I Am

I made it to the other side and outwardly it looks just like the old world, but it is not definitely not the same. It is highly malleable and less dense, therefore it is much easier to move about. The molecules are very giving. With the slightest thought they begin to move around and regather themselves as prescribed by my clearly and dearly formulated intention. It is necessary to exercise some caution and realign myself with the good several times during the day, because there seem to be slight traces of the old world drifting around like wisps of cloud. They seem innocuous, but it has been so hard to get here that I'm not taking any chances. As I intuit their presence I immediately shake them off, unless I clearly percieve them as tools needed to exercise specific spiritual muscles. My joy is unbounded. I am feminine and receptive today. Bring it!

Paradise

 

NOT MY HTML SETTINGS!

I didn't know what Html meant when I started writing this blog, but when I clicked on the link in the just published blog I saw that it led to some sort of advertisement! [from a 2008 blog of mine "Living the real Christian life in our present world is impossible. If one chooses to be a real Christian, it must kept a secret. One must live in the catacombs of society and try to live out the simple principles of Christianity on a minute to minute basis, "in the closet", so to speak, or it's not Christianity, it's advertisement, which in my opinion, is the real anti-christ".] Shocker! So I went back and tried to erase the Html items and was able to erase the one that said "Manhattan", but the one that said "complete" would not erase! Then I noticed that in my 4/29 blog that the word "complete" was Htmled, TOO! I did not do this on purpose, but now that I know what Html means, watch out!
Oh oh_ IT just Htmled the words "writing" and "makes money".
Looks like Google is editing my blog for me just like it is editing my pictures in "Picasa". Mark just asked me last night how Google makes money. NOW I see! Well, this is one way for an obscure artist to get a little viewing, because, after all, what is an artist without an audience?___the sound of one hand clapping.

More Mayan Stuff

The painting that I carried to Manhattan in 1987 and gave to Andy Warhol in his studio was done on a sixteen inch square, gold-laden circuit board. For ten years I could not remember what I had painted on it. It only recently dawned on me that what I had painted was a yellow counterclockwise spiral ending in an arrow which pointed to the word "Home". With the previously described "wobble" coming to and end and the reverse spin of the arc just now beginning, as I previously wrote about in this blog (4/24/11), it became clear to me that this was an important piece of work. Today I began randomly reading from "The Mayan Factor; Path Beyond Technology" (Jose Arguelles,1987,Bear & Company)and randomly opened to page (149)where he begins to describe the path of technology that leads from pre-history to post-history and clearly points to the quickening acceleration and synchronization of the "allele", or "sleeping gene" which will lead us out of the master/slave relationship with NATURE. I have never doubted that "Something's happening here, but what it is isn't exactly clear", but each day it becomes more and more clear. Yesterday, in my euphoric alpha state I kept hearing the words "Now we see darkly, as in a glass, but then we will see face to face". I marked yesterday as the first day or synchronization on my personal calendar. Oh boy! Is this little artist happy today! Big, big hugs to you. Love, Shaggyshamana

Alpha State Euphoria: Is it a sign?

Both Mark and I experienced complete euphoria in our early morning ALPHA state, even though I awoke two hours before he did. After he got up I told him about my fantastic awarenesses, then he told me he had the same thoughts and feelings. I asked him if he thought it was the Mayan beam beginning to transit and he said that yes he thought this was definately occurring. But I got tired and cranky later in the day, so it's definately not 100% installed YET. Hold on, it's coming.

Thank God For AA

The density is increasing now as the spin is coming to a complete halt. I am cetain that without my AA experience I would be reaching for some chemical right now to releive the pressure I feel. AA tells me that "feelings are not facts" and that if I "don't take nuthin" it will get better. I believe them with all my heart and soul. For over six years I forgot what I painted on the circuitboard I gave to Andy Warhol in his studio in New York in 1987. I remember now. It was a yellow counterclockwise spiral with an arrow on the end and the word "HOME". It is meaningful that I painted it on a gold impregnated cicuitboard, because herenow is where technololgy meets consciouness. All the little pieces are falling into place. Every single little line I scribbled has meaning, but I don't have any attacment or feelings about that amazing fact. My only job now is to stay healthy and clean and sober. Not an easy task, but a simple one. No complexities allowed. We can do this thing.

The Wobble Announcing the New Beam

"The Earth's passage through the synchronization beam is analogous to the counter clockwise spin (of the arc). As the counterclockwise spin comes to a halt there is an increase in the wobble, a shake-up effect occurs, then...the clockwise spin commences." Jose Arguelles [The Mayan Factor page 155] I'm not enjoying this wobble so much, but as a shaman warrior, it's my duty to prevail. Those darn snails sure make it hard, though. I have to handpick each one and carry it away. I accidentally squished a couple of them and it was simply agonizing. I felt like I was being squished! Yuk!

"This time the girl is going to stay..."

I am who I thought I was, but kept talking myself out of believing it.

Here Comes the Sun

Reading the GLOSSARY of "The Mayan Factor: The Path Beyond Technology", by Dr. Arguelles, is like reading the code book for virtually ALL of MY ART. I have always, always wondered what I was doing and why I was doing it. Now I definitely know. All of my doubts about 2012 have been erased. The Ahau Kines are very busy with me today! I took one long, last look at materialism over the week-end and rejected all of it. The veil of illusion has been rent and I see Huyub Caan It's about time. Duh.

Perry Lane

I was freaked out to see the little house I lived in was the same one were Ken Kesey lived. This is on the infamous Perry Lane where the Merry Pranksters gathered before their cross-country trip in the phychedelic bus, "Further", which Tom Wolfe wrote about in the "Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test". The atmosphere was ripe. It's up behind Stanford in Menlo Park.

He moved in right after I moved out. Trippy!

Atlantis Rising

I think everyone likes pictures. They look especially nice with the black background. Today all my arrogance and hubris has been squelched by the universe. I don't mind. I need constant pruning because I'm a wild one. I call this picture "Atlantis Rising". I forgot why. Hope you like it.

That's What I'm Talkin' About!

It was storming today, but when I turned a corner on my way to the store, a huge full rainbow appeared at the exact moment that Israel Kamakawiwo'ole began to sing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". My days are filled with such streams of pure joy. I'm just saying...

This artwork is a type of healing painting I did in 2007 called a "White Tara" and must be completed within 24 hours. It worked. Zachary recovered! I'm sure some good doctors helped, also!

More About What Love Is Not

"Romance " is not love. Romance is generally understood to derive from medieval verse and bears the idea of fantasy. It has nothing to do with successful daily living. It is not practical. "Practical" sounds very boring, but here's the kicker; if we can train ourselves away from all forms of escape, such as "romance", on a daily basis, we can experience a sort of constant "high"__almost like a steady orgasm. Really. This painting is of the Los Gatos Trail near our house.

What Love Is Not

Blogs are a medium for expressing our opinions. Everything I write is simply that and no more. Since it's Valentine's Day (read: another excuse to spend money on unnecessary, unwanted and usually unhealthy items. ). Human LOVE IS NOT A FEELING, it is ACTION. When we love someone we DO something to help make their life fuller and richer. We ENCOURAGE them to seek their own dreams and honor themselves. We DEMONSTRATE to them, through our own actions, how to take care of THEMSELVES. We SHOW them how we have achieved our own goals. We don't relieve them of their responsibilities. We don't create burdens for them by allowing ourselves to become ill and needy. WE DON'T CO-SIGN THEIR BULLSHIT. We don't look the other way when they are hurting themselves or someone else. Human love is HARD, HARD WORK. It's not the same as the love of animals (or insects!). The difference is that human beings have choices__animals don't. I choose to love YOU today by managing my time and energy (they are the ONLY resources I really own) so that I can take the time to sit down and write. All I ever wanted to do was to do art and write. I spend about %70 percent of my waking time doing those two things. Oh yeah, BTW, what most folks call LOVE is really just a burning desire for good hot sex. Nothing wrong with that, but it ain't love.

Not An Elephant Seal, But...

A strange thing happened to me after watching that great video of the woman and the elephant seal snuggling on the beach. I was tidying up around my chair and lifted up my garden shoe. There, lying on his back, all eight legs and antennae waving frantically, was a tiny earwig. My first instinct was the same as most folks first reaction would be. "Eeeuuuu! An earwig!" But that video had a profound impact on my sensibilities. I took a post-it note and lifted him up to see if he was hurt. He didn't seem to be. I actually felt sorry for him! He was struggling with all his might to turn himself over. A wave of love swept through my whole body. It shocked me. I couldn't believe that I actually felt compassion for an earwig! I carried him outside and set him down in some smooth river rocks. I then had to ask myself__do I have that same compassion for my fellow human beings? The truth is that, no, I don't. That revelation is a shock, too, but I know why. More on that subject later.

YOU KNOW it is happening already__. 2012

You know it is happening. Things should be harder to do, but in truth they are happening more easily. Tell the truth. The weather is rotten, prices are high, there is turmoil all over the world, but life is better at a profound phychological and spiritual level in each of our own individual worlds. We are not getting what we have been told to want. Nor are we wanting what we can't get. That's because we KNOW that those things will not make us happy. Our values have fundamentally changed. We cannot work up a good hate or resentment even if we try,no matter how mainstream media tries to convince us that murder, mayhem and poverty are right around the corner, waiting to get us.