A RIP IN THE GRID

On 26 March 2013 00:49, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:
Re: additional text sent >

RBM for MOP to MOO,>

i.e. (Rainbowmaker/Ministry of Paint/ Ministry of Output)
In the process of saying "Blogpost looks great"
it morphed into a poetic tribute.
So i've just sent it.
Worth including somewhere.
Could be more fun with colours.

PS.   A short haiku for neo-indigenists-
         DIG.
Slogan for Gaian activists:
Go Guerrilla  gardening
and put your Bigfoot in it.~
~~~RBM.

haiku : Japanese poetic form that traditionally has 13 syllables, strictly arranged in numeric proportions with a kind of a subtle twist at the end - a kind of an ‘aha’, a mini enlightenment, known as a ‘satori’ - satoru

A RIP IN THE GRID

haiku for neo-indigenists

On 26 March 2013 00:28, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

IMPEKABUL !   ~~~ (For 'Decajeweiah' -'Splitting the Sky' )

Thanking Brodan Techman & Pentacom W.f.p. Dief,
For a sound post firmly planted and pounded
stoutly into tip top cybersoil.
Four direction Medicine colours displayed
future flaglike in optimal arrangement.
The link flows fluent straight into Dacajeweiah's den.

And thanks again, Medicine Dream* enhanced,
morphed and mirrored in crystalline transparency.
Guarding the Magic Portal into microcellulocity of bark.

A stout post promptly pounded to mark the message.
A trojan wedge of intent to secure the keeper of the door,
where Splitting The Sky flashes forked lightening
crystallising the site into a mound of keys and catalysts.





May the passage resound shattering hypocrisy.
The struck gem resonates piezoelectric power.
The wasp stings releasing what was hidden within.
The false sky quakes at his catalytic passing.

Plummeting hails of fletched fractal fine points follow.
Laying low all demented minions of the gorgéd beast.
Scattering the stashed caskets of deceit unlocked.
Spectral tinted rainbows where wild goose flocks fly free.

>>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<<
rainbowmaker.

* art : Medicine Dream - extract, martin law, July 2010
          matured wisdom, martin law

artwork : digital pan play - ' A RIP IN THE GRID ', MAR13 - wfp for moo

Ongoing BP Truth!

On Fri, Mar 15, 2013 at 10:44 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>>MUST WITNESS
I tried many ways of sending but none worked.
Having searched and retrieved the youtube video that had me in tears. Don't let that put you off.

'Youtube.  BP Oil genocide- Rallyfor the Truth- Cherri Foytlin'

(Also listen to Kindra Arnesen)          PASS IT ON....not 'off'

'West Cork Storm.' 1987.

On Fri, Mar 15, 2013 at 8:58 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Hi Tribe,
powerful day.  Just sent 'West Cork Storm.'~ 1987. (In the private collection of Sonny (Sondra) Wates.)
Storm indeed. Painted near the end of a 5 year disfunctional nuclear (unclear)
family unrelationship.  Cris,(who has the 'Robin') and brother and mother.
There was a real meteorological storm. I walked down to the coast in it (sound of wind) with a board and wax crayons to capture the true spirit in the rain.
Speaks for itself.
Powerful conversations day standing in the cold. Got form from P.O. to send chunk of money to Kimkin get her out of pickle jar.  Simple job.
Tobe (compliments to him) lived near where Wiltshire Walk is painting of. Much prefers West Cork.
Witnessed couple or more shocking video clips. One woman in particular (mostly women) speaking out at rally in Gulf of Mexico, where it's raining oil, benzine in the blood, no medics allowed. Lost this woman's name, will retrieve.
Looks native. Talk about empowered female! Only a few seconds in and i cried through the whole thing. Worth witnessing.
Another video clip (details noted) re scale of fracking in america. A block a third the size of continent and more. Would be terminally heartbreaking but i smell a rat.  Disinformation?  After dinner i did some detective work, or rather, other more credible researchers already had. Presenting first hand evidence
of a worst possible fear monger. A relief, but i didn't flinch. Years previous i might have had a panic attack or died of a broken harp.
Anyway, dark before the dawn etc.  Hope springs eternal, like.
Nit for MOP.
LOVE

West Cork Storm, martin law, 1987

SPLITTING THE SKY !

On 24 March 2013 20:20, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

                                  SPLITTING THE SKY !

Breaking News/>>>>>
I just have to fire this one off without hesitation
for immediate posting while it's still hot (And it will stay hot)
And may it never again be extinguished.

May it fly straight like a messenger arrow,
in a blaze of yellow, red, black, white,
the four colours of The Medicine Wheel.
Splitting The Sky, proliferating in billions
of fractal arrows all hitting the mark simultaneous.
Ho Hetchetu Welo !  ( It Is So !)

DACAJEWEIAH - (Splitting The Sky)
Also known as John Boncore /John Hill.
Mohawk Leader, peace and justice activist,
9.11. Truth researcher, Artist, Carpenter,
brave fearless speaker of truth.
Born- 1.7.1952. ~ 3.13.2013.

Just two days ago was found 'dead'.
On some concrete steps beside Adams Lake,
on the Indian Reserve in Canada,
where he was known to often walk alone.

This finest example of TRUE MANHOOD,
to whom John Lennon had previously dedicated 'Imagine.'
He had stated long before:  "If you hear on "The News"
that i died from a fall on some steps,  don't believe it."

I have this to say, i urge everyone who finds this arrow
embedded in the ground in front of wherever they stand,
be they red, yellow, black, or white in the rainbow family,
i urge you, now, go straight to his blog:
'Splitting the Sky.com'

That's the very least we can do if we care at all.
Watch the live videos and interviews, follow up everything.
DACAJEWEIAH.  Learn what he did.  A man of utmost integrity.
You will see, that true to his name,  he has split the sky, wide open.

AH!... What a loss...! But what fearless generosity.
He gave his whole life, sixty one years of it.
Turbulent, tragic, but unrelenting in the fight for truth.
Fully aware of danger, having survived it many times.
Who is ever without fear?  We are human creatures.

But his priority remained clear and decisive
to do what was right  no matter what the cost,
and on behalf of all life and all life to come.

And what's to come is up to us.  All of us.
This is an urgent call to hear his words
and fully feel and digest the findings of his research.
He has tracked in detail the biggest conundrums of our time.
The urgency is not lessened by this, but he has pointed
where the tracks lead, pulling no punches.
He has indeed 'split the sky.'  You will see how and why.

Let's not romanticize true WISDOM and PASSION in ACTION.
As he states clearly, it's not just about Indians, it's the whole rainbow.
That's US, you and me, the whole planet and all life.
He has delineated where it's going if we don't speak and act.

DACAJEWEIAH has gone, gone and split the sky.
We must together firmly hold that great rent
that splitting of the false firmament of cruel illusion open
and follow through individually and collectively.
And pass it on > PASS IT ON > PASS IT ON > PASS IT ON >
BREAKING NEWS >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

>>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<<                                       Rainbowmaker. March 24. 2013.

art : Medicine Dream, martin law, July 2010

matured wisdom, martin law

artwork : digital pan play - 'for ‘Splitting the Sky’', MAR13 - wfp for moo

He Mails to Females

Er...b'god i haven't a clue.
On 13 March 2013 00:11, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Hello Dear Friend,
thanks for message. Talking of synchronicity (thank Carl Jung for the word) being the only 'city' i like, Synchroni City...(Sin crony city!?)
I got up at 11.30, sunny, but coldish. Didn't go to bed till six.
Snow on the mountain tops, we had a flurry of snow yesterday.
Appropriate that i got up because shortly after, a friend, Jo, a woman i've known for years and years paid me an unexpected visit.
After that, i took the opportunity to work on the back garden. Been waiting for it to dry out, a bit. Carried on for a few hours ( i didn't look at the clock, it was still in the bedroom.) But it was six o'clock when i stopped, having dug and weeded over half the back garden which is 37 and a half feet square.  I'm going to get 6 bags of peat compost next, if they have it in yet.
So then i came in, changed my T shirt ( i had three layers on top of that though) made a drink and switched on the computer.
And 'guess what' ( as they say over there), your message had popped in....one minute before!  The time it takes to switch on the computer!  Can't get much more precise than that.
Hello hello to Ilee and Cora!  I hope you handled your dinner alright.
Don't suppose they know there's a human in an Ireland wishing them recovery... but you never know.   Animals are telepathic.
Interesting, what you said about your experience. Caused me to contemplate, not that i'm into 'cause and effect', where does one start and the 'other' begin?
So i made a point of looking into the Radiant Rose Academy website.
Also listened there to a long audio while eating a plate of chips. Must make some soup later. Though i did swallow 6 spirulinas.
Four bags of coal just delivered so i'm plenty warm.
To be spiritually correct (not politically correct), i'm not sure what is 'appropriate' for me to express, and i take note of the fact. Though there is much i would say. Of course, respecting whatever path one may be on, and how 'one' feels about it moment to moment.
So i'll say less rather than more.
Being frank, as well as martin, can't help seeing though that what you have there could be conceived as being a test of intuitive perception. Which of course is not a bad thing. They do come along with breakthroughs or whatever.
I've no difficulty being Frank but Martin is consciously gentle.
I think it was YOUR synchronicity primarily. Which you personally initiated. So the outcome was in a certain sense to be expected.
You know, i've been through a variety of phases, for example, Divine Light Mission in 1969-70. Which i checked into, a year or two ago, prompted by a friend, Justina, a healer who uses Solfeggio sound and is very into Maharaji. Typically, i listened closely to ten long videos in a row. Just to check where i am, now.
Around the same period (1969) i did the Maharishi meditation initiation. Barely had the tube fare at the time after buying oranges and a white napkin etc. for the initiation.  Ha, they kindly gave me the fare home.
As i recall, i've been focused on what we call 'the spirit path' at least consciously since age 19 or 20. Can't imagine how many books and different phases and cycles. Texts and footnotes and especially
appendices that may not be popularly known. Zen, Dao, Mystics, even christian metaphysics (small 'c'), so called 'Pagan', Native american, 'new-age', channeled, on and on...
Where i am now, i seem to see through things. Subtleties leap out at me so to speak. Finer points of 'metaphysics'. Simply that.
I'm blessed at this stage to have a blog where i can attempt (preferably succeed) in sharing, for instance, that everything is often not what it may seem to be. See for instance my 'Beware-Mimicry,' and 'God,-What does that mean?'
I can only speak from where i am of course. There's a responsibility involved. Seems to be so,that,the more accurately 'one' gets the intrinsic meaning into words, the fewer, perhaps, the number of people who can discern it. That would have to be so. Of course.
So i suppose i am not easily taken in by what is presented to me.
And it's not intellectual, or even scepticism.
Talking of 'psychic', i sometimes surprise myself. But at the same time, not really. Humourously, i recall, years ago, out of the blue,
i addressed the woman i was in conversation with, with:   "Now, then, Akasha...!"  She said, "How did you know that was my spirit name?"  Well how would i know?   I expect this sort of thing to become more so.
I think it's increasingly urgent to see through things.  There's a lot of funny games in play. The way we evolve is to see through them with Xray perception. I'm careful not to use the word 'God'. I'm not an 'atheist'.
You here people in extreme situations, like, your house blows away in a tornado, invariably exclaim "Oh my Gad!"   (Mine?) !
Don't think i would follow anything.  I'm not an anything. I don't like to join anything. ( Though i admit i'm on 'West Cork Food Co-op', and 'Uncivilization/ Dark Mountain Project.'  Though Angela put me on there, and i don't think 'joining things' does much.
I keep encountering, "so and so is now friends with so and so" just cos they pressed a button, and they never talked to one another.
No i've been a monk, or a hermit, meditating years in remote places.
Enlightenment, as the word goes, is by it's nature, not something that can be acheived.    Food for thought. Or no thought.
As for christianity. The gnostics saw it coming and warned. But they weren't called gnostics. Be wary of the term, 'Gnostic Christianity'.
In a certain sense, there 'is' no spiritual path, to where you are.
And of course you can't be better in the future.  That's sort of funny.
Anyway i musn't bore myself, i try to be helpful without trying to not try, because trying is not very helpful in itself and something only helps when it's helpful without trying. Otherwise it's just a bit trying.
Hey, hope your day is good, and it's a dogs' day. They have a good nurse.  ~~~Love~~~RBM.

art: a love of leaves, martin law, july 2012

Tad Glidings of Jeat Groy!
On Thu, Mar 14, 2013 at 4:18 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>Dear Or D'Ri,
with great empathy and revitalizing vibes i trust the sun is leaking through the clouds up there. I'm writing in red to complement the green that surrounds you in the interests of harmony.  'Sure what else can ye do?'
Forgive (don't have to) the slight delay. I was preoccupied with efforts to secure or aid the release of Kim in Kanada who is stuck in a dark washroom basement with no light or privacy nursing her two dogs and overwhelmed in debt. ('A faith worse than debt?').
Thank you for confiding in me. No problem.  Feel free to expand further at your leisure.
Fair play to you for supplying all the appropriate resolutions instantly to each of the felt conundrums you verbalized. You have the complete answer,( just edit out all the preceding felt conundrums and leave in the answers and stick that up on your wall (i trust you have a wall.) ?
Does today feel different? Of course, when there's no yesterday at hand to compare it with...hmm!
I did a 'stuck' on the magical Burren too, but it took three years there to experience it. You're a faster explorer than me. But anyway, we've got the whole island covered i'd say. And at least you're spared a sordid dungeon in Vancouver you'll be pleased to know.
Without sounding more funny than usual i have to acknowledge your innate creative ability to not only transform your surroundings physically but also to explore the kaleidoscope of transforming the subjective context without even moving physically. So i've no doubt you know your way around kaleidoscopes, labyrinths and mazes pretty good. Amazing. Maybe the kaleidoscope has shifted again today...(?)
Just give it a hard knock.
I know i sound silly for a wise elder but it's an open secret. I suppose only the silly will understand, alas. So if that seems problematic it's because of the great fountain of riches you have within at your fingertips. As i say, we've got the island covered. Everything is changing for the better this year anyway even as we speak even if the bad bits are worse than they're reporting.
But type in: 'itccs.org' for regular updates on the sh*t the baddies are in now (excuse the word 'baddies'.) and i have the distinct intuition that the dimensional imminent transformation of our local cosmos wasn't postponed or cancelled after all, no kidding.
I'd just give The Burren some love and get your paints out.  I'm sure you're blessed with daylight. Oh and expect miracles, you do anyway. I'd like to offer you a cup of tea but i could put some dioxin free tea bags in the post. Who needs free dioxin !?
Anyway, /(.}{ >/~)/~* as they say. Let me know how the kaleidoscope goes. Yes there's a bit of sunshine here so there must be there. I did dig more than half the garden in one go and got blightproof spuds and onions ready to go in when the six bags of compost arrives tomorrow,Dog willing.
Haven't been for a walk in the country for months but i've got a good memory of what it's like and a good imagination. Keep a look out for my latest painting WILTSHIRE WALK and the article of the same 13 letter name, going on blog imminently. Only took me 5 years to get around to painting that.
Do what you love and love every second of what you do (but not because i say so, i'm not a patriarch or a shaman). Whatever ye do don't leap into comatose oblivion, especially when you've got all the answers without there being a within that's not already reflected without.
(Hey what did i write? Is it alright with your majesty if i put this on my blog??)
LOVE anyway~~~~~ rainbowmaker.
*************

art: in autumn light, martin law, nov 2011

WILTSHIRE WALK.

On Sun, Mar 10, 2013 at 10:00 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

WILTSHIRE WALK.
Wiltshire Walk, and the painting of the same name.
The painting completed at 5.30 a.m., 3/3/2013.
Typically, working through evening till sometime before dawn.

At the round table in comfort and utmost silence.
With a good fire and leisurely tea breaks.
Meditative pauses, attuning to the unfolding process.

Modifying and refining to completion in only two sessions.
That's not counting the two evenings preparing the tracing.
Very methodical, progressing by increment, and quite ritualistic.

I'm not one of those people who
set up an easel on top of a hill,
like some artist in an old French movie.

But solitary inspiration in the great outdoors,
relived in silence by the grate indoors.
In this instance, five years later.

Five years previously walking up on the 'Downs' of Wiltshire.
Though why they're called Downs when they are hills,
makes no sense unless you were to stand on your head.
Even then, you'd have an even harder time convincing anybody,
that what they actually are, is 'Upside Downs'.

The painting shows a spot along the track at Milk Hill.
Just north of Stanton St. Bernard, Alton Barnes, and Honey Street,
down below, along the canal in the Vale of Pewsey.

I pitched my tent at The Barge Inn by the canal banks.
This trip being part of one of three crop circle vision quests.
The Barge Inn was the original meeting place
for crop circle enthusiasts, now also including circle debunkers.

While it is true, that many crop circles are manmade,
every year there are many that are not, and it remains a mystery.
Authentic formations include seemingly paranormal phenomena,
and draw researchers from all countries, between April and September.

Good informative and well researched documentaries include:
'Crop Circles, Quest For Truth.' by William Gazecki.
And, 'Contact.' by Bert Janssen and Janet Ossebaard,
( Who i had a very pleasant communication with while there.)
Both films address the paranormal aspect and are visually beautiful.

So, taking a break, up on the Downs, walking for days in succession.
A good snack in the Inn before setting out in hot summer sun.
Carrying only a shoulder bag, with bananas, water, and a camera.
There are public footpaths across the land where you can walk a hundred miles.

Wide open expanse of wheat-growing country to the horizon, interspersed by smooth contoured grassy shoulders of rounded rolling mounded hills. Dotted with ancient earthworks, tumuli, and megalithic Barrow-mounds. An atmosphere archaic, archetypal, and primeval in and across the land.

Wheat and honeysuckle smells on a soft summer breeze.
A giant white horse carved in the hillside, revealed by the chalky soil below.
A fresh-ploughed hilltop field where i cut across furrows tasting blackberries.

The turned soil scattered with a multitude of bizarre shaped stones.
Local flint stones like bleached bones from a megalithic grave.
White- coated black-hearted flint, infinite treasures of organic sculptural form.
Millions to choose from and still stay light, i have one at home like a sabre-tooth tusk.

If i need adventure i don't have to go to the Amazon or India.
One timeless day along the towpath beside the brim-full canal.
Slow murky barge-churned khaki-green water edged with semi-submerged rushes.

Hollow footfalls under the round-arched red brick humpback bridges.
The sudden echo as you walk under and out into the sunlight, chanting briefly.
A flash of dazzle glances off the ripple surface, breathing Cow-Parsely aromas.

It's childhood revisited magically in the still quiet present.
Innocence of the moment, collecting feathers of swans and owls.
Each bridge leads off via stony farm tracks, stables of faded red brick,
Wild woodbine, sweet hay and cattle smells, winding to a small hamlet.

Despite experience of time and what passes for maturity,
knowledge, and a wild world grown mad, the richness remains.
Meditatively minding mind's movement silence settles.

So, with the painting come to completion at 5.30 a.m.,
coated it with matt varnish steam-dried by the fire.

Only to suddenly find, ...
the blue carbon tracing lines had melted through the paint!
They showed through especially in the white clouds
which i had already spent hours blending in subtle detail.

Being well familiar with artistic catastrophe by now,
and though my latest is always my best and too sacred to lose.
I wasn't fazed, and barely uttered an "ooh" or an "eek."

But simply waited till the drum-tight taught canvas cooled.
Sat down and meticulously retouched the offending lines.
Took an hour or two, with a fine brush and magnifying glass.

Till satisfied at last no lasting harm was done.
Pretty near perfect.  Saved the day.  All in a night's work.
Went to bed and slept soundly.  Mission accomplished.~ **********************************************************************
rainbowmaker.

Wiltshire Walk, martin law, 3 March, 2013

PLAY ATTENTION.

On Thu, Mar 7, 2013 at 11:05 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

3.30 a.m.~ i was well on my way to bed,
hot water bottle and all,  when suddenly,
a three page article began taking form
in consciousness.

So i gave it full attention, and
wrote it all down as well as i was able,
and then it was 5.30 a.m.

So i went to bed and slept seven hours.
It went like this....

PLAY ATTENTION.

I've been sitting, walking, and lying down,
and wondering what i'm going to write about next.
More to the point, i'm looking out (or in) for other ways
of saying what self evidently wants to be said.

Not necessarily a wider range of interdependent topics,
so much as, distilling the irreducible essence,
making it as concise and clearly accessible as i can,
in unpretentious poetic prose.

By that, i mean not in dry discursive logic language,
(which is all prevalent and boring enough as it is).
But with loving attention to the beauty and flow,
as well as the feeling and juxtaposition of every word.

I'm doing this, not for any personal motive, other than
shared creative artistic evolution, and i don't get paid for it
and don't need or want to be anyway.

For simplicity's sake, you could distil it down to BEAUTY.
As i've mentioned before, if it's about beauty,
as well as, discerned truth and sincerity,
you're on the right path and can't go wrong.

I note that i've been immersed in this process here
for more than a year continuously, along with
simultaneously doing the same with painting and music.
Consciously weaving and evolving it together as one flow.

I can't help but wonder how any of it is received.
Even though it is being viewed in more than 25 countries.
Out of almost 5657 views i've had barely more than
three "WOW" responses over the course of a year,
and that from friends, mostly local, who've known me for years.

Though that's pretty thin on the ground, considering,
what does it take to cause a ripple in a world that's in crisis?

I generate and radiate continuous positive creative energy
which is readily viewable for a month if you know where i am.
I wonder, does it then go into relative oblivion, subject only
to anyone's curiosity or lack of, to follow it down the mouse hole.

THEREFORE, and hence the title: 'PLAY ATTENTION.',
i am prompted to draw, or direct attention to the fact that,
there is far more than one year's creative output right here,
even if at a glance it may not be immediately apparent,
it is only a click of a mouse away.

In this regard, i wholeheartedly recommend not just 'glancing'.
But follow the mouse down the mouse hole.
After all, a mouse is all CURIOSITY,
and i can assure that it won't lead to any trap.
Are you a man or a mouse?

Well you may be a woman, in which case
you may, or may not, have more natural access to,
and CURIOUS trust in, following intuition.
Not that i'm an advocate of monopoly of any kind.

All this preamble is simply to point out,
that there is a menu on the right of the screen.

If you 'take the time', ( and i've gone to great lengths to make clear,
that 'time' is not always the best excuse, being in a certain sense illusory.)
By that i mean, there is only NOW, and so far as we can see
there are no 'other NOWS' no matter how many times you call them 'thens',
it doesn't make them present, so they're never here.

If you simply scroll down, to   'blog archive'. (BLOG ARCHIVE)
in the fifth black box down on the right,
and work backward by clicking  >2012  (Remember, the year
the world didn't end again).  There's a hundred articles there,
morphing and mutating month by month.

They are all written in the present (in case you're stuck for a present).
Along with  an even greater amount of diverse artwork.
So they are no less relevant and vibrantly alive
than what is on the screen right now.

In fact, some avenues off the mouse hole
lead back a long way in what you call time.
Even as far as the 1940's where all this grew out of.

It's as intimate and personal, spontaneous and colourful
as the play of my attention follows and describes.

Interspersed of course, with various random tangents,
and interpersonal communications, all as if,
tributaries following and flowing together
to form a river and even eventually the sea.

But this 'time' thing, haven't i shared enough about that?
Well, perhaps not.  It seems, the closer you get
to conveying something via language,
the fewer the people who can intuit what you're saying.

I seem to recall, there is one such good article here about time.
If you can take time to search diligently.  'It's about time.'   ( ha !)

I'm well aware everybody is far too 'busy'.
Doing what?  If you've got time to talk you've got time to read.
If you've got time to waste on trivia,
you've got plenty of time to read what's worth reading.

But i have to say, you'll have to slow down, otherwise
 the essence of what you read is just a blur,
and be a total waste of the time you didn't take.
This may sound trivial but i guarantee you, these are real words.

Could you read a whole book and spot a typographical error?
That's part of what i'm hinting at.  I mean,
you have to SEE the words, or how can you feel them?
Any more than you can soak up a scene from a fast car.

But there, i've taken up enough of your time already.
You'll have no space left for a future.  Forget it.  There isn't one.

I could have simply said: " Do please click 'BLOG ARCHIVE'."

But don't be in a hurry to get to somewhere else.
I'll let you into a secret, there IS nowhere else,
other than where you are.
If you don't believe me, go there and see for yourself. ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
rainbowmaker

art :  Swirled Flower, martin law, 2005
        Infinity's Rose, martin law, 2005       

MOPupdate

On Mon, Mar 4, 2013 at 5:46 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

MOPupdate~
Announcing completion of painting 'Wiltshire Walk'.
But for signature (a meticulous feat in itself) and tidying the edges and matt varnishing.  Culmination to fine-tuning completion micro-perfectionism i'm like a bird pecking crumbs where none are visible, (i always spot another one.)
Pretty amazing considering 2 night sessions completed 5.30 a.m.
Might construct an article around it, who knows. Then send pic prompt via Tobes, always make prints for giveaway when i do.
Hah!.. it's deadline day for HRH.The Pueen and HH.The Cope et al.
Watched (again) Jerry Wills (ET healer) on exopolitics. Essential homework worth sharing. Listened to ALL JLL's sat-nav things.
Fire's going good. Better sign my name.
MOPcheckout...
Vibing~~~RBM
....now where did i put my magic wand...?

Brodan

On Sat, Mar 2, 2013 at 2:31 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Hi Bro Dan,
all good. Envelope? Yes, i had to ask P.O. for a bit of cellotape cos the glue on my stack of envelopes dried up due to people not writing real letters any more. Even the odd chance that it does stick, i usually finger the corners to make sure. So nothing suspicious there.

Phew... Zud Afrique ! No wonder 'Desteni-Woman' shaved her head and channeled archons pretending to be dead popstars. Bad enough having to accurately diagnose the mental condition of the paleface refugee experiment across the big pond where Atlantis sank and they're still re-enacting the trauma and arresting people for having edible gardens of the wrong shape and height and kids for having toy guns and peeing in the roses without a permit. Something seriously amiss there. No place like Fodhla despite fluoride bars and cloned clan politix. But then, consensus 'reality' never did grab me as being anything more than an amateur faded hologram. Don't have to squint too hard to see through it.
No, collective neurosis apart, i just get on with heating up my lovely living room so i can sit at the table, drink tea and more 'meticulously' than posterity could ever suspect, apply inspired paint science to my traced and trusting spotless virgin canvas and never mind nations or any other inane infantile notions. Infants have more sense anyway, at least before they're got at.

(Pause for a dioxin-free tea bag break).
Besides, the obvious way to stay well is drink well water (not unwell water) and how many people know, that black tea flushes out sexual hormone disruptors anyway. Give 'em a good tannin i say!  Of course i knew my intuition was right. What else is it for?
Have to confess to being perpetually (is it nonplussed or plussed?) by what goes on and off everywhere. I'm just glad i'm not everywhere, at least all at once, but then, who am i to speculate?  And at least (though it's a lot more than that) it's perfect where i am, so i stay there, even when i go out.
Glad for bits of coloured paper that help get new jeans or shoes, 'currency', i think they call it.  Has to do with energy flows, currents etc. I had a dream the other night about having to scrounge a pair of shoes. Terrible lack of celestial dreams. I use them all up before i get anywhere near a bed.
More articles? Already? Only just put down my pen. About to pick up a brush (i only use one. I look after them pretty good.)
Articles, or at least the key titles come to me when i pick up the brush.  Funny,that. And they said the pen was mightier and how would they know anyway, they never use either.


So, maybe this email has once again come to my rescue by itself and transmuted into the next first blog post for March. March on, ides and all.
There's a lot more outrageously magical recent happenings i could relate. But the room's warming up and my brush is crying out to be held, a common complaint it seems. Never been the same since the cross worshippers took over but sod'em, and g'morrow and good luck, they'll need it, but i wouldn't count on it. All they do is make me a little cross. Not to mention "Gladly, the little cross-eyed bear", as my mother used to say, in all innocence.
Or, as Kevin Annett (Eagle Strong Voice) put it so aptly:
"Do the clergy do more than lay people?"
A good note to end on.  But i'm just preaching to the choir, Earth forbid ! Dog nose.
Save this, it might come in handy.
I just clicked 'save' so i don't need saving.
Thanks.  ~~~~ Rainbowmaker.
P.S. When you need to get a little cross, just go: +++++++++++++++++++++++ and click 'save'.

Full Moon Camera Shots by danann
25 & 26 Feb 2013