“This is a subject so difficult to talk about that my throat constricts as the words rise into the air. I who have lived with this knowledge for 23 years can hardly breathe to speak. Yes, I have come to tell you that what is evil ain’t always bad.”

                 craig charles

Belle Z. Babe spoke at the Tribunal as the lidless eyes of the Judges bore their fear, distaste, and fury like crossbows into her heart.    more »

Sherlock Detail, Sherlock Holmes’ cousin thrice-removed, was sitting at the Caffè Museo on Third Street in San Francisco. Museums are always a jolt, a lightning bolt. Ms. Detail is a soul mate of Mr. Holmes as well as the great grandchild of Mr. Holmes’ cousin, Daphne Detail.

                         andy goldsworthy horse chestnut leaves

Pursuant to my request my pal Sherlock Detail sent me her notes, her mental graffiti, from how a great detective practices keen observation, deft attention even at lunch. Wake up, smell the roses, & notice/sketch the rest of your surroundings too, as ‘twere. Notice that as you might in Dream Notes, Sherlock Detail separates her lists with semicolons. 03.29. 08 Girl, strawberry italian soda backlit;    more »

Mr. Bin woke up on planet Earth after a long tho quick journey from the planet Utter, part of the planet flock shepherded by the sun Flut whose rays were song and whose creatures subsisted by songosynthesis, whose blood was ruled by songoglobin, hurray.

                                                                 feitelson

Spice travel (space + time travel)was daily among earthers, but few were not merely at the mischievous mercy of the spice tides, and treated dreams as tangential not essential to their life travels and travails. Most kids, on, say, continent America could ride a bike, but few could surf the dreamsea (the spice sea to the cognoscenti) and fewer were asked at the breakfast table, “How was your night at school?”   more »

Here below is a real-life reverie vision as it transpired and as I transcribed it in my log in real reverie time.

                      andy goldsworthy

Who knew?[It is always a surprise when matters coalesce in a retrospectively obvious but druidically mischievous and profound way.] Having learned about waking the jewels ever luminous like constellations under our feet, not on the phones, not on the internets, the tvs, the telegraphs, the radios, but on the ley lines, I found myself lighting the sparkle in the deep earths of New Hampshire USA. Thru the earth (as whale song carries thru the seas from even one ocean to another), I felt the rustle of the tired feet of billions of women who do the labor of the world, who cook, who sweep, who endure. And the dancing feet of little girls whose dreams are not all ashes in the cooking fires yet.   more »

Fegg. F[aberge]egg. Fegg. Simple, splendid, extravagant, delicious, reverent, jeweled. Fegg. It is seeing and tasting that richness in the little world that is fegg. One of the Earth Decorator's most fegg is, of course, the hummingbird, an outrageous jeweled miniature envied on all planets of all stars. "Ah, Madame Deco," an offworld Designer would sigh, hardly concealing stark envy, "How did you do it!?"

                                         MoMA

Planet Designers are a good lot on the whole in spite of their universally being riddled with admiration twinned with envy. It's just that when you see something unbearably well done--the concept, the craft, the flash, the diligence, it haunts the heart with gratitude that it has been done--and envy that you didn't think of it first. Gratitude and applause minutely outweigh envy.    more »

Remind yourself to practice shapeshifting your attention. Pay attention to your attention. Truly ingest, imbibe, embrace, caress – grok! – what you do your pas de deux with in the along of your every day. Pas de leaves. Pas de cat. Pas de pieds. Leaf dance. Cat dance. Feet dance.

                                    faberge

Keenly recall that if you lived in a featureless vacuum or even drifted in the starstudded reaches of vasty space -- to be set down in the impossible Faberge Egg of our beloved planet would take your breath away in marveling. So practice marveling.   more »

Presently Terran Incarnates have no inherent rights under Galactik Law. Presently Terran Incarnates have no inherent rights under Galactik Law. Only recently have Incarnates developed sufficient consciousness to be considered Galactiks rather than merely humans, the galactik slang for clever pets.

                                     nasa jpl

The raging Question that divides the Galactik Council is where the line is drawn for full sentience privileges. Terrans have been considered spiritual chattel, and few of these Earthers are given more than minimal attention by their occasionally resident Ethereal or Noncarnate. Among the Sentient Rights Party, those rare earnest Ethereals who do bother to honor and tend their Terrans, there is an outcry against Incarnate abuse -- abuse of the human creature    more »

Gleek and Rat Tooth glanced at each other with that fierce wry which was the psychic wampum between them. Dr. Sal Iva was outlining the Milk Team’s upcoming billion year K1 Project. From the galactikally gigantic sweet home sea of hula-sloshing and mesmerizing holorealitys which formed and transformed with the lyric of thought, the Milk Team was damned determined to sculpt a K1 stable dimension. A place, the first place really, where things were not air in weather, did not mogrify at whim.

                                           hiawatha belt wampum

That this notion strained galactik credulity, was scoffed at and reviled is part of the Chronicle. Sea people greet the idea of a ‘solid’ sturdy, stable. K or Kinesthetic with the derision that sleek and gliding sea-bound fish later greeted the clunky and dread-fomenting idea of horribly and cruelly lurching around in thin air on dry land. How truly awful. What kind of loonland weirdoes would want to do that?   more »

Intra-realms study can strand you in twilight elfin grottos if you aren’t alert and grounded and re-grounded in K1. Just like the slippery delusion of Romance, the archetypal worlds can be damned seductive and dangerous.

                       flat earth woodcut unknown artist

Cleave to common sense and Keep your discernment. Then you can be enriched and enlivened. Huge quaffs of Irony-laced Humortinis are required. It is my belief and experience that conscious travel in Otro, in other realms, from Fantasy to Dream to Poesie is healthier and heartier than sly or slimy forays half-known. If you find yourself feeling off-balance or your physical vision blurring (a sign of too much trance work), back out into as much fascination with K1 AllElse as you can imbibe. There are reasons these matters have been kept occult for centuries. They aren’t without considerable danger. I am convinced that in the long run people are healthier dealing out loud with whispered matters and can take the elixirs of honey and of venom if trusted to Keep their darn feet – and head! -- on the ground. If, however, you go lurching off into LoonLand, you’ll just get all the nambypambys tuttutting and breathing fire about pagans and witches. Which is piffle of course, but stay smart as we begin our travels further afield.   more »

The Ords (who had shortened their name from Ordure) were odd ducks. Well, they weren’t really ducks, but they were damned peculiar. They worked for Lord Ord who was the Cosmic Keeper of the Odd, the Angels Too Fat To Dance on the Point of A Pin.

                                                 guillaume dargaud

His emblem was, proudly, a turkey buzzard in pink, rampant on a magenta field -- the colors of entrails as the Lesser Ords scoffed cheerfully. Vultures liked guts and gluck; rot was ripe to them. Suppuration was succulent. The more stinking the ooze, the more toothsome.   more »

"You mean you're finally going to tell us what it's like to be a ShapeShifter? Before we burn you at the stake? Now while the orange flames lick high waiting to eat you alive?"

                          terry pyles

"Yes," she said, "I will tell you now. ShapeShifters, seem, of course, monsters to the flat-minded. Being a ShapeShifter is like being a photographic negative, as if your skin, your flesh, were some magic emulsion upon which experience imprints, engraves itself. As if you were a soft, warm wax in which events impressed themselves like a seal. You are like some spy's 'multi-sense bug' which overhears oversmells, versees, overfeels, overtastes holds, records, keeps the vibrations of people's souls, of sentients' souls. And all is sentient. ShapeShifting is why you seem to know their deepest secrets. You do. Because to a rare degree, you *are* them.    more »

It is disconcerting to begin to accept least of all explore our gateau nature, our layer cake of multi-D and multi-T experiences. Multi-dimensional & multi-temporal. Most of us prefer the less vertigo of amnesia or what the Greeks call Lethe, the river of oblivion, of forgetfulness; or a half-live lethargy.

                                                wayne thiebaud

It is essential to always honor K1, our shared kinesthetically persistent layer of reality, and be able to move among suitable awarenesses with care and discernment (which is why drugs are so ugh for serious study. I don’t mean serious as in grim but as in concentrated/distilled.)   more »

“The study of meaning is more pertinent and poignant than the study of reality. The Eskimos, for instance, discriminate twenty-six words worth of snow variations or escapades of crystalline water. The Eskimo dialogue with snow is more complex in hues and shapes of meaning than ours, though the presenting reality through which you and I also scrunch is doubtless the same.”

                     alice munman

Bunga Low was the favorite daughter of the famous fin-de-siècle low-cost housing architects Pavi Lion and Ken Nel. In the new century Bunga was being interviewed for the cover story of Galactic Gazette, a fiercely progressive rag. Bunga was transfixed by the architecture of consciousness -- How do you get people to fling open their doors and windows to the zephyrs of awe?"   more »

What part does art play in solving the quantum equations of the next human leap into a kinder destiny? .. Art is as important as air in this glory of attentions, your life. Art is the brandy of attentions, distilled, golden, intoxicating. Among Dr. Druid’s subversive and blatant goals is the inoculation of your heart with art, with the haunting, daunting necessity of art.

                anthony mccall

Art ain’t a luxury, for other people. I’m not saying artists cannot be belligerent morons who monger war and gigagreed, but 99% of art is a start away from being willing to do killing. Art can soak up & transmogrify the energies people otherwise insanely use to hate and to obliterate. .. As Lord Byron would have it, “We thus dilate our spirits to the size of what we contemplate.”    more »

Hmmm, I thought, Why not in some random periodicity, nimbly (imagine an sure-footed mountain goat on a steep hillside) improvise some commentarying on these 77 qualities of mischievous swift gladness, a non-creed, anti-creed, post-creed commentary? How droll and perhaps even glittering, sequined for all we know.

                                    paul klee

Since our babbling-brook stream of consciousness sometimes has the attention span of a firefly, relishes small delightful illuminations, this forty-day gig on a single quality ain’t on per se, but I thought I’d leave the timing in the legerdemains of the Greatest Deity Drolloa.    more »

So what do you want in a photonic scientist, psyentist, or knower? I would say that an affection for the abzurd is handy.

                                                       harry tjutuna

And especially useful is dear Keats’ Negative Capability: “ . . . which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason -- Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge . . . .”    more »

Remote viewing is a kind of teleportation, a visiting of a terrestrial place where your daybody is not. It is another way to practice making your attentions’ capacities more elastic and eclectic. Remote viewing is that variation, that facet of the out-of-body experience which doesn’t go gallivanting off around the galaxies, but rather to a Russian submarine harbor (a Cold War favorite) or to downtown Paris. Or your living room.

                                                      craig allan charles

The underlying point of all our exercises is to make your kaleidoscopic life experience more keen, more jolly, more exquisitely luminous and breathtaking – your birthright. You’ve heard of a lot of capacities as occult or ‘weird’ or mystic. None of these really. You just weren’t taught them in your usual school.    more »

Itshehimwe doesn’t have a sexual orientation per se. Itshehimwe has an inclusive lust, an encompassing tenderness. Itshehimwe covets the stark vast beauty and ache of the distance between the stars.

                                                             craig allan charles

The stoicism, the chaste patience of the desert rock outcroppings. The gorgeous violence of coupling horses. The strut, the rut. The sheer celebration and might of the oak tree’s offering its vast leafiness to the sapphire sky. The oak tree, master conjurer, turns dirt and water into bark, magnificence, elixir sap, and all those leaves.    more »

When I first found out, I didn’t want to be from another planet. It’s like finding out you’re adopted. It’s disorienting. Like after your first major earthquake, you never feel the same simple sureness again.

                                              miro

Obviously when people ask you where you’re from, you say, "The Eastern Shore of Maryland." Saying "I’m from Bylar, a planet of intricate beauty where all sentience is irrevocably lost" is not an ice-breaker in the earth-based social swirl.   more »

We've been practicing the scales of attentions and eclectics. We want to give you both techniques & tricks and the demonstrations of attentions being discovered.

                                        songlines prince of wales

I plan to share my experiences of the blossoming of the eclectic for me so you can get a sense of how these extraordinary experiences mysteriously and magically appear within the ‘ordinary’ day. I honor folk who spend decades in a cave devoted to exquisite experience, but my job and the druid way of life is to cajole and exhort you to the constant extraordinary within the daily life.   more »

Amethyst key. Ah Dreams. The octessential grok here, the amethyst key, is that for druid shamans (as often women as men) our day life, the dayreal, is just as much a dream as our remreal -- our sleeping dreams or other lucid visions.

                                                    emily kame kngwarreye

There’s this silly myth, by the way, that the druids disappeared. Nah, we just changed our camouflage, took a shift from our darling deep-rooted oaks to being titwhistles and unicorns, invisible in plain sight. More mobile. The true observer empathetically shapeshifts into everyeachthing s/he observes.   more »

Yes, levitation is fun. The first time it happened to me, I was definitely er-uh-gulp disconcerted though.

                                                    prairienet,org

I had been asleep on a mattress on the floor of a cabin in Ripton, Vermont where Robert Frost lived late in his life. I was alone in the cabin. It was a summer afternoon about 37 years ago. I was sprawled on my stomach in a tee-shirt and shorts, barefoot. I heard a man’s voice as if deep in my head say, “Don’t worry,” as the whole darn mattress and I began to rise off the floor.    more »

One of the glories of our beloved Earth Dream is the suddenness with which a lifechanging learning can occur to you – the apple falling on your Newton head. Thus it was when I learned that attention is a thing.

                       goldsworthy, goodwood

First, a few new tidbits to pack for the jaunt to Attentionland. Frolic is my pure-essence-of-creation’s-wonders tiny, silver Burmese cat. Then we need to recall the amoeba and the pseudopod. Remember that a paramecium is the oval-shaped single-cell protozoa with many little hairs sticking out of its sides which act as oars to busily propel it through the water. It is a sensible, orderly tiny creature. The dear single-celled amoeba on the other hand looks like a small splat, a spill, a little puddle. It moves by oozing a portion of its inner gluck into a pseudopod or false foot towards which it glides. So now we have the main characters for the little drama which taught me one of the great secrets of the universe.    more »

My relationship to manypoem, the multiverse, is mostly mischievous, often sublimely, supernally silly, sometimes deeply sweet, seldom solemn.

                       mountlehmanllamas

So, most of my messages are tinct with Vitamin I (Vitamin Irony) and are what they called a few centuries ago: joaks. More than instruction or prophetic nudges, they tend to be hilarious or tender tonics. A quick swill of psychic brandy to brighten the tasks at hand. It is the intersection of the seemingly external event with your own train of thought and feeling that gives synchronicity its bullseye startling feel.    more »

Before we embark on the lives-long filigrees of fascinations of synchronicity, of mismotiempo, let’s add rhapsody to our vocabulary pantheon. The word ‘rhapsody’ means ‘woven song.’

                                         andy goldsworthy

Talking about treasure hunts, when I first saw that ‘rhapsody’ means ‘woven song,’ I swooned. My knees went meltingly weak and I sighed that dangerous sigh you feel when you spy an handsome pirate – you know you’re in for a lot o’ woe, but he’s swashbuckling and bloody irresistible – your heart flies from you. My heart flew from me at the kaleidoscope-turning muy yum tastiness of ‘woven song.’    more »

Another lifelong attention & visualization tuning and honing exercise is spelling backwards.

                                           thomas hawk

Many people insist they ‘can’t visualize anything.’ This isn’t true, of course, but, gee, they are convinced. (Ask them to tell you how to get to their house or how many chairs they have in their living room.) To understand how I came up with this spelling backwards trick, let me tell you a glimpse about NLP. NLP is one of the cleverest and clearest templates of how the mind works, but it has this silly enormous rhinocerously cumbersome name: Neuro-Linguistic Programming.   more »

So what have we begun to learn so far in our introduction to the alchemy mind? We’ve begun to imagine the infinite optimism of deft attention, the treasure hunt of eclectically finding that everything is interesting.

                 spot,colorado,edu

We’ve begun to grok (drink in deeply) the understanding that we’ll be increasing the voltage of interesting to fascinating throughout our 66-Day apprentice druid adventure.   more »

It’s time to get you going on a journal. You may already keep a journal, but having kept a journal continuously for over 30 years, I’ll tell you my details and you can refine what you do or begin anew as the case may be.

                              andy goldsworthy

I have only two agreements with myself. I will write the full date and something every day. I may write, “I’m too beat to write.” In truth, with that allowed, I have almost never written that sentence. I may write a paragraph or pages, but I have kept faith with the Muse. It is the fact of keeping faith that matters to the Muse I think.    more »

Now that we’ve fortified you by sending off your often querulous and carping Inner Perfectionist for some Fiji & grog R&R, we’ll declare that you will have enough self-humor to take on the Naming Game.

            jacksonsquare,com grc-tasaki

I love this Naming Game at which I still always abysmally fail. It’s endlessly intriguing, challenging, humbling, and thrilling.   more »

Outsight will give you insight. Train your brain. The faceting and polishing of consciousness is infinitely interesting.

                            ovchamber,com palm

A principle of teaching is to chunk stuff down into pleasantly accomplishable pieces so you/I/any learner can have a lot of successes to build upon. Why then am I seemingly fiendishly going to give you a practice tomorrow at which you/I/any learner are guaranteed to spectacularly fail. How can something at which you’ll always fail be such a grail?   more »