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THE SQUARE ROOT OF ALL DREAMS

2012-01-27T11:07:00.005-05:00

last night's dream

about roots

inexplicable as

a root dr of knowledge being there

i had no doubt knew that I was dreaming

being a man of know and all

so why he was there?

it was my dream

why did I go to him to find the root cause of my pain?

but he was there

always has been

as these roots are active

growing all the time deeper and deeper

unfurled in this way in the spiral

I have to gather together

bandwidth solid

a state of grace

to become the dream

and be the latent energy stored

listening

networking

CTR actually, really~!

rootworking my mind's gone subtle subdued lighting

enlightenment's embodiment of this boddhi tree

in my mind

these roots do appear as neural pathways

as natural a thing

as organic a thing

as rooted a thing I am

and it is this tree

rooted in me, rooted to life energy

this life roots us altogether rooting for US

AND I hug each day as if it were my last

I want to make last

this moment of deepest rootedness

bearing down deeper into the soulful soil

i give birth to myself and all my umbilicus

roots run deep

and deeper still

these waters surrounding us in this bubble we live in

and still attuned to the sound

attached at the hip

drumming

sounding

listening

from the deep woods

sprung the words of LOVE

entwined in my hearted root system

his voice in mine

i sense his coaching methods

makes me speak another language

I've never heard fluently

and as i slept soundly

and dreamt of days before days

and felt this need within

going way down

past the point of no return; no exit

bringing up from the depths

bringing up from the entanglement

bringing up the yarns of yards of

dangling root systems

with a life so tenacious as to be fragile

sensitive to touch by minutiae

these fonacci'd calibrated hairs

these i hold in my hands

let their earth seep into my sweat

carried up into my root system

i am learning the source of we are

this very tall tree of life

effervescent

ephemeral

Ephraim's Moravian star

so sacred a thing

so subtle an energy

so want to stay wrapped in all these tentacled arms

that would have loved me

had they stayed alive

but rooted they were growing away from me

finding new life in the underground caves of the unconscious

what is this?

Chiccoreal

(source for above; Google Free Images http://museenraptured.blogspot.com/2011/09/roots-and-woeful-seven.html) Thank-you for the usage of above image!

Mag#101 Japanese 101

2012-01-23T10:22:00.003-05:00

MAG 101 JAPANESE 101

From Boris Hoppek's
Tokyo exhibit "Ever"

誰もが寿司を食べる

タンパク質は、魂のために良いです。

この禅瞬間に包ま

everyone eat sushi

protein is good for the soul

wrapped up in this zen moment

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/

Chiccoreal

Ascension Earth 2012: Message from the Galactic Federation 1/21/12

2012-01-21T14:20:00.000-05:00

Ascension Earth 2012: Message from the Galactic Federation 1/21/12: The forward is a personal message sent to Greg from the Galactic Federation. ‘Dear Greg, after careful review, additional regional ‘tr...

Magpie #100 One Hundred Reasons Why

2012-01-17T12:57:00.004-05:00

MAGPIE TALES #100

sculpture: Jason deCaires Taylor

;One Hundred Reasons Why

One hundred reasons why

I never could die

I never could say goodbye

I never could ask

One hundred reasons why

I could never die

I never could say goodbye

I never could ask you again

water passes between us

the long gone forever

lost in this sea

I use to call forgetfulness

Chiccoreal

Please join us in the revelry here;

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/

Thank-you Tess Kincaid 100 X thousands of lasting memories here!

Zoey Gets Panned and Remembering The Iditarod and Robert W. Service

2012-01-11T08:27:00.006-05:00

in memory of

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

by Robert W. Service

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGeycdvsAgM

zOeY gEtS pAnnEd

the dog Zoey was moving

so quickly

I was panning

so slowly

the dog's was panting

and sniffing all the time as usual

a virtual nose on a dog

i was pantomiming the action

pretending to be a great photographer

maybe Karsch?

panicking that I would not get the shot

going with the flow of the dog

being The Art of Zen Photog

because the dog never

stands still

she pulls and pulls

like an old musher

she gave and gave and won me the old 49er

a whole sled-load of quart oil for her

in the Great Northern Iditarod dogsled races

of which I recall Nibbles my old boxer mix

won just such a whole box of 24X24 quarts of oil

long enough ago now

in the 90's

but now I am Zen again

please remember when

but the moment is the focus

if I can get 'er in focus!!!

YES!!!

to get a picture worthy picture

to grace all the covers of Time

see how the background is blurred?

see how the dog should be more in focus?

see how Jane is totally frustrated?

Confusious ask too many questions

Just be Jane

experience your laboured breathing

hold it tight

focus all that energy on the shot!

no don't shoot the turkeys

go beserk in the field

or the deers so swift with

their cottonwhite tails whipping me in the face

and so tauntingly too

telling me

'ha ha'

you missed the shot!

these new-fangled devices

need to get upgraded in my opinion

for the love of my digicam!

Chiccoreal

http://www.iditarod.com/learn/history.html

Magpie #99 Maybe Yul Be There

2012-01-10T08:45:00.004-05:00

image: Lee Friedlander

image: Lee FriedlanderMagpie #99

Maybe Yul Be There

Maybe Yul be there
Waiting for us wanderlings
Watching over us always

Chiccoreal

Please join the Yul activity here;

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/

Fitness & Health with Dr. Gabe Mirkin: Environmental Factors Associated with Breast Cance...

2012-01-09T11:47:00.000-05:00

Fitness & Health with Dr. Gabe Mirkin: Environmental Factors Associated with Breast Cance...: A recent report says that " Lifestyle Changes Prevent One-Third of Cancers ", and that fewer than 10 percent of breast cancer cases are inhe...

Wolf In Dog's Clothing? Black Wolves May Be First 'Genetically Modified' Predators

2012-01-08T23:03:00.000-05:00

Wolf In Dog's Clothing? Black Wolves May Be First 'Genetically Modified' Predators

COSMOS SIETE: OUR INTEGRAL WELLNESS AND OUR ATTUNMENT WITH THE ...

2012-01-08T22:06:00.000-05:00

COSMOS SIETE: OUR INTEGRAL WELLNESS AND OUR ATTUNMENT WITH THE ...: OUR INTEGRAL WELLNESS AND
OUR ATTUNMENT WITH THE COSMIC RHYTHM
August/21/’11
Indeed that we are the harmonious blending of body, ...

~TREES~

2012-01-08T12:27:00.005-05:00

Roots take wings to fly the free skies

TREES
always dig deeper
arbourtoreum motto
overheard over soft heads
TREES
buzz wires with your dew
electro-static-elecric
Symbiotic life depends
TREES
Codependent tree
Cocreative being
Corelative life
TREES
full of glory be
once eons of nights push past
twined burlap sacks hold tight
TREES
Have your fill of the fullness of soil
let it curl between your furled rivlets
making wide your berth
TREES
a new day dawns
for meet and greet trees
never flinching always swaying
TREES
never grinding sometimes creaking
as you as tree life have always gone this way
TREES
slipped beneath the screams of other plants
you never yelled like my philadenrons
you took your fate like a slab of meat
TREES
as you like it, to go with the flow of destiny
always always unafraid
how you knew how to
TREES
stand your ground so tall and proud
grandfathered into existence this quality of yours
besides your fine grain of rings circling years around you
TREES
even after the high-pitch of chainsaw in the distant fields
came inching closer to your neck of the woods
remember how I heard the noise first
TREES
my heart lept from my heart into your segmented arms dalled limbs
staring me down and you showed me
how to make heart wreaths from your spliced prunings
TREES
I tried to warn you
to save you
to sit in you all day and night
TREES
a vigil of a tree-sitter
a verifiable tree-hugger
a definite tree-lover
TREES
but you were already dead or very near
hanging by a thread your lifeblood sucked
like marrow from your sap
rotted from the inside out tree cancer burls
we make clocks out of these
TREES
by the thought of human's insensitivity to this dead wood almost
but that's ok being fenced in like this?
heard in the after distance an altar by the highway
TREES
the slishslosh of snowy in day on a January sunday
as cars make double time to return to slow down
as the sunsets so low too bright for eyes
TREES
you trees stand between me and the sun
but the sun is winning
as my eyes can no longer see for me beyond the stars and between the hours
of hazy misty foggy auras of past tree life
TREES
of trees that should have been there
to stop my blindness now
unaccustomed to the intensity of life without trees
TREES
make a speech for i am speechless
not painless save you of the white birch society
as gripping is this hypnotic passing of shadows
TREES
flash past me trees on the long drive
first igniting then searing my brain
ocular so tied into the brain
TREES
finding my hands cannot block the sun
when holding them up to sunglassed eyes
as endless as summer searching for stop stop stop
TREES
these trees incessant and endless mindnumbing starbursts
overpowering overwhelming my whelping mind
like a bright lighthouse or blue oysters
TREES
a cult of more cowbell at this bovine's expense
when then, what did I see
but a billion universes I cannot explain
TREES
how funny to see me sitting there stunned and stoned
by artless artifice
when full force open to eternity these lasers
TREES
burnt rivulets into my mushbrain full of gray trees now
of canaries mice and men and dull yellow birds in brain cages
salvaging my soul, a saving grace; the light that saved me
TREES
who's shadows flicker across the cerebellum
blinking of those twinkly light bulbs
the on off of neuroluminosity this way of being able to see
TREES
and now my eyes can see their own vessel as all is blood red as sun now
in my ocular migraine called ouch
tears of crimson tinge fall down like iron bullets to the dground
TREES
falling down rain stained tears
to meet on your feet
never hold back the potential of the seeded one
TREES
stretch up to the sky and tell your story
as you see the big picture clearly now
which is for us quite small considering your size
TREES
as we remember a time, not long ago
when humans were beechnuts, not as kind to you
as you were to us
TREES
sheltering us from swelter no matter the weather
storms sleet and hail
keeping us warm through the ice ages
TREES
they nailed a sign on you
No Trespassing
Trees; Forgive Us Our Trespasses
TREES
let us now lean upon you
adore your massive elephantine trunks
as they feed us your sublime life energies
TREES
God gave us this proud stand of trees
in the Co-Creator Universe we feed
So never remove the source, the tree
TREES
from the equation
as you've held your ground for so long
gave us swingtime on willowy branches
TREES
from your limbs we played Tarzan all day
rounded your trunk holding hands and singing
ring round the Rosey
TREES
made love on your blanket of fallen leaves
the persian carpet of longing desires
we dreamed there
TREES
pined for your forested floors
to cover us one day
but today
TREES
we sup under the fragrant pines
lungs take in the airy breeze
blowing in the wind
TREES
a lovely day
to sup en pleine aire
with a bear and a picnic basket
TREES
please delve deeper into the abyss of our shadow'd souls
known as the human unconsciousness,
only trees are conscious in this sleepy illusion
TREES
as we are the trees worst nightmares
so waken from the sleep state of the unconscionable
the time has come when we as humans
TREES
if we are to find anything of worth here
we have found this thing in the tree
this pure life force of radiant energy
TREES
as anything can be humanly possible
especially surrender to the force
that rocks the cradle of the earth
TREES
recall the times when
we were all one
the sad remembering
TREES
Yo trees
help us wake up!
wake up and smell the Yew Brew
TREES
as deep as four fathoms five
these redwood trees did reach
all the way to our Echo Beach
TREES
roots and all went down, down, down
dug in deeper the low down
as beauties balanced YinYang
TREES
as these forces converged in
energy held in que
all perfect as it should be
TRESS
in the Art of Zen and tree gardens
we found peace
the trees clamber to be climbers
TREES
long to make us a coat of their bark
they never bark orders
but subtlely awakened us
TREES
with LOVE
to touch down and reach the unfurled sky
gather close
touch the sun's illuminating rays
TREES
feel warmed by the solar energizer
engineered by trees interface
in the middle of all kinds of weather
TREES
Listen Empathe
I hold you near
signal for the time of the regrowth sequence
TREES
forgoe retribution with redistribution
think not of the past but focus on the future
our ers as your parent-caregiver
TREES
are now our heirs apparent needing to live
grow along with us,
in our own time,
TREES
and through the many generations to come
as the human faces the cold future winds
with your hand hold us still
TREES
keep us from quivering and shivering and turning blue without you
it is a pipeline to our souls
your trunks we yearn to embrace as one of us
TREES
holding unto a memory stored in your data banks your tree dna
as there comes a time when our own grandparents walked this lane alone
thinking the same thing; what does the future hold
TREES
so they held onto you with their dear life
and prayed you'd hear them and anwer their prayers
and you prayed along with them
TREES
a direct connect to the maker of all that is this
here and now on the planes of illusion
the dream mets us were we stood standing as one LOVE
TREES
to make a stand
this stand of trees holds poignant ground
All who would live in you
TREES
bush babies, sparrows and chickadees
crows and ravens, too numerous variety
all differentiated by the differential of variant energies
TREES
all needed to become the unified LOVE field we need to escape the illusion
into the world we were meant to live in as ONE LOVE
squirrels and hawks, racoons and others who woefully longed for the shade
TREES
in the dry desert
in the mid-summer noon-day sun
trees were like the cool midnight moon
TREES
bathing us in effervescent life energies
and always their unbroken their wings the tree rings did record
in record time the memories of our energies here
TREES
we are unaware of this
yet
their tenacious grasp lived in both worlds at once
TREES
and they were always at their best when up to bat
rooting for us humans
giving us the needed oxygen to go the miles we have gone before
TREES
always gave us sure footing, to behoove us
never to make a snare for our feet unless some other vine was unintentionally invited
inside our Eden
TREES
caught us off guard as these monstrous living enties could only watch us
destroy them
without tearing our hearts out and eating them
TREES
to hear their tormented cries would drive us insane
so we cannot hear their pitch entirely
as axe had dug deep into the heart of this being
TREES
we think can't help but feel sorry for the trees
Our new renewal is to make tree life happen
to give a wider berth than normally alotted
TREES
as trees needs this doing to making
as so alive we will become when this forest undulates with energies alive
full of hidden potential unleashed by life
TREES
this hustle bustle of bursting through jungle life
and at the same time we sew through the see-through
those seams that bind us all together
TREES
so that all will be as it did seem to be then as it is now
it is so
to be so now we sew. we repair. we fix.
TREES
idyllic, we make the world
so sophoric as altogether we are divine
the keepers of this forested glen
TREES
this utopia of cornucopia from plant life tofruit bearing trees
heavily-laden with heavy turned light bodied offerings
of us feasting at the harvest table
TREES
no longer a threshing machine to cut off life
but a place where life is imbued with continual goodness of good life
energies of noncombustible perpetual energy
TREES
emotionally satisfying our cravings for life in all ways
our tables bursting;
we then sing like birds in the trees we made to happen
TREES
as keepers of the garden
we keep healthy
thank-you trees for many your rich blessings
TREES
as birds of a feather kindly take to the skies
singing songs of the bluebird of happiness
a whole other world we make it here and now
TREES　
And so on this day, all the trees died
as soon humans followed
and on this day, one of many
TREES
the planet became a lonely place again
as the linear protrusions of dead roots
lifted their lifeless fingerlings
TREES
to a cold gray everyday sky
hands held tight, close the heart of the
earth's internal beat we cannot hear
TREES
but the tree listens and grows according to the seasons
and in witner the energy stored practically used for
all intents and purpose to bare more fruit
TREES
for all the children who inhabit this wooden house
a treehouse of sorts, a fun place to raise the kids
around the fresh air that oozes from each pungent
TREES
cedar and oak, every endless song of multiple variety
bore their nakedness
to the elements year after year
TREES
stoic trees
you rise from the container
which held you in her arms
TREES
held this tightly all together
wrapped up like a beautiful present
always feel the heart beat
TREES
the living sap of sugar energy
coating the viens of woody flesh with plant life
in lieu of rocks
TREES
trees are alive like us
sentient beings facing
the same quandry of life and death
TREES
food or none
water or drought
good times or bad
TREES　
all this round mound of mother earth
into the woods,
the earth under the trees
grows rich with her growth
TRESS
year after year
leaving leaves as compost
a composition as lovely as a painting
TREES
breath deeply now as the life under rooted timber
inhaled her deep oxygenated soul
so within her being I could feel her lung-like branches
TREES
billowing in my face this
clean oxygenated air refreshing my mind body and soul
thanks to the trees
TREES
all said when they tasted her fresh air process
breath out the energized tree molecules
let loose the trees to live
TREES
to breath and let breath the other creatures
who inhabit the
holding onto their mother like a hug
TREES
deep into the ground the tress holding onto
for so dearly, so tenderly the earth in turn
carresses the trees, giving way as need be
TREES
allowing the fingers of earth's lungs
to expand into yet unknown reaches
finding the sun, exchanging light for air
TREES
clinging and clutching
the tree makes soil for the earth's
consciousness want verdant green firelds of trees
TREES
swaying
billowing
dancing
TREES
in the wind
finding sun
as all interdependents
TREES
know that
they need to survive
by being one amazing energized
TREES
infused with respect each element
bends forms and reforms matter
as spirit, trees echo our lives
TREES
youngster, teenager and adult
as all life is replayed in trees
the rings in their trunks
TREES
speak of time in eons not years
as ancient trees
the ancestor now fossilized
TREES
leave behind a wealth of living knowledge
of the health and welfare of a community
before man
TREES
had ever touched foot upon the earth
the trees stood before
waiting for us
TREES
with open branches
holding onto us, reaching deep into the memory soil
the knowing woman
TREES
mother earth
and into our hearts
swinging
FREES
falling
replace the soil with yearly toil
TREES
their lives
outlive
our hours

Chiccoreal

TReeS as SoUL sUrVivAL

2012-01-08T10:26:00.006-05:00

Trees As Soul Survival

Suddenly there was a disconnect
a brake with reality on this sad day
when the clear-cut loggers led the way
to destroy the very thing that would be
our only means of survival
and on this day, and one of many days to come
humans would reduce the land to something less than

and no longer could we call the earth

as no longer could we renew our soul in her
as earth needs soil from the trees and now the planet
could not sustain itself the very life it had always been
because humans forgot

the importance of trees
now that all the trees were dead or dying

Chiccoreal

Emily Dickinson Returns~~!!!"Sown in dishonor"! #62

2012-01-07T10:53:00.005-05:00

A 1631 painting by Pietro Cortona.Ananias of Damascus restores the sight of Saint Paul.
"Sown in dishonor"! by Emily Dickinson

"Sown in dishonor"!
Ah! Indeed!
May this "dishonor" be?
If I were half so fine myself
I'd notice nobody!

"Sown in corruption"!
Not so fast!
Apostle is askew!
Corinthians 1. 15. narrates
A Circumstance or two!

Emily is being, in my opinion, somewhat sardonic and sarcastic for a good reason. She feels St Paul is biased against Baptizing. And in Emily's mind Baptism is extremely important.

It is her tone in this brief blurb of a poem which indicates Emily's true feelings regarding this passage of the Bible.

In regards to a Biblical quote Emily indeed has a definite, if not, contraversial opinion. In referencing Corinthians 1:15 directly in the last stanza of her poem, Emily clearly states a brashness (in those days her even questioning the Bible would be considered much more than brash and Emily if she voiced this would have become somewhat of a priah). Thus, her stark wording in her poem "Sown in dishonor"! Emily hit the nail on the head, and I am sure this was somewhat of an emotional release for Ms Em.

In particular Emily states "Apostle is askew" speaking of St. Paul (who wrote Corinthians). What exactly does Emily mean? It took me a google to the Bible quote today! And I am reading through the entire Corinithian section to fully understand Emily's raised ir.

I am thinking that Emily is quite upset at Paul being happy that he did not baptize any of the so called "sinners" other than the two sainted men called "Crispus and Gaius".

Emily does not like the fact that St and Apostle Paul feels that he did not come to baptize the community of believers, rather, that he came to spread the Gospel of Christ;

Cor 1:14 "I thank God that I baptized none of you, but Crispus and Gaius".

"For Christ sent me not to baptize, but to preach the gospel: not with wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of no effect." Cor 1:17

As Paul was of the belief, or thought that his mission from Christ the Power and Wisdom of God was only to spread the word, and not to Baptize.(what did Paul think of John the Baptist? One would have to wonder about the exact reasons as to why St Paul felt this way).

Emily does believe any of it, and in my opinion, especially that Baptism is essential to Christiandom and that St Paul is incorrect by not placing Baptism as an absolute priority of his Godly mission.

"Not so fast!
Apostle is askew!
Corinthians 1. 15. narrates
A Circumstance or two!"

Maybe Emily was aware of, or was a member of the Baptist community in Amherst M.A. as Baptism does play a pivotal role in this religious sect of Christianity. I'd have to ask if this is in fact the case, or if Emily had other friends or family who was sharing the Baptist philosophy with Emily. As well as Anabaptist philosophy in the community of Amherst M.A. during Emily's time.

Contraversy! Never to see the light of day. I wonder if Emily could have discussed these issues at the local quilting club meetings with the ladies. What did the ladies discuss? Could Emily only write such things in her personal poem/diaries?
Points to ponder!

An brief aside from Chiccoreal: re Emily's motivations as per her undisclosed and unpublished in her lifetime poems;

Ahhh!!! A biblical poem today! And it is showing a bit of the Emilian sardonic sarcasm in a refreshingly modern way! (who were suppose to read these "hidden" poems anyway, kept as a diary of emotions or feelings never to see the light of day whilst Emily were alive!). Lest now she rests knowing her release meant the release of such artful poems of a socio-political-literary turn. Indeed Emily's turn to be the spirit of conscious finally! Was it really that stuffy and limiting as per women who'd like to say things in the open but could not. Wonders what Em would think about blogging and the internet in general? Did she foresee the day of true free speech? Never to fear now!

http://kj2000.scripturetext.com/1_corinthians/1.htmhttp://en.wikisource.org/wiki/%22Sown_in_dishonor%22!

Magpie #98 The River Flows Gently Smoothly Softly

2012-01-02T18:06:00.003-05:00

Magpie #98 The River Flows Gently Smoothly Softly

The River

Flows

Gently

Smoothly

Softly

a gentle man

who sanctimoniously

crosses himself twice

before he delves into her dwelling place

as she barely reaches the river

holding onto branches

softly swaying to the sounds

of riverrocks burblings

twisting and turnings

a slip sliding of over-flow

endless streams of incoming

never held back

trying out his heel to toe stability

trying to stop the endless push by wind

waves cat paws scratch

reclaiming his property rights

eroding his power of tenacity

his backwash banks

sliding into her carried along

her swift-footed stream

mounts water pressure

erode his resolve to his earth, his soil

and then she plows through

his earthen domain

as he

genuflects

in the process

causes her edges

flickery wisps of water

without end

fundamentally

she bears down

asserting her right to resist him

to exist

this old river woman

there where two energies met

God had touched them then

right there

made them one

Earth and River

RiverEarth

first contact had been made

as rocks fused them

melding them like steel

as she refused to remember or recall

the pungent smell of ozone in the process

the night of the thunderous dark lightening

made them merge as one

communicating

waters

pray for your

powerful energies

to set the slaves free

unwound

unbound

unleashed

now formally let go into the wild rafting wilderness

released the hounds

those dogs who howl

when the water reflects the moon

dipping into the refreshing pools

of Bethesda

whose wild horse spirit

layered beneath

deep realms of consciousness

clear visions

of evergreens

lit up like a holy tree

as all is as calm surface

as one would expect

from a woman of means

who'd push these ancient waters

bubbling

over

and

through

the aquifer

once atrophied

his lush red clay

slathered as she slithered

her

empathetic powers

aware of every movement

every moment

every electric impulse

ephemeral spray her atomizer

brackish depths

she is an unknown

igniting her sparkling mix

of earth

sky and

firewater

utterly transformed

away

he caresses her

snake-like she

meanders like a banshee

far away

past time

past space

into the holding pattern

she of the two sisters

shores his heart

giving shelter

held in a permanent

whirlpool of twirl

holding eternity

is her element

space echoes endlessness too

the magic red canoe bobs like a life buoy

waiting her toss of hair

a spaceship

voyageur

as this he gives and she take

echoes this exchange

of divine ultra feminine

and sacred entirely masculine

pushing against swells

his thighs waded out to her

her thick brush like seaweed

and trunks of trees

she let go

and he did also

bending into her

eroding her unresolved energies

into a pool of bliss

as her majestic rivers renewed

his fullness slowly unleashed

to oh's and awe's

her mournful mountings

became gentle trickles of raindrops

condensed from passion's

heaving cleaving wanton desires

that tickled her smooth touchable surface

as she closed her eyes and feel sleep

bright green and gold shafts of light

awoke her

this morning time

would

transcend her transparentness

the banks shimmering

leaving her qualifying contours

the thing about water

as it made her

cold and damp

standing there still naked in the sun

the cold breeze sent shivers down

her spiny backbone

essential river woman

shivering with emotion

now the shaking like aspens

recalled how she did convulse

the day his passion enfolded her

her body remembered now

this earth between her skin

with life of the lit sun-tipped

leaves

his energizing powers

earth man magic

snaking around her tributaries

meander hither and yon

around her maiden hair

beyond view

beyond any formal vision

love had known before

Chiccoreal

2012-01-02T16:24:00.005-05:00

A blustery sky on New Year's Day

(the clouds looks like an angel to me!)
Today we are having a blustery snowstorm. The temperature is going to dip and we are suppose to get 100 km winds. I guess it is time to bring in the sprinkler!

New Years 2012 was uneventful for me other than the fact that we are embarking upon the ominous year of our supposed doomsday or is it, hopefully; ascension?

Please listen to this interesting podcast by the amazing Graham Hancock!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGpWurEQToQ

Happy New Year 2012!!!
Doom or Gloom or Glory
we in this together!!!

Magpie #97 Three Revealing Haikus For These Three Last Days of December 2011

2011-12-29T11:02:00.004-05:00

Three Haikus For These Three Last Days of December 2011

Mind Over Matter

Men Manipulated You

BiPolar Episode?

What Do You Have On?

You Are Nothing But Baubles

Bubblehead Barbie

Light-Hearted Bubbles

A Revealing Revelry

Elative Fizz of Bubbly?

Have A Happy And Safe NEW YEAR 2012 EVERYONE~~cHeeRs!!!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ Please meaningfully ENJOY the NEW YEAR here!!!

Thanks Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the above photo of Marilyn Monroe...

Cosmic Consciousness: What is IT exactly?

2011-12-28T10:41:00.002-05:00

How CosmiC Consciousness Is kept at a CONSTANT unified circle of awareness; as life is a reflection of yinyang energies, Cosmic Consciousness is also a perfected place where these material energies collect. Here in the centremost place of being is the constant, claimed as our Cosmic Consciousness, or state of being. This special divine energy is perfect, as is the Circle represents no beginning or end. As all material is energized by the constant yet variable interaction between static/atrophy energies and the chaotic energies balance out this sometimes variable energy exchange via polarized exchange; positive to negative and negative to positive, as this is the way the universe continues to survive in a continuity~~A perfect circle, an 'O' FIELD circle of perfect sound, maybe 528 mz found in the Universe OF CO-Creative LOVE. As life IN THE dualistic cycle of continuity stays stagnant in the material state of illusion. As these energies collect to a critical mass and Cosmic Consciousness feeds off this exchange to keep the constant level of energies present. In the vacuum, empty space is another energy, perhaps it is an atrophy energy whose cycle is needed to recharge the negative or positive energies to keep the constant balance required by the constant sustained energies. As all collects to a critical mass and then an exchange of these polar opposites. Thus the constant fueling of the material world to create the Constant state of Cosmic Consciousness or Divine Consciousness.

Magpie Tales #96 CHRISTMAS MO-MINTS

2011-12-21T12:57:00.004-05:00

image: Lee Friedlander, 1966
image: Lee Friedlander, 1966image: Lee Friedlander, 1966image: Lee Friedlander, 1966

~~~MO-MINTS~~~

~~~

yOuR sEe-tHROUGh fLASHINg

SearinG mY PasteFlesH

iNDELIBLEe iNk pLEASe sTAy

~~~

StaY and StaY and StaY

FoR AfterdinneR

Mo~mintS

ArE YeT To HappeN

~~~

oPEn Up YouR GifT

I aMThiS PresenT

I Shall Give To You

~~~

~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS 2011~~~

~~~ENJOY THE MO-MINTS~~~

Magpie #95 More Limerick Licks The Poor Old Boy From Port Dover

2011-12-11T21:00:00.004-05:00

image by Mostafa Habibi

More Limerick Licks

- The Poor Old Boy From Port Dover -

There was an old man from Port Dover

who thought he could row out and save her

although his intent was good

he just wasn't in the mood

the poor old boy from Port Dover

More and more the sinking sand did forsake

with every struggling move he did make

to free himself from this crusty earth

to prove his mettle and his worth

the poor old boy from Port Dover

As the day grew long and the night wore on

the muffled cries a forgotten song

the boat drifted on its own

saved the girl who rowed to town

the poor old boy from Port Dover

Chiccoreal

Please come onboard this Magpie and write by high tide!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/12/mag-95.html

Magpie #94 The Automat

2011-12-05T22:27:00.003-05:00

The Automat

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

The Automat could

not sandwich any more balogna-eaters

or squeeze any more orange juice

or layer any more layer cake

some were stuck

on their coffee cups

a thick broth of atmosphere

drifted ever endlessly

impatient as

the missing waiter

who would serve crackers

with

mulligatawny

beef barley

soup d'jour

all day

who gave these

denizens dessert

the unknown lunch crowd

hushed munching

sliced bread

found a modicum

of homespun

comfort food

in the jackpot slats

heavy breathing

fogged the pate froi gras

narrowing the back-of-the-box

to stagnant foggy clamminess

boule-base atmosphere

tossed salad

juliened and sliced the afternoon light

cut like butter

fingers honed in on

the active part of eating

dispersed light

split slant-like shafts

condensed sauce

creamy dreamy

milkshake silky

muted green pea-sized

pixelized points of edibleness

made by Tooker

own paint-by-number

restaurantaur par none

a close interconnected system

consistent dull routine

potato mash-to-mush

over-cooked by under-cooks

sounds of clanking cutlery

varied values of red greens

as hush puppy sunshine

on top hierarchial angels

downy sleepy heads

partially aware of others

a mini-

lunch break in organized unison

for this Automaton

in the Art Museum by

The Factory

all these auto-sonomic-automatons

Vachon half-moon

identical faces

bow in supplication

by the feeding bowl

to the cafeteria gods

often

called

Mundane's

On 34th Street

~~Chiccoreal~~

Welcome to the Automat! Please join the luncheon crew here: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this amazing piece of art by famous artist Tooker (why does this picture look so familiar?)

Crystal Bowl Therapy: Tuning Into the Universe

2011-12-03T12:54:00.002-05:00

As far as the sun and the planets and their unique sounds. All harmonius unless not, and in that case, it takes a re-polarizing pass of the sun to the sunset ultraviolet to change the polarity of the said event, whichever that may be.

So please let me know where I may purchase a bowl of this sound nature or does the bowl purchase me?

Maybe at my local health food store!

I so want to interact with this bowl! And how crystaline are they when they are opaque? I would have to wet my finger on the rim of the crystal clear bowl if I could find one that is HOLY ENOUGH!

and probably the coolest thing to do at the pyramid sites would be to make a circle of sound around the pyramid all toned up (dr music you do this) and to make the one person with the one big bowl (to spec) inside the pyramid. Then the inner outer worlds will join back as they were suppose to do LONG LONG LONG ago...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=N8ImCT_PxL8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=xseRNHxqucE

http://www.silverskyimports.com/categories/singing-bowls/crystal-singing-bowls/?gclid=CMCN08Sq5qwCFQrHKgodBw0rIw

http://www.crystaltones.com/

make mine ultraviolet please...reharmonization...so beauitful! oh yes...thank-you LOVE http://www.crystalbowlsoundhealer.com/

http://crystalmusic.com/

IN ALL THERE IS!

there is something else i noted...there is a certain (at times) sound like i remember the air-raid siren sounding like as if our consciousness opens up, pays attention to this sound that is missing in this frequency! I find this amazing..and think we could get that vibration to be conducted on the skin on a continual suit that does the same as the bowl to get into the sound more on the outside and inside and take a pill with this radio frequency as well to vibrate as internally too. Making a constant sound harmony for constant harmony which is our birthright, or prebirthright and then we split the infinity to this so called "duality" which is really "multidimensionality". cant add photos for some reason today...sorry.:)

Magpie #93 Sofa Takes A Bough-Wow

2011-11-28T20:45:00.008-05:00

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

SOFA TAKES A BOUGH~~WOW~~!!!

Even the slighest slight

Made the couch mad as hell

She ditched him

Yet she

Unable to fly

The upper reaches

felt wretched

just beyond her frayed ends

she harkened back

where did the end tables end up?

where?

The sheer weight of bearing down

one too many times

by posteriors too wide

for most venture capitalists

oink-oink

This cause-celeb

had caused her this torment

as she kept looking behind

her life once so inclined

this poor recliner

this davenport

this settee

this sofa

this couch

this love seat actually

sitting so pretty

in the altelier

by Montmarte

and Mulberry Street

the 80's scene

so lively

her once over

so quick to dismiss

she now resigned

she felt

doomed

to live a life she outlived

yet the old gal still got it

not that

anyone would ever think

fashionable her attire

She more than anything

wanted to tear down that stubborn wall

and start over again

suddenly

the scent of a distant forest

had broken through the wall

as the fir trees bent their boughs

to support her

in her just cause

just in case and because

someday

they would need her support

for now

they would all make a home here

jj Chiccoreal

Please take a seat on the couch or whatever...here; http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

2011-11-22T09:19:00.002-05:00

photo Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman

LovE PusheS

PasT CelluloiD

StamPs an ImagE

OH cry the gods

CerebraL CorteX

interface

AlwayS in our HeartMind

FlesH HolDs

onto

FeelinG ThougHts

soon to be

ReleaseD

ShadoW images

Off the Wall

and

Out of the Box

FadE to BlacK

yet

LighteD LovE

of HearT

AlwaYs PlaYs

LeaD RolE

The LiveS

"The Lovers"

Created by "The Light and Magic Show"

past Shaker Heights Ohio

and Thomasville Georgia

seedlings planted

whirlwinds burst forth

images seered by seers

~~~

~~OUTSHINING~~

THIS

LOVE

~~OUTLIVING~~

THIS

LOVE

~~OUTLASTING~~

THIS

LOVE

~~OUTSTANDING~~

THIS

LOVE

~~~

as none can be finer

as this

true bliss

THIS

LOVE

~~~

fame to flame

~~~

ExtinguisH the HearT?

NeveR!

~~~

THIS

***********************allstar***********************

LOVE

ShineS

BrighteR

ShineS

LongeR

ShineS

ForeveR

Deeply Etched

LOVE

in a groove

in a groovy kind of way

as EndlesS

as the FreE

StatE

of EternitY

~~~

jj Chiccoreal

please feel free to join lovers everywhere here;

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Magpie #91 Limerick Licks

2011-11-15T14:19:00.002-05:00

Limerick Licks

There was an old lady from Dorset
Who might know
how to tie a corset
She loved to play this musical
game
save for the chairs she sought to
tame
and none ever thought anything of
it
~~~~~~~
There was an old chair from the distant
past
who thought the party would be hyper-
blast
and all dead-wood played along
soon there'd be only one left
the stupid *itch from Suffix
~~~~~~
There once was a Space known as
SomePlaceElse
that didn't know it's arse from a hole in
the ground
as it went from here to there
just grab that chair that is square
and a silly girl quite fair
none would be the wiser for it
~~~~~~
When trying out a Limerick
it be best to not think a tick
grab a beer and a chair
sit down here
and never mind yer complainin'
:)
~~~~~~~~~
chiccoreal

Please go here!!! Thank-you Tess!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Magpie #90 The Long Lost Past Revisited

2011-11-06T10:14:00.003-05:00

The Long Lost Past Revisited

monuments

await

accolades

frozen

in a sense

they are past tense

just as endless

numb

as rigor mortis

this death

so inevitable

our battle-worn heroes here

alive once

succumbed to the Great Beyond

we hold remembrance

to the long lost past

lives lived beyond flesh

as if dead already

all yesterdays

follows our heels

today

those whom fate sealed

those who lay beneath

those surrender to eventuality

may or may not know what we do not

T'were more than this

born to die

all our accomplishments

dust

life's long road

eventually to meet

death seems inordinately longer

a very mean street

let us tread

ginger lightly

as not to disturb

or evoke or

prematurely bring upon

the dread of kings

this inevitable recourse

the most accursed curse

tis death

so think those lively enough not to know

unliveliness

as so many more above

than us below

yet snidely still above ground

clinging to this bit of grievous pain

to keep lit the flickering flame

that love has

known us

so will the dead want the same too

the dead also rises

bless us each morning

this spring never-ending

come back to life!

spirit blessings

kept lit

on the shelf

upon the place beneath

we bring back this life

life after life

time after time

the past to revisit

the nowhere now

give us this allowance

give us endless being

formed in the lightEST body

be they quick or be they dead

or slow like me

not rushing the backfire

treading every step with care

inching ever closer

the grave that would be more like a home

since we spend so much time there

as a peaceful silent place

a one stop-shop of everlasting peace

a rest-stop on the endless highway

a black velvet painting with no neon lights

as so suddenly unbeingness begets

the long goodbye of no tomorrows

the big sleep

held in queue

tis odd this life

of opposites

~to the duality~

G~0~0~D~b~Y~E!

Chiccoreal

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this fine photo prompt. Please visit this peaceful place here;

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/

Magpie #89 "The Words She Would Write"

2011-10-31T03:56:00.006-04:00

The Words She'd Write

The words she'd write

"dangled dead weight"

cut to the very quick

The words she had wrote

"precariously to hang"

at the end, the rope

The words she'd written

"displayed full frontal"

the requiem mass

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ An invitation for you to set up to the typewriter!

Image Courtesy of Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales.

Magpie #88 "Overlap"

2011-10-23T17:35:00.003-04:00

Lee Friedlander, from America by CarLee Friedlander, from America by Car

align="center">Overlap

windows open up

new world finds overlap

Cubism so bold

PLEASE ENJOY THE POSSIBILITIES HERE; http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/

Magpie #86 Duck Sauce

2011-10-17T07:32:00.005-04:00

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/ portal entry here courtesyTess Kincaid

Chinatown Toronto c 1976

dangling ducks
hang serendipitously
falling red leaves
from maple trees
Chinatown storefront windows
entangled memories
in my mind
I see

flurry of actors

I smell

duck sauce

I taste

Timmy Ho's coffee

I hear

traffic in Toronto

I feel

inordinate love for this city

fried thin

skin crisp
duckbills pout
lean lips
Sketchpad open
Art Class Trip
AGO Toronto

1976

Poetry Jam The Buzz On Ghost Light Brew

2011-10-15T12:56:00.009-04:00

"Oooooohhhh Sheets to the Wind"

"Ohhhhh an updraft!"

The Buzz on Ghost Light Brew

laugh not
at my dirty laundry line ghost
for you two sisters

snicker and jest

for a moment

please repose

just watch tonight's

bewitching hour

as the wind takes hold

under skirts and underwear

the petticoats of yesteryear

blows through shirtsleeves

leftover fragrance of wormworm

as the quick instore takes fllight

scramble all with a gust into inky skies

remember this night of between and betwix

remember this moment 'tis

an unholy hour of t'wix and t'ween

as all edges

once wrinkled crinkled and rumpled

blend into a stream of fright light

unearthly brew

how many "sheets to the wind!"

supplied by and by

Hobgoblin beer by stiltskin

(actually my favourite brew!)

thanks Enchanted Oak!!!http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/

laugh laundry ghost edges beer

Hobgoblin Brew My Personal Fav!

Willow Manor Ball 2011 Chicco and Dr. Hiram Bingham

2011-10-12T20:11:00.007-04:00

The Good Doctor Is Taking A Long Deserved Sabbatical!

This is my lil' Deuce Coup (oops this is the after party pic!)
This is the pic I wanted! Before the party I waxed Old Betsy myself!
Who says I look like Daisy Duke?

The VERY horny Tusks of the Wooly Mammoth

Here's my Prada outfit...the latest!

these are my two older sisters, I'm on the violet couch in the photo studio anteroom

at The Willow Manor studio! Thanks for photographing me Willow dear!

I thought The Devil Wore Prada was over-the-top then I saw THIS outfit!

My date for tonight is Dr. Hiram Bingham, Archeologist (boring, literally) but oh boy what bone structure!

Yes in fact, the good doctor is , well he always is LOADED with tons of information

really fun stuff

especially when he is overloaded

with the odd and pieces of bits of very rare mumified bone in his ample safari jacket pockets

plus I thought, But he is so skinny and wears it well! Must have gotten the flu or something the man needs to eat!

Oh...WoW... Willow might really dig the doctor knowing

that he has similar bones and stones similar to Great Grandfather Hanna

Willow's maternal Great Great Grandfather (very Great!)

and I said to Hiram..oh darling, wouldn't it be funny if these artifacts

actually mate up or

something and VOILA another NEW Michu Pichu is discovered on the Willow Manor property!!!

I'm certain that all the neighbours would say

"Would you look at that!"

and the next thing Willow Manor would be this huge museum on the Sciuto River!!!

I love being a bit of matchmaker

I'm still sort of dating Zorro but he's busy defending chicas south of the border!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pimp My Ride

Well I think I'll take the Lil' Deuce Coupe! It will just have to do Since Daddy Took The T-Bird Away!

Before and After Party Shots!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Magpie #86 "Great Expectations"

2011-10-10T07:41:00.002-04:00

"Timelessness" Posters by Chiccoreal

2011-10-03T13:27:00.000-04:00

"Universe" Posters by Chiccoreal

2011-10-03T13:25:00.000-04:00

"Infinity" Poster by Chiccoreal

2011-10-03T12:30:00.001-04:00

Magpie #85 The Rainbow Land Leviathan

2011-10-02T19:15:00.008-04:00

The Rainbow Land Leviathan

Save us oh Leviathan

drink the flood waters

that was wrought to the rotten

Save us oh Leviathan

divide the swirling earth

as hell rises awaiting

Save us oh Leviathan

engorge on water

hold back our tears one more year

Please join us on this elephantine adventure this week! Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this week's humongous prompt!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Magpie #83 Raven Water Woman

2011-09-26T12:53:00.006-04:00

Into this icy pool she came
tormented by years and a thousand beginnings
her clenched fist clutched the wet earth
in her hands
the heavens melted
in her heart
the waters gathered waiting for rebirth

as slowly she raised each galvanized arm
felt each stabbing pain of the heart
as slowly she felt at last
a place this safe to just let it go

today she knew
she had come back to herself
she knew she'd be
a changed woman never to turn her back
again upon herself
allowing herself others' misery
cursing the day she was born to die

tightly with leather wrapped around her
earth-bound her lips were sealed
the voice emanated from places unknown
as slowly her soft moaning sighs became louder
deep within a door opened

as her heart leaped out of her chest
She felt the feeling of a warm hand
upon her wet dress
it was her own hand
as she rebirth herself as Raven

Today
words do not escape her
the day of her reckoning
has been mete
she is free to fly again

this disconcerted effort
connect the disconnect
fly in the face of danger

anger and shame
As her alter eagle flew
far past her on the distant horizon
Another familiar shadow did appear

As the raven set up house
in her watery grave
ah, to be wet
felt nothing like wet!

She knew and

She knew

and She knew

just what she had to do

She grew and

She grew

and She grew

as to undo and make done

with each saturated moment

as the water flows

a permanence permeated her ever pore
she became more aware

of herself

as herself

by herself

She could now scream an earth-curdling scream

as the banshee

filling her lungs with air

and filled the earth with water

and filled her heart with sky and cloud and rain

the earth

heard her

and

listened to her

and

obeyed her command

"release my womb"

as the earth goddess Gaia Reigned

These Rainbow Smiles

and thus flew our Raven

as she cawed one last time

FREE AT LAST!

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this prompt! (Still having problems with visual interface)

Emily Dickinson "Papa above!" aferwOrds by ChiccoReal

2011-09-24T08:49:00.003-04:00

Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!

Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Papa_above!

Immediately "Papa above!" Pappa is dead. The mother is dead too (from the last poem "Like her Saints retire".

Ahe allegory to a nursery rhyme is definitely in order here. I believe "Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been" If you remember your Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes; it goes like this;

"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?..."
by Mother Goose
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
"I've been to London to look at the queen."
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
"I frightened a little mouse under the chair."

http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/mothergoose/rhymes/pussycatpussycatwherehaveyoubeen.html

Coincidence the above link is from Amherst College?...Oh,I think not!

The next stanza is in reference to Old Mother Hubbard (oh this is fun!)

Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

Here's the famous poem (it is a lot longer than I remember!).

"Old Mother Hubbard..."
by Mother Goose
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."

The last lines of "Papa above!"

While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

I believe Emily is "linking" to some sort of Greek goddess as per the recent Magpie poster of Willow's at Magpie Tales (Jul 11 I believe!).

In all honesty I am not exactly sure of what Emily is trying to say in this poem, in fact, I may never be entirely sure of what Miss Emily connotes in her poems. I have been told just to "appreciate" them for what they are, as they stand as the immediate sensations take over. This I can do. I can also analyze to find deeper meaning which it seems it is my fate so to do. If anyone can provide any ioata of meaning or semblance of a thread; please feel free to comment.

I kind of like this one! It's fun! And reminenscent of silly childhood nursery rhymes. I think Miss Emily is making fun of death here in a light-harded way. I think this means she is

Mappie #83 The Act of Dreaming

2011-09-19T21:51:00.003-04:00

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907

Magpie #83 The Act of Dreaming

Underneath
heady vegetation

to

Linger
the dark jungle

to

Shake
her snake-filled tree

to

Lush
her verdant green earth

to

Undulate
these zoomorphic creatures

to

Coax
Our ancient goddess

to

Fuse
Our ancestral rhythms

to

Active
These desires dormant

to

Awake
Our conscious dreams

to

Sleep
Our unconscious life

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid for the jungle prompt this week!

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Emily Dickinson "Like her the Saints retire" 59/1775

2011-09-16T09:24:00.007-04:00

flickr.com
Purple and red sunset. Sunset from Barceloneta. www.abarcelonaguide.com

http://kellydotytattoo.com/tattoos/tattoos_53534.html
"Indian Collecting Cochineal with a Deer Tail 1777 by José Antonio de Alzate y Ramírez

The Holy Trinity with saints in heaven, the Garden of Eden below - By Scipione Compagnoca 1624-ante 1680 (Italy)

Like her the Saints retire by Emily Dickinson

Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!

Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!

"Departed" — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found

Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!

Much mystic symbolism today in Emily Dickinson's poem "Like her the Saints retire".

In the first stanza;

"Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!"

Please see below for further research as to the symbols possible meaning to Emily.

"Like her the Saints retire"

To be, I believe Emily is use of technical literary devices, especially imagery and allegory is fairly prevalent here. "the Saints" would "retire" like the setting sun; or sunset. I believe this is a poem, with alludes to, the sunset.

Remarkable is the fantastic fanfare of colourful imagery, expressing meaningful symbolism for Emily, what does evolve around her world at Amherst College, MA. As the sunset does give involve her in religious esctasy, such transcedental state of euphoria as to the glory of heaven displayed each evening at sunset.

Emily's religious symbolism does evoke a grandiose splendour of the sunset and "the Saints" allegory. "the Saints retire" "In their Chapeaux of fire". The crimson colour of sunset could denote a hat of fire, "Chapeaux" in French being hat. As a warrior, saints often are, especially during early Christian times, during the Roman era. These sunset saints are definitely warriors from the first century CE, and make brilliant display at night. Emily must see these images in the clouds during sunset, using her vivid imagination as fertile grounds for this poem.

"Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!"

In the second stanza Emily continues upon the sunset theme. As an allegory to sunset "the Saints" are dressed in "Purple and Cochineal" (Cochineal is a crimson colour as well an insect from Mexico, a naturalist, such as Emily dream combination of all things Natural Science). Please see below for further detail on "cochineal dies).

"After the Day" refers to Emily's common theme in many of her poems of rebirth after death and the Victory of death in a Christian-themed as well as transcedental rebirth. "After the Day" also refers to the sunset.

"Departed" — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found

The third stanza is very modern, and makes reference to "Departed" saints as well as librarian science, as if the "Not found" category is left open and vacuous, "i.e. gathered away" is an academic latin word for'

"i.e.
abbreviation for
(Literary & Literary Critical Terms) id est
[Latin: that is (to say); in other words]
"http://www.thefreedictionary.com/i.e.

Which would read "in other words ; gathered away"

I find Emily's use of "i.e." a very modern approach at expressing her world in Amherst, and her daily academic writing where she would employ such academic terminology rel abbreviations referring to literary symbolism. Emily's using short-form here, and I have not noticed this in other poets of her times.

"Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!"

The last stanza, again a reference to natural symbolism, discusses the flowers "Aster" and "Daffodil". These flowers, capitalized as Proper pronouns do connote allegorical forms which references the seasons, another theme in Emily's poems. The Daffodil is the flower for March or Spring and the Aster is the flower for September or Fall. These two opposing seasons would flank the Summer season when sunsets are at their peak colours.

As the flowers do "Argue(s)" and "Reason(s)" denoting the many philosophy classes which Emily undoubtedly did peruse during her days at Amherst College, MA. Plato's Repubic as well as other Ancient Greek philosophers clash with the religious symbolism of early Christian motifs, as well as the ever-present interest in Natural Sciences. That the Spring (as Aster) "Argues" with the Fall, as the "Aster" (Fall) does "Reason" with the Spring is interesting in that there is this continual contrast evident in the Red/Blue colour spectrum (Purple and Cochineal). A play of opposites creates this dramatic display at the end of a summer season's sunset.

On many different levels Emily Dickinson's poem "Like her the Saints retire" creates dramatic religious, natural subjects imagery, etc., to produce a indelible memory of compare and contrast.

Chapeaux of fire
Definition of "martial"
adjective

1.of or suitable for war: martial songs
2.showing a readiness or eagerness to fight; warlike
3.of the army, the navy, or military life; military
Origin: ME martialle < L martialis, of Mars
Related Forms:

•noun
•noun
•adverb

(Marcus Valerius Martialis) 40?-104?; Rom. epigrammatist & poet, born in Spain
http://www.yourdictionary.com/martial

“And the woman [always the symbol for a church/kirke] was arrayed in purple
and scarlet color [these colors symbolize wealth and high position], and decked
with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand
full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication” (Revelation 17:4).

) According to the Dictionary of Biblical Imagery (p. 158) “blue, purple and scarlet suggest wealth and
royalty… And we find that these same colors adorned the tabernacle of ancient Israel as well, suggesting that Yahweh was the wealthy and powerful God-king, who brought an impoverished people out of slavery in Egypt to make them a mighty nation. Because of their associations with deity and power, blue and purple were apparently also used to decorate idols in biblical times (Je 10:9). In ancient thought the sky was believed to separate the place of the gods from the human realm. Therefore blue, the color of the sky, could appropriately suggest the boundary between God and his people and symbolize his majesty. Blue was [also] the dominant color of the vestments of ancient Israel’s high priest (Ex 28). The high priest wore an outer garment of solid blue over the white robe of the priesthood. He was the boundary between the human and divine realms, moving in both as he ministered in the Holy of Holies. Blue also separated the holy articles of the
tabernacle from the people… Israel was a nation set apart for God, but the high priest and the most holy things were specially designated for the Lord’s service. In this context blue suggests the boundary of holy separation unto the Lord.”

2) The Dictionary of Symbols, Myths and Legends (p. 62-63) has this to say: “Through its association with water, blue is connected with the spiritual life, the soul, purity, depth and crystal. It is also linked to the sky, the firmament, heaven, the infinite, the absolute and diamonds… the appearance of blue in a dream is almost always a good omen, in the sense that it often reveals a state of grace, a relationship with the superior spirit that lies dormant within each and every one of us, and the spiritual aspirations of which we are more or less aware or which preoccupy us during our waking hours. Blue should always be associated with well-being, gentleness, harmony, and pure and profound
sentiments. It calms fever, passions and tensions, wards off fate and absorbs evil. Blue is therefore a beneficial colour. It is also the colour of love.”

3) Hans Biedermann’s Dictionary of Symbolism (p. 44) provides further insight: “Blue is the color that most frequently is seen as a symbol for things of the spirit and the intellect… It is the color of the sky, associated in ancient Egypt with the sky-god Amon… This is why it is the color of the heavens. Zeus and Yahweh plant their feet on sky blue… Vishnu in ancient Indian myth is colored blue as Krishna; Jesus teaches in a blue garment.”

But perhaps the most revealing statements from Biedermann’s book are these:

a) “Blue, the symbol of the truth and the eternity of God (for what is true is eternal), will always remain the symbol of human immortality” [Portal].

This neatly mirrors the church’s false doctrine of the immortality of the soul,
wouldn’t you say? … and

b) “In Central European popular symbology blue is the color of fidelity, but also of mystery (the fairy tale “The Blue Light”), deception, and uncertainty (numerous German idions; compare the English “out of the blue”). The association between the color and intoxication (the German adjective blau is also a colloquialism for “drunk”) is hard to explain but may have to do with the bluish coloration of the cheeks and noses of heavy drinkers.”

In Re 17:6 we read that Mystery Babylon is DRUNK with the blood of the saints. Coincidence?

Anyway, that’s what I’ve come up with. Your thoughts?

PS: I find the headgear on the woman pictured in the coin to be strikingly similar to that of the Statue of Liberty. Another coincidence?

BTW: There is no Hebrew word for “coincidence.”

Gary

The Tabernacle:

1. Exodus 26:1
“Make the tabernacle with ten curtains of finely twisted linen and blue, purple and scarlet yarn, with cherubim worked into them by a skilled craftsman.

2. Exodus 26:31
“Make a curtain of blue, purple and scarlet yarn and finely twisted linen, with cherubim worked into it by a skilled craftsman.

3. Exodus 26:36
“For the entrance to the tent make a curtain of blue, purple and scarlet yarn and finely twisted linen—the work of an embroiderer.

4. Exodus 27:16
“For the entrance to the courtyard, provide a curtain twenty cubits long, of blue, purple and scarlet
yarn and finely twisted linen—the work of an embroiderer—with four posts and four bases.

Following are instruction for the priestly garments:

5. Exodus 28:5
Have them use gold, and blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and fine linen.

6. Exodus 28:6
[ The Ephod ] “Make the ephod of gold, and of blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and of finely twisted linen—the work of a skilled craftsman.

7. Exodus 28:8
Its skillfully woven waistband is to be like it—of one piece with the ephod and made with gold, and with blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and with finely twisted linen.

8. Exodus 28:15
[ The Breastpiece ] “Fashion a breastpiece for making decisions—the work of a skilled craftsman. Make it like the ephod: of gold, and of blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and of finely twisted linen.

9. Exodus 38:23
with him was
Oholiab son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan—a craftsman and designer, and an embroiderer in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen.)

……… wow get the picture! There are another 17 examples of these colors repeated in Exodus regarding the Presley garments including Gold and precious stones. Also we find below the same colors when Solomon builds the temple:

2 Chronicles 3:14
He made the curtain of blue, purple and crimson yarn and fine linen, with cherubim worked into it. (Cherubim on the Ark were gold)

So the colors of Gods Tabernacle / Church / Sanctuary are blue, purple and scarlet with Gold.

Going back to the great harlot the colors would indicate the harlot is a Church or priesthood of that Church. But there is a color missing from this Church and that is Blue.

So what is significant about blue mentioned time and time again above?
Was it there just because it
looked pretty? No, here is the very definitive answer with wording that relates very closely to revelation! This is the Key:

Numbers 15:37-40
Again the LORD spoke to Moses, saying, “Speak to the children of Israel: Tell them to make tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and to put a blue thread in the tassels of the corners. And you shall have the tassel, that you may look upon it and remember all the commandments of the LORD and do them, and that you may not follow the harlotry to which your own heart and your own eyes are inclined, and that you may remember and do all My commandments, and be holy for your God.

So blue is to represent the 10 Commandments, so the Great harlot is an unfaithful church who has forgotten and does follow all the Ten Commandments!

If you care to do some digging yourself you will find many reference that point to the 10 commandments being on blue
stone or blue sapphire from the throne of God mention in Exodus 24:10:

“…and saw the God of Israel. Under his feet was something like a pavement made of sapphire, clear as the sky itself.”

And we know God wrote the commandments with his own finger in stone:

Exodus 31:18
“When the LORD finished speaking to Moses on Mount Sinai, he gave him the two tablets of the Testimony, the tablets of stone inscribed by the finger of God.”

To me this is very interesting, but Numbers 15 really says it all: the harlot is an unfaithful people / Church / priesthood.

http://hell-fact-or-fable.com/2010/04/more-on-church/

March - Daffodil
Daffodils have the meaning of rebirth, respect, regard and unrequited love. There are many different varieties available of daffodils from double peach forms (right) to the classic white with yellow, trumpeted centers (left). Daffodils are grown from bulbs and emerge in spring as a welcome harbinger of warmer weather. In England, the daffodil is known as the "Lent Lily" because it blooms during the period of lent from the Christian faith.

September - Aster

Aster is a sign of fall as sure as the changing leaves. The flower stands for patience and daintiness and the word "aster" comes from the Latin for star. There are many different varieties of asters from New England to Stokes, which provide beautiful, daisy-like blooms on foliage that can range from 6 inches to 4 feet tall.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cochineal

Chiccoreal AfterwOrd

Saints be praised
At the Sunset Hour
All ablazed in Violet and Crimson
All Glory Given

See how the season's flowers
March's Aster
September's Daffodil
Bend to Argue and Reason the night away!

,A little East of Jordan, by Emily Dickinson 59/1775

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Jacob Wrestling with the Angel
ca. 1659

Gauguin, (Eugène-Henri-) Paul
Vision After the Sermon, Jacob Wrestling with the Angel 1888; National Gallery of Scotland;

A little East of Jordan, by Emily Dickinson

A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard —

Till morning touching mountain —
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast — to return —

Not so, said cunning Jacob!
"I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me" — Stranger!
The which acceded to —

Light swung the silver fleeces
"Peniel" Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_little_East_of_Jordan,

This is a fun take on a familiar Bible story about Jacob Wrestles the Angel.

It is funny because of the pun, "worsted" which makes this "yarn" a very funny tale!

Can you imagine?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob

All the days Jacob would grab
would find hard the concept of God to grasp
With an Angel he would eventually grapple
give it up; his worth did exceed his armour'd girth

jj

Delayed till she had ceased to know —by Emily Dickinson 58/1775

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Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay —
An hour behind the fleeting breath —
Later by just an hour than Death —
Oh lagging Yesterday!

Could she have guessed that it would be —
Could but a crier of the joy
Have climbed the distant hill —
Had not the bliss so slow a pace
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?

Oh if there may departing be
Any forgot by Victory
In her imperial round —
Show them this meek appareled thing
That could not stop to be a king —
Doubtful if it be crowned!pan>

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Delayed_till_she_had_ceased_to_know_%E2%80%94

Yesterday "lags" and is "delayed" "an hour behind the fleeting breath" "by just an hour".

How similar is "Yesterday" to a train that is late at the station?

This poem does have the cadence of a train pulling into a station

As it is Emily's station in life to have the focus always on death, in allegory, metaphor, etc. Emily realizes that yesterday is late, is dead, as dead as death.

Dead yesterday is where death meets such a late train of memory thoughts. Very surreal in a way, sort of like a DiChirrico painting.

Memories lie in the past not future bound; "her loving bosom lay".

The past is mother, loving, kind, present.

Is the future for Emily Death although the notion of late is reiterated twice in the first stanza late by an hour;

"An hour behind"

"Later by just an hour"

In the next stanza Emily is questioning whether or not she would have guessed that Death would be late;

"Could she have guessed that it would be - "

This is a complicated poem, and is remarkable in that it is highly considerate of imagery.

The allegorical "Yesterday" is termed a "she".

"Yesterday would be happy, blissful knowing the joy after Death who is late has come and gone.

The crier on the hill is a brilliant bit of imagery.

is very easy to envision this New England staple of the day, the town crier, the teller of the news of the day. That death is late.

The state of euphoria, or bliss found on the face of the crier adds another degree of mystic quality to the poem.

"Had not the bliss so slow a pace
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?"

The bliss of "Yesterday" is unconditional love leading to such surrender.

The next stanza is very complicated allegorically speaking.

"Any forgot by Victory
In her imperial round —"

What is an "imperial round"? I have found out that this is a reference to radiators. So in the belly of "Victory" or Mother Earth; Gaia.

"Show them this meek appareled thing"

What is Emily referring to in regards to "meek appareled thing"?

After consideration, I would think Emily is referring to us, as the body of the human condition, a unified soul trapped in a decaying "mound" of a body, clothed in "meek"ness; hopefully. The Victory being how the soul conquers death with eternal and infinite love.

"That could not stop to be a king —"

"meekness" not being a trait of "a king" and the quality of meekness "not to stop a king" refers to how we are just passing by on this transient plane of existence.

"Doubtful if it be crowned!"

In death comes the "crowned" glory of Victory over death, but we just do not realize this until that final hour that is late by an hour!

1 Corinthians 15:55
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

I find this a very indepth poem, which may have to reposted due to lack of my understanding of the mentioned allegory alluding to specific events, etc of Emily's time. Any further information would be most appreciated!

Chiccoreal Expresses Mystic Presence

She's Late

Oh Victory!
Where is thy Crown?

Lost in the past of yesterday
Who'd care but for the one thing

That would see you through
until the last day
and the final hour
catches up with the first

No hour late now
the Victory Woman awaits
don't be late
feel the crown on your crown

you feel you do not deserve
but you do
the esctasy and the bliss
the sweet surrender is heavenly!

Yours now this Victory giv'n
and the Glory all around!
This Crown of Eternal Life
Yours to Enjoy!

jj

To venerate the simple days by Emily Dickinson

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To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

by Emily Dickinson

A short sweet quick dessert of a poem Miss Emily! I think this is making me very hungry for a trifle!

As I did download various pictures of trifles for the four season (too bad there are not more seasons!) and it was very difficult to pick just one.

The one with drambuie is probably the one I will make as I have exquisite taste and the recipe comes from England, the land who proported to have made the original trifle.

However, since I cannot download any "free" Google Images at this time, I will leave you with the url and you can let your tastebuds do the walking!

Paula Dern also had a lovely trifle made of Pumpkin and gingerbread! So delicious! Especially for the fall.

Personally, I love the checkerboad trifle; so visual appealing and stimulating!

Enjoy; you so deserve this treat!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/To_venerate_the_simple_days

CHICCOREAL'S QUICK TRIFLE ON TRIFLES

...Trifles seem silly...

...as now endures forever...

...IMMORTALIZED...

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Andrew Wyeth, The Revenant, 1949

Appear ghost image

Return to the place you left

Stay awhile, please

Please visit http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/ for all the (s)entries!

If I should cease to bring a Rose by Emily Dickinson with AfterwOrds by Chiccoreal

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(image from Google Free Images rose + rose + broken nose (aka Jon Spence) Tags: london cemetery grave flickrhivemind.net0

If I should cease to bring a Rose

If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
'Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away —
If I should cease to take the names
My buds commemorate —
'Twill be because Death's finger
Claps my murmuring lip!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/If_I_should_cease_to_bring_a_Rose

AfterwOrds by Chiccoreal

I'm not sure if I have already analyzed this poem; it seems so familiar. I'll have to look up later.

Again there is the traditional element here; the necessity to form ritual display to create a continuation of causality.

We place roses upon graves, for example, as a dutiful memory, a symbol of life.

Roses representing, symbolically, life and love.

"Festal Day" being the day of one's funeral in this poem.

The red rose being passion. I image the rose to be red in this poem, although this is not stated. A Red Rose being a Christian symbol for the resurrected Christ.

Each rose colour having its own particular symbolic intent; yellow roses for example are for conveying friendship, etc.

So poets tend to think in terms of producing a symbolic code for their poems, a sort of personal language. Emily definitely uses scores of images and symbols in her work which give a deeper meaning and understanding of her poetry. Whether or not his was intentional, and whether or not Emily ever intended her poems for public view is a point, certainly, to ponder.

I really get stuck on the last line "Claps my murmuring lip!" and "my buds commemorate". Who or what is Emily referring with "buds"? Friends? Rosebuds?

The exclamation gives away her emotion in this last line. Death the allegory is for Emily, a new life, although at the time it is fairly creepy.

Would not "clasp" rather than "claps" be more of an appropriate word here? I suppose, back then, "claps" must have meant something similar to "clasp" however "claps" does sound very violent in a way. Death never being a gentleman.

So we think we have had a deja vu feeling with this poem, that I have discussed this poem before. Maybe I have or maybe Death is playing a game on me; or Miss Emily is doing this! Funny Miss Emily!

Chiccoreal's AfterwOrds

Chicco take: "lingering longer by the wayside inn hoping to catch a glimpse of Death doing the shake rattle and roll"

Be not afraid of the thorns that"

Be not afraid of the thorns that
Death would have you feel this fear
the claps of skeletal hand across cold blue
death-grip lips

No, never feel the obligation to place upon this grave a rose
Moreover never Feel the importance of said Rose placed thereupon
as not be afeared of anything at all

Only fear recklessness
when turning one's back upon and other's life lost
and in this haphazard forgeting life's ritual
superstition has it; that the next person to forget
will be claps by the lips til dead!

So evermore remember this dear petulent one
a duty placed just so is the sworn duty of all
and ever it is to be
as it is to a rose as to rise from the grave
the necessity being a rose doth lead the way!

as one can now see
now that one foot in in the grave
is better than one foot above than below
in this lowly lone grave
without a Rose to bring it back to life!

Or without a rose being held in lieu of a life once lived
like that Rose that grows on the bower and shed blood for us
a remembrance is more than just a fragrant sense of propriety
we must appropriate the appropriate measures
a propriety of sensibilities!
and this final curtain call
most certainly does indeed
to make a bow
a last
call for a Rose
asks this of the Sweet Emily
The Proper thing to do Property Mistress!

jj

Emily Dickinson " By Chivalries as tiny" Feeding From Emily's Energy

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By Chivalries as tiny by Emily Dickinson

By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted —
Which blossom in the dark.

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/By_Chivalries_as_tiny

These tender mercies, or "tiny Chilvaries" shine through the darkest night of our soul being lost to the vacuum of space.

Something as simple as "A Blossom" or "A Book" can bring about such, as "The seeds of smiles" once "planted" - which "blossom" in the dark.

Yes even dark nights of the soul (better yet dark knights of the soul) are there to quench the thirst of aloneness and doubt; or feeling "tiny".

Such is the stuff of Emily's dreams and poems!

Chiccoreal's Take on "By Chilvaries as tiny"

By Mercy as tiny by Chiccoreal (Feeding On Emily's Energy)

By each Mercy as tiny
to be seeded such a small thing
In a big way creates the whole Soul

Blossom O' Rose
Blossom O' Thought

A Penny for your naked
blue jay Thoughts

A Pretty copper penny
for the Book you brought

May I reread the words
shining bright as true as your heart?
All I need is a kernel of an idea
the afterthought
As we exchange and interchange
this fine book for a rose
A Love for A Life

May I reread your words again?
after having been seeded and somewhat
overgrown
there where sappy sentiment
and vulnerability
are slain like the the fiery dragon
who leaves the bittersweet pearl of wisdom
which may grow too close to you?

Mary, Mary
How does your garden grown
How this garden does grows
William, William
with the promise of a new day's intent

Who loves this life
looses it
Who lives this love
gains it
this life from me is for you
(hand him the rose now)

I, too, need what you have brought
to the round table
that is all I have ever sought
The Rose and
The Book
This Book is for you
(hand her the book now)

A Never-ending story of Love
In an Ever-increasing growing-the-most
and is still unfolding
(bookmark this)

jj

Magpie @81 Rusty Ford in Back Forty

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heaviness
looms
weighed down
by fiercely restricted
movement
overdressed in muddy galoshes
the overkill seen at the abattoir
set in
motion
this endless moment of linger

speak easy
noisy memories
who's
wrath or ruthlessness
did sour grapes
those found rose-coloured spectacles
demanded respect and positive spin
but cast
serious
doubt as life's dormancy
had a dubious nature

hand-me-downs
give all of us a hand-up
left-overs
Mother Mary
feed all of us

See him?

I can still sense his essence
even after seventy years of being buried
as iron-smelling sweat imbues
every tight fibre of his being shirt
transforming matter supernaturally
as mortals do so making man into motor
as oil does not mix with water, really
the two do combine sometimes
as the reaction recreates
a new found creation
alight! in a bright flash of ball lightening
a storm of frenzied proportion raising up
questioning and distilling
ideas akin to fireworks
passion left on the backburner
maybe sat on the kundalini too long
rekindled and never wore out
the old flame
a keeper who
keeps on keeping on

the rainmaker danced the rain dance
last's night's storm-a-long-a-ding-dong
only a man made of mortar
could be a man made by-hand
this unmortal mortarman made marble into a god
for worshippers sent all their energies to this place
which was only a stone throw from here
left stone statuary to replace the epithet
"I Live" with "I Die"

And only paid attention
when
it started to rain liquid love upon the place beneath
as the dust bowl prairies' particles
penetrated the plains of Iwo Jima
the Brazilian Butterfly and WWII soldiers
raised the flag then a glass
to good ol' H20
their sweat brought the needed rain

as he was a child of alchemy's-reactionary revolution
as ever-there-was to be
this iron-clad-man girded by the gridlock
fueled by liquid love and lightening flash
he walked thunder from every pour
into the earth as she opened
to swallow whole
at least part or all of him

when he brought forth
and
he did bring forth
as
he poured forth his own blood
in the form of freedom halleluia

whenever he has his fill
he filled to the brim
chock full of nuts the radiator
to cool-down the over-heated block
once sitting on blocks
this knuckle-head of cubic displacement
this iron-clad-man
former cowboy farmer
sitting there
not doing anything

now being that
we think
he is
found again
"I've been found"
so resolved to solve the problem of life
that pesky little question;
"Whay are we here?"
deep within every mortal fibre
being shirtless
being shoeless
being shorn like a sheep kept apart
from life's missing-in-action answer
the only remnant remaining of his lost tribe
hiding deep within the deepest woods or jungle
mugwumps need not fear fearless
or manifest fated destiny

heard the talking of tree creak
the croaking of frogs
the chirping all night of crickets
and the odd deer's bleeting churl
and the fledgling flapping of angel's wings
it's a bird!
No!
it's a crop-duster!
Yes!
Come alive again!

this golden bird of paradise
is really a live tropical plant
that acts more like an animal
supplanted near Galapagos
figuratively
literally
and
anthropomorphically speaking
reborn in some form of other
this certain liveliness returning
once known only to the ancient elderberries
taken to heart and diffused across the Universe

as the old cowboy continues to rust away

in an abandoned field a way back
in the distance
before breakfast
down on the farm
this boy stays home
permanently afixed
only occasionally
returning to sup

I can still see him standing there
in red and white gingham
tee shirt
the tight Levi jeans
his vintage James Dean good looks
American fleshpot sexy

adored and adorned on the homestead wall
his picture so perfect
i can feel his testerone
now respected more than before
as legend and nature has always had a way of making love
larger-than-life spectacular
with peachy no end plum love
awakened from the deepseated sleep

no proof!
of existence?

this pro offering
of the subsequent
consequence
of sequential events
did reek of leeks
and
cosmic consciousness
our paradigms
once
only knew
perimeters
and
the dread and fear of kings
their hardy thought-forms
toil from the soil
no more
where all saints go
to find foil for their souls
that only now know better
ipso facto
as no bitterness from vinegar
smmmmmooth as butter
the transition to transfiguration

played out our lives
it all did fold eventually
like Saturday's card game
beside the hillocks to ramble shackled
broke the record of
take-it-in-stride

as residents of loamy
earth-filled cedar-scented dreams
we pioneers of the affirmative
found vestibules off camera
blinking
way back to the back 40

depression era glass
shines light upon the tilt of time
drives transport truck clear through
residuals for slim pickens
and crew

turn on
silent running motor

turn in
sleep under starry hand-made quilts

turn over
a new leaf of a new book tonight

dream the old dreams
past soddies' survival
past sputtering last
breaths
past rutted-beyond-the-frays
past points-of-no-return
past rotting everlasting
past sealed fateful harbingers
past death; past lives
past all pasts

this most peaceful and serene repast

burgeoning burdens lightly
bearing weightlessness
denuding truth's nakedness
strapped sassafras to boot
iconographic photography class
meanwhile it was a mean while
the best and worst of times
as all tried to unstuck time
make space spacious
battled with the duality of opposites
dragged a thin comb through the muck as the FBI
searched and i found employment
a dragnet for this demigod named Rusty
buried in the past imperfect
sitting docile and dormant now
almost completely unravelled
yet somehow still incomplete and incomprehensible

the total process of oxidization
could be or was buried in the blueberry patch
kitty-corner to the barnboard
which may have prolong
the subsequent pain of form
which enjoyed fame as formlessness
due to the anti-oxidization effects

who-so-ever should find the found
is said to be better than berries from heaven
for heaven was suppose to be an opening in the solid thing
like water yet never kept moving like this
unless by some unknown dimensional effects
always away from town
always going to town
and from a long-lost distant cousin named Beetlegeuse
We all heard the subconsicous roar of a newborn star
this distinct ripple of celestial triggers
set loose into a series of supposedly non-events
by practitioners of the third dimension
which is us

so you see as

atrophy these are dead beasts that hardly breath
to silent for their own good or ours
chasms fold upon
crinkling like cellophane
bolt upright sit the quick and the dead then
dead designed by rot?
life designed by root?
as all ends well
as all is still a'sitting pretty
as all is a junk heap of a planter now

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Willow Manor for this Magpie Tales prompt...got me to magpie-ing all over town! "Rusty Ford in Back Forty"

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/09/mag-81.html

Magpie #80 All That Remains

2011-08-31T11:57:00.003-04:00

Dear Don John;

It has been a week since my last visit to our 'Room Above The Barber Shop".

I feel really poorly not having told you this earlier. I need to tell you this; I cannot tell you, but it is true, I cannot see you again.

Although my body aches for you many times daily, I can not longer meet you there at our special place.

Please do not cry...this is inevitable, there will be, there cannot be any more; no more of us.

Please do not try to find me, or call, or come by the house. We need to do this; you know this even if you do not recognize this yet.

Don John; there is no point in trying to pretend anymore.

I know that to see each other again will only prolong the pain.

Don John, I have tried, really tried, thought of all possible outcomes, but it always comes out the same; we must stop seeing each other like this.

You know, love, it will never work out. It just was not meant to be.

We are not meant to be together at this time...at least not in this lifetime of pain and broken dreams.

And although our many heated rendezvous trysts were the most love I have ever known; it is over. There is no turning back; I've returned the key to your brother.

Tell your brother thanks for letting us stay in the unrented room, for leaving the key under the rug.

My time spent with you will always be fondly remembered and always cherished. The love you showed me was beyond life itself.

To say goodbye is the hardest thing I have ever attempted to do.

Quitting you is like going cold turkey, coming off a strong drug. The craving is incessant, non-stop. A cruel reminder that I am just flesh in bone wanting to become something other-than flesh and bone. My spirit always wants to know you and be with you in this climatic way, to rejoice in the love that we are, and will always be.

Maybe done in small increments. in a low temperature oven I will be able to come back down to reality. A reality I never wanted to have to face.

This night's rain reminds me of our stolen moments Above the Barbershop. As your soft kisses caress my forehead. As I melted into your heart.

The love I gave you will continue on, babe. As certainly as you had carried me to the top of the mountain, came and gathered the broken pieces of my soul and just as gently put my shining fragments back together again.

How tender your skin under my lips, the way you swept me off my feet, carried me up the top of the stairs like a cloud watching over us or you were drunk on our love. As you laid me down in the sheets of fresh linen, as we penetrated each other's souls, united our spirits in love.

The soft pedals on the bed will forever remind me how romantic a lover you truly are, and will always be; we shall always be this love. Love never dies.

John, you alone created this romantic ambiance in my sad and lonely life! It was you who made me see myself as I am, to truly appreciate the love in all things. You made my life that much more than I ever thought possible.

Thank-you for making my world alive with love again.

The doctors say I only have a few more months. This horrible truth, has wracked my brain and wrecked my life. I know this a cruel blow to you more than me.

As it was our love's promise to each other to love until death do us part. And death is knocking and wants it's part of me.

Please do not let life's inevitable cursing create hate within the our heart of love.

No more ceasing to create this lasting love we have built a fine castle in the clouds.

MY finality is not our finality, not so with our love. If you always believe in our love; and I believe you do, than you will hold the wheel true, keep it from spinning out of control; stay the course' remember how nice is dessert?

Hold me love, never let me go, always be with me now in this special place within our heart? Remember me my love as I will remember you!

One day we will shine as bright as the morning sun!

To prove this to you, my love, I will make this blood pac.

The truth be known!

That our love is the love of the cosmic centre, going beyond this mortal plane of existence into heavenly realms of lighted love.

And will all human strength find yours in ours with inhumane strength and intention's resoluteness; we are wholly in love.

This resolve, this deep-seated sacred love will live on; all you have to do is believe it!

Watch for me in the neon, in the amber, in the magenta light.

As I will return each night to you.

Watch for me as the sun sets in the evening as night encroaches like death is doing to me now and in the early morning when I return to you?

Soon my final light of day is no more.

Please light a beeswax candle for me then, and remember our love is like the bee that flies so far to find it's honey.

Soon you will feel a new love underneath you, and I will softly touch your right hand to let you know I am waiting for you and all is as it should be. Find comfort then.

A blaze of my crimson heart, our love in the sky, in the walkways you still wander a wonder how these bright blessing continue, from a dead soul alive in full spirited love now.

It is our love, love which makes all this magic; the supernatural flows like water over you and you are covered with this divine love.

You will find many signs and symbols found in magenta crimson and amethyst.

Note the passing of red umbrellas, in the reflected rain, upon the sea this light from the red-blue shift where I now reside.

Under this red umbrella and barbers candy cane sweetness in this district where our love always comes together we will make love forever. As it never stays the same, to grow stale like love can here. Always growing in love our originality never ceasing
The genius which is our love last past the last reflected surface holds a lighted candle to any image that would imprint upon our soul.

This love has cut me to the core of me, right down the middle of where I am.

Profuse is the bleeding that never stops out copious amounts of love for you.

It is in every moment, every time I feel your surrounding love for me that I want to tell you that I remember us as we were back then.

All through the surrounding fog, which defines us now, on the horizon, the sunset sky lights up.

As this unearthly light plays on the rocks, crossing the many plains, rivers, lakes, seas and mountains to find us when we are most alone.

Everywhere there is a magenta crimson blue flickering flame, there too, is our heart my dear love!

So please accept these magenta red roses, the fragrance of our essence,

As I am caught in this most difficult situation, please stay with me in heart-form thoughts? These unexpected times will not conquer that which I am.

As I am a life lived with a completeness, a fullness of love that will never be fully filled here so I must go on...

At the remainder of the day, a gentle nudge, a soft reminder.

All that remains now is my heart, my love.

jj

COSMOS SIETE: OUR CONSTANT SELF-IMPROVEMENT EFFORTS:

2011-08-30T15:57:00.000-04:00

COSMOS SIETE: OUR CONSTANT SELF-IMPROVEMENT EFFORTS:: OUR CONSTANT SELF-IMPROVEMENT EFFORTS:
IMPORTANT AND HEALTHY DAILY ACTIONS
August/16/’11
Man has always counted with a divine element ...

Dr. Joe's Interview With The Solar Flare Chick

2011-08-27T20:15:00.004-04:00

Dr. Joe: Good evening! Tonight I have a very special guest in the studio audience. Solar Flare Chick has been a going concern on the internet for, what is it, ten years?

Solar Flare Chick: Yes, going on eleven!

Dr. Joe: Thanks for that update...Glad your are here this evening Solar. May I call you Solar!

Solar Flare Chick: I prefer Flare with a silent accent on the "e"

Dr. Joe: Well that's hot!

Flare: Yes it is! Very hot!

Dr. Joe: So what exactly it is that you do do. haha I said do do!

Flare: Hahah! Dr. Joe! Really!

Dr. Joe: Enough joking, yours is, I hear, serious business.

Flare: Yes, it is Dr. Joe. May I call you Joe?

Dr. Joe: Be my guest!

Flare: Where should I begin?

Dr. Joe: There has been some interest in the idea of the Solar Flares having a direct effect, in fact this week upon our earth weather; could you please explain how this happens Solar Flare Chick, er, Flare?

Flare: Certainly, Dr. Joe. You see it is like this; we had a Solar Mass Ejection, or CME (Conneal Mass Ejection) about a week before the Goderich Ontario tornado, which saw 3 days of intense weather, huge lightening storms in Toronto which cancelled the CNE and plunged the city into darkness. Don't forget the two earthquakes, the Virginia quake about 5.6 richter I believe and the Peruvian quake, being around 7 richter scale. Then today the pending Hurricane Irene making landfall, with huge evacuations and potential for great loss. All these storms and quakes have been due, in my theory to the recent solar flare from the sunspot activity.

Dr. Joe: Wow, this is really interesting, what else can the sun activity do.

Flare: Well I don't know about you, but have you noticed a prevelance in virus/bacteriological/fungal infections?

Dr. Joe: Being a doctor, I can say yes! I have heard that the West Nile virus has made a comeback within the past few days.

Flare: See? It is not difficult to understand that all these events have a porportional relativity to the recent solar flare activity of our sun!

Dr. Joe: Why does this happen and is there any way to stop the sun from going through this active phase. If we could figure this out we could save a lot of live, limb and property!

Flare: Exactly Dr. Joe! We are trying to do this. My team of researchers have been collating various data, or number crunching and we have determined that the correlation is more than 99 percent accurate.

Dr. Joe: Wow! That's better than most prescription drugs efficacy!

Flare: You could say that! The sun's activity at certain times of the year, we believe is due to the way the sun is relative to the energic system of the universe.

Dr. Joe: Whoa! You lost me Flare! Did you just say "the energic systme of the universe"? What's that? I've never heard of this before...

Flare: That's correct Dr. Joe. There is a very power force in our universe which has a direct effect on our sun, and the rest of the stars and other celestial objects activity.

Dr. Joe: Really? I'll have to get my mind around this one...hold on. Ok...go on.. (smiles and laughs)

Flare: Dr. Joe, I know you are going to flip when you hear what I've about to say next.

Dr. Joe: I can handle it (I think...)

Flare: Well it is the fact that the sun is now considered a active star, one that is variable; a variable star. In other words, it changes, is not consistent. In other words, it could, theoretically, nova at any time.

Dr. Joe: Yes, I've heard this. Do you know why this is?

Flare: We are beginning to understand the mechanisms of the sun. Until recently, the sun was misunderstood, and was considered a stable star.

Dr. Joe: Do you think this instability may have anything to do with the Mayan predictions of Dec 21, 2012?

Flare: Yes, I believe so. The ancients, and there were many collaborating prophesies, Hopi, Mayan, Nostradamus, and others who predicted that there would be a catacylsmic event somewhere around 2012.

Dr. Joe: So you believe that the sun is responsible for these earth changes, etc.?

Flare: Definitely. What I am interested is not the fact that the sun may have an "event" around 2012. Whar I am really interested in is that fact that we could, armed with this prophetic knowledge and newly found knowledge of solar activity understand the mechanism behind the sun activity and do something to change the effects as predicted. If this is, in fact, the case.

Dr. Joe: I certainly hope not but then again I am not putting my head in the sand either. I am really hoping that something can be done. What do you have so far?

Flare: So far Joe we have not tons of information to be honest. But we do have many people researching from many angles. Besides the scientists we have parascientific groups like remote viewers, scientists, etc looking into the situation.

Dr. Joe: What are the remote viewers doing? And could you please explain remote viewing.

Flare: Sure! Remote viewing is a new tool, well fairly recent, which is a technical way of looking into the future using the subconscious methods of opening up the third eye, or pineal gland to understand past and future events.

Dr Joe: Are these "events" that the remote viewers "see" always 100 percent accurate and are there ways to stop future disasters once they are "seen" by the remote viewers or psychics?

Flare: The accuracy rate of the remote viewers and trained psychics is fairly high, however, nothing is cut in stone. There are always open ended chance, and this is due to the fact of the karmic wheel of "free choice or free will". Everything being related to each other in a domino or butterfly effect. Simply put; a butterfly flapping it's wings in Brazil causes tsunamis in Africa. Something to that effect.

Dr. Joe: Beautifully said Flare. What kinds of things can we do now to stop solar flare activity?

Flare: There has been recent particle research at the Cern labs in Switerland. You may have heard; the "z" particle experiments? The group at Cern's accelerator lab is trying to isolate the most minute of particle physics.

Dr. Joe: What were their most recent findings?

Flare: I have not heard anything as yet, however, we believe that the information lately has been mind-boggling.

Dr. Joe: Please explain...

Flare: Well, Joe, there is this thing about the sun particles. Recently the sun has been spewing off more of these intense particles from the core. The particles get expelled (like a virus) from the core. It is as if the sun has a cold thus the sunspots and the sun sneezes these unwanted particles from it's core by way of the CME.

Dr. Joe: So it is the core of the sun we are talking about, not just the outside corona of the sun?

Flare: That's correct.

Dr. Joe: Where do you think these particles originate?

Flare: That's just the thing, Joe. We are not positive but we think that the particles are coming from deep with the sun and even further back.

Dr. Joe: Further back?

Flare: Right. Further back past the sun.

Dr. Joe: Past the sun?

Flare: Right...way past the sun. Look at the sun as an end dot on a huge black screen and then think of the sun as a dot of light which has a string attached to it. This string goes all the way back to the beginning of the universe; to the Big Bang.

Dr. Joe: Really? The sun is attached to the Big Bang?

Flare: Yes! Through the energy field. All stars are attached by energic strings to this core sun or energy.

Dr. Joe: I've heard that you also believe that there is more than one Big Bang, in fact there may have been many. You also feel that the Big Bangs produce or punch out another dimension each time they happen.

Flare: This is a theory in its early stages of hypothesis, yes.

Dr. Joe: So how are we going to stop solar flare activity armed with this new knowledge?

Flare: Well, if we can control the particles that are being admitted from the centre of the universe, somehow thorugh various methods proposed, we could, in fact, control the immediate and maybe the universe activity.

Dr. Joe: Isnt that playing God?

Flare: Isnt getting up each morning playing "god"?

Dr. Joe : I get your point!

Flare: Yes, if we can understand the way to relate to the sun via sound of 528 mhz, the sun having a personality, likes attention from humans in the form of thought forms and loving energy sent to the core. For some reason God has made us cocreators of the universe and we can play an active role in how the universe functions, smoothly or not it all depends on heart-vibrational energy.

Dr. Joe: Whoa! This sounds so...New Age or something!

Flare: yes, it is!

Dr. Joe: How did you find this information?

Flare: It is actually ancient wisdom for ancient sages in old manuscripts and on cuniform tablets found thoroughout the world.

Dr. Joe: Really?

Flare: Really!

Dr. Joe: Whoa!

Flare: Yes, it may be hard to believe, but I am including some very interesting tapes that I brought with me today for your perusal. I hope you find them more than interesting and that they awaken in you some ancient knowledge you may have hidden away in your mitochondrial dna.

Dr. Joe: Mitochondrial dna?

Flare: That's for another interview; it is really quite interesting though.

Dr. Joe: I bet!

Flare: Well, there is much I must do to get back to the Tachyon fields of the solar plasma shield.

Dr. Joe: I won't bother asking, my head is too full of this stuff already!

Flare: I understand.

Dr. Joe: I hope to have you back on Dr. Joe's Scmooze real soon; is that ok Flare?

Flare: Certainly; I'd love to come back to discuss Solar Flare Chicks discoveries.

Dr. Joe: I hope you do find the answers before the next solar flare!

Flare: Yes, Dr. Joes, I certainly will try to do this! Remember; all of us can send waves of love to the the core of the sun and to the very back of the sun into the core of the universe.

Dr. Joe: "BIG WOW"!!!

Flare: See ya!

Dr. Joe: Goodnight Ms. Flare.

Flare: It's Flare Joe, Flare.

Dr. Joe: Not now!

Flare: Very funny! Good night

Dr. Joe: Good night Flare. We'll keep in touch! Thank-you so much for all you are doing (at least it is something!). Join me tomorrow night for an interview with a vampire or is it a werewolf....Bob what is it? Night all! Don't forget Klaus Dona's video The Hidden History of The Human Race...Great tape Flare! Thanks again!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmMwo1Xzgus&feature=player_embedded

New Moon Spun Her Colours ~ One Lovin' Dream

2011-08-27T18:10:00.006-04:00

New Moon Spun Colours

First there was a deep dark stillness
a blackness blacker than black
evading every open pore within
as the Milky Way pour forth
Alighted upon the shadows
these ghosts of the past

So the spin went
To Ghent
Spun out in Greece
Whipped Creme in Eclair

For this new moon slowly began to spin
vortex velocity
chakra colours spew henceforth
hewn from deep gems
found in cavernous places of heart-feltedness
cut and paste

from the left over corneal tears
I cried for my blindness to the truthfeltness
those who, like me, lacked 360 multi-dimensional vision
or chromatic sound variable hearing
or multi-sensory touch sensitivity
or scented aromatherapy liveliness
or tasted tongue salty beginnings
and sweet sweats langour of gladnesses lightest state of non-being
before disolving into a blur or brain fog

who came forth to match such untouched colours
a blend of incredible rework
from the core of blue violet magic
mix with cadmium red of some new alchemic principle
of the like which is unlikely unknown
Stuck a magnificient hue of St. Germain's
deep Violet pools eyes us
in the Magenta Tachyon Energy Fields

As all was in a constant change state
aswirl with the spin of had spun
and will spin on an on and on...
Alive with the death ray that feeds Life

this death ray purple violet
so intense is ultra violet
we have no degree of sight for her
only seen through methods of refracted trickery
not actually present in acuity or accurarians tablets
far removed from sight

or from any of our meager five senses
yet felt with a feeling removed
from the deserted street or bordeaux wine tableau
a table of fable found
a diamond planet looms from my gifted distance lover
a panorama of intense vibratory sound pallodrome
arched hornets optical illusions
gives us energies always charging us with our return
as loop de loop wolves howl to the winds created
by such vortices and fluxes
as sound of pan flutes mimic our ancient unknowns
unrecovered unless oen to the starry imprints on our skin
our celtic swirls and spirals
empower our going forth and return to place of centre

as all does come together
to spring forth from the pen's fountain head
central seating on the axis of is
rising up from the sea
to meet where we've always met
we meet at the place where all this existing

where all this stuff of dreams
relents to the truth behind our eyes
causes oceans to rise
to the apex of all that is now
the most now one can be
pushing past the thresholds of pain and fear of pain
to become one again
crossing the line to take up residence in the realm of
love

fresh breezes kiss our damp faces
sweltering in our heated passion
the desert deserts us
goes AWOL
another wall pushed through
to arrive here with you

and all ceases to exist or to become
as in this inky space of nonform and nondimension
this flatness of being described on bas reliefs
which did not give much relief
washed our bodies in the moonlit waterfalls
breeching dolphins called
come, my love to this place tonight
find your one true love has always been
a bean or kernel of truth
within your heart of hearts

one dear sweet sweaty night
unseated the only unity of peaceful universal love
unswervingly centred into the fray
the host of disarray
aligning now

as alone as I was in multiplicity of this silent grove
I did groove into you
grew tall
grew strong
grew too long a time

as either left or right left me empty
and lower my immunity to your polarized return
as if higher or lower than the central axis
of this earthwork worn
where all spins off into
a centrifical flight
of blood guts gory no glory
a flurry of fury rath upon
lack of possession of love's
lighted from unicorn sound particle
528 megahertz of non-hurt love plasma field
oh the zone that makes the bones turn to butter!

the only worthy array worth heading towards
to forward ho!
as we now succumbing to the coming storms
leave the coast tonight
take flight my minions of pigeons!
into the storm these sparks do fly!
and eventually find our non-living counterpart
our shadow allies with the sun tonight
as all polarities eventual
do, please, come together now

as within and as without
as internal as external
as eternal as forever
everlasting night of our souls
this darknest night of my new moon dreams
spring into fall
fall into spring
winter into summer
summer into winter
know the seasons turn turn turn
like the colour wheel
like the cardinal sheds his red blood feathers
upon the ground beneath our feet
the sky blue remains
caught in our eyes
the last sun flash
we awaken from the dream
to be what we know we always been
here all along
just hidden under mountains
of refuse

find the last refuge
be the most centred light of love
envision your magenta shield around you
feel the presence of your Creator
find the place that feels right
where you
fly far away from the fight flight and fright
for this material world's terminal decay
is just the beginnning of the gathering
of the sun's rays multiple arrays
opening slowly
each rung its own way,
its own song
each own description of perfected sound
upscale whole living in perfect harmony

as this final particle's final release
the last night of light left
from the room's core fireplace
the tunnel from wence we came in last
to be first where it counts
who could help us when here we whelped winced and cringed
waiting for the sun not to singe our tail feathers
afraid we would not be able to
nor physically get to that place of the sun
where wings melt our dreams
and we turn to dead-weight heap upon the lifeless rocks
who once held our potential script
of free flight
dream ticket out of the here and now
and into the endless potential of endless possibilities

once I was lost in the tribal woods
covered in the forest floor
my hair covered in last night's smoke
bitten by too many blackflies and mosquitoes
waiting for the rainbow trout to gulp mayfly shadflies
as they hit in great number the Impala's windshield
amassive of number of bugs leaving their life juice
as my burnished skin
left beet juice and iron ore oxizidized

into the life surrounding me fastly spinning too
unravelling the past secrets one turn at a time
one magic moment of miracle
one belief held in lieu
netime unseen
these realms of my dreams
the rocks so silent open the void
as devoid of seeming meaning or movement
yet in their silence; a truthfullness
silent sleepers
creeping slowly upon the unawares
hopping like hares through the tufty grasses
seeping these waivering images
brain waves steady patterned flow
heated energy trapped over the highway
like a mirage
like a mirror
like a miracle
so this can become that
to find shelter for self
within myself
to find you without me
as I brought you forward
into me
into you
into us
the deepest part
Goodnight Irene
you are the heart of me
Bogo free
go go free
get thee free

on a shelf behind the wind-blown wood shed
lives a bird with no half-shelf life!
found my full shell(threw aside ways the shelf)
climbed up to vantage point
to find this life full of life my love
peered through those stormy weathered appearances
petered out my window
dispelled the hurricane illusion with intent and purpose
pepper my tail feathers with faerie dust too soon to fly away
piper'd my tall fluted glass full of love songs
layered the lining of my heart
with many good things
the fullness of which is my wish
to always to feel full of the bliss
may our lives live on and on into one loving dream!

jj

Magpie #79 Missouri Takes to the Beach

2011-08-22T09:24:00.006-04:00

unidentified photo, found in a Missouri antique shop

Missouri Takes to the Beach

We'd all pile into the old Chevy
Suzie, Billy and me sweltering head for the beach
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot Missouri scorching heat

We'd meet all our friends there
it's always gawfaw laughs and silly giggles
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot sand under my toes that jiggles

We'd all buy malts and chips at the hotdog stand
and take the cold chicken lunch Mama had made
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot dungerees that in this sun did fade

We'd rub Coppertone lotion onto our burning red skin
each taking a turn to do each other's back
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot and intense sun there is no lack

We'd play hop-scotch dawn to dusk
all we did was play, play and play
can't wait to take a dip!
from the hot sand burning my feet today

We'd all had enough of this fun-in-the-sun
had to head back down the long winding road
can't wait to take a dip!
from every crack and crevice what a sandy load

jj

It's time for the Beach! Come on everybody and hop into the car! We're all having a ball at the beach! Go here; www.magpietales.blogspot.com

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this fun photo prompt!

Beach Ball
By: OCAL

Magpie #78 Paint Me a Rainbow with The Hollies

2011-08-21T12:05:00.007-04:00

Paint Me A Rainbow

(sung to Bus Stop by The Hollies 1967)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2Rz7j3a-qA

Roller
Paint Day
He's There
I'd Say

Please paint
all my
hallways

Rolls stops
Rollers go
Please stay
Paint me

Under my paint roller

All that painting
we did sweat it

slop and slap and shine

That Paint Roller
We hired it
By August we were fine

Every morning
I would see him

Rolling on the paint

Sometimes he'd stopped
And he would show me
what he got

Other people gawked

As if we were quite cracked

Someday we same

And ours are going to be the name

Thats the way
the wall got started

silly paint to do

Thinkin' of a wall to do

Beginning with you

Came the saffron
the blue was melting

No more painting now

Nice to think
that that
Paint Roller

Led us to a WOW!

jj

Painted Rainbow

Mgpie #77 Waiting For Destiny ~All Summer Long is An Eternity

2011-08-08T12:25:00.011-04:00

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947

How keenly he admired her pink tap dancer outfit
All the while she appealed to his need to be a comfort
Standing, no; slightly leaning on the balcony rails
absorbed by this fluid minute the moment stuck

on these two love-struck teenagers

They'd always be the two
they were "the two"
The Lovers of the 40's
a duo worthy of slapstick comedy
barely managing to pay attention
to the world's axis
or the world's spin of events

as spun for the record player; deeply grooved
listening to the hits of the day
The top 40 of the 40's
on Grandma's old RCA Victrola
or Grandpa's old wooden tube radio
listening Charlie McCarthy or The Shadow
on these walls painted by pioneers
the old classic radio shows

This night a deep hush fell over the stars
up the stairs into the very barn-wood grain
leaving a musty smell of cedar
as Mama left open the hope chest
nobody knew
Bobby would soon go to war

the farm dangled on the edge of this precipice
just around the corner of World War II
global-go-round who could tell then
who'd lost or who'd won?
a far cry from last years laconic
hazy days of summer
and pre 18
B52's blazing trails
left no smoke to render asunder

it had to be so
The Parents were in a deep summer slumber
too hot to do much else this year
keeping their distance lest they stick
like flies on flypaper
or moths singed by the bonfire
Bob and Jill were an item I reckon to guess

as the porch light silhouetted their lanky figures
there would be an official time
to turned off the porch light
prying father at the 11th hour
could get incrementally loud as the minutes lingered longer

"Don't you know it's way past eleven?" the gruff father lamented

"I'll be in a minute Dad" churled the girl

Bob leaned back even farther
almost falling backwards clumsily
appearing nonchalant the whole time
demeanor being everything then

So slowly and smoothly he danced over
smooth as silk
criss-crossing the railings like Fred Astaire
She gingerly playing the game
keeping time
The Lovers
every movement in this still moment
an exacting dance of frozen steps
a whirlwind courtship sustained by summer's doldrums
a study in steady they went around together
romance under glass

the porch's bannister held easily his Frank Sinatra weight
so methodically distancing himself from her
just in case the front screened door slammed
and the father soon to appear
catching them in the act

Chasing her with friendly pokes
Coaxing her with flirtatious compliments
chasing her round this merry-go-round porch
Bob felt especially gay tonight

Waiting for these quiet moments to steal real intimacy
like he had stolen second in the outfield today
occasionally the conversation
returned to the events of the day
the returns of the day left-over from the morning dew
but it was night and time to lay a wet kiss on Jilly thought Bobby
He'd return the next night and the next repeating the same repast
Bob would always show up

he'd be stoking the fires of her desire one day soon
fanning her mount-to-the-sky-high red-hot flames of passion

nudging ever closer to get a chest-full of her essence
a whiff of her Chantilly lace perfume
She was a cheerleader He, the brazen boy of the debating team
a farmer's son turned gentleman caller
a beau of the summer passing the hours
helping his Pa with gopher work and agricultural labour
driving the John Deere here and there
planting weeding tilling til the cows came home
if they did, then he'd have to milk them

Bob would often catch a glimpse of her over at the Five and Dime
While she'd coyly positioned her lithe-body like a snake goddess
undulating, ringing in his dime spent
keeping the nickel he left for her
She seemed so coquettish to him
while she served him Coke floats or Orange Whips
dressed in her waitress uniform
pleasing him all summer long

This evening hung like a painting by Hopper
and nearly more real than the pixies dust in her eyes
a photographic stillness may never detail
the lack of focus
this night played hazy, dreamy, languid
Into this casual night The Lovers
iconographed themselves

hug over the pale mood
as things were still buzzing
moths to the porch flame
fireflies flash-bulbed the two hearts
bright lights synchronized the space
entwining The Lovers in this stop-action game

The casual after-dinner mint julep
The Lovers portrait
A patchwork quilt of Americana
their sensibilities set the stage
A glimpse into this night, long past
staged via balcony time portal

certainly
we'd all hope to meet
ourselves like this
captured on film or paint or some other art form
to return one day

roll the film!
hush
magic takes silence
and a firm conviction
in the suspension of disbelief

yet silent runners this unravelled slice of life
silver screen film stillness bore
leaving only an etched reminder
the remainder
of once which was indeed once upon a time
fairy tales do come true in the big picture show

figures that in the foreground
vanish into thin lines
just by that small point on the horizon
there a puff of smoke evaporated
into the background of inky density

hoping to meet up with our past
hoping to lead to further understanding
hoping one day to climax this relationship

we will have them wed to forever
in our minds
they will stay youthful
forever lallygagging in a conjugal bed
we see them wed one day
can you image the size of that picture frame?

The flash of neon farm lights
tractors left on cut swaths of light
through the fabric of time
the scent of new mown hay
maybe a skunk or two under the porch
"This ain't the way we were was it?" asked debutante Jill

Down on the Farm Broadway
Boogie Woogie on the porch swing time
A lively livery lane of vegetable and animal cornucopia
all merging into this diorama

The Lovers are Dormant by the Welcome Home doormat
This frame by frame within a frame
Technically correct yet evading the life
for this still life portrait

That which they were
where they lived
was capture like a rabbit in a humane trap
keep with Grannies doilies

"Please stand still for posterity sake!"
Hopper the art director would yell
"Picture Perfect; all is lovely as a Corn Flake Box"
His uncanny good looks acting a part in his own art

The Lovers for all eternity would stand
reappear with each mirrored glance their way
on walls in halls in balls these art dolls
For their right to be just who they appear to be
Without any notion or motion or excess need to critique

Captured in this way, like deer in the headlights
The Lovers are frozen
tender and loving
Yet not fully able to render any emotion
we are the ones who lather them into the forms
they have become
and explain away
any self-consciousness or awkwardness
they'd have if they knew we were looking

now appearing nightly
stuck on pleasantries
even the evening lark's mimicry
comforts her by his comfortable stance
her pretty-in-pink precociousness
She would have tap danced all night
Save for her father's demanding voice
She'd forever fan his flames of desire for her too
this Eve's temptress in slinky satin
bronzed by the sun gods

she'd play with his heart
tap all night across his chest
beating like a drum inside him
inside her inside him
they would eventually let each other in

"if this summer's night would only last a little bit longer"
Jill echoed breathlessly echoing back to her; only her own voice

"How 'bout forever?" Bob whispered softly into her moist and humid ear only to hear the all encompassing sound of silence echoing from the distant horizon and the forever-after internalized within and externalized without; merging reality of a forever summer lost in eternity.

jj

Please go here for further interesting takes on this great work of art! http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/08/mag-77.html

Thank-you Tess Kincaid for this picture painting prompt!

Magpie #76 Nelly the Windmill

2011-07-31T21:06:00.007-04:00

Clack Clack clicky Clack
Now that I'm back on the farm
I can still hear her
clear as a bell
perpetual as motion
ingrained as sand
The Country Living I love
Listen up with ears of corn

clearly heard the
sound in my sweet sleep
Down on the Farm
fattened by daydreams

In a Grass grown hour I'd watch forever
The old windmill sunrise til sunset
as I remained tied to her oft changing winds
the seasoned by seasonal motion
the rhythm of life unleashed; wild and free
the peaceful corn stalking us
bobbing with the breezes this wall of green
writhing with energy into the elephant sky

the crickets, grasshoppers and frogs sing
even the rooster crows at odd hours
belieing his need for too much regulation
it's summer hours!
but never is the wind a sure thing
always so unpredictable
until Nelly sounded off her early wandering sounds
Clik Clak come back
you forgotten to batten down the hatches!

yet she
with her rickety old warning system
awaken me to these permanent changes
the snap of sudden storms
the run to uncover summer rain
the ducking every time she looks like she'll cut my fool head off

she's always on solid ground now
she's ground herself in deep
rooted like a tree; a place of permanence
she spins for me, and for the sky too
the elements made her rust
oxizidized through and through
a patch by any other name
makes her play on

which gets me to thinking
about her constant churning and turning
playing like an actress in an Ohio summerstock theatre
snake rattle and roll around
i hear the decades roll call
I'm better than those snake mounds anyday
come watch me play

her constant motion; uninterupted
legendary at times
now halted to a slow stop
until the next breeze blows
when will that be?
the kids always ask
go for a swim in the creek!

Nelly is to us
the world's first pioneer windmill
a huge fan of ours yet a far cry from those newfangled devices
that loom like a scene from War of the Worlds
take a holiday Nelly everyoone does or should
every once in awhile
during this brutal midsummer's midday heat
bask in the Sun, read a book

who's to blame Nelly for being stuck on herself
on a coquettish silent mode
on a dreary doldrum-like stillness
on a permanent work stoppage?

Yes, her creaking ceased but so very rarely
just as Summer has broken her promise
of staying well into October
Nelly's midday sweaty silence?
a reminder of the permanant-impermanance of Summer
fading away into memory's background
and life turning another page of the book
keep it open-ended this bookmark please!

Ah, the circle of life!
Nelly has really got that thing happening!
sure, she's lost some orange paint
yet still, she can outrun any wild horse
and skip through the lightest breezes to play with gale force winds
like a seasoned trooper she takes it
like a prairie gopher she hops to it
like a belle of the ball's her swirling skirt

Today the sun glints sideways
I pull away daisies from her caged mesh
her steely eye looks at me with anger
she sends sundagger arrays to my retinas
What is it Nelly?
you were made of the same metal they use to tin the roof last year
So What's your problem?
I narrow my eyes to see her in the midday sun
there she'll always remain, of this I am sure
as what remains is the past, born yesterday, revisited today
right now, for me in this instance, this instant time
the past finds the future ready to merge with right now
emerge as something slightly changed by the winds of time
by winds that always keep things moving
in a perpetual sort of way

my straw hat is dusty and dirty
my crows feet are itchy and an inch deeper today
etched or tattooed; a reminder
of a summer permanently afixed
focused on the vanishing line in that cornfield
and to the right, always right there, stood Nelly
it us this little line in here
where Nelly lives
years of summer sun and fun
maybe there's no cure for having
"the summertime blues"
or thus being branded

by time, by memories, by dreams
all fades to black sweep of turn out the lights
the farmers turn in early all is pitchfork dark
silent, or is it a breeze
Nelly? Waking up for the night?
like the crazy rooster?
for in my fields of lucid dreaming
I'm always planting something
bent over, weeding, raking, picking
pricking my finger on that enormous weed
bleeding my heart into the soil

no water from Nelly today
No wind to bid her dance another dance for me
still now
she stays
inert
"mopping her face like a shoe"
with her orange hankerchief

I can still hear that constant racket
Old Nelly again!
clickity clack she must always stay intact
To continue on
AS Nature's Order of Sound
Our MidSummer Symphony plays again
Listen!
drone of cicada
buzz of bee
crick of cricket
Make it last Make it last Make it Last
Coming in close to a second
Summer's gone before she starts!

Summer never to lack for luster
keeping alive the sounds
Yet Summer does summon
every ounce of recall
bouncing off the walls
only to reappear and
very last but not least
to slowly fade away

as each generation
reminesces
please make last the great
familiar sounds
long past due of expiration date

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the very prompt prompt this week (Sunday night?). Well I got up early with the birds this evening! Get back to the farm here;
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/07/mag-76.html

Magpie #75 Riding Circles 'Round Sirius

2011-07-25T15:33:00.012-04:00

A ride to Remember
shiny star shine brightly
a star setting never
opens with barker barking; Dog Star Reel
"Welcome to the non-stop Summer Now Showing"
muse is waiting Sirius soon wayning
Take advantage before the Vantage Point vanishes!

hold on; when to go on?
Must go On with the show!
action it; play it up play it forward
timing is always everything
the time for go is so now!

it's time to ride your bicycle
Cycle Round Sirius
stars please come out and play tonight
over the moon we feel reborn
fireflies light the way; illuminate future glimpses
Awakened past memories draw near
heatflashes the heart quickens
then just as quickly fades to a moonless night
remininescent of those endless gray days and nights
we totally forget about during summer

as the past passes away just so suddenly
as flashing Perseides smudges out meteors
extinguished before our eyes; before memory can capture
burnt into synaptic gaps for gaglions of time
cartwheels across the arched sky

drink up the Milky way
ready to get set and go; on and on with the
endless of it all
"It's showtime; wake up star shine Cyclegirl Circe"

voice-overs intimates
Just do it and don't ask questions
particularly not so particular as to the why of why not
who started this verbatim ad infinitum?
linkedin or lockedout do lookup
Whoever said you have to signed in?
when already in a state of perpetual albiet perturbing bliss?
followed your heart to thrive and please your spirited soul
create this new come together magic on the carpet green

In a groggy blur the frogs belted out
let 'er "Rib-it" "Rib-it" "Rib-it"!!!
whilst bicycling across the cosmic highway
Circe sang so swimmingly
she sung so singingly
her many fairy love songs along the way
as those rapturous vultures lusted for her sweetmeat

Anything goes when bigbang is on
and turn off your nightlights
you can see far beyond the light and into the night
welcome to inner visions inner-sight;
a night visions' lucid play

grab hold by the handlebars and hold tight
it is your very life to find and have and hold
never, say never and no, never let go
Let us go together to find and seek our truth;
the password is love and love is the word!

chalk-up your hands to cast upon the waters
sea-sky umbra
Cycles on a Bike
Cycles Continue On and on, and on and with all of these
Cycles of Life
REALLY REALLY REALLY
CAN DO
Wheelie Wheelie Wheelie

iF life is a bumpy ride
Smooth it out get a Sirian Cycle
round out the imperfect circles
though round the earth-go-round
being a most pleasant circle
who does cycles so well can do everything and anything
as everything inner-city-cycles, the outer-city-cyclers
balance all this
churns of returning to home automatically
pay no attention to the mechanism of come-round again
of churn and turn slightly off-wobble
hear not nor listen to the grinding of metal-on-mental
as earth creaks like a ship
tossed by the carefree sea
as creak tree tree talks of the past in the frozen tundra
eons ago now was winter

held high in highest esteem
she could hold her own weight
but Sirius wanted to hold onto her too
as he had a thing called love for her;
who wouldn't love Circe de Cycles and Sirius Cycles?
A finer couple not to be found anywhere around

as he held her tight, she closed in on him
bringing in her own mighty power
with each pounding of the surf
would be swaying spinning turning
felt the fallen rope slip away
felt her faint for a moment under the sway

watched as the mixed company of acrobats
noticed her tattered taffeta gown; fallen away
caught up between here, there and once-was stardust
but the now she found out that the show must go on
facing the facts; Fate face-to-face; time is almost gone

Sirius' light muted to imbue her space
surround her with flashy harmonics light-show
illuminate her milky luminousity
revel in her soft liquidity
What a Flesh pot of Lust and desire!
stellar magnitude of off-the-scale brightness
Circe de Cycles had it all

wave after wave of passion
momentously stole her away
from her Act in three parts
the dualism dulled her knife
blinking and blinding lights
would soon subdue her
as Sirius penetrating energies
transformed his "star" Circe
into his muse

seduced by the star
she remaining on her recumbent bicycle
Cycling ever so slowly
pedalling backwards
stopping time that showstopper
nakedness or nudity soon forgotten

outing her own firmament
fierceness this growling lioness
pierced the radiance with her arching athleticism
gymnastics on a bike while gyrating on a dime
tracing figure-eight informally the infinite's foundations

as the circles of the dog star widen
with Sirius star pupil
alighted on her heavenly body
to have and to hold; his to behold

and on and on it keeps going on
change it up to a closer star
Circe de Soliel
our very own sunny sunshine star
where circadian rhythms abound
strattled whe rode side-saddle
while from her pursed lips she blew
a blast of a scorching hot gathering tempest

centrifugal force
flying off the handle
playing for keeps
alighting riding
dizzying speeding
sending spraying strewing
pieces across the sky way

Flash point finding Sirius
undulating her steady transmission
as his glowing spoke of her passion
riding high across the Summer's Night Sky

only serious riders need apply
those who are named Sirius and Circe
those permanently etched-more-than-sketched
those owners of the multi-'verses penned
hitchhikers want a ride to the nearest star so far away
now riding on this shiny new stellar bike-for-two

A Midsummer's Dream for Circe
to ride the dog star nightly

jj

Holy Mountain Soul Energies and Our Dualistic Soul

2011-07-22T23:25:00.003-04:00

The long forgotten mountain remember her bearing lines; her luminous body.

As the clouds today moved to surround the mountain and taking form, resembled the mountain by reassembling her in all her glory.

And as the clouds remembered her once massive form, with the crystal memory still rooted to the mother cell soul core of the earth.

This magnetic attraction to the past was wearing thin, but on certain days of the year you could see the lines rising from the expanse of sky splayed out in an array from the central vanishing point of the place where these vortex energies collected themselves.

So the ancient mountain that once existed had memory of itself and still imbued the sky with the magnetic storm energy which form storm cloud cells.

This ancient mountain was very regal. I call it Turtle Mountain. It perhaps was taller than the tallest Mountain on earth, and contained such a magnetic presence as to still be felt today eons or perhaps multiple verses after it is dissolved from our material realm.

The straited clouds that formed today drew clouds from the distal parts of the sky to collect here at this pinpoint spot.

These powerful ancient energies would take an alignment of ancient and new celestial events, universal energies and star patterned energy and their movements, energetic molecules and their movements, magnetic poles from deep within the sun and the sun's negative polarity as seen as continual momentum shift, and other elements to combine in such a way as to produce this phenomenal event.

These ancient lines recall those times when and if (then (past)and then (future)and now combine forces into a glimpse of that powerful forming or reforming or remembering.

All that energy from the ancient past or far flung future to co-exist in this exacting time of now.

as the axiom of storm clouds gather the straited rays of light from the ancient lost sun, or from our sun many eons ago but which solar-collected within the bowels of the earth.

As this energy resembles; a very tall mountain presents itself to me.

Long ago these energy-lines create a pattern of once-was or wants-to be or is not fully formed in a vast array of telescoping multiverses intersecting.

As luminous as these lines are, they have a luminosity which is difficult to measure or see, and can only be glimpsed with spirit-eyes.

That which is given to those who imbibe in the spirit of the earth energies to gather understanding of the complexity of our existence.

Those who are so attached to the mountain's soul centre, past, present and future as well as multiversed in transposed translucsent luminosities from whence is yet to establish.

That energy, those energies, or non-energies or unknown energies(which could be charged from the core of the universe or charged by or towards the core of the earth).

Likewise, the body has two souls. One soul stays with the deceased

body for one month after death.

The other soul immediately flashes like lightening leaving quickly the body behind as the soul imbibes with spirit to fast to contemplate or record by material/physical standards today.

As quick as the quicken of soul to spirit is, it is in angel's blinking, a fast sweeping away of soul to a higher vibrational level, be it heaven, or a holding pattern underneath the altar.

And so it goes that these energy fields of high frequency occur to both man and mountain.

The second soul that stays strapped to the body like a straight-jacket is the memory-soul.

It is with this body that soul stays glued with the deceased cadaver for one month in accordance with Biblical tradition as per the Old Testament( please read the interesting article re; Witch of Endor)

Witch of Endor (Sam/Saul).

A necromancer consulted by Saul in his extremity when

forsaken by Yhwh, and whose ordinary oracles (dreams, urim,

and prophets) had failed him. The story is found in I Sam.

xxviii. 4-25. After Samuel's death and burial with due

mourning ceremonies in Ramah, Saul had driven all

necromancers and adepts at witchcraft from the land. But

the Philistines gathered their forces and encamped in

Shunem, and to meet them Saul mustered his army on Gilboa.

The Israelitish king, terrified at the sight of the enemy's

numbers, inquired of Yhwh, but received no answer. In this

strait the monarch inquires for a woman , "who possesses a

talisman" (Smith, "Samuel," p. 240) wherewith to invoke the

dead, and is informed that one is staying at Endor.

Disguised, Saul repairs to the woman's lodgings at night

and bids her summon for him the one whom he will name. The

witch suspects a snare, and refuses to comply in view of

the fate meted out to her class by royal command. Assured,

however, of immunity, she summons Samuel at Saul's request.

At the sight of Samuel she cries out with a loud voice, and

charges the king, whom she immediately recognizes, with

having deceived her. Saul allays her fears and makes her

tell him what she has seen. She saw "a god ["elohim"]

coming up out of the earth"; "an old man . . . wrapped in a

cloak." Before the spirit (unseen) Saul prostrates himself.

Samuel complains at being disturbed, but Saul pleads the

extremity of his danger and his abandonment by Yhwh.

Samuel, however, refuses to give any counsel, but announces

the impending downfall of the king and his dynasty. Saul

faints, partly from physical exhaustion due to lack of

food. The witch attempts to comfort him, and invites him to

partake of her hospitality. Saul at first refuses, but is

finally prevailed upon by the combined entreaties of the

woman and his servants. He eats and departs to his fate.

http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/view.jsp?artid=366&letter=E

Magpie #74 Don We Now Our New Skin

2011-07-18T09:05:00.005-04:00

Don this mask and Become Someone
As Yonder Portals Calls
Beckons One to Inhabit
Its claustrophobic space
Its catastrophic place
Its catatonic zombietization of mind
Masks will do that

These Powers
Once worn
Are Here to stay
and Persuade away
all those who's very
Form
Rivals
the Forces Inherent in Nature
Cry Foul no wonder
there's still that matter of
the Increment
of rotting fish
as Death the toll-keeper
keeps sharpening

Don we now
to forfeit and don't forget Beget
A thousand years of frocked spirits
swirling in the clammy atmosphere
of New Orleans
These spirits imbibe
These spirits invoke
These spirits provoke
Angry, Reticent and Malevolent Mobs
of Seething under clenched teeth
The Fourth has Yet to come forth
and make an appearance

Don and Juan
Twin Spirits
now Appearing nightly
on Display daily
at the Whitney

Don the Cap and Gown
those who sensed
many many evil eyes peering
through cloaks and cloches
that horny head known to many
rotates and spins
like Linda Blair
too radically for my taste
Fate turns to Luck
We Discover
File an Information
have a hearing
the Incoherent babble demon
the many lies and Inconsistencies
the trepidations!
on a platter the gavel
fell hard
smack dab in the sweet spot

Dawn Refuse to Rise
Laying like death
strewn all over the floor
this congealed mess
of Sin and Shame and Death
did recall our years covered
now this unholy blood
splattered lust on our dust
corruptible flesh rots
now remade into incorruptible flash

A New Dawn Arises!
flesh no longer hanging from the bone
as those who await the hanging
the Fated One
paces the floor
retraces the door
recalls whats in store
to hang permanently
one day
upon this atrophied Wall
This Trophy of A Man

jj

Please take of your mask and create a new one; aristically; creatively! Right Here:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/07/mag-74.html

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the photo prompt each week...I love Don who is a very dashing fellow!

MOON AND THE SUN'S TWINS each had two of each at one time!

2011-07-13T16:04:00.004-04:00

(John William 1864 First moon "shot" photo EVER! Doesn Copernicus look a tad tilted due to the moon's wobble (wonder to what degree the moon has changed since then...)

Every once in awhile I am accidently treated to, and by proxy or privy, or by sheer

unmitigated coincidence or synchronicity, information of which, I have been

searching for years.

Two days ago I found this article while looking for another article on Google.

It did appear to strike my fancy (Ja-Len's Fancy has got that right!).

Yes, I admit it; I'm an Indiana Jones fan from eons ago.

Remembering that nothing is new "under the sun" or is it?

So I guess, in hindsight, now, the information here is what I call a

significant "keeper".

All of this ancient knowledge does seem to be somewhat saturated in places less

travelled and "holed up" in long-forgotten and archiac, musty-scented ebayance

drawers.

No doubt to be found in a crypt with the apocryphal crypt-keeper a-chilling-out and

on a permanent vacation or all-day liquid lunch.

Perhaps we may chance to discover, by the very same proxy, and in some foreign

land, this mysterious niche of a cloche found deep in the heart of a very

mysterious and remote and sometimes arid, location.

"The Undisclosed" facts (just the facts, m'am)of life.

Vital facts of life that may, just may be the very one thing that we need to know

now on a priority first need to know basis how to continue life on this planet.

Therefore and hitherto we listen the hissing of snakes in the grass ready to strike this asp always unbeknownst by myself and to the locale lords and ladies who frequent the region of the local gentry.

To this I cry "foul" and "unfair"!

Is it not time to shake the roof to the rafters to let loose the tiled floors of Oceana where the salt of the earth still lays in tiles so nicely? It is indeed time for us to discover our own brine and briny ways!

Our matriarchial lineage is the mitochondrial dna as well as the long known patriarchial dna.

To touch the divine feminine and the sacred masculine locked deep in the depths of the human soul are the annals of known and unknown space and time in the now of eternity; thus far.

For those who need to know on more than a "need to know basis" there is this drive to commit oneself to the awareness of hidden knowledge no matter what, myself included, and to find out what exactly happened in prehistory to make us the way we "are"..

My motto: To verify the unverifable no matter what.

To all who hold this very same truth;

In Veritas!

(In Truth!)

Raise Your Glass! (Thanks Pink!)

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The Moon and Its Significance in the Horoscope

By: Tracy Porter

Copyright 2000

While mainstream pop astrologers have done well to promote the field of Astrology by publishing weekly, monthly and daily horoscopes, and thereby making it readily available to the masses, they can at best only provide general forecasts based upon the Sun sign, which must be suitable for approximate 1/12 of the population.

The placement of the Sun in the horoscope gives an indication of our true nature, while the placement of the Moon at the time of birth gives an indication of our emotions and reactions, and can at times even takes dominance over the Sun.

The Moon is the closest celestial body to the Earth and therefore has a physical and well as esoteric effect on us, as evidenced by the fact that the highs and lows of the oceanic tides are affected by the cycle of the Moon.

The word ‘lunatic’ is derived from the Latin word ‘Luna’, which is used to associate a person’s odd behaviour during the Full Moon. The word ‘month’ is derived form the word ‘Moon’ which is indicative of the fact that in ancient times the calendar was based upon the phases and cycles of this body. Monday, coincidentally, was named after the Moon.

The Celts and Native Americans are two cultures that based their calendar of events on the lunar influences. Both cultures used 13 months, which correspond to the lunar month of 28 days.

In astrology, the Moon relates to the emotive impulses that push us to react the way we do. In many instances, a person’s Moon sign will have such an impact that it can actually overshadow the solar influences from time to time. This, therefore, helps to explain why some people behave in manners uncharacteristic of their Sun sign.

The Great Star Debate

About ten to twelve thousand years ago a disaster of a major proportion occurred on Earth, which Christianity portrays as the great flood. Ancient texts speak of a Golden Age where man suffered no disease and lived for up to a thousand years. Some believe that our present solar system at one time existed of a binary pair instead of our single star, that gave illumination to our Earth twenty-four hours a day. This theory is justified by the fact that the word ‘disaster’ actually means ‘no star’, and the word ‘catastrophe’ means ‘fall of a star’. This great celestial explosion is said to have taken place at 19 degrees Scorpio, hence the reason that this constellation was been named Via Combusta, or ‘The Burning Way’.

The Earth had an atmosphere similar to Venus, which kept many of the degenerative diseases we know today at bay. It is believed that at this time the civilisations of Atlantis and Lemuria were in their prime. It is believed that the second star, called Phaeton, exploded, leaving behind our single Sun called So, which means one. This explosion is said to have dislodged Lilith, the Earth’s first Moon, which consequently was shoved into the Earth, destroyed the civilisations of Atlantis and Lemuria, and forced the Earth to tilt on its axis.

In addition to the Double Star Theory, some believe in times past the Earth had two visible Moons. Legend has it that our first Moon, Lilith, was much smaller than our present Moon, Luna. Even the Old Testament in the Bible suggest that there was originally one Moon, then two, then one again.

At present we have only one major satellite that orbits our Earth. Myth, however, tells of a time when another smaller planet, Lilith, orbited our Earth. Ancient Hebrew texts speak of Adam’s first wife being Lilith, and when he tired of her because she would not be subservient to him, he cast her aside in favour of Eve. Although many perceive biblical characters as persons, it is not unreasonable to suggest that because these stories arise from deep antiquity, the characters could represent planetary events.

The Bible suggests that in former times there was one Moon (Lilith), then two (Lilith and Luna), then one again (Luna). This quite likely relates to the great cataclysm that occurred about twelve thousand years ago. While stories and tales can be rather vague, some great event caused Luna to be pushed into the Earth’s orbit for a short time. It is believed that the gravitational effects of this event pushed the much smaller satellite into the Earth’s atmosphere to dramatically create what is now known as the Pacific Ocean. Theories abound, but this premise is justified by the fact that this grand event destroyed the civilisations of both Lemuria and Atlantis, which are said to have been highly advanced cultures, and gave us the seasonal changes that we now know today.

In astrology the Moon rules Cancer. The Sun passes through the zodiacal sign of Cancer from late June until the latter part of July. When the Moon is posited in the sign of Cancer it tends to operate with the greatest amount of ease, and feels most at home in this placement. Therefore, when the Moon is posited in Cancer, the native will exhibit many nurturing and caring qualities and will tend to feel a great sense of affection towards woman and family members.

The Moon is exalted in the sign of Taurus where it operates with the greatest strength. Therefore, those whose natal Moon is posited in Taurus will exhibit much emotional stability, and will tend to get great joy from the sensual pleasure of life. They will likely need a great deal of money and other possessions in order to feel secure.

The Moon is in its fall in the sign of Scorpio, which indicates that it works with the least amount of strength. Persons who have their natal Moon posited in this sign find it difficult to trust others and can be quite cutting in their emotional reactions. If a person within the natal placement feels wronged, his first reaction will be to get revenge.

The Moon is in detriment in the sign of Capricorn where it works with the least amount of strength. Those with this natal placement may become ill at ease, showing any kind of emotion, and therefore will tend to repress a lot of issues which, if resolved, could actually lead to greater fulfilment in life.

The Yearly Lunar Path

While it takes the Moon 28 days to orbit the Earth and pas through the twelve signs of the zodiac, it will take the Moon approximately a year for the Full and New Moons to pass through the twelve signs.

The Full and New Moons are important times that can give us increased awareness. They are so powerful, however, that is we are feeling emotionally unbalanced, we should not attempt to meditate during the Full and New Moon. Any wrong moves can cause some rather turbulent experiences.

During the New Moon, the Sun and Moon are in one place in the sky, so a massive concentration of energy is brought forth. This is a good time to initiate new projects and ventures. The period between the New Moon and Full Moon, or waxing phase, is an excellent time for gathering information and making contacts. During the Full Moon the Sun and Moon are at opposite points in the sky. This is a time of peak emotional responsiveness and many things are culminated. From the Full Moon until the next New Moon will be a time of winding things up and retrospection on what has transpired during the past month.

The Lunation Cycle of the Moon

Those born during the New Moon will have their Sun and Moon conjunct, or in the same sign. Because there is a tremendous amount of energy between the Sun and Moon, these people can accomplish a great deal.

Those born during the Waxing Crescent will find that their Moon is one or two signs after their Sun, forming a semisexitle or sextile. These people will find that they have many opportunities for growth, with a great deal of freshness and vitality.

Those born during the First Quarter will find that their Moon is two signs after their Sun, forming a square. These people are likely to find that they have an inner conflict that pushes them into action.

Those born under the Gibbous Moon will find that their Moon is four to five signs after their Sun, forming a trine or quincunx. When the Moon is four signs away, they will likely feel harmony, but when the Moon is five signs away they may feel ill at ease. These people have a desire to contribute to society and can give their all to a cause.

Those born during a Full Moon will have their Moon six signs ahead of the Sun, forming an opposition. These people generally find that everyone around them goes bonkers during the Full Moon. They can have some very serious emotional conflicts that they must work through, but because of this lunar placement, can accomplish a great deal in their lives.

Those born during the Disseminating Moon will find that their Moon is four to five signs behind their Sun. During the disseminating phase, people like to teach others the wisdom they have accumulated during their search for understanding.

Those born during the Third Quarter will have their Moon three signs behind their Sun. While these people must undergo internal conflicts, they have a tendency to internalise the stress they experience.

Those born during the Waning Crescent will have their lunar placement two signs behind their Sun in a complementary element, and are therefore usually in harmony with their basic self.

Those born during the Dark Moon will have a lunar placement one sign behind their Sun. These people tend to be prophetic, visionary types, tuned into the future, but considering themselves to be products of the past. They may be aware of an era in which something greater than themselves is taking place.

Eclipses

A Solar Eclipse occurs approximately every six months, and is very significant when predicting events. The effects of the eclipse last for about six months, and a lot of activity will occur concerning the sign and house of the event until the next one. A Solar Eclipse is a special type of New Moon, so new things will transpire during that time.

A Lunar Eclipse occurs either two weeks before or two weeks after a Solar Eclipse, and is a special type of Full Moon. With a Lunar Eclipse, events concerning the partner will be paramount.

The Prenatal Eclipse is of special significance, and will play an important part in the life of the person. It is the last Solar Eclipse that occurs before our entrance into the Earth plane, or birth, and tells us what areas of our life will be prominent.

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HAPPY FULL MOON EVERYONE!!!

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HAPPY FULL MOON EVERYONE!!!

JJ

Magpie #73 "When It All Goes So Wrong in a Good Way"

2011-07-13T09:33:00.009-04:00

People of Chilmark, Thomas Hart Benton, 1920

Captain: Even the load, adjust the ballast; don't sink the boat! We're listing to the port starboard... for crying out loud! try to balance the daggum load!

First Mate: Oh my Goodness... We're going to sink!

Second Mate: Watch that jib! It just hit me in the head!

Bosun: I got to warsh the decks! Maybe I'll go below deck and scrub there first!

Admiral: Oh good Goodness; not now Bosun!...Captain; remember to keep her two degrees nor-west! Do you need my assistance?

Captain: Yes Sir, but please remember; I am in control of this ship. I am in full command during this blasted Nor-eastern of a perfect storm!

Admiral: That's very Admirable of you Captain! Of course you are! (smiles smuggly)

Captain: Excuse me Sir if I sounded at all harsh back there; it is just that...

Admiral: It's only water under the bridge Capn...you're doing a fine job! And congratulations on your solo, Captain! You'll receive your second strip soon...of this I am certain! Just keep her...(shouting to the crew Holy Jehosaphat...STEADY AS SHE GOES!(mumbles under his breath)

3rd mate: Would you mind taking you hand off my deck or I'll deck you!If you're not more careful next time; I am going to claim sexism when we get to the next port!

First Engineer: You've got to pull in a little tighter! Make an arabesque which
looks like an inverted golden triangle. That's kinda sexy!

Captain: First Engineer; mind your nuts and bolts!

Bosun: Did you say we're in the Bermuda Triangle...where's that? Pass that ball over here for awhile, would yah?

2nd Mate: No way am I giving up this ball...I'm in a contest to see how long I can hold it!

Admiral: Go back to cabin Bosun...I want to have a word with you! What's that monsterous thing between your legs? Oh never mind! It's one of the waterlogged sea nymphs!

Bosun: Am I the cabin boy for the day today Sir? Yes, Sir!May I serve tea today Sir?

Admiral: And take that blessed ball with you!

Third Mate: Hey! That's MY ball!

Captain: I don't really know where we are Bosun...first mate, what's our bearings?

Admiral: I'm going to tell you what I think of that annoying ball! (kicks the ball like a soccer ball over the starboard side). Oh yes, one more thing; everyone and Jim thinking that they'd rather play ball than bail water during a perfect storm will walk that plank. (points to plank that is now missing)

Captain: Who's Jim?

First mate: I think the sextant went overboard, Sir.

Captain; PwShaw! Use the northstar!

Second mate: I can confirm that we are sailing Southwest by South by 3 degrees, Sir.

Captain: How'd you figure that out?

Second mate: The northstar like you told us to Sir!

Captain: Sounds good to me! Do you feel something swirling? I think we are in a whirlpool, darn the torpedoes and the quirky navigational equipment...

Second Engineer: Did you say "quirky navigational equipment" Captain?

Captain: Yes, I did. What do you want to do about it now number two?

Second Engineer: I could try to repair it, Sir?

Captain: (starts laughing hysterically) Go ahead, be my guest!

2nd Engineer: (smirks)

Chief Officer: What's going on here? (rubs eyes, is still in his pj's)

Captain: You haven't noticed the storm?

Chief Officer: No Sir. I apologize; I did have WAY too much rum last evening. I don't...feel...very...well.(starts to dry-heave)

Captain: Are you sure you don't want to be relieved of your duty? Quarters! Report to the nursing station immediately!

Chief Officer: Sir, (looking at Bosun; aside) What did he say...I think I must have hit my head on the head. (to the Captain)I thought the storm was part of my landlubber rubbery sealegs! I haven't been to sea in six months, Sir!

Captain: I do feel for you, Junior Officer, but that's no excuse. I am afraid we cannot use you right now! You are relieved of your duties. Shape up or Ship out!

Third Officer: (appears from the lower decks his head peeking around the corner at the action) Sir, I hope you don't mind if I don't come up right now...(starts to barf)

Captain: Someone drag that dagnabit Third Officer here immediately! Change of plan; (directly to Third Officer) and I don't care if you look like a little green banshee in diapers...get up here, now! You are taking over my position!

Third Officer: (sheepishly) yes Sir?

Captain: You two; quit your bellyaching...we need all hands on deck! I am going below decks to see if there's anymore demon rum left!

Chief Officer: (straightening up but appearing sterling green) Yes Sir! Right away, Sir!

Third Officer: I don't feel very good...(upchucks over the Captain)

Captain: In that case, I suppose all have to stay on my shift for another few minutes or so. (said to himself) The seaspray should warsh this off!

Chip: Sir, you wanted me to fix the mast?

Captain: (angrily) Forget the damn conflagnabit %$#@* mast! She's laying in davy jones locker now...what's the use?!

Chip: Perhaps I could sand the wheel(with nerdish earnestness)

Captain: (wild-eyed look)...For the last time Chipper...Get away from my dang flippin' wheel! And stay far away from me! Take off! (pushes the carpenter out of his way) (Carpenter scrambles below deck).

Admiral: Oh wonderful! Looky what I found! I can see land ho! Wait a moment; I believe it is Chilliwack...no..no wait..it's...(dazed look)...Chilmark?...in Missouri? What the?

Captain: I guess we overshot the mark, Admiral...(smiles sheepishly).

Admiral: Fine job, Capn! Fine job!

jj

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STIMULATING, BRACING AND REGENERATE OUR INTERNAL ORGANS

2011-07-09T11:18:00.004-04:00

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kidneys
STIMULATING, BRACING AND REGENERATE OUR INTERNAL ORGANS
July/06 /'11
by Ezequiel Rodriguez Saldivar

We are currently very few modern human beings that we use

our mental powers with altruistic emotions effectively and

attaining a self successful cure.
Modern medicine always proclaimed our damaged bodies cannot

regenerate it. Our spiritual healers of the past and the

present, however questioned this assertion of science. In

my particular case I have witnessed the so-called

miraculous healings several times. God was the fact that we

gave to each of their children this gift. To regenerate any

body damaged firstly there must exist a stimulation of the

same, then a toning to finally achieves its regeneration.
The Mystics of all parts of the world and all eras always

have known that each organ has own consciousness and group

consciousness. Let's start at the cellular level. Each of

our cells have this dual consciousness: own and group.

Later this same principle applies to our various tissues.

Our auto healing must start by having body consciousness.

Each of our bodies has telepathic functions to be able to

tell us your needs. Yes, this is in fact we must learn to

listen to each of our bodies. It would be a great idea

start today. We will use our left kidney as an example. We

use any illustration of the. And let's go slowly feeling

its outer surface, little by little. Then let's go

travelling inside layer by layer. Let's imagine that our

loving spiritual right hand touches him gently and we are

able to "feel" their telepathic communication. Sometimes we

will see in our consciousness colors, symbols and even

musical notes sometimes sometimes.

FIRST DAY STIMULATION; SECOND DAY TONING AND THIRD DAY

REGENERATION. ERS

jA-lEN jONES~ Somos los buques de la divinidad.

Sí, creo que es un notable está de cuerpo a través de

métodos mediante el sistema de Trinidad; Estimulante,

tonificante, regeneración

Kiwi 6

jj

A SHAMAN’S SACRED CORNER by Ezequiel Rodriguez Saldivar

2011-07-08T22:39:00.003-04:00

A SHAMAN’S SACRED CORNER

STIMULATING, ENERGIZING ANDS REGENERATING OUR INTERNAL ORGANS

by Ezequiel Rodriguez Saldivar

July/06/’11

Currently, there are just very few people who know how to use their mental attributes with the gifts of the altruistic emotions being born from Universal Love; It is this harmonious blending responsible for self-healings.

Modern medicine has always proclaimed that our damaged organs for whatever reasons cannot be regenerated at all! However for centuries spiritual healers have demonstrated otherwise. Regarding personal experiences I’ve been blessed several times being witness of many so called miracle healings. A few of them performed by me; from a spiritual perspective it was God who gave each one of us this am, please allow me to share with you some vital information: each one of our cells has its own private consciousness besides the well known fact that they perform their functions as team work. This same principle applies to our tissues and organs. Our organs use their telepathic attributes to send to our subconscious mind the images, smells, symbols and even musical notes in order to send this information from our subconscious mind into our physical consciousness. Unluckily very few human beings have discovered this fact.

Let me use a simple example of the above explanation. If we wish to find out how well our left kidney is working, then let’s talk to it by asking it some useful questions: dear left kidney I wish to know if you want me to do something to improve your condition. Do you want me to drink much more water? What kind of fruit and what type of vegetables should I eat more often?

My own experience regarding my two kidneys; I suffered from only a 29% instructed the doctors that I should be under dialysis made me angry, so I had to use each piece of vital information to avoid being under dialysis .For six long months I used several approaches; mystical prayers; prayers being born from your inner voice, small speakers at a place where my kidneys were, both hands placed on this particular area, guided relaxation and concentration techniques and so forth. Later on I learned to use ea different day for each step; on day one I visualized my kidneys being awakened; on the second day being gently stimulated by my spiritual hands; on the third day to use our planet negative polarity energy plus the energies from our Universe. I usually finished by imagining that both kidneys assumed the performance of Jesus Chris’s Kidneys!

Ja-Len Jones The hormones need to be stimulated to stay active and alive. I think the HGH (human growth hormone) from the pituitary is vital. And we dont need to take supplements; we have enough JUST NEEDS TO BE ACTIVATED!. As our organs have personifie...d souls within being created entities FROM LONG AGO. Remember Adam's rib? And so we have this separtation in unity. Most divine...thank-you for gracing me with this fine information. Love is always able to perform as this energy is the creative divine energy. ps how did you get the pic so BIG?! wOW! cOOL!

jj

TWO BLESSINGS; OUR KNOWLEDGE AND OUR WISDOM July/06/’11

2011-07-08T21:56:00.004-04:00

TWO BLESSINGS; OUR KNOWLEDGE AND OUR WISDOM July/06/’11
.by Ezequiel Rodríguez Saldívar on Thursday, July 7, 2011 at 12:28pm.TWO BLESSINGS; OUR KNOWLEDGE AND OUR WISDOM

July/06/’11

We spiritual beings having human experiences must be always thankful for counting with two useful tools; our knowledge and our wisdom. Our knowledge is stored in our brain; specifically in our many brain areas. Our brain’s main helpers are our memory and our reasoning powers. Regarding our wisdom it is easily reachable in our mind. On the other hand, our wisdom is active in nature; it’s elastic. It can be projected anywhere in our planet and beyond. The silver thread of our imagination makes it to travel forwards and backwards. .It is located mainly in our spiritual beings. Its main helpers are our imagination and our intuition.

Our knowledge has only one key. It's the key that opens all accumulated man's knowledge. Our wisdom has a key holder with many keys. The main key opens the vaults of the Universal Intelligence, the Universal Love and its soul personality's very interesting biography. Once we start waking on the spiritual path, several insights are experienced about the use of the rest of the keys.

Step by step they will be unveiled as it is required. Here I'm going to change a famous quotation made by our late president John F. Kennedy with his permission.

“Don’t ask what you can do for your soul personality. Ask yourself what your soul personality can do for you"

Cold hard facts have shown us many times that it is when our knowledge is able to find practical applications of it. It changes like a caterpillar into a butterfly. IT BECOMES OUR WISDOM.

So an interesting definition of wisdom would be the following:

“Wisdom is the practical application of our knowledge which benefits many people!”

Our always useful mental processes; memory, reasoning powers, imagination and our reliable intuition under the guidance of a loving mind-heart-soul will always be our magnificent working instruments to be used during our productive loving lives.

Sharing experiences with people involved in spirituality for over thirty years showed a common factor: Possessing a strong desire of self-improvement, which was born from our urgent inner need, when we will find the ways, means and correct inspirations to carry out successfully our main goals. Many years ago to accelerate my self-improvement I came across by the scent of freshly scratched lemon peel blending it with affirmations. Affirmations carried out during my moon in the sign Cancer were repeated each one of them three times and leaving a four second pause as an interval and with a soft musical background made my subconscious mind be easily reached, so the affirmations did their work very effectively.

Let's recall that our subconscious mind doesn't ask questions at all. It is like an obedient genie at the mercy of our commands. This mind is linked to our subjective mind and this mind is responsible for the correct functioning of our memory files, our habits, will power, reasoning powers and creative imagination. The mind being nearer to our inner self is our subconscious mind, in other words it uses our intuition because it is closer to God's messages. So, what kind of actions would be a good idea to follow in order to be successful? It's highly recommended that step by step we try to eliminate most of our bad habits, and as they are removed we will enjoy placing new good habits. I insist my humble discovery regarding using our moon sign to accomplish difficult achievements is indeed an excellent solution.
Ezequiel Rodríguez Saldívar

like this..
Ja-Len Jones pracical application of using behavioural science; (bf skinner) so that the mind is encouraged by a pleasant experience (the lemon) to promote the positive affirmations (what are these) on the moon that best fits with your own particular lunar sign. Bad habits must be rid first via a similar process; except no reward, rather a negatve charge; like tapping? or distracting the habit that is imprinted..could be negative thoughts, or actions or both. Yes I get this! TSee More
17 minutes ago · Like.Ja-Len Jones excellent three-tiered approach!
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AN EFEFCTIVE TECHNIQUE TO MENTALLY TRAVEL FORWARDS AND BACKWARDS USING THE MAGICAL SILVER TREAD OF OUR IMAGINATION by ERS

2011-07-08T12:01:00.005-04:00

Exploring Reincarnation via Various Methodologies
by Ja-Len Jones on Friday, July 8, 2011 at 10:54am.If you are interested in exploring past life regression; to discover certain past lives, reincarnation, teletransportation, etc. Please read a most interesting mystic's FB page Ezequiel Rodriguez Saldivar for further information here;.

AN EFEFCTIVE TECHNIQUE TO MENTALLY TRAVEL FORWARDS AND BACKWARDS USING THE MAGICAL SILVER TREAD OF OUR IMAGINATION
.by Ezequiel Rodríguez Saldívar on Thursday, July 7, 2011 at 12:30pm.AN EFEFCTIVE TECHNIQUE TO MENTALLY TRAVEL FORWARDS AND BACKWARDS USING THE MAGICAL SILVER TREAD OF OUR IMAGINATION

JULY/06/’11

I spent thirty five years doing research to find the best century to be used as a platform which could be used to appreciate our current century and at the same time help recall some scenes from our past lives. Then it was during one of my mediations when associating Marco Polo and Venice with China and the Mongols. All the above was reinforced when just a couple of years ago reading some World History articles I discovered that scholars had agreed thinking in History not as wars, kings, ruler’s but, History being appreciated as important events, the everyday life of people where spiritual beings having human experiences learned a lot to make this world much better; In other words appreciating History as a milestone to appreciate human efforts seen as an every day life from ordinary people. Ordinary people using house whole utensils, their everyday clothing, their money, usually coins, the use of leather, wood, metals, glass and precious stones. It would be interesting also how the knowledge was transmitted; the dark nights, the sky, the sunspots, the sunrises and sunsets. The professions, daily meals, bakeries, butcher shops, domestic animals, wild animals.

Later on I knew I had to choose only a year from this amazing century, so the year 1,222 A.D was chosen. What I discovered later was that every tiny bit of man’s failures, conquests was recorded, so the trick was to find a place on Earth where it would be like possessing a very reliable Time Machine to travel forwards and backwards from this year. A sudden insight was unexpectedly experienced. It was by choosing our current date to the year 1,222 A.D when we got the best results

Our discoveries would be amazingly productive.

For many years I spent many hours inside the King’s Chamber. Why? As soon as I learned that our Lord Jesus Christ had been there I wanted to feel what He felt. Rock, specially granite rock is able to absorb in its molecular structure a lot of mental-spiritual information, so not only Jesus’ divine vibrations, but the vibrations of many other people and perhaps the vibrations of our eternal soul personality when it was inside and expressing in another body. It was indeed a past life personality with a strong physical body. Man or woman it really doesn’t matter at all. What really matters is the experience, the lessons learned back then. The existing Mystery Schools, the Temples, the alchemy, the Universities, books, manuscripts, libraries and above all the WISDOM OF ANCIENT TIMES.

Today I have Shared on my FB Wall this most amazing FB notes re going to 1222 for a starting point to go backwards or forwards in time. Much interest regarding the King's Chamber where both Jesus and Mystic Ezequiel have become one with the vibrations from the centuries contained in the granite rock which contains the molecular vibrations of thought, feelings, wishes and dreams. Granite is a way of recording events; which when we are sensitive to this, can perceive the truth from history.

Last evening I was listening to Dr. Bruce Goldberg on coast to Coast am radio. Dr. Goldberg is a famous hypnotherapist whom primarily conducts past-life regression therapy.

The discussion dealt with the concept of teletransportation; being able to physically, in the flesh transport to various locales in time and space and the actual evidence of this phenomena. Very enlightening...Please read below from the Coast to Coast program early this a.m. (no wonder I am tired today!)Time Travelling all night; no wonder...phew!

"In the latter half, hypnotherapist Dr. Bruce Goldberg talked about teleportation, other dimensions, and astral travel. Teleportation differs from an OBE (out-of-body experience), he said, explaining that in an OBE, the soul leaves the physical body and goes to the astral plane. But in teleportation, "you're going to see the body actually fade away and disappear slowly; nothing else in the environment will be altered," he said. There's an increased energy vibrating around the physical body, a spiraling upwards, and a pop sound at the top of the head, with your perception like you were looking through a keyhole, he continued. More on the process here:

He shared several case histories. In one incident, a woman was ejected from a car, and laying on a road. She used Goldberg's post hypnotic suggestion to teleport herself safely into her living room, and drivers on the road reportedly said they saw her body disappear. An older case from the early 1900s involved two brothers from Bologna, Italy who were said to be able to teleport themselves to various locations around town. To test the boys, a Bishop locked them in their bedroom, and "even with all these precautions the boys disappeared within a few minutes," Goldberg recounted."

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http://www.drbrucegoldberg.com/

jj

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Magpie #72 His Eyes Cried Colours

2011-07-07T09:44:00.005-04:00

His eyes cried colours
dripping from phalo sockets
Brightest blue in the box

His hair screamed crimson red
while his palette afire paled
in comparison; the man to the art

His freckled skin spoke human
Along with the one lopped-ear missing
A more heart-felt man then he; never found

His dream unfolded too
into this undulating unity
under his foot the earth touched the spiral skies

His Twirling energy swirling
his musk a fragrance in the field
into a world unknown to become; the dream

His art; His craft; His life raft
this shaman-priest mish~mash~maker
Alchemy's well-oiled magician

His Life; our gift
after death after post impressionism
lives this artist as dream~wish~maker

Please find him alive again
under the corn fields where he laid
down his brushes to take up the cross

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid for the artistic prompt for the greatest painter that ever lived; Vincent Van Gogh!

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Magpie #71 Fly Free

2011-07-01T10:27:00.007-04:00

Endeavor, Lino Tagliapietra, Columbus Museum of Art

What the earth
Unbound
The sky
Unwound
Her elemental colours
Unfurled
Her new colourful banner wings

High into the air
She could Fly Free
Gaia's topsy-turvy gyrations
Keep proximity grounded
Gravity soon free fall away
always
To Capture
distant patterns of the lost echo
of a thousand flapping flags
winging it

all the while
a lone lonely bird
encircled our encampment thrice
then flew wildly past
a fury of frantic frenzy
to the opening to the north

and all those below
whose names were called to come
were bound on this home bound train
to find the Great Beyond
always right here
and now
Fly Free!

jj

HAPPY CANADA DAY JULY 1ST AND HAPPY JULY 4TH USA!!!

Thank-you Tess Kincaid for the most amazing photo prompt from Magpie Tales http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

GAME TIME!!!IT'S THE "You Follow Me I'll Follow You" Blogger Game!

2011-06-25T11:43:00.005-04:00

Hey! All of You! Out there in Bloggyland!

Let's play a game! I will start a sentence and you add a sentence; then add me to your Follow List and then I'll add you to my Follow List (unless I cannot for some techy-glitchy reason).

Simple eh? Ok? OK!!! Here goes; for the fun times!

If I Follow You and You Follow Me who is Following them?

(now you contribute the next sentence please!

Let's try to get into the Guiness World Records or some lost blog archive!)

CHICCOREAL SAYS Join Me On This Magical Journey to the Mystic Moon" Master Class is now IN SESSION

2011-06-23T13:16:00.010-04:00

THE FOUR CLEANSING ELEMENTS AND THE LONG POSITIVE POLARITY MOON’S CYCLES
.by Ezequiel Rodríguez Saldívar on Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 10:54pm.THE FOUR CLEANSING ELEMENTS AND THE LONG POSITIVE POLARITY MOON’S CYCLES

JUNE/13/’11

Ancient and modern mystics have always used the long positive polarities of our moon to achieve difficult mental/spiritual goals. It was after many centuries when they discovered how to use the attributes of the four elements as effective tools for their self-development. Observing the different moon phases they were able to discover which moon phase corresponded to a different element. They found out the following:

As a moon phase starts also a long negative polarity cycle starts lasting for three days and a half. Here negative means passive not active. They discovered that some very important actions were easily carried out during the long positive polarity cycles; for example taking home remedies, memorizing complex instruction, intentional thinking and meeting successfully much more demanding exercises; both mental and physical.

Their findings cast this: Three days and a half before any new moon; during the long positive polarity the element FIRE must be used. Before a first quarter moon WATER is the element to be used; the element EARTH during any full moon. The last quarter moon is the best period to use the element AIR using all its attributes and advantages.

The FIRE element essence is of a very powerful spiritual nature. It gives us tremendous physical energy, strength and vital powers. Its vital characteristics are liveliness, energy, ardor, enthusiasm, courage and action. We must bath our integral self in this element when we really wish to eliminate unwanted bad emotions in us. Using a lit candle is a wonderful idea to attract this element. Before any new moon we can use the moon’s long polarity to invoke the fire element. During these three days we become true warriors. We demonstrate courage, fortitude, zeal and pugnacity. The mental and moral strength enables us to venture into unknown waters and to persevere and withstand danger. Mettle, resolution, and tenacity are attracted to our spiritual strength, so a lot of difficult tasks can be faced first and then conquered.

The WATER element was first used by mystics then by priests when they were able to create Holy Water in their rituals. The Water element attracts benevolence, so during these three days and a half we must add this positive emotion to our thoughts and actions; charitable deeds plus a kindly disposition to promote goodwill are easily attainable. This element makes us cooperative, companionable, hospitable and social human beings. It is during this cycle when we can aid the sick and the unfortunate just as they would for one’s of own family, and most often ask nothing in return.

The EARTH element allows us to sell at an excellent price our goods or services offered. During this cycle we indeed enjoy food and drink. Nice surroundings, good music, the feel of quality materials, the smell and taste of good foods and financial security are the conditions required for an emotionally happy Earth element. I have a twenty year long experience working in restaurants and it is during this cycle when we, food vendors can sell anything! By magnetizing a small stone we can use it to attract every single mineral from our Universe!

Our next element to be used during the three days and a half before any last quarter moon is the AIR element. This sacred element makes us behave like ancient priests. They actively acquired knowledge through experience, education and association. In ancient times, the only educated people were either priests, royalty or those who took it upon themselves to acquire knowledge (seers). During this wonderful time our minds become well-oriented enable us to posses an expanding philosophical curiosity.

Another useful discovery was that from a new moon to a full moon it is an excellent time stimulating our psychic centers; our inner strength must be enhanced. From midnight to four A.M highly spiritual formulas can be easily channeled. Spiritual contacts with Cosmic Masters must be sought during these wonderful fourteen days. From any full moon to any new moon should be dedicated to our physical body. During these fourteen days doing exercise is easier. For four years I dedicated four journals to confirm such mystic findings; I has two journals for each year: one from a new moon to a full moon and the other from a full moon to a new moon.

With immense gratitude your spiritual brother:

Ezequiel Rodríguez Saldívar

Ja-Len Jones Power lesson re; The Moon Phases! This totally makes sense! Wish I knew this years ago. I am going to try this! Thanks!
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Emily Dickinson "To venerate the simple days" 57/1175

2011-06-21T10:42:00.005-04:00

To venerate the simple days by Emily Dickinson

To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

Yes this poem is a little "preachy" but evidently Emily felt this need to describe her feelings.

In "To venerate the simple days" Emily does not include her trademark imagery of birds, flowers or bees, or her allegorical anthems either. Although "days", "mortality" and "seasons" do repeat often in her work.

Here, Emily is right-on-the-money; driving home her home run stress on the importance of knowing life is fleeting and in need to be enjoyed in the moment; as it occurs; one "simple day" at a time!
Life is a "trifle". It is mortal. It ends. Enough said! We "venerate" or honor "the simple days". It is the same "simple days" seemingly so innocuous that one day will "lead" us by and by to the same "termed" fact of "mortality". This fact of life dwells in Emily's heart, knowing full well her own "mortality".

Emily gives us, with a flowery profusions of fresh poetic flowers, a retraction of mortality. Her words, defy "mortality" defines her poetry as the life she imbued into her art continues to communicate her soul to live on and on!

Chiccoreal considers "To venerate the simple days" in 'an off-shoot' poem"

"A Journey of Days"

Honor the Simple days
worship the flowers underfoot
take a moment to smell the roses
appreciate the minutiae
slow down time
for a quickening is upon us
when evening comes
hopes to find us luminous
as when we had begun
upon this journey of days

each minute by minute
second by second
the heartbeat pounds
the knock upon the door
That which gives life to each breath
when only our mortality remains
each day a wave
breaching beyond the point
of no return
on that far shore

jj

Magpie #70 Bargain Basement Priced

2011-06-20T22:23:00.002-04:00

she knew
all the finest
Princeton's elite
would be there
with their penchant
for shiny things
swing shift crew
with strappy new shoes
art deco divas
dream-sicle suited
in Speak Easy dives
tripping
the light
fantastic

into this fast world
the city birthed her
yet she hardly knew
herself with her bobbed-hair
and pouty full lips
yet she did know
all those who thought
they owned a piece of her soul

life would return to her one day
turn around
spin her on her toes
pirouette her around the room
like a Russian princess
this being of lightedness
feather from heaven
never to touch the ground

she held her own
though the weight of it all
would bring her down
she would crash

Appearing ever-so pensive
she'd edge herself closer
to those that meant much
closer to those peopled places
known as the local hang out
with stellar stars all atwirl
flapping in the wind
The Charleston
all society's finest were there
the who's who registry
while they were always busy
like bees in a hive
making small talk lively
making merry chit-chat
making out bigtime mainly
punchbowl talk
would rock her world

she'd sit pretty tonight
choose to ignore the wag
apply her lipstick seductively
she'd listen to the jazz singer
return of investment
never a sure thing

with lapsed attention
she'd feign affection
her many suitors held court
tall the boring conversations
she'd sit motionless
catatonic
while the others
continued to rule the roost
drop names
bandy about
ripe gossip from brandy

At the Speak Easy
Not always that easy
or all what it seemed
to speak quietly
hushed tones
heard on the street
loose change
time for a change
to stay well-connected
the insiders tip
a trick actually
for with all the ruckus goin' on
and the tills kept ringing
she did not care to be there
to question the quality
of the booze she partook

the smokey cigar-filled air
stale and cheap as the bathtub gin
or malt whisky liquor
rum runners with bleary-eyes
persons who's patent ideas for pleasure
all fast Freddie types
in their Model "T's" looked too good
on drunken drives risque boys
gambled with their lives
as all too soon the flame extinguished
consumed by a consumate fire of desire
now all these souls mere shadows
down hallowed halls
on hallowed walls
these hollowed souls; soon peerless

the twenties found them
and she returned in effigy
her fine form
framed again
for the very last time

embraced by a new generation
all who knew her then said
we should have known
what we know now
that one day
we will be
bargain basement priced
"the whole lot for $1.99"

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the inspirational beauty (Zelda? Daisy?) who reminds us to write like F. Scott Fitzgerald on a honeymoon! Or read a book like The Great Gatsby if you think my poem flaps!
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/06/mag-70.html

Emily Dickinson "If I should cease to bring a Rose" 56/1775

2011-06-18T17:23:00.005-04:00

If I should cease to bring a Rose by Emily Dickinson 56/1775

If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
'Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away —
If I should cease to take the names
My buds commemorate —
'Twill be because Death's finger
Claps my murmuring lip!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/If_I_should_cease_to_bring_a_Rose

Emily is quite surreal in this allegorical poem. As to her quest to use the word "'Twill" which I am certain is similar to "'Tis". A colloquial term used in certain earnestness during Emily's time.

The "festal day" being? The Day of Death? Or someone's death day? Remembrance at the cemetery where Emily places a single rose on the tomb/plot of her loved ones praying for them to come home to where Spirit fully lives alive and well.

When Emily is "called away" which means she is absolutely no longer able to continue the living memorial because she is no longer existing aka she is facing certain death herself and can no longer be the heroine. But only for a time; 'twill death can no longer touch body parts like "lips". Spiritual "lips"? Ghost "lips"? Wonders what spiritual "lips" look like...and "murmuring" at that. Don't there is much life left in "murmuring" lips. Notice Emily does not say "praying" lips. Murmuring. Hmmm...

'Twill because death's finger
Claps my murmuring lips

This seems to be the only reason as to why someone else's death commemoration would be cancelled for the "festal" time. "Festal" being to Emily a time of great Rebirth of Spiritual gifts as death is a natural progression to the life everlasting.

It would only be "death's finger" holding her back from performing her sworn duty to her "buds" or leaving her "buds" roses that have failed to fully open; also a symbol of the premature death of many of her friends and family.

If I should cease to take the names

What is interesting here is the idea of "to take the names" rather than say the names as one would do when one is living and saying a prayer over a beloved's gravesite. Emily is taking the names of her beloved to the throne room in Heaven upon her death. It is her will to do so, it 'Twill be done...come death's nasty finger holding her prayerful lips or not. Death does seem quite evil here! Yet Death too, undoubtedly 'Twill not stop Emily!

Very macabre, yet brave of dear sweet Emily battling Death with great awe-inspiring spiritual strength from within her tiny being and faith in her belief-system whatever brand of Christian esoterica that may be.

Chiccoreal Ponders Emily's poem "If I should cease to bring a rose"

Await green light
nascent buds
friends awaiting an invitation
once prayers for sinners is said
and standing in the gap
is Emily
praying for all friends
to arise
to awaken to the new day
to rise up from ashen slumber
where time and space has placed

Death no longer has a weapon
we fear not the murky depths
save
for
death staying around
nor reaping benefit elsewheres
Death may take away briefly
My bud's festivus
or Festal Day
The Grand and Glorious Day
Of New Beginnings in the
New Heaven and New Earth

Death be assured
you can only have this revenge
if you can pry this bud's death grip
if you can loosen my unflinching grip
pry my cold dead fingers
from around the cold and prickly stem
a drop of blood trickles down
to touch the ground

from Death's icy grip
where is the remedy?
Oh gripe again!
That nasty Death-knell
Will never let me loose
yet i can never lose
now that I see the gates
Opening up to let us in
Spirit now
be ever viligant Virgil
as Death wants to mob rule
use fear-mongering as a tool
Life will Always be the winner
dear spirit spright
always to be the winner
of our lives of love
Give Death the boot
kick Death back to the pit

Death to Death!
a complete submission
no remission
Death's once owned our souls
not too long ago
now so far gone these deadly ways
to Hades sealed with 7 seals
and the 7 deadly sins
and long dead 4 horses and men of
The Cryptic Apocalptic Curse;
the curse of sin long
forgotten in the sea forgetfulness
Life Now Has Victory Over Death!!!

jj

Emily Dickinson "By Chilvaries as tiny"

2011-06-18T16:07:00.005-04:00

By Chivalries as tiny, by Emily Dickinson

By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted —
Which blossom in the dark.

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/By_Chivalries_as_tiny,

Books "blossom" the mind and thus make one smile! Yes, indeed Miss Emily!

Chiccoreal's Take on "By Chilvaries as tiny" by Emily Dickenson

Please Sweet Knight
Depart not
but leave a thing
a simple gift
upon my shelf
be that of Saving Grace
Sire is A Book worth reading
A Rose in Full Bloom
Blossom Forth
to gently push open
the Door of Memory's Daughter
For Wisdom's Sake

jj
keep on Smiling!

'If I should die" by Emily Dickinson 54/1775

2011-06-18T15:19:00.003-04:00

If I should die, by Emily Dickinson
54

If I should die,
And you should live —
And time should gurgle on —
And morn should beam —
And noon should burn —
As it has usual done —
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go —
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie —
That Commerce will continue —
And Trades as briskly fly —
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene —
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/If_I_should_die,

"If I should die" By Emily Dickinson

Emily's Last Testament, here departure from life to life; to spirit life. She has no worries as to what is happening to her, in fact quite relishes the

"One might depart an option" (should this not read;

An option? To die? I am not sure that one would choose to die unless they were certain that the afterlife would be much better. Perhaps a reference to the next sentence; "of Enterprise below" meaning the earth continues turning and making merry!

"As it has usual done"

Would that not read; "as it has 'usually' done"?

The modern triple end-word sentences which stand out as per their placement in the poem does seem to be an almost construct in this concept; "beam" "burn" "done". As there is a clue here, as Emily also seems very modern when using the two end words of the second and third sentence reading "live" "on" a clue in the last words here."die" only seems to be a word which transports one to a new life and to think that Life will "Live" "On"! The conventions of the times perhaps did not allow her to continue in the same modern vein as the prose does turn back into her usual images, "We Will with Daisies" as in 'pushing up daisies'. There is a certainty that Emily knows the facts of life and death. She is satisfied knowing this for her friend;

and you should live

The appearance of Emily's birds and bees a pleasant feature in this death day "die". As well as "Daisies" and "gentlemen so sprightly" are these the previous poem's "men"? half men half angel or wholly men? They are "sprightly" so they are spirit men I believe; perhaps angels!

conduct the pleasing scene

Is Emily watching as she imagines what the world would look like after her soul has departed this world?

There is much hope for nature if this is the case!

jj

Chiccoreal's "If I should die" again!

If I should die
another day again!
What continues now
when once was then
and hence
it is not of now
this momentary glimpse
as fast as lightening peels onions
and thunder roars lions
flight of the bumblebee humms loudly
a short quickening home to centre
to the upper reaches
to the tallest branches
that which our light has seen
as light bodies now fully dispatch
as light bodies now fully absorb
as light bodies now fully embody now
as we looked happily down upon
the world once known now
how quaintly so
so slowly turning
going on and on
day after day
until that day
when one is whisked away
making haste not to waste
a single drop of this precious life

when all the Commerce
when all the Enterprise
when all the Trades
make hay under the sunshine
Robin fly away
out of sight
out of our mind
to spirit flow
and all is as it should be
as this is the nature of the beehive
continue to awaken infinitude
until infinitude is breached by
the far shore beach
the luminous night
light of being
zips light of a higher vibrational tone
fully filled Spirit Source of Joyous Love
Living has a new feel
to feel with these new old feelings
like old new clothes
mixed in the clouds
surround us comfort us
give us these days
as if one big day
new screen unfolds
new scene displays
This Glory Day Banner
renew my soul
Harken me back
to my forever at home
jj

Emily Dickinson "Taken from men — this morning —" 52/1775

2011-06-18T14:33:00.003-04:00

Taken from men — this morning — by Emily Dickinson

Taken from men — this morning —
Carried by men today —
Met by the Gods with banners —
Who marshaled her away —

One little maid — from playmates —
One little mind from school —
There must be guests in Eden —
All the rooms are full —

Far — as the East from Even —
Dim — as the border star —
Courtiers quaint, in Kingdoms
Our departed are.

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Taken_from_men_%E2%80%94_this_morning_%E2%80%94

Emily is undoubtedly talking about the death of a young female child.

A common hard fact of life and daily occurrence during the Victoria days. So much so that Emily expands upon this fact;

All the rooms are full —

Notice how Emily discussed "men" "taken" and "carried". Men of heaven and earth. The men being an interesting way of suggesting the way it must have seemed to Emily. The pallbearers being men and angels being men.

"Gods" are apparently not described as men by Emily which I find extremely interesting. "Gods" is also interesting here as it is a departure from pure Ancient Grecian fantasy of the Epic novel studied at Amherst.

Emily's fantasy foray is for this readership to this point 53/1775 critical in her direct approach to using actual life events mixed with her studies especially the Ancient Greek poem, etc. It is a departure for Emily to discuss "Gods" especially if there is a capital "G". Is Emily angry at the Big G? For the many deaths she had to endure, or does she blame "men" for there role in this grand design of unknown origin?

Maybe someone called this little dead girl "one little maid" in parting, and this had a traumatic effect on Emily. As I can imagine that using the word "Gods" with a capital G would be severely frowned upon in uptight Victorian culture.
"one little mind from school" How many little girls had the opportunity to go to school and become as important as the "men" in this poem. Those who are so responsible as to not know the origin of the unknown? Emily seems biting here.

"There must be guests in Eden"

Here and in the next stanza "Eden" "Even" "East" is used to describe an alliteration of the mystical kind. Is "Even" reference to the Evening Star (Christ) in the "East" which is where heaven or "Eden" (The Garden of Eden) now resides?

"Dim as the border star"

Who is awaiting at the border? The little dead girl or "one little maiden"? Why is it dim? Is earth's spirituality "dim"? Is this what Emily is suggesting by way of poetic license?

Now the dead are "Courtiers Quaint", "in Kingdoms" "Our departed are"
It seems that the dead become part of the court or "Courtiers" of heaven "Eden".
Why they are "Quaint" maybe a sarcastic attack on the handling of this little dead girl and her once lively "mind". Quaint may be like saying "cute" in a sarcastic and sardonic way today.

"Our departed are" now living in some capacity "in Kingdoms" of heaven, indeed Eden maybe a lower heaven to Emily, as Heaven is segmented into levels arranged for spiritual attainment, the priest, etc; (144,000?).

No longer a men-matter event now that this one "little maid" (wouldn't she be a maiden?) This is also an anomaly; and I find this poem questioning, if not somewhat disturbing a thought-process.

Chiccoreal's Take on "Taken From Men This Morning"

Bright Morning Star
A light has grown Dim
Where little lights go
dressed as old Maids
where only the dead go now
Men! What a task left
to bury the life once rose
to the morning sun
When only Maidens
the youthful blush of life
as quick as the rose
Harken back
the Heralding of Angels
A quick sinner's prayer
and Enter the Kingdom of Heaven
Open The Gates For All for see
Eden's back and call

jj

Emily Dickinson Returns! A Poem A Day Continues 52/1775

2011-06-18T13:12:00.004-04:00

thanks mb for photo prompt
Whether my bark went down at sea — by Emily Dickinson

Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails ;

By what mystic mooring
She is held to-day, —
This is the errand of the eye
Out upon the bay.

After Comments by Chiccoreal

A very lyric poem of a visionary boat by a transcendental mystic. Also throughtly modern!

Miss Emily em"barks" with much imagination a scene of such personal tragedy and levity; the dictomy whimsical as it is her boat;

"my bark"

Emily may be describing a bobbing bark which she has found and is espousing upon with her vivid imagination. Again we are impressed to yet another one of Emily's witty puns. "Bark" being both the bark of a wooden ship as well as evoking the term to embark upon a journey. The journey being an invisible journey of the imaginary kind.

As Emily's imagination suggests that the boat "bark" may have met with fate of two various kinds. One being a "gale" or that of being met to "isles enchanted".

Emily leaves us guessing in the first stanza. "Whether" also conjures the homonym "weather" and the very crucial importance of weather at sea. The "weather" always being "if-y", and unsure thing, and a sailor is constantly on watch for good or bad weather. The journey (life) can be pleasant or unpleasant just as the weather can flip like a coin at a moment's notice. One must be prepared spiritually at a moment's notice as well.

"She bent her docile sail" suggest a foment of meaning to Emily; undoubtly having personal connotations. Possibly meaning Emily has relented to the nature of the tide, of life's storms, "whether" good or bad, etc. "Bent" being also suggestive of having to succumb to the physical hardships of the material world. Emily feels she must become "docile" because the storms are often larger than life and beyond human control.

"By what mystic mooring" reference is indicative of a Chrisitan-themed imagery. The Christian mystic image of a boat, references Christ miracles on the Dead Sea, his walking on the water, and in particular the calming of the storm with the apostles in tow; witnesses to Jesus' miracles

For Emily knows that it is wise and advisable to place trust in one's faith, not to place too much concern or worry about the storms of life; they will always be present.

"She is held to-day" reflects how the imagery has effected her physically this image of the ghost ship of the mind's imagination.

As Emily is describing this ghost ship, one which is holds a "mystic mooring" so that "an errand of the eye" makes it appear as if by mystical magic. Emily again, uses a pun in "errand" meaning the eye travels.

There is a very important job to perform; that is to seek that which is unseen as well as the punned word being, possibly, "errant" of the eye, which would make more sense, as the "fooling the eye" or "trompe l'oiel" is very much in the mind's eye of the Victorian mind-set who did employ amply this treatment of using imagination in art, architecture, etc. Here Emily uses verbal "trompe l'oeil" for a simple, and brilliant effect!

Chiccoreal's Take On "Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea"

To see the trees
Bobbing there
One little piece of wood
A dog barking in the park
Drifting off to sleep
Don't fear the too Deep
Far beyond the Great Beyond
This Ship of Fools
Never sinks
It Is not waterlogged
It is shipworthy
all these years
for prime time
employment
for the enjoyment
of the imagination
tugs of the heart string
pull her into shore
As Muse of Imagination
Emily's there!
She'll Always Inspire
on the Far Shore

jj

Magpie #69 Spirit Shell HAIKU

2011-06-18T08:47:00.004-04:00

Spirit Shell

Spirit Within us
Uncover seashore-worn forms
She'll always spiral

Chiccoreal's 3 Haikus + Original "Paint"

2011-06-06T11:41:00.002-04:00

hike along the highest ridge
touch base with the edge of space
Do Walking Clouds Mist?

Meandering Wanderling
Streams' flow; twist and turn
Find Source where you are

Coo Coo Coo Lonely Sad Sound
Mourning Dove who cries
Where is the one you have loved?

jj

Magpie Tales #68 "Good Ol' One Eye"

2011-06-06T08:43:00.009-04:00

One eye spied
One eye spied
from high above
a lofty cushioned perch
Rolling around beside itself
watching life undulating
from afar shore
the wild slide ride
Oops an eyeball pop!
drawer full of pop's peepers
ol' popped out eyeballs
Good Ol' One eye
don't leave me; love me
"Sakes alive..."
critical cortical stem fired
Logic assumed
"You're fired..."
"You're not the image you've resumed"
"You're only pretending
to be the real Eye, Aye, I!!!"
flustered flattened
a bloated fattened cow
Now prehensively intrusive
An Andalusian pretense

Definitely apprehension
applied arts adhesive
gut-wrenchingly personal
like a touch of Eclampsia
hand shook the wiggly jiggly
eyeball hardened
stiffened somewhat
afraid of all that mush

a super ball hardball
"Play ball!"
stalwartly silent
distended, distorted
rightful, fearful
billowing moot smoke
overshot the moon

visual stimuli stimulating
socket less socket wrench world
AC/DC plug n play light forms
snake slits alive eyeball man!
fade to luminous dark
heard deep to mind
"don't forget to
leave the light on..."
"Oh Yes, Oh yes, Good Ol'
One Eye...yes,
Golden Boy
Eye will
Eye promise Eye will
Eye will
'Cause Eye've got a
Good Ol' Good Ol' Good Ol'
One Eye Open
lucky eyeball too!"

jj

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Deadly New E-Coli Strain is SMOTE by Magnetic E-Pulsing FROM GOD

2011-06-02T10:20:00.006-04:00

Does the spring "awaken" these new bacterias/viruses, etc

(eg 1918 Spanish Flu Epidemic) etc because of the certain

energy from the sun at certain times of year? Also, could

these bacterias/viruses be made dormant again via same

magnetic manipulation via man-made synthetic or natural

magnetic therapy? If the switch can be turned "on" to allow

viruses/bacteria to activate than it can, in turn, be turned

"off". As we are all linked on the subatomic level via the

sun's active magnetic initiation of intense magnetic pulsing

activity at various frequency of vibration and/or spectrum-array

eg Solar Flares, etc.

Noticing the spring and fall

cycle solar-magnetic activity which could be turned off

magnetically. Perhaps through the same or artificial

magnetic impulse via the Cern Particle Accelerator to de-

accelerator or de-activate the intense Universal/Multiverse magnetic

impulsing from our PULSAR SUN to produce anti-magnetic or

correct the magnetic of the biological type of proactive

and prophaltic-type therapy?

As humans who are definitely

smarter than viruses/bacteria etc but maybe not at the

atomic level YET powerful ENOUGH

TO GET GOD TO SMOTE E-COLI. PRAYER WORKS!

AS we need to know how these energetic

life forms were formed eons ago.

Need to know how these

intense magnetic effect us the biologic-magnetic on the

sub-atomic level and how we can tweak these magnetic

energies to successfuly manage these intense magnetic

pulses from our sun and perhaps the Galatic Centre
(which may be positoned DIRECTLY IN THE CENTRE OF SUN as all begins there with lines going back to the big bang as we travel outward into deep space further from the Galatic core) and further into reaches beyond? jj

from Yahoo News today!

LONDON - The World Health Organization said

Thursday that the E. coli bacteria responsible for a deadly

outbreak that has left 18 dead and sickened hundreds in

Europe is a new strain that has never been seen before.

Preliminary genetic sequencing suggests the strain is a

mutant form of two different E. coli bacteria, with

aggressive genes that could explain why the Europe-wide

outbreak appears to be so massive and dangerous, the agency

said.

Hilde Kruse, a food safety expert at the WHO, told The

Associated Press that "this is a unique strain that has

never been isolated from patients before."

She added that the new strain has "various characteristics

that make it more virulent and toxin-producing" than the

hundreds of E. coli strains that people naturally carry in

their intestines.

So far, the mutant E. coli strain has sickened more than

1,500 people, including 470 who have developed a rare

kidney failure complication, and killed 18, including one

overnight in Germany, the country hit hardest by the

outbreak.

Researchers have been unable to pinpoint the cause of the

illness, which has hit at least nine European countries,

and prompted Russia on Thursday to extend a ban on

vegetables to the entire European Union.

Kruse said it's not uncommon for bacteria to continually

mutate, evolving and swapping genes. "There's a lot of

mobility in the microbial world," she said. Kruse said it

was difficult to explain where the new strain came from but

said strains of bacteria from both humans and animals

easily trade genes, similar to how animal viruses like

Ebola sometimes jump into humans.

"One should think of an animal source," Kruse said. "Many

animals are hosts of various types of toxin-producing E.

coli." Some scientists suspect the deadly E. coli might

have originated in contaminated manure used to fertilize

vegetables.

Previous E. coli outbreaks have mainly hit children and the

elderly, but the European outbreak is disproportionately

affecting adults, especially women. Kruse said there might

be something particular about the bacteria strain that

makes it more dangerous for adults.

But she cautioned that since people with milder cases

probably aren't seeking medical help, officials don't know

just how big the outbreak is. "It's hard to say how

virulent (this new E. coli strain) is because we just don't

know the real number of people affected."

Nearly all the sick people either live in Germany or

recently travelled there. Two people who were sickened are

now in the United States, and both had recently travelled

to Hamburg, Germany, where many of the infections occurred.

British officials announced four new cases, including three

Britons who recently visited Germany and a German person on

holiday in England.

German officials have warned people not to eat lettuce,

tomatoes and cucumbers. To avoid foodborne illnesses, WHO

recommends people wash their hands before eating or cooking

food, separating raw and cooked meat from other foods,

thoroughly cooking food, and washing fruits and vegetables,

especially if eaten raw. Experts also recommend peeling raw

fruits and vegetables if possible.

Fearful of the outbreak spreading into Russia, the country

on Thursday extended its ban on vegetable imports to all of

the EU. Russia had banned fresh imports from Spain and

Germany on Monday.

The United Arab Emirates issued a temporary ban on

cucumbers from Spain, Germany, Denmark and the Netherlands.

State news agency WAM said the Gulf nation's Minister of

Environment and Water issued the order based on information

"from international food safety agencies and news reports."

Lyubov Voropayeva, spokeswoman for the Russian Agency for

the Supervision of Consumer Rights, told the AP the Russian

ban has been imposed immediately and indefinitely.

The agency's chief Gennady Onishchenko told Russian news

agencies that this "unpopular measure" would be in place

until European officials inform Moscow of the cause of the

disease and how it is being spread.

"How many more lives of European citizens does it take for

European officials to tackle this problem?" he told the

state-owned RIA Novosti news agency.

No fatalities or infections have yet been reported in

Russia.

The European Union argued the Russian ban was

disproportionate. Frederic Vincent, a spokesman for the

EU's Health and Consumer Policy Commissioner John Dalli,

said Thursday that the European Commission would write to

Russia to demand further clarification of the ban.

Meanwhile, Spain's prime minister slammed the European

Commission and Germany for singling out the country's

produce as a possible source of the outbreak, and said the

government would demand explanations and reparations.

Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero told Spanish National Radio

that the German federal government was ultimately

responsible for the allegations, adding that Spain would

seek "conclusive explanations and sufficient reparations."

The outbreak is already considered the third-largest

involving E. coli in recent world history, and it may be

the deadliest. Twelve people died in a 1996 Japanese

outbreak that reportedly sickened more than 9,000, and

seven died in a 2000 Canadian outbreak.

______

Vasilyeva contributed to this story from Moscow. Associated

Press writers Kirsten Grieshaber in Berlin, Gabriele

Steinhauser in Brussels, Ciaran Giles in Madrid and Adam

Schreck in Dubai contributed to this report.
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2011-06-01T21:32:00.005-04:00

Sticky mass of southwest heat
as woodwind blows cool
surrendering sweat offer

Cardinal trails Azure Sky
Short walk on Long Point
Frogs please show your green faces

pungent lilac breezes call
come out of your hut
take a walk on the wild side

dog too hot to be top dog
lap dog too snoop dog
Zoe finds her shadow niche

clouds form anthropomorphic
shapes from nothingness
become some kind animal

new leaves blow sound full echoes
through June First new breeze
renewed passion-fresh slice

examine the fullness of heart
with each new moon phase
write your intent on the soul

June Sun shone hot this a.m.
yellow smiley face
toothy grin too hot summer

turtles splash when walking past
my shadow tails them
anxious to leave before I do

Great Lakes lapping shoreline
waves bye-bye sea blues
remembers the day we wed

Core Lawn Ashram Yoga
Bend Stretch Dragon Breath
Hips over head walk through the sun

Lilacs found by way of smell
deep within the woods
Where Old Homestead must have been

Placed flowers on the old rock
hoping you'd find them
overheard overhead "wish"

dream of things that cannot be
please dare ask why not
dream your own reality

heal yourself by finding your own
Circadian Clock
Cicada's hot drone sounds well

Forever long takes to wait
life slowly pans by
I AM taking life's picture

Have you tackled your tackle?
fishing gear gone fishy?
the one that got away; back?

on anything other than
unmentionable
we dont stay mum for long

as one waits and waits and waits
droll dreary draggy
be more fun watching grass grow

I was born a rumbling' mam
do in' the best I can
try in' to make a livin'

six words to plagiarism?
often you don't say
five word never say never

lazy day nothing doing
bored no axe to ground
fired all dud weapons dude

Here In Vortex Triangles
focused telescope
background zooms into foreground

Dream diet states eat whenever
bust fat or do not
Eat whatever you want friend

Love unconditionally
Non conditional
Odd Commodity Love Is!

Spirit Walkers Find Clouds Fun
Hopping and Hoping
Dreams Float by on Endless Sky

Gold Market Strikes Soar
Stinking Fear of Denial
When Crash comes to Cash Crunch

Nature Breeds those Waxen'd Wings
Overheard Wires
Pass Over Kamikaze

Plants don't plant themselves Says Bill
It takes a village
enjoy fruits this labour day

Vacation a must says stats
Take two weeks off please
kick back get better lifetime

jj

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