Drinks on...

...Maya. Purrrrrfect.

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Cousins, Identical Cousin...

...on a similar Shadow Walk. Familiarius Beneficius.

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My Life...

...take what you will, it's for you.

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Headin' Happily to PDX...

...for some summer cousin lovin'...
No, not THAT kinda loving, Nimrod! Family love of the BEST kind. I'm ok, you're ok
The Wisdom of Marlo(we)

Sign me
That Bewitched Girl

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Bisou... Nouvelle Vague - This Is Not A Love Song

Fun Hi-Jinks For JackAsses, Recovering Junkies, And Food Absconders...

1. Offer free delicious meal!!!
2. Accessorize with free bowl of imported romano cheese.(Secretly replace imported romano cheese with cracked heel foot scrapings.  See illustration... Easy as pie... 1-2-3)

  

3.  Enjoy their enjoyment of their free meal. Also feast on their ignorance.   DEEEELISH!

BTW--when did I get so sick and mean?

Oh yeah.  Always was.  Got stuck in the airy fairy crystal realm a little too long.

Pay attention. There is all kinds of kind; it takes all kinds.

Perfect, self-balancing Multiverse...

Goofus and Gallant share living quarters. Own your shadow and your light, and love them both.  They make you whole, they make you human.

~~~~Exxxxtreme Buddha--Raw Advice for a Bareback Epoch~~~~

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Yosemitebear Mountain Giant Double Rainbow 1-8-10

I love a rainbow as much as the next guy, more even! Rainbows became very important during my Mom's illness. She looked at them as signs of hope and divinity within the throws of brutal terminal cancer at 51.

On my first audition ever, there was a rainbow over Eno Memorial Hall. On my last AIDSRide, a beautiful rainbow, without rain--or clouds...

So, yeah. I like...

But this reaction, uh... well...

I'm unclear. Did he like it?


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You've been Hit and Run Craiged.
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Why?

From the The Love Song Of Alfred J. Prufock by T.S. Eliot, we are tempted with such succlent notions as "Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each... Do I dare disturb the Universe?"

Yes!  Yes, do.  Sometimes all it takes is a kind "Why?" to initiate a snowball effect of change when a person or a system is asked to justify its position.  If one remembers two cardinal rules to be learned from nature for successful living, bend like the willow and have the feathers of a duck... (thanks, @AndrewKok).  Always be willing to move your stake.  Question to learn, not to diagnose or defend.

Had a stunning example of this rule in action today.  In finalizing the last of a year of compiling bankruptcy info (and yes, it does take that long, cynics... hope you never have try it on top of health and staying homed issues), I made one called in regards to a $14,000 hospital bill in collections, the guy cheerfully said, "Oh!  Adminstrative error.  100% written off and you're elligible for a year of free care at the hospital!"

Just by asking.

Last month, a friend was denied funds at a local AIDS service organization and faced eviction.  A simple email asking for consideration produced a $1,000 grant.

Do eat a peach.  Do ask why.  Do disturb the Universe.

Create the reality you would like to live in.  Love to you ALL.

All are One.

I'm Not Being Koi...

...when I say I love you. No phishing aloud in the Sea of Love.

Just me, you, the right tracks,

ALL ABOARD THE EXPRESS KUNDALINI.

Smooch.

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wounded heart. be the healing.

sez as we celebrate France's independence,
perhaps we should also pull in our point of view and sense of
ethical responsibility to include some folks who need freedom for
what we have imposed on them. All for one and one for ALL!

ALL Are One. BE the love. Just BE. ♥

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nouvelle vague "dance with me" from bande a part

Won't you dance with me
in my world of Make Believe?
It's nicer here...

Is Life Meant To Be All Happy?

...sort of agree. But one can deeply love those who give them anguish. To stick around with unconditional love and challenge one's self toward non-acting empathy NOT co-dependence or dysfunction, just striving to find balance, seems to be a better solution than walking away from loved ones.

 

No one said life will be all happy; that would not be living. That would be fantasy. 

 

It is the blend of shadow and light that makes chiaroscuro so profound. As Ram Dass said, "The shadow is the greatest teacher for bringing one to the light." 

 

It's all a delicate dance.

Truth In Advertising From MadMen Like Me.

When committing to truth and peace, love and understanding, it's not fair to filter the messages that make your hackles stand up.  I do see the wisdom in advice, but I can still see a better ending than the bleak one of loss that this suggests.  I subscribe to the "If you love something set it free; If it comes back to you, it was meant to be.  If it doesn't, run it over on your motorcycle."

Just kidding about the last part.  Sort of.

Stand back and enjoy the marriage of light and dark in the whole being that is Hermes.  Delight or delete.

From Vision Magazine, A Cataylist For Change, here's July:

Gemini: Empress (3 of Swords) 5/22 – 6/21

As challenging as it seems, you must free yourself from a toxic situation. All your good intentions have morphed into daggers of desperation and there’s nothing to gain by staying. Acknowledge your pain and relieve yourself of this burden. The weekend of the 9th will bring a confrontation that is long overdue. Your family will be involved in this struggle so prepare to go somewhere else for support. Marital problems pushed under the rug will have severe consequences in the future, so address the issues now and work to resolve them. It’s also a good time to face health-related problems like addiction.

add in my rising sign,

Scorpio: Hermit (5 of Cups) 10/24 – 11/22

Loss is an intimate part of life and, uncomfortable as it may be, there is always something to be learned from our grief. This is a valuable time to look within for answers. If feelings of regret or sorrow are permeating your mood, it’s time to question what you allow to affect you and realize that spending too much time brooding over lost opportunity is costing you. Rather than crying over spilled milk, find the blessin’ in the lesson, and let it go! The period around the 18th is a great period for contemplation—make a point to acknowledge what you’re grateful for.



"Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes...is it all going in one ear, and out the other?"  Raitt Yes or No.

Possibility Lies Behind Doors You Didn't Imagine.  Open UP!

The Fairy Tale Believer in Faeries

Waking from the dreamstate in the State of Californication. Elephant Boy Emerges from Shadow.

Weirdest dream ever.  maybe a dream walk?
involved African magic, talisman, a computer swap/Ganeshas and beautiful geodes.
In a Safeway near Bay View, Hunter's Point.  And  friend named Mike who was very sick.  Wow.  Need coffee to process. will blog it later/further at hermesbrainbelch.blogspot.com.  Wow, wow, wow. ***Please don't squeeze the shaman before coffee***

(I love that Mac OSX spellchecks hermesbrainbelch as 'featherbrained'... I can live with that.

Know That You Are Appreciated. And I am An Idiot.

You know, it's easy to feel gratitude for those who come into our lives and do wonderful things for us, like make us feel special, loved, supported.  People who offer assistance when we feel depleted, unable to go forward.  They have done an extraordinary service for us.  The honey warm gooey we feel for these folks is heady to say the least, and they are deserving of every bit of gratitude.

In my wacky world of the perfectly imperfect mirror, it has come into my realm of understanding that a bigger piece of our gratitude be reserved for those angels, ANGELS, who make contract with us before this whirl around the coil, to show us the uglier aspects of ourselves.  The people that hold a brave mirror to our stinginess of spirit, our irrational behavior, our unkindness, our dishonesty, our disregard of the integrity and power of our words.

Rumi has a beautiful poem about this phenomenon called the Guest House.

The Guest House 

This being human is a guest house. 

Every morning a new arrival. 

A joy, a depression, a meanness, 

some momentary awareness comes 

as an unexpected visitor. 

Welcome and entertain them all! 

Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, 

who violently sweep your house 

empty of its furniture, 

still, treat each guest honorably. 

He may be clearing you out 

for some new delight. 

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, 

meet them at the door laughing, 

and invite them in. 

Be grateful for whoever comes, 

because each has been sent 

as a guide from beyond.

~ Rumi ~

Perfect, right?  I even wrote something similar under my pseudonym Hermes Alchemist.  

where. 

god visits in different forms--a stranger, a virus, a lover, a thief. 

where were you the day you mistook passion for greed, lust for love, horror as beauty? 

where were you the day you turned god away? 

where. 

~pieces of hermes alchemist

We must constantly challenge ourselves NOT to take things at first glance.  Things are NEVER as they appear.

As one might of surmised from my writings of late, I have been going through a spiritual epiphany of sorts which, if at any other time in history, I would have been committed to an asylum as a raving lunatic, been driven into the forest, or been revered as a saint.

But because we have been raised in an era of suspended disbelief and virtual reality, we can imagine impossibilities simpler times would not have allowed.

This Age of Information coupled with my familial history of ecstatic and fanatical religious zealotry (Cotton Mather--Scarlet Letter and Salem Witch Trials--a grandfather; Saint Louis IVX- brought the Weimaraner back from Egypt--a Grandfather; Sea Captain William Shurtliff, the first person struck and killed by lightning in Plymouth Plantation--while holding pregnant wife's hand-- she and child did NOT die--Grandmother with Grandfather baby... on and on... we are freaking modern day Harry Potters, all lightning charged DNA; my familial history of Knights Templar, Rosicrucian, Illuminati, Knights of Malta, Oddfellows, Freemasons, Improved Order of RedMen (?)---and a familial history of seeing beautiful castles and mountain tops at death--lets just say I come from a fine bunch of coconuts...) That and my having had three massive concussions to the frontal lobe, which has shown to have an effect on those with predisposition to psychic phenomenon.  CRAZY.

This has accellerated as we hurtle through theAge of Aquarius, as I have had visions and dreamwalks, quantum leaps in learning and understanding the architechture of information and the integrative nature of all mythos, and clairvoyant, shamanic journeys (my cousin is having them too...).  It's been a challenge to remain functional while also juggling the very real unreasonable situation of trying to remain alive in a system broken in its capacity to provide healthcare or fair lending practices.

So these were the challenges of late.  These would be a full plate for anybody.  Add in a decade of unexpected computer, phone and cell breakdown, it drove this Miss Daisy to distraction.

So what would add to this current miasma of "uggh!"?  Hey, Little Idiot... fall in love for the first time in your life.

Now THAT is a healthy environment to foster a sane, healthy relationship... right?

Let me just preface the next bit with, I am fiercely independent.  That's why it's been so easy for me to be slippery in the realm of love.  I've had no expectation of anyone for a definition of who I was, and I've enjoyed the flexibility of the lone wolf.  Sure, this comfort grew out of decades of fear of letting anybody in for fearv of hurt, but I grew very okay with my solo walk. Until this certain person walked into my life at the worst time, with issues as big as mine, in an equally awful time for him.

I was clear from the onset that I am used to excelling at most everything I do, but in the realm of the heart, I was completely unversed.  I am committed to learning, insist on independence for both parties, and was willing to learn to speak a language that would work for us both.  But in my current pre-fetal state, asking me to speak the language of relationship would be like asking me to understand Britney Spear's success.  Some things just baffle me. Bu I was committed to learning.

Sounded good until my current phone/landline/computer crash which had me getting bounce back error messages for every text or email I placed to anyone, my voicemail not accepting my password or allowing reset by ATT and my complete loss of all contacts three times in two weeks.

Apparently the emails were getting through, as well as texts, and any time I updated Facebook, it came up as a text message and email.  So suddenlty I am Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction and I have completely smothered this poor guy in messages and endless texts.  I honestly didn't know that any of them had gotten through.

At the time I was heartbroken at the thought that he would think me that obbsessive or desperate.  Now, I just find in hilarious that he'd think that I could exist in any kind of relationship that wouldn't allow for PLENTY of room for the wind between us.  Love is like oxygen--let's get high a while, sans asphyxia fetish...

In a perfect mirrored world where our issues are played out by loving angels, to show us our reflection, oft times a really ugly reflection, well it takes a very loving being to carry these shitty messages to us.

I am so committed to learning how to be that person independent person for an equally independent somebody. For me to be that person, I need feedback BEFORE it gets to the point where it is problematic for someone.  I don't know if this will work for me either, but let's find out together and if it doesn't fit, let's hug and say thanks for the time til now, and go on toward our individual happinesses.

I hope to God I am given the chance to prove my sanity or at least a sort of charming, disarming and never alarming world view that includes and insists upon independence.

I may have poisoned this well, but I hope not.  I really like the guy, I really want to learn the rules of relationship, and hey, this world CERTAINLY doesn't need anymore poisonous wells, right BP?

So, anonymous one, mea culpa mea culpa **lash!!** ooohhh... nice, uh I mean, I extend the rose of stupidity from me, the second little idiot from CT (Moby, you will always be first...).  I hope can be friends, lovers or... Fuck John Mayer, friends AND/OR lovers... no ifs, and or buts.  Nice but, btw...

Let's make music.

The Music We Are

Did you hear that winter’s over?

The basil and the carnations

cannot control their laughter.

The nightengale, back from his wandering,

has been made singing master over

all the birds. The trees reach out

their congratulations. The soul

goes dancing through the king’s doorway.

Anemones blush because they have seen

the rose naked. Spring, the only fair

judge, walks in the courtroom, and

several December thieves steal away.

Last year’s miracles will soon be

forgotten. New creatures whirl in

from nonexistence, galaxies scattered

around their feet. Have you met them?

Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning

in the cradle? A single narcissus

flower has been appointed Inspector

of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen.

The wind is pouring wine! Love

used to hide inside images. No more!

The orchard hangs out its lanterns.

The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.

Nothing can stay bound or imprisoned.

You say, “End this poem here and

wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems

are rough notations for the music we are.

Future Music?  You decide.


"I wish..."~~Into the Woods.