waking to the resolution

Tried and Untrue, a log of knots to pull the rope through

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 06:18:08 GMT

So as the possessd we conceive the 4th person plural. The e-nfectios, in factious, infectious smoking from the rays of th sun, not hated, but inherited, the vampires are the future us, just as we realize the zombies are our future and the grey aliens us in the future of our techno-fetishism, blade runners and the saints who welcome the victory of God or Satan. Lucifer or Yaweh, YHVH, this and that batman anad joker, truth and fiction, right and wrong, saturation of the principles, to become scorschd to phoenix ash and drown’d to mermaids breathing water. The goals, the every goal, the fragment. All of this a flower, a stumbling block upon the gift of nature, Do you really still blame eve for her works, do you still blame Adam for his arrogance to be god, but he was god first, so behind the curtain, there behind god there behind the laws of science, there glaring is the far off truth which is ever near where we know the other, we mark the truth and practical articulation of the up turned eye, the horizon watcher, the punctual creation, the armature, the irony, the single pod of presentation and into the design, So the vampires whom are we will inherit the earth, This is the thinking and functioning prayer mind of a living God. The gods used to think so big that the nature of the world’s spin spun around the single rule of power, Darwinian all seeing greed for the center of the densest matter, to raise it to the sun so many functions of the sun, one for each ray on an infinite radii, it all finds peace in it’s celebrity being the natural home for it’s heart…

cCROSSBONE sTYLE

pyxsmythparadox — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:47:56 GMT

called to speak here. my story. so I was born Andrew Pollack and in the beginning it was sweet in that semi suburban way, and it went through alot of small rebelions and then the there as a moment, i was playing with superhero dolls, and we had all the dc universe and i was feeling the world falling apart around me and i called out to green arrow to fight the giant one mind robot and it was just one perfectly placed arrow. My hole life has been that arrow. Through my barmitzvah humiliation and the whole nine yars to finally leave all of those lies to follow what was offered as truth at th time. A crossbone style, a picture of the heaven that could be brought to earth by beleiving in miracles and I followed that story. Askd myself how i could step outside of the game. Brought up on pROUDHON AND gOLDMAN, AND THE STREET CULTURE OF nORTH AND wEST pHILADeLPHIA. Punk rock and hardcore andthen in san francisco after a lifein the theart of theatre as community spectacle stepped into the circus, into ritual, into immesive technologies of conscioussnss expansion. I beleive in Art as the medicine of the world. I beleive we have a chance to flip the script entirely and it will take the best of every sales pitch and every damn invention to make it real and I am ready to speak for it and stay up nights for it and assume power for it and be as kind and true to my nature as possible and heal the wounds of the human animal with all of my friends. I know it is poassible. I need your help. All of you and you all need my hlp and I am telling my story this way because i am living in th fountain of culture and purifying my soul so thaT I may love my way nd doggedly pursue the solving of our history to make of this old world, a new world… Script, Own It.

mutation

pyxsmythparadox — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 09:40:02 GMT

I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant, I died as a plant and rose again an animal. I died as an animal and arose a man. Why then should I fear to become less by dying? I shall die once again as a man To rise an angel perfect from head to foot! Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel, I shall become what passes the conception of man! Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence Sings to me in organ tones, 'To ALL shall we return.'

Thursday 6pm @Chicken John's on Cesar Chavez ... join Felicity Perez memorial tribe and up load photos please...

pyxsmythparadox — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 21:33:08 GMT

just wanted to be a space to honor her and learn about what is being done to honor greive and praise her... the clown, mystic punk, grand heart she was and is... http://tribes.tribe.net/felicitymemorial Please add photos and there are details there of the memorials happening in Texas and Los Angeles, as well as waiting on the San Franscisco details...

ok. a little more.

pyxsmythparadox — Sat, 31 May 2008 07:54:10 GMT

Just over this edge there is a mountain range where there is a meeting at the top of the world, there spirits are in a great court case, determining the destiny of mankind beside nature," in the moment i went there as i was sleeping I represented our light and ny greif standing directly beside her spirit as it petions and puts in it's vote, I am right there representing saying:" Realized read victory from a child’s eyes, to know the monkey girl… sick. heard hard. pain ted this HEARtress fort reaoned out of the fiction this surrealist fate, spasm in the belly gem onseas ondem on knees on on my knees for you shall rise what a crazy witch she is was to use me soi but I would get really weird for her, with her, she was and now is one of my soul/ spirit guides, yes I have a few, our ladies of hathor, lady of the drumming trance and of the midway, now of the midway, Dag nab it but your laugh will aanndd does haunt me4, You were my spy. Now I will spy for you, in this world of the border line west so it is, to get the center and dance with the truth that you need to hear, the samurai deep sifter assassin resisters, we are listening a n d so we work the battle on an everery day, so listen and patchwork the trait of divine division, so to the each and every part… so we heard, yes, yes, yes, when it becomes and the stage is clear, and they standind standing in the way… yes every day and clear that all the onus is on the glands endocrine anus and the shit must be complete expulsion… each and every celebrity must stand together… wouldn’t that be fun… won’t that be dangerous… the patient the plastic transformed into the useful, really, it can be reused, how fun… wry smile, upturned true" The jury also smiled and I new we were getting closer to our goals...

Memory of a(n irradiant) Ddark Saint...

pyxsmythparadox — Fri, 30 May 2008 05:18:43 GMT

Our Lady Of The Midway. You were the one who would go deeper into other states pulling them up int o our world like a possessed child, holding her babydoll. She was my dream Circus co-founder. Dear friend and collaborator 1994-1998. Felicity, Harvest, Rex, Melissa Margolis, Kate warrior girl, Brian Goggin, Tirza, myself. Very important time for me, the marriage of the sacred mystical forms and the profane sex dances, the wild magic and the raw meat of mosh pits the desert's flower spilling it's youth to the eternal. Damn woman, you took the ball, you rolled with it. You lived the Circus life. You took it to the road with your love. You did it. I remember the first conversation we ever had, she told me she wanted to become a performer because there was the Los Angeles Earthquake and she was sitting in a park afterwards with thousands of others and thought... "I want to know how to create life and joy and play when this crisis happens again, i want the skills to catalyze an audience and give them safety support and joy." She earned that. We walked the hippy wasteland in Golden gate park for Jerry garcia's memorial, chanting "GET A JOB" and playfully morphing it into "MAKE A JOB"... make a job. brutal critical, uplifting. Hopeful with a spiteful smile. she was one of those posse that you know you can take on the world with, wolf pack, won't back down... She played the Devil on the Tarot deck, savagely tending bar with whiskey and cigarettes and bones, she was tender and commited, she was all on would want in a partner when we were there, holding down the Dream Circus, and we were Dream Circus for some time... The woman was a girl when i met her and now she is ever. Blessings on your Raven's wings as they stretch to take flight my dear. I am cradling your heart while my warrior's armor takes in your strength... Great whip cracker,Cantankerous Lolly, Spy. I will miss you. there can be no imposter for her, I now carry deep language for another just her annd me, jigsaw spirit I hold my peace in the land of dreams, see you there... peiceof the heart that was her so spotlight epic. this is me knowing this is true for you. Totally will be missed her brash sensitivity, shit, kindess, she is helping me to write, though., I am writing at the computer, kind of not stopping except to practice whips, so there you have, it, some we love enough to allow them to haunt us on occasion... Love, with peace. Pdox

source of paradox

pyxsmythparadox — Thu, 29 May 2008 19:31:56 GMT

This little gem from Emerson reminded me this morning of the insights I got when i was 14 on LSD, they are the reason my name is. "The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world. St. Augustine described the nature of God as a circle whose centre was everywhere, and its circumference nowhere. We are all our lifetime reading the copious sense of this first of forms. One moral we have already deduced, in considering the circular or compensatory character of every human action. Another analogy we shall now trace; that every action admits of being outdone. Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens."

Access to Family Styles: a dream rendered and stages of success... LIB 2008

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 27 May 2008 12:55:32 GMT

I am surrounded with enviable vampires, ethical giants, culture cowgirls and surreal tantric pirates. Everyone was there. passing through each other's keyholes, seeing people for years and not knowing names, some who you can see, knowing who have been there working in the community, then just reachable, right there, Everyone was there. Autonomic. I was satisfied with a few things that i did very much, 1) the kecak experiment. 150 people an hour and a half. We hardly came up for air. 2) A conversation i had with Daniel about "jurury". *see next post. I remembered that 13 years ago Tirza and I called our culture, music and movement "New West" I now have another name for it. * see future posts The Truth in Fashion. you are what you wear. refinement comes from returning, from other states of conscioussness, what we bring with us is our language. The cost of Fabrics. the tight bodice, the fitted ribs, the styled leather, the fashioned body, the extended wings, the truthful skin… When someone knows the working of form then they may play with rules. missed the festivities at carnanval. I wonder how that went. I love the ones who listen to the surface to hear the soul within. On my way there and on my way home,driving in my new car K, I realized had to drive slower, listen to the sound of the engine, drop in to the actual, like the monkey chant, listening to the opportunity and aperture like a heart beating dialation, there are a krewe who are my people but is it by default for what I want, or do I just love them, tuk tuk, brock, boli, patrick king, selkie, emery, the baby in hilary and ash's bullwhip, more also then I can say, several of my favorite dj's who go to the booth like a boxing ring. like a surgical stage. like a sorcerers altar. The calling, the sending, these great whips which access or rize to your intention. Everyone was there. (except those who wasn't(missed you)) each having tasted the critical aspect of abundance of success, of fame, of passing through the eye of some need ale and each of them wear their scars like armor and some turn their scars inside out and paint in the color story of their pallet of the gothic the victorian, the utopian, the philosophical, needing the tight corset to hold them in form as the buddhas armor of conscioussness, the shambala we live in in the future if peopled with living slaves of flesh whose whip stream is a silent wail and a prayer in the futures and the lines between the scales of beauty on the cultural skin, and under it what? under it there is a deep knowing, a teaching, and where do we want to live? the vampiric blossom wedding western, the surreal virus where each of the little halloweens we embody seem to stage out careers of forgiveness that must be answered for all of the history we may own and so wearing one catches a flame , a transmitable tantra, keeping us all alight. so preachers, So I slept in my car and I wish i had camped in it in at LIB and slept in that creature for I realized when I awoke (from the sleep I had to gather from the side of the road in order to let her engine cool every 30 miles or so). I reealized how sweet it was to travel slowly upon the roads that were once paved then graced then raced. to return to the time when 45 mph was just fine. Then I wonder about reverse engineering the engine and how i own a time m achine, the time of 1962, the time of MLK's "I have a dream", Sorry mika, i left you knowing you would be caught by the each and every best frond who would take you in under their wing, for you have genius, and each of us who wish that genius, will love you; will, all of our rivers full flow to get you to release it to us. I feel blessed as i could be more your friend one day out of choice... I don't feel like I can full call many of the people I know friends, like they all mean so much to me, each one a vibrant reflection and do I know them?? No. But in the shadows, in the dark in the deepest knowing in those conversations which happen deep in the night, that happen in the trust that only two people can know and never share... like the million trysts of a thousand heart's cycles, each relationship some how marking the road and the soft pressing to creation, to the only for you, only truly in this moment between two is there a knowing, groups can know it in essence, but the truth is that we hide so much from the world in our singular personal ego. This is my love with the thousand geniuses I know and the 88 that i can truly listen to and the 16 can actually understand and whom understand me fully, truly... Yet in the shadows in the middle of the night, on the dancefloor in the tree out of sight or directly in the spotlight there are an infinite number of infinitiy's mysteries and coiled in the snake who is a shark never not moving in it's digestion, so are my friends parasites on each others culture and vampires of prestige and so hidden and so armored... and so diverted, and so alone, and so clothed well and pretty and so tempered in a thousand drugs states with out ritual restraints and so all that is learned is learned alone and so not fully shared.... First off. Thank you laurel and all others who are commited and willing to put everythin go on the line for the creation of media and technologies which free the being from suffering. It is true that I have lost the desire for hearing words like unity peace framereference. i wish now to see it. let us be it. Lord help us to keep a single sentence co hear ent. A single arrow to it's goal... I'm excited for these comng times...

The Good News and some Invitations

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:50:00 GMT

I have been in School, the school's name is TED. http://www.ted.com/index.php/pages/view/id/5 The best writers, thinkers, on all subjects, the most inspirational guides for this upcoming era... I'm a fanatic these days, so i'm sharing... This is the Good News. http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/167 if you can find the time, here is the best thing being shared on the web... http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/243 SHARING IS CARING. Plus for those who might travel to Lightning in a Bottle, I am performing at 10:30 on Friday in the Speakers tent and will be working with the basics of Kecak and expanding it into a performance platform for circus performers, opera singers, et al. i am super excite and hope you can join me... If you are not coming down south and are local to San Francisco, Please join Mystic Family Circus in the Carnaval Parade this Sunday we will be traveling on and around the Zona Verde(green zone) Float with the Lloyd Family Players and Fou Fou Ha. Gamelan X should be in the mix somewhere as well. So come out and join MFC at Carnaval or Paradox at LIB... Blessingas and Love, -Paradox

Here she is...

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:44:26 GMT

Kallisti. The door opened when i called her by her name, so there it is... say a prayer for the foundation of her 46 year old soul. super sweet.

Performing at tHE ARMORY!!!!!

pyxsmythparadox — Fri, 16 May 2008 10:51:10 GMT

OMG!!! I am soooooo excited, first, on friday there is the never never land party at the merrygoround house... Omagod, then... I'm performing...IN (at) THE ARMORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at THE FRIGGIN ARMORY!!!!!!!!!!!! any one who knows me knows I have been obsessed about this building since I moved to SAN FRIIGGGIN'Sisco... So. this is an invitation for you to come and ROCK THE SPIRITS there with me... COME ONE COME ALL TO THE EVER RIPPLING CIRCLE OF THE RINGMASTER PARADOX... the ringmaster paradox: will be performing my style of Monkey chant merged with a ringmasters art, come and be a part of the wholy rite reversed... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nUFF sAID!!! sO HERE ARE THE dEtAILs... Fri mgr 2976 23RD 94110 Sat 330 to 4pm see below for all the other miRAcuLoUS peRfORMing groups, and beyond incredible deSIGNers and crEATors tHE aRMORY aLL oF 14tH STReeT BetwEEN mISSiON (the place is BIG y'all) wHERE THE vAMPIREs AND pORNORGAPHERS HAVE wORKED iN THE sHADOWS, FOR years hERe wE bRINg LiGHt hERE wE unDO AND wOrK IN plAY tO reSoLUTion cOME SEE ME AND ENJOY THE AMAZNING bAzzAr tHE mISSION BaZZaR This is how Lucid wrote it... Greetings friends! A fabulous event!! lucid dawn will be selling her Waisted and Naked Nature lines as well as some other special pieces this weekend with Pandoras Trunk at the Mission Bazaar at the armory. See awesome line-up below! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bay Area Creatives Light Up Historic Armory For May 17/18 Weekend! 30 Year Darkness Ends with Gift & Performance Expo Set within one of San Francisco's most dramatic historical landmark buildings – The Armory (it's first public event in over 30 years), Mission Bazaar is a unique art, craft & performance expo showcasing some of the Bay Area's most vibrant creative talent. Join a diverse lineup of artisans exhibiting fashion, jewelry, art and accessories, a variety of SF non-profit organizations, and 2 stages with 20 hours of live music, dance, circus arts, performance artists and DJs. Performances include gypsy jazz, bellydance, spoken word, beatbox, choral ensembles, fashion shows, puppetry, theater, flamenco, and much more. Visit http://www.MissionBazaar.com for further information. When: Saturday, May 17 & Sunday, May 18 10am – 8pm Where: The Armory, 1800 Mission Street @ 14th Street What: A Creative Gift and Performance Expo Cost: $5 (Children under 8 – Free) Performances by: Bad Unkl Sista – Wearable art & performance http://www.badunklsista.com/ Cohen – Gypsypop http://www.newsuperheros.com Conspiracy of Venus – 25-Voice Women's Choir http://myspace.com/conspiracyofvenus Cera & The Bellydance Mafia – Bellydance http://www.damage-control.org DJ Laird - World Beats http://www.djlaird.org Free - Liberation Folk http://www.myspace.com/freedombean Gaucho – Django Gypsy Jazz http://www.gauchojazz.com Gooferman & Circus Metropolus – Kings of "Klown-Fi" http://www.gooferman.com Gypsy Moon Theatre - Kathak Dance Hot Pink Feathers featuring Kellita Garton, Queen of Mission Carnaval 2008 http://www.hotpinkfeathers.com Michael Olsen – Flamenco Guitar http://www.michaelolsenflamenco.com Micropixie – Techno Organic Sonic Design http://www.myspace.com/micropixie Mystic Family Circus – Magical Circus Spectacle faeturing Paradox Pollack Ringmaster http://www.mysticfamilycircus.com Nkecki – Organic Soul http://www.nkechi.com Pamela Parker w/ The Ritual - Juicy Bluesy Soul Rock http://www.pamelaparkermusic.com Shamanic Cheerleaders - Divine Pep http://www.shamaniccheerleaders.com Shelley Doty - Soul, Funk, Jazz Singer & Guitar Goddess http://www.shelleydoty.com Singing Bear and Aumnibus - World Tribal Folk Fusion http://www.aumnibus.net The Slippery Slope Alternative Loungexotica http://myspace.com/theslipperyslope The Vowel Movement BeatBoxers feat. Infinite (Felonious) & Tim Barsky http://www.thevowelmovement.com Three Sisters Bellydance http://www.threesistersdance.org Tin Cup Serenade Mission Jazz http://www.tincupserenade.com Urban Nature - Global Fusion Ambient Groove http://www.urbannaturemusic.com Venus Christ – A Revolutionary Rock Opera http://www.myspace.com/venuschrist And our Spring 2008 Exhibitors: .endless|broken|lines. Andres Amador Studios Artwork by Johanna Uribes Ashley Larson Booty Boutique ccianciART Celestial Chic Ztudio Cotton Candie Crucible Cyzuki Industries Dandylion Press Danski Beautiful Clothes Dara Ettinger Design Studio, LLC Dark Garden Unique Corsetry David Gordon Fine Art Deane Wernet Design Design by Ellemose Effie's Heart Elissa Fricano Estar fiftyseven-thirtythree GGallery Ginko Designs Hacker Design Haight Ashbury Free Clinic Healing Hands heathen Hipstirr Kazam Creations Keegan Roberson KS Lewis Designs La Sirena Morena y Sus Tesoros Leila Bazzani Lil' Fishy Lizard Press Louise Gerarde Lucky Space Monkey Marla Pedersen Matthew Abfalter Miranda Caroligne Nous Savons O'Lover Hats Pandora's Trunk Peace Love Life, Inc. Rachael Adams RocknSocks Inc. Sacred Chocolate Sarah Jane Hassler SHARAUN Apparel Sinclair Stratton Siobhan Van Winkel SuperSugarRayRay Suzanne Rachel Forbes Symbiotic Productions Thea Izzi Jewelry Design Tinydeskart Twinkle Venus Christ Where's Romeo?! White Swan Studios

Looking for a ride To SF from LA

pyxsmythparadox — Fri, 16 May 2008 00:39:42 GMT

Hey Buckeroos,? Anyone going tonight? or tomorrow morning? I'll pay gas and stimulate conversation, as well as provide peaceable amosphere. call 415 312 1977... love

Once upon an Feather

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 07 May 2008 22:53:51 GMT

There was a name, and a girl. She lived and for moments I walked with she. I read today many words of our dear lady of the pixies. I felt her as a saint today. I read and reread all of the writings about her and about her death and about the life that lives on in us that she was that we are now and was moved to tears as i often am when i think of her, the kind of tears that are like briars and thorns coming out, but once they have torn a duct of droplets from the desert they blossom like seeds settled under the soil for years, just waiting to be rememebred, bred and mated to the unseen. I have been working alot with our community in the fashion world , building up to the launch of the Evolver Exchange a part of www.realitysandwich.com, l and i think back to the irony of my FEATHER MAFIA peice where I was so judgemental of the form and function of clothing and seeing it as armor and species distinction which created seperation and so it is, yet our lady of the pixies woke me up to the unity just before she left for Bali. She took me under her opalescent fragrant wings and smoked roses and tobacco with me. She left me with a patina on my heart which will always be stained with the magnetic embrace of her golden portal to the infinite in love. I wanted to represent her words today to inspire people and to remind myself whenever i look here of her, like a madonna of the the maenads, a princess of the picts. This is her, in her words, OUR LADY OF THE PIXIES. truth intentions warp weaves n feathers TRUTH INTENTIONS WARP WEAVES IN FEATHERS "So much love I have in my heart for the human race even though at night I dream of being a bird. I create clothing and so appreciate all the magical creatrixs and creators in our tribe that weave and warp amazing wearable art, painting, photography art, movies, media, music, dancing, healing, laughing, food, gardening, growing, performing, learning, believing, all of it, every single role that each of us hold in creating this new world of Visionary Culture that is beginning to touch so many people reaching far outside of this immediate tribe on the west coast of the North American Continent. What I wish to share with you first, is just my pure intentions for the reason I am inspired to make clothing, seeing this is what is inspiring us all to share our truth on this blog. I wish not to try to defend myself for doing what I love and doing it well, as I pour all the love, light, soul n fairie sparkles my heart and hands can download.......this is my most pure offering in these moments for the evolution of our famdamily the human race and intentions to activate the spirit not the ego....that is my prayer. That is my intention when I create these wearable pieces of art. I can only hope that my truth is felt no matter what side of these creations you are standing on, the inside the outside the upside the downside. We are working harder than I ever thought I could or would to create enough of these magical bits and bobs to share for each and every being....if they so chose, if they would like. It is a choice after all!!!!!! And in this 3D reality one must work but we are restricted by the laws at play and can only do as much as our hands can do in this moment.........I wish I could just spread the love to everyone instantly.......oneday!!!! One thing that does spring to mind as I write on Tribe to the Tribe are images of the lands that I have travelled across our Mama Spaceship Earth and the Tribes I have been so blessed to have witnessed & experienced and been so inspired by from India n Egypt to Peru and Indonesia and so many other places and spaces inbetween. There always seems to be a common thread, a visual common thread that weaves a tribe together, especially in there clothing, jewellery, adornments and art.....aha as they say birds of a feather flock together. I wish for unity of our planet so deeply. I thank you all for this refleciton for each reflection that I am given on earth...... I felt it deeply on la playa this year. Whats coming up in the dreamfield for me as a most important bit for my own evolution is the ability to find my truth and speak it, someting... that I have found challenging at times, but am so grateful for this kind of opportunity to help me grow to see the full spectrum as wide as my eyes will allow. I will not say sorry for loving fashion n feathers shiny and sparkley things as they are truley an extention of my love for myself and for you. That is why I create the clothes to sell and share not just for me.....it is such a fine line that we are walking on. I wish to fly so high and so free....Inshala"

Form and Fluid, the nature of this waking day

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 06 May 2008 17:39:37 GMT

as freedom is a breakfastfood by e.e. as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made -long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem and genius please the talentgang and water most encourage flame as hatracks into peachtrees grow or hopes dance best on bald men's hair and every finger is a toe and any courage is a fear -long enough and just so long will the impure think all things pure and hornets wail by children stung or as the seeing are the blind and robins never welcome spring nor flatfolk prove their world is round nor dingsters die at break of dong and common's rare and millstones float -long enough and just so long tomorrow will not be too late worms are the words but joy's the voice down shall go which and up come who breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs deeds cannot dream what dreams can do -time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

I am an Arrow

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:31:50 GMT

starting again from the stretchhed string base line. Yet new worlds ever arise from the past as we shoulder to the front of the line. i get a scathing dis from the mayor wanna be from my last comment on the grid of tribal conscioussness. So an update. Working daily to not send my energy to the winds. Have made some obligatory treks to the watering hole to get my circulation in motion, feel so funny at the casting calls, all the same person looking to find their way in to the cliche recorder. i go on the off chance that someone will fall in love with my authentic spirit. i meet executives in bars, run into celebrities on the street have been honked at by a major producer on the freeway cuz he recognized me from the film we worked on, continue to work on the online store going up soon for realitysandwich.com. staying with my people, writing my scripts and all around commiting to the cliche' of The City of Angels, for as alfred jarry said in pataphysics, "Clichés are the armature of the Absolute." I wish to court the wizard behind the curtain and learn his tools. So I will, with the same level of commitment and intention that I pursued community in the circus of SF. Yet tempered by the great mountain of failures that was my heart's work. Now, may I succeed in my archer's vision.

New Brought News.

pyxsmythparadox — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 13:59:32 GMT

To wake at the edge of he beach. To feel the pulse of commerce surrounding the edges, To know I am commiting to the largest realm of influence, resource and culture. To embody my abundance. This is my work in LA. I have been living here three weeks, some auditions, good connects, old friends new friends indeed many tales to tell, yet all I have for you today is this... my present meditation... IF THOU WOULDST COMPLETE THE DIAMOND BODY WITH NO OUTFLOWING DILIGENTLY HEAT THE ROOTS OF CONSCIOUSSNESS AND LIFE. KINDLE THE LIGHT IN THE BLESSED COUNTRY EVER CLOSE AT HAND, AND THERE HIDDEN, LET THY TRUE SELF ALWAYS DWELL.

NO REALLY!!! I NEED A CAR!!!

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 16:53:53 GMT

I am moving to Los Angeles for some time. I am embarrased by the fact that I have not yet found a car and have been bleeding my money into rental cars. I am now shifting my car karma by writing this and am looking for any form of assistance in this realm including, sound advice from experience, connections to affordable fuel efficient cars through dealerships or trusted friends, or the perfect gift for a community servant from one with more than they need... In full prescence i welcome this possibility...

IN THE LAND OF COURAGE AND PURPOSE...

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:54:45 GMT

WHAT IT TAKES TO BE KING AND QUEEN. can you use a spade and a plow and raise food out of the earth? can you rule these creatures kindly and fairly remembering they are not slaves but free subjects? would you bring up your children and grandchildren to do the same? and you wouldn't have favorites either among your own children or among the other creatures or let any hold another under or use it hardly? and if enemies came against the land, (for enemies will arise) and there was war, would you be the first in the charge and the last in the retreat? iF ANSWERED HONESTLY YES TO THESE ALL. THEN YOU MAY BE.. (so spoke aslan to the first king of narnia)

Two quotes of the moment

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 20:35:24 GMT

The loftier the building, the deeper must the foundation be laid. The only safe ruler is they who have learned to obey willingly. Thomas Kempis

Mystic Family Awakening

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 20:24:53 GMT

Great Mystic Family Circus meeting last night ( we call them LUKUs after a tribal gathering name from the BANTU tradition http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bantu . ) Many of the old school family showed up and we worked efficiently and with great focus feeling renewed in our mission… this is a log entry from one month ago… “there is a struggle right now with the work and the folly, the willing and the surrender, with the elders, ariel ( http://www.holographicgoddess.com/ ), sobonfu ( http://www.sobonfu.com/ ), Martin ( http://www.floweringmountain.com/martin/index.html ), any and all others we can connect with including some of the heroes, like Lucas talked to Campbell ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell#Campbell.27s_influence_on_cinema ), what if Lucas was walked to in the same way? What if someone stepped to him and spoke clearly like he had to Campbell, would he respond or are the works of Hollywood and film that much different from the myth and fable, folk guidance and story makers. if we listen we hear clearly the thunder of the not so far off time when the bombs are exploding, never thought they would be fool enough to use them, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we found that the aliens had stopped time at the nagaski and the Hiroshima and taken all those who would have died there and taken them on to their planets. saved them all and made an ideal society to refect back to us. isn’t that the New Age score response (Resolution http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shambhala#In_the_Buddhist_Kalachakra_teachings ) to the Christians great trumpet call (Revelation http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revelation ). That each of us advances whether we know or not, that we go where we choose, but also beyond that, when we pass on, we pass on to an accountable world. Yes, to be forgiven, to be absolved, nowhere else in the universe is there a story of such preciousness, that humans believe that ultimately they are the favorite of god and the funny poets speaking for generations OF THE ICEBERG FACE OF NATURE, of the universes indifference, it’s invisibility to our perceptions, we see it’s manifestation in obvious ways that we can predict and control, but the universal forces, push us to madness in it’s scale and our inability to fathom how something so big could care about something as tiny as each of us. Yet all we get is the each single one. to think and be able to pray, to catalogue the essence of things so they may be drawn out into the visual, the visceral, the felt, Yes we can… yes we do… communicate with your under tow, your source gravity, your root understandings. Here there is the filter with which the light and shadow is seen, there are common traits to all perceptions. These (f(s)eed) all our attention, these need all of our practices, for what if, as the whole world was about to get ahold of our (america’s) resources and we sold ourselves out to new countries created from our legacy of cultural colonization and war industries. What if, just before it all went down and britian decided to cash in on it’s ownership of the US of A that we just made money obsolete. Like a world wide bankruptcy where their was not a need any longer to wake in the day to a slavery. Yet a choice to work was made anyway. Really chosen, as Gillian Welch prays in a song, ”everybody working hard is who I’m working for…” http://www.lyricsdir.com/gillian-welch-everything-is-free-lyrics.html open the heart to overcome the mystery, listen this footage, these gathered figures, this aborted feudal system, what comes up from there, what visions occur from the rising?

the reason for art.

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:55:22 GMT

I think the planet as a whole is becoming more conscious – conscious of who we are, how we effect the earth, the people around us. I definitely think there is a large power at work, numbing feelings and awareness through media and pharmaceuticals but I believe we are stronger than they are. We must take our power back and realize we are many, they are few. Will is stronger than money. -Floria Sigismondi give back to the arts. check this link. http://www.changingthepresent.org/

For the godess of pollen.

pyxsmythparadox — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:41:38 GMT

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin

Something important which I will be doing research on and reporting, check it out

pyxsmythparadox — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 04:30:22 GMT

anonymous vs. scientology... http://youtube.com/watch?v=JCbKv9yiLiQ wow. scientology is a monster. I am really curious. check it... http://www.newsweek.com/id/109410

tears for the hungry ghosts, fruits for the thirsty demons, fire through the water to the earth carry our prayer

pyxsmythparadox — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 08:22:36 GMT

Thank you as i pray with you in this golden constellation of all beings in awakening, i pray in the middle of the las vegas airport awaiting my flight to oakland to sit in vigil for some time for my sister who passed and i feel as we pray that she is paving the way for us with seeds and flowers, is petitioning the heavenly spheres and beings of unity and light to hold us in the highest and never give in and to speak to us through the veil now with all of her purity and intentions which when connecting gave me the awe of love and care ever and always with her as I knew her and as we loved each other and as she loved all of you so it is in this prayer as I weep in the vegas airport among all the demons of longing and desire I weep for all those who deep in the ocean of their longing need courage and are given the courage asked for to be with desire not for the mani-festation but for the freedom from this suffering and desire releiving their pains by being a sacrifice, sweet heidi I read your life this way as a prayer as an offering. i receive the benefit of your prayer and receive the love you give and will dedicate myself and do embody this very light which has transpired through your passing, we are all closer now to the goal of the gateless gate, gently gesturing through all locks and barriers within and without, I love you heidi, I love you tender human family whose spirit in it's merging is for the enlightenment of all. Om swasti astu

I'm obsessed right now

pyxsmythparadox — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 02:52:36 GMT

I am weeping over socks. I am imagining a housewife gazing into a sea of socks and noting all the differences. there are tons of white socks and tons of blacks socks and it's easy to make those distinctions, Those are the kids cuz they are that size and those are mine because the're finer, one child has more pizzaz so the colored are over there , but then subtler differences occur... the black socks have each a different type of stretch at the top and some are older and so aren't as dark anymore, you seek the same size and find that one's with the same space at the top have been worn differently, some socks come together in a pack and never see each other again. Not until years later when they have been used in different ways and don't fit together anymore. Then there are the special socks, all groovy nd different which couldn't be any other place than together, you see the socks that should be thrown out but you can't yet, you figure you''ll make puppets out of them some day at a community art gathering or maybe you just throw them immediately in a pile of rags to be used soon on a dirty floor. i feel like the idea of a soul mate is like this somehow. the God of love sorting the socks. i wrote this in my mind as I packed my laundry to move from topanga and journey to the east coast. I miss my love. I do not want to become lazy and forget that it takes alot of effort to sort the socks. it takes patience and awareness, it takes a seeking mind. there is a litle peice of heaven when you find the two which become ones that go together.