The January 20th K.U.S. Bitter End performance was more like the Friday night church of Rock/Soul gospel designed to dispel sluggishness and disconnection. Although this multi-cultural band is independent they marched to the beat of Medley’s drums.
Indigo Mind, Indigo Soul
Trapped in a conscience beyond my control
Blissfully awakened, through the visions of a dreamcatcher
the intertwining strands that corrupt my deepest nightmares
till they are sifted to truth—
and in truth are the wise,
know you are wise; is to be a fool
to follow the path of the universe and nature,
the path of the shamans and ancestors alike
Since the beginning of the year, the 11th of each month has felt…well, different. After the Japanese earthquake, I was sure I wasn’t the only one feeling the 11th. So I googled it and found the 11th of each month described as vibrational portals leading to 11-11-11. On 4-11-11, I felt compelled to hold ceremony so I called up Grandmother Kathy and took her to the beach.
My soul dances with yours all through the night
eternally together
we move as one.
We cover the starlit sky
a thousand miles in a single breath
with freedom and childlike spirit we soar
flying together where time does not exist.
Our energy electrifying the nights sky
we are riding the current of love
an overlapping of passion and truth
two souls rekindled in a place for only them.
Having just got back from the Alchemeyez Visionary Arts Congress in Hawaii, aside from riding the good vibrations, Alchemy and the Transmutation of my reality tunnel/local universe has been constantly on my mind. The event is inspired by Terence's Alchemical Arts Gathering held in 1999, seven months before his passage into the bardo...
Through out my life, exploring the ‘unknown’ to derive some sense of understanding to it, the question of what comes following my death has been an obvious fascination as I am sure it is for most living beings.
Everything that surrounds you now is the revelation we all waited for. There is no hereafter to seek, no ideal state, nothing to improve. The problem is just that we are caught in a quagmire - yet the problem intrinsically does not exist.
A child born innocent, brought into a world of dimensional consciousness, unknowing of what its journey will be, nor knowing of its purpose to being amongst others of its kind; to be tutored by those who have come before it yet again, unknowing of whom amongst them, individual or group, is the honest keeper of truth to wisdom of all earthly and spacial wonderment readily observable by given living
I sat in the darkness of the maloca waiting, massaging my stomach. I could feel things moving inside me, but other than that, my perception seemed normal. The acid taste of Ayahuasca lingered on my tongue like thick, rancid Vegemite.
“Expectations are limitations” Mateo, a facilitator at the temple, had told me in preparation for my first ceremony, “There are no rules.”
These days I think since we can all see our world is destructive as hell, we need to prepare ourselves. Not just mentally, but physically and spiritually. The rebellions, the disasters, this is only the beginning. If we know whats happening, now is our chance to prepare. Get your own lives together. Get together with your people with your same mindsets.
It's obvious that our bodies, minds, and souls are being systematically poisoned by this world's controllers who seek to weaken the ranks of the righteous in order to protect their own wicked schemes against rapidly approaching truth and change, all in a diabolical attempt to secure a massive population of mindless, heartless, numbed-down, dumbed-down mammalian slaves for the purpose of further un
Birth of body, the spirit is re-born
The life led not for glee or forlorn
Outward life experience, but the effect
The spirit’s universal lesson, to detect
The hills and valleys in life’s path
Gained through goodness done, evils wrath
The fleeting time of consciousness’s reign
Is in the end, a spirit’s time to gain
Snowflake, fingerprint, newborn, pocket lent.
All unique, empty, divine.
But with life in its flux
A near infinite crux
Would be had if one searched for that gold soul of mine
For you’d have to collect the entire green earth,
And each star that appears in the night.
Grab the love that I feel, which above all is real,
And shines in the darkness, providing me sight.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
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