“I said life is just a game
We’re all just the same”
“I said life is just a game
We’re all just the same”
He’s been looking now for a long time
It seems the more he looks The less he wants to see
He turned to the West for a long time
He turned to the East Then he turned to the West again
If there’s a heaven above, in the meantime
If there’s a heaven above, let it be near
If there’s a heaven above, in the meantime
Then let it be near Let it be near to me
We’ve been talking now for a long time
It seems the more we speak
The less we seem to say
If there’s a hell below In the meantime Then let us shut up Unless we want to pray
He saw everything real too clearly
So close that the bones would show
And to see everything so clearly
Isn’t always the best thing you know
What is truly spiritual, like light, both attracts us and repels us at the same time. – Flannery O’Conner
I used to have a pen-pal friend named Jimmy, from Muskogee, Oklahoma. I think I might have mentioned him in a previous blog post but Jim and I became friends in the early days of the internet. He had some rare bone disease which basically made him a quadriplegic and confined to a wheelchair. It was never romantic or anything like that, but we became fast friends because both of us had an interest in mysticism.
Jimmy was easily one of the most insightful persons I knew and very, very quick and perceptive to figure out and gauge people from the inside out. Practically every assessment he ever made, turned out to be true. It was strange because you couldn’t find two more different people, Jim a disabled, white, male Southern Baptist from Oklahoma and a some-time Republican who was anti-abortion and deeply into his Bible and then you had me, a Bengali-Canadian Muslim female with anti-imperialist, anti-sexist anarchist inclinations. Still, despite our huge differences in opinion and background, we understood each other, and both of us saw that the more readily you leave behind labels and dogma and veer closer and closer to the spirit of things, the closer you get to the truth and essence of it, irrespective of what angle you’re coming from.
We often would talk about spiritual things, how much we hated the people and phoniness around us . He schooled me on Southern writers like Flannery O’Conner and Reynolds Price and I schooled him on…well, lots of the stuff I write about here actually. While I was living in Turkey, I found out six months after the fact, that he had been hit by a truck in Tulsa while turning a corner in his wheelchair and died instantly. I was saddened but not surprised because he had told me several times over the phone that he had a presentiment, he knew he was going to die soon and it wasn’t the disease that would do it either. He also added that despite that knowledge, it was going to be OK and he was at peace with it. I miss him a lot.
Jim was the one who pointed out that Flannery O’Conner quote to me, that things (and people and relationships) which are truly real and spiritual will attract us, like that cliché, like moths to the light. At the same time, they also repel us because on some level, perhaps an intuitive one, to really embrace the light also means complete and utter annihilation of the old self, old identity, old ideals etc. And it’s that suicidal aspect which terrifies us. Therein lies the paradox, we want to come closer to the light yet we’re also terrified of embracing the light and what it might mean in real terms, how much we have to give up in letting go of the old and killing ourselves and what we might have built up.At the heart of it, it’s the old faith vs fear argument. Do you have faith and let go, not really knowing if the gigantic rewards are there waiting for you or do you hold on because better the devil you know than the one you don’t?
I’m seeing this faith vs. fear idea being played out in the US elections as well. New York State holds its primaries tomorrow and I think it will determine if Senator Bernie Sanders can finally win the Democratic nomination. If he does get the nomination, he’ll basically walk into the White House. If he doesn’t pull off a hat trick tomorrow, that nomination will swim further away from him unless of course California plays the king-maker.
Hillary Clinton might have money, power, connections and a lock on older voters but it doesn’t change the fact that she (and her husband) are pure crass. The Sanders camp is nothing less than pure class. I can’t help but get the feeling that integrity politics has finally come back after a very long hiatus. Big time. The younger voters have a lot to do with it but I think everyone is just fed up of all those old lies and old stories.
I know I have a lot of readers in the NYC and Brooklyn area. Godspeed to every last one of you for tomorrow’s vote. All I’ve got to say is just remember that the fear of the light is actually much worse than the light itself.
Shifters, I need your opinion on something.
I enjoy blogging and writing online, interacting with people who I will, in all likelihood never meet but still have the chance to discuss and share ideas in some way. Part of the reason why I stay anonymous is that I can say what I really think and not have to worry about how it affects my offline life. As we all know, the internet is a parallel universe in itself and while it’s very easy to meld your online life with your offline life, I find because of how it can affect you personally these days, what happens is that you get a white-washed, edited, “marketed” and a polished persona emerges instead. You’re not really getting an honest opinion and it just comes off as spin.
Remaining anonymous means, you can say what you really think, and speak your truth even if it makes other people uncomfortable.
I mean when I wrote that yoga article, I was keeping an eye on the comments on Elephant Journal’s threads on Facebook and was quite taken aback at some of the threats people were throwing at me. One guy was threatening violence. Another guy kept insinuating that I must have some mental health, psychiatric issues. Still I kept quiet and kept observing people’s reactions.
Another reason why I remain anonymous is that I have the unfortunate history of knowing several creeps, who in hindsight I really wish I never knew and even now, want absolutely nothing to do with, not even on a psychic level. It’s not like we’re talking about sexual assault or anything violent (Thank God), but I would say there were lighter shades of slight stalking, psychic copy-catting and just general all around uncomfortable creepiness. The thing with blogging, is that to some degree you are exposing yourself, your thoughts, your thinking processes and I love the fact that the medium of writing sometimes allows us to think out loud and get problem-solving input and insight from others. All this works if you can maintain your anonymity. However, it becomes problematic when the very jerks you were always trying to avoid shows up and knows who you are.
And I think that is what has happened.
I’ve been keeping a close eye on my admin page and have noticed that very particular blog posts have been getting hit a lot in this past week from several particular IP addresses which leads me to believe that the creeps have found me.
And this is where I need your opinion Shifters. A part of me would rather just shut down this blog and start a new one somewhere else, new name, new everything with no forwarding address so I can get these jackasses off my scent. Another part of me would rather keep going and do my best to ignore these assholes even while knowing they’re still watching and reading me and my thoughts because they’re so bereft of any original thinking or insight themselves.
So, what do you think? My suggestion box is wide-open.
If any of you are into lifestyle magazines or watch home decorating channels and videos, chances are pretty good you’ve heard the name of Marie Kondo.
Sorry Shifters, for putting this up a bit late but a lot has been going on the personal front on in my life in recent weeks. Mostly it’s been around my elderly dad, he was hospitalized recently and it looks like we’re going to have to put him into a home soon. It hasn’t been easy dealing with this stuff and honestly, even though I do want to write, after a day of dealing with bureaucracies and such, it leaves very little inclination to actually sit down and write. Getting old sucks. Like seriously.
“Fortunately, April’s charts contain a structure that will help bring order and direction to our lives – a Kite. This Kite will all but neutralize the forces of chaos and confusion, channeling them in positive, constructive channels.
However, it will not cancel ongoing turmoil and confusion. This will very likely obscure the Kite’s beneficial effects.
Kites are a combination of supportive and difficult aspects. The supportive aspects help resolve the conflicts represented by the difficult aspect.
In many instances, the aspects that make up the Kite are linked to aspects outside of the Kite. A Kite can draw in and resolve an extended range of energies. That is the case in April.
In appearance, Kites resemble a child’s kite. Like a child’s kite, an astrological Kite, when properly used, can catch the wind and rise, lifting us with it…..April will be a watershed month. The astrological forces being brought to bear in our behalf are nothing short of immense, although conditions in April could obscure that fact. Getting through April successfully might require faith in ourselves, in each other and the universe.”
(This is a re-post, but I wanted to get this out there fast because that time period is coming up very quickly. I will be posting later today on April’s outlook as well as other stuff about what’s been going on.)
“According to the alchemists, the preparation of the philosophers’ stone must begin when the Sun enters the constellation of Aries and the Moon enters that of Taurus. Why? Because the Sun is exalted in Aries, and the Moon is exalted in Taurus. The sign that follows, Gemini, is ruled by Mercury. Now the symbol of Mercury ☿ is formed , from top to bottom, by the crescent of the Moon ☽, the disc of the Sun, ⦿ and the sign of addition (+). Therefore the symbol of Mercury expresses the union of the Sun and the Moon. Mercury is the child of the Sun and the Moon; it is the philosophers’ stone. This philosophers’ stone that the alchemists seek is, in reality, a symbol of the transformation of man. The alchemist works with the Sun and the Moon, that is to say, with the two principles of the will and the imagination; and thanks to this work he eventually transforms himself, becoming like the Sun and the Moon, radiant and pure.”
-Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
As per Aivanhov’s quote, and according to astrological calendars, the Sun is already in Aries. The Moon will enter Taurus on April 8, 2016 AM at 6:10 AM, UTC. I should add also that Mercury rules Gemini and the Moon will be entering Gemini on April 10, 2016 at 05:58 AM and remain there until April 12, 2016 at 08:06AM.
In other words, with the Sun in Aries, the moon in Taurus and then Gemini, that period of April 8-12, 2016 will be a very potent time for anyone wishing to do serious earth-healing work, light work, meditation, prayer or any other form of serious white magick.
I also recently finished off reading “The Alphabet versus the Goddess: The Conflict between Word and Image” by Leonard Shlain. Shlain used to be a surgeon and inventor. He invented some rather very specific forms of laparoscopic surgery but he was also an amateur critical theorist.
I’ll be very honest and upfront about this – It is NOT about the Jews.
“The world system we inhabit came about due to a mistake.”
– The Gospel of Phillip, Nag Hammadi Scrolls, Codex II, 3:75.5
“Mother Earth was blasted by a searing dry wind. To human eyes it would have looked as if the mist was being churned up by a typhoon, but mystic vision detects something like a human form hidden in the storm – a long-boned giant, hooded, with scaly white skin and red eyes. The darkness was the spirit of Saturn. He was armed with a scythe and he swooped down, pressing himself on top of Mother Earth with black delight. “Don’t be afraid. Let me just…lie on you.” Did he want to make love to her? Or was his only desire to squeeze the life out of her? There was an ambiguity to his deeds that would leave a scar, a chasm in the deep structure of the cosmos….To Saturn it seemed as if her reserves were limitless, as if she were absorbing all his strength, draining him. But the irony was that for her part she began to fear she couldn’t hang on much longer either. It felt to her as if she had nothing left, that he was the stronger. he was succeeding in suffocating all the life out of her, and if he did, she knew the consequences: there would never be life anywhere in the universe. It would forever be a place of the shifting dead matter…”
– “The Sacred History”, Mark Booth
I’ve just finished up an amazing read, namely John Lamb Lash’s “Not in His Image: Gnostic Vision, Sacred Ecology, and the Future of Belief”.
For those of you who follow certain strains of Gnosticism, some of David Icke’s work or just have an interest in secret/forbidden teachings or understanding the origins of belief among Abrahamic traditions… Folks, this is the mystical jack-pot you’ve been waiting for (my apologies to readers, who like political, current events types of posts, it’s totally cool if you sit this one out because this is going to get VERY esoteric).
I’ll first outline what Lamb Lash writes in the lost Gnostic myths on our origins, most of it based on the Nag Hammadi library, then I’ll point out where it differs in discourse and some of the deeper implications of it along with parallel teachings in other traditions. The implications are immense and probably worth at least another five books, but I’ll only hit what came to me very quickly.
Quick back step – After the Councils of Carthage and Rome, the Christian Bible (and by extension, church dogma) is officially “closed”, meaning you cannot add to the Bible canon anymore even if versions of some of those old Bible stories are suddenly found, with better clarity, better explanation and in some cases even render some of those old interpretations as just plain wrong. So when you have epic archaeological finds like the Nag Hammadi Library or the Dead Sea Scrolls, often containing alternate versions of events and lessons in the “official” Bible or Torah and written at the same time as the events of those two books, even if what they say is legit, it’s not considered canon and cannot be considered part of “official” Christianity or Judaism. The implications also spill over into Islam since Islam echos the same stories very often. More importantly, the implications spill over into everything around us in the world today.
OK, here’s the Gnostic origin myth in mystical terms, as found in The Nag Hammadi scrolls (which BTW also includes intriguing stuff like the Gospel of Phillip, the Gospel of Thomas, the Gospel of Truth, and a chapter called “On the Origin of the World”). I’m simplifying it here immensely.
1) A singularity arises out of Cosmic Intelligence, the Pleroma
2) From the Pleroma, 2 figureheads emerge, Thelete (Divine Intention) and Sophia (Divine Wisdom)
3) A cosmic “She” decides to come into Being from the dream world (or the world of forms as Plato would say – Lamb Lash’s book refers to her as Gaia Sophia).
4) Fascinated and completely absorbed in the passionate process of her own becoming and dreaming, Sophia unilaterally, without a counterpart, watches her own creation and without realizing it, has broken one Cosmic law, that creation needs to happen in twos, not ones.
5) While Gaia Sophia “forms” herself in the material 3-D dimension as planet Earth, she inadvertently causes a ripple effect between the dimensions over which she has no control and did not anticipate in happening
6) In this disturbance, parasitic beings, called Archons (or demons, bad spirits, ghouls if you prefer) are created and they gather around a false god called the Demiurge, who falsely believes he’s the creator of all. This demented god then proceeds to create atomic matter from mist and empty spaces.
7) Sophia undergoes her process of materialization as planet Earth. Sophia is the prime mover, the Primal Creatress, boundless creativity, originality, fecundity, fertility. The planet Earth is inadvertently caught within the false, inorganic, synthetic system or matrix of the Demiurge, NOT the Pleroma, the real origin. Sophia calls out the Demiurge as the fake that he is and that Beings who come from the Pleroma (which includes human souls) are more intelligent than the Archons.
8) The Demiurge and the Archons are copycats, pale imitators, leeches…However, they are very good at stealing and copying from others or causing such disruption/distraction, that no good creative work gets done. They are a jealous, covetous, cunning and constantly hungry lot. They always want more, it’s never enough.
9) Just as the Archons then start to feed off of Sophia, from the moment of her completion, deep in the Pleroma another Being, the Aeon Christos, hears her cry for help and at the very last second, before Sophia is overtaken completely, Aeon Christos, the Sun itself, shows up, with his healing and life-giving warmth.
10) Sophia is saved but stranded and isolated from the Pleroma. Unfortunately, the Archons and Demiurge matrix are still here as well and have tricked everyone into lies and falsehood and stories from the word “Go”.
11) Humanity’s awakening is thus intimately tied with Sophia’s fate. Humanity’s triple challenge is finding their evolutionary niche, staying clear of Archons and their interference and defining its role in Sophia’s ongoing evolution.
Lash Lamb’s book goes into substantial detail about what I just wrote but he also points out how many of the origin stories in places like the Bible and Koran also retold this story using certain elements and changing others (i.e Garden of Eden—> Sophia, Serpent—>Archons, A jealous “God”–> Demiurge, etc.). What I find VERY interesting is that if you begin to look at this on a symbolic level, a lot of myths from other religions start to add up.
It’s a shame that more people don’t know about these alternate visions and that so much of Gnostic lore has either been eradicated over time through political and religious forces or forgotten about completely had it not been for once-in-a-lifetime discoveries like the Nag Hammadi and Dead Sea Scrolls. It would force a re-telling and change the narrative in so many other areas of human life as well.
For one, it would acknowledge the primacy of the female force in creation. Much of the misogyny and patriarchy that we live with around us in today’s world, whether it’s the higher pay men receive, the right-wing politicians telling women what they can and can’t do with their own bodies, men-only clergy or honour killings in places like Pakistan is a direct result of the undermining of the importance of the female. If that had been there from Day 1, I think the world would look very different from what it is today.
Secondly, I think it would fine-tune people’s judgement-making abilities because they would be able to “see” things very clearly without any, if I may say, Archon-like influence. Like I had written earlier, Archons are parasites, copy-cats and insatiable in their hunger. If you look at some versions of capitalism, it’s ALL about clawing your way to the top, rugged individualism, making as much money as possible and even when you have $10 million, you then want $20 million. You have a great spouse and kids yet you also go looking around for an affair.
Instead of being grateful for today and what you have right now and realizing that tomorrow isn’t a promise, you worry and then worry some more about planning your life down to the upteenth detail for your life 30 years from now. Instead of valuing friendships and relationships, we place value on stuff. We bulldoze virgin forests and trees, put up ugly condo developments in place and then insert fake plastic plants and trees around them to make them livable and less-sterile. We feed our stomachs and other appetites and completely overlook feeding our souls, our true selves.
Who the fuck is telling us that all this phoniness is real “life”?
The old stories have to go, people need to wake up from the collective haze they live under, mostly induced by false myths, false ideals and false ideologies.
If any of you are familiar with Greek mythology, Cronus (who became Saturn in Roman mythology) was the leader of the Titans, descendants of Uranus the sky god, and Gaia the Earth. Prophecy had told him, one of his sons would overthrow him, like Cronus himself had once done to his own father. To prevent this, Cronus ate his children but then Zeus was born and quickly switched at birth and he ended up overthrowing Cronus and the other Titans and establishing the reign of the Olympians. Like Zeus, I think we’re going to be asked to overthrow our version of “Cronus”, myths we have lived with for far too long because the real truth was deliberately kept from us and in doing so, also keeps us powerless.
More to come…
February 2016 looks like it will be some kind of pause before the action spills over in all directions. Both Carl Boudreau and Steve Judd have indicated that something is definitely in the air. Steve said that the first 6 months of 2016 will be still of an uphill battle while the second half is where we crest the hill and can ride down with our bicycles, with gravity behind and below us doing the work and the wind in our hair while we speed down.
Already 2016 has been a heavy year, with the sudden rash of deaths of many prominent public figures in January alone, the Oscars race heating up again on issues of diversity and inclusion and more than just a handful of Tinseltown types talking about the systems of racism and privilege in Lalaland and within the greater United States and the UK (I wrote about it last year as well, no change there – sigh).
And then of course the American election gearing up with the first series of caucuses taking place on February 1st in New Hampshire and Iowa which will no doubt set the tone for the rest of the campaign year.
Carl pointed out that Neptune is the cosmic solvent and that there will be a very powerful Sun and Neptune conjunction on February 28th.
“The Sun/Neptune conjunction on February 28th marks a special moment during Neptune’s tenure at the top of its power.
Our egos have been pummeled by outer turmoil, worked over by inner turmoil and soaked in cosmic solvent for many years now. We have been set up to change fundamentally and forever. And we want to, just not quite yet.
I believe the energy of the Sun/Neptune conjunction on February 28 will overcome our last bit of resistance to change. As personalities around the globe experience this lasts big ‘nudge’ the pace of global change will accelerate dramatically.
The progressive tipping point will have been reached. Expect to hear of preliminary and precursor events as February 28 approaches.
I believe the suddenly enhanced willingness to make changes will soon become apparent globally, on all levels. Resistance we thought would continue to block reform indefinitely will evaporate.”
This reminds me of a geography lesson which I still remember from back in the 7th grade. We were taught that the 3 main types of rocks in the world, which generally fell under three categories were i) Igneous Rocks (rocks and minerals which are the result of the cooling of magma and lava) ii) Metamorphic Rocks (rocks with are the result of intense transformative pressures and geological changes deep within the earth like marble) and iii) Sedimentary Rocks (rocks usually produced from layers and layers of debris usually under water, which over time solidify and become rocks like sandstone).
Change, like the aforementioned rocks, usually happens deep, deep underground for mind-numbingly extended periods of time. We’re walking and don’t even realize the intense, constant but quiet and incremental pressures at work underneath us. Sometimes we’re reminded when we see a volcano blow, and the change is very sudden and in-your-face.
Sometimes things brew for a long, long time unnoticed and then one day, you look again and things just aren’t the same anymore. Something has permanently shifted and you can’t go back to the way things were.
We’re on the brink of something. Some say a new earth, maybe it will be a new philosophy or new invention or something which is a permanent game-changer. Maybe it will happen this month, maybe a bit later. For now, gather your energies and focus on what you want or need to happen in your life. Take advantage of this pause, because I don’t think we’ll get another one anytime soon again.
“You are alone in your bedroom, and surrounded by the four walls you are physically separate, set apart from the entire world. But by using thought you can go beyond the confines of this room and expand into an ever bigger space: first your home, then the town where your house is located. Then, become aware that your town is also part of a region, the region part of a country, the country part of a continent, and the continent part of the earth. Make a habit of doing this exercise. And the earth itself is part of the planets in the solar system. And in turn, the solar system is part of a galaxy, and this galaxy is a small part of the cosmos… So , it’s amazing – you’re alone in your bedroom, and at the same time you’re in the cosmos!
And since you are a cosmic being, why limit yourself? You can open your soul by telling yourself that you have cosmic work to do. All you need to do is change your point of view and be aware that because you live in the universe you are connected to it.”
– Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov
In my mind, the pendulum has already swung and some types just don’t get it. And they never will. The old ways, whether its Big Oil, Big Businesses, Big Banks, bought-and-sold politicians, toxic industries, Old Boys Clubs (like Eton, Oxbridge, or the Ivy League and their secret societies), Elite Clubs (like Hollywood), they ALL missed their stop and the train is speeding along now. Of course we’re going to hear them complaining and griping but I say just ignore them, tune them out and keep a calm, steady eye on the horizon instead because something new is about to appear. Once you can make out the size and shape of it, if you’re smart, quick and flexible, you’ll know what to do. Best to travel light.
(Note: Some NSFW links included)
I was and truthfully, still am extremely hesitant about writing this blog post given that social media sites are awash with Bowie articles and tributes after his untimely, recent death and I really don’t want to add to the overblown nature of how the media and music poseurs (who never liked Bowie before but suddenly do now) have been reacting. So I’m going to try to keep this as simple as I can. Wish me luck.
I’m going try to attempt to look at Bowie’s spiritual evolution in a nutshell (a real examination would be worthy of a PhD dissertation), the influence it had on others and then end with how he affected me and the indirect contact I had with him. I know there’s a lot of dirty laundry about him coming out now, but if anything it paints him as an extremely complicated individual and a reminder there really is no such thing as black and white when it comes to individual souls and personalities.
It would seem that from the very beginning, right with the midwife who delivered him, he was acknowledged as an old soul. This doesn’t surprise me in the least. If you look at his earlier work and his obsession with outer space, being an alien and the emphasis on stars, alienation, isolation, being an outsider and of being utterly alone and disassociated from humanity, I think deep down inside he knew he really wasn’t from here either.
First Nation’s people maintain that we originally came from the stars, recent theories on evolution and the origins of life seem to confirm it and I think Bowie knew it too in his heart and tried channeling it through his work. All you need to do is listen (or read the lyrics) to songs like “Starman”, “Life on Mars”, “Space Oddity”, “Ashes to Ashes”, “Moonage Daydream”, watch “The Man Who Fell to Earth” or even when he decided to tackle “Elephant Man” on Broadway. The clues and hints are all there if you look for them.
This very lengthy and thorough essay is probably the best thing you can read on Bowie’s interest in spiritual matters and the occult. It’s all there. Like lots of English rock stars from the hedonistic 1970s, Bowie was obsessed for a while with the works of Aleister Crowley and Dion Fortune and her book “Psychic Self-Defense”, Fortune’s assertion that the Glastonbury area is intimately associated with the Arthurian legends, how he studied Hebrew Kabbalah and the Sephoric Tree of Life (and even inserted a lot of these ideas in his 10th album “Station to Station”).
This was at the height of his cocaine addiction in the 1970s, which fueled a cocaine-induced paranoia in many areas of his life, when he was going through all sorts of weird phases like his all-white diet (which consisted of drinking milk and snorting coke and eating a few peppers), when he had an exorcism performed on his LA swimming pool by a mysterious New York City white witch named Walli Elmlark, how he stopped performing live for a while because he was convinced someone from the audience was going to shoot him, how he feared flying and would take the Trans-Atlantic Queen Mary 2 ship liner instead of airplanes or the Concorde. Later in life, after he had cleaned up and gone sober, he took to Buddhist meditation, supported the Tibetan cause and married Muslim-Somali supermodel Iman Abdulmajid.
I even suspect he had a bit of the earth energy reader himself, meaning I think he picked up on ley lines and places on earth which had higher-than-normal frequencies. His taste in real estate shows that. In the 1980s, he fell in love with Bali, long before it became the obnoxious tourist hub it is today, when it still was considered a spiritual place to be. In fact he re-created a Balinese villa on the exclusive Caribbean island of Mustique.
When Mustique became too much, he bought a place in the most mystical of all the Greek islands, Patmos, where the Cave of the Apocalypse is and admitted to the island’s charms. (I’ve been there and I can attest to it to). While he mostly lived in New York in the artistic (but now completely gentrified) Soho district, his favorite spot in NYC was Washington Square Park but to escape the summer heat, he also had a mountain retreat in hippy-dippy Woodstock, NY, site of the famous music festival.
Much has been said and written about his sexual experimentation and quasi-bisexual lifestyle, how his gender-bending androgynous personas like Ziggy Stardust or Aladdin Sane, helped many persons from the LGBTQ community to either come out, or accept their orientation or anyone accept their own personal weirdness.
In my opinion, his basic message was that its OK to accept your own inner freak and be comfortable with your own weirdness and uniqueness as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, you don’t need to justify it to anyone else. After all, there is no such thing as “normal” since normalcy is completely relative. Bowie however made it cool to be different and if you were someone who was different, whether because of your sexual orientation, your ethnicity, your race or even if your interests, tastes and preoccupations were different from everyone else in your cultural milieu. Somehow, Bowie and his music made you feel like someone really understood you and had your back and that it was all OK.
That meant a lot to me. My adolescence was spent in an annoying-as-fuck, socially claustrophobic, peer-pressured, cookie-cutter, affluent, white suburban ghetto of Montreal known as the West Island, where all the girls were generic, indistinguishable, white, blonde, dime-a-dozen idiots with names like “Kelly”, “Jennifer” or “Heather” who had identical clothes, hairstyles and opinions, all the guys were jocks who were into hockey or soccer, listened to Bon Jovi and all the supposedly cool kids hung out at the pool or park and “got wasted”. When you don’t fit that mold and couldn’t stand living in such a dead-end cultural cul-de-sac, Bowie was a Godsend and a sign that real life, real art and real music existed outside of those walls.
In my experience, it’s the people who corner themselves and their personalities into neat, square boxes, identical haircuts, identical suits and act out what being a conformist “normal” is supposed to look like who end up being the craziest, creepiest people in private – just look at Republicans and Conservatives.
It was also one of the worst-kept secrets Bowie spent A LOT of time hanging out in Montreal during the late 1980s and 1990s. He recorded his 1984 album “Tonight” up in Morin Heights, at Le Studio, about 70 km north of Montreal. He befriended Edouard Locke, creative director of Montreal’s legendary modern dance troupe, La La La Human Steps. Locke and principal dancer Louise Lacavalier were instrumental in choreographing Bowie’s 1990 “Sound + Vision” world tour.
Bowie also liked hanging out in Montreal’s various underground music clubs, notably La Sala Rossa and Casa del Popolo where he first got wind of local musical heroes Arcade Fire which then led to the friendship and numerous collaborations between him and the band later on.
As for me, I came to Bowie indirectly. I was 10 years old when I first heard “Let’s Dance” and freaked out when I watched his naughty “China Girl” video where you could see him having sex on the beach. When I became a teen, all, and I mean ALL my favorite 1980s alternative bands cited Bowie, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, Marc Bolan of T-Rex and Roxy Music as their primary influence. Everyone from Depeche Mode and The Cure to The Smiths to Def Leppard to Bauhaus worshipped Bowie.
I also had older cousins who had all his albums from the 1960s and 70s so it made me listen to his earlier stuff with a newer and deeper appreciation. While I was listening to “Hunky Dory”, The Berlin Trilogy or “Scary Monsters”, the suburban cretins in my high school were listening to Poison or Michael Bolton. (I’m also fairly certain Bowie, along with Rick Springfield, Duran Duran in their heyday and The Professor from “Gilligan’s Island” , molded my preference for very tall, thin, chisel-featured, hyper-intelligent, intellectual but cultured, worldly men. Bonus: The fact that a stunning rock god like Bowie absolutely LOVED women of colour – yes!)
I saw Bowie twice in concert, first during the “Sound + Vision” tour and then when he came to Montreal as part of the group Tin Machine and I saw him play in a club instead of a stadium or arena. I almost met him once since I used to work as a very prominent rock radio station in Montreal while I was a university student. I was the morning receptionist and Bowie was coming in one afternoon after my shift. One of the stipulations by his manager and personal assistant, Corinne “Coco” Schwab, was that there should be absolutely no one there, no fans, no extra staff, just a skeleton crew when Bowie came for his interview, which meant that I couldn’t hang around and wait. So I left some of my copies of his various album covers with the station manager to get autographed including a rare copy of his earlier work with his early bands, The Manish Boys and The Lower 3rd. He signed everything except the rare album because it turned out to be some kind of bootleg, which I honestly didn’t know at the time. Oh well.
I’ve written this before but Aquarius IS the sign for androgyny and nonconformity and I do think on some level Bowie was a forerunner of the incoming Age of Aquarius when gender lines, gender issues and gender identity are going to get even more blurred than ever before. At the end of the day, we’re human, that’s what counts. We just need to treat each other as such. Bowie knew it too. He just used his art and his life to show it.
And if you ever doubt that Bowie wasn’t connected to something otherworldly, have a listen to this. It’s what he chose to be played during his wedding to Iman, a Bulgarian folk-song which sounds like angels could be behind it. He’s probably jamming with them now.
Godspeed David Robert Jones!
“Around the 21st of December, the winter solstice occurs. This event is placed under the influence of Gabriel, the archangel of Yesod, the sephirah of the Moon. Gabriel means ‘God is my strength.’ A few days later, on 25 December, we celebrate Christmas, the birth of Christ. The archangel Gabriel commands the forces whose role is to condense matter, which is why symbolically he presides over childbirth. For what is a birth? It is the passage from the invisible to the visible, from the ethereal to the physical. And the Moon, the feminine principle par excellence, has an essential role to play in all forms of incarnation, on the physical plane as well as on the spiritual plane. During winter, when the nights are longest and the life of nature slows down, conditions are less favorable for outward manifestation and more favorable for turning inward. People are naturally drawn then to go within, to prepare for the birth of the child of light, who in certain traditions is symbolized by a pearl. Pearls come from the sea and, like the sea, are connected to the moon.”
– Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
This year the winter solstice occurs on Tuesday December 22nd at 04:49 GMT (Universal time). For my Pagan and Wicca readers, who celebrate Yule, or those of you in the UK who can make it to Stonehenge (one of these days, I swear I’m gonna join you) the sun will rise over Stonehenge at exactly 08:04am GMT.
This year’s Christmas also coincides with a very powerful full moon. The last time there was a full moon on Christmas was back in 1977 and the next one isn’t until 2034. In other words, they don’t happen often. So for those of you who prefer a more meditative and serene Christmas instead of one involving messy wrapping paper, loud kids, crappy gifts and obnoxious relatives, it’s the perfect time to do some serious, interior spiritual work.
Personally, I love Henry Rollins’ idea of Christmas, of cursing the Darkness. (And yeah, he DOES sound flippin’ Biblical…I’d curse the Darkness by his side any day…)
As I’ve written in previous blog posts, I’m not crazy about the holidays, particularly the crass, commercial side of it. I enjoy the time off to read books,
Catch up on movies,
Invite friends over for dinner,
And maybe take a small day trip or two, out of town, to spas or tiny villages with cool mystical names. It’s hard to catch the mystical flavor of the season when its nothing but “Jingle Bells”, garish tinsel decorations everywhere and red, green, reindeer, Santa Clauses, and snowmen on every TV commercial, flyer in your mailbox or webpage you visit urging you to buy stuff you don’t really need. I don’t understand how people can go into debt because of Christmas. That totally defeats the purpose of Christmas IMHO. I’d rather invite a buddy or two over, make a few epic batches of chocolate chip cookies while drinking eggnog and listening to Def Leppard, AC/DC or Van Halen, package them into several ribboned Mason jars and then gift them to my neighbors and then use whatever leftover eggnog there is to make Eggnog French toast the next day.
Like most metropolitan cities in the world these days, Montreal really is bereft of mystical, spiritual hot spots which can help you “get into the zone”, the spiritual zone. Most of those kinds of pure places are out in the wild now. The few spots there are, are increasingly being outfitted with Coke machines and gift shops but one place I will try to head out to is St. Joseph’s Oratory, the resting place of St. Brother Andre.
I had a chat once with a German ex-patriot, a follower of Rudolph Steiner’s. He told me there was an energy vortex underneath the dome which he had experienced altered states under. Ed and Lorraine Warren, two world famous exorcists and demonologists and who were featured in the Hollywood film “The Conjuring”, had also made pilgrimages to the Oratory in the past. Ed Warren actually experienced a healing there, for his mother. Twice in the past, I’ve experienced very powerful but benevolent Presences beside me. It never hurts to try again.
Happy Holidays Everyone, in whatever form, shape or way you decide to celebrate it.
For some reason Utah and Arizona have been calling me lately and I’ll most likely go this summer. It won’t be my first time. Back in 2008, I spent 2 weeks by myself driving along old historic Route 66, exploring 4 Corners, namely Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona:
Went horse-back riding through Monument Valley with a Navajo guide,
Pitched my tent in the Grand Canyon, offered tobacco and was immediately greeted by two condors sweeping in over me,
Stumbled on a dinosaur footprint,
Had an encounter with a ghost in my hotel room in Jerome at the Mile High Inn , an old mining town which is considered one of the most haunted towns in America,
Fell in love with Taos, New Mexico,
Spent several of my mornings watching the sun come up over the cliffs while soaking in the hot springs next to the Rio Grande River in Taos,
Went to hot baths underneath cliffs,
Missed running into Paul McCartney by 10 minutes at a diner Elvis Presley used to go to in Williams, Arizona (he and his then-girlfriend-now-wife were exploring Route 66 the same time as I was. In fact, I got the same booth they sat at and the seat was still warm),
Had my first meeting with Hopi Elders, explored Mount Zion, Grande Escalante and Bryce Canyon National Parks and basically drove about 5000 km by myself through some of the most breath-taking parts of the United States.
Watch this video, pay particular attention to the QUALITY of the souls here, not the dogma and theology involved:
Honestly, people like the anchorites described here freak me out (in a good way). India has a long, long tradition of wandering fakirs, hermits and sadhus which I’m sure many of you have heard of or seen if you’ve ever visited India.
Likewise Tibet also has a long tradition of yogis, monks or nuns going into seclusion for long-term meditation. Fewer and fewer of them exist with each passing year and the sad part is as they go, so do the teachings as well, since much of their insight is not based on dogma and jargon but rather direct experience.
However, I had no idea that anchorite monks and nuns still existed in the Orthodox world. Whenever I hear about such pure souls like these, it makes me wonder how they can still exist in this age of globalization, instant gratification, nuclear bombs and digital communication. How they can literally devote their entire life to contemplate and attempt to understand the Infinite in solitude and in remoteness.
It got me wondering about the nature of genuine spiritual seeking and I’m pretty sure there are different levels of it. In my opinion, the demarcation line is, without question, the market economy. I know I’ve gotten flack for this in past blog posts but you simply cannot mix spirit with money. I firmly believe that. It was what was taught to me by my first teacher back in Cappadocia as well as the Native Elders I spent time with in Canada and the US. If you do, it won’t last for very long and there’s always inevitably some blow-back. But the very fact that it doesn’t last long should also signal right away the level of authenticity and genuineness involved. It’s like fast-food for the soul. It satiates the hunger for like a minute but the hunger comes back even stronger than ever after a while.
Sure, you can sell your abilities, do tarot readings, astrology readings, psychic channelings, yoga classes which emphasize stretching instead of hard-core Vedanta, books based on your insights if you’ve got an aptitude and talent for it or suggest donations for services rendered, but I don’t think you can sell genuine and authentic teachings which usually come from very deep, painful and hard-won experiences and you certainly can’t sell such intensely personal experiences. They either happen to you or they don’t. You either get it or you don’t. When I watch the people who yell the loudest, “Why not?”, I can almost guarantee you’re probably dealing with someone who can’t even imagine a life which exists outside of the capitalist market economy. Yes, I get it, we have to eat, but we’re not just animals trying to eke out a life. I think we’re more than that.
This isn’t going to be an anti-capitalist rant. My own anarchist inclinations and sympathies are pretty evident to those of you who have been reading this blog for a while now. Maybe I’ll write in another blog post why I’m an anarchist, but I really do think anarchy is the only system we’ve got which acknowledges human beings as creatures with spiritual and social potentials to be fulfilled, not just economic ones. Minds far greater than mine have already written about how radical a philosophy capitalism is and how in its extreme forms eats up everything in sight, all resources, water, land, air, human beings, bodies, life, love, sex, food, shelter, everything and the obsession of infinite growth, infinite productivity and infinite profits eventually starts cannibalizing on itself. We’re already seeing it happen. When a society enters that stage, life and society becomes unbelievably coarse and human life isn’t worth a hill of beans.
The thing with authentic spirituality is that it leads you away from this world, from an existence which is based on a material, mathematically deterministic Cartesian model towards something which very often cannot be quantified and pinned down. Capitalism is its purest form, engulfs you even deeper into the material and physical. There’s literally no room for the soul there. Therein lies the conflict.
Sure, there are many things which money can’t buy, but have you ever noticed they’re usually the first qualities to be missing in a person who is so utterly engulfed in the material, they don’t even “see” what they’re lacking? The lack of manners, character, decency, class, integrity and moral fortitude? Unfortunately, these types are everywhere.
Ultimately, it is about what is negotiable and what is non-negotiable in your own life and your own spiritual journey. The only thing I can add is that when it comes to matters of the spirit, there are some things which are non-negotiable, no matter how you cut it.
Given the recent shootings in San Bernadino, CA and the fact that British Parliament under David Cameron have now voted to bomb Syria even though the British public DON’T want it, it would seem this week’s and in particular this weekend’s astrological climate is a very, very testy one and I really hate saying this, but a trigger-happy one as well. Here is former British MP, Lord Tony Benn, making a speech about NOT bombing Iraq back in 1998 (and yes, that is a young Jeremy Corbyn sitting behind him).
Carl Boudreau put out a quick post out on Facebook yesterday.
“This new, zig-zag, up and down energetic pattern that emerged at some point in the last couple of years did, in fact, become the norm. This weekend is an extreme example of this new norm.
This weekends ‘flurry’ of negative aspects, considered collectively, dramatically increases the odds of negative occurrences and the prevalence of bad attitudes.
It is always difficult to say whether or not negative aspects will produce negative events, especially at the micro- or nano- levels. They almost always do at the macro level. Your mileage may vary.
If, miraculously, these aspects do not spawn a rash of negative events at the macro level, they will certainly darken the energetics and the sensitive among us will doubtless feel this heightened negativity. Others might simply appreciate the heads up.
Be advised, then. This weekend could get rough. People could simply be feeling grumpy and more inclined to snap or confront others. Hostility will likely peak. Or violence prone individuals could feel inspired to act out. The astrological backdrop does not, however, support the idea that these aspects could trigger a global outbreak of violence.”
Steve Judd has also pretty much said that he’s laying low this weekend as well.
Astrologers have this old saying, “The stars impel, they do not compel”. In other words, nothing is written in stone but the dance of the planets and the cosmos at times releases certain energies where the likelihood of something bad happening may suddenly spike especially if it affects certain individuals, places or events which may be more open to these energies than others. So at times like these, don’t travel if you don’t have to. Stay away from people who you know will push your buttons. Lay low, do some yoga, mind your own business. Get some reading done ( it’s good for your brain anyway).
Personally, I’m holing up at home to paint my nails, watch a marathon of Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn films and then hang out with my dad to learn how to cook Mughal-style Biryani, from scratch.
Stay safe everyone.
“I have discussed the world’s gradual emergence from a social, political and economic imbalance that massively favored the 1%. This imbalance was caused by a planetary arrangement that first went into effect in the early 1980s. Roughly 30 years of this imbalance left the world’s social, economic and political systems in very serious need of reform….Progressive victories are no longer sporadic (i.e the rise of Bernie Sanders, the election of Jeremy Corbyn and Justin Trudeau). They no longer seem like flukes. Hope and the determination to bring change are quietly suffusing global collective consciousness. ..The astrological tables have turned. The economic and political tables appear to be turning also. Many of us want to hear that trickles of reform will soon combine into surging, torrents of reform. But the planets are telling us something different. They seem, rather, to be talking about long, slow, carefully thought out changes.
I know that many want to see a global surge – a rapid and sustained acceleration – of progressive reform. We want to see the collective consciousness lit brightly from within with a burning enthusiasm for sensible, realistic, practical, lasting, but above all, quick reform….The charts, then, are talking more about process than they are about substance, or content. The planets are saying that rather than a shared passion for reform, the people of the world will develop a shared passion for careful reasoning, guided by a will to heal, uplift and preserve, colored by a will to fairness and compassion. That is not the same thing as a unified global reform movement.”
With climate-change talks happening in Paris as I write this, several newspapers declaring that it is the end of reality TV (Thank God!), McDonald’s, once a teflon-like corporate behemoth, is set to close almost 700 restaurants around the world and has been facing sliding sales the past few years due to changing consumer tastes, and Black Friday sales this past week at a record low, consumers are less interested in buying cheap, shitty stuff they don’t really need but are now wanting to spend their money on accruing experiences instead. It would seem that on a deeper, even subconscious level, there is an underground change which is germinating. In my mind that’s a sign, even a small, incremental one, of some emotional and spiritual maturity taking place. We’ll see if it catches on within the larger public and the masses.
The thing with changing directions towards something better is that there is an awful lot of hard work involved. The easiest thing on Earth is to stay where you are and keep doing what you’ve always done and NOT change your routine or habits. Personally, I think that’s the reason so many people are miserable, they simply don’t want to change their routine.
We all want to see things turn out for the best, we all want happiness, respect and love for ourselves and others, we all want to live on a planet which provides us with clean air to breath, clean water to drink, healthy food to nourish us, a roof over our heads to keep us safe and warm, we all want to find meaning in our lives and experiences. However despite what New Age potboiler, well-intentioned but misguided marketing non-profit campaigns and a market economy that wants to keep you in place as a mindless consumer and a powerless vessel for corporate and political entities, change only happens when every last one of us puts our shoulder to the wheel. You have to work your ass off if you want real change and not just hope that somebody else or some external factor will do it for you. It takes some gumption and guts. To paraphrase Sarah Harrison of Wikileaks, courage is contagious.
Legendary French film director Louis Malle did an epic 7-part documentary series on India called “Phantom India” back in 1968/9 which was aired on French TV and then eventually the BBC. In a lifetime of work which included the beloved “My Dinner with Andre” and “Atlantic City”, Malle considered “Phantom India” the pinnacle of his work. (All 7 parts are up on Youtube, just be sure to hit the CC button on the bottom of each video to get English subtitles since it is all in French.)
He ended the series in part 7 with the following words and a dramatic visual scene of men literally pushing a cartload of salt along railway tracks with the brute force of their own bodies. (from 49:09 in the video below.)
“In India we discovered with wonder, another way of being, another way of living and seeing the world that made us all feel nostalgic, like a secret forever lost. But we felt all along it was a world living on borrowed time. Here, where the population is greater than Africa and South America combined, modern life increasingly takes the form of man exploiting his fellow man.”
We still have some time to change Malle’s last words in the film. We still have some time to rediscover that lost secret. But not by much.
“Rebels share much in common with religious mystics. They hold fast to a vision that often they alone can see. They view rebellion as a moral imperative, even as they concede that the hope of success is slim and at times impossible. Rebels, a number of whom I interviewed for this book, are men and women endowed with a particular obstinacy. Willing to accept deprivation and self-sacrifice, they are not overly concerned with defeat. They endure through a fierce independence and courage. Many, maybe most, have difficult and eccentric personalities. The best of them are driven by a profound empathy, even love, for the vulnerable, the persecuted and the weak….There is nothing rational about rebellion. To rebel against insurmountable odds is an act of faith, without which the rebel is doomed. This faith is intrinsic to the rebel the way caution and prudence are intrinsic to those who seek to fit into existing power structures. The rebel, possessed by inner demons and angels, is driven by a vision.”
– Chris Hedges
“Wages of Rebellion: The Moral Imperative of Revolt”
I just finished reading Chris Hedges’ latest book and its fantastic. I know he’s been doing interviews lately promoting the book but for those of you unfamiliar with him and his work, this recent interview he did with VICE gives you a pretty idea of where he’s coming from.
In my opinion, he’s going to be Noam Chomsky’s intellectual heir on the political front, when Professor Chomsky eventually passes on (knock on wood it doesn’t happen anytime soon). I find Hedges interesting not only because of the high calibre and eloquence of his thinking and writing, but he’s one of the few journalists and political writers today who actually has a degree in something else besides journalism and political science. He has a degree in theology from Harvard Divinity School but I’ve never gotten the impression the he’s religious but, like Chomsky, driven by a very deep sense of moral outrage and feels that its his duty to report these things.
Hedges makes a very compelling case in the book that in an age of globalization, complete corporate control of our life, our food supply, our media, information and even our entertainment, persons who refuse to fall in line are violently dealt with. Usually it involves incarceration say like in the cases of Chelsea Manning or Mumia Abu Jamal (which is actually a profit-driven industry in the US, particularly in rural areas where many of these facilities are located), exile like in Edward Snowden’s case, and in many cases, death (Socrates, Malcolm X, Sitting Bull, Ken Saro-Wiwa, etc. etc. etc.). In essence, rebels are those persons who have completely and utterly lost their fear. They’re going for broke because there’s nothing left to lose anymore. That’s real freedom.
I think many people forget that even though “being a rebel” is marketed as something sexy these days, there’s very little that’s sexy about it in real terms and in real life. They’re usually ostracized, forgotten about, they usually never have any kind of material or financial security, family and romantic relationships are always a mess since their mind and hearts are constantly somewhere else, nobody will ever completely understand then, simple things like Starbucks chai lattes, which give most people joy, bug the living fuck out of them. Other little things, like seeing bare tree branches in the winter against a full moon sky, which no one notices or takes for granted on the other hand, completely delight them. They “see” too much and it can be a source of irritation and mental aggravation that no one else sees how banal, empty, immature, useless, temporary and juvenile many of these preoccupations are. In this regard, Hedges is spot on; the rebel’s life is not that different from the mystic or the person who wants to lead a deeper spiritual life. While the rebel rejects the social, political and economic status quo and tries to find meaning in the material world, the mystic tries to find meaning in the spiritual world.
One of the things which bothers me about the plastic New Age and faux-religious types, is that they think that the spiritual life is going to be a cakewalk. Love, light and laughter bullshit. That going to confession at church or to your daily yoga class will activate your chakras and you’ll somehow be able to meditate your problems away. Or they think that by “becoming spiritual”, they attract what Alan Watts once called “psychic technologies” like being a pre-cog.
Its not. Its messy as hell. You’re always going to be an outsider. You’re going to see things other people don’t thanks to your intuition. Information you don’t even want, will find its way to you because you’re emotionally and spiritually mature enough to hold it, not sell it. Like Cassandra of ancient Greek myth, a Trojan princess who had the gift of prophecy but was cursed in that no one would ever believe her, you can sometimes see phantasmagoric patterns developing a few miles away, yet no one really listens or believes you. You just cannot settle for anything less than full transparency, full authenticity and full honesty. You might even have a literal, physical reaction to anything or anyone inauthentic or disingenuous like nausea, vomiting, developing ulcers, grinding your teeth, or breaking out into hives.
I’m watching whats happening in the world these days, especially with Syria and this Russian plane which the Turkish military shot down.
No good is going to come of this, and already Russia is placing sanctions on Turkey. (I should clarify, when I say Russia or Turkey, I mean their military and political leaders, not the people who come from those countries.) Anyway you look at this, Turkey is going to lose. I don’t think Putin will allow it to happen, he’s way too intelligent, but if push comes to shove, a full-on conflict happens between these two countries, I highly doubt the EU will back Turkey and NATO may initially back up Turkey but if there is a dogfight with Russia, Turkey will be the first country cut loose, sacrificed and stabbed in the back.
Without a doubt, this is the fault of Erdogan’s hubris, ambition and the grandiose “plans” he has for northern Syria. Namely, take Syrian territory and oil for himself and his son, Bilal, under the name of Turkey and ensure that a Kurdistan or independent Kurdish country is NEVER formed out of Turkish, Syrian and Iraqi land. Many of these paid mercenaries who are a part of ISIL are recruits from other Turkic speaking countries and areas like Turkmenistan, the Uighar region of Western China (some of these ISIL towns are now being called “Chinese towns” by local Syrians because of the influx of Uighar mercenaries) in an attempt to make parts of Syria more Turkish.
Going back to mystics, there was an Greek Orthodox monk who died back in 1994, Elder Paisios, who was canonized as a saint last year and he is now known as Saint Paisios the Athonite and is venerated throughout the Orthodox world. Born in Cappadocia, his family re-located to mainland Greece during the bitter and painful population exchange back in the 1920s. Russian television and Greek television regularly show documentaries about him, his prophecies and his life. While he was steeped in his Greek Orthodox religiosity, I have no doubt he was as authentic a mystic as they come. Watch any Youtube video about his prophecies and you’ll understand quickly why they’ve been showing his documentaries even more lately. He was spot-on about the Greek economic crisis and now this Russian and Turkish spat. According to St. Paisios, it doesn’t end there. There’s more to come. Only time will tell if he is correct or not.
When it comes to real rebels and mystics, when they speak, pick up your ears just a little bit more. There’s information there we all need to know and hear.
“Magic is the science and practice of influence. If objects or beings have a positive influence on the world around them, we call this white magic, and if they disrupt, disturb or destroy, we call this black magic. In that sense we can consider everything as magic: gestures, words, looks, sounds, colors, geometrical shapes, and so on. And the same goes for animals, plants and minerals: inasmuch as they have an effect on beings, attracting or repelling them, healing them or making them ill, they have magical power.
When we look at the sun, the stars, mountains or lakes, we can feel the effect and the influence they have on us. And to a certain extent, we influence them as well. And because everything in the universe influences everything else, magic is everywhere. When you understand this and endeavor to think, feel and act positively, you will become a white mage.”
– Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov
As per Aivanhov’s quote above, some serious black magic went down in Paris. I’m not going to dwell on what happened too much; already websites, conspiracy researchers, political pundits the world over are in overdrive right now, analyzing what happened, by whom and why. I’ll leave it to them to pick up the breadcrumb trail.
I will only say this; usually if you follow the money trail and ask those kinds of questions like “Who paid for those guns?” “Who is funding ISIS?”, “Where is the cash really coming from to pay for their training and hardware?”, “Who is paying ISIS fighters?”, it’ll probably get you further along in solving these mysteries. but it would seem black market forensic accounting and finance are not nearly sexy enough to pursue (or perhaps too blatantly exposing?) than pointing fingers and fueling xenophobia and stressing out an already stressed-out situation in order to gain some political capital. I just don’t think those questions are being followed up on aggressively enough.
I know Vladimir Putin is currently being demonized in the West and like all politicians of course, he has his own agenda, but I think both he and the amazing Australian independent journalist, John Pilger, pretty much nailed it, in the video below and in this article, respectively.
Do a little math, pay attention to history and it’s not hard to figure out that the American invasion of Iraq, Afghanistan and eventually of Syria (if they get what they want) is what opened this Pandora’s Box of craziness. I don’t blame Bush Jr. I
know he was am almost positive he was comatose most of the time he was in office anyway and was played as a puppet.
The real thugs were Donald Rumsfeld and Dick Cheney, both of whom are obsessed with American Grand Strategy and Imperialism, and both of whom seem to be missing in action now. (Rumsfeld I understand is now buying up all the real estate he can in super-New Agey and super-liberal, Taos, New Mexico. When I was there, a buddy of mine told me Rumsfeld is positively despised in the community and he has to wear a mask when he goes skiing in the mountains there so no one can recognize him since everybody gives him stinky eye all the time. And Cheney…I don’t think he’s human. I think he’s like the robot in the “Terminator” films, he has iced-cold liquid mercury running in his veins which keeps him alive.)
There’s a serious story here somewhere, probably a hot-mess soup involving weapons manufacturers, arms dealers, the military industrial complex, the heroin and opium trade in central Afghanistan, off-shore accounts, international banking cartels, American Grand Strategy, intelligence agencies like the CIA, MI6 and Mossad, oil money, lecherous Saudis and paid Western politicians. Like penicillin bacterium growing on my window sill, I don’t know the dirty details, the various relationships and I certainly can’t see it but I’m sure it’s there. Germs are all alike – you can’t see them but you’ll eventually see the symptoms of the disease they all trigger. You just gotta know what you’re seeing isn’t a cause by itself by a symptom of something far deeper.
Spiritual teachings the world over stress the unity of everything, how everything is interconnected in the web of life. I have no doubt the same rule applies on the darker side of existence as well.
I’m going to end this with a bit of a white magick trick. I was discussing this a few nights ago with a friend that there are times, I’m sure we have all felt, when we prayed, meditated and pleaded with the Un-i-verse to please give us a sign, any sign, that something or someone has heard us and instead, there’s absolutely nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Dead silence. We wait and wait and nothing shows up or happens.
However, the second you make a move in the right direction, you make a difficult but right decision, you say something right and true even if you are scared everyone will hate you for it, you move towards the truth even if all the chips are down and you’re terrified, the strangest thing is going to happen to you. Out of nowhere, you’re going to feel strength returning, you’re going to feel something “warm” for lack of a better word, you’re gong to feel a lightness in your limbs which wasn’t there before, which will keep propelling you forward. That’s your sign. It begins with that feeling but if you keep going along that path, you’re going to start to feel Presences around you, the good kind, you’re going to lose the fear, you’re going to start living second by second. And that’s real Magic. Use it well.
The past few weeks, I’ve noticed some VERY prominent people have come under fire for speaking their truth. Honestly, it’s the last gaseous burps of a system which is running on empty if you ask me.
Aussie commentator and thinker, Max Igan was viciously attacked a few weeks ago after delivering a pro-Palestine speech at the 2015 Freedom Summits in Byron Bay, Australia on October 23rd. Max is probably one of the most passionate campaigners out there for a free Palestine and a very deep spiritual thinker and seriously, one of the nicest blokes you can talk to if you ever get the chance. He was attacked from behind while walking out of food shop, took several blows to the back of the head and 4 or 5 kicks to the torso and suffered some bruising and two cracked ribs. If anything, it has emboldened him even more. If you don’t already listen to his weekly podcasts or weekly vlogs on Youtube, you’re missing out on probably one of the wisest, clearest voices out there.
Then there is bad-boy filmmaker Quentin Tarantino who joined a demonstration against police brutality a few weeks ago and basically said it’s time to call a spade, a spade. Now the Fraternal Order of Police Officers have threatened him with “a surprise”. A few police unions in the United States are calling for a boycott of his upcoming film “The Hateful Eight” but this is the first time I’ve ever heard of actual police organizations threatening a public figure with some kind of violence, implied or real.
Another actor, activist and Renaissance hunk, Viggo Mortensen called it in a recent interview with Democracy Now! that Tarantino was completely justified in his comments. It would seem to me that cops publicly threatening someone for stating the obvious, is a sign that cops are more worried about their reputation, privilege and power and maintaining it than actually doing their job, which is protecting the public.
And then there is of course, uber-actor Benedict Cumberbatch. In recent weeks, during his 3-month sold-out run of “Hamlet” in London, he’s been collecting funds from the audience for the Syrian refugee crisis. They’ve collected something like £150 000 British pounds just from audiences pockets after each show during the run of the play. He’s also expressed deep disappointment with UK Home Secretary Teresa May and wanting to discuss the situation with her directly. He even went so far as last week saying “fuck the politicians” on stage during curtain calls for their inertia on this issue. My understanding is that Ben has friends in activist circles, some of whom have been volunteering on the island of Lesbos where thousands of refugees have been showing up in their rubber dinghy boats almost daily now so he knows whats actually happening there.
(Ben, I flippin’ love you and I cannot *wait* to see you in Marvel Comics’ “Dr. Strange” next year when you finally get all mystical and spiritual on film. I know there must be a parallel universe in this multiverse we’re in, where we’ve been married off in a small hilltop Greek Orthodox chapel in Patmos, Greece, at a wedding officiated by Patmos resident, David Bowie, and Depeche Mode’s Martin Gore sings “Home” for us during a barefoot beach BBQ bonfire wedding reception. Where we have epic make-up sex after we fight, looking out over dark, gothic windswept cliffs in the middle of a rainy thunderstorm and just the 12-string symphonic break of Bauhaus’ “Mask” – 2:41 onwards – is playing in loop in the background somewhere. There. I Said It.)
Badass alternative researcher David Icke is doing a world tour during 2016-2017 and while I know he can’t come to Canada because of some shady legal influences at work which prevents him from presenting in this country, I’m still kicking myself for not going down to New York City back in 2008 the last time he was there. I’ll definitely go the NYC show this time, unless of course he and his team decide to do shows closer to Canada like Burlington, VT or even Boston for the Montreal crowd, Buffalo, NY for the Toronto crowd and Seattle, WA for Vancouver since these spots are all within driving distance. (David, if your people need help organizing something close to Montreal, let me know.)
All of these examples point out a system which is choking on its own hubris, which cannot tolerate dissenting views and goes after anyone and everyone who may have them, even persons with money and influence. There is something else quite curious about these examples. Had these things happened even 5 or 7 years ago, these persons would be black-listed, jailed and silenced and you would never hear from them again. Now, not so much. I think the millennials, the dying-off of baby boomers and their values, social media and the breath-taking speed with which information moves, now all have something to do with the popularity of hearing alternative voices and opinions.
I’ve written about the so-called Truth Vibrations in various posts extensively. What I am noticing is that persons, incidents or stories which have a grain of authenticity and genuineness are the ones which are going viral now, never mind what the source is. It’s that kernel of authenticity which is attracting people, despite what slick pollsters and marketers would like you to believe. If it resonates on an emotional level, then BOOM! off it goes and takes on a life of its own.
Deep down inside, people aren’t dumb. We all have an intuitive and emotional side which jives with the truth when we encounter it…and likewise we have a side which is automatically repelled when it encounters bullshit. I think people’s spiritual and emotional antennae are getting more fine-tuned but I also think people’s tolerance for bullshit is also evaporating. Rapidly.
“But the Fringe Dweller I speak of are those whose spirit – the very core of their being – is leaving or has left the system. They have detached and projected themselves out of the destiny and evolution of the common man, and the tribal and national folk wave. These spiritual Fringe Dwellers usually have an alignment to the Universal God, which comes from their own sense of Spirit that is now individualizing away from the tribal wave… Are the Fringe Dwellers just a few mystics, ascetics, or hippy wackos? No way. Millions of people all over the globe have now taken the step. Many are very normal and socially well-adjusted…It’s just that they have detached from the emotional alignment of common concerns and interests…They have no ax to grind or cause to expound. They honestly believe that they are in their last human experience…In questioning them, they all say they don’t want to come back. They know they have finished…Seeing life as energy and looking at themselves they begin to embrace the truth. they move from ego to Spirit. It hurts at first, and there is much to process and to go beyond…If you are a spiritual Fringe Dweller – or if you are becoming one – the first point of reconciliation is to admit it. You have to understand that you have projected yourself out of this world, so you may never really fit in anywhere. People will mostly reject your ideas. You may never gain the recognition or acceptance to which your talents may suggest you’re entitled to…Trying to fit in is silly…it burns energy. Wake up to the weirdo within you and don’t apologize for it. Just be it. Love it. Nurture it. Look within it…
I have never wanted children.
I just never related to it and never once had a hormonal impulse towards having them or felt the need. Even as a kid, I hated playing with dolls and baby prams and preferred being out on my bike, climbing trees and making forts or tree-houses. Exploring the world seemed far more fascinating than pretending to change a dirty diaper.
When you tell people, that as a woman, you don’t want kids most people either think you’re a freak, abnormal child-hater or some selfish monster. No matter how much you try explaining to them that you just don’t *feel* it and that deep down inside, you already know you’re only going to end up resenting those souls, even on a subconscious level, for taking up a large part of your freedom and space for 20 odd years, hinder your mobility and hinder any deeper spiritual work you may be attempting and that it will be a terrible, terrible mistake and deeply unfair to those souls, they always come up with some cockamamie response like “Oh, you’ll change your mind”, “It will be different when its your own” or “Just wait till you meet the right guy.” Or you get condescending faux-sympathy like in this article. What I also find even more insulting is that these commentators seem to think they have a right to express an opinion about what you should be doing with your body and time, like they have a right to it. Yeah, right.
There has been a plethora or articles recently of women citing their specific reasons why they have decided to remain childfree. There has also been an even stronger backlash as to why all women should have children. The reasons are as diverse as humanity itself. Infertility is one. Some people are afraid of becoming bad parents given their own life history. Some people are asexual and don’t physically want it. Over-population, being environmentally sensitive are others. I think they are all valid, but very few look at the spiritual reason behind being childfree.
No, it’s not a question of meeting the right guy or anything as simplistic as that. Like Stuie wrote, as well as Dolores Cannon in some of her books, kids are karma and I made the decision that I really don’t want to come back here. Personally, I’m done. That’s not a nihilistic, pessimistic, deathist stance. Rather, it’s really, truly knowing that this world is all illusion and you can either get enmeshed deeper and deeper into the illusion and accumulate “stuff” (and karma and drama)…or see it for what it is and decide to travel light and accumulate having experiences and insights instead, and knowing which option will make you individually happier and at peace in the long run.
A few blog posts ago I briefly discussed Lexigrams. The word THEATRE also has the words EARTH, THREAT, HEART, ETHER and I believe it was the English bard William Shakespeare who once wrote:
It’s about being brutally honest with yourself and knowing which path you need to take, a materialistic one or a spiritual one. One isn’t necessarily better than the other. They both have their pluses and minuses. It’s about figuring out the right one for you. How much are the things you “want” really wants (or needs) which come from a deep, organic, personal place within you or is it a synthetic “want” which was created outside of you (marketing, propaganda, economic, religious, social and cultural indoctrination etc.) and somewhere along the line, you internalized that “want”, but really, it is not yours, it is an implant? It’s just a thought.
We’re all only playing bit parts in a Grand Play. Everyone is putting on an act to some degree. At work. On social media. In their relationships. It’s up to you to wake up to the deeper reality and know when its time to take the mask off. Most people never will and you know exactly who they are. They find solace in clinging to their illusions and comforts and sticking to the script and that’s just their journey. There’s nothing wrong with that. Stuie Wilde would have called these folks, people who follow “tick-tock“.
I have a good friend, who for the purposes of this blog post I will name Michael. Mike is a worldwide internet security expert, his specialty is spam and online fraud like those annoying Nigerian banking scams, but he works closely with law enforcement and a whole bunch of alphabet agencies around the world and their experts. Many of his friends in that sector also work with very dark matters as investigating online pedophile rings and human trafficking.
I see him maybe once every 6 months since typical two work weeks for him may involve a stop in Singapore then off to Paris for a meeting and then maybe Washington DC before coming home to Montreal. We became great buddies since we both love the same kind of music (he offered to fly me out to Edinburgh a few years ago just to attend a Roxy Music reunion concert), both of us own and love pugs and both of us enjoy hitting Montreal’s better dining spots (Global bad-assed foodie Anthony Bourdain has already visited most of them on his various shows, but if you’re wanting really good eats in Montreal, you can’t beat Joe Beef, Liverpool House, Nora Gray, Tuck Shop, and Kazu). Plus he’s a fantastic dinner companion and an amazing story-teller with lots of very insightful and very funny opinions. So when he calls last-minute, like he usually does, I make time and go.
Things have undergone a seismic shift of sorts here in Canada. Sith Lord, Stephen Harper is gone and the very photogenic Justin Trudeau is now our new Prime Minister. Seriously, even on a psychic level, it feels like a black cloud hovering over Canada has finally moved on. It has been very amusing to watch the press and media around the world react to the younger Trudeau. Admittedly the reaction has been superficial, concentrating on his good looks as well as his wife Sophie Gregoire-Trudeau or his Punjabi bhangra-dancing skills.