"Expect everything, I always say, and the unexpected never happens." - Whether Man, The Phantom TollboothPartly because of the ol' Jonah complex, partly because the poetry has fluttered out of me like spaciousness seeps out of limp balloon. Dense writer's cramp.
The other day the human-sized sunflower practically had to yell at me to get me out of dead-end maze of my head.
Truth. There's a reason I work with kids. & whales. & sound. I'm them. Came up with another one of my awenisms as I was sloughing off to slumber after the indulgent Indian extravanganza feast that puts you right into the dreamland of dakinis and dozing dosas. (alright, tired of being so secretive about my whereabouts, if you want to come next Wednesday to the meditation and meal, email me, you can suss out my gmail account pretty easy enough). Back to the Awenism is this:
All children are artists. All artists are children.
I'm too lithe and nimble to be keen on being tethered to a desk and flickering screen. Not my idea of traveling through the world. Give me seesaws. Swings. Stencils. Scissors. Sitars. Stickers. Synthesizers. Silliness. Screams. Sex. Siestas. That ball and chain computer (even laptop impedes my speed) is a decided downside to electronic harmonizing to be sure - yet it's worth it when it's bout making music.
I prefer to just live my life, and do what I came here to do best I can, than write this for peeps that already have the universe all mapped out neat and tidy in their matchbox cities.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Ephipany alert! I think I got to switch over and write this for 8-year-olds. I have half a chance of not abandoning the whole project then.
This is the one and only time I'm going to share what even gave me the ooomph to scribble all this down (You can probably tell writing is not my bag. Tho tall tales and spinning yarns is in my blood. Scratch that Celtic holier-than-thou-lineage nonsense. It's in my soul, which ain't got nothing to do with the Currie clan.)
So, my friend Evelyn sent me a strange email one of those nights she was up until four a.m. over a month ago, subject line: the light is contagious.
It was curious because last time we'd seen each other in person over by the yerba buena gardens granite fountain (gawd that's another story) i sang a new song (finally had rounded up the eight bucks to repair the broken string on the guitar that day I recall) I'd written that had a refrain "blindness is contagious." (Oh, yeah, I didn't sing by the roar of the fountain obviously, we moved closer to the merry-go-round. Metaphor of our lives.)
Wrote back, "Fear is contagious and the instinct to bow down, step out, not step up"
she apologized for the email when she woke up. said she'd accidentally sent it to me when she meant to send it to another friend. i guess our email addresses were just one alphabetical shuffle off in the gmail widgetry wizardry. i could tell she was embarrassed because it was too woo-woo for me. which isn't a big deal as i'm used to that fluff growing up with the parents i did.
what i didn't expect was the the message filled some gaps in the strange movies that were screening in and out of the theatre of my head. plus the foreign yet familiar signs and omens that were leaping out at me from lightpoles license plates locomotives labyrinths lacquered lairs lavendar fields latrines and lycraed lepers. Not that L has anything to do with it. Lyrics to the cosmos littered everywhere. It was hopping all over the alphabet.
i had to do a double-take. and with a deep sigh i realized i needed to get this out there. figured maybe that the Internet would be a magnet of its own. for those it's meant to magnetize
music accompaniment will come next. takes me longer to perfect. I don't want to fuck up music. (alright not so attached to the blog as I am particular about music) but ironically paradoxically time is of the essence, and time is simultaneously stacked one upon another like chairs in a corner against a concrete wall before a performance begins. One tall vertical column of nows. Soon enough time will de-rezz.
all right, sharing only a short section of a long winding trail that Evelyn claims to "accidentally" forward from Dr. Meg.
Excuse me for the extravagance of the explanation. Please suspend the yawns if like me you're so over the pop new age boomers. seek the clues for yourself . druids and bards don't lie, they spin the truth into palatable parables, but yeh Promise - from now on, writing to the kids. For the kids. They get it. (Just look at that artwork.) Biggest bonus is that if I imagine i'm talking to the kids I taught this summer, I won't bore my own self nevermind you.
"Coming in September of your time there is another major shift. This one is a different sort than those which we have previously talked about with you. On the fourteenth of September at 6:02 am eastern time there comes a breach in the fabric of creation. With this, in an early attempt to heal that breach, anti-matter fills the void which is created and there comes a vacuum effect.
As the vacuum effect initializes, there will be certain manifestations of balance required from the interior of your planet. This may take form in the nature of eventful sized earthquake activity. It will also take place in your weather patterning.
Within your bodies you will feel this shift even if you are only slightly aware, or barely aware, for as the void opens, releasing anti-matter, there comes a lightening of the cosmic energies which fill you. As the vacuum effect occurs, you are being filled with light energy. Cleansed, wiped clean. Initialized and initiated to the energies which follow.
That energy which follows is laden with the symbolic language of the infinite. It is both teacher and student, mother and child, peace and all that is not, love and its antithesis, desire and fulfillment.
The energy which comes with the language of the light will open within each of you avenues of consciousness which you had never conceived. Avenues which if you choose will bring you to greater being by virtue of your very existence. And those avenues will be filled with the instructions contained within the symbols. And the instructions will become you and you them.
What are the messages contained within the symbols. All that has ever been. All that can ever be, infinite possibilities at your disposal to change your experience and even the world in which you live. Infinite information to guide you toward brighter being, and the safety from within the One.
Until now most of you have seen yourselves as separate beings from within the entirety. This is not true you know? Separateness is mere perception in opposition of that which is timeless truth. You have sought to fill yourselves with those things which are not of worth except in measurable human terms. But what of that which lies beyond? What of those who have not? What of that which cannot co-create because it has been used up? Those things do not fill you but rather weigh you down with false security.
The truth in abundance is that it is all relative to the values you perceive. Just make certain that those values are yours and not belonging to others.
As the yin and yang of the void of the opening and the light which is pulled into you by that very destruction becomes assimilated within you there will be another great wave of energy which moves through your local reality carrying with it an encodement which is of the patterning of the divine.
The encodement is, for lack of language in your world, a road map to your very states of divinity.
As the planets within your solar system continue their journey toward the original beginning point, the galactic center, the light within you becomes magnified. The earth then begins to respond as well. That which is your very being responds in turn and you can either allow yourselves to be carried with the flow, or find yourselves tossed in the conundrum of chaos as the edges of the vortex are of a violent nature as the energies are being pulled in one of the most dramatic trans-dimensional changes which has ever occurred. As the tear in the fabric of creation fills with anti-matter and you are filled with light in turn, the dimensional barriers will begin to cross, become entangled temporarily and time as you know it will become confusing to say the least. At least for a cosmic now. Your realities may begin to open, even to the point of temporary confusion. Do not let this concern you. Know that beyond your current perception there are vast worlds of living breathing color and life. Many of them are aware of you. Most of them have contacted you at some point, or others in your world, with messages of peace, the lessons of the infinite and love embodied.
As you seek all that is holy, all that is sacred, remember that that which is most sacred is you. You are all and everything that you seek and within you are universes enfolded, all things possible and light beyond imagining.
Be in peace. Ride with the flow.
Anhalle ensi entui ansitu anshalla"
where credits due...from the mouth of babes (k, college students, hoorah for the racoon collective) the garden of eden fig sticker's titled "2012 is now" (look closely); then this wheat paste gem's intention is to open the heart (the kids will rule the world, amen)
though this profound sadness that washes over me like tide cresting, ebbing the last few days, uh weeks, probably has something to do with lack of motivation. naw, it's not that i watched J pack for black rock city yesterday - and I'm not going (again). never been a burner, though reckon it's really a modus operandi not a ten-day vacation where you go back to your tidy 'real life' after the Man flames out. so in that regard i'm a burner.
