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[18 Jul 2008|10:47pm] |
BatMan was fucking awesome! I know I don't have anymore discordian friends that read my LJ, but if I did I would defiantly tell them they should see the movie.
but everyone should see it anyway, becouse it freaking rocked!
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| When We Danced... |
[18 Jul 2008|09:51pm] |
I once met a stone who would seem to have never moved an inch, but she's been more wheres and whens, than all of humanity had ever dreamed. I sat still with her and learned many things most especially how to laugh. She assured me "It's all a game and all a joke," and in her stony wisdom counseled me, "That doesn't make it any less important."
Seeing I was still quite confused, she continued,
"Let me tell you the mathematics of man.
What you think of as all of time is but the space between beats of a heart, and what you think of as everwhere is simply a very small piece of real estate that translates roughly into where you have been multiplied by hubris."
We laughed at ourselves then, and with one foot ana and the other kata we danced. I don't worry anymore about being ancient or wise. Cause' in kairos ancient is just as relative and meaningless as size; and the universe is made for fooles; and wisdom is just a harlequin's clever disguise.
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| For Some Very Special People, You Know Who You Are |
[18 Jul 2008|06:54pm] |
Check your game,
these things
are all the same.
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| Hush |
[18 Jul 2008|06:17pm] |
These woods are a garden and this garden is my home. Here the whisp o' my will does strange things, and if you rush off to where you could swear you heard my heavy foot steps and loud boisterous voice you will only ever be lead to where I am not.
I serve this place. A feral spirit, I smell and taste like these woods. Here among the ferns and streams, among the rocks and trees you do not find, but are found. Apprentice to the Angels, with a glad heart I write and paint and sculpt and sing secret things.
Some eyes open too wide and see me only in the dawn, other eyes close too tightly and see me only in the dark of night.But I am here with her always.
In the hush of late afternoon.
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[18 Jul 2008|03:03pm] |
Quick update:
I'm alive. It's been a rough couple of weeks I've been stressing over lots of stuff. Things right at this moment are going ok. I'm going to see batman after work, and work on my new painting this weekend hopefully.
I've come up with a couple thoughts on some things. One's an Idea for something that might be profitable, profitable enough possibly where I could either quit or go to part time if it really worked out. It's seems feasible, atlest.
I've notice, and some people who know me, know I've said it before. People are generally psychic.
weather they realize it or not, they pick up on lot. I had the idea that man (this goes along the bible story of bablyon) at one point had a VERY psychic connection. and then we started ot lose it.. I'm guessing at the point when writing started becoming popular. now I think we still have it and for the most part we still use it but since it's not a generally accepted thing, many have very different ways they use it. some people might be more intuitive to other people's feelings or some people might be more intuitive with cycles or time. everyone uses it in diffrent ways, some more logical and some more artistically. some are more consciouses of it and some are really not aware of it.
anyway I got to get back to work... ttyl.
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| For those in the know... |
[18 Jul 2008|10:15am] |
What is your favorite BPAL scent/s?
Ive been trying to find one for a while that rose based or something lemony..
Whip sounds yummy, but they dont have it in stock.
*****EDIT*****
This is the one I picked out for my very first Bpal purchase!!
L'HEURE VERTE
Recoiling, you back away from the dicing. A large tent striped in many shades of green grabs your attention, and you walk towards it. You peer inside the open tent flap and see a room crowded with people in various stages of profound intoxication. Tables are littered with glasses filled with thick, cloudy emerald liquid, and candlelight glints on discarded silver spoons. The scent of spilled absinthe, opium smoke, lilac blossoms, and rose water permeates the stifling air of the tent. As you close the tent flap and turn to leave, you see a scantily clad server bend close to a rugged laborer that is sitting slumped in a sagging chair. A low velvety voice voice asks, "Another drink for you, Monsieur Lanfray?"
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[17 Jul 2008|10:45am] |
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I am, learning my Rosicrucian ABC's! ;)
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| more dreams. |
[16 Jul 2008|07:22am] |
Last night I had a dream I was visiting an newly opened Egyptian tomb, while I was there I saw a tiny child's chair that was made out of mostly lapis and gold that I recognized form a past life right off! I wanted to sit in it but I was held back by some of the archaeologists. so instead I vibrated the name "AMUNRA, AMUNRA, AMUNRA!" once I did that another part of the tomb opened up and it turned out to be a Egyptian Computer!!!
this computer had recorded all history from the Egyptian culture on! in everyones lives! we where watching it and checking it out but I noticed that it started to suck up my life force.. in fact the only way it would run is if it could use part of the users life force! that scared me so I stopped using it.
not sure how it happened, next dream some other people and i came across a magick tube that if you believed in it, would grant you anything that would fit in it. O.O we where testing it with little things, like candy and what not.. then I figured. hey! what about keys to a fucking nice car! it worked, I got the keys to a mercedes benz! but then i found out it was someone else's car so I returned it and asked for free one! and got a freaking BMW! which I went riding around for the rest of the dream. ^__^ I lost the tube then but found out that the ring I have, actually does the same thing!
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| useful resource |
[16 Jul 2008|02:16pm] |
Most of the rune explications one sees online begin with the Futhark as the foundation and then, if they mention them at all, include the "extra" Anglo-Saxon runes as a sort of appendix. Northvegr has posted a full-length discussion of the Anglo-Saxon runes themselves, beginning on http://www.northvegr.org/northern/book/runes.php
Wyrd Staves: Mystery of the Futhorc, by Uriah Bohrer
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| Bloody Thursday |
[15 Jul 2008|11:33pm] |
I meant to post about this at the time but better late then never.
First off, I am a proud member of the ILWU(local 5) in fact later this month I start training to become a Union Steward.
On July 5th the ILWU commemorates Bloody Thursday ,this event and other like it are something that really bring a sense of perspective to what it means to be a union worker.
The simple fact is whether you're union or not, people have died (have been murdered, sometimes by the police) so you could have the rights and benefits you do as a worker.
Let that sink in for a minute.
You should also know that world wide, union workers and organizers are still murdered.
Let that sink in for a minute.
Some of these people include organizers at bottling plants that do business with giants like the Coke company (see killercoke.org for details).
Lately there have been ads taken out by sketchy parties with no purpose other than to convince the public that unionizing is a bad idea, that it actually hurts the worker. I can't even begin to say how offensive I find those adds, and it hurts to think that the general public is so ignorant about the struggles of the labor movement that there is not a public outcry over an ad campaign like that. If you've seen them and want the skinny on the group backing it and the orgs they are tied to let me know, I'll forward the info to you.
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| Mooovies |
[16 Jul 2008|03:04am] |
I saw the dolphin episode of bullshit which was a lot of fun. Was I misinformed about dolphin brain size? I heard they were proportionately as large as ours, not slightly smaller despite being larger than us... I have trouble believing everything on that one, felt like it was a bit of a bad focus. It's easy to make something look bad when you look at nothing but kooks.
Generation Kill and Stargate 5 starting! Woot
I saw 'Flushed Away'. The girl mouse was hot. Or, maybe I should say 'lady' or 'woman' just to make sure no one thinks I'm inferring she's prepubescent, because I'm pretty sure she's not. She's the love interest for the main guy and such. Oh yes but her little sister and the main guy's owner are fine too!
Also saw '2001: a Space Odyssey' on a recommendation. It was pretty cool, very slow at times. It's something that takes patience and stuff to watch. Midway through when I saw the red circle I was all "OH SHIT THIS IS THE ONE WITH HAL". Now I've finally seen the origin of all the references on cartoons like recess, probably inspired Hassolhoff's Night Rider too.
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[15 Jul 2008|07:54pm] |
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Christ, Im such a fucking idiot.
::headesk::
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| Voting For The Lesser Of Two Evils? |
[15 Jul 2008|07:22pm] |
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"When I was a kid, I had a poster of Captain America on my wall. It was because Captain America was good, not because he was a little less evil than the Red Skull." - Andrew Rilstone
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[15 Jul 2008|07:20pm] |
"All forms of art are consciousness expanders, and I am convinced that they will take us further, and more consciously, than drugs."
"In kairos that part of us which is not consumed in the burning is wholly awake. "
- Madeleine L'Engle
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| The Siren Call |
[15 Jul 2008|06:55pm] |
We cut ourselves open with keys. Desperate for new territories; For higher dimensional places; For an end to one one kind of time; For the advent of another.
And when we bled, we bled Eden. And when we fucked, it was Armageddon.
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| Dead Angels In The Black Lodge |
[15 Jul 2008|06:47pm] |
Once I stood in the Devil's Mansion staring into the face of the Daemon. Obsidian blackness which gave no reflection. Still I recognized it as my own. There are many words for it, I chose Nephilim.
They say Daemon is the counterpart to the HGA. This misses the point in that very special way only binaries are capable of. The Daemon is the soul your own will forges for itself. It is the HGA untethered. It is the you that waits in Chorazin. The Daughter/Son/Lover of Babalon/Lilith.
Something Divine. Something Cannibal.
Here is the realization, intellectually, spiritually, physically, experientially of the marriage of divinity and humanity. The remembering; yes you are divine, but I tell you now you are also Animal.
"Lo The Angel wrestled with The Daemon and in this struggle was wisdom. "
I sat watching with the Lillin.
"When the Daemon wins it will consume the angel."
"Self cannibalism."
The Lillin embrace, one among their number become Nephilim.
Strange how something new can be ancient, how something ancient can be new.
Strange but beautiful.
A beauty no earthly flood has ever been able to wipe away. A beauty held safe in the ruins of the first church, and in our very flesh.
Dead Angels in the Black Lodge, in this way the worm gets its wings.
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| Love Song |
[15 Jul 2008|06:44pm] |
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"I had a dream last night where you offered me an apple. It was green like your eyes aren't really but always are in my dreams. You looked so pleased when I swallowed the core.
So, when it gets to feeling like they all want a piece of you; remember, I promise to eat you whole."
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