Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The green flame within

Yesterday came and I spent the sunset in a hidden swingset, going up into the blue and down into the snow covered bricks and glass. On my walk home I studied the perspective of my enviroment, thought about what to do with my gift.
I have a constant worry in the back of my neck, that I am wasting my potential with the mundane. That my dreams will dillute in the concrete and I will be sick and asleep, wrapped in plastic.

I refuse to give in, to let my insides fall out. I worry about what's to be done in the world of tomorrow, but I squander my moment. I have things to do, things I neglect. Books I promised I would read, pictures and stories to be told. I know that I have to focus on my promises before I can move on.

I will do what needs to be done, then take on the next. One step at the time.

Here's a round up of interesting links I've come across.

Mandala creation, by tibetan monks.
they carefully create the mandala with sand, the intricate designs contain meme-deites, much like the geometrical contructs of the psychedelic.

Reflecting the divine, one grain of sand at the time.

Looking for something to listen to while surfing the lower rings of the self aware net?
How about the soothing voice of Terrence Mckenna telling you about the machine elves and psilocybin?

Here it is in the Psychedelic Salon.

last but not least, when you're feeling down, sometimes the simplest of advice can really make a difference. Bypass the contemporary cynicism by gazing onto these beautiful pieces of love.
Good advice!

That's it for today.
Please leave a comment if you stumbled across this, I'd like to know who's looking in.


Sunday, February 26, 2006

Princes of the universe

ere we are, Born to be kings,
We're the princes of the universe,
Here we belong, Fighting to survive,
In a world with the darkest powers,
And here we are, We're the princes of the universe,
Here we belong, Fighting for survival,
We've come to be the rules of your world,
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings,
I have no rival, No man can bemy equal,
Take me to the future of your world,
Born to be kings, Princes of the universe,
Fighting and free, Got your world in my hand,
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand,
We were born to be princes of the universe,
No man could understand. My power is in my own hand,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, People talk about you,
People say you've had your day,
I'm a man that will go far,
Fly the moon and reach for the stars,
With my sword and head held high,
Got to pass the test first time - yeah,
I know that people talk about me I hear it every day,
But I can prove you worng cos I'm right first time,
Yeah. Yeah. Alright, Wathc this man fly,
Bring on the girls,
Here We are. Born to be kings. We're the princes of
the universe. Here we belong. Born to be kings,
Princes of the universe. Fighting and free,
Got the world in my hands. I'm here for your love,
And I'll make my stand,
We were born to be princes of the universe.

Thanks freddie.


Saturday, February 25, 2006

Thursday, February 16, 2006

at work

ah, the things we do.

Plus a pic of Goliath made by yours trully.


Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Don't hit the reality Snooze

Came across a cheesy looking website with a profound message. I won't link the site, because this isn't about esthetics, it's about the message.

"You came into this life with a plan and a purpose. And you have an awesome power at your command. It lays silently inside, waiting. . . But you need to wake up and remember. Remember who you really are. Remember what you came here to do. And remember the awesome power. It is of great consequence that you do. I do realize that this must sound pretty crazy to you. But let me assure you; it is the truth. I wish there was something I could say or do that could instantly snap you out of it, but it doesn't work that way."

"Waking up is a process. Plato described it clearly in The Republic, (Book VII; The Cave) And even though that was over two thousand years ago, he wasn't the first. The Vedas, the oldest written records of mankind, are road maps left behind by awakened ones. They tell of the various techniques and methods they used to wake up from this somnambulistic, dream-like state that we human beings live in."

"Imagine that! The very first entry in the journal of mankind is a call to awaken. It tells us that we human beings are not who we think we are; it calls upon us to awaken from this sleep-like state, and remember that we are so very much more than we think we are. And it describes the power. And ever since, artists, saints, and poets, throughout all the ages, have endeavored to call our attention to this higher and truer state of existence."

I believe that our world, defined by our perceptions and programming has led us in a path of destruction and fire. I do not see this as a negative factor, in the great scheme of things negative and positive are just degrees of measure, it all is one thing, it's one story.

For us to be great and to rise above we need to be at the bottom, in the shallow pools of our consciousness, waiting to be evaporated and brought back in to the air. To be the rain that falls down on the Earth and oceans. We need to reconnect.

I find it hard to be connected when I live in such a glittery world of technological hysteria and cancer-like greed. I watch them walk and talk about how they want more and how they want and want. I have gotten everything I wanted... I now ask myself what do I need?

I need truth, no more sarcasm. No more absent mindedness, the key is in attention to the details, the little things that make it all worthwhile. I refuse to let my mind be taken by programs, by a pop song. I want my brain to breathe pure and free.

I want to make the sacrifice, to give my attention and love.

I won't walk away when resposiblity calls.

I found a moment of connection this past weekend in a get away trip to London Ontario, I went there to train with my friend Jonathan, whom is right now a belt away from Black Belt in Kung Fu.
We went to a park outside of the heavy urban area, down Wonderland road, by a native open museum onto a sprawling park of sleeping trees and white ice.
In the snow covered mud and rocks we ran and jumped over streams of water, leaving our tracks by the ones of the inhabitants of the forest.
It was there when the world of the unadulterated nature made its way into my lungs and blood. My blood felt like fire, the air was ice down my throat. Taking it all in I found myself as a functioning pat of the woods, not as a visitor, but as a component.

On the way back from London we were walking by the river Thames across from a large park, there was a bright full moon over us, like a dancer that swings veils of blue clouds to an eternal song. I looked up, took that image in and gave a silent prayer of gratitude.

That was my key, to be grateful. No matter how things can get there's always something to be grateful about and when you give that out, when you put that emotion in the open, the world responds and sees you as a participating part of it. It is the communion that we have left behind, to be grateful to everything also means to be grateful to yourself.

It is them most empowering feeling, gratitude/love.

Thank you.


Thursday, February 09, 2006

Shiva moonwalk

It's the end of the world as we know it, lets get drunk.

I love the guys at Viking Youth

they be quite insightful sometimes in their drug/booze induced rambles. I always wanted to record my reality chats at parties and such, I guess these guys are doing it.

Anywhoo here's my image link post of my favourite sites this week.

Alex Grey, psychedelic visionary. His pictures feel like home.

Mike Weringo, one of my favourite artists. His blog and gallery are very cool!

Ed Tadem, great illustrator. Beautiful galleries.

Breath taking concept art courtesy of Sparth

I don't see what's there not to like about this art. By Francisco Perez.

That's it for me for now, going to London On this weekend to train and relax, but first a Sex party tomorrow night courtesy of Now Magazine.

Stay fresh.