A GLOBAL SPRING.

On Bealtaine, May 1^st, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Always on foot, never on wheels, a short walk from 189 feet above sea level down to the corner shop to buy water in the rain.

It's either fluoride from the tap, and i wouldn't touch it, or bisphenol leeching from plastic bottles. I drink enough black tea to flush the latter out, but they say fluoride is in the tea too. So much for progress.

The road turns right half way down and my focus rests on the vivid velvet green curve of a broad backed hill beyond the shop, dotted with distant white sheep. But for the hedgerow enclosures, it resembles,and is, a huge ancient mound.

There's an area below, a few paces from the shop, known as 'the peace park.' Through the days of early Spring, i always cast a distant glance down across to a cherry tree that grows there. Planning to take photos for this writing when it blossoms and wondering when or where both would start.

Until, Spring sunshine and blue sky and full pink blossoms now blooming. I go down to look, open to inspiration, before buying a, five

litre bottle of, hopefully spring water. The return trip up the hill is something else. Water is something of utmost gravity.

'The Peace Park' consists of a perfect circle of low shrubs with a few benches. Gravel paths radiating to the four directions like a medicine wheel. The rest is lawn, sparsely planted with flowering cherry saplings, and one fully grown cherry tree now in full bloom.

I haven't researched the peace park and how it came to be there. Nobody ever makes use of it, and it seems to be just a token gesture generally regarded as not being there.

'We did our bit for PEACE, now all we have to do is keep the grass from growing and maybe poison the weeds.' Typically ironic and a bit sad and pathetic, as opposed to 'pacific' as in PEACE, and it must have cost a bit to secure and establish. No doubt, that was the measure of the gesture of sacrifice, in loving memory of PEACE.

But it has so much obvious and unrecognized creative potential. To start with, it could at least be an abundance of colourful flowers of all species or races coexisting together in harmony to make PEACE a reality. People could gather in a circle to regularly honour and celebrate the intent and radiate it out to each of the four directions in sunwise order.

One thing for sure, it never stopped a war.

There's a complete mandala, a medicine circle lying idle there. It could be a healing place to sit together on a sunny Sunday, instead of in a square building divorced from nature and light, dedicated to the pathos and pain of 'sacrifice', to 'worship' something nobody's ever seen and not of this Earth at all.

 

So i took my rainbow globe and went out and honoured the sacred Spring. Bealtaine- (Be-ol-tenna), the Gaelic word for May. I took twenty shots with the blown glass globe meticulously placed to reflect the loaded pink blossoms arching down to the ground, as i'd intended.

'As above, so below.'

People talk of "the Egyptian Spring" and how there should be "an American Spring". But they seem to be in a not so free Fall into a Winter of discontent, to say the very least. Without as yet protecting, honouring, and celebrating nature. What springs to mind tends to be a riot of colour minus respect for or presence of, colour.


 

 

A goldrush instead of a 'golden age', the rights of spring instead of 'a rite of Spring', the alienation of inalienable rights gone wrong.

So my sunny photoshoot was pretty intense but peaceful and no bystanders got shot. It was a silent meditation on a 'real' GLOBAL SPRING' in a PEACE PARK utilizing THE POWER OF IMAGINATION.

That was my sole focus and my soul focus. It's my rite, as in ritual. A creative rite in spite of, yet another glitch with a zoom. A zoom which carries on zooming no matter where i set it at.

Finding the point of balance is a meditation in itself.
 

Yet, despite the slings and arrows of outrageous digital gadgets, persistence prevailed. Creative soul focus intent miraculously manifested worlds within worlds enacting a bright spell of Global Spring.

Researching the Celtic, and Chinese symbolism of the cherry tree: "The cherry tree symbolizes, death and rebirth, healing and rejuvenation, power, and female sexuality."

No wonder that, in Japan, they make annual pilgrimage to simply view cherry blossoms in Spring.

 

As they say: "One showing is worth a thousand words." So that's my short story. The pictures speak for themselves.

To quote a 13 word affirmation of mine from 2003: "May the true lovers of the Earth now awaken and arise in Peace." Repeat 13 times, and let it be.

PEACE ON TERRA~

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

Makes Rainbows.

Photos:
    A GLOBAL SPRING, martin law, 2014

WHO'S CIVILIZED?

On Wednesday, April 23, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Europa Long Ago.

As above, the far flung familiar firmament,

stellar scattering spearpoint stars in eternity.

So below, looping back through incarnations,

millenial migrations, moving at one with wild deer.

Swirled in spiralled waves of whirlpool wind,

coalescing into communal clusters.

Europa long ago.

 

In a wide wild where women weave.

Painting pictographic alphabets on voluminous pots. Runic forms in reverence to common themes, chevrons and sigils of cycles and seasons.

Copper and clay are soft enough to serve.

Cut and mould and house the growing grain.

Shape by hand the round domed earthen hearth, and the crescent blade was a tool to thrive on Earth.

The circle is a sacred space, a balanced bulge.

Bluffs the buffeting waves of wind deflecting.

Holds the liquid crystal memory of water untainted. In ochre and rust red an archaic sun arcs down.

~~~ RBM. April 23. 2014

Words inspired by watching an interesting documentary on the life and work of Marija Gimbutas, renowned Lithuanian archaeologist and scholar. The film titled,'Signs Out Of Time.' While concurrently contemplating 'civilization.'

Note; The Cucuteni of ancient Anatolia, like perhaps Catal Huyuk as well as the Minoan culture, being matrifocal Goddess cultures, no evidence of the use of weapons was found.

Five thousand years ago, or so it's said, there was an outbreak of 'civilization' that couldn't be contained despite massive fortification.

When you look at what goes on in the name of progress and civilization, you'd have to wonder, if it was an alien intrusion, and was it such a great idea?

CIVILIZATION- The dictionary definition:

High level of human cultural and social development. Particular society which has reached this level.

CIVILIZE- Refine or educate (a person). Make (a place) more pleasant or more acceptable.

If we are 'really' civilized according to this definition, then what society on Earth actually has a "high level of human cultural and social development"? Is there one, and where is it exactly?

There are individuals who reach high levels of development but rarely if at all, whole societies. You can't define a society by the exceptions to the norm of that society, as if the society as a whole produced it and shared in its creation. That's a cultural conceit which is not a high level of anything.

So when does civilization leave a place more pleasant and acceptable? Perhaps when it goes away and never comes back. Though that's not true, because it invariably leaves a plundered mess in its wake and tends not to go away.

Most typically, societies are either predating on other societies or are predated on, or otherwise in perpetual internal conflict. In any case, predated on by unseen forces and vested interests.

Where is there a high level of collective social development? No it's not on the top floor of of high rise apartments. That's not the kind of 'development' i'm referring to. Material 'housing' without being grounded in spiritual refinement of wellbeing is a definition of factory farming.

Most nations are either in revolt or victimhood for want of freedom to evolve and thrive naturally. So if they are to be called 'civilized' it must not be a good or beneficial thing.

It's been said that the word 'civilization' entered the English language only as recently as the mid-18^th century. After that, the word was extended to refer to specific civilizations, either to glorify or denigrate, usually with reference to their materialistic exploits or artistic acheivements.

If 'to civilize' really means 'to refine or educate', and not merely to regiment and indoctrinate, as is the case, then it's more likely to be the individuals themselves who are succeeding at it. Despite the prevailing onslaught of fake materialistic civilization which inculcates at the expense of nurture.

Like telling a plant how it must grow, instead of providing the conditions it needs in order to grow authentically and naturally.

So who's civilized, in a world that's collectively at war with itself whether aware of it or not?

Combined with the not so secret hidden agenda of not so well hidden vested interests who like it that way for aggressive self serving fake material motives which those in charge of such, sociopathically speak of as 'their business.' In other words, it's not in your best interest so it's secret. A more definitive definition of civilization could be simply, pretence.

THE HEART IS WHERE THE VOTE HAPPENS.

I mean, just imagine, would you rather inhabit a dwelling that was a labour of love and not money? Among rustic courtyard gardens in tranquility, freedom, and natural abundance.

Within spontaneously sustained peaceful evolution bonded with earth and kin and all creation. Tending the bounty and blessings, sharing freely without oligarcic obligation.

Isn't that what comes naturally? It's not as if it never existed before.

Or would you rather be among 'the square box people', imprisoned on an automated surveillance grid where every action has a price. Requiring competitive and insecure slave labour somewhere else. In a polluted and energetically toxic realm of concrete, metal, and glass, devoid of organic life and 'naturural'*silence. Supporting perpetual rumours and 'news' of someone else's wars of scarcity and impending retaliation? Scare-city indeed. Alien? Or familiar?

Simply that. The question is not, what is, or isn't possible. The question is, how does your heart vote? Who's civilized?

Whereas a genuine mature culture would be something else entirely. The immature and ungrounded arrogance of the civilized mind-set (they're set on selling them in sets) does everything possible to hide the truth of our natural intrinsic potential. Along with repressing all knowledge of it ever having been a norm.

That's why IMAGINATION is so important.

Thinking and feeling outside the box.

Imagine, a world without boxes.

Industrial/technocratic civilization is by definition unsustainable. Being barren within, dependent on sustenance from without, (as opposed to being intimately integral with natural habitat), its continuity involves depleting its so called 'resources'.

As it expands, it eats up more of its so called 'environment' until it encounters a similar beast coming the other way.

The crucial flaw underlying this way of being, is dualistic thinking. That humans can be considered apart from immediate surroundings. That they are two distinct things, which is so blatantly nonsensical as to be pathological. Opposites are inseparable and complementary. Indispensable friends and not foes. Human and land are not two.

Call them native. Call them indigenous. Call them suppressed and forgotten history and you've lost sight of who and where you are. As if the inside and the outside were not inseparable so called sides of the same infinitely boundless non-thing. Reality is not a thing, it's a state of being.

Why wait for announcement that civilization has woken up to itself? Perhaps a really bad collective dream is what it takes.

Harm nothing. Create beauty. Speak from the heart. Plant things. Share.

Simple nourishment in a nutshell.~

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

RBM aka Makes Rainbows.

Photos:

WHO'S CIVILIZED, martin law, 2014

DANDELION TIME (again)

On Mon, Mar 31, 2014 at 9:39 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

 Good. ( As the saying goes).

Tis always with a sense of relief, gratitude, fulfilment, and spiritual achievement when a post goes up, since most people usually hammer posts into the ground.

I confess i was wondering with a slightly trepidacious sense of wonder e'er April approacheth and voila!  In the nick of time not that time has nicks, ticks maybe but they're easily got rid of.  I think 'thanks' is the word i was searching for.

I'm fortunate in not having to do any "kavooming" since my take off tends to go at the velocity approximating that of evaporation of earth moisture and i wouldn't even run for a bus.  I suppose i'm the sort of bull that's never even seen a proverbial china shop.  But yes, as i say, 'good.'

True likewise here, i.e. no smoke signals.  But for a couple from A Friend a week ago.  I suppose everybody's on 'Facebook' or 'Theirspace' telling the archons what they had for dinner.

Much appreciated your appreciation of the post.  I like when people can't help laughing.  Means i've put the letters in the right order.

Regarding which, i do have one new article typed, edited and ready.  It's called  THE AXIL OF EVIS, (I'm sure you understand, or uberstand).  It's the usual length, about 2ft 6", and has three improvised photo illustrations depicting the demise of a demon, currently locked up in 'my pictures.'

So as i mentioned before, on receipt of your positive message i feel that much more emboldened to write yet another.  When it becomes clear what is wanting to be said.  I feel Spring will make a difference as nature tends to dictate.  I got as far as the title of A GLOBAL SPRING but it needs an explosion of blossom to photograph reflected in the rainbow ball.  But i'm open to some other unknown inspiration in the meantime.  Like when i don't know what to draw which hasn't been drawn by a million people a million times, i tend to draw a blank.  Failing that i usually draw the curtains.

Computer's OK, but often a bit slow unscrolling a website.  Any suggestions what else i might try to speed it up?   You know when that little wheel stops and starts and sometimes the pixels are off with the fairies and americans assume the 'news anchor' is a shape shifting lizard and the anchor too feels let down.

Gosh what a world !  All the influential people wearing ties are transparently clinically bonkers.  Well we did ask for transparency,* (see the axil of evis.*)  and everybody else is into plane spotting or hide and seek.  Imagine having nothing better to do than steal Boeings for the sake of a chip ...Boeing, Boeing, Bonne !

The council is going to come and make holes in my nice wall to put ventilators in and force feed insulation into the walls and attic and i'm allergic to power tools and machines in general and will have to rearrange my priceless artworks and stand guard in the garden with earplugs despite doing my utmost for peace on Earth.  Mad world.

Otherwise i'm fine but for the tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth (i.e. as a hole)

So i'll send you another something in the post soon, with thanks.

Must go and contemplate creation...

Hmm..  Is this another bit of literature ? Hate to waste cyberspace.

File under subterranean journals unearthed...

Regards~  RBM.

Photos:

DANDELION TIME (again), martin law, April 2014

IN THE WAY OF JOY.

On Tuesday, April 8 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

IN THE WAY OF JOY.

"The way that can be defined

is not the true way itself."

~Lao Tzu.

In the way of joy, now there's a title to contemplate. If you only get as far as the title,there's plenty there for the mind to play with all day.

'In the way of joy', can be read in two opposing ways. Which is the right way? It's a paradox, befitting a planet still snared in duality.

The quote above is from Lao Tzu, who is generally regarded as a kind of Chinese sage, and as you know, sage is a spirit cleansing and purifying plant. It's the opening line from his text, the Tao Teh Ching, (The Way and its Power.)

In the original Chinese there is a play on words; ' The way that can be 'wei(ghed') is not the way.' Wei, as in 'Wu-Wei.' Literally, non-forced, or occurring spontaneously, without superfluous deliberation. Often superficially translated as 'doing nothing.'

Which is not quite the same as unforced spontaneity or happening naturally by itself, by contrast with un-naturally, whereby the focus is on oneself as being the presumed source of action. I can only do what i happen to do. I can't do what doesn't happen. Trying is not doing.

Children are naturally spontaneous until repeatedly told "control yourself" or "why did you do that?" When you didn't. It occurred naturally. The resulting adult form of 'self control' is more akin to self inhibition, the insistence that doing or not doing requires a mythical self to oversee it. Being unaware or outrageous doesn't count.

Spontaneity in infancy is the natural precursor to mature naturalness, whereby the illusion of separation from what happens naturally is clearly seen for what it is; an imaginary division, resulting in a sense of strain we wrongly identify with as being a self.

Rather like a low volume manifestation of stage fright or 'self' consciousness on an ongoing daily basis. The internalized command to control a self as if it wasn't you, the one trying to control, is a vicious circle, like a snake trying to swallow its tail. Or, as they say, "like putting legs on a snake," that is to say, totally unnecessary and disastrous.

In the way of joy, interpreted one way it can be read in the sense of 'living in the way of joy.' A healthy and natural way to live.

It can just as easily be read as, 'there is something in the way of joy.' Which is self evident when you look at what goes on in the human world, relative to your zoom and focus.

So it's a paradox and also a potential catalyst if you ponder it long or deeply enough. Which you most likely will, now you've read it. It may repeat itself like an echo as mind tries to resolve a contradiction. A semantic, rather than an optical illusion.

As you know, catalysts turn into butterflies, which are universally symbolic of a liberated soul, and flitter spontaneously from flower to flower, doing what they do naturally without needless effort (Wu Wei). Though it's quite natural to use effort till it's seen to be no longer necessary.

Who is living in the way of joy? Being of the way in joy. Or otherwise, who is in the way of living in joy? By contrast with all other forms of life, human creatures struggle with this. The ones who don't appear to, just think they're in control.

Is this a naturally joyful world? Or is it just a testing ground for enjoying 'in spite of' being part of an accutely contradictory system which regards living as being so familiarly mundane that they have lost the plot.

In that regard, the most obviously psychopathic might more honestly be termed 'kill-joys.' Because that's the job description they most enjoy embodying, and executing, so to speak.

While otherwise, in the way of joy, the rest of creation, regardless of who's in the way, recreates itself perennially in eternity in perfectly spontaneous beauty.

Lillies, for example. They don't sweat or pass the buck. Any more than a buck sweats the pass.

There must be a lesson in all this. Like, 'you can't judge a buck by its overcoat.' Or, "Get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand", as the songline goes.

Last but not finally, you have to get out of your own way to get into your own way. Despite what anybody says, me included. I won't stand in the way of joy.

"I bless this space in lightness and pure joy,timelessness, beauty, and peace."

(13 word sign above my mantlepiece. See photo, in blog archive, February.2014. Titled 'Responsible response.')

~]~] ~]~] ~]~] ~ Makes Rainbows.

Photos: IN THE WAY OF JOY. martin law, 2014

Happy Birthday!

 

Another vibed solar cycle cycled,
Happy Birthday Martin Rainbowmaker!

LOVERS OF STONE.

On Saturday, April 5 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

The world is full of an interminable turnover of

megamonumental drama, or so we're led to believe. So much so, that i'm often at a loss to know what to write about.

However, when any emergent trend totally predominates, it by definition becomes the background for its antithesis to emerge out of. So take heart, endings are never final.

When every last tree has been counted and computerized (earth forbid) to monitor that they are growing as they should, something unprecedented will emerge out of the wood,

(the wood which couldn't be seen because trees were in the way). Who knows, it might even have hooves and horns.

Since 'The News', tells us what's important to think about for a day or two, i'll focus therefore on something of no importance whatsoever, something trivial, of no apparent consequence.

Then the question arises by itself; 'what is trivial?' Are small things more trivial than big ones? Like, is an ant trivial? The short answer would have to be, NO.

There would be no big things if not for an infinity of little ones. A nuclear explosion for example. The seamless fabric of life. I'd leave it alone, might get something bigger than you bargained for, oops, too late!

Perhaps the only really trivial thing is a mind that regards anything as trivial. Except of course for 'The News', but that's just boring background.

With regard to 'the stuff of life itself', of no major significance whatsoever and apropos of nothing, on a fine market day a couple of years ago, a friend said to me, "I've got a megalith for you, it's in the back of the car. Do you want to have a look?"

He said, "It sort of fell off a cliff." I suppose they do that sometimes, i mused inwardly.

I mean, it wasn't particularly big. A sort of mini-megalith. Longer in length than wide in width but heavy enough for me not to carry it uphill with the shopping. So he delivered it for me.

Interesting shape though. It leaned beside my fireplace for some time. Another friend took a fancy to it and suggested i carve symbols into it for her. But i decided to keep it, and it leaned around in various corners of my garden for a long time.

After the sapling, dead in the centre of the circle mounded lawn 'lived' up to its description and was removed, having failed to get a grip or nourishment from compacted clay. I tended the small circle of earth, "in homage to soil."

(See 'Six Womandalas'- Martin Rainbowmaker, blog archive, October 2013.)

Simple signs created in the sacred sense of,

' i give thanks to everything, without which, nothing would be.' You know, 'trivial things of no consequence.'

Between rain showers subsequently deciding the centre was the place for the stone. Between further showers, going out again to turn it around, preferring one side to the other, (as if two sides of a rock were ever separate except in dualistic thought) and secured it firmly in place as a heavy shower gave it the seal of approval.

The mini-megalith, a focal feature in view from kitchen sink perspective in muse moments turning the tap and standing to sip tea. Gazing contemplative from the kitchen window. As you do, if you have a garden, a window, tea, and timelessness in which to gaze. The stone, slowly by imperceptible increment revealing the salient subjective image within rough surface contours.

But see for yourself, or see what you will. I see a female and a male, robed and wrapped in rapt embrace. Symbolic sentinel union of complementaries. Though you too will see just as you wish. Other images emerge with the changing light.

Subjectively the emergent symbol bodes well for inner union, balance, non-dual harmony of hemispheres. Especially observed lightly in right brain intuition, a receptive mind free of subvocal chatter and verbiage.

Then comes Spring! First, daisies, along with dandelions, then buttercups. Illuminating, enlivening the long lush green.

Never mind 'the news'

this stone stands firm

in the timeless

the centre will hold

even stone has a story.~

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

Makes Rainbows.

Photos:
       LOVERS OF STONE, martin law, 2014

THE AXIL OF EVIS.

On Monday, March 24, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Huh ? What sort of title is that ?!

Sounds pretty ominous.

For those of us who may still be 'spell bound' by order of the alphabet, and wondering how to turn this thing around, well, i just did.

I mean, considering the amount of all too predictable knee jerk fear talk, about 'a third word war', and given that, 'politically correct' use of words would only make matters worse, i felt a new word order might be more appropriate.

But it is correct to say i'm anything but political and won't mention 'the nude world aura' again. Since we are self evidently in a backward world where everything is downside up and it's only right to speak the appropriate language.

So what is 'the axil of evis' and where is evis to be located? Apart from the fact that it's everywhere, that is, everywhere it goes unchecked, it's most directly traceable to all the nexus points where it's most vehemently proclaimed to be somewhere else.

That should clarify things. You could say, it's a simple case of the cot balling the pettle klack.

Well maybe you couldn't, but i've had a bit of practice. Lest you presume i'm totally lesdyxic or, Earth forbid, of unsound mind solely due to having my own word order. Don't believe a word of it.

After all, unlike the Chinese, we only have twenty six letters to play with, and in any numbers game it's healthy and necessary to shuffle the cards. Otherwise you inevitably fall into the trap of mistaking the word order for the thing itself.

That's a dangerous mistake to make. Millions of people have killed one another already in the previous century alone, provoking such insanity through the misuse of words. The war of words continues to this day. The unseen battle is at its peak as we speak and most are unaware of it, many are unwilling to conceive of it and many still don't care.

In that regard you could say, we're still going through the nong lark sight of the dole. Well you could try. It might help to release your synapses from the death grip of taking language literally. Instead of not being able to even discern the difference between propaganda and impropaganda.

You'd have to be a moron to not know that 'politically correct' is an oxymoron. Like 'military intelligence.' Since when was war intelligent?

But as i've said before,"you don't have to be a rocket scientist." What a relief. That's one less thing to worry about.

If i was to give advice regarding the axil of evis i might indicate that, while it will present itself as being 'out there', always remain vigilant that it doesn't self replicate 'in here.'

Evis lives and thinks quite delusively that it's king. When in fact it's nothing but a parasite that needs a negative response in order to survive, even as a delusion. Otherwise it's nothing but an envious absence.

As for axils, they're a cross between an octopus and a black hole. A whirlpool as opposed to a self regenerating radiance. An implosion when the light bulb blows. Lost, alone in the dark, void of a spark. Proclaiming,"all must come to me," a total lack cloaked in false glamour.

Avoid such a void. Yet shrink not, but radiate in abundance and plenitude exposing emptiness.

In calling for transparency, naked Emperors are fully exposed as see-through leaders, only leading to believe, which is not knowing. Hence magically denounced as examples of incorrect 'spelling.' Two can play that game.

For example, they're obviously aded by invaliens, impostrated by infiltrers, and weep in clolves shothing. Exponentially exposed in a nude world aura (which i said i'd never mention again).

But i rest my case it's heavy and lightness is the only order of the day. The axils are squeaking for want of oil and evis is being eviscerated (look it up).

In the beginning was the word and the word became the virus instrument, though it was sound to begin with and ever remains so as the sacred source of all.

While true 'power' is not control, which is merely repression. The greatest, is everything, which does everything everywhere forever. Being everywhere it has no outside and so can't be named. Names are only words for otherwise indivisible fragments we call 'things' and not to be taken literally or even seriously.

The unimaginable cosmic everything without boundaries is infinite creation/destruction/

recreation, and we are that.

As for the axil of evis, the avil of exis, or even the avis of exil ; May you never be able to pronounce such a thing again !~

PEACE ON TERRA~

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Makes Rainbows~



Photos:
   "kabuki theatre, the mask behind the mask"
        THE AXIL OF EVIS, martin law, 2014