Mag#148 "free from the palor of death"

The Jeep

 

Harkening back to our many happy road trips

in the distant past

it was on the backroad country

a foggy, rain-swept road

my mind now slip-shod

remembering

now simply a red tack

pinning me to the spot

where my red car spun out

 

 

i wholly surveyed the dire

 situation

within a moment by moment

mindframe unwind

all mind-chatter ceased

a cause to appeal

to the jury of one;

 for

myself

I would have no finger-pointing

or lay seige to my own inaction

there was no time for self-incrimination

so thoroughly dismissive of all charges

that I,

the captain within

claimed complete command

and subsequently dropped all injurous charges

renounced all ego 

suddenly the winds picked up

as it was

a dark and stormy night

again

the shadowy figure of

Edward Bulwer-Lytton

like the black dog

Lincolnesque

in his Edwardian morning suit

partially lit by an antique Victorian lamp

as he shed his light

at night

to show himself alive in effigy

as the convener of mystical marriages of

spirit-bound magicians

here 

the place
indeed lit up although time forgot

all about the soon-to-be quickening

who, but I could

make a 360 donut last in a centrifugal centrifuge
a fuge
rather than a dirge

 three times times minus zero

~O~O~O~

the outcome?

 a perfection of reactionary time co-efficient

The Co-Creator

who's skill saved our sorrowfullness

 using the only skill

which neccessitated the

honed her high cheekiness

so far beyond the outer limits

in the Twilight Zone

she, an experienced driver

and as such, I said as myself

would save all souls

repealled this fated day

from the peril of certainty

the nonimportance of ncecessity

with undesired plastic-means devices

and issued the non-prevailing winds

concurrently serving back-to-back sentences

becoming the centre placement of spin

a most peaceful place

where the calm meets the storm

where something unknown is bound to happen

probably something horrific had been waiting

2012 lurking like death

as in
the Mayan Long Count Calendar

21~12~12

all our lessons

learned in the empty mall parking lot

doing donuts whilst eating them

many winters ago

spinning counterclockwise

recalling the memorex

kept intact 

the timelines

free from the palor of death

and

the day

which

could have been our last

save it

the meet and greet with Michael

on the roadway to heaven

and in the killing fields

the deadly nightshade ditch

the highway to hell a gapping wound
the spiral unwound
left flat-faced and embarassed

who would  not intersect this midheaven
 in rhe way described
it was by the book

by my way of knowing all about
know-how

Chilam-Bilam

I saved your skin

sorry

 we've already
crossed-over

just don't know it as yet

 

chiccoreal

 

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Mag#147 "as in"

nakedness

covered

in

Carto-porno-graphic

maps

unknown

territory

in

uncharted

lands

those who

need maps

may lack

sexual

direction

as in

how

naked

does it get

without

a heart-on?

~O~

chiccoreal

 

 

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Mag#146 "METRO-GNOME-EYE"

METRO-GNOME-EYE

REMINDS ME

OF
 SISTER'S ENDLESS

RECITALS

 AS

MISS TUFFMAN EVER WATCHING

THIRD EYE

ON THE METRO-GNOME-EYE

AN OLD MAID PIANO TEACHER

WONT TO

CARRY AN IVORY BATON

CONSTANT AS

I SHALL CALL HER WOLFIE

TAPS IMPATIENTLY

HER

SPIDER-LIKE FINGERS

RAPPING

 BLOODY

MURDER ON

RAW KNUCKLES

NOW BUTT-TUCKED

AND WAR-READY

TO

SUCCUMB

TO THE IVORIES

SACRIFICIAL ALTAR

TOO REAL

THIS

"KEEP TIME"
OH YES

 YES, TIMING IS EVERYTHING

MISS TUFFMAN

BEATING OUT

LATENT FRUSTRATION

ON AND ON THE DREAM

OH BE SILENT

ENDLESS NIGHTMARE

"NOT AGAIN"

 FROM THE MUSIC ROOM

A SHRILL SCREAM

THE MUSIC STOPPED

HORUS' EYE GREW LARGER

THE PRESENT NEED TO GRAB THE BRASS RINGS
THE HEINZMAN

A FOCUSED

SINGLE-MINDEDNESS
EXACTING CONSERVATORY STANDARDS
BLOWN-AWAY MINUETS
AS

THE WILD EYES OF MISS TUFFMAN
GRAY HAIR BUN STIFF
LASER-LIKE BEFORE LASERS

ENOUGH TO FREEZE TIME
IN A COLD WAR

THE DESCENDING SCALE 

ASCENDS ONCE AGAIN

 TO FULL CRESCENDO 

BEETHOVEN'S 5TH

RETURN TO MAJESTIC CALM

TAP TAP THE MUSIC BEGINS

BACK TO BACKS ERECT
SWITCH'S WITCH

HANDS CURLED

AN AHEM AND JAW CLENCH 

THE SCENT OF PERFECT DECORUM

ROSE DOGWOOD PAWS

 CLAW THE BLUE BERBER 

THE CREAKING STOOL

MIMICS

8TH GRADE OF CLASSICAL MUSIC

HOLY TAP

ONE CAN'T STOP

HEARTBEATS

SAVE THAT ONE IRON MAIDEN LOOK 

LICKETY-SPLIT

OUTTA HERE

SKIP TO MY LOU

PRACTICE IS OVER

AS I WAIT IN THE VESTIBULE

WATCHING THE FISH SWIM

AROUND DIVER DAN

MINE IS A FREER VERSE

ONLY THE INNER DRUMMER HEARS

KNOWING INTUITIVELY

A THING OR TWO ABOUT

THOSE WHO HAVE

 KNOWN ONLY HOW TO

ENDURE

THE INCESSANT CLICK-CLACK

OF THE INFERNAL CLOCK

 THIS NEEDY NSTRUMENT

THAT DULY MEASURES

OUR INFINITE PAIN

 

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Mag#144 "On The Endless Sea"

Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth

 

On The Endless Sea

 

The perfect storm blew in

the furnace

room door

hung like a hangnail

even Screeched in the wind

 

Here, where we once lived

and stored our slickers

taught to stayed put

whilst we

drifted on the endless sea

 

Chiccoreal

 

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Mag#145 "Who Sits In This Chair?"

 Who Sits in this Chair?

 

Cold damp November air

sits in  this chair

biding the time

til time is no more

 

 

Chiccoreal

 

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Mag#143 "Duality is Devastated: Keys to his Verdun"

Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton

 

"Duality is Devastated; Keys to his Verdun"

devastated clouds of gas
What a thing to be horrific and beautiful
black, blue and red

 

 

keys to his Verdun  keys to his Verdun

 Draw or paint forces
would be more profoundly true
that reproduce material effect
but these forces have no form
color and even less"




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Mag 142 "I take dictation"



Woman

i

sitting

I

waiting

I

attentive

AND

PHOTOGENIC

I

take dictation

I

chiccoreal

 

 

 

 

 

Charis, Lake Ediza, California, 1937 by Edward Weston

 

THANKS TESS KINCAID OF THE MAG

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Willow Manor Ball 2012

fastidious prepping pre "showtime"

ty my date pre-event; notice the ped

yes I am "ty"ing one on

mr. topsy approved

je arrivez pour la maison de Willow Manor

Met Veronica Lake by the Scioto River

After that we entered the Willow Manor Ball

everyone was bellying up to the bar

ordering drinks

it was time to cut a rug with one fine half-blooded Argentine

Where did he go?

A splendid Ball from the hostest the mostest I might add...:)

Greatly admiring Willow's original Louis De Cullery

on the Manor's wall, I did think how much time does not change very much

and how we are all wearing masks

After a while, things got a little crazy when Gaga started chewing on Yoko's hat

so we, the wild ones, were herded off to the barn

where a club like atmosphere continued with dj and stocked bar

by dawn's early light we notice a creative display on the fence

it was a wonderful party, Ty and me got to meet many famous and many not so famous and infamous as well...all in all a fantastic party, the crepes were to die for and it is time to enjoy the after party pick-me-up that of which the hostess with the mostest is famous~

Thank-you Tess and everyone~ see you next year~!!!





Mag#136 "aLL Life iS a sWIRL"

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

 

aLL lIFE iS a sWIRL

a wHIRLY bIRD

trippy

 

Chiccoreal

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Mag#138 "Jan Steen Is Lovesick"

Sick Woman, 1665, by Jan Steen

 

 

Jan Steen is lovesick

in the throws of

Hypercondria

a near-fatal

 Roller Coaster ride

of

Mood-induced

Anxiety

She has vapours,

swallows dry,

heaves hard swoons

of relentless and listless fawning

for her imagined lover

will soon return

in her most amazing dream

of unrequitted LOVE

 

Chiccoreal

 

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Mag#138 "Caught In the Act"

Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost

 

caught in the act

lost in these ecliptic moments

to be found snacking away

Midnight twiddled his thumbs

and whiled away this magic hour

 to finally go back to bed

belly full

the Lone Ranger's hunger

completely satiated

 

Chiccoreal

 

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MAG#137 "You'll Shine Like Silver'

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman

 

MAG 137

 

UNDERNEATH

 

THE TABLE CAKED WITH FORKS

DIDN'T HOLD A PLACE FOR YOU

 

YOU WERE HIDDEN UNDER THE FOLDS

ENFOLDING YOU

IN THE ODD GLORY

OF A SPACE NOT QUITE DESIGNED

AS A PERFECT NICHE

YOU SEEK

AND

HID

YOU

DID

BY

DIVINE INTERVENTION

OR

GRACE BEFORE SUPPER

WHO'S THERE TO REMIND YOU OF

YOUR CHILD WITHIN

EVERY TIME YOU

SET THE TABLE

THE FORKS BENT

THE TABLECLOTHE

BARELY COVERED

YOUR REPOSE

SO AS NOT TO BE

SO DESPAIRINGLY

FOR WONT TO BE NAKED

RECENTLY UNCOVERED BY

NASCENT GRACE

WHO CHOOSES TO LIVE WITH

THE IMPOSSIBLE FACT THAT LIFE IS CRUEL

AND INCREDULOUS

AS NIHILIST AS A SPASM

THIS STATE OF BEING

SEEMS A MIGHT

INSIGHT SPACE

AT

THE WRONG TIME

PERHAPS

TO DIE SO YOUNG

AND BY YOUR OWN ARTFUL HAND

DID YOU DESIRE

A LIFE

ON THE LEFT BANK

WHERE VISIONS SEEP IN

LIKE DAEMONES

AND WHO, THEN WOULD LIKE YOU

YOUR ART

WHO'D LOVE YOU

COMPLETELY

NOT JUST IN A PORTFOLIO WAY

CAVALIER IN ANY OTHER PERIOD

LIKELY TO REMAIN

HIDDEN IN FIN DE SIECLE POSTCARDS

KODACHROMATICA EROTICA INSTALLATIONS

POLAROID HID THE QUICK AND THE DEAD

ART ADDICTS WHO ONLY PARTIALLY

HAVE HIDDEN COLLAPSED WALLPAPER

UNDER AND NEAR THESE FREQUENTED PARKS 

STREETS HEAVED-HO UP

ALL THIS

EMBARRASSING  

TO KEEP ONE'S IMAGE UNDER THE TABLE

THOUGHT THE CRITICS

FUCK THEM

YOU SEEM TO GET\THE ICONOGRAPHY

JUST SO

IN  FIRST YEAR ART SCHOOL

DISMAL ONLY SEEMS PAST

BUT CREEPS AND WALKS

ALL OVER THE WALLS 

TO ROT ALL\THE JOHNNY ROTTENS

AT OTHER PUNK ROCK SCHOOLS

UNDER STREETS LACED WITH IT

ALL THAT SELLS IS STILL STALLED

SOUL KNOWS ALL

RECALLS NO FEELINGS

THOSE SCANT REMAINS

SAVE BLEAK HOUSE

AN UNLIKELY ESCAPE FROM ONESELF?

DEPRESSION LOOKS LIKE THIS

HEAVY WEIGHTINESS 

JUST BENEATH THE SURFACE OF SCRATCH

ALL THAT REMAINS STILL

AS NEED FOR MOTHER FORMS MERGE

WITH A SELF-INDUCED SMOTHERING OF BEING SOMEHOW

HAMPERED AND LOST IN THE SHUFFLE

BY ALL THE PARSIMONY OF THE PROP MISTRESS

REMEMBER DEAR FRANCESCA

DO NOT

THERE IS NO HARBOUR

FOR THOSE LEFTOVER

NO RESIDUAL FEELINGS

LINGERING LONGER

UNDER THE TABLE

HAPHAZARDLY COVERED

WITH A SENSE OF ANGST

MAYBE GUILT

YOU'RE THE LOVELY MUSE

WITH

GILDED WINGS

YOUR PARTIAL INNOCENCE

CONTENT

PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGE MADE BY FADE INTO BLACK

ART HAD GLITTER BUT GLUTTED THE 80s MARKET

IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT

ONE DAY

SOON

YOU'LL SHINE

LIKE SILVER

MY DEAR

 

chiccoreal

 

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Mag 135 sYmBoLiSm

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

 

 

 

 

Venus and The Sailor

 

they drew closer

to grow

ever the best of friends

with

a quickie

no words spoken

conversation muted

only crescendos

breaching

breaking

the head waters

~~

 

Their combined energy

highly reactive

the lover's so soon

a fait complete

pure reverie by port light's

red penetrating glow

adapting ardent gusto

dimly lit

brothel

 the moon's electric blue glow

efaces them

shadows behind them

compared to these two

street lamps dancing

merging

Venus made wholesome

Sailor released

the dock rope

dynamic tension

uncertain if

 human whoredom

or

angelic boredom

aquaintances these

to

acquiesce

supernaturally so inclined

they reclined and

collected these

stones made stars of opulence

pearl of immortality

their quintessential nature

 

opulence

as their true form

enfolded within each other

no space between

oceans apart

she lays flat while emblazoned

undulating

in frenzied passion

she clings to him

dances to

the glue that held

their plastic interdimensionality together

 

with each lapping wave

 

a dance

 

of

 

IS THAT A PHALLIC SYMBOL?

Mag#129 "Mints"

A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent

 

Mints

 

especially after

the apres dinner cafe

he lingers with wet lips

bulging 

in the red room

he bogarts his lit cigar

and

she cannot help but fan the flames

with vapid exchange

on the white linen table

she imagines

red walls

conquers all

her only prerequisite

he meets her eyes

her Don Juan

as Cavalier as

 the caviar

so appropriate too

as the conversation

turns to

oysters in the halfshell

no hurry here

as the day laconically ends

at Last Hurrah's

~+~

Chiccoreal

 

please enjoy fine dining here;

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Thank-you Tess for this superb prompt~!!!

 

 

Mag#133 "Colourfast"

 

Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch

 

tonight's summery memory

diaphanous forms

soon fade away

sprites stay colourfast

~%~

chiccoreal

 

 

 

Thank-you Tess for the Modern Art prompt here; http://magpietales.blogspot.ca/2012/09/mag-133.html

More info on the amazing Art of Albert Bloch here;

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Mag#134 Leger GO Lightly

Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger

 

 

Leger

Go Lightly

Hair

reminds me of

smokestacks

and the MOMA

and

wavy

benson and hedges cigarettes

and

Wild Turkeys

Art Trippy

billowing

volcanic

 babes

substantial

babes

from

Cubist Block

made

tubular-

industrial

~#~

Chiccoreal

 

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Mag#132 "sPeNt"

Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth

 

sPeNt

 

not suppose to be here

My day off

A Reprieve

Eyes turned inward

only to retract

An Invocation

to

 Awaken

 

what did I miss?

Between the ears of corn

Between these rolling hills

the crickets 5 year plan

Rollicking in pitched Esctacy

 

Hell, the Banshee cries 

 wolf wails

the

Deep Within

spent

by The Blue August Moon

calling me home

 

~Chiccoreal~

 

 

 

Mag#131 Just Jump or Be Oblivious to Oblivion

Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphe Valette

 

MAG 131

 

JUST JUMP

or

Be Oblivious to Oblivion

 

DON'T DO IT

DON'T PLUMMET FROM THE BRIDGE

QUITE YET

CUBISM WANTS TO BE INVENTED

TO GIVE YOU MORE DIMENSIONS

TO YOUR FLAT LINE LIFE

AS YOU SEE IT

YOU'VE EXPLORED

TOUCHED ONLY THE SURFACE

 OF THE RAGING

BRACKISH DEPTHS

THE SWIRLING CRUEL CURLS OF ENDLESS EDDIES

'ROUND AND 'ROUND YOUR TWISTED WORLD

HEAR THE RUSH OF THAMES

LISTEN TO THE DROWNED

CUT DOWN IN THEIR PRIME

TO SWIRL IN THIS WHIRLPOOL OF

THE QUICK AND THE DEAD

GONE BEFORE

YOU TRIED TO HOLD ONTO

SOME FALSE HOPE

TRIED TO SWALLOW THE WHOLE TRUTH

IS IT NOT TIME?

UNTIL YOUR TIME

YOU'RE

NOT  READY TO DEPART

CAN'T YOU WAIT A MOMENT

STAY SUSPENDED A SECOND

IT'S YOUR DIME, YOUR TIME

ALTHOUGH IT

LOOKS AS THOUGH

YOU'VE ALREADY LEPT

A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE, MAYBE MORE

FROM THIS ENDLESS BRIDGE

YOU STAND IN

THE GAP

BEFORE YOU

PLUNGE FULL THROTTLE

INTO THE LIGHT

OF THE GONE-BEFORE IMMORTALS

YOU CAN CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY

VICTORIOUS ALMOST

YOUR BELLY SWOLLEN

FULL OF LAST NIGHT'S

BANGERS AND MASH

ARTFUL

WAIT UNTIL

YOUR EYES SEE THE

ENDLESSNESS OF

 DAYS

SOON MY PRETTY

PEER OVER THE EDGE BRIEFLY TO SEE

 A THOUSAND SHIMMERING STARS

TRANSGRESS

UPON YOUR SOUL

A FORM IN THE SHADOW

THE BODY HAS

A RIGHT TO EXIST

TEMPORATANEOUSLY

AT LEAST

THIS SULTRY NIGHT

IMBUED WITH SEA'S SALT

MIGHTY

IMPENTETRATABLE SHADOW

FROM THE EARLY RAYS

FRAMES YOUR FORM

LIKE A STREET LAMP

ON A FOGGY MORN

CLOAKS YOUR IMAGE

WITH SUBDUED LIGHTING

WAIT UPON

HOWARD'S

 very END

WHEN

YOU finally UNITE

 WITH THE INFINITE

THEN YOU

CAN

JUST

JUMP

into

the abyss of INFINITY

AND BE OBLIVIOUS

TO oblivion

 

Chiccoreal

 

Thanks Tess Kincaid for this useful and museful mag. There is much more here; ~http://magpietales.blogspot.ca/

 

 



Mag#130 the language of love SHE

image by Francesca Woodman

the language of love

SHE

bonded

to

flesh

~~~

a

breakthrough

moment

~~~

Conchata's

return

remain

sacrosanct

and

intact

~~~

yet

her

extreme

repose

sent

her boys

waves

and

wind-whipped

shivers

as

her populace grew

she tore asunder

all her clothes

naked she walked alone

marbled footed

as now

the

Gatherings

took

her ankles

dowsed

the

deep

breached

the far shore

~~~

mercy strained

her peaches

toned

her

core

turgid

she regurgitated

truth

lit up

the left bank

foamed jetsom 

floated flotsam

frayed

ropes

thoroughly

soaked through

see-through

~~~

skin

barely

there

~~~~

the sand

scorched

sun

suddenly

ablaze

she shone

warmth

alight stream

her only

adornment

~~~

latent she swore

she'd never wear

her heart

a young thing

her

dreams

sprung drunk

to spring forth

and

sing  a capella

in

Swept Away by an Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August

as

the

only

one

ingenue

whose

endless

Summer

in the

con·tin·gent

USA

found nothing

new blue moon

~~~ 

ran amuck

porcelain feet

Conchata

as the

river had run

its course

a

sequella

full

of

belly

full

of

fish

bloated

her

heart sank

~~~

LOVE

made her float

recoiled

spiralled

whorl to shell

of what once was

whose

songs

SHE DID SING

recently

returned

their

laconic echoes

raise

a glass

and

drink to THINE EYES

SLOWLY THE

endless imbibe

sea's

INEVITABLE RETURN

to the

inaudible

incantation

~~~

Chiccoreal

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Curiosity about Chakras...The Evolution of Energy in the Physical and NonPhysical Cosmic Bodies

Curiosity about Chakras...The Evolution of Energy in the Physical and NonPhysical Cosmic Bodies

Today, after studying my latest exercise by Ezequiel Rodrigues Saldivar in the Imagin-Action program, led to further examination of the idea of specific chakra energies in the physical body and the etheric bodies.

The energies may have been formed in our chakras at the time of energy conception, primordially speaking.

During the Big Bang, the Unified Energy (Omh) or 158 mghz energy was changed. It was either lengthened or shortened.
These various energies in our bodies, may be collecting units (for want of a better word) for various types of energy needed by our bodies, but more importantly, trigger our bodies into various spiritual actions, via esoteric energy-communication.

Let's use or imagination to think about energy, in particular atomic energy.

We do not necessarily have to been keen astro-physicts to understand the basic nature of atoms.

Let's take this a step further; what happened when the Big Bang happened? Atomic particles spread outward from the source of the "Big Bang".

If our chakras are energic systems, do they act similar to the nature of the universe, or cosmos? Are they acting on behalf of some stored latent energy system, turning on when this energy system says "on".

For example, let's say that the Universe has collapsed numerous times before, that the "Big Bang" has been one of many Big Bangs throughout time.

What if those many Big Bangs were leftover in our chakras, and each chakra development shows in energic form the evolution not only of the cosmos' many collapses and rebirths but the stored chakra energy from the previous Big Bangs?

Let's take this a step further; what if the chakra energy "takes care" of it's own particular chakra dominion. Because each chakra represents not only a place on the body, but that particular place on the body's energic system, may it be too outlandish to suggest that the energy chakra system and locale could be directly porportional to the energy collapse/rebirth.

This may seem a bit of a stretch to think that each body part (or chakra) may represent a combination of stars from that last collapse. In other words, our bodies represent an outgrowth of the cosmos, in particular, each energic system within our bodies represents a previous star, galaxy, and universe collapse. This maybe hard to understand, but is it really?

Our bodies are basically recording devices, our dna acts as a multi-layered tracking system of cosmos. It is the chakras which remember and keep active this particular "brand" of energy. Each chakra represents a esoteric brand of energy. Our chakras may be layered in such a way, like the newly discovered string theory, and we, as a body have been active for that many rebirths.

To understand that to go from one chakra level to another, we need to "ascend" to the next chakra level, the highest being our crown chakra (in the physical body per se). Therefore, we must activate these chakras via various chants, sounds, etc. These sounds correspond to the prior universe's sound. We are carrying in our bodies a legacy of cosmic sounds, and we continue to do this, until we become unified once again with the crown chakra.

Since the crown chakra is the physical body's best chakra to be, to be spiritual enlghtened we "climb up the chakra stairs". We meditate, chant, etc to exist at that place where we are existing.

Since not all of us are born as "Enlightened Gurus" we must climb those chakra stairs, one step at a time. Firstly, understanding the mechanism to enlghtenment. We have been there before, but it is difficult to maintain the crown chakra's steady form of awakened enlightenment of awareness when in the physical. Why? It is due to the fact that the physical manifest is part of the nature of the universe; it is heavy just like the body can be when living life at the lower chakra levels.

The lower chakras, must, therefore, balance the higher chakras, especially the crown chakra, but how?

Since living in the physical duality, I am of the contention that the higher, better chakra place to exist is the crown chakra because it is how we are suppose to live when we are harmonized and balanced. Yet the physcial nature of our atoms does not allow for this..but SURPRISE~! IT DOES allow for this amazing transformation all the time. We just need to know how to access this, and there are many techniques and methods of how to do this in yoga practices.

The duality has created a heaviness, and you can tell by looking at the structure of the body. The energies between the lower sacral chakra (the lower spine) and the higher crown energy fuel one another in the duality. If there is a unity, it is beyond the physical, and not descended to us to transform us into "light beings" as yet.

If you look at the way the body is in segments, and needs to reboot this energy every once in a while you can tell that the physical world appears to be going through atrophy. Even our chakras feel uninspired some days and need a meditative or chanting boost. Why would we need to do this if we are already ascended in the unity? It is due to the fact that we are in the process of ascending, at certain times the "ascending" mechanism "turns on" and we find we are lighter, more spriitual that day, and the next day, in fades away again.

Think of this; our brains and our reproductive parts. Have you ever wondered what was the purpose of the "feel-good" release of serotonin, the natural opiates found in the brain after orgasm? This whole effect seems to work much like a electronic charge, our bodies are fueling our transmission into the ascension or big bang collapse to rebirth. Each time we are having an orgasm we are having a mini Big Bang. Our bodies remember this energy and this energy is reproductive; in other words, this energy makes not only more energy, but specialized energy, maybe even specialized atomic energy. Wierd or What as William Shatner would say. Yes, I concur~!

Our bodies are designed to be cosmic, and contain the cosmic seed for the survival of our cosmic seeds. All these energy seeds (chakras) may be developing us into some new form in the next rebirth, and it maybe unnecessary for physical bodies the next rebirth, as the energy is combining and expanding as well, depending on the seeds we have stored atomically within us to create this next outgrowth of the cosmos, ever further expanding in ways of light, yet so unknown.

Isn't it a touch of Curiosity which made you read this? (see addendum)

After capitulating on the sacral and sacred effluence of gray matter repository and its hereditary influenc, I have come to the conclusion that I totally forgot to mention ANYTHING about the most important SACRED CHAKRA..and it is the THIRD EYE (via the pineal gland).

Why did I forget the most important "All seeing", "omniscent" "I AM"tm?

I don't know but as I was mulling over the other sacral I all of a sudden said "shit, what about the Third Eye"?

I immediately thought I was going to get expelled from class, when...saved by the bell~!!!

I remembered~!!!

The Third Eye is the Unknown Entity as known as God or the God particle is housed here, within the holy chambers of the pineal gland of the third eye.

There is no planet that represents the Third Eye, or galaxy or Universe. The third eye entity is the Unity. Thank-you very much for letting me complete this important discussion~

As far as why I believe the various planets, etc are part of our chakra system. Let's examine my reasons;

The Earth Chakra is our base chakra...it is our "grounding" to the earth. I think we all remember Jimi Hendrix song that state "let me move your earth" or something to that effect. The earth is the energy of our primal needs and is directly connected to the limbic system of our brain, as we are slowly evolving from our earth energies to our cosmic unified energy.

All these energies, of the body chakras correspond to the immediate spheres of influence, that being the sun and moon.

The sun and moon have always played this role in ancient history, the moon represent romantic love, for example, so it is fitting that the moon is the chakra energy of our Heart Chakra..the most important chakra.

Why is the Moon Heart Chakra the most important chakra? It is due to the fact that the moon is not just a "satellite" of earth, but it is also the earth's negative twin. While the moon is void of life, the earth is affluent with life. While the moon is cold, the earth is hot, etc, etc. You can see that the many contrasts, the yinyang of the earth moon is quite illustrative of this nemesis-like effect. We, the earth, needs the moon as it is part of primordial self. Why? It is my contention that the moon split from the earth's core a long time ago in earth's ancient history. The moon still holds sway for us, it contains the negative antimatter "atom" in its core. The moon represent eternity; the earth life and death. The sun is eternal, yet it also, one day will not be eternal, as the moon will always remain eternal in our hearts. You really have to understand this, in a heart-felt way. I believe the Mayans understood this power-sway of the moon within us. The moon is a very powerful "near-object".

As far as the sun is concerned, when dealing with the solar plexus chakra; it is one word "powerful". The sun had been worshipped for eons by man as they thought the sun was a god or god. This ancient history does play into today's aspect of how the sun is an active participant in our lives. The sun is our life. Without the sun we do not exist. It is clearly felt our need to communicate this with the sun. We receive positive energies from the sun to energize our bodies, minds and spirit. The sun really is an energy that is spiritual. After taking pictures of the sun and publishing them on FB I am aware of the partiicular quality of the sun. It is a majestic personality and adores attention from our heart chakra, and does allow us to interact with it. The sun is highly emotional, being a fire element, but at it's core is the unity, the unity chakra of the crown. Lately I have witnessed the sun wearing a "crown chakra" hat, or "shaman's hat" with all the colours of the rainbow. (see the picture below). The sun is our intent's energy. We can actively speak in this solarplexus way, and create the earth, solar system, universe, etc. to be in harmony. Likewise, ancient mystics knew about the power of the sun-chakra as a way of creating unearthly magic, via the illusion of the mirror gateway portal. This is a complex feat which I will discuss in detail at a later date.

The throat chakra, for example is represented by me as the energy of our Milky Way Galaxy. One of many spiralling galaxies in our unknown universe, we do not understand if we all spin one way or the other, or are going to or away from the center of the universe. We do not understand the many celestial objects energic system upon us in entireity, but we do understand there is an effect, as Astrologers have tried, some successfully to understand the nature of these spheres on our particular atomic structure (time and space) at the time/space of our birth. It is a phenomenal study and one in which I am learning, albeit slowly as it is complete to understand ascending descending, void of course, houses, etc. However, I believe I will further discover our bodies' connectedness to our course, or mission in life.

The crown chakra is in my opinion the pinnacle chakra, the center where you truly want to be, and exist forever in this unity. It is the Unity Chakra, and we ascend, via how we "turn on" each chakra until that time when it happens automatically for all. Yes there are some abberant "cases" of those who are cosmically awakened to this enlightenment's awareness, however these very fortunate few are few and far between.

Another thought came to me on my walk with Zoey. I thought about how the energies combine and exchange to create a further awaken awareness in the individual who is, in fact a unity already, just the "parts" don't understand this completely, as there are many levels, layers, mirrors, etc to ascend, to understand the "ego-lessness" of it all, and stay in that place of the here and now. Get rid of all illusions, it can be done~!

As far as my thought today, it was about the brain-body barrier found in the orgasm effect. The orgasm is an electrical exchange of one energy for another. It is as if our bodies are trying to ascend, to push quickly into ascension, to be "cosmic", and we all know that orgasms do have this effect; they make us cosmic.

To push this thought even further, consider this; our bodies need for sex (and thereby orgasm) is the need for us to ascend, but there just isnt enough energy in our bodies to make it complete, that is why we keep going back for more and more. Something to think about for the Kundalini specialists reading this today~!:)