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Ella — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:07:27 GMT

Recently I decided that for safety reasons I would change my user name to Ella, and remove all personal pics from my blog. I was contacted by someone I met a way long time ago, one time, from another online networking/personals site. I dislike 'hiding', but feel unsafe putting my face out in public anymore. Especially since everyone has gotten so 'awake' and everything - remote viewing is the silent rage. Every one of my friends on tribe, and all the beautiful people that are on tribe are especially brave I think, to put their faces out there like that. And also trusting. Does anyone else have an online experience with weirdos that they would like to share? I did once make a really good friend off of the InterNet, but then we tried dating and that didn't work out, but we parted on peaceful terms and very cleanly. It seems like there is almost the same ratio and range of human interaction experiences on the InterNet as there are in real life. Hope you are all enjoying the summer! Up here we've had two weeks of wildfires turning the light a weird pink-peach color, filling the air with a smoky haze and the scent of sweetgrass and summer campfires. The fires were started by a several hour thunder and lightening storm on the 14th of June. It's been very warm, and hardly any breeze. Already I can feel Autumn re-arriving as the wheel of the year turns. Interesting to note here that the Aztecs used to celebrate the Days of the Dead, the ancestor honoring festival, in the first week of August. There is a definite thinning of the 'veil' at this time of year. The flow of energy is amazing.

My Heart Burns Like Fire

Ella — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:26:12 GMT

Soyen Shaku, the first Zen teacher to come to America, said: "My heart burns like fire but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes." He made the following rules which he practiced every day of his life. >In the morning before dressing, light incense and meditate. >Retire at a regular hour. Partake of food at regular intervals. Eat with moderation and never to the point of satisfaction. >Receive a guest with the same attitude you have when alone. When alone, maintain the same attitude you have in receiving guests. >Watch what you say, and whatever you say, practice it. >When an opportunity comes do not let it pass you by, yet always think twice before acting. >Do not regret the past. Look to the future. >Have the fearless attitude of a hero and the loving heart of a child. >Upon retiring, sleep as if you had entered your last sleep. Upon awakening, leave your bed behind you instantly as if you had cast away a pair of old shoes. (Art by G. Spalenka)

Truth Is A Pathless Land

Ella — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 06:32:39 GMT

I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or to coerce people along any particular path. If you first understand that, then you will see how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, and you cannot and must not organize it. If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, to be imposed on others. This is what everyone throughout the world is attempting to do. Truth is narrowed down and made a plaything for those who are weak, for those who are only momentarily discontented. Truth cannot be brought down, rather the individual must make the effort to ascend to it. You cannot bring the mountain-top to the valley. If you would attain to the mountain-top you must pass through the valley, climb the steeps, unafraid of the dangerous precipices. You must climb towards the Truth, it cannot be "stepped down" or organized for you. Interest in ideas is mainly sustained by organizations, but organizations only awaken interest from without. Interest, which is not born out of love of Truth for its own sake, but aroused by an organization, is of no value. The organization becomes a framework into which its members can conveniently fit. They no longer strive after Truth or the mountain-top, but rather carve for themselves a convenient niche in which they put themselves, or let the organization place them, and consider that the organization will thereby lead them to Truth. (excerpt from J. Krishnamurti's talk On The Dissolution of the Eastern Star)

the angel who forgot

Ella — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 08:48:30 GMT

"To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten." ~Anonymous~ ("Anonymous was a woman.")

Along the way...

Ella — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 22:41:58 GMT

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Galactic play Belted radiance Lethal spectrum Restless diamond eye Solar So long So long? Jewelled Indifference where's home? Jewelled Indifference where am I? Jewelled Indifference I want.....to go back Jewelled Indifference Help! I don't understand Jewelled Indifference Is it all a dream? Jewelled Indifference WARNING! SOLAR SHUTTERS OPENING LETHAL LOVE RADIATION BEWARE FATAL UNITY WARNING BLISS FUSION All right. Who's next? Good bye now Glide into fusion Relentless diamond eye "The sound man faces the passing of human generations immune as to a sacrifice of straw dogs" There.....we.....go Good..... Bye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jewelled Indifference from...Psychedelic Prayers after the Tao Te Ching Complete & Available for free from http://www.winternet.com/~blister/pratitle.htm by Timothy Leary ************************************************ ************************************************ Apocalypse Now written by Francis Ford Coppola & John Milius, book by Joseph Conrad Kurtz: I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were men, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled wi th love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us. I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be, and if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you...you will do this for me? ************************************************ ************************************************ This Is The Way --->> www.halcyonhigh.com

~just keep it light and positive~

Ella — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 06:11:41 GMT

An old Jedi Reiki Master Teacher Shaman DJ who is a good friend of mine (Icaro!) always would say this in our sessions. Our LSD sessions, long time ago. Many galaxies away. Timothy Leary was big on this idea too, although boy! He did get pissy sometimes! Leary really had some choice words for police brutality, napalm and Republicans. ...and the song continues. "If you want to change the culture, change the music." ~ Tim Leary

Deer Mandala

Ella — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 19:36:36 GMT

Happy New Year In The Oriental Zodiac

Ella — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 04:48:36 GMT

As opposed to the other two dozen New Years we celebrate each year! Every day is a new year! In the Chinese zodiac, this year is known by traditionalists as the Year of the Rat. This creature is in the zodiac because it raced with all (or most) of the other animals to be one of the chosen twelve. The only reason it won is because it was a Trickster. Instead, the Cat would have won, but he got tricked by the Rat. I propose to the Gods, that to bring Justice to Rat's unfair ways. That this be the Year of the Cat. But only on the condition that it would be in the highest good of all life everywhere. Illustration is "An entire milky way" by Lane Smith from "The Big Pets" by Lane Smith

Found On: The I Have Insomnia Because Of Tribe.Net Tribe, Thread Post: WAKE UP!!, Posted by: Unsubscribed

Ella — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 06:23:01 GMT

If someone says to you, "I'll see you Friday," and its Wednesday and you don't sleep - does Thursday ever exist? Is Friday Wednesday's tomorrow? I've always heard that tomorrow doesn't exist; today, which would have been yesterday's tomorrow - only yesterday never ended. (So it's always Wednesday?) Art by Sulamith Wulfing

Finally Woken

Ella — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 11:15:53 GMT

I've been thinking ‘bout things For a long while I'm feeling so calm I've got a big smile I have a view of the sun Right over the sea And now I can feel Life is flowing through me You see I've finally woken From a long sleep I'm ready to jump To make that blind leap Coz I now believe I have the power in me I've got the faith baby I can truly be free Finally Woken Finally Woken Child don't worry it's ok The sun is out for another day And I say it'll be alright [be alright] Today's the first day of the rest of your life Remember, remember, remember this, remember ~ by Jem There is re-mix of this on my Perfecto Ultra Chills CD. Art by Susan Seddon Boulet

Hecate's Night

Ella — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 00:28:28 GMT

With much respect to this Goddess, This energy of the human psyche, Reclaim the shadows.

MindWare Tests Your Brain Hemisphere Use

Ella — Wed, 16 May 2007 21:24:01 GMT

Your Brain Usage Profile: Auditory : 50% Visual : 50% Left : 50% Right : 50% Eve, you are one of those rare individuals who are perfectly "balanced" in both your hemispheric tendencies and your sensory learning preferences. However, there is both good news and bad news. A problem with hemispheric balance is that you will tend to feel more conflict than someone who has a clearly established dominance. At times the conflict will be between what you feel and what you think but will also involve how you attack problems and how you perceive information. Details which will seem important to the right hemis- phere will be discounted by the left and vice versa, which can present a hindrance to learning efficiently. In the same vein, you may have a problem with organization. You might organize your time and/or space only to feel the need to reorganize five to ten weeks later. On the positive side, you bring resources to problem-solving that others may not have. You can perceive the "big picture" and the essential details simultaneously and maintain the cognitive perspective required. You possess sufficient verbal skills to translate your intuition into a form which can be understood by others while still being able to access ideas and concepts which do not lend themselves to language. Your balanced nature might lead you to second-guess yourself in artistic endeavors, losing some of the fluidity, spontaneity and creativity that otherwise would be yours. With your balanced sensory styles, you process data alternately, at times visually and other times auditorially. This usage of separate memories may cause you to require more time to integrate information or re-access it. When presented with situations which force purely visual or purely auditory learning, increased anxiety is likely and your learning efficiency will decrease. Your greatest benefit is that you can succeed in multiple fields due to the great plasticity and flexibility you possess. http://www.mindmedia.com/brainworks/index.html

God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

Ella — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 07:47:54 GMT

So, this is my first post, and it is me saying good-bye to my favorite writer of all time. I found out an hour ago, midnight on Wednesday, that he had died at the age of 84. Dear Kurt, I'll miss knowing you are here, able to write something completely inappropriate, directly relevant, and wildly funny about everything from sex to outer space to war to politicans. I know that you are still with us in spirit, and that spirit is absurdly beautiful and inspirational. With tears in my eyes and a smile in my heart, I bid thee farewell, Kurt. Have a great trip, and I won't be surprised if your writings in the afterlife find a loop in space and time and come through to us here on Earth. Be seeing you around in the cosmic vibes! Kisses and hugs from me to you ~ xoxo From Yahoo News Novelist Kurt Vonnegut dies at age 84 By CRISTIAN SALAZAR, Associated Press Writer NEW YORK - Kurt Vonnegut, the satirical novelist who captured the absurdity of war and questioned the advances of science in darkly humorous works such as "Slaughterhouse-Five" and "Cat's Cradle," died Wednesday. He was 84. Vonnegut, who often marveled that he had lived so long despite his lifelong smoking habit, had suffered brain injuries after a fall at his Manhattan home weeks ago, said his wife, photographer Jill Krementz. The author of at least 19 novels, many of them best-sellers, as well as dozens of short stories, essays and plays, Vonnegut relished the role of a social critic. He lectured regularly, exhorting audiences to think for themselves and delighting in barbed commentary against the institutions he felt were dehumanizing people. "I will say anything to be funny, often in the most horrible situations," Vonnegut, whose watery, heavy-lidded eyes and unruly hair made him seem to be in existential pain, once told a gathering of psychiatrists. A self-described religious skeptic and freethinking humanist, Vonnegut used protagonists such as Billy Pilgrim and Eliot Rosewater as transparent vehicles for his points of view. He also filled his novels with satirical commentary and even drawings that were only loosely connected to the plot. In "Slaughterhouse-Five," he drew a headstone with the epitaph: "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." But much in his life was traumatic, and left him in pain. Despite his commercial success, Vonnegut battled depression throughout his life, and in 1984, he attempted suicide with pills and alcohol, joking later about how he botched the job. His mother had succeeded in killing herself just before he left for Germany during World War II, where he was quickly taken prisoner during the Battle of the Bulge. He was being held in Dresden when Allied bombs created a firestorm that killed an estimated tens of thousands of people in the city. "The firebombing of Dresden explains absolutely nothing about why I write what I write and am what I am," Vonnegut wrote in "Fates Worse Than Death," his 1991 autobiography of sorts. But he spent 23 years struggling to write about the ordeal, which he survived by huddling with other POW's inside an underground meat locker labeled slaughterhouse-five. The novel, in which Pvt. Pilgrim is transported from Dresden by time-traveling aliens from the planet Tralfamadore, was published at the height of the Vietnam War, and solidified his reputation as an iconoclast. "He was sort of like nobody else," said Gore Vidal, who noted that he, Vonnegut and Norman Mailer were among the last writers around who served in World War II. "He was imaginative; our generation of writers didn't go in for imagination very much. Literary realism was the general style. Those of us who came out of the war in the 1940s made it sort of the official American prose, and it was often a bit on the dull side. Kurt was never dull." Vonnegut was born on Nov. 11, 1922, in Indianapolis, a "fourth-generation German-American religious skeptic Freethinker," and studied chemistry at Cornell University before joining the Army. When he returned, he reported for Chicago's City News Bureau, then did public relations for General Electric, a job he loathed. He wrote his first novel, "Player Piano," in 1951, followed by "The Sirens of Titan," "Canary in a Cat House" and "Mother Night," making ends meet by selling Saabs on Cape Cod. Critics ignored him at first, then denigrated his deliberately bizarre stories and disjointed plots as haphazardly written science fiction. But his novels became cult classics, especially "Cat's Cradle" in 1963, in which scientists create "ice-nine," a crystal that turns water solid and destroys the earth. Many of his novels were best-sellers. Some also were banned and burned for suspected obscenity. Vonnegut took on censorship as an active member of the PEN writers' aid group and the American Civil Liberties Union. The American Humanist Association, which promotes individual freedom, rational thought and scientific skepticism, made him its honorary president. His characters tended to be miserable anti-heros with little control over their fate. Pilgrim was an ungainly, lonely goof. The hero of "God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater" was a sniveling, obese volunteer fireman. Vonnegut said the villains in his books were never individuals, but culture, society and history, which he said were making a mess of the planet. "We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard ... and too damn cheap," he once suggested carving into a wall on the Grand Canyon, as a message for flying-saucer creatures. He retired from novel writing in his later years, but continued to publish short articles. He had a best-seller in 2005 with "A Man Without a Country," a collection of his nonfiction, including jabs at the Bush administration ("upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography") and the uncertain future of the planet. He called the book's success "a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life." In recent years, Vonnegut worked as a senior editor and columnist at "In These Times." Editor Joel Bleifuss said he had been trying recently to get Vonnegut to write something more for the magazine, but was unsuccessful. "He would just say he's too old and that he had nothing more to say. He realized, I think, he was at the end of his life," Bleifuss said. Vonnegut, who had homes in Manhattan and the Hamptons in New York, adopted his sister's three young children after she died. He also had three children of his own with his first wife, Ann Cox, and later adopted a daughter, Lily, with his second wife, the noted photographer Jill Krementz. Vonnegut once said that of all the ways to die, he'd prefer to go out in an airplane crash on the peak of Mount Kilimanjaro. He often joked about the difficulties of old age. "When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon," Vonnegut told The Associated Press in 2005. "My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I'll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children."