Subject?, Er, history, er, geography..? Er, maths?...!?

On Mon, Apr 15, 2013 at 12:58 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Er,... lilac.

(Wasn't too good at the other subjects).

Haha.. which is virtually almost verbatim what i said to the principal at interview that miraculously got me into art school.  But yes, i do like lilac.

P   ...Pink!    Nice when things work.

The stellar sisters & Co.  ...i'm paging archives for an adequate adjective... is there one?

They all work so well.  They have a 'flavour', which is unique.  The colour is astonishing (well i was astonished).  The clarity.  And that they mesh together so accurately is beyond comprehension.  Like, how do i do matching proportions decades apart?

Simply put,  The creation is very beautiful and of another order.  Such that people would HAVE to order another.

The hybrid  (an interesting word) resemblance to my daughters is intact (hope they notice), and 'Stellar Sister', well, the colour does amazing things ( never mind Andy Warhol(a)  (his original surname) and Marylin...Marilyn Monroe).  Hey, you could sell variations of them outside the kathlick church !  haha!

Saying, "Well you have to admit, it is an immaculate conception."

Amazing what the red does to the sky too.  You're really on to something.  Not that you were ever off of anything of course...  You are a recognized ARTIST, just in case anybody fails to recognize you.  In my humble humble O'Pinion.

That post really works,  (i sort of forget what exactly i wrote till i see it).  The right degree of " what the feck's he talking about" to prod the right brain hemisphere into stirring from 'sleepingbeautyhood.'

You know, like 'earworms' only this is a 'third eye worm', a pinealworm.'

Ah so..... i've traced the tracing (in pencil not carbon) on to doubly primed canvas.  It might be called 'Canal Dreaming' cos it's like one of those canal dreams.

Making a cup of double strength peppermint, fennel, and rose tea.  Unprecedented!  On the notion that a round belly is more due to rather strong coffee and tea as much as an expanded 'hara' or intrinsic diaphragmatic breathing... maybe.  Coffee being the one thing that gets me out of bed promptly in the afternoon.

...Mmm...that tastes alright.

Having/being currently in a somewhat intro-spective mode ( as any reputable youtube astrologer wil corroborate).  Musing solitarily on what an insane planetary movie is manifest here.  Youths in battle fatigues trampling daffodils before they've had a chance to bloom.  Usurpers in expensive suits with the only bit of colour they're vaguely aware of, tied in a knot round their neck.  Scenarios i hesitate to even allow trespass on peripheral vision let alone contaminate words with when it can be readily shrunk from on youtube.  It could well be that the Earth wavelength is indeed polarizing before deciding that complete cell mitosis of the whole sphere is the only innevitable harmonious outcome.  "You go your way and i'll go mine" and we'll get on fine, world's apart, all aboard for the new Earth, only finer frequencies need apply.  Who really knows?

So it's no wonder i have those dreams.  What sensitive Earth Visitor wouldn't when, to quote Bob Dylan "my eye's collide head on with stuff..."etc. when likewise and often the eyes just wish to gaze by respite into "vacuity" ( to use Henry Miller's word for "vague in acuity").  All of which reminds me it's long overdue that i resume the practice of meditation and let any sediment settle itself, as it does if you leave it alone, consciously.

Despite the recurrent occurence of innadvertently vanishing into a 'no place', only to be jolted back into body without so much as the slump of a head.  The re-entry somewhat daunting even without the faintest desire to escape into anywhere else but where i am, with not a glimpse of Sammadhi, Nirvana, or even within a two hour's drive of the vicinity of Lisdoonvarna, to put it in more local terms.

Prior to this, i wasn't exactly in a verbal space at all.

Rather, given the aforementioned astrological phase now current, somewhat introspectively assimilating the global human movie.  But this is scheduled to shift on the 21st when the sun enters my sign with a lunar eclipse and i burst forth into spring with Mars, Venus, and maybe Pluto lending more than a hand.

Phew!  I was only the other day remembering that gorgeous windblown pink blossoming fruit tree a few doors down in a back garden.  Imagining painting something so evocative as that, when only today while talking with a neighbour, walking her friendly labrador in the wind.  She told me that was her tree and "Did you notice we'd cut it down?"

OH!  I was too in the flow of the windy conversation to notice dumfoundedness enough to ask why.  Thinking only now, that if something has to be cut down why not cigarettes?

Such a lovely tree that was.  I only ever saw just the top of it, a tasty rich pink and voluminous sight.  Billowing and waving in the breeze beyond back yard fences and hedges, like a ghostly, wildly euphoric Vincent Van Gogh delirium against clear powder blue sky. 

Ah, pink petals of blossom wildly scattering on a fresh spring breeze!  What could be a more startling vivid expression of love, of Eros on Earth?

Hence the heart and urge of art.  Perhaps i will be guided to a similar sister tree, who knows how?

But with that image, and on that note..................

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rainbowmaker

Art: Bursting Forth, martin law, 1995

Pooters and Plantings.

On Thu, Apr 11, 2013 at 8:09 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Minseach,

(Gaelic for 'she goat', pr. 'minshuk') and that was today's Gaelic lesson.

Otherwise, customary kin greetings und kongratz an dein pooterdoktor und sein triumph in fixing your smokesignal typewriter.

It's nice to get a letter (i've always been a man of letters) i really don't get many.  That's an Anglo Saxon understatement which i'll elucidate later (not that i'm suffering from elucidations mind.)

Not so much that i'd said to Friends i was "projectless", rather to describe a bit the nature of my creative process which being receptive consists constantly in the concept of 'waiting' (being a self trained 'waiter' and watcher), a bit like those hunters who sit quietly in one spot and go invisible till the animals all come out.

Goes on all the 'time', everywhere i look.  Studying and discriminating what pops up without leaping at anything so to squeak.

Suppose that's why they say Taureans are always ruminating, or you could call it gestating. ('Many a true word is said in gestating.)

In fact (whatever a 'fact' is) i just returned from the photocopyshop where i enlarged a Wiltshire sunset image to canvas size for sizing, fixing, and enriching

through maleable substance to distil an essence.

The title of which would be 'Along the Canal.'

Simultaneously, audiovisual clues from the cyberscreen seulement le soir dernier stirred sporadic seedsprouts of a potential blogpost tentatively titled ( as i scrawled on the steamy glass cubicle of a 4a.m. contemplative hot shower) 'LIFE'S INFINITE' and anagramming it so it was 13 letters).

Which brings me back circumlocuitously to letters, and the perennial enigma of why don't people write them.  Is that why they're called 'snail mail'?  They are slow to reply if at all.

After all, there's 26 letters to play with and they can be in any order of permutation so long as a mind picture is imparted.

Consequently despite being quite outgoing every time i go out and with a predisposition to only sow seeds of totally untainted nutritive nature, and despite my tales of diversified interactions mingling on the market, i'm still and perennially prone to a sense of relatively prevailing solitariness.

I suppose every oyster has a bit of grit, not that i'm shellfish.  I'm well aware that such residues of detritus are part and parcel of potential provocation to populous peopling planets to freely choose to produce pearls.

Put simply: that's what the residue of dark is for.  A simple signpost in a freewill zone.

That way > 'Home is where the heart IS.'

The other way < 'Wandering lost in the dark.'

Long live simple signposts.  You'd think more people would notice them.

I did have a couple of emails with Roisin, she being into astrology.  As i'd searched high and low through boxes and papers not being able to locate my birthchart, i used to have two.

You know that common pattern where the one thing you've looked for in all the 'safe places' seems to have slipped into another dimension.

A good exercise in being infinitely patient with finite impatience though.

Sparked by hearing a woman on 'starseedhotline.com' having done years of research to discover that 25, 26, and 27, degrees of planets' placement in a chart was indicative of a long standing coding in the blood since the 'fall of Atlantis', of an inherent connection to a fail safe benevolent Pleiadian/ Human agenda.  If you get the gist.

Roisin kindly put me on to a website providing instant free birthcharts.  Turns out i have 5 or 6 planets out of 9 in that degree.  Fluffy or not, it assuaged my curiosity.  I'm sure we all feel a little alien from time to time.

Talking of feeling little aliens, not to mention a soul partner and considering a global population of what, seven billion and more than half of them, the polar complementary gender ( just imagine that amount of spiritual beauty) phew!  Little wonder then, snail mail notwithstanding, if i'm, (seriously) and long have been,

unflinchingly more than ready to happily invite a Pleiadian woman for a leisurely fireside chat over a cup of tea.  I mean, it's a free universe.

Just that down here we've been a bit cut off for a while, a bit otherwise occupied you could say.

But there's a subject for another day.

After all, the 'material world', as we're trained to call it, is only a tiny facet of the infinite all there is.

The power of IMAGINATION is an item of our tool kit we'd be cosmically foolish to ignore.  You might easily take a wrong turning at the two way signpost for want of imagining something beyond the familiar.

To round off this post, and to stimulate the imaginative faculty, i feel inclined to recommend listening to video interviews with a neurosurgeon by the name of EBEN ALEXANDER.  If you do, you'll see why.

I've played with enough words for today, and language is not the most effective way to share experience.

Besides it's 'ten to eight'..."again!" ( It keeps being ten to eight synchronistically for at least the past 35 years).

For instance, i was just writing about 'the Ides of March', and what an 'Ide' is.

Most 'ides' occur on the 13th of each month ( according to the Roman Calendar.  Except for April, when the date is the 15th.  April is my birth month.

While on the 13th of March, the rays of the setting sun reflecting on my clock from the window across the street (which i'd been noting regularly), was at exactly 'ten to eight!'

Anyway...down to Earth.  Light fire.  Cook food.  Consider starting new painting.

That'll do as a solid post.
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rainbowmaker

MAGNIFICATION

On 27 April 2013 23:20, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Mini-infos,
i took a few shots of dandelions, will try and send them for additional upload on monday.  They look ok considering i couldn't quite see what i was doing accurately, and didn't know what to click to delete the info superimposed on them.
Haven't internalized camera control yet but pleased to see ok results.Another thought.



The idea of enlarging small details of brushwork within existing paintings is interesting.
Small sections within paintings are often free form images in themselves.  I'm sure i could find things to write about that.  Since it's all about the art of looking/seeing.  You know how people go "Oh hold it over there so i can stand back from it".  Well that's a small part of the process but most of the real work goes on in close-up.  Which people who think they have to back away, totally miss.
Maybe they think "the devil is in the detail" and get nervous. 
Actually,



the angelic is in the detail.  That's where the dozens of hours of concentrated energy is laser focused: on the tip of the brush.



Which leads me to state quotably~  "Reality is not what it seems, simply because, seen from any other vantage point it wouldn't be".
Anyway, long live the play ethic.  A hard day's play.
Been digging large part of the afternoon and till 8pm. so a leisurely evening.  Haven't written any extra article as yet. I like it to suggest itself and be authentic and uncontrived.  As i mention often, i'm a self trained waiter.
Still this northerly airstream.  Noticeably cold and then briefly almost hot.  Perhaps 'warm' is the word i'm looking for without consulting the dictionary.
Planted 20 beetrooteens.  Put jam jars over them.  Sparrows like the leaves.  The garden is just a big relief painting/sculpture, a 'sculpting.'
To think there are people who do things without regard for aesthetics.  Obviously anaesthetized!
I think there's a very slight sheen in the email print of TOWPATH VISION.  The original is just that bit more dense dark brown.
I think i'm going to cook some brown rice.  Well i'm pretty certain i am.  A bit of goat's butter and that's tasty enough.  Haha!  I imagine what a friend out on the tip would say.  "Oh but you must look after yourself you don't want to get sick!"
No need to think such things, be thankful.
Hope everything is going well, coming along, and most importantly being what it is.
I wonder, what 'is' the difference between work and play other than what you choose to call it....



Happy continuum,
RBM~

Art : Towpath Vision, martin law, April 2013
artwork : digital pan play - 'angelic magnificatI - IV', APR13 - wfp for moo

Birth Day - Celebrate

 

TOO IDEALISTIC ?

On Mon, Apr 22, 2013 at 5:54 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

"TOO IDEALISTIC ?"

"When precious gems hang from the plough,

to peaceful arts shall envy bow." ~ William Blake.

Since i seem to have an adequate command of language, i also see, that how it's used or abused invokes experience.

Plus the fact that almost everyone has access to

some form of receiving and transmitting communication device.

So here's a simple collective experiment.

I personally don't like following instructions so it's not one of those.

Simply pay close attention to your immediate

honest inner reaction to the following phrase in capitals.  For example, is your response affirmative,

or sceptical, or cynical, or nothing in particular?

Three simple words:  PEACE ON EARTH.

That should be sufficient.  What more could you possibly wish for?

Just to be extra provocative, what do you THINK

about "PEACE ON EARTH ?"

If you want to be mischievous, try it out on people

via texting and check their reaction just for fun.

Keep it plain and simple and capitalized. 

It can be very revealing and should have gone viral

way before now anyway.

I am purposely leaving myself open to sounding naive.

That's not difficult, and it provokes honest reaction.

In a healthy and aware world, the phrase would have traveled far already.  I must point out that IT JUST DID.

This is slightly tongue in cheek, or is it 'cheek in tongues?'  But deadly serious.

With regard to 'naiveophobia', (fear of appearing innocent), the dictionary defines 'naive' as:

1. "Innocent and gullible." (Are they 'really' synonymous?)

2.  "Simple and lacking sophistication."

Well that's cool.  At least i'm not guilty or closed minded.  'Simple and lacking sophistication' is my intent anyway, i.e. 'plain speech.'

PEACE ON EARTH~ Oops, i've said it again.  What a troublemaker!

Totally naive, and simple too. Obviously too idealistic.

"TOO IDEALISTIC !?"

Allow me to make one thing bright and clear.

It's WAR and ONLY WAR that is "TOO IDEALISTIC."

War is the epitome of idealism taken to its ultimate conclusion.

A 'conclusion' is an ending, so let's not jump to wrong conclusions.  Anyone with a heart knows war is a wrong conclusion.

Innocent or not, ( it's equally synonymous with wisdom.  If you don't suffer with naiveophobia).

At least i don't feel guilty.

I've been around long enough to anticipate the variations of inevitable predictable knee jerk reactions

to anyone appearing to take the word PEACE to heart where it belongs.

Here's a common one:  "Not in my lifetime anyway."

Normally used as an enquiry stopper in parting, like goodbye.

Amazing.  What a thing to live with!  Understandable but amazing.

Realize, when you say that and believe it, yet another light bulb blows and goes out.  Better switch to free energy and stock up on light bulbs.

You willingly surrender that which you most value for yourself, loved ones, and the world and all that lives.

"Because experience says that's the REAL world."

Since when did defeatism contribute towards triumph?

A rational conclusion is NOT the point.

You ditched the baby with the bathwater.

When, the 'point' of being here is to triumph within,

through choice which is no choice at all, being self evident.

Then there's:  "But there will always be evil people."

No doubt.  But that's like saying 'there will always be mistakes' (how else do we learn?)

Some people make them wilfully and refuse to correct them likewise.  If you choose to refer to evil, there's a working definition.

The point, if there is one, is to BE Peace on Earth, whether the possibility seems to exist or not.

If it's not in your presence how can it be an experience?  It's far more, than the absence of war.

The mention of peace, must be like salt in the wound to the chronically terminally disillusioned.

Its absence was originally too depressing, too saddening, for it to be something felt within and valued.

Or for imagination to conceive of as being 'the natural order', but for the wounded rage of patriarchy.

Citing the fact that 'things eat each other', as lame justification.

If survival is an instinct, it means survival of the whole.

Not 'at the expense of,' which, lacking the other, is suicide.

That, is dualism.  Ignoring that we survive 'by virtue of' the other.  Failing to regard all of Earth from a presence of peace, is to perish.

How "TOO IDEALISTIC" is that?

So there, that's thrown a pigeon among the cats.

Except it's not a pigeon it's a dove and it's cooing is cat proof.

All very well to talk of 'survival of the fittest'.  When those most fitted to survive are those who co-operate.

The others self-destruct.  They destroy that which supports them.  Might, might be only as mighty as a mite.

Hence the long drama playing to its conclusion, or not.

Aah...(YAWN)... the battle of Light and Dark...

as if they were two things.

Dark is simply, Light obstructed.

Like the Sun, light is eternal, ever present.

Obstruction is cyclic.  The ever present will always reappear (because it never went anywhere), till we learn to comprehend self-obstruction.

It is wise to imagine PEACE ON EARTH, or, else how could we express it?  Biologically proven to manifest health and creativity.  Obvious really.

It is practical to perfect its expression, or how else would we manifest it?  It is THE MOST IDEAL situation to actualize, and THE ONLY beneficial circumstance for life to thrive.  Also obvious.

In stark contrast to collective suicide,

(which is way TOO IDEALISTIC).

"Without a vision, the people perish."('Indian' saying).

With a FIERCE reverence for natural beauty the rest follows.  (My saying).

If that alone was encouraged as 'education'

that would probably be enough.~

PEACE ON TERRA

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rainbowmaker

Art:
       Towpath Vision, martin law, April 2013
           Divine Perfume, martin law, March 2009

DANDELION TIME.

On Sun, Apr 7, 2013 at 9:04 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

See

DANDELION TIME 2

For more photos

Dan de Lion, et famille,

initially to acknowledge the opening post of the month.

The post well hosted by 'The Holy Woman.'

Casual surfers beware.  No pin-up peeker's secret dream is she.  This 'Weenyon Wahkon' is surely a Shamanak.

Lest you be superficially beguiled by her radiant irrelevant youthfulness, she wields a wisdom beyond her preceding winters.  So be warned, and warmed.

You could do worse than pause a moment and gaze across the fire.

The light is in the eyes to bear witness.  How often are you brought to gaze openly into benevolent enigma commanding your most honouring respect of integrity?  She could be 'White Buffalo Calf Woman' herself.  Rest assured, she is well able to look after herself, by means material or magical.

So... having introduced you to her, and myself having just returned from a short excursion to enter in and dry my jeans by the fire.

This being April and i an April's child.  (April, from the Roman word 'Apire' meaning 'open.')  Being also the time when dandelions open.

I write by a glowing fire with a Gaelic wind rumbling around the rafters.  From a brief but blowy Atlantic diagonal drizzle shop trip down the hill into town in the rain partly to buy 'unpoisoned water.'

"There's many a slip twixt cup and lip," especially if it's from the tap.  Unless you're quite content to have your pineal gland (that's your Spirit Eye) calcified and dysfunctional like a plaque caked tooth, due to the still mandatory Fluorosyllic Acid content.

"In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king," so the saying goes. 

Yes, except, that 'one eye' has to be your 'third eye,' (as it's called) or you're screwed, and won't be able to see beyond the illusion of 3D.  Which is fine, i suppose, for 'business as usual,' but who's business?

At least, if you've got two eyes (and your wits) there's hope.  You might make it to being Prince, or Princess, or even Bank Manager, but i wouldn't count on it.

So, 'The Ides of March.'  People often say, "Ah, it's the ides of March."  Is it?  What's an 'ide'?

I thought 'i'd' do the google bit to find that out.  It has nothing to do with the weather, (unlike everything else).

Briefly paraphrased, an 'ide,' is simply a date marker on the calendar (as i recall, check me if i'm wrong) in this instance specifically April 15.

All the ides in other months are on the 13th (for unspecified reasons).  Hmm... i must be on to something with my use of 13.  Better not talk too loud.

Oh well, that's the way it goes.  Secrets will out. 'Revelations' and all.  You can google the rest of the iceberg.

More down to earth~  There having just been two days of sun ( despite 'chemtrails'. / Googlit.)  I was happy to make progress on the garden.

Resembling John Lash's Gaian procedure, namely:

1, Formation.  2. Fixation.  3. Magnification.  (Which, as it happens is similar to how i create and construct a painting.)  Likewise with the garden.  Which is no different from a painting except you can eat it.

So thanks to a bit of respite from the grey waves of wet from the west, i spent another five hours playing with the soil, as i love to do, and got maybe a couple of hundred little onion sets plugged snugly into their earth sockets.

Another four hours making the bed for the potatoes.

Numerous bags of peat compost and finally fine digging the patch previously rough dug many times.

Having waited and watched from the window for weeks for sodden soil to dry.  Got a nice shaped segment of the circle formed and fixed and filtered, ready for a diverse family of spuds to be plugged into their sockets.

Now it's all sodden again.  Sod it!

Looks like another week of rain.

I did think ahead though, sculpting a system of drainage channels down to the clay (lovely stuff. Brassicas and brussels like it too).  Weaving a water way into a moat around the round and incrementally mound-like perfectly round raised lawn.  Using the clay to round off any semblance of corners.

Lest anyone conjecture i'm not well earthed and fully grounded... well sod it, not my problem.

"To everything there is a season" and i'm in no hurry, it'll be the right time when it is.  I was born in this month (April/ Apire/ Open) and i feel that, besides the stellar configuration when we first come out into the open, there is also a natural organic psychic affinity with nature in that particular pie portion of seasons.

William Blake did four engravings depicting the human archetype for each of the four elements (not counting aether, which is increasingly relevant for us).

For earth born humans, the image of a figure under the ground, grappling his/her way to the surface like a seed.  With the inscription: "He struggles into life."

Well, i have a lunar eclipse in Scorpio coming up on my birthday.  Nothing ominous, but auspicious.

Eclipses are opportunities.  Yet another birth, or rebirth.  Perpetual rebirth is a down to earth way to live and evolve.  Vision and re-vision.  Delete obsolete baggage which served its purpose.

Rounding off for the evening, the comforting company of rumble and swoosh of wind and rain.  Syncopated by intermittent rattles and buffetings by a royal hearth.

A single peacock feather in a green beer bottle responding to the subtlest draught like a weather vane, but mostly still.

The dandelions out on the lawn have a lot of sense.

Well before dark, with the rain, they all folded up their petals and closed their crowns.

Far be it from them to not shield pollen from the wet.

That would deprive the participants in the process, we call 'bees', of their kind service they do so selflessly in keeping our food supply alive and thriving.

So think of them when you emit electromagnetic smog or (Earth forbid) invest in genetically modified or chemical anything.

The blossom, the bee, and the human are one process, and not separate.  Dandelion time.*~



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rainbowmaker~

DANDELION Camera Shots by danann

PRE-OCCUPATION

On Tue, Mar 19, 2013 at 2:30 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

EQUATION:
Corpus/ Corpans / Corporeal  =  Body.
Therefore:
'Corporation'  =  Foreign Body.
Because:
'Nation', minus 'Capital' (N)  =  'ation.'
i.e. Suffix 'ation' means: 'Having had done to.'
As in, DecimATION/ SublimATION/ DecapitATION*

Therefore: ATION = Nation without CAPITAL or HEAD.
i.e.  De- Capit- Ation of Nation.
Therefore:  CORPORATION  =  DEAD ALIEN BODY.

(Revelation = Revealed.  Dead Alien Body Revealed !)
So why the CAPITulATION?
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PRE-OCCUPATION.
Who needs 'Alien Invasion' when we've already got 'Corporate Occupation'?   Come to think of it... it could be useful.
That is, if it was anything but invasive.

Except, the first to arrive won't necessarily be 'Gods'
wrapped in cosmic baking foil.
That's just because none of them are gods anyway.
Haven't you had enough Egyptian past lives to know that?

Superiority and inferiority are two sides of the same complex
and totally useless as strategy, or wise diplomacy.
Why would they come from above when they don't have that far to come?

In that regard, you could do a lot worse than position a heavy boulder
on every manhole cover you see.
Why do you think we've been told for aeons, the good ones are up there
and the bad ones down there?

Obviously so you'd eventually get sick of hearing about it
and decide it was a lie.  What you decide for yourself
tends to stick better because it's yours.

While you think, UP is GOOD and DOWN is BAD,
you're not going to pay much attention to the middle.
Neither are you going to value the middle,
even while tenaciously insisting that's all there is.

I mean, being so preoccupied, it won't occur to you
that you're already PRE-OCCUPIED.

 












Whereas before, people hoped to go up when they die,and not down,
Now, there's a lot of people wanting to go up before they die.
To get away from the baddies down there and leave them
the playing field.  Well i'm sure that can be arranged.

Between commercials did you ever click pause
to consider what might be the string jerkers' next move?
Or even that it's bound to be a trick, disguised as 'not a trick?'

Or that the first rule of the game is, 'it's not a game'?
Games are for what you do between commerce.

Since people have watched the same movie so many times,
they can guess the mathematical sequence of tricks
just by the title.

So then some Mekon had the bright idea
of just going ahead and doing 'the unthinkable'
so nobody would ever think they could have.
Especially when you blame it on somebody nobody likes.

Some people must think we're only using a fraction of our brains.
As if 'brains ' were where it's at.
If you've already thought all the possible unthinkables
you'll only be that much more disgusted when they try to enact them.

Having first publicized them to the point of terminal boredom
to see if you noticed, and how many paid how much for how long
to think it worth going to 'check it out.'

Who needs to play chess when you only have to wake up
with each and every sunrise?
Having made all your moves up to checkmate in your sleep
you're free to get on with something worth engaging in.

Don't even have to remember what you did.
Good to leave it in the sub- conscious, especially if
you sleep with a firewall as well as a hot water bottle.

Then it can manifest spontaneously as intuition in action,
thereby becoming fully conscious of itself when needed.

When you're not constantly comparing up, with down
as if they were two separate things, you won't regard yourself
as just a piece of fake meat in the middle of a scamburger.

You'll already know there's a fly in the ointment
because that's why you never buy ointment in the first place.

So, 'Occupy'?  Well they already did that first, ages ago.
I say 'they' because that's how 'they' think of themselves.
You can easily recognize them because they always regard
YOU as THEY first.  Except 'they' try to hide behind such words as 'US'.
But that has now worn so thin as to be totally transparent.

So if you really think you have to think,
then think the unthinkable.  If you are already fully aware,
then what's the point of thinking about it?

When you're thinking, you're somewhere in your head.
Lost in thought, not fully aware as presence.
File under 'Usual Occupation,' i.e. PRE-OCCUPIED.

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rainbowmaker

art: stellar sister,martin law, April 2009 Wfp5MAR13
      planet visitor, martin law, 2006 Wfp2MAR13

artwork : digital pan play - 'stellar sister, planet visitor, stellar sisters', APR13 - wfp for moo

"!WoW"

On 18 March 2013 21:35, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

"! woW"   THANKS. That's very useful. Mercury~ no wonder i write the way i do~~ /(~>(~#*  Pluto~ i'll damn well turn the language inside out to transform those synapses   and they won't know how it happened (there's a good pluto colour). I gather pluto is MUCH bigger than they've led us to believe. (Imagine consenting to being 'led,'to 'believe'). And Mars!  It's a good job i'm balanced, especially if i'm a Bull ( it's a feminine sign/venus). I'll carry on fighting without harming so much as a daisy.
Seriously, there's a totally new equation for me to play with there. Thanks. I'll probably synthesize them and bring them to the boil, add a dash of Dao and leave it to settle itself. Then colour code it and see how it takes on canvas. 'A virile transformative commune-ification.' Exactly what i was aiming for~~~~~~~~~>
And "! woW" to Connemara. That's like the Burren only different.
Thanks again (echoes to the far horizon).
Have you listened to Lash's  'gaiaspora.org / navigator briefings',
recently. For Kalikas. I don't follow anybody though cos they , being upfront, trample the tracks you're tracking before you get to them.  But i did listen to them all (in spite of the fact that when i wrote to him, or 'shared articles' his ego must have thought i was referring to him and he just replied "please desist". So i did.
That was a good indigenous fire tea talk we had.  I straightaway wrote Kimkin about it.  It's nice when we're all on the same page.  I always put a wedge there so nobody can slam the book shut when we're laughing. It's one thing being in print but that's ridiculous.  We're quite capable of smudging ourselves without having to be a mere blot for somebody to scrape with fingernail thinking we're just a typing error.
Anyway.. lot for me to contemplate into actuality there. It's not every minute you learn something catalytic.
It's a good job your lovely paintings are big. That means your eyes will be OK. I'll light an incense to that right NOW.*



 

Like Bruce Lipton says: What we 'choose' to believe, releases specific chemicals in the brain which enter the blood which is the 50 trillion cells' environment and the cells' skin translate and the cells transform accordingly so i believe your eyes will be fine so to speak.
...Mars, Pluto, Mercury/ Red,Purple,Blue~ Red and blue make purple...energized communication transforms...hmm..food for non thought. Have a wonderful evening. Which reminds me, remember to eat food. Mars+Jupiter in Gemini/Pluto in Leo, 12th/ Mercury in Taurus.(That's why i type slow) But unlike some bulls 'i don't charge anything.' ~~~Gra agus Beannacht agat.~~Dianthoir na Tuar Ceatha/
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art: Radiant Sphere, martin law, Jan 2006

      Window in Space, martin law, Aug 2006