Jody ~ Mythago ~
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My TestimonialsMay 6, 2007
Jody is potentially the most beautiful soul I know; we met over ten years ago in the lightstream world of visionary plants and progressed to dreaming worlds and words into being, together-in-art, in a synthesis of energy and love that has enriched my life and given me strength that I didn't know I had access to.
His thoughtfulness, kindness, and dedication to his family, friends and life shine through every glimpse I have into his world. He loves without question, without condition. In his play of words and images Jody is pure creativity made manifest. And most blessed of all, his sense of wonder ~ his appreciation for the magic within each leaf; each twist of fate, body, heart; each breath of song ~ reveals the magnificence of a spirit that knows no bounds... Thank you Jody for the gift of your friendship, your words, and your being ~ *this* is everything. Love Amba
My Tribes
Adobe Premiere User's Group,
Androcell,
Asheville Fire,
Asheville Full Moon Gatherings,
Ayahuasca,
Bohemians Of The Triad,
Burn Atlanta,
Cicada Music Festival,
Croatan,
Digital Photography,
dmt,
Edible and medicinal plants of the wild,
entheo art,
EntheoShamans,
Fine Art Nude Photography,
Fire,
Fire Videoz,
Georgia Burners!,
Hip Expressions,
Hip Parents,
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Silverbeauty
She smiled with teeth as white as newborn elephant tusks
Mon, April 13, 2009 - 10:28 PM
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she said I was God it frightened me she doesn't know how to lie. 
To trust in the dance with a billion tiny tongues of flame....
Thu, December 4, 2008 - 9:44 PM
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Beauty: she is the mother of all Gods
Sat, November 29, 2008 - 2:38 PM
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She has no face (** an update - I have decided she does have a face. It is Mystery.) 
Mysteria lies close to dreamland and the unknown regions, yet we can walk there, play there, create there. A heartbeat of fire, brimming with love. Thank you, fellow Mysterians, for your effort and determination that made this year's Transformus completely magical and real.
Tue, August 5, 2008 - 9:32 PM
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I hold in my hand the hearts of a million tiny birds
Thu, May 1, 2008 - 10:43 PM
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each tiny life beating as one their mouths open stretching wide their beaks meant to startle me so perhaps I will drop them and they will fly away free I climb the fig tree with the screaming, beating hearts of these birds the feathers like soft dew but not wet placing these tiny beings in their nest I descend feeling a smile arise in my own heart.
About MeGender
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about me
I think a lot about whether I hear clearly the patterns and calls through life. Sometimes they are really evident, other times hidden. Some are light and beauty, some are love. Some are sensual. Some are strange. Some are huge, some are small. Some are story, some are *here*, some are alive. They are all intertwined, and sometimes there is no pattern at all.
My art is creating stories. And learning from where I am at any given moment and who I meet. I love collaboration, such as the indie film (www.TheStreetCleanerMovie.com) I worked on recently. Friends are important to me, and my friends are people with passion, people who perceive true beauty, people who understand joy, people unafraid to be themselves, and people who love. I also like people who fit this description by Jack Keroauc: "...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."
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black albino bones
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She smiled with teeth as white as newborn elephant tusks
she said I was God it frightened me she doesn't know how to lie.
blog entry posted Mon, April 13, 2009 - 10:28 PM
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Fire Mythagos
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To trust in the dance with a billion tiny tongues of flame....
blog entry posted Thu, December 4, 2008 - 9:44 PM
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I live in your heart and everywhere!
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Beauty: she is the mother of all Gods
She has no face (** an update - I have decided she does have a face. It is Mystery.)
blog entry posted Sat, November 29, 2008 - 2:38 PM
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You Are Beautiful
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Mysteria lies close to dreamland and the unknown regions, yet we can walk there, play there, create there. A heartbeat of fire, brimming with love. Thank you, fellow Mysterians, for your effort and determination that made this year's Transformus...
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Mother Bird Shrieks Thank You
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I hold in my hand the hearts of a million tiny birds
each tiny life beating as one their mouths open stretching wide their beaks meant to startle me so perhaps I will drop them and they will fly away free I climb the fig tree with the sc... read more
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The Eyes of the Sun
Silver scribblings
Here's an account of first-time ecstasy use from the early MDMA period, recalled in the Austin Chronicle in 2000:
Wed, December 12, 2007 - 1:40 PM
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"The street lights got brighter, I could see the stars, car lights, even the shadows in this alley were, you know, more so. And I felt this tingle that began in my fingers and spread all over my body, coming in waves, just this indescribable feeling of aliveness. It was as if the nerves in my skin had been dormant all these years and were just now waking up and stretching. Just like that. And after this initial rush of pleasure came an overwhelming—and I mean over-fucking-whelming—feeling of total and complete positivity. Any and all fears I had harbored about doing my first drug were waylaid instantly. It was pure bliss, but it didn't knock me off my feet, or feel scary in any way. "My girlfriend . . . and I . . . lay in the wet grass and watched the stars and cuddled. And we talked. We talked for hours. We talked about everything. Everything. It was probably the best, most open and honest conversation I've ever had with anyone in my entire life." Strange how life changes. Is this kind of innocent experience possible anymore?
Mon, December 3, 2007 - 9:33 PM
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Sat, December 1, 2007 - 1:16 AM
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heya,
Sat, December 1, 2007 - 1:07 AM
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we trip through life thinking we should be here to have a good time. and that's true. but who are we? do you know me? do I know you? aren't we God? we shouldn't have exploded ourselves back in the beginning. memory is deceiving and now we the mirror fragments of ourselves say less and less everyday. who am I? do you know me? step onto this skateboard universe and ride. trust is still the only option to take us through to the beginning, the spiral, the endless exist. for without the joke we've built with death, this is difficult to handle. For a God. For a Goddess. For you. lovelovelove, me
Wed, November 28, 2007 - 11:49 PM
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originally published at Mythago's Journal
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