.

And then it can be done again, and again, and again...

The Call

From the Wave:

"It is impossible to be a True STO being in an STS world. For me, it was such a pity, such a sadness that, once I penetrated the Illusion, I found nothing but Darkness. I could see that real Truth and Beauty just simply could not be found in our reality once one began to peel away the layers of lies and deception and illusion. To realize that Love given to someone or something in order to change it was clearly a judgment, and that nearly all love that was practiced in our world was clearly done because it was a manipulation designed to gain, whether it was salvation or to be loved in return or to feel good, *all of which feed Fear/Nonbeing* , produced in me such a sensation of sadness and Love for the Dream of the Creator that, in that moment, the choice to manifest love and truth within, despite the fact that I could know nothing of it through my five senses and 3rd density experience, was a choice to make a possibility real."

Regina Spektor - The Call

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye..

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye..

BAD JOKE

You remember the spider that lived in a bush outside your window?
Orange body green legs...watched her build the web all summer...then one day there was a big egg in it...the egg hatched...

The egg hatched..
and
and hundred baby spiders came out...and they ate her
Implants! Those aren't your memories they are somebody else's, Tyrel's niece's...
Okay! Bad joke,
I made a bad joke...you are not a replicant
Go home, okay?
No really, I am sorry...go home

IN BBM GRIND: Calling ...

Calling all angels

I need you near to the ground
I miss you dearly
Can you hear me on your cloud?

Calling all angels
I need you near to the ground
I have been kneeling
And praying to hear a sound

Day by day
Through the years
Day by day
Make my way

Tunguska, Psychopathy and the Sixth Extinction -- Signs of the Times News

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