INSIDE 'MY' SPACE.

On 23 May 2013 01:27, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

INSIDE 'MY' SPACE.

Never mind 'MySpace', this is 'my' space.

A lot of creative time is spent in my space.

Except when i go out, like now, sitting in the sun

in my circular garden, contemplating the upsurge of fertility, bathed by solar emanations in the merry month of Maybee.

I speak a lie.  A mere figure of speech.

How can you SPEND time?

Time is not money.  Zeit ist nicht Geld.

Time is the conjunction of memory and anticipation.

That's why the timeless continuum feels like duration.

Call it, ever present transformation.

How can you SPEND an illusion?

Dropping past and future, you SUSPEND it.

There IS no time in my space.

But, like most dwellings, my living space has four corners.  How do you get around corners?

Now there's a question.  Answer...?

'Revolution only happens in a circle!'

I envisage in the present,

possible future dwelling clusters

arranged in a wide circle like a ring of mushrooms.

Like an earth lodge village of The Pawnee.

Set in concentric garden space like ripples.

A shallow hollowed earthen bowl or pit.

Circular, semi-submerged, with convex domed top.

Smoothed and insulated of course.

Four internal compartments like a Medicine Wheel.

the medicine wheel - from the painting 'MEDICINE DREAM' - traditionally The Medicine Wheel is:
East-YELLOW/ South-RED/(sometimes green) West-BLACK/ North-WHITE. (In that order).

Martin Law 22 May 2013 22:30

A central sky hall with four directional doors.

An insulated sod or thatched roof.

Sprouting flowers around a round stained glass skylight.  Four dormer windows just above ground level.  Blended harmoniously within the flow of the land.  One painting could say more than further description.

A nice dream in the sunny ever present.

For a round peg in a square living space.

Sometimes i move in the best of circles

without going out of my house. 

My corners coincide neatly with the four directions.

Easy to honour in the middle of a revolution.

Grounding sunflower-like in the earth, the sky, the heart.  Seven directions for seven ancestral sisters.

So saying, and with a camera, i bring my corners to light and life.

Sunwise in a circle, in proper order honouring each.

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EAST.~ ('Sees far' place.)

Welcome, sunflower yellow creative birth of the Spirit Child in playful beauty blazing on eagle's wings, the first wave of the new rising sun.

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Home is where a hat hangs.  Many moons for man as well as menses.  Fond of feathers, fascinating wands of wind.  A sheaf of wheat.  Catalytic reminder of Eleusinian Gnostikoi Mystery, (the forgotten 'ergot' connection, demonstrating experientially, "human and land are not two").  I gave up eating wheat but it's good to look at.  Prehistorically intriguing density of stones.  'Everything' is alive.  All my tables are round too.  Song lyrics paper the walls.  A braid of sweetgrass hangs like hair.

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SOUTH.~ ('Close to' place.)

Welcome, power and passion of youth and health and fertility, grow in trust and courage, fiery flower of the noonday sun.

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Art and Music.  The Dream Catcher and the Drum.

Guarded fiercely by the Wolf.  Continuous outpouring since childhood.  Innocence and experience.  Ever evolving.  All for love not money.  Eros on Earth.  The instruments of Expression.  Spontaneity. Unrepressed, hence no stagnation.  Abundance.

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WEST.~ ('Looks within' place.)

Welcome, all that matures true to form, responding to the call within, seeking through the long dark road the illumination of the setting sun and finding the fulfilment it seeks.

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My 'altar' is just a focal point forever altering.  Sacred, no space for a coffee cup!  "I bless this space in lightness and pure joy, timelessness, beauty, and peace."  Pagan?  Yes, the word means 'country dweller'.  Just as 'heretic' (heresai, in Greek) means, to decide for oneself despite dogma.  Let's not invert words.  Everything i love is NATURAL, not artificial.  Natural IS Sacred.  That which gives birth to everything, everywhere, forever, HAS to be a Mother.

So where does that put patriarchy?

Many benevolent affirmations in taped matchboxes. (No curses.  Earth forbid.)   Every object has a story.  Pine cones from Provence.  Stones from Africa, Turtle Island.  Twice blessed, by giver and receiver.  Incense every day, never a day missed. 

Focalize, vocalize, and no hocus-pocus.

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NORTH.~ ('Mind, Knowing' place.)

Welcome, Elder wisdom, balance, harmony, crystal clarity, 'being' itself, inseparable, indivisible, one with all, knowing without knowing, transformed from self to soul.

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Full Circle.  Never mind 'FaceBook'. Book face! 

This is my bookcase.  All seminal books, no fiction, i can create my own.  Books come and go.  Some return, eventually.  Some even follow and find me, in the oddest of places.  Some fall away, leaving traces, some remain. 

Books.  All vertical, but for the print which is horizontal, fortunately.  All with only 26 letters. 

Eclectic.  Many strings to make harmonious music. 

There ARE NO 'separate subjects'. 

Open and read anywhere.  Read backwards, retrace how it came to that conclusion. 

Ubiquitous sticks, antlers, crown the collection.

Being north, reflected evening sunlight from a neighbour's window opposite, strikes the bookcase like a sundial.  Currently, 8.45. as of May 22.  Progressing daily.  '22', being a master (mistress?) number, may be a suitable place for this serpentine train of thought to bite it's tail.  My tale too.

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A clear hot sunny blue.  Surprisingly no haze, considering the blatant chemtrail aerial spraying.

Sheltered by leaves in a garden despite a still northerly breeze.

My ragged silk scarf weather vane on a cane and feathers flutter. 

Mating sparrows chirp in the sally willow. 

Distant youthful voices raised in summer sport

and thankfully far away radios.

An infant wails briefly echoing her parents' altercation.

Subsequently subsiding.

Content to sit watching sparrows pecking in the dust,

feeding offspring.

Squint, into still high westering sun's glare

just as a swallow...flits through my space.~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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rainbowmaker ~

Camera, martin law, MAY 2013:
East I,   18:06;      East II, 18:07 - 23rd
South,   01:01  -  21^st
West I,  00:16;      West II, 00:22 - 21^st
North,   20:37  -  20^th
'weather vane on a cane', 13:11 - 29^th

Art: medicine wheel panplay extract,
 ‏ from Medicine Dream - martin law, July 2010