Ooooh, (feminine squeaks & squeals) we had a great five minute photo session in town with Amy, showing my newest latest arm AND LEG designs for shamanic healers, but we only took snappers of the arms.
I’ll be doing lots of photos of my temp tats and body art as we go through the next season. Amy is a tattoo designer of note, and I hope to be able to work with her on my shamanic transfer tats, something I’ve been working on for the past seven years, but now, it’s the right time.
See, on the other side of the Shift, you didn’t see tattoos on virtually everyone you saw on the street, right? And now you do. Another sign of the Shift, but we tend to discredit our memories as soon as we pass, whether it’s a Shift or Death & Transfiguration. Continue reading →
Here I am in my new Tat Parlor with some of my newest, latest tats. There’ll be more right next door, three shops in all. I’m wearing my cool face tat, which I’ll have for sale real soon. This is my first shop since 2013, and I’m very proud of it. My tats are all magickal in nature, not tribal or sexual.
I believe in “tit for tat”, my Dad Horace would introduce himself to a young lady back in the ’50s, “may I offer you some tat?”
Little did he know that tattoos would become the standard for Americans, that 90% of all kids born in 2014 will have tattooed faces, hands, torso, feet and genitalia. You’ll be able to pick off the Old Ones by their lack of tattoo. Continue reading →
I have a shop online — http://www.tattoo-fashions.com — which features handpainted garments. Actually nothing there even remotely resembles a tattoo. Why the title, then? Seemed like a good idea at the time. Continue reading →
This was a very popular book back in the day of the Vietnam war, and is directed at same; yet the idea is so profound, it can be used to describe our psycho-emotional condition at any given moment.
How often have we heard the expression, “The Enemy Within”? We know from Shakespeare that every protagonist has within himself a “fatal flaw” which brings down kings, queens and dictators alike.
Wouldn’t you like a handle on that enemy within? Wouldn’t it be nice to conquer that self-destructive idiot that hides deep inside your darkest subconscious cavern?
Problem is, would you recognize the enemy if you saw him? And what if the enemy looked like you? What if the enemy was, in fact, you??? Continue reading →
In art, especially when you’re just learning the advanced levels, as I was at Otis Art Institute on that fateful day in 1967, you eventually learn about “denying the form”. What this means is that you create an illusion, generally a three-dimensional illusion on canvas, such as a landscape oil painting, and then you paint big numbers and letters all over it, jolting the viewer back to the two-dimensional canvas, rather than the deep landscape underneath it.
Well, it happened to my beautiful Ashram, as I predicted it must. I by no means want to discourage builders, but they must learn, not just go wild. Frank Lloyd Wright really had something there when he expressed the opinion that a house should not just be planted down anywhere in any shape — it should take into consideration the environment into which it is going. It’s not just the Purple Penis and the Flying Fairy Ball — in themselves there’s nothing wrong with them in a private region or property, but this is not private, and you are not encouraged to go wild with self-expression; it’s a place of work.
I know it seems absurd of me to point out things like that as glaring examples of inappropriate style in the Ashram, but those examples go a long way toward explaining what I mean here. Continue reading →
Movements Dance Troupe at American River College Performance
I mentioned in yesterday’s blog that if one does not actually DO the Practice, it’s worthless and one cannot blame the Teacher. Boy, is this an important idea. You read about the Practice. You hear about the Practice. You study the Practice, and in the end, you must DO the Practice or give it up. I’ll elaborate on the subject…
1. You hear someone talking about work ideas and it sounds interesting and exciting, which it isn’t, but thank your lucky stars you don’t know that yet, or you’d just plain give up right here before you even start.
2. You read a book, watch a couple of videos on youtube and read what your friends say about it on facebook, the final arbiter of human social interaction.
3. You hear a lecture, radio show, interview, something that indicates that something might be there, but doesn’t indicate exactly what it might be.
4. You hesitantly buy a small, inexpensive amulet, just to try.
5. Good things suddenly happen, and now you’re really interested, want to know what more there may be in the goodies box under the CQR tree.
6. You ask around, and find out about the Ashram.
7. You are told that the work you’ll be doing is largely in the Ashram, although you might want to sell greeting cards or operate a small business as part of your Practice, like Eric and Tamara and Ken and I do, and like Lee and Charles used to do in a gallery space.
8. You bring your Avatar into the Ashram and hook him or her or it up to the grist mill, hoping for the same results or better that you’d get from using a bead mala, and that’s exactly what does happen; you get the Merit from the work, plus the Merit for the work you do for others, a double whammy Merit-Hit. Continue reading →
I was asked to write up some reminiscences of Lee. Well, Lee and I had more than our share of interesting conversations, but most of them had one underlying theme; not so much helping students to awaken, but how to prepare students for the responsibilities that come automatically Just From Being Awake. Enlightenment is just the beginning. Continue reading →
On this side of The Shift, the Street of Dreams is a complete range of Temple environments created by me; each leading to a profoundly different world with a different set of work regulations and work conditions.
My wondrous shops and Jazz Club are gone, alas, as are those of Space and XxaxX, sigh, but we gotta have bypasses, and it’s up to us Vogons to put them in, and that’s what I did.
UPDATE ADDITION:
I’ve managed to buy and put up two more temples tonight, and I want to hasten to add that SpaceBuddhaa has an enormous multi-story gallery & shops boutique, housing many of her wonderful decorating items and other wondrous goodies. It’s on The Strip, at 3201 Meters, along with my Fashionista Shop, right next door to hers.
Bottom line, Spacebuddhaa, XxaxX and Leslie Ann are deluged by tons of stuff coming back into our inventories, but it does make room for the Temple items necessary for their function, and shops are not the primary purpose of the Ashram. Continue reading →
I spent the entire night roaming the Ashram at each and every level, analyzing each area and noting which I need to do first and which can wait until some other time. I now have a full breakdown of the exact location of each and every meeting space and workspace in the Ashram and the number of prims available to deal with each.
I am happy to say that my Far West Region, which was strapped down to just hundreds of prims, has now a nice juicy 11,101 prims with which to work, and I’ll need every single one of them to do what I’m going to do there, upon which I’ll now elaborate: Continue reading →
Cloister Members during Demolition of the Waterfront Condo
SpaceBuddhaa was busy in the Ashram tonight, clearing out the objects in the Condo. I have a suspicion that when I de-rezzed the condo, someone fell — I sort of saw something move downward from my elevated position. I hope that’s not true, but if it is, I’m mighty sorry, even if the Avatars tend to bounce like a toon.
By the way, personal flying is permitted of course when you’re building or rezzing, it should go without saying. It should, but it can’t. So the final word is, for building, you can do whatever you need to do in order to accomplish the build.
Anyhow, thanks to SpaceBuddhaa’s efforts tonight, in spite of a lousy internet connection and all sorts of Sl internal problems, the objects formerly known as “the condo” and contents are entirely gone, making room for what should be there, should have been there in the first place, but couldn’t be there until we were here, if you get my meaning, if you get my drift. What is it that’s going in there? It’s what Morgan would have called “Wait and See Pudding”. Continue reading →
