Friday, December 28, 2012

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
 
 
 


Sunday, December 16, 2012

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
 
 
 


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

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
 
 
 

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
 

Friday, November 16, 2012

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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Friday, November 9, 2012

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

Sunday, October 28, 2012

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~!!!



Monday, October 15, 2012

Mag#136 "aLL Life iS a sWIRL"

Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle
 
aLL lIFE iS a sWIRL
a wHIRLY bIRD
trippy
 
Chiccoreal
 

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
 
 
 
 
 
 


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
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, October 6, 2012

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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Sunday, September 23, 2012

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?

Thursday, September 13, 2012

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

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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;

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
 
Please find more words about tubular cubes and wavy smokestakes here;
Thanks Tess for the Modern Art prompt~!!!
 
 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

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~
 
 

 

Thursday, August 23, 2012

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/
 
 


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

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
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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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

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~!:)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Mag #128 Choice Communication

We come to learn that communication
is an exchange of energy
it can be painful, unpleasant static
or
it can be a fleshy feel-good smooth-skin flow

We come to learn that communication
is an intimate protrait
it can be subtle as silk-lined drawers
or
it can be loud like Larry Skin-flint rage

We come to learn that communication
is necessary to survive
it can be softie ice cream spoken "heads up"
or
it can be a hard ass grind in grist hell

We come to learn that communication
will always be
as we are merely atoms smashers
it can be a fun bouncing randomly a romp-a-delic
or
it can be a liftetime of hell in the blast furnace of undiluted Pain

Our choice

image by Zelko Nedic

thanks Tess
Choose wisely here;
http://www.magpietales.blogspot.ca/

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Mag#127 "Swirling Angst" in Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz "Chiccoreal" Kline

                                                       Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline



EXPRESS YOURSELF

CAPTURE THE MOOD

THE MOMENT
TO
SPILL YOUR GUTS
PLEASE
ONTO
OPEN
FLASHES
OF
RAVEN BLACK
WITH
A
VERY WET
BRUSH
WETNESS
LEAKS
ALL OVER
UNCONTROLLABLY
SO
SLOPPY
IS LIFE
WHEN
IMMEDIATE
ART
AS
PAINT
ON
GESSO'D
MUSEUM
QUALITY
CANVAS
WAIT
WE'RE BACK IN '52
YOU MUST HAVE FELT
THIS "8" FORM
ONE TIME OR OTHER
CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTHE
WE
FORMS WERE BIRTHED
COME OUT
FROM
DEEP INSIDE YOU
EXPRESS
AN
ANGRY 8
CIRCLES ROUND
TURN
MORE RECTANGULAR
SOON
AN
OPENING
AT THE
BIRDHOUSE GALLERY
LOOK UP
5TH AVENUE
AS THE 60'S
SOON TO FOLLOW
FLOW
LOVE
BROUGHT FORTH KLINE
A
RETURN TO ROCKER COLOUR
MODERN
HOW STARK
LIFE
AND SEX IN
THE CITY
WITH THE
BIG APPLES
GLITTER
ART GROUPIES
WHEN NAKED FOOT
WALKS
BAREFOOT IN THE PARK
TO SEE SELF
DRUNK
I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE FEELING
THEN
AS
FOR
NOW
I
STILL
FEEL
IT
FOR
LITTLE
DID
FEEL IT
I FELT
I TOLD YOU THIS
FOR
NOW
I KNOW IT
YOU WERE SO COOL
IN THE STUDIO
WATCHING YOU
SOHO
ALSO
I
NOW
THEN
WHAT I KNOW NOW
WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
YOUR ART
YOU FELT IT
YES
I FEEL YOUR
STRUGGLE
WITH FORMS
PLAY BIG GESTALT GAMES
Rorschach
BUTTERFLIES
A DRAWN PAINTING
MORE THAN THIS
IT IS
BLACK AND WHITE
YOU FELT THIS
BACK IN 52
DRAWN BACK TO BLACK IN THICK
IMPATIENT 
PASTA
IMPASTO
LINES DRAWN
IN
THE SAND
MINIMAL
PAINTED
THE
ART
OF
SLOWLY EVOLVING
RAW
FORMS
BIRTHED
LIKE
CANVAS BABIES
IN
ANGRY
ABSTRACTION
AS
THESE
FORMS
REMAIN BURNT
BLURRED
RESIDUAL
IMAGES
BLOCKING OUT
OUR
MIND'S
RETINAL
IMAGES
ETCHED
OUR
DNA
PAINTED
OVER
ROUGH PATCHES
AS
FIERCE
STROKES
WEAKEN
ALL
STRENGTH
AND
RESOLVE
TO FIND
WHEN
FOUND
THE PAINTINGS
TALK FEELINGS
WHERE
WE
WERE
QUICKLY
DISPENSED
ONCE
BITTERNESS
A
PILL
FELT
BELOW
THE CONGA LINE
WITH
ELBOWS
WRISTS
AND
SHOULDERS
ASUNDER
WHO'S
KINESTHETICALLY
LITERATE
NOW
TO
RELEASE
THE
DANCE
ACROSS
THE
INTEGRITY
OF
SPACE
WHO MADE
YOU AN ARTIST
ANYWAY?
DID MAKE
AN
"8"
SWIRL
AS
PRIMEVAL
LIGHTENING
STRIKES
NAUTICAL
CANVAS
CAUTION
ARTIST'S
LIFE
FELT
FORM
HERE
SELLING
SHELLING OUT
VAST
AMOUNTS
OF LOVE
AND
ANCIENT
SAILS
ENIGMATIC
AUTOMATIC
ENERGY
THIS
SHAMAN
ARTIST
CHANNELLED
INSTEAD OF
CANCELLING
OR
OPTING OUT
OF
LIFE
HE LIVED IT
THROUGH HIS ART
BY
FRANZ
KLINE

"8"
http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/franz-kline/figure-eight-1952#supersized-artistPaintings-277505