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last updated 10/08/06
November 21, 2007
Epic Mythic
Unfolding sister story
I Give thanks to the mystery
for our paths weave
You inspire me
And remind me
of the myth beneath our feet
I look forward to walking it more
February 22, 2006
lovely
lovely
magic shrapnel
January 23, 2006
A White Knight of mythic proportions backed with the mystic awaress of Yoda.
Griffin is One of the most intense folks that I have ever had the pleasure and the chance to spend time with and by far one of the most honorable warrior souls still wandering the waking world. As a Magitar (see magical avatar in the fey dictionary listed under other words that you thought you didn't know and actually still remember) Griffin moves in a world of his own creation, that is as magical as it is wonder filled. Inspiring everyone that he meets to challenge the world as they currently understand it and to always, always rise to your highest possible vision of yourself on the only path that you can; yours!
Time spent with the Griffin is time well spent in the world of expierencing and as a friend one could hope for no more magical, no more loyal, and certainly none more FUN than this not so mortal man.
January 10, 2006
What locution or mere uttered word could describe the magickal creature that is Griffin LeFaye?? Truest in heart and steadfast in fealty. Speaking the veracity of life that many have forgotten, or have yet to see. Traveler of all the realms and in short.......................This dude is "With It".
If your reality is not already in this state of being, be prepared to have the spectrum of your vision bent. Hopefully, your mind has some yoga skills and/or is a mental contortionist.
Being in his company is an honor and a priveledge.
January 10, 2006
As founder, CEO and CFO of his own unique reality; the Fict-a-verse, the Griffin has very little time to spend with mere mortals. When he does, the side affect can often include one or more the following:
befuddlement
severe laughing fits
magical synchronicity
dry mouth
bending of the space time continuum
diarrhea
enlightenment
(OK not really on the second to last one, but I can guaranty that it won't happen)
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about me
I discover things about myself all the time. As a kid, i'd be able to just sit there and wait for the next wave of inspiration. It's weird, i'd say go to my website, but that's not quite complete. Or check into my mind, but that's really intimate, and really challenging to do. I'll say this, magick. Magick in all forms. I love the dance of humanites dreams, I love the ways art finds itself pregnant with magick; i love the faeries, the spirits, and all the critters that have been in my life till now and beyond. I can spend days talking about magick, doing art, travelling ... oh. and all the pictures are my shots, taken on my journeys :)
* And * (latest entry) for those who orient themselves through this; Yellow Solar Human. Sun and Mercury in Libra, Venus, Neptune & Jupiter in Scorpio. Mars & Pluto in Virgo, Saturn and Moon in Taurus. Aries ascendant. So wild, you know, back in the eighties people just wanted your * physical * measurements. Major totems include (but are not limited to): Lion & Eagle (of course), Vulture, Dog, Hare. Figure it out :) And the world spins on ....
don't pretend
or defend; truly
making promises with moments in a mirror
telling lies, only for a moment; wondering the ripples in the pond
shimmering faces speak garbled conversation
like snakes, snakes wet with current; touching tongues and making lightning
it was, perhaps, about yesterday, but never today; and rarely tomorrow
though i told myself otherwise (under the influence)
it was never quite resonate, an unstruck chord; within silent fields
wanting for tomorrow
but then...
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neverfore have i seen reactions like my familiar has to the people of this world. they stop on the street, asking about his lineage; inquiring as to his temperment; begging to touch him; to pet his fur. "Is he a real wolf?" they ask. and i say "yes". wherever I go; he comes with me. my familiar, my daemon (and by this I mean the 'Golden Compass' variety); my best friend and guardian. truth be told, i'm glad i only scribed 'big' into the casting that brought us into alignment; rather tha...
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i once knew a faery lass
(so much more than a piece of ass)
we did some things right on the grass
lots of fun, but not too fast
she told me things with teeth of white
spun like rings of gold so bright
i found her laugh a sweet delight
it filled my heart with love and light
and such we danced upon the grass; nothing really crass;
so fine a rhyme we spun in time
i was hers and she was mine; for her love i shall not pine;
for faeries ever-last;
'twas like the shine of distant...
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'Murder Party'. Clearly written, shot, directed and starring people I knew from SVA living in Williamsburg (or maybe Bedford) in New York.
Also, the proliferation of zombie movies out today suggests that; after hours; zombie films actually hunt down other movies, bite them, and subsequently turn them into zombie movies. Soon, roving bands of mercenary movies (a politically correct and racially balanced group of rag-tag heroes forced into a life of survival and head shots (of both varieti...
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her fingers paint sounds across the sky
invocations of meaning found only in the spaces
large and vast,
great plains of nothing
(or maybe something)
the name of God, it is said, can only be spoken
in the space; (even larger, even vaster)
between letters.
i went to the bakery that day
26 strands of dough hung in the corner window
they stretched between her fingers
as she spun, and danced,
and baked, and made poetry.
i asked her what her secret was
but she said nothing;
...
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Wed, March 26, 2008 - 11:08 PM
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"give me a moment" she said, and i said nothing
how can you give someone a moment?
"well then, give me a Present, that I may feel loved"
i looked, and she already had it, so I gave her
a watch that would not tell time.
she showed me a journal of burnt-out pages.
"this is my shell" she said, and I asked,
"what's inside?"
she replied, "yesterday"
and we laughed at the joke.
the others walked outside, in rhythms of cast-iron
memory, mixed with a dash of anticipation.
from the...
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the sands of time are not sand,
but castles on the edge of an inbound tide
the entirety of human civilization
(if such a thing were to be called civil at all)
spiralled, would touch only scant rings of a Great Tree,
were it's age measured.
but such trees no longer exist.
their souls singing odd melodies in letter and verse,
strung on the skins of their children.
progress, it seems, is questionably civil,
undeniably quixotic;
flourescent lights and whitewashed walls
the ...
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Wed, March 26, 2008 - 10:51 PM
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the domain of the elves. remembered friendships and magickal trusts; beings of ancient ways; reshaped. cast in flesh. i see them, past their disguise; past the views they have on themselves. mirrors dancing. always dancing.
salmon creek and moonlight is the diet of the hour. elements deepen in my touch; i am touched by grace around me.
divine. beautiful.
lives lay themselves out, paraoramic consciousness. sculptures. shapes dancing in circles.
the wolf is the teacher and the...
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Here's an example of what i'm talking about. It's just ... different. So ... things happen when my sister leaves the mountainside. Without raising a hand, people come over to her, asking for healing; or simply drawn to her light. When she was a child, preachers and other aspirants would prophesize over her.
Sometimes she's led to give prophecy to others. It is a great honour to champion her in this realm, to watch it going down. A lot of times, it can scare people. Their life is diff...
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Griffin knocked on the glass of the screen. Past, he could see thousands, perhaps millions of faces; giant moons of shifting and flickering personality. Was this what it looked like from this side of the Story? he wondered; watching them watching him, watching them again. Briskly he turned away from the barrier between worlds. Still, like immortal voyeurs, he could feel them. The awareness of their curiousity felt like a wash of electricity across his back.
Around him, the landscape w...
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Love. So beautiful. So terrible. Holding everything inside it's embrace. Love's gravity pulls us, makes us orbit our experiences like momentary comets. Dancing through lifetimes. Losing and finding each other again and again through hourglass doorways.
Love never dies. She doesn't even falter, changing her shape to fit the moment. Jigsaw romance, stretcjhing ourselves (sometimes); trying to make the pieces fit. But, of course, in reality, they fit or they don't, lubricated comprom...
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I was with the colour today! Yes. Somewhere between 'ode to a doggy' and 'gulliver's gershwin' I painted a happy yellow in the kitchen. The brownies were helping me; 'cause I can be sloppy. But, they helped it splatter easy places to clean up (like on me). Felt the inspiration to sing some songspells with them, which was also with-the-happy.
Kimburly and Prince Dax are in labour as we speak. My sister's out there helping with the birth. It being 7:30-ish, I can still ride up the moun...
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Magick is the finest art. The sculpting of dreams. Manifestation through craft. Aligning ourselves with our highest selves; the most graceful, most subtle aspects of our character. It permeates every aspect of our lives; touching us, awakening us with penetrating fingers. Loving us back to ourselves.
If we can take it.
It's been shards, the past couple of weeks. But all knives shine in the moonlight; and we see ourselves reflected in their echo. Phoenix mornings by the lakeside; st...
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I was watching the latest episode of Heroes this morning. Tree and I will do some morning misogi meditations whose morphic signature will enhance me for the day. Cool. I plan on going up to my sisters cabin a little later, get Tree a reading from the Oracle. I wonder at what the Lady has in store for me.
I knew, of course, that Sylar consumed other Heroes to gain their abilities. I could scent it, thick in the thoughtforms that wove together the media. That he and Peter Petrelli were...
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My first title for this was 'Art imitates Life'; but I like this one better. Anyway, a chicken and an egg are lying next to each other in bed, covered in sweat; each smoking a cigarette. "Well!" says the chicken, "I guess we settled that!"
Now, Debi didn't get this one 'cause she's the pinnacle of innocence, but that's another story.
Art imitates life. For true. As part and parcel of the ongoing flux between creativity and self-destruction; i've been alternating between doing ma...
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! contact juggling,
!! Gypsy Musicians,
Bay Area Sewing,
Circus,
EmpathsAlike.com,
Labyrinth of Jareth Fantasy Masquerade,
Oahu LUV,
Sacred Circus,
The Rainbow Family Tribe,
TribeIdeas,
ulantiastudios,
Undiscovered Fashion,
words
(blog entry)
don't pretend
or defend; truly
making promises with moments in a mirror
telling lies, only for a moment; wondering the ripples in the pond
shimmering faces speak garbled conversation
like snakes, snakes wet with current; touching tongues an...
read more
Familiar as familiar is, familiar as familiar does
(blog entry)
neverfore have i seen reactions like my familiar has to the people of this world. they stop on the street, asking about his lineage; inquiring as to his temperment; begging to touch him; to pet his fur. "Is he a real wolf?" they ask. and i say ...
read more
Fae
(blog entry)
i once knew a faery lass
(so much more than a piece of ass)
we did some things right on the grass
lots of fun, but not too fast
she told me things with teeth of white
spun like rings of gold so bright
i found her laugh a sweet delight
it ...
read more
Movies
(blog entry)
'Murder Party'. Clearly written, shot, directed and starring people I knew from SVA living in Williamsburg (or maybe Bedford) in New York.
Also, the proliferation of zombie movies out today suggests that; after hours; zombie films actually hun...
read more
"Secret Names"
(blog entry)
her fingers paint sounds across the sky
invocations of meaning found only in the spaces
large and vast,
great plains of nothing
(or maybe something)
the name of God, it is said, can only be spoken
in the space; (even larger, even vaste...
read more
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