The Aneurjizums of Miss Tré Taylor

Have you ever explored Divine Sexuality?

2012-01-26T18:59:00.000-08:00

Let's get it ON... Old School, REAL OLD, like Ancient Egypt 3500 BC. Old. . . Yea baby, yea! Let's re-connect to ALL THAT IS, Together. There are so many different ways to explore..... Here are some great definitions:

Tantra (a Sanskrit word which means "woven together") is a term loosely applied to several divergent and even contradictory schools of Hindu yoga in which the sexual union of male and female is worshipped either in principle or in human practice. It has also come to be applied to sex-based religious practices developed in other religions, including Bon, Tibetan Buddhism, Taoism, Christianty, Judaism, and Transcendentalism.

“Sexuality is a simple, biological phenomenon. It should not be given so much importance. Its only significance is that the energy can be transformed into higher planes.”- OSHO

Pre-Hindu tantra: Shaktiism and Shaivism
Although tantra yoga texts themselves are only dated to the medieval period in India, it is thought by some that the earliest strand of tantra yoga, derived from the Dravidian, pre-Hindu religion of Shaktiism (worship of the goddess in her numerous forms), focuses on yoni puja, a ceremony honouring the vulva -- either of a statue or a living woman. Depending upon the school of study, this puja may involve making offerings of food and liquids while chanting prayers or it may involve the deliberate sexual arousal of a woman who is believed to embody or personify the deity. A related thread of tantra yoga that derives from Shaivism (the worship of the god Siva, which predates the syncretistic religion now known as Hinduism) has at its center linga puja, a ceremony honouring the penis, often in the form of a natural upright stone. Similar objects of worship have been found among the archaeological remains of many neolithic people around the world, leading some theorists to speculate that "sex worship" in some form or another is humanity's oldest religion.

"The feeling of emptiness that is overtaking the whole Western mind is just because of sexual wastage." - OSHO

Contemplative yoga as an influence on tantra
One major strand of Hindu tantra yoga centers on meditation. Allied to non-sexual meditative schools of yoga, such as hatha yoga (the yoga of body posture) and bhakti yoga (the yoga of devotion), this contemplative school of teaching advocates a fairly non-sexual approach to worship, in which visualization of a deity, chanting of a mantra, concentrating on iconographic symbols called yantras, and the practice of tapas (austerites) are the foremost activities. A highly attenuated form of yoni puja is sometimes encountered in this school, with the practitioner meditating on a yantra -- often a downward-pointing triangle -- that symbolizes the vulva of the goddess.

"Sex is the seed, love is the flower, compassion is the fragrance." - OSHO

Kundalini yoga as an influence on tantra
Some Indian tantra yoga teachers recommend practices that may include meditation but also share elements with kundalini yoga, in which subtle streams of energy are thought to be "raised" in the body by means of conscious posture and strenuous breath control. Most teachers in this school of tantra advocate the retention of semen as a prerequisite for spiritual advancement, although they differ on how much sexual arousal it is good to provoke while retaining semen -- and few have anything at all to say about a possible female counterpart to semen retention as a spiritual path.

"Why do you take by force what you could obtain by love?" ~Powhatan

Hindu "right hand" and "left hand" path tantra yoga
Best known to Westerners are the several strands of tantra yoga in which worship services take the form of a sexual ritual featuring slow, non-orgasmic intercourse as a prelude to an experience of the divine. This broad category of tantric sex ritualism, which derives from the pre-Hindu religions of Shaktiism and Shaivism, has in turn produced two schools of practice: The "right hand path" is one in which the ritual is more or less seen as meditational, or a monogamous rite, or may be allied to the yoni puja of Shaktiism; while the "left hand path" is one in which dozens -- or hundreds -- of couples may engage in the ritual sex act at the same time, sometimes following the lead of a pair of teachers. This latter path is the one that has earned tantra yoga the reputation of being orgiastic and even "satanic" among thse who are ignorant of its history or prejudiced against sexuality.

“Sex has to be transformed – neither repressed nor indulged. And the only possible way to transform sex is to be sexual with deep meditative awareness” OSHO

Tibetan Buddhism and pre-Buddhist Bon forms of tantra
A modified verion of pre-Hindu tantrism can be found in contemporary Tibetan Buddhism, where it seems to be a blend of pre-Buddhist goddess worship mingled with influences from the ancient Tibetan animist religion known as Bon. Like Hindu tantra, Tibetan Buddhist tantra encompasses schools of practice that range from the meditational to the sexually active.

"Straight away, remove yourself from the field of spiritual progression , stay away from contemplation and skillful discourse, do not do research or meditate on the divinities, and stop concentrating and reciting textbooks! Tell me, what is the absolute nature of reality which allows no room for doubt? Listen carefully! Stop holding on to this or that, inhabit your true absolute nature, and peacefully enjoy the essence of what it is to be alive!" ~Abhinavagupta

Taoist "tantric" alchemy
That other great Asian religion, Taoism, has its own tantric schools, each with a different view of the role of sexual activity in the life of the aspirant. One strand of Taoist tantra is called sexual alchemy, or, more popularly tantric alchemy. Like Western alchemy, Taoist sexual alchemy places a certain amount of emphasis on the search for immortality or at least long life. Presumeably influenced by the male-centered, kundalini-derived forms of Hindu tantra, Taoist tantric alchemy involves breath and muscle control and emhasizes the retention of sperm as proof of spiritual attainment. Other Taoist tantra teachers, working out of a paradigm that seems to be derived from Shaktiism, claim that Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism, was in fact advocating a form of yoni puja or worship of the vulva when he wrote about "the valley spirit."

Is sex dirty? "Only if it's done right" ~Woody Allen

Judeo-Christian "tantric sex": karezza et al
Going still farther afield, the term "tantra" or "tantric sex" is frequently -- for the sake of convenience -- applied in error to Western religious or spiritual practices in which slow, mindful sexual union (or masturbation) creates a path to the experience of spiritual ecstasy. Some of these Western practices arose during the 19th century, apparently by spontaneous discovery, and have no specific relationship to tantra yoga at all -- although one American popularizer of Western sacred sex (Alice Bunker Stockham) is known to have travelled to India to study Hindu tantra yoga. Each "discoverer" gave his or her system a unique name -- the Reverend John Humphrey Noyes preached the doctrine of "Male Continence"; A. E. Newton wrote of "The Better Way;" Alice Stockham pioneered "Karezza"; Paschal Beverly Randolph advocated "Eulis!...or the Anseiratic Mysteries"; Thomas Lake Harris practiced a form of breath-eroticism as well as non-corporeal sexual union with beings from other dimensions; George Washington Savory described "Hell Upon Earth Made Heaven" through the religio-mystical practice of "Passive Coition" and "Bosom Love;" Stockham's student John William Lloyd coined the term "Magnetation;" and Stockham herself published George N. Miller's novel, "Strike of a Sex," in which he described the fictional but karezza-like "Zugassent's Discovery." While these Western spiritual practices share certain common sexual techniques with traditional Hindu tantra yoga, most of them fit conveniently into Christian, Jewish, or Transcendentalist conceptual frameworks, obviating the need for the practioner to adopt a culturally "foreign" religion.

"When she was good, she was very very good. And when she was bad, she was SENSATIONAL" ~Martin Hunting

Neo-Tantra in America and Europe
Beginning in the late 1960s and early 1970s the so-called "sexual revolution" in cultural mores, along with increased interest in Eastern religions, led to the widespread popularization of spiriutal-sexual techniques derived from Indian tantra yoga under the slightly misleading name "tantric sex." From that time to the present, gurus and teachers both Eastern and Western have promoted a variety of belief-systems that incorporate to a greater or lesser degree the religious and cultural assumptions and practices of Indian tantra yoga in pursuit of a range of goals as disparate as what one detractor calls "better sex" and actual "moksha" or liberation (e.g. liberation from reincarnation, if reincarnation is included in one's cosmological paradigm). One of the characteristics that sets neo-tantra teachers apart from tantra yoga gurus is that in neo-tantra the emphasis on sexuality is usually quite obvious; in tantra yoga, the opposite is often the case, with some modern gurus insisting that tantra yoga is not sexual at all or that it teaches nothing about sex per se and that the entirety of the practice is concerned with the chanting of mantras, visualization of yantras, practicing of tapas, and the like.

"Someday, after mastering the winds, tides and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of sexual love. Then, for the second time in history, we shall have discovered fire!" ~Teilhard de Chardin

Sex ritualism: a biological appraoch to the sacred

The sexual rites found in tantra yoga, Taoist sexual alchemy, karezza, neo-tantra et al form the basis for orthodox religious worship services and are also at the core of the personal spiritual paths of countless individuals. This has been true for millennia and continues to be the case to this day, despite the persecution of sexuality in most modern civilizations. In my opinion, the reason that such strikingly similar sexual rituals have arisen spontaneously in different eras and places -- and the reason they so easily cross socio-cultural boundaries -- is that sex worship itself is rooted in the neurological hard-wiring of the human body; because it is something which, when practiced correctly, allows the participants to experience what seems to be -- what IS, for all intents and purposes -- the presence of deity in the person of the sex partner. Written By Catherine Yronwode

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find , all the barriers within yourself , that you have built against it." ~ Rumi

Ordinary sex: For most people the sex act is a release of tension, or as Osho puts it, 'it's like a good sneeze'. If a man feels an overflow of sexual energy, he usually wants to release it as quickly as possible in order to relax. However, if he ejaculates, there will be a waste of energy.

"Tantra is not sex. Sex is pigs making little pigs." ~Rahasya

Tantric sex: When the sexual act is practiced with meditative awareness and without loss of the seminal fluids, there is no loss of energy, and the act is not followed by fatigue and a feeling of the blue. On the contrary, following the Tantric sexual act vital energy is multiplied and conserved. When both partners melt with each other, vital energy is exchanged between the masculine and the feminine, and the energy build to higher levels.

"How can I love you if you won't lie down?" ~Mullah Nass'r Udin

The Indian master Osho says: 'If you are not in a hurry to finish the act, it by and by becomes less sexual and more spiritual. Sex organs also melt into each other. A deep silent communion happens between two body energies, and then you can remain for hours together. This togetherness moves deeper and deeper as time passes. But don't think. Remain with the moment deeply merged. It becomes an ecstasy, a samadhi, cosmic consciousness' (Osho: Book of Secrets, p. 468).

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2012-01-16T20:55:00.000-08:00

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2012: Ushering in the 100th Monkey?

2012-01-04T11:11:00.000-08:00

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was a time for reaching out and a time for letting go. It was a time of beauty and a time of horror. It was a time of hope and a time of despair. It was a time of war and a time of peace.

It was a time when in the face of great change, on the surface, everything seemed the same. Jobs were still scarce and people were still losing their homes. Money was still the currency of politics, corporate executives and Wall St. bankers still were paid yearly salaries most people would work a lifetime for and never achieve. The rich had it beyond good and the poor had long ago fallen through the cracks.

And some who sought the highest office of the land would declare that government has no role in helping those who falter. They would proclaim that those who work hard and succeed have no duty or responsibility to extend a hand to those less equipped than they. He who has, deserves. He who has not, deserves not. Let those who fall be consumed by the forces of nature, like the animals in the jungle, they declared. And lest their carcasses litter the landscape, let them also figure out for themselves how to deal with sickness, old age and death.

It appeared there was no love in the land and fear seemed to rule the day. Fear breeds mistrust, and in their fear, the people turned on each other. They were no longer each others neighbors and fellow countrymen. They became each others enemies. Their hearts and minds were poisoned with lies masquerading as truths. No one knew who to trust or what to believe anymore. Thus, they were rendered easily controllable by those in power.

On the surface, it didn't look good for them. It looked like the good guys were losing, yet again. That is, unless you'd developed an eye for looking between the cracks and reading between the lines. Unless you were attuned for seeing what is not obvious and hearing beyond words, you were likely to miss it. Yet there, growing ever so imperceptibly in the dark, a tiny ray of hope emerged. It was shy at first. Its tiny ray barely cast any light upon the earth.

But there were those who felt it before anyone saw it. Having stood vigil for millennia, in their hearts, they sheltered the spark that would ignite the flame that would illuminate the world again.

And then, when the world was at its darkest, one of them shook off her slumber, opened her eyes and declared herself awake. As she stood up, the darkness surrounding her was flooded with light and there was warmth and love in her midst. She turned to those around her and saw they were asleep. Gently, she tapped them on the shoulder and encouraged them to awaken. As the others awakened, they stood up and there was more light and love in their midst. They looked around and saw still more who were asleep and so it went. Those who'd been sleeping awakened and saw what there was to do.

In the end, after so long in darkness, it took but a moment for the light to return. It only takes one spark to ignite a forest fire, and in the end that's how it went. Human hearts awakening, the fires of unity spreading in an instant, and the last human being awakened.

This brings us to the myth of the "Hundredth Monkey" -- a new age allegory that refers to the time when a critical mass is achieved and collective behavior shifts. Storytellers, philosophers, astrologers and indigenous people have pointed to this time, 2012, as the time of the "Great Awakening."

Peter Russell, author of Waking Up in Time, calls it time wave zero, the time when time ends as we know it. A time beyond time, beyond measurable time anyway. The prophecies surrounding this age are filled with conflicting predictions. Time will end, the world will end, apocalypse now vs. complete paradigm shift, humanity evolves to the next level and harmony will reign upon the earth.

No one knows what the future holds. We don't even know what the next breath will bring us. But I wonder what would happen if enough people held a vision around a "Great Awakening" to begin at an appointed hour? What would happen if a critical mass of human beings opened themselves to the possibility that a collective event, like a massive paradigm shift, could happen?

Whatever these times may be, Mayan prophesy aside, we are the ones occupying planet Earth in 2012. We are the ones whose choices set the stage for all that follows. We are the ones who, in our daily lives, either allow our inner light to shine in the world, expressing love and reflecting the highest good for all of mankind, or out of a mistaken belief that there is a limited supply, or that who we are is not enough, shield our inner light from view. Whether or not there is a collective event that involves a "Great Awakening" for mankind depends upon our collective willingness to have it be so.

Clearly there is work to be done. Can we do it? The eternal optimist in me says absofrickinlutely we can! Will it happen in our lifetimes? Who knows? That part is not my concern. My only concern is that I live my own life aligned with the values I believe are essential for this event to occur and that I encourage others to encourage others do the same.

What are those essential values to live by? Here's my list. I don't claim for it to be the last word on the subject. I'd love to hear yours.

10 Essential Values for Living a Transformed Life (And Ushering in the 100th Monkey)

1) Accept personal responsibility -- 100 percent of the time. No exceptions. Responsibility is not blame. It is a choice, a place to stand, from which freedom, aliveness and creativity is possible.

2) Honesty -- 100 percent of the time. Tell the truth as you know it, especially when it's uncomfortable. No exceptions.

3) Integrity -- Honor and live as your word.

4) Authenticity -- Be and live as who you are. You're the only you, everyone else is taken.

5) Generosity -- Live from an open, giving heart. What goes around comes around.

6) Contribution -- Make a difference in the lives of others. Life has meaning and purpose when we live for something larger than fulfilling our own personal needs.

7) Oneness -- Love my neighbor as myself. We are one and the same. Outwardly different, inwardly the same. All is one.

8) Love -- Give it, be it, express it, be open to receive it. Love is all there really is. Everything else is the absence of love.

9) Abundance -- We live in an abundant universe. There is enough of everything, despite appearances. Live from the overflow. The source of love is infinite.

10) Vision -- Create a vision for your life that is large enough to hold your dreams. Live from your vision, not from circumstances. Vision trumps circumstances every time.

This is just a beginning. Spend some time with this and you'll come up with many more. Please do share them here as well as your thoughts about the 100th Monkey and the new year.

From Blog Entries by Dr. Judith Rich

I couldn't agree more. Thanks Judy.

What motivates you to work out?

2012-01-03T12:08:00.000-08:00

It’s the new year, I indulged like crazy over the holidays and I’m feeling motivated to get back in shape probably like the rest of you. What motivates you to get up and out the door to the gym? I bet other people get motivated to exercise by reading work out magazines or fitness books. You know what motivates me? Reading Erotic smut stories. Yea, that’s what does it for me.

What gets my lard ass out there is the thought of… ‘her smile widened as she went to work undoing his pants for a second time. Once she pulled them down over his hips. His large thick cock sprang to attention between her legs. She grasped it, wiping the pre-cum from the tip and bringing it to her lips and licking it off her fingertip. She attempted to go down on him, but he stopped her by grasping her upper arms and pulling her up and against him. “Not now. I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours first” he growled’…

Fantasizing about outright lustful moments gives me that extra hard “Push” up the anguishing steep hills. Listening to some serious funk tunes helps too. That's how I roll. You can't even imagine what I do to get myself motivated to clean out the refrigerator. : o

Happy New Year indeed.

2012-01-01T18:09:00.000-08:00

OMG he was sooo hot. He wanted to devour me and completely consume me. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by his raw desire. I was re-awakened to a part of myself I thought I had lost. I haven’t taken a lover since Charlie and I broke up in 2008, this dear man just sparked the life back into my sleeping pussy. Some part of me had given up on caring about feeling sexy, or desirable. I thought I had lost my bloom. Even though we didn’t REALLY DO anything, it was the fierce passion and fire of his wild desire that has given me back my desire. I haven’t felt that in such a long time… this is a great way to start a new year.

Thank you yummy man.

Pancho Ramos Stierle, You are an Inspiration!

2011-12-07T14:57:00.000-08:00

I just read an inspiring GREAT article: http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=127

If You Want To Be a Rebel, Be Kind
--by Nipun Mehta

The police had declared Monday, November 14th of 2011 as the day of the raid on the Occupy Oakland encampment. It was the first Occupy site to call for a general strike that shut down the fifth largest port in the country; it was also the first Occupy gathering to report a shooting and a murder, as police violence also reached new heights. With tensions mounting amidst political chaos, police escalated their violent crackdowns and the narrative of fear. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were spent in preparation for the raid, police from around the state were called in, and uncertainty filled the air.

The night before, Pancho Ramos Stierle heard about growing tensions in the community and thought, "If police are stepping up their violence, we need to go and step up our nonviolence." So on that Monday morning at 3:30AM, Pancho and his housemate Adelaja went to the site of the Occupy Oakland raid. With an upright back and half-lotus posture, they started meditating. Many factions of protesters were around but the presence of strong meditators changed the vibe entirely. Around 6:30AM, the police showed up in full force. Full-out riot gear, pepper spray, rubber bullets, tear gas. All media was present, expecting a headline story around this incredibly tense scene. Instead, they found 32 people, all peaceful, with Pancho and Adeleja meditating with their eyes closed in the middle of the Plaza. As the police followed their orders of arresting them, people took photos -- particularly of two smiling meditators surrounded by police looking like they're ready to go to war. Within a day, that photo would spread to millions around the world, as Occupy Oakland raid ended without any reported violence.

One such experience can be enough for a lifetime. For Pancho, though, this is just run of the mill. In small ways and big, he is always looking to step up his compassion in the most unexpected places.

Raised in Mexico, Pancho was fascinated by the stars, planets, and galaxies. He would always look up in outer space and admire the border-less cosmos that we inhabit; and he'd imagine looking down at Planet Earth from outer space -- and not seeing any lines across countries. He envisioned a world of oneness and unity, and when he got a full scholarship to study the cosmos at University of California at Berkeley, his vision got a huge boost. He moved to Berkeley to pursue his PhD in Astrophysics.

On campus one day, he serendipitously engages in a profound hallway conversation with a janitor. It opens his eyes to the janitor's incredibly difficult life. Something awakens in him, as he actively starts looking for solutions. "I saw that instead of PhD’s, what the world needs more are PhDo's," Pancho recalls.

As time went on, Pancho realizes that his research supports an institution that actively proliferates nuclear weapons. That tips him over the edge. Not only did he stop cooperating with the university system, he starts raising a dissenting voice.

When his complains fall on deaf ears, he partakes in a nine-day fast with other students and professors across California to request an open dialogue with the UC Regents -- the governing body of the University of California. The fast cultimates at a public hearing of the Regents. When the student request is denied, they lock arms in nonviolent protest and sit peacefully. To disengage them, the police are ordered to make an example of one of them. They lift up this man, slam him to the ground, put a knee on his neck, twist his arms behind his back and handcuff him ruthlessly. Supporters start shouting at the overt show of inhumane behavior towards a fragile student who hadn't eaten a single morsel of food for nine days. That man was none other than Pancho.

The story would end there, except that Pancho's strength resided beyond his body. "It was excruciating pain," Pancho recalls. Perhaps the police officer picked on Pancho because of his small and skinny frame, but the outer force is no match for Pancho's inner might. The injustice is obvious, but Pancho knew that the officer is not to blame. In a completely unrehearsed move of raw compassion, Pancho, with all the love in his heart, looks directly into the police officer’s eyes, and says, "Brother, I forgive you. I am not doing this for me, I am not doing this for you. I am doing it for your children and the children of your children." The overflowing love coming from the heart of this man on a nine-day fast is unmistakable. This is not the kind of encounter that police are trained in. Seeing his confusion, Pancho steps up his empathy and changes the topic. Looking at the last name on his badge, he asks for the officer's first name. And addressing him as a family member, he says, "Brother, let me guess, you must like Mexican food." [Awkward pause.] "Yes." "Well, I know this place in San Francisco that has the best carnitas and fajitas and quesadillas, and I tell you what, when I get done with this and you get done with this, I'd like to break my fast with you. What do you say?"

The police officer is completely flabbergasted, his humanity irrevocably invoked. He accepts the invitation! Dropping eye contact gently, he then walks around Pancho and voluntarily loosens his handcuffs. In silence. By now, all of Pancho's comrades -- twelve of them -- are also in handcuffs, so the officer then goes around to loosen everyone else's handcuffs too.

There are those who use anger, sarcasm and parody to confront unjust action. Pancho does it with just the simple -- and radical -- power of love.   If he had a superpower, that would be it. He is a fearless soldier of compassion, unconditionally willing to hold up a fierce mirror of love.

For Pancho, the whole World, every moment, is his field of practice. When he was recently asked what nourishes him, his response was clear: meditation and small acts of kindness. Meditation deepens his awareness while small acts of kindness deepens his inter-connectedness. Or as Pancho would sum it up, "Meditation is the DNA of the kindness revolution."   Ever since he first went to a meditation retreat, he has continued to meditate everyday. "Pancho 2.0" is what he calls himself since then. It was as if he discovered a new technology to battle our burning world.

Spirituality often sees activism as unnecessarily binding, while activism often sees spirituality as a navel-gazing escape. For Pancho, though, the two paths merge into one. Meditation is internal service, while service is external meditation.

In Arizona, when Pancho is arrested for protesting immigration laws that President Obama called unconstitutional, he smiles peacefully for his mug shot. The Sheriff yells out an order: "Stop smiling." Immediately, it mirrors the ridiculousness of the request. Several years ago, some of Pancho's friends lived in a tree to ignite a conversation around "chopping down 300 year old trees in 30 minutes". When the authorities put a barricade around the tree to starve the tree-sitters, Pancho shows up to meditate and spread "metta" (loving kindness) to all those around him. While sitting peacefully under the tree, he is arrested. His offense quite literally read: "Disturbing the peace."

Ultimately, it was in Gandhi that Pancho found his greatest role model for social change. Perhaps for the first time, history had seen someone manifest seismic systemic shifts in the world solely through the power of inner transformation. Gandhi opposed unjust action, not just without violence but with radical love for everyone including the person doing the harm; and for every act of resistance, he advocated nine more actions for constructive social change.

"Nonviolence isn't just a philosophy of resistance. It is a way of life. Nonviolence is the thoughts we have, the words that we use, the clothes that we wear, the things that we say. It is not just an absence of violence, not even just the absence of wanting to cause harm. Nonviolence is a state when your heart is so full of love, compassion, kindness, generosity and forgiveness that you simply don't have any room for anger, frustration or violence," Pancho describes.

When Pancho stopped cooperating with the University of California system, he lost his student visa. In light of his courage, more than a dozen people offered to help reinstate his status. He appreciated the gesture but chose to stay undocumented. More than being in one geographical location or another, he was more interested in blooming wherever he was planted. Now, all of a sudden, being "undocumented", he got an experiential insight into what that meant for 11 million people living in the United States; he couldn't work, he couldn't have a bank account or a credit card, he couldn't own anything and he'd have to work low-wage labor jobs, without any insurance, just to survive.

Here is someone capable of being a rocket scientist, whose father is an Economics scholar and author in Mexico, who chooses to live without any financial currency -- just so he can be of service to his struggling brethren. He is sustained purely by social capital. His tendency to constantly seek to be helpful earns him many friends, who would host him one day of the week. And on days that he didn't have a host, he'd just live out in the woods ("Redwood Cathedral" as he calls it). Such details don't matter much for Pancho. All his possessions fit into one bag pack, as his life organizes around doing acts of service.

When Pancho learned about the troubled situation in his neighboring East Oakland, he was quite moved. Rife with gang warfare, it is an area that most people have written off. Every week, residents hear the sounds of gun shots being fired -- and that's no exaggeration. It’s a community with 53 liquor stores and no grocery stores. The tensions between the police and the community have continued to escalate, while traditional civic programs haven't made much of a dent.

So Pancho decides to do something about it, with an altogether different framework. Instead of helping from the outside, he wanted to become one of them; instead of just receiving external aid, he wondered if the community could not only discover undiscovered gifts but then share them freely with others.

With a few like-hearted friends, Pancho rents a house right on the border of two gangs. They call their home “Casa de Paz” -- house of peace. The shared values of the house include 2 hours of daily meditation, no drinking, and a vegan diet. And no locks on the doors -- anyone can come in any time.

Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, they meditate and do yoga at the local Cesar Chavez park (which has been home to several shootings in recent months). People have all kinds of reactions to their public meditations. One time, a mildly drunk man with bloodshot eyes is roaming the park with his girlfriend. Initially, they smirk and make snide remarks but then as they approach Pancho and his two housemates sitting in crossed legged meditation, Pancho opens his eyes with a loving embrace. As Pancho reaches to grab something from his bag, the man instinctively reached for something (possibly a gun) in his pocket. "Brother, here's a fresh, local, organic strawberry for you," Pancho said while holding up the edible, red-colored gift from Nature.

On another occasion, their neighbor's teenage daughter attempts to commit suicide, on a Friday afternoon. The sounds of sirens create a mild panic in the community but for Pancho and his housemates, it is another opportunity to spread love. They show up to comfort their neighbors, with a kettle of hot tea, as the family shares their troubles. Over the next month, that same teenage girl becomes a friend and gets interested in the farming projects at Casa de Paz.

Almost everyday, they facilitate these transformations. Another time, a few young boys boisterously smash empty alcohol bottles on the streets, just as a prank. Instead of cringing in fear, Pancho runs outside, barefoot. The boys could see him and vice-versa, and instead of anger, Pancho humbly bends down and starts picking up the pieces of broken glass. Something about that act took the kids by surprise, as they slowly returned back. "Brother, you see that house over there? They have a young one, and when he walks out on the street, we don't want them to get hurt," Pancho explains to them in fluent Spanish. One thing after another, the kids themselves start helping pick up the broken pieces -- and make role models of these love warriors on their street.

In isolation, these are small stories. Yet, collectively, its impact adds up. It binds the community, it creates new connections, it fills the gaps. Its like the silence in between the notes that allows the music to be heard.

"A lot of people talk their talk, but very few can walk their walk. Living in that community is hard, but living at Casa de Paz is even harder. They simply refuse to compromise their values, even in small ways, when no one else is looking. One time, I told them that perhaps their precepts were a bit too tough, and Pancho opened up a book and showed me 11 observances that Gandhi upheld at his ashram. I couldn’t say anything to that," remembers Kanchan Gokhale, a long-time friend.
One of those observances is Silent Mondays. In the tradition of Gandhi, Pancho is silent every Monday. Even on that November 14th, the day of the Occupy Oakland raid which happened to be a Monday, Pancho stays silent on principle. As the riot police arrest him, he writes a comment on a piece of paper: "On Mondays, I practice silence. But I'd like you to hear that I love you." The officer smiles. How could you not?

"On the face of it, Pancho doesn't own anything. Yet, he is one of the most generous people I've ever met," says another friend, Joanna Holsten.

How can you give, when you don't have anything? That paradox is what makes Pancho shine. When a friend asked him about service, he took her to a local Farmers Market with two chairs. She sat on one chair, and put a sign on the other chair: "Free listening." When Pancho and his friends saw unused fruit in their neighbor's backyards, they requested to "glean" the fruit and then gift it to strangers: "This is a gift from East Oakland." On a recent Sunday, they gave away 250 pounds of fresh, organic oranges that way.

That creative generosity, a kind of “giftivism”, takes all kinds of forms for Pancho.

Of the 32 people arrested at Occupy Oakland, 31 were sent home on the same day, with a misdemeanor charge. Pancho, however, is held for deportation. Very quickly, he becomes an iconic symbol for all that is wrong with the dominant paradigm. Within two days, twenty thousand people sign a petition to free Pancho. At his court arraignment, a large group of people show up to meditate -- which has never happened in that courthouse, and again confuses all the police in riot-gear who are themselves drawn to the circle. People from around the world call the sheriffs and congress representatives. Media everywhere reports the story. Vigils are held by many around the globe. By the end of the four days, Alameda County D.A. drops all criminal charges and ICE (Immigrations and Customs Enforcement) releases Pancho from jail, without any bail. No one can really explain the unprecedented move by the authorities. "It was truly a miracle that he was let go," Marianne Manilove posted on her FaceBook wall.

Francisco Ugarte, Pancho's pro-bono laywer, happily reported, "They really didn't know what to do with him." He would relay Pancho's notes from various jails that he was being shuttled to. "Tell them that I love them all. (It’s a) great place to meditate!" was his first note to friends and supporters. Francisco's second note conveyed this message: "Pancho wanted me to convey to folks that he was, for some reason, identified as a particularly dangerous inmate, wearing a red clothes in jail, and shackled so that the movement of his arms was restrained. The shackles were metal, and surrounded his waist. Apparently, this treatment is reserved only for the most "dangerous" inmates. It is unclear why Alameda County have done this. But after a short conversation, we agreed that, without a doubt, Pancho was the most dangerous person in Santa Rita Jail -- dangerous to the whole system. As Pancho said, 'The most effective weapon against a system based on greed and violence is kindness.'"

Kindness is indeed Pancho's go-to weapon.   When in doubt, be kind. Even otherwise, be kind.

As Pancho is shackled up in solitary confinement, he creates a makeshift cushion with his shoes and starts meditating. The guards themselves start taking photos to post on their Facebook walls! Moved by his equipoise under conditions of extreme stress, some guards even inquire about the specifics of meditation. One of them befriends him and gifts him an extra "package" -- a toothbrush, a toothpaste, a piece of paper and a pen. Pancho then cleans up his cell of all the litter, toilet paper and other waste; on the piece of paper he writes, "Smile. You've just been tagged with an anonymous act of kindness!", and leaves that extra toothpaste and toothbrush next to it. "I wanted to beautify the cell for the next person after me," he would later say. Jails didn't have any vegetarian food, so he smilingly fasted -- having two oranges in four days. He gifts away his ham sandwiches to other inmates, and connects with them in the spirit of generosity too. In transit, when he has more contact with other prisoners, he educates them about their rights. With the ICE agent who shackles him, he smilingly says, "Sister, your soul is too beautiful to be doing this kind of work." To which she smiled back and responded, "Thank you."

Really, there’s not much else one can respond with.
When he is released from jail, lots of media houses are frantically looking for him. Pancho, utterly uninterested in the games of fame, is unreachable. The man doesn't even have a phone. That weekend, like every weekend, the best way to find him was to meditate at Casa de Paz, or volunteer at Karma Kitchen, or farm at the Free Farm Stand. "Let's replicate constructive programs," he would say, while retelling stories of Gandhi.
From anarchists to administrators, people love Pancho -- not just because he fiercely stands up for his values but because he is genuinely and constantly moved by love. Whenever you meet him, he pre-emptively warns, “Hello, my family calls me Pancho. I’m from the part of the planet we call Mexico and in Mexico, we like to give hugs,” before enveloping you in his trademark embrace.
Former US Marine Jason Kal recalls, "When we first met, I just casually told Pancho that I liked his t-shirt that said 'ahimsa' (meaning nonviolence) on it.   The next thing you know, he just takes off his t-shirt and gives it to me. I was totally speechless. I've never seen anyone do that." Today, Jason is Pancho's housemate at Casa de Paz and a dear friend.

As Pancho often signs off his emails, “If you want to be a rebel, be kind.”

All I ask

2011-10-23T13:33:00.000-07:00

Do you remember when...

I was seven and you were eight, and we were playing hide and seek and wandered far away from the other kids. We ended up beneath a willow tree, and you asked me if I wanted to play doctor and I said, "okay!" So you said you needed to examine me, so I pulled up the skirt on my pink polka-dotted dress, and pulled down my panties and you looked very carefully to make sure that I wasn't sick. And then I was the doctor and you pulled down your shorts and underwear and I stared, amazed to see how different you were...

And do you remember your hand between my legs when I was your childhood sweetheart and we were necking in the back of a '57 Chevy? I was a good Catholic girl, so we never had intercourse, but after a lot of petting and promises, you could pretty much touch me wherever you wanted, though I never took my clothes off. Your hands would slip beneath my white blouse and push my bra off my firm young breasts and sometimes I'd let you unbutton the blouse so that you could suck on the dark pink nipples while your fingers slid beneath white cotton panties to the thick swatch of blond hair and then up and inside me, and we were trying so hard to be quiet even though we were up at Lookout Point and the only people around were other couples in other cars doing exactly what we were doing...

Or maybe you don't like me as a blonde. Maybe you prefer me as your wife, with sweet brown curls and a surprisingly wicked streak. You like me whispering suggestions in your ear, "Let me touch you, let me suck you, let me lick your cock, your balls, your asshole...call me your little girl and I'll call you daddy...call me your slut, your whore, whatever you like but please fuck me now -- I'll beg you if you want, oh yes..."

Would you prefer to beg? Me with flowing auburn hair down to my butt and green eyes and all in black. A black leather bodice laced tight so my breasts overflowed at the top, and black leather pants with the crotch cut out and black boots with five-inch spike heels and a nine-tailed cat in my hands, its soft leather aching for your back. I'd have you on your knees beneath me, begging for a chance to please your mistress, and I'd slap your face saying, "Who gave you permission to speak, little boy?! You only open your mouth when I say you do, understand? And now I want you to use it, crawl over here and lick me like you mean it." And when you do, I will get angry, and say you aren't doing a good job, and the cat will rain blows on your naked back and you will kneel there, silently begging with your eyes and trying not to scream...

I can be everything your heart desires -- everything your groin demands. And all I ask is that you never expect me to fold the laundry.

Secrets in Plain Sight Video Full Length ~ Worth Watching!

2011-07-23T22:36:00.000-07:00

If you like numbers or are a math wizard, this video will blow your mind....

Numerology Life Path 7

2011-07-12T21:24:00.000-07:00

I'm a life path 7. The 7 Life Path is the searcher and seeker of truth. You have a clear and compelling sense of yourself as a spiritual being. As a result, your goal is devoted to investigations into the unknown, and to finding the answers to the mysteries of life.

You posses a fine mind; you are an analytical thinker who is capable of great concentration and theoretical insight. You enjoy research and putting the pieces of an intellectual puzzle together. Once you have enough pieces in place, you are capable of highly creative insight, and of practical solutions to problems.

You enjoy your solitude, preferring to work alone. You need time to contemplate your ideas without the intrusion of other's people's thoughts. You are a lone wolf, a person who lives by your own ideas and methods.

As a result, close associations are difficult for you to form and to keep especially, marriage. You need your space and privacy, which when violated, can cause great frustration and irritation. When your life is balanced, however, you are both charming and attractive. You can be the life of a party and you enjoy performing before an audience. You enjoy displaying your wit and knowledge, which makes you attractive to others, especially the opposite sex. But you have distinct limits. While you are generous in social situations, sharing your attention and energy freely, you are keenly aware of the need to come off stage, and to return to the solitude of your lair. You associate peace with the unobtrusive privacy of your world. Therefore, intimacy is difficult for you, because you guard your inner world like a mother lion does her cubs.

However, all this privacy and solitude can cause isolation and loneliness. You can be aware of an emptiness in your life, a part of you that yearns for company and close companionship that may be unsatisfied.

If isolation is brought to extreme, you can become cynical and suspicious. You can develop hidden, selfish motives, which people may sense and cause them to be uncomfortable around you. You must guard against becoming too withdrawn and too independent, thus shutting out the love for others, and keeping you from experiencing the true joy of friendship and close companionship.

You must especially watch out for selfishness and egocentricity, thinking of yourself as the center of the universe, as the only person who really matters. Social contract gives you perspective on yourself and on life, while too much isolation can make you too narrow, and even shut off from the rest of the world.

Secretly, you may feel jealous of the easy relationships formed by others; you may perceive others as less inhibited than you, or more free to express themselves. You may harshly criticize yourself for not being more gregarious, powerful or capable of greater leadership.

Your challenge in life is to maintain your independence without feeling isolated or ineffectual. You must hold fast to your unique view of the world while at the same time being open to others and to the knowledge they have to offer.

With your abilities to learn, analyze and seek out answers to life's important questions, you have the potential for enormous growth and success in life. By the time you reach middle age you will radiate refinement and wisdom. Phytaguours, who lived 2500 years ago and is often called the father of numerology, loved the 7 for its great spiritual potential.

The person with a 7 Path Life often finds success and satisfaction with business, science, religion, insurance, invention, the occult and anything relate to research.

Find out yours here!

Solving the Mid-life Crisis - A Silly RTW Pilgrimage

2011-07-02T14:08:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I took Nellie the Scooter Dog and a pitcher of wine coolers to the beach, it was a gloriously sunny day here in Pacifica so we soaked up some rays and watched beautiful surfer boys do amazing stunts in wet suits – always a pleasure.

I have been feeling depressed and rather whore-moany lately, contemplating my life direction as I begin to look at going back to a day job. This time off has really been about deciding how I want to live the last half of my life. How and where I want to live and where my heart is about it all.

On my way back from the big Seattle Artcar Blowout this year I was smitten with Mt. Shasta, Lake Shastina and fell in love with the small town of Weed, CA. I could totally see myself flopping down a cool shipping container house/industrial art studio on some small piece of land and have a get-a-way off the grid remote retirement homestead there. I call the San Francisco bay area my home and Pacifica, CA is very close to my heart, but the open road is calling to me to spread my wings. Here is a Squirly Whirly Road report I made coming home near Mt. Shasta:

The goal is to be self employed and work from home or continue doing high paid contract work for 6 months out of the year and take 6 months off to spread random acts of silliness and fun around the globe changing the emotional states of millions.

As I was cruising in the Squirly Whirly back home from the state of Washington, through Oregon back to California, I saw many RV’s that were towing a car. This got me thinking about what it would be like staying in an RV for long periods of time. I have been working on building plans for a stealth 24 ft. box van studio work/live apartment, but the thought of a complete non-stealth ridiculously funny comfy already pre-made recreational vehicle sounds almost irresistible.

My idea is something huge and hilariously epic barreling down the road on a RTW (Round the World) pilgrimage - A New Artcar Project, one that I can travel comfortably in with a couple of goofy friends who want to join me off and on for 6 months of adventures in sharing music, art & debauchery. Live roadshow webcasts, make new cool friends all across the world and write all about the experience.... That is something to get excited about! Sell my wares, do some gigs go to lots of concerts and do art shows all along the way.

Working at day job seems a whole lot more juicy now!!!!!

Anyone wanna get off their Hamster wheel and come out and play?

An Eye Opening History Lesson

2011-06-26T21:48:00.000-07:00

Charles Stephen Russell... 'Cha ste rus'

2011-05-12T13:11:00.000-07:00

I found out today May 12, 2011 that my beloved friend, Charlie Russell born on January 6, 1965, was found dead this morning at his amazing art installation home, "East Jesus" in Slab City, CA. The cause of death is still being determined, but it seemed to have to do with some recent health related issue. Too young, too soon for him to go. I still can't believe it.

I first met Charlie at Burning Man in 2004, I spotted his VW Camper Bus Artcar "Cinnabar Charm" (which was named after a Th. Metzger poem) parked out in the middle of nowhere on the playa and dropped everything to stop by and check it out since I had an old classic VW Camper Bus Artcar too. He was naked and wearing a watch as a cock ring, and was trying to sleep so I didn't get to actually meet him that day, but I never forgot him, what time it was, or the bumper sticker he had that said, "Church of the Chocolate Martini."

Shortly after returning from Black Rock City, I was invited to come to Artcar Fest and got to meet artcar artists, which I did not consider myself to be at the time. Everyone that I met told me I had to meet Charlie Russell. We both had VW Camper Bus Artcars and loved martini's! I didn't get to meet him until the next year.

I stocked his website and started having a little crush on the boy from afar. I'd heard lots of stories about him and was inspired and astounded at what he was building near BLM land in southern California. I became a regular reader of his online blog/journal "asynchronology" over morning coffee for years. I was most intrigued by his poetic eccentric original ideals that seemed to have a scientific, philosophical,earthy depth. He was complicated and fascinating, I loved the way see saw the world. I needed to really get to know this wild man living in the desert alone. For a few years I got to know him at art car events and through email exchanges. I was drawing up plans for stealth box truck living and my shipping container home, he was more then helpful he was already living the dream.

It wasn't until 2008 that we finally kissed and he asked me to "Go Steady", he actually asked me, like we were in Jr. High school, very sweet. I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, he lived in Slab City, it was hard to be so far apart. We had a great time writing to one another and leaving vm messages. We were a great pair, he was "Feral Charlie, the Major of East Jesus" and I was what he called me his, "Fancy Girlfriend". We were both very happy for awhile. He posted this on his blog:

2008.04.11.1447 happy

this isn't news, nobody cares when you say, "I am happier than I have ever been in my life."
no one gives a flying fuck when everything works out, when the mountains touch the ground, and when the lovers are united, though distant...
and world peace might be the most boring thing to ever descend upon us....

be prepared, then, for lots and lots of boredom, my friend....
the future is now, and it's after the end of the world.

may our immediate future be without incident, without calamity, and without the newsworthy.
i am beyond contentment in my boring little place in the desert, with my views of the mountains
and my dog, and my friends, some shade,
and a few gallons of water for the cactus, and me.

i remain - unspectacularly, very forgetttably yours.....

- chasterus

We would visit one another, driving and or flying the 600 miles. He bought me my own little trailer for when I came to visit East Jesus. He covered it in corks and artistically fixed it up beautifully and even put a star on the door. I felt like the East Jesus Movie Star!

He was one of the most talented people I have ever met. He would take any piece of crap thing and transform it into clever beauty. He loved to debate, he loved good whiskey, guns with lots of amo and bacon and martini's and showed me how to REALLY LISTEN to the album "Dark Side of the Moon". He was a poet and passionate kind hearted fierce and loyal lover and friend. He had a great mind. He loved the "Humminy Birds" he would call them. He would joke about having a petting zoo of Scorpions, Rattle Snakes and other dangerous desert creatures. He was funny. He was serious too, sometimes too serious for his own good. He was certainly a "Fringe Dweller" in every sense word. He was a real renegade. He could be scary and unpredictable. He was crazy as hell sometimes. I think society became too crazy for him to live in, I couldn't agree more.

Charlie was a true humanitarian. He would share his world with almost anyone passing by. He had a heart of gold and would genuinely help those in need when they really needed it. He wasn't building a community of dusty artists - Off The Grid... they just found him. Charlie was original in every way imaginable. He was a great builder and designer, self taught from solar power to the most advanced micro chip. He was a HAM Radio man, a great cook and a articulate story teller and writer. He was such a bad boy, in such a good way. He had the best laugh. We shared a love of BBQ, Micro brewers, Natural Hot Springs and planned to travel all over the country to explore them, which I wish we would have done.

Performing music has been and continues to be a huge part of my life. I used to encourage him to get back into playing or composing music, since he did have a formal Bachelors in Music Composition degree. Oddly enough that is something we never got to share together. Thankfully, he started playing again after we broke up. Here are a few of his music videos. I love his voice and heart. I regret not playing music with him most.

Charles Stephen Russell made a huge contribution to the free art world as we know it. There is a new generation of people who are now creating wide open free range off the grid art compounds all over the world, because of Charlie Russell. He lived everyday the way he wanted and how he wanted it. He was a living legend and hero to us all.

Charlie I love you and I am going to miss you sweetheart. Save me a martini, and I'll see you on the other side.

An In Depth Look at UFOs, Aliens, and the Question of "Contact"...

2011-05-11T23:52:00.000-07:00

Wow, here is a great mind boggling in depth look at years of research on many topics concerning "Contact" that truly try to uncover what is going on here in this reality... Worth watching!

What do you think?

Religion Comes From Ancient Astrology and Sun Worship

2011-05-03T22:08:00.000-07:00

These are REALLY worth watching!

Ted Kratter….

2011-04-24T17:32:00.000-07:00

The world of music lost a great one today… San Francisco bay area Bluegrass and Folk guitar player, Ted Kratter died of Cancer today. One of the greatest guitar players and closest and funniest friends I have known. My heart is broken.

Lighting Fingers, I miss you. I can't begin to find the words just yet. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.

I love you.

Is the Jesus Christ of today's Christianity really Lucifer? (morning star, light bringer)

2011-04-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

What kind of God requires a blood sacrifice? Really, think about it. What kind of entity/Being feeds off of the energy of blood, pain and torture of the innocent? Every time I walk into a church where there is a bigger then life man hanging from a wall, being tortured, bleeding before my eyes, it makes me sick to my stomach. It’s horrible.

Is the Jesus Christ of today's Christianity really Lucifer? (morning star, light bringer)

Origins of the word Lucifer

Note: This hub will hopefully explain not only how Jesus may be the true Lucifer (lower case to refer not to a proper name), but also how the 'Lucifer' mentioned in Isaiah is nothing more than a fraud who did not, does not, and will never truly deserve that title.

Before we begin let us figure out Lucifer means. In Latin Lucifer means “Light Bringer” and is the name of the Morning Star. The word Lucifer appears only once in the Bible and only in the KJV. Isaiah 14:12: “How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!”

But did the word Lucifer always exist? NO! In the Hebrew language, the word Lucifer is derived from the Hebrew word הילל (Hêlēl). In fact, the term Lucifer didn’t even exist in the Biblical ages! Put thought to it; Lucifer is a Latin word. (Lux = light/fire Ferre = to bear/to bring). The Old Testament was written primarily in Hebrew, so the word Lucifer could not have been in their language. So, then if the word were not amongst them at that time, then who gave us that word?

In 382 AD, Pope Damasus I commissioned St. Jerome to write a revision of the old Latin translation of the Bible. This task was completed sometime during the 5^th century AD, and eventually it was considered the official and definite Latin version of the Bible according to the Roman Catholic church. By the 13^th century it was considered the versio vulgate – the common translation.

It was St. Jerome who placed the word Lucifer into the Bible, and not just once, but three times! Isaiah 14:12, Job 11:17, and 2 Peter 1:19.

Isaiah 14:12 according to the Vulgate translation - Et habemus firmiorem propheticum sermonem : cui benefacitis attendentes quasi lucernæ lucenti in caliginoso donec dies elucescat, et lucifer oriatur in cordibus vestries

Job 11:17 - Et quasi meridianus fulgor consurget tibi ad vesperam; et cum te consumptum putaveris, orieris ut lucifer.

2 Peter 1:19 - Et habemus firmiorem propheticum sermonem : cui benefacitis attendentes quasi lucernæ lucenti in caliginoso donec dies elucescat, et (lucifer) oriatur in cordibus vestries
Here are these same verses in the KJV.

Isaiah 14:12 - ¹²How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!

Job 11:17 - ¹⁷And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday: thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.

2 Peter 1:19 - ¹⁹We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: And the same verses in the NIV

Isaiah 14:12 – ¹² How you have fallen from heaven,
O morning star, son of the dawn!
You have been cast down to the earth,
you who once laid low the nations!
Job 11:17 – ¹⁷ Life will be brighter than noonday,
and darkness will become like morning.

2 Peter 1:19 - ¹⁹And we have the word of the prophets made more certain, and you will do well to pay attention to it, as to a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.

Note that the term ‘morning star’ is used throughout the New Testament and is in reference to Jesus the Christ. Keep this in mind.

The Hebrew translation had the word helel in the place of Lucifer, or rather St. Jerome replaced the word helel with Lucifer. What does helel mean? It means ‘shining one’.

‘How art fallen from Heaven, O Shining One son of the dawn.’
‘…until the day dawns and the Shining One rises in your hearts.’
And what then of the Greek translation? Helel in Greek translates into Eosphorus/Phosphorus. And in this translation the word means ‘light bearer’
‘How art fallen from Heaven, O Light Bearer, son of the dawn.’
‘…until the day dawns and the Light Bearer rises in your hearts.’

Lucifer

Jesus the Morning Star the Lucifer

Now we have also noticed that only one commonly accepted translation of the Bible keeps the word Lucifer and that is the King James Version. Even then it appears only once, and is given to a fallen being. But in reality, Jesus Christ is the true Lucifer. Remember, Morning Star, Shining One, Light Bearer. All of these terms were used by Jesus himself and his disciples.
Revelation 22:16 I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.

2 Peter 1:19 ¹⁹And we have the word of the prophets made more certain, and you will do well to pay attention to it, as to a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.

Ha! Then how do we explain the word Lucifer being used in Isaiah? Who is Satan? He is a being trying usurp God. Who is the Lucifer in Isaiah? If Jesus Christ is the true Lucifer, then the fallen Lucifer must be a counterfeit. If Jesus is the Christ/the Messiah, then the fallen Lucifer must be the anti-Christ/the false Messiah.

Lucifer vs. Satan

Contrary to mass belief, Satan and Lucifer are two different names and are not the same exact entities. This is the current misconception that many Bible believers have come to know for many generations already.

Lucifer is actually the angel of God that He named in heaven as one of the most, or perhaps the most perfect angel ever created. It was only when Lucifer was cast down from heaven that his alternate entity was known as Satan. Lucifer was banished because of his pure egoism, not to mention his pride that was regarded as his greatest sin. Hence by theory, Lucifer is the first one to have committed sin.

Lucifer is the name of an angel whereas Satan is the name given to the devil. It is said that Satan has lived in the Spirit world for more than 6,000 years. In this regard he has not yet been visible to human beings. It is however foretold that he will make himself visible soon by appearing physically in the world and will call himself the Beast, a very remarkable being that will proclaim himself as God.

Lucifer is not the opposite of God because he was also a creature made by God. He can thus be more likened to Michael the Archangel, in terms of position. On the other hand, Satan connotes more on the idea of an opposing resistance.

I think that Jesus taught some beautiful powerful and very helpful things, but they have been edited to say and mean something else he completely did not intend.

I think drinking his blood or eating his flesh sounds a lot like symbolic Druidic ritual cannibalism.

The bible has been deeply compromised and is shaped around very old belief systems.

The symbolism inside religions and the history of there origins are even more revealing.

Talk about baking your noodle? I think the bible has been seriously tampered with over the years. What if we were being bamboozled to give our pure devotional energy unknowingly to support something horrible? Don't you feel weird about at how desensitized we have become, and how insane it is to hear how anyone can make the bible say what ever they want it to say - even? I'm not trying to make you doubt your love for your Creator, I want you to think about what it all really means and where it originated from. Why do you believe what you believe?

I believe that there are high level Beings that show up here in this 3rd dimensional holographic space that are Avatar Christ consciousness to give us pointers, I also believe there are lower level Beings trying to keep us in the dark about who WE Really Are. I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with being born a wretched sinner or Ever being separated from our true Divine Creator.

Isn't it strange, that most of the world is feeling the economic pains of a recession, but most of the churches aren't? I think it's good to have faith in a Divine Creator, but certainly not a good idea to become conditioned to need to be rescued by some Savior, Big Brother or Government.

Let's save ourselves and one another, in a heart of kindness and compassion - rationality and intelligence and stop this madness.

Photo Proof the Moon Landing Was Faked...

2011-03-29T21:46:00.001-07:00

Here is what I woke up to yesterday morning...

2011-03-09T21:30:00.000-08:00

I just got back from the weekend. I had a great gig at the Calistoga Mud, Mustard and Music jazz festival, then went up to Harbin Hot Springs and camped in Lisa's Burning man Class B Camper Van... here is the video I took when I woke up yesterday morning...

Feel the Burne….

2011-03-05T00:14:00.000-08:00

Psycho Killer Qu'est-ce que c'est….I’m sitting in my hotel room in Calistoga, CA chilling before tomorrows jazz gig for the Calistoga "Mustard, Mud & Music" Festival. They are comping some nice dining for the band, so Doug and I are going to check out Brannan’s in a little bit.

Dangerous Martini is going to shake and stir this place up good. David Burne is going to feel a burn when we put the dangerous martini lounge spank on one of the Talking Heads covers tomorrow. I keep listening to the song here on my laptop.

The French part is interesting…Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là - What I did that night, Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là - What she said that night, Réalisant mon espoir - Realizing my dreams, Je me lance vers la gloire - I throw myself towards glory. Legend has it that this was Isadora Duncan’s last words before her tragic death. We are vain and we are blind, I hate people when they're not polite…

There is always something the same about hotel rooms no matter where you go, their just like airport bars… stale, overly nice and lonely.

"The Acrylic Years."...

2011-02-21T15:18:00.000-08:00

This year seems to be a big turn around for me. I’m starting over with my personal rig, looking in the mirror for the first time in years. I do like myself as I am, I just don’t relate very well. I suffer from a form of dissociative anxiety that seems to flare up when I am faced with my need to protect myself... from facing my own feelings and myself. Hence why I can sing the shit out of torch ballads - it's safer for me to sling the deep emotional shit artistically at you. Being a vocalist is cheaper then therapy. Astrologically, I am a fire sign but have a truck load of water in my natal chart, and haven’t quite developed the capacity for dealing with the bigger waves yet. I'm steamy either way. I seem to have become a connoisseur of avoiding reality, and certainly when it involves my body, aging, responsibility and dealing with my looks in general. I haven’t quite lost my bloom, but my petals are certainly falling off.

Is there life after 12 years of acrylic hair extensions and 25 years of acrylic nails? I hope so because I have removed every trace of acrylic from permanently being stuck to me. I have very fine and soft, brittle hair and nails always have – DUCK FUR I call it - and that was my solution – show biz fakery, or props for being a Lady in this culture…. I need a break from fake. I want to just be myself, my real self. I have a couple wigs to transition to let my hair grow out for the public, but I am cultivating the ground and planting new fresh seeds. I've endured a lot of stinking fertilizer and tilling my soil hurts.

This year I have the opportunity to examine myself and find what is up with me, though I am finding this very difficult to do. This is my internal war. Apathy, depression, boredom, creative inspiration, anxiety, unexpressed rage, injustice, fear of too much attention mixed with the need to feel significant, it’s like having the foot and the gas and the break at the same time.
ME…. Can’t you smell the stench of burnt brakes and tar….? Me… the childlike middle aged big beautiful care giving chef that sings jazz with a soul full of blues and glues squirrels to her car? ….the psychic empathic secret psychologist to the world who prays for only really one super power – To be able to heal and restore every living thing to perfect health, balance and happiness….? …. The loner, the rebel, who fights rules and lives to defy authority yet is sick of paying the price for it….? … the lost little girl who cries herself to sleep because she fears to dream of love ever again …? a highly sensual lover who is too fat and out of shape to fuck….? … sad lazy angry bitter dressed and ready to catch the next big end of the world scenario in hopes she can die from natural causes….? …planning to live in a truck as a retirement plan….? …hiding in my postage stamp bedroom, thankful just to be safe and dry and warm….? …spending time planning a future of freedom and fun and practicing being here now….? … uncovering every stone in the universe and beyond to find out what the hell I am doing here...? …choosing a simpler way of life….? …laying off the beer and bacon switching to salad and fat free yogurt for awhile….?…peri-fucking-menopause, the beginning of the end of my bleeding whiny-ass sniveling youth….?

Yep ME…the artist and singer and tour guide of really weird stuff and living silly adventures, a fine example of 'What Not To Do'....hoping to remind myself to not take life too seriously...
New strong beautiful fresh sprouts are springing up and out slowly on the outside and inside.

Let the detox begin and may a giant purple acrylic vagina be erected somewhere forbidden in my honor - to represent "The Acrylic Years."

The Art of Kitty Zen

2011-02-13T01:40:00.000-08:00

“Diva” my sweet cat is 12 years old. She is a long hair smoky black luxurious kitty with aqua blue/green eyes. I had rescued her from an animal shelter with her late brother “Dude” whom I am calling late because we still don’t know what became of him. That is a heart breaking sad story I’ll tell you another time.

Diva is my girl. We are bonded for life. She may be like a daughter to me in some ways, but mostly she has been my one truly loyal and trusted friend. She has allergies, she has a strong personality and doesn’t like to be brushed or bathed and certainly lives up to her name. She has lately developed big kitty dreadlocks in her fur and they are getting too much for her to handle anymore. I have been looking for a veterinarian locally who may be able to sedate her and shave these off for us.

Then it hit me, this sweet cat is the longest closest good relationship I have had in this lifetime, including both of my parents and my brother. She and I have been through so much together, so many ups and downs, moves, PTSD, jobs, depression, and even being homeless for awhile. Diva is the oldest pet I have had in my life. She is smart as hell too. I hear her in pictures in my head. Animals do talk, it’s a lot like what Telepathy would be, I guess. She understands me too. We are connected in a really special way.

After Dude went missing, Diva fell completely apart. I mean bad. She started chewing off half of her body fur and just was depressed beyond repair. We were both destroyed by his loss. We ended up moving to a cool pad behind a great Art College in the Rockridge District of Oakland/Berkeley, CA and within the second week I rescued a small short hair black girly kitten and named her “Gidget” – She was a Girl and a Midget. Diva was pleasantly distracted. They have become soul sisters and very close friends.

As long as they are safe and happy, I am okay. I must be honest and say, that there have been times that if it weren’t for my two girls, I may have not made it. I have learned so much from them, mostly unconditional love and remembering to purr and let myself be in the moment and enjoy it, completely. The art of kitty Zen…..my sweet little Angels with fur. Thanks for taking such good care of me.

Hope for the future...

2011-02-09T01:53:00.000-08:00

I have been tired, I mean deep down to the bone tired of living lifetime after lifetime coming back to a world where there is so much suffering and pain. I had decided that the next time I die, I'm going to have a sit down chat with the Creator and say I want a long soul vacation.
How many of you have had this same feeling?

I have done all the self help, deep meditational, medical psycho-medicational, and just about every new age "Try to feel better" thing on the planet to figure out why I feel like such crap and everyone around me too. I started to dig and do research on what actually IS GOING ON in the this world to try to make some sense of it all. I researched into all the ancient texts, religions, conspiracies, studies of human brain, psychology, sociology, economics, politics, futurist and predictive measures, magic, forbidden secret cabals, the human spirit, the earth, nature itself.... and have learned much about who we are and how we have been operating here on this 3rd dimensional space.

The why has puzzled me too. I'm pretty sure it has to do with Love and Creating cool stuff and sub-categories of such love in infinite ways of expression. Not everyone, but deep down I believe All living things want to thrive more then just survive. I have concluded that what systems we have in place currently stink. It's not about blaming or fearing who we put in charge to watch over us anymore. There is no doubt that the system has been compromised and is being managed by a spirit of scarcity and greed. We need to take a moment and look at what we are doing to ourselves, one another and to our home - our planet.

I got REALLY INSPIRED when I found this video interview with a futurist Jacque Fresco here...

Then found The Venus Project here... (Lot's of great ideas and videos in the link)

Then found the newest of a series of mind opening 2011 videos Newest Here...

I suggest watching the Zeitgeist Original Video Series here... (They are long, controversial and mind openingly interesting)

When I watched these, I felt a new sense of hope and purpose. I felt YOUNG and EXCITED about living again. I take most things with a grain of salt, and I have lot's of questions, but I like the ideas and can see a future I would like to come back too. Change, I imagine will be rough, but I believe Jacque makes perfect sense, and the truth that all human beings having there basic needs be met would certainly make this world a better place to live.

I ENCOURAGE YOU TO CHECK THESE IDEAS OUT!

Mayan calendar’s actual beginning of the end date is October 28, 2011...

2011-01-12T13:05:00.000-08:00

Hello 2011… ….What will you be bringing us this year? Is this the last year of our lives? Is October 28, 2011 the start of the end in the Mayan Calendar?

Let’s review the current list of possible scenarios on the table:

We wake up one day and have new DNA and suddenly have use of the 90% of our brains that we weren’t using before?
Solar Flare – Kill Shot?
Planet X - Nibiru returns and shakes us up?
Pole Shift?
Ascension happens for the positive kind folks on the planet and we go into the next dimensions in spiritual development?
Artificial Intelligence Singularity?
The Mothership shows up and saves mankind by taking us to a safe place?
CERN creates a black hole with the God Particle that implodes our universe?
Electromagnetic Pulse, and society as we know it ends?
Global Economic collapse – World Depression, we starve to death?
Meteorite impact?
I build a stealth cube van mobile condo and save a bunch of money living on the fringe?
Earths Ozone Collapses and we fry?
Major earthquakes that sinks the state of California into the Pacific?
The Anti-Christ shows up and does his Satanic crap?
The world is threatened by a false flag pandemic and mandatory vaccine injections are forced upon all containing Nano-chips to be used for mass control of the human race?
Underground giants in hibernation chambers come back to life and destroy us?
Mega tsunami?
Alien hybrids rise up and defeat the manipulators behind the veil fucking with mankind?
The Constitution of the US will be reinstated and tyranny will end?
Extreme Climate change and global warming, bring a sudden Ice age?
Friendly race of extraterrestrials will introduce themselves as nice neighbors and show us better ways to be?
Nuclear war in Korea, then WW3?
FREE ENERGY will no longer be suppressed and we will begin to ween ourselves off of fossil fuels?
Locusts, sea turning to blood and "The Rapture" that Christians are expecting?
Planet splits like an atom and shifts into other dimensions?
Ecological disaster?
Great love will sweep me away in a year of world travels and adventures with a fun smart ass goofy guy and we will make love in beautiful places?
War on US Soil?
It will be like Y2K, nothing much happens?
World Domination of a dark cabal Reptilian race of aliens to make us their slaves?
Oakland Raiders win the super bowl?
Near Earth Supernova?
Join a survival community and contribute in anyway I can to relieve the suffering of others and help survivors’?
Super volcano erupting?
Federal Reserve Bank will be audited and found guilty of fraud, murder and treason and collapses, we start over and live much simpler lives in small self sustaining communities?
The hollow earth is discovered and we all meet our Creators inside?
US disclosure finally happens and nobody is shocked?
Aliens’ land on the White House lawn and punch the US President in the nards?
HARRP turns to a certain frequency that activates the barium and aluminum oxide particles scattered from chemtrails on us and make us all Zombies?
I move into a light industrial warehouse and turn it into a cool art studio loft home and sell really weird stuff online to make the world laugh out loud?
Dolphins & Whales become the representatives for earth because they are far more advanced then Homo sapien sapiens?
Anal probes for EVERYONE?
I trust in my process and the Universe with an open heart and remember to be– LIVING EVERYDAY AS IF IT WHERE OUR LAST.

Who knows? All I do know is, I love being here with you.

Tom Waits.....as Tré Waits....

2010-09-23T17:34:00.000-07:00

As I walked down the long cold corridor of public storage units today, I could feel from each role up door, a sense of whose stuff was in each one…. I saw faces and movie/stories flash through my mind one by one. Older, younger, divorced, forclosure, children have left….all information flashing through my senses. As I approached my storage unit, I felt….. Stagnated, Put on hold, Revaluation of life’s direction…

Almost everything I own is in a dark hole in East Oakland waiting for me to…. Begin again.

I got the bed out and my printer today and there was the pot with my mothers ashes sitting there looking at me…and when I rolled the door back down I whispered…”Forgive me, but I always take the long way home.”

Tom Waits.....as Tré Waits....

to wait: – verb (used without object)
1. to remain inactive or in a state of repose, as until something expected happens (often fol. by for, till, or until ): to wait for the bus to arrive.

2. (of things) to be available or in readiness: A letter is waiting for you.

3. to remain neglected for a time: a matter that can wait.

4. to postpone or delay something or to be postponed or delayed: We waited a week and then bought the house. Your vacation will have to wait until next month.

5. to look forward to eagerly: I'm just waiting for the day she will know what she wants and where to bury her sweet mothers remains and then find a great place to call home..

Larry the Squirrel goes to the Beach...

2010-09-23T00:05:00.000-07:00

I’m in the middle of my Squirly Whirly 2.0 Artcar project and am packed and moving to live in a cute house on the ocean. I’m moving to Pacifica California to lay down some roots and soak up some positive water ions and good San Francisco fog. I’m ready to fall asleep to the sounds of the waves crashing near by and bring my 1973 VW Leopard Art Bar Car to the thirsty surfers out there. ..and… my new and improved daily driver Squirly Whirly version 2.0. Larry the Squirrel Lives my friends!

Larry the Squirrel - The Story

A couple years ago I was minding my own business at Joanne’s Fabric store and saw there was a 75% off sale sign over in the corner…. I saw Gnomes… I sauntered closer to take a look. I have a thing for Gnomes; the only problem is they are all too perky and happy. I have been looking for an angry Gnome or at least a sarcastic wise ass Gnome for my collection. No luck (I’ll have to make some of my own) but behind the cheerful hairy little men was a portly large garden ornament Squirrel. I picked him up and he looked to me like…a guy whose name could be….Larry. Yes, Larry the Squirrel before we made to the check out line. He had a crack in him and they took off even more at the register. The next day I fixed him up as good as new and decided to glue him as a hood ornament to my car.

Then a good Artcar friend Tom Kennedy died and I glued 450 tea lights to the car for his memorial, Candle Car…

The next season I replaced the tea lights with 650 Mylar pinwheels and a couple more Solar Squirrels to keep Larry Company. I debuted her in the Maker Faire 2009, named Squirly Whirly.

Shortly after, I stood in line all day at the San Francisco Opera costume sale, and ended up parking her overnight in The Haight Asbury where some tweeker street fuckers vandalized the car. Stole one of the solar squirrels and tried to tear Larry off the hood, but only cracked his tail half off. Poor Larry. He was messed up bad.

This year Larry has 20 new squirrel friends and 18 big solar lights accompanied by 165 hand made recycled aluminum can art pinwheels that I have fiber glassed to the car. I will be showing her at the Artcar Fest 2010 grand opening of The Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento CA, with a huge number of other amazing art car artists from all over the western United States and Canada.

Here is Larrys New Look! He almost has an Evel Knievel look don't he?

Look for him at the beach, he will be there soon!

Now, Feels Good....

2010-09-10T01:00:00.000-07:00

I'm on unemployment and having a hard time with it. At first, I was feeling apathetic; I was laying here judging myself for not making something important of my life. I started to feel like a failure. Then I asked myself, what do you want? I laid back and thought, I went into my core and contemplated this serious question.

I answered, Peace. I want to be Free and feel Peace. I just then realized that is exactly what I have Right Now…. Freedom….

And so, I let go
Let go of the judgement
and for a moment let myself just feel...Free,
and that brought me Peace
All through me.
I took a deep breath,
and Really let myself feel Peace
and stepped right into, Now.
I let it soak into me
Now Feels, Good.
I have it whenever I want it.

Tales of Diva Blubber...

2010-09-03T02:36:00.000-07:00

I think I get it now, why I have packed on this EXTRA weight. It’s so I won’t get into a relationship. Yea, I have a herniated L3 lumbar and yea Weight Watchers is working for me, but why have I plateaued at this weight? It’s so I won’t let myself be swept away by torrid passion and unveiled to reveal my bare nakedness, the bone and flesh cage that surrounds my tender scar tissued heart. Yea, I see it now. I do have wolves at my door and all, but I ain’t taken no trips to granny’s house if ya know what I mean. Yes, I do feel skin hunger and romantically lonely and yes, I have dreams that resemble Good porno movies most mornings, but what gives?
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I have been hanging around my unhappily married friends for too long. Seeing and witnessing their silent misery makes it easy to stay single. I do LOVE my FREEDOM too. Sure, I could saddle up with some cool depressed romantic guy bored out of his skull and make beautiful music together, but at what cost? Geez Tré, what happened? Yea, I’ve had my heart broken a few times, I grew from the experiences. Maybe I just don’t feel that I need a relationship to complete me anymore. The thing I kept falling in love with in “The One Types” was the very qualities I had disowned or hadn’t recognized in myself. Did you hear that? My pussy just cried out, “Bullshit, get a dick in here and stat!” Lonely dicks make me sad. Shut up down there. It’s true though, I do feel more whole then ever in my life. I am far from lonely.

I think I’m hibernating; hibernating under middle aged blubber. The lady under the blubber is a recovering perfectionist and has taken a vacation from dieting. The blubber is Really a disguise. I’m a hot 47 year old knock out bomb shell paying close attention to who actually can see Me under here. I can’t wait to hike the trail with no back pain. I miss skiing and I want to jump off that cliff in Pacifica with a parachute. I want to feel strong and safe be beautiful without all the unwanted attention. I am working on my heart in here too. I think I need to come out for air.

Henhouse Letters...

2010-08-09T13:44:00.000-07:00

Meet Miss Coco Le Vin

After lemon implants and photo shoot, she went into a tanning bed at 400 degrees for one hour.

Erotica is using a feather, pornography is using the whole chicken...

http://www.reallyweirdstuff.com/cocolevin.htm

Why? There is an art show this weekend up in Sacramento, CA, dedicated to THE CHICKEN. Everything chicken, eggs and cocks... It's this Saturday, August 14th 6:00pm - 11:00pm@ The Sub Q, 714 K St. Sacramento, CA 95814 ~ There will be music, and yep...I'm singing about chickens, cocks...maybe bacon.

Aleister Crowley & Recycled Aluminim Can Art

2010-08-04T17:08:00.000-07:00

I started the day listening to a show about Aleister Crowley while cutting up recycled aluminum cans for my art car project. You know for as powerful of a sex magick egocentric pompous English tubby he was, who would have thunk he would have died alone, loathed as a man, hooked on heroin and penniless?
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You know what I don’t get, how is it that a person who swears their allegiance to the dark side of Kabbalah expect nothing less then betrayal in return? How about Duh?
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The lingering stench of King Solomon still pulses through the veins of more power glutton dark freaks behind the curtain to this day. Yawn. How much power does a being need to feel complete? How much do you have to own? Do you think choosing to consciously evolve yourself downward toward the lowest vibrational levels is gonna make you more powerful, over what, Craptasticness?
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It's a new day, and today if I can help it, It's going to have less Darkness and more Light, Love and fun recycled aluminim can art that makes the world smile.

The Golden Ratio = 1.61803399, Timewave Zero & Naps...

2010-07-27T17:49:00.000-07:00

Today felt like I was given this gift of unemployment/rest as a great thank you for service; a service of smiles, warm comfort food hugs and great music. I am so thankful for this time off right now. I found it hard to get out of bed today, I really need some sleep. I have so much to do, so many fun things to accomplish with this free time, and I found myself wide awake in the dark of my bed room last night thinking about Timewave Zero Theory. Novelty it’s my life. When I compare myself to the western world and its culture, I sure have not been at home. I was born here, but I mean – I am so different compared to the left brained dominant society. The way I have lived my life has been novel. I didn’t do what I was told, ever…pretty much.
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I live every moment following my instincts. I always end up meeting the most interesting beautiful people doing something great in ways I could have not imagined using my monkey mind. Living open in the Now state of consciousness and practicing being here and in present time has been the greatest gift my life has given me so far. I guess not having a lot of expectations makes life full of wonderment and appreciation for beauty and novelty as it unfolds and as I create it. It’s emotionally and psychologically simpler. It is gentler on the soul overall.
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I remember how amazed I was as an American woman visiting Aix en Provence in the south of France on holiday and watching them close all the businesses at noon for the afternoon break/siesta and thinking how astonishing that was, a whole culture stopping to sit down and rest for awhile. Americans don’t do that. That had a profound effect on me, plus I am a big fan of naps. In my art, one theme and shape that has always shown up is the Golden Mean, a large spiral…. A swirl, be it spinning or not always is in all of my artistic self expressions. It vibrates different patterns by each different frequency and uncovers the hidden meme that is in all creation here in this third density. As if consciousness itself were creating itself with every emotion, swirling, turning, and rippling upward and also downward, are separating onward both directions into eternity of awareness’s. Whoa.

I think Terrence McKenna was an epic explorer for the human spirit. I think his Timewave Zero Theory is interesting, especially the way it seems to be mapping out profound human world events in a linear timeline. What had me staying in bed was the realization that according to the theory, the concentration of such events replicating history is being condensed within this very spiral of time. Not that time is speeding up, but that Novelty is, much more creation within a shorter amount of time. Look at nanotechnology and the advancements in science today. It is undeniable. The suppression of energy and health technologies will no longer be able to be held back. New thoughts and novelty are afoot my friends.
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I just laid here today thinking about how intense it is to be alive during this pinnacle time in human history, and thankful that I get to have a front row seat during the immense change that is happening. It makes me want to kick Ray Kurzweil in the head. It feels like we are being squeezed through a big birth canal of conciousness. I just hope it won’t hurt too much before it gets better, and if it does, I’ll be here in service; a service of smiles, warm comfort food hugs and great music to get you through it. Watch these....

Invisible Ink

2010-06-30T13:10:00.000-07:00

Every time I really cum

I mean cum like earth shattering orgasmic

over the top sing the star spangled banner CUM,

I cry….weep… and curse his name…..still, after all these years.

It is like his cock crept into my heart

and signed his name on it,

and the only way for me to get the memo

is to unabashedly strum a G major concerto on my “Clitar” until the truth be told.

He had me, much more then I knew.

You would think the magnitude of the blast would certainly clear the pathways connected from ones pussy to ones heart.

It’s been so long since I’ve opened mine in the presence of a well inked hard cock.

I think the next time if I'm lucky enough

to find myself in the presence of great love again

and have the nerve to open my heart completely in the heat of passion

I will take the time to read the fine print,

and appreciate what I have.

ReallyWeirdStuff.com has a new face!

2010-04-13T04:12:00.000-07:00

Dear World....

Welcome to the inner sanctum of a dark humored San Francisco Bay area jazz vocalist & artist. Who knows, you may learn something or smirk that subtle little smirk that brings a moment of pleasure to your everyday life.

My birth name [as read on my birth certificate] Tracy Lyn Grigonis born on December 13, 1962 - in San Rafael, CA at 2:09am. I am a San Francisco Bay area native. I grew up in Sonoma county in the 60's & 70's. I started singing at an early age and spent many years singing in Pentecostal gospel choirs. I kissed a few toads, married and divorced a couple. Never had any kids.

I spent years in vocal training. I have had the fortune to study with Raz Kennedy (Bobby McFerrin Voiceorgistra), The Jazz School in Berkeley, CA and studied with David Stroud (Speech Level Singing). I worked as a lead vocalist in Rhythm & Blues, Americana bands, Big Funk Corporate Dance Bands through the 80's & 90's. I began working as a Contract Project Administrator, "Corporate Gypsy", in 2000 by day, did music by night.

Somewhere in the middle, great tragedy struck my life. I found myself lost in a PTSD medical nightmare followed by a neck & spinal injury and lived with severe chronic pain for years. I started listening to the blues. The blues saved my life. Searching for balance I started studying every kind of alternative health and truth out there. I dug deep down and discovered the answers to many secrets.

It took me until 40 to start creating the life I love. I started singing the jazz & blues in 1999 and am currently in a recording project. I decided I want to have fun and create beauty for the rest of my days on this planet. I trust in my process. The Universe provides everything I need when I need it and I want to share it with you.

May you enjoy what ever comes from my brain, voice, words, kitchen, spirit and artistic creation of silliness & heart. I love you and if your feeling lonely and sometimes crazy as hell, please know you are not alone.

I encourage any input, responses, wisdoms and really weird stuff you want to hurl my way.

Very Truly Yours,

Tré Taylor

Check out the new stuff.

http://www.reallyweirdstuff.com/

Wrong kind of Wet Spots

2010-04-08T21:26:00.000-07:00

I still cry when I cum
Tears like grieving
For all of the wet spots
we will never make
Together.

32nd Annual St. Stupid's Day 2010 - Stupid Good Times!

2010-04-06T02:48:00.000-07:00

The sign I made said, "Coalition for Silly Nun-Sense." Best Stupid Thing I've done so far this year! http://www.saintstupid.com/

For the writers out there.....

2010-03-08T18:32:00.000-08:00

This was sent to me to today and I had to share it with you. Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year for their amusement.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. Instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19PM, at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something. (My personal favorite!)

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

How I started my first Art Car...

2010-03-04T18:11:00.000-08:00

A few years back I had a beater faded Honda Civic hatchback I bought from my roommate’s hairdresser. She was one of those cool scary chicks that turned the back part of her house into a cheesy cool salon; she worked on mostly old blue haired ladies. I thought of that when I drove the old blue colored car away that day for $400 clams.

Shortly after this, I was given a fake severed arm by my boss, Dr. Don Francis, leaving the company Halloween/His Birthday party from work one night. For fun I left it hanging out the back of the hatchback. It was funny, seeing some ridiculous human bloody rubber arm dangling there at a stop light. I would wait for the response from the car behind me….waiting to see if they noticed it. It was so out of place. Most the time they would smile and laugh, or shake there head at me when driving by. I loved that dead arm. I kept in on there for over two years. The arm out lasted the car.

I always wanted a VW Camper Bus, and had been doing more camping adventures and Lord knows I needed a better way to haul the sound system for my jazz gigs etc. I finally found an amazing deal on Craigslist, a 1973 Type 2 VW Camper Bus from Berkeley, CA in pretty ugly condition, but no rust and it ran great for $800 clams.

It had some custom interior work done to it inside, but let me tell ya, it was funky, yet I could see the beauty even through the Deadhead stickers. All it needed was a little TLC and she could be amazing. I drove her away happy a hell. I had no idea what I was going to do to it. I’d come home from work and stare at it for hours. Dead arms lingered in my brain as I started cleaning her up.

My jazz band is called Dangerous Martini; we do cocktail jazz and blues, bebop, swing and straight ahead jazz. One night it hit me, I’ve got to turn this into a Retro Cocktail Lounge! Visions of Leopard fur, martini glasses, and swanky atomic cocktail visions over took my common sense. I began a clandestine affair with the local hardware, fabric and art supply stores. I was shameless. What once was an idea became an obsession. Every night I would come home and work on her a little more in the dimly lit covered apartment garage in Emeryville, CA.

It was like I had to prove something to the world. That there was something beautiful behind that old funky lady from the early 70’s and I was going to uncover it. It was my daily driver to my corporate day job, when I cruised down the road I felt like she was saying “Wake Up – Take a Chance – Don’t be afraid to be different” to all the "Greige" (Grey-Beige) obedient conservative safe mundane cars out there that all look the same. It seemed more important than just seeing the smilung faces in my rear view mirror.

She has been to many Art car events and parades. I would take naps in her on my lunch break. She was my secret escape pod, my safe refuge and trusted friend. She is a camper, a mobile bar, she is a lifestyle. I always had a cozy place to sleep and was ready to roll for many adventures at a moments notice, and we have. Over the years she has had her health problems, she is what we diplomatic ladies refer to as “Vintage”. She has spent more times then I would like to mention on tow trucks, injured in dusty fringe towns and has even spent some time in jail. She is seasoned yet wise, but always warm, comfortable delicious and fabulous.

For the past couple years she has been house bound sitting pretty in the driveway. She has had some doctors poke around and clean her engine up a bit, but she needs a good man who knows what he’s doing. She was able to make it for Art car Fest 2009 and briefly was in a movie shoot before her last heart attack. We are seeking a new VW surgeon to help work out the bugs in her 1700 cc Porsche 914 high performance engine, preferably someone who also believes in the importance of cocktail camping and mobile art expression.

She wields a power for freedom. She gives the world permission to be creative and funny and ridiculous in a beautiful way. I won’t give up on her, no matter what my friends say. The Leopard Lounge aka The Fahrvernpüssy Lounge will live on.

I encourage you to start your own Art Car. It's a liberating exciting fun experience. You meet the most interesting people everywhere you go. If you aren't into doing your own art but love art cars and the artists that make them, please contribute to the “Leopard Lounge Art Car Life Support Fund” and help me get her back on the road. Please click the donate button here. Thank you for your support. : )

Be it ever so illusive, there is no place like it.

2010-03-03T11:49:00.000-08:00

My computer is back in the shop and I’m on a loner the housemates have loaned me until my exit, which is next week. I’m still in search of, we all seem to continue to search for…. HOME. Be it ever so illusive, there is NO PLACE like it. The job market here in the south bay area has dried up. Silicon Valley feels like it did back in 2001 when the dot com crash occurred, it’s time to go back to Oakland, back to where my stuff is still in storage. I have been paying $150.00 a month for two years. Living out of a suitcase, renting rooms isn’t easy when you have two kitties in tow. Sometimes I know they are the only thing keeping me from living in my car.

I’ve been pricing RV”s lately, interviewing artist friends and professionals who are self employed who successfully live in them and travel all over the country. Lusting after this ‘Jayco Seneca ZX Motor Home Class C - Toy hauler’ – An upscale RV with a garage is giving me ideas of becoming a vagabond gypsy for the last half of my life, living in some sort of artistic fashion. Toting my own ‘Green Room’ to my gigs, having a cozy place to stay is appealing. Home is not always where your stuff is, it's where your Whoo Whoo is. : )

The thought of buying a home that was built for someone else that is too close to other houses on some kind of grid is not appealing to me. When I do decide to drop an anchor, it will be on some open land with lots of trees and sunshine. Where I can build a creative mansion out of shipping containers on high ground and get completely off the grid. The idea of working for 6 months and taking 6 months off is exciting. That is why I like doing contract work, but I am looking at how I can be successfully self employed working from my computer at home.

So it’s back to San Francisco for a high paying corporate contract gig, renting a room with a friend, saving every penny I can, paying back friends who have helped me and seeking some creative financing to start my rolling condo adventure, the payments on it will be my mortgage. Be it ever so illusive, there is no place like it where ever it may be.

Bill Hicks was right.

2010-02-13T13:37:00.000-08:00

I found myself a few years back in the woods with 78 of my favorite people, playing great music, cooking yummy feasts, dancing like fools, drinking excellent home brews and this particular night I had, involved a nice size mushroom cap and stem. The stars are extra bright up there because there are no city lights or street lights within miles. It was a warm safe beautiful night to become quiet and take an inner journey, so I did.

I walked back to my VW camper bus and laid on the bed with the back hatch wide open to the dazzling night sky. When the psilocybe magic began to open my eyes I saw the stars smile at me and wink as if I was being watched over. Suddenly the realization hit me,

I am creating everything that I am. Every thought that I have - Is a thing. Thoughts Are Things. I choose what I want to experience. All of it. I AM actually infinite consciousness creating a five sense physical experience. All matter IS merely energy condensed to a slow vibration; We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves. Bill Hicks was right.

Wow! I felt my heart open and could smell the eatrh and the bay trees near by applaud me for remembering who I was. I looked back up at the stars and winked back like it was our special secret. They winked back at me.

Suddenly I felt a full heart of love for myself, for the first time in my life - it was so healing; I felt love and deep appreciation for myself as a person, as if all of the negative things I had ever believed about myself were erased and transformed. I laid there sobbing tears of joy and happiness, relief and contentment. It was so validating. Then I started laughing my ass off…. Realizing…. Wow! I’m a middle aged artistic fun loving woman, lying in a VW art car Camper painted like a Leopard, tripping balls, in love with all of life and the universe. I like my choice! It was like the ultimate hug.

Four days later when I returned home from the trip, I quit my day job and made some huge changes in my life. That feeling has never left me.

Happy New Year World!

2010-01-04T00:35:00.000-08:00

I hope this year brings you as much joy, freedom and laughter as you can withstand.

What are Artists?

2009-11-23T13:17:00.000-08:00

I guess with most great artists comes a tortured soul of some sort. The REAL good ones are seasoned with broken hearts, shattered dreams and mental illness. If they don’t create or allow themselves the freedom of Self Expression, they end up lost or dead or worse, sucked onto the Hamster Wheel of Society, running for their lives like corporate slaves to the pre-designed culture… on the great wheel of death and taxes…debt, TV, mortgage, kids, spouse, Fear, family obligations, keeping a human contained and enslaved lifetime after lifetime.

The artist has the audacity to say NO to the system, they find a way to bring back what is missing, and that is The Spirit of us all. Artists remind us of why we ARE here on this planet after all, and what makes life so very much worth living. They live rocky lives so they can remind themselves, and along their self discovery, we find personal truths within their beauty of self expression.

I guess this is what my life is about right now. Being a torch singer can be hard on the heart. I just am tired of being so friggin tortured, maybe I need a break from singing such sad songs for awhile. Maybe “Longing” is getting boring for me. I’m feeling like adventure is afoot in my soul and I need to set sail for some new sort of living. Maybe become a gypsy for awhile and live in between the cracks. Become an observer of beauty and life for awhile.

Like a hidden butterfly on the wall of the world.

I decided I need a boyfriend...

2009-11-04T22:35:00.000-08:00

He needs to be an engineer minded, handyman craftsman, thrill seeker that plays jazz piano and wants to do national music tour with me across the US, that is not afraid to live unconventionally for a spell and fulfill a combined list of things we both want to do before we die!

It starts with…taking a 26 ft. Box Truck and custom converting the interior into a luxurious artistic modern apartment, an enclosed standing shower, kitchen living room/office, wet bar and bedroom - with ingenious storage space.

The outside would be generic white and commercial looking, easy to park and unsuspecting. No windows on the sides, skylights that open, a fan for ventilation and solar panels on the roof for power.

It would be great to get a truck that would have an entrance door inside the cab to the back, that way we could put a big lock on the back siding roll-up door. No one would know we were in there. Insulating the walls with something sound proof and warm/cool protective would be a plus.

Class “C” license would be preferred. 200 gallon fresh and Gray water tank, waterless water heater, propane stove, flat panel wide screen TV for DVD’s, laptops, wireless internet, lights and any other electrical needs.

Fill up the Gas/Diesel, Water, & Propane….take off for as long as we want to tour North and South America!

Tours on my list:
* Play in the sexiest little clubs all across the country at our own pace.
* Scuba dive in the warmest most beautiful waters in the US
* Sample the best BBQ in each state in the US
* Visit ALL the Micro Breweries
* Have sex in every major national park with historical significance
* Take a contract job in Manhattan for a month
* Visit the most Haunted places in the US
* Do all the wine tours across the nation.
* Live like a local for a month during peak times in New Orleans, Chicago, Sedona, Roswell, Las Vegas, New York, Texas, Vermont, Niagara Falls, Grand Canyon and Key Largo…
* Visit my artcar family of friends in Canada
* Take the time to learn how to surf where the water is warm
* Hike in the most beautiful places, get Reconnected to Nature.
* Hang on the beaches of Mexico and relearn Spanish.
* Write a website along our adventure with detailed truck living tips, great food & cocktail locations and everything to inspire the artist and camper in everyone.
* Black & White Photograph Tour Album of the cool unusual things along the way.
* Be “AT” all the best concerts across the nation.
* Visit Area 51.
* Take a summer job working with a REAL PIT MASTER BBQ Legend
* Have Real Boston Chowder – East Coast Food Tour Extraordinaire.
* Tailgate AT the Super bowl
* See the Glaciers and watch the whales in Alaska
* Do Burning Man in style.
* Go fishing in Colorado
* Do a Bourbon tour.
* Visit Graceland.
* Meet cool people all along the way.

Now, all I need is a fun guy crazy enough to share this project with because this would be too much fun to do alone! One preferably who doesn't feel the need to drown kittens or need to wake up everyday before dawn. If you think you are the man, please write me and tell me why you would be the man for this adventure.

I'm Glad I'm Immature For My Age...

2009-06-16T23:02:00.001-07:00

I walked by a window and saw myself today. It was the first time I stopped and saw a middle aged women in the reflection smiling back at me and I didn't look away, I just stood there and smiled. It felt weird because I'm still 22 inside.

I felt a lot better when I walked to my car...

I'm thankful to be alive.

Chinese New Year May Be Dangerous....

2009-05-28T12:47:00.000-07:00

I don't know if this is just a sick coincidence but,

2007 - Chinese year of the Chicken - Bird Flu Pandemic devastates parts of Asia

2008 - Chinese year of the Horse - Equine Influenza decimates Australian racing

2009 - Chinese year of the Pig - Swine Flu Pandemic kills hundreds of pigs around the globe.

Has any one else noticed this? It gets worse, next year ......

2010 - Chinese year of the Cock - what could possibly go wrong?

Tom Kennedy Lives Forever In Us!

2009-05-06T22:24:00.000-07:00

He died
on my comforting beach
my favorite secret escape
from the city
my kite flying childhood cherished beach
he must have felt the same love for those waves
for the sun
and how it would set so deliciously
on those perfect Sundays

He died on a day that signifies rising from the dead
Doing something he loved
He lives forever in us.

Tom Kennedy? ... Our Tom Kennedy?

2009-04-13T23:43:00.000-07:00

Tom Kennedy... whose websites & videos I have posted all over Really Weird Stuff.Com for years, who I have had the biggest crush on for years, who has been one of the most inspiring political activists, artists, creative genius’s and adorable knuckleheads in the bay area went body surfing on Ocean Beach in San Francisco yesterday and drowned?

I really can't believe it is true, I'm still in shock. So young... I am so sick. We were just in an art car caravan in the Castro….this can't be true? http://www.sfexaminer.com/local/Ocean-Beach-drowning-victim-a-pillar-in-local-art-community-42935317.html

All I ask....

2009-03-30T14:34:00.000-07:00

Do you remember when...

I was seven and you were eight, and we were playing hide and seek and wandered far away from the other kids. We ended up beneath a willow tree, and you asked me if I wanted to play doctor and I said, "okay!" So you said you needed to examine me, so I pulled up the skirt on my pink polka-dotted dress, and pulled down my panties and you looked very carefully to make sure that I wasn't sick. And then I was the doctor and you pulled down your shorts and underwear and I stared, amazed to see how different you were...

And do you remember your hand between my legs when I was your childhood sweetheart and we were necking in the back of a '57 Chevy? I was a good Catholic girl, so we never had intercourse, but after a lot of petting and promises, you could pretty much touch me wherever you wanted, though I never took my clothes off. Your hands would slip beneath my white blouse and push my bra off my firm young breasts and sometimes I'd let you unbutton the blouse so that you could suck on the dark pink nipples while your fingers slid beneath white cotton panties to the thick swatch of blond hair and then up and inside me, and we were trying so hard to be quiet even though we were up at Lookout Point and the only people around were other couples in other cars doing exactly what we were doing...

Or maybe you don't like me as a blonde. Maybe you prefer me as your wife, with sweet brown curls and a surprisingly wicked streak. You like me whispering suggestions in your ear, "Let me touch you, let me suck you, let me lick your cock, your balls, your asshole...call me your little girl and I'll call you daddy...call me your slut, your whore, whatever you like but please fuck me now -- I'll beg you if you want, oh yes..."

Would you prefer to beg? Me with flowing auburn hair down to my butt and green eyes and all in black. A black leather bodice laced tight so my breasts overflowed at the top, and black leather pants with the crotch cut out and black boots with five-inch spike heels and a nine-tailed cat in my hands, its soft leather aching for your back. I'd have you on your knees beneath me, begging for a chance to please your mistress, and I'd slap your face saying, "Who gave you permission to speak, little boy?! You only open your mouth when I say you do, understand? And now I want you to use it, crawl over here and lick me like you mean it." And when you do, I will get angry, and say you aren't doing a good job, and the cat will rain blows on your naked back and you will kneel there, silently begging with your eyes and trying not to scream...

I can be everything your heart desires -- everything your groin demands. And all I ask is that you never expect me to fold the laundry.

Lisa & English Dave's Wedding Cake Cutting Video...

2009-03-01T22:23:00.000-08:00

I have some pretty funny friends....

Inaugural Kick Off Day...

2009-01-20T20:51:00.000-08:00

Same Game, New Quarterback...

Intelligent friends that I know are doing back flips at the thought of a new Democratic President, but for the objective thinking folks out there yes it's a huge breakthrough for the racism that needs to be put to rest in this country, and this is a new day indeed where that is concerned.

But dear world I implore you.. what is with this, "Oh I hope he can save us crap?" Do you still believe that the US president runs the country? Whether you are aware of it or not, there are waring power hungry factions fighting one another behind the scenes over who gets to control - YOU.

The short of it is that humans have been manipulated on many levels for who knows how many thousands of years. What the control freaks behind the curtain don't want you to know is:

1. You out number them.
2. You are more powerful then you realize.
3. You create your world with every thought, and belief and action.

If you REALLY want change, STOP THINKING YOU NEED TO BE SAVED!!!! Big Daddy Government, Big Daddy Religion have been controlling you for too long. Pick yourself up and grow something, build something, create something for yourselves and your community.

When you REALLY need help, it will be there when you reach out to your divine connection. However you do that is up to you.

When you give up your personal independence in order to "Be Protected" you give up your free will. The BIG SECRET that has been hidden from you and is being kept from your awareness at all costs is that YOU ARE AN INFINITE POWERFUL IMMORTAL BEING OF DIVINE LIGHT.

When you remember this, who you REALLY ARE... you will no longer live in fear of death. You will change and so will the world, for the better. Your inner eyes will open and you will see what and who you are. The hope you are looking for in your saviours - is within yourselves. We are awaking from a long slumber. It is time to stand up and shine.

I had the weirdest dream last night...

2009-01-18T12:22:00.000-08:00

I was sitting in a lounge chair at a school in some other time and place. I took a drink of something then laid back and put on a pair of special glasses. As soon as I relaxed a full experiential movie began, and I experienced being born as a baby girl….it was this life, as myself now.

What was most interesting though, was at night time when I was “Asleep” here in the experiential movie, I in the Reality where I laying down in the class, was able to take off the glasses and reflect upon what I was learning ask questions and anticipate on what was going to happen next in the class.

When I returned to the lounge chair, sipped from the glass and placed the glasses back on my face, I would go back into this experiential movie experience and overtime I would forget who I was and get caught up in it. I guess graduation would be death, but that I’m not sure of.

It seems very Real the sense that I am somewhere else just experiencing this personality of Tré Taylor.

Have you ever had this feeling before?

Cold Remedy Cocktail

2009-01-08T23:26:00.000-08:00

Geez... everybody I know is down with the sickness this week.

I'm hoping you have a great reason to be sick as hell. If you don't, I suggest you start drinking laborious amounts of Jägermeister immediately.

Get well soon, or at least the day after tomorrow.

xxoo

III

Did you hear about the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his soul to Santa?

2008-12-24T12:45:00.000-08:00

San Francisco's Street Pathological Citizens Awards...

2008-12-22T14:54:00.000-08:00

San Francisco is an amazing place to work, there is so much to do and see and experience. I love the sites, the restaurants and most of all the people.

Some of the most talented, bizzare and amazing folks from all over the world come to San Francisco and never leave. I am particularly fond of our famous street pathological citizens, these three are close to my heart...

1. There is a guy here in the Financial District that brings his keyboard out around noon everyday and plays it as loud and as horibbly as possible. I dropped a dollar in his bucket one day and he then smiled at me and played a perfectly classic beautiful rendition of Beethoven's 5th Symphony. Brilliant! Who ever you are... I love you man!

2. Of course there is Frank Chu... of "12 Galaxies" - I bought him a beer once. He talked my ear off. He is a man with a mission. Keep up the good work Frank!
Ya Gotta Love Frank, check him out here...

3. The Famous Fisherman's Wharf David Johnson "The Bush Man" is one of my favorite brilliant street performing locals. Check out this video to get an idea why...

xxoooxxxooo

III

Classic VW Art Car Blues...

2008-12-08T15:57:00.000-08:00

I have super bad news... : (

I took out a loan and just had the transmission, clutch & brakes replaced on the bus...Just when I thought she was purring happy and finally fixed...one week later she hoarked a piston and now I have lost the engine. I wish the mechanic would have caught that little detail before she crapped out on me. At least she didn't catch fire. That's what happens when you fall in love with a classic car, with an attitude.

The rebuild is going to cost something like $3900 to do (I thought this was a little high, I'm getting a second opinion/quote soon)...so it looks like the Fahrvernpussy will be hanging in the driveway until I can find a VW bus mechanic who can work on her (Hell, there may be a creative artcar fundrasier down the road... : )

I need to get some other little set of wheels in the meantime...Something hideous but runs great! Like a reiliable granny car. Looks like another little artcar may be brewing... one that is reliable.

Holiday Eating Etiquette

2008-12-05T14:43:00.000-08:00

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare. You cannot find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-alcoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello!?!?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, Pumpkin, Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

Remember this motto to live by:"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!

"Have a great holiday season

Who'da Thunk?

2008-12-02T23:09:00.000-08:00

It's nice to know someone's "Wife" is reading this new silly little blog...

I wish you both as much freedom...
love...
and joy..
as you can withstand.

CONGRADULATIONS?

Happy Thanksbacon!

2008-11-26T13:11:00.001-08:00

Is Bacon Good with Everything?

My Body Betrays Me

2008-11-15T16:42:00.000-08:00

It’s been over ten years
And I still can’t imagine anyone else touching me
How is it that my body became yours?
My body betrays me
I’ve had scandalously private amazing moments since then, don’t get me wrong
But how is that within my most intimate self pleasuring moments
I hear only your voice?
My body betrays me
It took years for you to wear me down
For me to trust again
And when I did
Inside of the orgasms I began to know
myself
my creator
and why I chose to live another life
My body betrays me
In washing tearful waves
in the sexual little deaths
Way back then
A part of me made a decision

My body betrays me
and I want it back.

The Fahrvernpüssy Lounge VW Art Car Logo

2008-11-13T00:02:00.000-08:00

For those of you who haven't seen my art car "The Fahrvernpüssy Lounge"... here is the logo I am fooling around with... I'm putting this on the front spare tire cover of the bus, and maybe some T- Shirts for next years Artcar Fest. What do you think of this? Click logo for closer look....

The caption should read somthing like.....
Fahrvernpüssy, "Driving Purring Pussy Pleasure."

What saying's can you come up with?

A New Day for Southern Pie...

2008-11-05T09:46:00.000-08:00

I hope that some old black man in the south who has been treated like shit for years gives it to some whitey republican asshole today...

"Shut your Republican American Pie hole, we have a Black President Now."

Election Night 2008...

2008-11-04T21:17:00.000-08:00

I don't own a television. I decided to end my "Programming" after my departure from North Berkeley. I don't need to even watch the news online... It is no shock that U.S. Presidents aren't elected in this country for as much as we wish they were. They are appointed.

The J.F.K. karmic echo smells like Barack Obama. Wow, his initials are "B.O." It would be cool if his middle name was Roscoe, "B.R.O.?" That would be too krunk. His actual name is Barack Hussein Obama II. That can't be good. Who knows McCain could be the guy, they are still counting ballots... let's see what Florida comes up with this time.

I didn't vote for Obama or McCain, they both have attended Bilderberg meetings. Yet when you think of who would be president if either were assassinated, which Vice President would you want in their stead? Think about it. Who is less embarrassing?

The only presidential candidate for 2008 I would be proud to speak for my country is Senator Ron Paul. Getting rid of the Federal Reserve Bank Cartel was the greatest idea ever!

I voted for him.