My dear Colin Wilson, a brilliant surveyor of human possibility, often speaks of the exhilarating ‘hawk’s eye view’ which liberates us to our purposeful strengths. For myself, I have settled upon the Lapidary View. I like to treat everything as if it were a jewel. Or rather more shockedly, sudden, surprised – everything as geode.

                                                         americanheirlooms

The first time I saw a geode, I fainted. The idea that in that apparently dreary rock gleamed this staggering dazzle of crystals like a cave a wizard must live in goaded my heart and brain to permanent agog. I knew at once that the geode was one of these ravishing runes the multiverse loves to spring on you. “Dja get it? Did you get it?” Well, it’d be tough to miss the delectable pagan message of the burning geode. “Everything is jeweled inside, dumbbell, if you crack it open and notice.”    more »

I craft shamanic journeys & power stories with you that are far more direct, personal, & vivid than anything you’ve experienced before. I'm not interested in peak experiences, but in a peak life.   more »

We folk of good will won the election. So the second of the 77 qualities of swift gladness is cavort. Oh we must cavort.

                                                              colorawards  gerard kingma

One dictionary has it as prance ostentatiously. Oh yes, we must prance ostentatiously and boisterously. Ebullient are we.    more »

Whew. Frajous joy & brillig too.

rock with brains .. lewis lankford photo

Herein phoning-for-MoveOn tidbits.    more »

Beseechment for November 8. Please let me wake up in lollipop land.

                                       wayne thiebaud

There is a unicorn where where she walks music plays in the air and where her hoof falls the grasses are not bruised.    more »

One is, one supposes, with you and all the others, on the fulcrum of history, the cusp of history, a new constellation fraught with gigantic meaning, the blood, the song, the champagne in the blood, the sorrow as long as the shadows of late twilight.

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How did I latch on to something that wasn’t there? How did it drive my days for a lifetime? Why was I so sure of the whole scene, the whole meaning? The scene isn’t there either. The meaning of dawning coal-to-diamond intensity was lurking there, but not this one sere precious leaf igniting and accompanying a lonely eternity.

                                                 goldsworthy  rivers & tides

The marrow devotion, the doggéd daily optimism, were not there. The knight for light under all circumstance wasn’t there.
How much of the rest of my life didn’t happen?   more »

HoloKaleidoscope notes. In the coming shaped light, you’ll become increasingly more conscious of the holoKaleidoscope quality of your dazzling experience.

                                               web comhem

I’m trying to translate as much shaped light info as I can for the general reader, but Want to put in material for the finger-pickin' faheyesque quick reader too.   more »

Even if YOU think you hate phoning, this MoveOn phoning from home is unbelievably easy

                                                                            dvorak org

and the Reptiles are doing it day after day and ruining our dear world.    more »

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                       clublime maelstrom sphere

The chassis and handle of the CatsPurrDynamagik Healing Systems Machine are obsidian. It has etheric gem-metal alloy bands around the nozzle – copper, silver, gold, magnetic iron, quartz, topaz, and titanium last to take it all – the aura, the blueprint, the dna, the blood -- sweetly and elegantly into the future.    more »

Balls Bazook greeted our God who art Hen and her consort randy Rooster Randy with the easy familiarity of old pals.

                                       e-referencedesk

Hen didn’t stand upon ceremony with Her pals, but She was plenty pissed with a lot of egg Earth’s dimwit denizens. As soon as Her gleaming emerald eye lit upon Balls, She cried, “Balls, what in chickenfeces Hell is going on down there on My egg Earth? I am about to land an official load of major league chickenfeces on that – that –“ She clicked Her beak dreadfully, “that pipsqueak, that popinjay little King George, a fragrant message from Mother, I’ll tell you.”   more »

“Did you ever serve the red, white and blue, Bazook?” asked Colonel Fogofwar who ruled Asteroid 399 with an iron fist. Literally. He’d had his left hand blown off in 2119, the middle of the AmerIraq War which began on March 20, 2003. He’d had the shattered stump fused with a clenched iron fist. There were few beings on Asteroid 399 except for the Myrmydons and he taught then to march in phalanxes and to salute when he blew his mind-cleansingly shrill silver whistle.

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“Saluting’s important, Bazook. it reminds everyone of who is in charge. Not unlike the sign of the self-inflicted noose or tie that corporate slaves obediently knot around their own neck every morning to prove with an outward and visible sign of herd-willing humiliation their submission to the corporate overlords. ‘I am not a troublemaker. I won’t stray too far. So long as I can have a Weber grill, a BMW automobile, and a brassette-trophy wife and the Superbowl, I am willing to forfeit and even forget dignity and originality and my spunky, punky peculiar freedom whatever that might have been.’”   more »

pogblog's Glossary amplifies pogblog's fierce & droll vocabulary -- both the coined or invented stuff & the nifty and nefarious words you may not have discovered yet; for people who love words as much as mangoes or a great forward pass or an icepick in Mr. Cheney's eye; or for the just plain baffled .. . . includes: amethyst; aleph; assonance; blogovel; blood-dimmed tide; Blue/Bleu; cf; chatoyant; clint; clive/full; crapaud; Digrif; e=mc2; eclectic; enfers sanglant; filigree; frabjous joy;

                                                                andy goldsworthy

frisson; full clive; funes; gallynipper; gateau; grb gamma ray burst; grok; gwatwareg; hasyasattva; hoi polloi; karlsputin rove; lq/lizard quotient; masochists; maw; meme; mobbal; multiverse/many-poem place; nada; obsidian humor; oneiro; passive belligerence; pinguid; pog; polyglot; reagan's law; riro/reptile in reptile out; spooner; spiteful puffadder; stynking synnes vile; sursurly; third base; toot doot; tzolkin; vouchsafe; vrai; wmd brain; wolfofwolfs & so4th; .. .. ..   more »

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

                          paul klee

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

Karl Rove is walking botulism, utterly sadistically toxic. Once at one of GiganDick’s orgies, Karl got flattened on Utopias beers at 100 bucks a bottle and Duoro River Fladgate Port at 100 dollars a glass – it’s fortified with peasants’ blood or some such.

GiganDick plans to do both Iran and NoKo (North Korea) on the same night with “a blizzard of tacs.” He shouts, “I’ll cut the nuts off Mahmoud and Dear Leader Kim with one sword,” as he struts himself nekkid in front of the mirrored wall of our secret Site R suite in Sabillasville, Maryland, the under-the-mountain city where our Leaders go “to copulate and contemplate,” as it’s said by the servants behind our backs.    more »

Godette and God had been on vacation for 2005 years, 7 months or so. They thought they’d check out things in Earth House, the pretty resort planet they’d done up in a week a few thousand years ago, complete with a pearly moon and all. ..

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Godette and God zip along the glistening, kaleidoscopic warp highway in their nifty spacester. Godette loves artdecoesque vehicles. God yawns and stretches. “As much as I enjoy Galaxy WaterSilver, it’ll be good to see a zebra again and cats! I’m still not sure, Godette, that We shoulda completely cut Ourselves off from PsyNet for this vacation. I know We needed a real rest from constant communication. I know,” He added with a Leer, “how nice it was to have centuries long cosmic nights of lusciously disgusting lust without having to answer prayers and sweep up all the sparrows, but, still, I’m a little apprehensive about what the teenage biped species might have gotten up to in Earth House without Our matpat-ernal wise and amusing guidance.”   more »

So Nam and Pam By named their only son L.J. Camps (an acronym for Lord Jesus Christ As My Personal Savior) in a mockery of the idea that even the most through-the-wrong-end-of-the-telescope deity would be embarrassed to demand such petty piety as to mouth certain cowed syllables to open them Pearly Gates, or else down-escalator for thee, heathen, how ever benign, however truly kind you were. Wear and declare the LJC label or bottomless pits. Piffle. ..

                  drew bond, aka co nz

“Never did I conceive, believe that you, Slithy, you could would harden darken your heart to this shrill chilling degree. I thought irony would protect you from the slaught, the rat-gnawed ravages of the Mind Parasites.    more »

memo to diGrif re random parameters of Z Project; How, without being as goldplated a jerk as they, can one stop, unhinge, deflate, penetrate the 2000-year-old juggernaut of Institutionalized, packaged Christianity as this pious platitudinous they-get-to-assail-you and if you jolt-back, they cry foul thing? ..

                                                                                          bigwood

One could probably pretty easily bite their ankles and/or just stab them so they ffffing bleed to death, and that is a Temptation, but the larger point is to icepick or to rapier it so they ‘get it’ and they know that you haven’t eschewed what -- dignity? just to get them to Please Ffffing Jesus Shut Up with their tedious arsenically offensive proselytizing. Punch them in the damn nose? stamp on their holier than thou carcasses until they’re jellified? Satisfying but not the unholy grail we’re looking for.   more »

a quixote of quirk: the unit of obsidian droll + whimsy required to sustain a comic life.

                                williamweston co uk

"SETI people define a unit called the Hellas—the amount of information needed to convey a civilization—to be about a billion bits.” ...    more »

In their no doubt zealous desire to “protect the American people,” our leaders have spent the precious reputation of a country which tries to be better. (Now this is an illusion. I was certainly never taught in school here in USA about the M69 napalm firestorms in 67 of Japan’s wood, straw and paper cities.) How ever faux, the world saw us as somehow trying to be just.

                                   sistersofmercy

Now our Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib and our general hysteria and grotesque hubris have made us distrusted and disgusting. It’s all about means and ends. Your ends can not be nobler than your means were. Amnesia and/or rationalization can blur the memory, but, unlike in Dresden, 67 of Japan's firestormed wooden cities, Abu Ghraib, and Guantanamo, we must fight for means that, if not, forlornly, serene, are at least not vile. ...   more »

The Firstest Amendment: Self-evidently it is trooth that we each & all have the sentient right to as much fun as possible (amfap) consistent with roughly equal sharing of whatever latrine-cleaning tasks have to be accomplished in any given Realm. Awarthogs.

                                           chris johns national geographic google

... The Fight for Fun (FiFF, among the hipnoscenti) was led by the tuffest, cutest, rootiest tootiest war thog they ever hatched: Balls Bazook. Fecund fun, that is the cri de coeur. Hip hip funsaway. Balls was supremely laffable – able to laff. You had to love Balls – he was truly hung. It was hard to know which was bigger, his balls or his heart. Balls Bazook, chieftain of war thogs. .. Balls said, “The Earth Movie is running over-budget. We’re fouling the locations. Too many droves of extras are actually dying. Karmic insurance will no longer cover this production.” .. .. Part 4 .. Only the deep space raiders and traders and traitors knew about the wererats. Most people, or octopoids for that matter, took deep space in suspended animation. Those who could remain awake saw and/or knew (yeah, in almost the biblical sense) beauties and monsters beyond compare. The unspoken-of were the wererats. The wererats gnawed on your brain and ate your eyeballs from behind. They fed on the secret seething stashes of petty loathsomenesses you had stored up in the dungeons and bleak cold corners of your brain where it might or did go insane. The where you not only did not give one damn about anyone or anything – a free fall of ennui – but you wished it all ill. One-stop hell. ..   more »

The yawning MSM silence about RFK Jr's comprehensive June 15 Stolen Votes article in RollingStone

made me yet more head-banging-against-so-many-walls aware that we are in the frog-in-cold-water rise of totalitarianism in USofA.   more »

I used to use a variety of expletives along the way in my life, most of which, except for Balderdash! are recognizable to the profane-sailor crowd.

But since 2000, I often wake up in the middle of the Bush-et-Ilk nightmare-ridden night hearing myself cursing at full the-horror the-horror yell, scaring the cats and waking the neighbors, that eighteen letter word, "FloridaNaderVoters!!" as if the sky were falling. .. ..   more »

An update on the Janie/Johnny DreamSeed Project. I outlined the idea of upping the active-ante of openly promoting lucid/active dreaming

while carrying my Dream Peace sign and otherwise being out & about. Here’s what I’ve gleaned so far. [Bringing up dreams to strangers; Prejudice against dreams; Dreams for the disabled; Ted Kennedy & training dream engineers; Your night at school; new handout card.] .. ..   more »

If bless-ed Jason Leopold is right, we'll get a mental reprieve

-- if Senor Sadist Karl Rove("I don't just want to defeat you, I want to ruin you, pluck all the feathers from your better angels' wings, one by naked & raw one") gets the frog march. .. ..   more »

Unarmored but not unarmed, our champion, Sir Stephen surColbert, in the face of the most damnable danger, stood his ground, stood our ground. It was sursurreal.

Calling upon the shade of Sir GoodLuck Murrow, Sir surColbert des Ouefs with mad aplomb sent forth his shafts to smote Prez Dunce who was so deep in fell falsehoods that he looked utterly besmattered, completely encrusted with the droppings of the great leathery-winged DownRightLiesOndor Bird. [image by Rob Kelly]   more »

Stephen put his Huevos Grandissimos & Eagle Stephen Jr's future

on The Line at The Press Dinner 15.5 feet from The Decider. I was actually happy for the first time in 5 years¹. Whatever else Colbert does, he's done this with ffffin glory. It'll go down in Comic History with the Dead Parrot sketch, but muy braver. And to give Helen Thomas all those chops -- hip hip daggone hurray! I am proud to carpe comedy on the same planet .. ..   more »

To non-farm folk, the idea of renewable energy, of fuel based on plants which can renewedly grow every year feels intuitively sound and joyous even. Oh dear.

The rub is topsoil. Even more fragile than the supplies of fossil fuels is the supply of topsoil on the planet. Corn is a master plant. A miracle really. One of the greatest foodstuffs ever imagined by the glorious gods. But. Triple but. Corn or maize is the most soil-greedy plant on Earth. To bet your grandchildren’s future on corn fuel (ethanol) is deeply foolish. Shucks. (A corn joke ..) .. ..   more »

Sadlyissimo, the disease of Don Rumsfeld's hubris, exacerbated by complications of Cheneyprosy Condition, has been a bleak and black plague upon the hopes of now quarantined America that will take a generation to de-scar. .. ..    more »

Recent Polemics & Poetics out & about on The Web. .. ..

McCain is a KoolAid salesman with a conservative voting record in Congress. 'Hugging' Bush? Hugging Falwell? There are things you cannot do and still be called a person of integrity. Note the 'grit' in integrity. It isn't easy -- that's why the word is so hallowed. For Mr. McCain, it's become hollowed. .. ..   more »