Hurhummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

digging deep
deeper than allowed
beyond what your equipment may hold
predating the evolutions
of
religious cultures
before
mythic tales
the
'old ones'
lie
in
the darkest recesses
of
the mind.

when man emerged
arrogantly
personifying this arcane energy
with his God, her gods
the
'old ones'
were disturbed
shaped & shifted
into
concretised ideas
&
flimsy concepts
naturally
'they'
reacted strongly
to our immature
development.

two products ensued
those of
utter 'fear' and utter 'humility'
obviously the latter was most rare
when man forgot
'their' primal power
arrogance prevailed
they were quickly meet
with 'fear'
those who never forgot
faced arrogance
with
courageous 'humility'
and
stood naked
before
'the old ones'
feasting on the secrets
warm, dark, earthy
that
rest in the deep
of the mind
'empty' & 'primal'
raw energy
'noncreated'
'unemerged'
mind
not belonging to anyone
lay unborn
in
'the old ones'
neither
'evil' nor 'not-evil'
even
the name
'the old ones'
is illegible.

As we
grow older
forgetting easier
[easier to forget]
we
are never forgotten
how could we be?
'the old ones'
surround us every moment
in every particle
of
dust
mind
carries
'their' archetypes
'their' blood is in us
HA!
we cannot be separated from 'them'
so
why 'fear'?
we are
as
'old'
as
'they'!
Have You forgotten!?

before your potential
is
fulfilled
you will remember
far beyond
conceived existence...

Hurhummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The Devil's Advocado!

not much left to be said

Who is Charles Monroe?

There has been talk of a new or rather old face that has recently emerged in the media.
The speculation of a possible love-child between pop icon Marilyn Monroe and renowned psychopath Charles Manson has aroused some suspicion. Many consider Marilyn Monroe's passing as having been possibly influenced by this tasteless event in history. Yet Charles Manson had at that time had a proficient ability to persuade. No doubt such a child would have been hidden in a basement dungeon chained to a washing machine and fed dog pellets. Where could such a child have been conceived? Well possibly on a country excursion? The famed pop/sex icon might have found herself on a wild adventure and run into the travelling Manson circus. Wam Bam thank you Mam, a disgusting miracle is born!
Later, during the nineties, a young individual came along playing with the idea of Beauty and Beastliness - none other than Marilyn Manson itself.
Although only so much credit can be given to the mainstream deviant.
Charles Monroe is not at all the ingenious creation as the former, and plays rather the filthier role of human indiscretion. The custodian of the slaughter house.
In the attempt to find Charles Monroe I came very close:



This is Charles Monroe.













But not the Charles Monroe who we are looking for; and I apologize for any offence to Charles Monroe from the U.K. May your life be healthy and prosperous!
It is simply a coincidental matter of similar name. So no need to shoot.

It seems that the elusive search for the combo kid 'Charles Monroe' born and breed from milk and stink, Monroe and Manson will quite possibly never be found.

We will thus need to settle with the second illegitimate child, the self-manifested and quirky breed: Marilyn Manson:

Not too bad, I reckon. A product of  mainstream madness, media abortion, social premiscuity and such.
And truly an honest reflection on the necessary imbalances of 'beauty' and 'brash', which one is which? That is not for me to answer.
All I can finaly add is that all those who wish to add a pop-production of Marilyn Monroe on their wall should quite respectfully add a pop-production of Charles Manson to it. It seems only fair to counter balance your wall with the reality of the times.

Rou Heidense Tendense / Raw Heathen Tendencies

Nou met die volkaan wat in Ysland sy warm rooi melkies oor die aarde gestroei het word ons herinder van die ou mite van Ys en Vuur.

En dit laat my dink aan 'n geestelikheid wat ouer as meestal mens gekweekde gelowe is. Iets oerouds. Stof en mis, donker groen woude, opgewonde see waters, besonderse mineraal berge.

Voor die gode ontwaak het, voor 'n God geskep was en voor die mens bang gevoel het.

Ek kan beslis nie baie se oor die werklike geskiedenis van die aarde nie maar hier praat ons oor die argitiep van 'n heidense verstand. Nie iemand of een 'persoon' se verstand nie maar die ope, speelagtig en wilde verstand van die naakte wese.

Ons is almal die volkaan, en vaneer ons bars en donker wolke oor die land verskaf wys ons die nodige aggressie wat skep - ook dat ons wilig is om te gee.

Die kaos wat stilte begeer. Die passie speel van vuur en ys. Na die sang van 'n berg wat lank geslaap het en die ewe skielik wakker gaap verander die land weer, die droom stroom oor in transvormasie. Verder dan 'n sneeu kapsel le rustig op die getransvormeerde volkaan en die as-wolke verander in pers horison wolke. Die hemel, eens bloedstroom rooi en senuwee weerligagtig, is nou suiwer medisyne blou. Die land is vrugbaar, sexueel gesond.

Dit is jou verandwoordelikheid en harts' geskenk om terug na 'n visie van gesonde simplisiteid te trek, as dit jou keuse is. Nie te veel daar oor dink nie.
En
Net nie te lank wag nie.
Kreativiteid kan ontplof as dit nie spasie gegee word nie.
Maar as dit ook te lank ingehou word kan jou volkaan in mekaar in sak.

tHE gLASS-bEAD gAME - formula for neither this nor that nor not this nor not that nor neither or either or

ACT x    -   active existing emptiness  !


ACT III   -   energetic luminous beyond  !


ACT o    -   naked mind open heart  !

sticking a PO-jab in the heart

thank you, with a drip of joy in my eye, I thank you truly for introducing Moondog to me.

earlier, in yoga, I had a vision of a place where golden sun light radiates entirely throughout the room.

It was the most comfortable lounge retreat, the light was not at all intrusive and overbearing, it lay where it rayed, and left it at that.

I asked the librarian/coffee guy: "who made this place?"

you know what he said back to me?

he said this with a smiling eye:

"Ah! he is the whiskey of the meadow"

that blew my mind.

I wanted to cry, heck I needed to cry.

he continued:

"the melody of the mind, and it is no coincidence that he is the guy at the piano playing that soothing jazz"