Fall upon the earth and embrace her just as a wounded child clings to it's mother. Reconnect with the heartbeat you knew to be your own when you were in it's womb. All the kings horses and all the kings men have set out for you to never know your mother again. The seed has been genetically modified, the air and soil radiated, and the water poisoned by the devil. The devil has many names: corporation, government, clergy, fear; the list is seemingly endless. You will recognize the devil by it's feverish hacking of your umbilical cord, striving to sever you from the source. Once separated, you have capitulated to the devil and become property of the machine. Revolt against the kings of the world and rescue your inner knowing. Be the connected spirit you are.04 September 2011
King of the World
Fall upon the earth and embrace her just as a wounded child clings to it's mother. Reconnect with the heartbeat you knew to be your own when you were in it's womb. All the kings horses and all the kings men have set out for you to never know your mother again. The seed has been genetically modified, the air and soil radiated, and the water poisoned by the devil. The devil has many names: corporation, government, clergy, fear; the list is seemingly endless. You will recognize the devil by it's feverish hacking of your umbilical cord, striving to sever you from the source. Once separated, you have capitulated to the devil and become property of the machine. Revolt against the kings of the world and rescue your inner knowing. Be the connected spirit you are.
03 April 2011
Sata
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The Osiris Ani, whose word is truth, saith:- I am the serpent Sata whose years are infinite. I lie down dead. I am born daily. I am the serpent Sa-en-ta, the dweller in the uttermost parts of the earth. I lie down in death. I am born, I become new, I renew my youth every day.
11 February 2011
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24 December 2009
Toys
When I was a child, Mr. Benny was my sleeping partner. He slept under the covers at my feet. I pulled my knees up to my chest to slumber for touching the grumpy rabbit with my toes resulted in a sharp nibble. I found great comfort in being miserable.Recently while walking through my neighborhood, I came upon a unrealized rabbit. I imagined there was a time when this rabbit was unsoiled and proudly waited on a store shelf for adoption by the love of a child. As I contemplated the face down rabbit, the winter breeze delivered Skin Horse's whisper, "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real."
My ipod randomly selected "River" by Joni Mitchell from her "Blue" album. "It's coming on Christmas, They're cutting down trees, They're putting up reindeer..."
19 August 2009
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14 March 2009
Civilization
Art is evidence of civilization. When art thrives, civilization thrives. When art is diminished, civilization falters.
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