NEWS SOUNDBITE.

On Thu, Mar 28, 2013 at 9:52 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

NEWS SOUNDBITE.

1.  ( The Poisoners).

Purposeful perpetual poisoning of; Earth, air, ocean, weather,
water sources, fertility, food, crops, medicines, minds,
chemtrail spraying, nuclear sabotage leaks, blood, cells, DNA,
to weaken and disarm,for imminent theft of savings by banks.
One simple sentence for nuts, in a nutshell.  Current and ongoing.

An irrefutable sure sign of chronic psychopathy when, 'scientists'
resort to putting the blame for non-existent global warming
on our humble ally the common earthworm, as they now seem to be doing.  At least, according to 'One World Chronicle.com'  March 28.

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2.   ( The Nourishers).

Planet immune response activates. 
Avoid TV, newspapers, ( sticks burn longer).
Avoid tap water.  ( well water not unwell water).
Bottled?  ( black tea purges BPA poison in plastics).

Grow food.  (it grows itself). PLANT A POTATO FOR PEACE.
No garden?  USE A BUCKET.  FOOD IS FREEdom.
PLANT ONE, GET TWENTY FREE!

Ingest 'global-radiation purgatives', not sweets.
e.g.~ Seaweed, ( kelp is at hand), or failing the ocean,
Spirulina.  Chlorella.  Magnesium.  Vit. C,  Vit. D3, Turmeric, Rosemary.

Breathe through the nose, ( it's a bio-compatible O/CO2 balancer).
'Believe' nothing.  truth is self-evident knowing.
Unite.  Avoid 'poisoners,' cultivate 'nourishers,' = community.
Trust INTUITION,  ( it's not programmed ).  Don't call it 'paranoia.'

Share a polytunnel,  or live in one in summer.
Plant a vegetable wherever you see soil.  (That's taken off all over England.  Google~ 'Todmorden.')  Give the kids a better row to hoe,
than lethal soft drinks, 'anti-life' training playstations, fake celebrities.

Don't be a mere spectator or a force-fed silly goose.
Be a CREATOR.  Only do what you love, so you can love all you do.
Read, write, paint, sculpt, sing, chant, play, hum.
EXPRESS with spontaneous confidence without inhibition.

Delete the word 'guilty' from your vocabulary. Subject to a fine for a slip up. You'll save in no time.

You are innocent (obviously) and that's not a bad thing at all.
You weren't born 'flawed', that's just a con trick.  Perpetuated by
those who think they were, and feeling alone in their pious misery,
use it to trick others into joining them in their isolation.

Turn hope into determination, and stubbornness into persistence.
Never say "We're ONLY human", that's a self limitation and not true.
Be SUPERhumans ( minus 'ego').  You're a mystery and miracle of uncharted potential. The more of it you manifest the more you are.
Born to grow, evolve, change, flourish, like any natural life form.

Never give up or lose positive imaginative power.
There's the path, don't give up your vision or you'll lose your way.
Besides, with integrity, be confident crooked culprits are about to be cropped.
PEACE ON TERRA / AMOR NOT ROMA.

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Planet Visitor.
(We are with you waiting for your waking.  Don't be fooled by fakes now!).

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On 15 May 2013 18:17, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

"*". . . the weenyon big face, looks good.  Saw it last night . . ..

[“(actually WINYAN WAKAN (i spelled it phonetically, weenyon wahkon, for sake of 13 letters and so people would speak it correctly.)” 17 May 2013 20:44]

Wakan (wahkon) means magic as much as holy cos their holy is earth holy and not heaven holy.
Crossed my mindspace the 'love of leaves' winyan (woman) 'might' like to go big face (with just enough leaf to show it's not her throat).
Zoomwise potential imagining how diverse eyes and mouths would look bigface. .  Had to focus in micro for them to work.  So imagined as big eye canvas, brush strokes would be expressionist chunky.
Hmm 3 solar flares in 24 hours no wonder the weather.  I tell people on my shop trip so they have to think outside the biosphere.  Did some weeding troweling and clipping between cold undercloud gusts.
For years i keep typing in, variants of 'visions of an awake/ better/ healthy/ peaceful / world' etc. and there's a distinct absence of visual imagination.  Hence, Blake’s statement re. "peaceful arts".  Must get a paradigm wrench*.  I imagine a world without this slow motion 'suspense' (like, when will evil get got?  Or at least demoted to a functional balance.  To not will that it will is not good for the immune system and vitality in general).  My mother was asking the same question before she went on to spirit land.  I'm sure millions of mothers do.
While the wheel was a bright idea the ones in bureaucracy (consults dictionary) used greed instead of grease and got corroded.  Who in their right 'mind(?)' would consent to be governed by a machine (or anything else) anyway?
Kept hearing planes flying through clouds earlier but not coming out the other side. Looking up (always) thought i might get a good 'chemie' shot without having to talk to a doctor. Pays not to talk to them anyway.
Sun's shining a bit, probably doesn't know what else to do. Must inspect some more soil.
Look out for rainbows!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Art : a love of leaves, martin law, july 2012
artwork : digital pan play, martin law - 'zoom renderish II', MAY13 - wfp for moo

One for the blog's pot.

On 11 May 2013 17:06, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

BLUE SKY,

and i just missed a clear chemtrail not having camera with me while popping out to buy smallish bag of cotting pompost for planting Lavande et Gloire du matin.

If there's another chemie i'll shoot it.  Damned chemies!  Mad planet altogether wish it would shift over.

Just had another image scanned in. It's from 2003 when i lived in the dark dungeon.

I'm calling it BURNT FILAMENT.

I would have done different background colour if i (Earth forbid) did it again anyway.

The concept was of a sort of scorched photo neg in space, feels sort of enigmatic.  Lots of intricate organic psychotropic detail in there. In the days when i waded through 'sh1t' (1st typo intended) excruciatingly not knowing if and where it was going anywhere with a deadline for an expo for 12 pictures and no daylight plus claustrophobia and environmental noise pollution.

Drenching the thing in murky washes and later sanding through layers to previous layers.  Painted the blue background on later, editing out and selecting organic details as i went.  There's even a UFO in there, an OVNI as the Spanish and French call them.

'Objecto Volarte Non Identificado/ Objet Vollaire Non Identifie.' (sp.?) A beamship scout craft or "^/_)/*~."

Re. wading through stuff i learned a lot about how to inflict needless 'angst' (anguish) on myself.  Thereby KNOWING first hand exactly how NOT to do it any more. Which is why i know what i'm doing these days.

At least when i've divined exactly what it is i WANT to do.  All mist for the grill as i think you say.

It's all about educating catalysts to wake up and be butterflies anyway. Crispy chrysalis critters encrusted and curling suspended in the solar stratosphere so to speak. Which is partly what the painting is about.

I'm glad there are tribe who comprehend outside the box (i hate being in boxes) otherwise if it wasn't for them (and me) i'd be a stuck hermit isolated without a voice in eternity.

Have fun.  ~~~ Rainbowmaker

alias Planet Visitor.**************

Art : Burnt Filament, martin law, 2003

SEEDS, WORDS, WIT.

On 11 May 2013 23:14, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

SEEDS, WORDS, WIT.

                      Seeds, words, wit.  Choose your weapons.

They've already just banned seeds.

The (EU), Egocentric Usurpers.

Usurpers and would be mono-polists of source,

and they're working on words of course.

Words are for spelling and their spells

are not grounded in truth to start with.

Like fake machos who become muscle bound,

they are already myopic and spell bound.

Who decrees 'authorities' have 'authority' anyway?

Not 'God' for sure, gods don't go into business.

Their only claim to be 'authors' is they've written it down.  But their spelling is not grounded in truth.

If they declare: "truth is against the law,"

(and they do), then the law is a lie.

Thereby having no 'authority.'

While they certainly mean business,

that's all they mean: 'Business.'

A 'parasite', is something that makes others' busy-ness, their 'Business'.

By putting 'i' in place of 'Y'.

'I' first, and don't ask 'Y'?

If you want to 'spell' properly,

you have to know seed-syllables and syntax.

Words ARE seeds, and seeds ARE words.

The word is your weapon.  Claim it.  Use it now.

Spread the word as you would sow seeds.

The seed is the word that became leaves.

If you want to inspire a worthy belief,

believe in leaves, demand seeds be left alone.

Never mind your 'sin tax', i speak in short sharp jabs.

Their only short sharp jabs are polluted anti-bodies.

Even then, they mis-spell 'compulsive' as 'compulsory'.  Wrongly thinking they have a right.

Wrong people are not interested in right,

and so, have no valid right to declare others wrong.

There is no 'authority', above or below

that can sanely back up groundless delusion.

"When the right man uses the wrong means

the wrong means work in the right way". (The TAO.)

Alternatively, when you get the wrong people

with no right , to claim to wield power,

you get what we've got now.  Till it backfires.

Leaving them no ground in truth left to stand on.

To speak of wit, which is 'only coincidentally' witty.

Wit is defined as, "practical (AWARE) intelligence".

Look it up.  The 'aware' is intrinsic to intelligence.

Which is why, everything that is perpetrated

is simply to scare people out of their wits,

and i'm not being witty.

When you have your wits about you,

every word you may utter is a seed.

One that need not and cannot be deposited in a bank.

It issues straight from a source beyond monopoly.

'Mono-poly', the ONE which is the source of the many.

The only true source, which is everywhere, and nowhere, (now-here).

Deposit your seeds in the Earth. 

Whether to grow or to store.

The Earth (y)our Mother, she'll take good care of them, with the supremely highest interest available.

Don't meddle in her transactions.

She has a formidably sharp bite to better all sharks.

You will see.

Still arrogant as a cover for your doubtfulness?

Then here's some relevant homework you missed -

Consult:  'The complete prophesies of 'No Eyes''.

Chippaweyan blind woman seer.

She foresaw all this, back before it was dreamed of.

It has a happy outcome of course.

Everything else led only to disaster as prophesied.

Evilization self destructs, and all return to

native 'Indian' tested ways as it was meant to be.

Go on, Google her.  She's right on, so far,

with her itemized list of occurrences which

no-one could have conceived of back then,

and with not much further to go till the eagle flies.

The future, is PLANT POWER

Not POWER PLANT !

>>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<< >>>>+<<<<

rainbowmaker.

Art : Burnt Filament, martin law, 2003 - extracts
artwork : digital pan play, 'wording seeds', MAY13 - wfp for moo

Long hot summer nights?

On 4 May 2013 00:25, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

Long hot summer nights... hugging the hearth.
 
The "merry month of maybe", giving the grate a side kick to dampen the updraft for fear of soot. Home where the Hibernian hearth is, sipping tea in a broad brimmed hat back after chilly market chat.  Where i in mid banter was approached by a man in similar headgear fondling a formidable telephoto with zoom "just looking for interesting faces" and i was happy to contribute and be shown how i turned out crows feet and all. Said he'd send me them, having typically plugged the blog stating "so long as it won't be used in evidence against me" intuitively psyching that he wasn't a 3 letter acronym with a cover.

Just what i was wanting yesterday, some professional portrait email attachments to attach and email to my kinly attachments. 
A sign of accelerated manifestation. Simultaneous to ambulation contemplating a comment hint of a 'chemtrail post'.  Re the responsibility intrinsic to the power of speech.

Given, the scrawled note on my hall wall, a succinct code: 
"Harm nothing.  Create beauty.  Speak truth".

Ruminating inwardly, 'how DO you break a hard truth softly without walking on eggs, literally?'

I mean, if someone was in the path of an oncoming car and unaware how would i live with myself if i didn't scream
"LOOK OUT!" ?

I mean you don't say "'er, excuse me but...".
If the house is on fire you don't give a damp cloth if the man who put it out had red hair or not.

Except in this case the alarm cry is "LOOK UP!"
"When will you’s ever 'LOOK UP' for Earth's sake!?"

Better stop first.  Switch off your self-phone. Be aware of absent manhole covers, there's never a shortage of burst water mains with men dressed in yellow nearby somewhere chatting over poised picks and shovels.
Anyway there i was.  Avowedly a someone with heartfelt intent to unearth and freely disseminate portents of hope backed by fact, or at least as undetractable as a relatively solid fact could hope to be.  Appalled by mass apathy combined with complaining when it's raining anyway, pondering i was, how to broach a caring question, like:

'When is a cloud NOT a cloud?'

Particularly when the choice at stake is between,
'a will to LIVE, or a willingness to EVIL.

It's plain to see right there, you can't have it both ways, and the absence of firmly insisted choice is interpreted as consent, by certain people who choose to remain nameless and faceless.

Cut to the choice.

A friend remarked that, at least the people who read my blog would already be well aware of exactly what i am so gently alluding to.
It's the others, especially with children and kin to care for, or the confused, or barely coping consensus. How do you share a crucial truth with folks who trust the TV (Divide and Rule) 'programming', more than they could mobilize unanimous COMMUNITY action at the drop of a channel remote control stick?
It IS a moot point.
Disturb an ants' nest and they all go into action as one and resolve the emergency.  Same with bees, wasps, wolves, birds, pick any undomesticated creature.
Whereas, HOMO APATHETICUS?
"I don't like to think about it.  They wouldn't do that."
Well i'm sorry.  They DO.
"And who are 'they' anyway?"
Exactly.  'They' don't want you to know that.
So, for the uninitiated, take a break or read on.  I give you a fair choice.  I have no wish to alarm never mind depress or harm trust and hope.  On the contrary.

Chemtrails, as they are called.

(I nearly lost this whole text to the cybervoid right there!)
Well i got as far as a succinct title:

'RAINING POISON'

That's pretty stark.  Well stark.  Not pretty.
Since anything i may or may not say about it is already prolific (Pro LIFE-ic) throughout the public domain, the wisest thing to do is enter the word 'Chemtrails' into an online search engine.  A bee would consider you slow if you didn't, make a bee line for it.

Surely you've taken a moment to look at the blue sky, particularly when there's a sunny morning.

You've seen vapour trails of passenger jets.  Their white trails naturally evaporate to nothing at a distance behind the plane.

Increasingly, if you look, you will see vapour trails which DON'T just evaporate.  But remain suspended and expand.  They expand to the extent that they become a wide streaky haze.  They are chemically designed to do that.

Shortly after, the weather will change. 
Obscuring the blue of sky and clear sunlight.
We are 'led to believe' that is their purpose. 
You know, "global warming" and all that.
Global warming!  Are you kidding?

"You don't have to be a rocket scientist," so that's one less thing to worry about.  Worry is unproductive anyway.
Quite simply (and it's amply documented by a fast growing army of credible researchers the world over, this is a global phenomenon), the contrails just described are NOT 'condensation trails'.

They don't evaporate.  They are NOT just water vapour.
They consist of a variety of chemicals, including heavy metals, aluminium, barium, and other toxic substances, all of which you will find have been detected and tested and found to be in the water, the soil, the air, and hence the food and all that lives.

'They' call it 'geoengineering', but i know what i'd call it. 
Am i being gentle enough?





I am sorry to wake you, but,
"YOUR HOME IS ON Fire!"







Breathe gently, take a homeopathic 'rescue remedy' if you have one. 
Shock is temporary.  It's sometimes what it takes to wake up. 
Take it easy.  I've said enough.  Don't linger in worry, i recommend you do some simple homework.

When you feel calm and centred i recommend to start with...  carnicom.com.
(That's Clifford Carnicom.  A researcher and lover of wild nature, aren't we all, who subsequently self-educated on the matter.)

There are many documentaries, youtube videos and websites.
Try 'What on earth are they spraying?'

Try aircrap.org.


I first 'got wind' as they say, that this would be occurring, back around 1996 or 7.  It's not just recent but is becoming more apparent to more people in every country.

I must add (i must) that despite the burden of knowledge and any sadness we are to process and arise out of, there are many natural means available which purge toxic substances from the body.
Garlic for example (wouldn't wish you to lose any close friends you may have).  Seaweed then, in most edible forms as part of a healthy diet, otherwise, (thinking of the kids - "Aw mum not seaweed again i hate seaweed!") kelp tablets.  Rosemary, rosemary tea is very powerful strangely enough.  Spirulina and Chlorella from the wholefood shop.  Also Magnesium for certain.  Vitamin D3 for the immune system.  You never need get a cold, why is it called 'the common cold'?  Because of weakened immune systems.

There's just a few, and there's more.

Most of all, a valiant optimistic (opti-mystic) and life loving, trusting SPIRIT.  Dedication to all that is GOOD and TRUE.  The NATURAL BEAUTY of LIFE.

We are not only human you know!

There is more that's transpiring than meets the eye.
The good thing about a bad dream is that it wakes you up.
I apologize if i disturbed you.

As William Blake said (you've heard of him i presume), "Oh what have i done?  The power of the human word".

I hope i've helped in some small or larger way.  I had to say something. We're all here together, and i wish you, and us, and IT, well.~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Planet Visitor.

PS~  PINK!
I like that pink. It's for LOVE not alarm.

photos : moo chemtrail pics by d.p.w.t.

artwork, digital panplay : "in livid fuming" - i burn 1-3; ii bleak 1-2; iii blitzer 1-3; iv blaze 1-3
MAY13 - wfp for moo

art : collage excerpts incl. towpath vision, martin law, April 2013

"Wish they'd quit aerial aerosoling.  They're a load of fecking aerosholes and shld be shut down but a catapult don't shout that far.

So we have to resort to escalating art/word magic with no less of a vehemence 'eye have spoken!'"

MRBM 2 May 2013 18:40

radical innovative avenues

". . . Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids. "

"The idea of enlarging small details of brushwork within existing paintings is interesting."

Art : weenyon wahkon (holy woman), martin law , December 2008
artwork : digital pan play, martin law - 'zoom renderish I', APR13 - wfp for moo

DANDELION TIME 2

Following the original post of. . .

DANDELION TIME.

dandelions, martin law photos, APR13_

Eye have spoken

On 29 April 2013 15:01, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

Just to ack now ledge a gorgeous latest post SURPRISE of 'MAGNIFICATION'.
I was thought-vibing that would be a good next post but forgot to type the thought but moo got it anyway (Channel 16 heat your art out)...
Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women  [forthcoming - ed] notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids.
Eye have spoken.  (13)!
Though i say so myself being still as yet a little bleary from mittag reveille. Having despite yesterday's northerly, gone on the garden anyway

and dug and slugged and lugged mounds and shovelfuls of earthmoving compost blending,

and yellow clay sediment upheaving chopping and pasting, and calling a spade a spade for want of a better worm, resulting in another well made bed.



woW moo’s video of structural collapse and subsequent architextural rebirth sounds like art following function in action and wondering if the innovative windproof window material of transmuted paper would involve varnish perhaps? [yes it would - moo]  Talk about dimension shift!  Well they do don't they?
How to get to the bottom of all this suspense and trouble of treble bluffing memes like Y2k (Y not?),911 ("speaking..") , 11-11-11 and so on ('soon' being the carrot to beat us with and never mind the elusive present), fake false flags fluttering, banks undermined and insane skyscraping vertical empires sprouting mushroomlike and toppling of dominoes moronically built on stilts on silt of shifting flood plain sand all lost empires of Moronia.
The indians knew better.  They retreated to the rocks and returned in Spring to plant in rejuvenated alluvial silt in synch with seasons.
And the poor planet herself with only a skimpy shift to go around in.  Otherwise totally exposed as run by crooks and seditious syndicates perennially proposing perverted puppet presidents setting precedents and reinventing reverse psychopathy hammered into law on the brutal anvil of bribed justice.
"OK so whadya do with a lost populace of poisoned dumbed down freaked out sheep proliferating lambs to the slaughter already?  It wasn't my idea i'm 'just doing my job', gotta put food on the table it's the law yuh know.  Aw gimme a break!
Which reminds me, i haven't had breakfast and it's afternoon already.  Must go and attend to the dandelions i'll extrapolate later.
Much love and keep pushing PEACE ON TERRA.
Angelically magnificent!
~~~rainbowmaker.

Camera :  martin law photo - garden 1 - 3, MAY13

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..................

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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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