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High Tea With A God, Paul Laffoley

The_Faery_King — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 02:10:42 GMT

Baroness Raven, Lady High Roaster and Danni, Contessa Del Fuego, Fire Marshall of The Gossamer Court The Faery King, Prince Jah-d, king-elect and The High Priestess of the Gossamer Court encourage our women to take roles of leadership in the affiliation. This is in the tradition of The Grandmothers of Native American history and mystery. It is also just plain stupid not to acknowledge that the only practical way one can be, is inclusive. Neo-paganism and shamanism is about, among other things, the unification of the male and female divine. http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii108/Lundberg1960/Ladis1.jpg Balls of bliss, Wings so free, The Phaerex does call to Thee, Across water, air, land, Through fire, spirit, Magick you, Magick me, Paul Laffoley come to me! (und he did!) http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii108/Lundberg1960/Sh2.jpg FAERY KING, JAH-D UND PAUL LAFFOLEY High Tea With A God, Paul Laffoley It is important for us to respect and learn from the life and battles of those who have fought all kinds of adversity and physical ailment, so courageously at times, especially for those like myself who must face the limitations that health issues present us with, up to and including the finality of earthly time, due to heart disease, to name just one item on my personal menu of maladies.. Diabetes, a heart condition and an amputation, to name a few things the great artist has had to endure, have regulated the movement and agility of Paul Laffoley, a magnificent visionary, with the aura of a God who does possess a wonderful sense of humor and acceptance. My friend of twenty years, the late humorist, wit and existentialist writer, though more goddess than god, was another who possessed this humor born of empathy and compassion, woven with human dignity into a tapestry, most Divine in nature. Jordan, my partner, never had the chance to share my friendship with Quentin Crisp. The old velvet revolutionary and free-spirit would have loved the kind nature of my bound partner and Jah-d would have loved him, as he has great regard for elders cut of the cloth of wisdom. We have been fortunate enough to spend some time with the Laughing Buddha this world knows as Paul Laffoley and whenever time permits, I do seek out a little time with Paul... It is hard not to suspect that he is one of those friends who know much more about his friends than he lets on. My heart, a wee bit broken by human nature, a wee bit defective due to genes, torn and worn by a very long period of bad habits, effected by my own degree of human selfishness, as well as hostility from some of those who have found their way around us and into our life, finds itself an organ, like a fish out of water gasping for air, that of the elemental variety, as well as the gentle healing breeze that a people could bring to one another, were they were not so busy plotting and being rotten to their friends, neighbors and relations. Never mind an uncaring social order; All of us need to get with the program and drop all those pesky seeds of destruction or we, and this includes me, will simply get what we deserve. Bad vibes beget bad vibes and for those of us susceptible to pain born of or as a result of love, incorporating into the equation the stress that comes with it all, illness is not merely possible, it is probable. Paul and I were first speaking of getting together later on next week. Perhaps he could tell that my situational need these days is a little more immediate than usual. There is no doubt in my mind that he understands where I am at right now. He has been there before and his having been there, to not just recover but survive and thrive, brings me hope, as one such as he should bring visions of the possible to all those who suffer health-wise, in his case, just a little more than the rest. One of the first things our friend told me is what was missing from the You Tube Channel ( Flopsterbisque ) segments that Jordan and I have been producing and that missing component is humor. Wit, which seems to be a gift with me, is only a fraction of real humor. A laughing heart is a beating heart. As Paul went from writing a Bio, to the kitchen where he finished preparing the simple meal that AJ was working .. he left us alone to talk, Paul showed me the model of a beautiful wooden skyscraper he created, this artist who is an architect as well. It is made of wood that does not burn and is apparently very durable. As he poured us each a small bottle of carbonated lemonade, I began to notice this natural shaman moving, being funny in his commentary, as he put everything together in the most harmonious way, as the good un-stressed conversation and story-telling continued. As time went on, I noticed my normally nervous and excitable nature taking a holiday, as I listened to him, taking in all that he was doing. Nothing has ever changed my mind about Irishmen being the best story-tellers, because the story is a heart to heart communication, where even embellishment becomes a part f the healing magick. The just the facts, stick in the mud types at an Irish wake (Usually the imagination-challenged) will never get it, that there is great truth, even in the most shameless of Blarney. Nothing has convinced me otherwise, Joe Friday ..net, with his "just the facts Mam" was a Fundamentalist something, if only a Fundie Po-Po. If I strike anyone as that, they need their head examined. This was no wake but the playful, funny and lesson-giving conversation, through words and actions, seemingly choreographed like the ballet of a student and teacher, dancing the dance of the Word Magi and all this began to paint a picture, as it mended my heart to some degree. After we indulged in a cupcake, Paul went on to work on another project of his that will make more people happy because he is here, creating, working the multi-faceted great work. The conversation continued as I watched him work and the reality became striking; the artist kept a steady, thoughtful and even pace in the tasks he was under-taking. The truth in what a number of my friends and my partner Jordan have been telling me in various ways, began to ring true to a point where I could no longer avert my eyes from it; I need to slow down, ridding myself of needless stress and those things and people which cause this. It is also incumbent on me to work on undertakings which promote harmony and balance in this life, while my heart and spirit seek to understand to others, the spiritual, the creative-wise and intellectual. My magical Rabbi, Jordan, Lady Heather, associate and long-term friends David and Richard, Bella, Alex P. Coco, Kussina, my acupuncturist, medical doctors and specialists are all singing the same song; "Faery King, if you do not slow down, rest, keep your life stress-free and get busy with diet, exercise and the pursuit of spiritual tranquility, you will die!" http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii108/Lundberg1960/Sh2.jpg (I could see Paul Laffoley playing "Pin the tail on the moron in the Oval Office,) Paul Laffoley is a great, wise elder and friend, who has suffered with diabetes, an amputate, with heart problems of his own. My friends, those who truly love me, warts and all, are no slouches either, when it comes to knowing what is best for me. It was the validation of a collective thought my friends have had and expressed, validated by the words, wisdom and actions of one of the more perfect sources of wisdom in my life, a good soul, who was generous with his time to me. There is a great difference between a teacher and a tyrant, when it comes to the end result and I am blessed with several great teachers in my life. I have for many years burned a three-ended candle, in order to produce energy and ignite the passion for life, healing and art in others. I need to hold some of this for myself and be wise with whom I elect to help in the future, because the wrong kind of Vampire's abound in my life, from time to time. Their natural state of being is to drain from others, leaving nothing that will sustain, life, good health and happiness behind, because to do otherwise would fly in the face of their nature. There have been times in this life, when gasping for breath I have had to point to the invisible beating organ on the ground, with the request that someone wash it off and put it back in my chest, so I can live. This is the job we should do for ourselves. As I once had to learn as a recovering heroin addict, if someone makes you want to use because of their presence and actions, then they need to leave or you do, but something has to give, if one is to remain free. Good friends and tribe await you, so why bother with the negative that will only make you so. It would be a horrible conclusion for me to expire or suffer a major debilitating illness or stroke because I did not grab the bull of my own rap, by the horns, taking in the lessons that I impart to and share with others, especially those who have improved, perhaps in part, because of my writing and the inspiration drawn from my experience and hope. It would be disrespectful to those who truly love me, to allow those vortexes of negative energy and dark clouds to suck me in. Sorry for seeming such a hypocrite, to those who do love me so much, their presence making my life the wonderful voyage that it is because of their being in it. I owe the Indigo, Hippie and Pagan community more than that and those who love me no matter what, the debt that can never be repaid. As for my critics who criticize me no matter what I do, (just because), while never bothering to get the full skinny of things which transpire and my haters, who hate me no matter what; You people may find a need for Venom Viagra because I am going to work on making one and all who take this course with me, our community and those I love, impotent, as I did with my lovely mother Medusa last night, because she thought she had won a great victory in recently stirring the problem pot in my life. The problems she helped to create this time proved to be a test of my resolve and my resolution was not to let it bother me, and it didn't. The first step in any kind of recovery is to accept that only when blame ends does real recovery begin. That is not to say that you have to open the shutters of your heart so wide that they rattle. Excuses are the leaning posts of fools. That is especially true of the enablers and apologists of the world. I am taking time to begin cleaning house, while ignoring willful ignorance. The only house needing my concentration is my own. I learned from Paul yesterday, watching him, that if you keep things in order, life is far more harmonious than if you do not. Once upon a time, my house was that of the minimalist, because t gave me more strength to help other people. Jordan is very wise, logical and wonderful. My proposal that he take a greater role in the operations of The Gossamer Court was very well received. This in no way means that he and Heather are expected to shoulder great burdens all by themselves. Do not force me to come out of this sabbatical designed to help me find balance and good stress-free health, only to find and face unbalanced stressful situations. Heather and Jordan's kind hearts, loving deeds, ethical ways, example and presence are worthy of respect, great love and they are far more worthy than I will ever be of this love, so many show us individually. Heather is a fine example, a role model, an ethical and loving warrior and a Protector of Gaia. Jah-d is a living sonnet to the heart of The Great Mother and human-kind, a great soul with the deepest caring for others that I have ever known in another Being and with the company we keep this says a great deal. I have fought Jordan out of fear long enough on his advice that I slow down, because my ego with regard to being able to out-due people half my age is overwhelming at times. No more "never stop dancing from sunset to sunrise and beyond." My own indulgence in the vanity some shaman must battle, because we cannot maintain the physical prowess of our youth of accept the limitations of middle or even old age, was an ever-present lesson to me in fool's folly. This folly has not registering for this fool until now. Perhaps even my most hate-filled critics are correct in their inventory of me on some level but they do not seem to realize that you can teach old dogs new tricks. My partner is a great teacher and this is not just any old dog. Teaching is the most noble of professions. I am done listening to the criticism of those who think one is a failure if they do not roll over and take it for life, as a team player for corporate America, in order to acquire wealth and impress the neighbors. Many who keep up with the Joneses; lose their conscience, a soulful molecule at a time. When Jordan begins to put together more inventions, I have every reason to believe that our very gifted brother and friend will create his own corporation, based on his good ethics, dreams and vision. Whatever he decides to do, he has my full support and blessing. His happiness does count. We will be at CoSM this Saturday for the full moon and it looks as though we will have quite the little band of fellow artists, friends and family. I will be at CoSM on September 20th, to celebrate my birthday and CoSM's anniversary a little early. In future, until further notice, I am only to be online for two hours a day. My body must rest between exercise, spiritual and physical. Should anyone require an audience with Faery King in New York, Jersey or places around the globe, such appointments will be made, petitioners being screened by Lady Heather, the king-elect Jah-d, unless it is in Boston, in which case Alex Palermo, long time friend of Faery King and proprietor of the Original Tremont Tearoom http://tremont-tearoom. com/welcome. html will make the decision. I am not pulling myself out of the picture all together but I am taking the good and loving advice of our friends. In my opinion Paul Laffoley is one of the finest elders our world has and at this moment, I am so very grateful to him. NAMASTE, The Faery King http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii108/Lundberg1960/Ladis1.jpg

Indigo Awakening (Poem By The Faery King)

The_Faery_King — Fri, 15 Aug 2008 00:15:32 GMT

Faery King With The Trees I've walked the Sahara, Through a sandstorm, This Tis’ truth, Not knowing then, Looking for Indigo Blue, Knowing astral dreams of past life to be true, Rubbing a lamp with the Jin inside, Ancient now, Once upon a time, cast anew, Magi like me and you, Shaman tests, Vision quests, Boundless sadness, endless smiles, With some living left, Goddess strong with supple breasts, Feeding hope and need of the other’s, Our wishing well to theirs, Dignity, nobility, Magick who we are, Of Spirit, our race, Sacred prism, WE, forged in the other place, We dreamers who when we dream, Dream at our best, Making evil shriek and scream, The other races are healed and blessed, Thugs of modern greed, Fear others with nothing, the meek, With strength to help with noble quest, Winged horses by the thousands, From the stars, two abreast, Purpose of mercy rides Merkabah chariots, Agony of humanity, We carry it, Weighed down by the Karmic come-uppins, Of so called society gone awry, Onward Christian soldiers, Conceal thirteen knotted nooses, Of new riders of the night, Love is the Tai Chi of agony and bliss, Hatred into knots the powerful twist, Judging the love born of bliss, Wickedness cover’s Mother Gaia's face in cancerous cysts, The answers rain down from everywhere, Listen with your eyes, See with your ears, Feel with your senses, That which touches does not make clear, Open chakras intercept, Meteoric hits, Starbursts kissed with lips, Wisdom to the awakened spirit is rarely missed, Look here and there, Let pointy fingers of the moralists stare, As for nothing save themselves, They have not a care, As spirit flies to us, Elementals everywhere, A Voodoo temple in Haiti, Dancers, drummers, once burned alive, European tyranny, Carried on hoofs of armies, Well traveled far and wide, Arrogant pride! “God’s” oppressors here and now, Not just for history pages, Holy See builds a Basilica’s, The Host turns into tarantulas, Poison to wisdom of the heart, Despair and hopelessness, bred by governments, Makes living witness’s liars, Because to the victor goes the spoils, Spoiled truth in toxic oil, The first casualty of war is truth, Sometimes the real assassin is society, Not Oswald or John Wilkes Booth, Truth rides high, On the corpses of our prophets and sages, Suffering to angels born of church-paid wages, Wise women, Magical men, Gutted and hung in pubic cages, Birthing some of the worst legacy, With no Sun in sight, We return to darkest ages, This world has ever known, Two faced, forked tongue religions, Which conquer and divide? Scalping not from the out but the inside, As good souls ascend, A priestly class goes bump in the night, Bishops pretend not to, Tormentors of children defend, Children dressed in good souls cannot from violence hide, Families, friends, fear turning screws, As corporations scourge new tribes, Zealous fervor, religious blight, Such atrocity should give all folk of God, The saddest of Blues, As sanctimonious hypocrites, Like deadly creatures bite, Sleepless nights, For the agony and sorrow, From armies of bloodthirsty Yahweh, Is the killing machine factory, Assembly lines manned by the weak, Those who slide deadly toys with imaginary Crescent moons, Crosses and stars making of real fright, Not so sacred geometry, from and hues, That fills temples, mosques And blood washed church pews, The streets of Paris were once burning, As now water fountains in the Middle East, What magick is this? That’s really disease, Manmade borders, humanities suicide, Rising death toll, human tide, Where no one seems to have the God they need, On the lost dreams of children, Hateful, Un-holy men, feed, Where Third eye light from old soul’s see, What The Buddha once a prince faced, Poverty of the soul, death and misery, Magicians once burned, Now beheaded at the head of the class, As Arabia burns, Presidents show their ass, Smoke the witch into ash, Execution should make our stomachs turn, Ashes of Poland and Germany are not snow, The Nazi’s even starved the worms, For a people who claimed not to, They sure did know, Willfully ignorant vessels which once housed good souls, The ovens heat up as the tank treads roll, Insane minds have forgotten wise lessons of the Ye olde, The books histories critics burned, Contained that which was learned long ago, Teachers climbing crooked straight up mountains, Under scorching skies from pollution, We healer’s, Indigo, climb, Up to mighty castles on hillsides, Ruled by the power lusting knights, Facing down the weapons, To save the humanness inside, Places where they hang and torture, The weak and the wise, Those smart enough not to fight, Enthroned unloving kings on blood soaked thrones, As they try to forget the spirit of indigenous shaman, All the lives that they took, They might carry flags and sacred books, But these maniacs by their own definition, Are no better than murderers and common crooks, Through torture and loss, Our tribesmen may well moan, But to the other side, the Light may never be known, As un-Christ-like Christians take life through genocide, And other disease, Nuclear bombs that petrify, Bombs of such wrath and fury From which Great Spirit's and “God Himself” can’t hide, The banks of the Rhine and Rhone, Tigris and Euphrates, Ganges and the Seine, Wind and water of war never seems to end, Through Popes and tyrants bad seed is sewn, The Divine Ocean too much of this world still unknown, Sailing six seas of Green and Blue, Alas my lovely siblings, Where are you? The temples of Thailand, Shinto in Japan, A volcano in Hawaii, In Sweden lakes of forest, Timber made for breath, Destroyed by humanoid pests, A Cave Church in Helsinki on Boxing Day, Handing out to the poor, Holding your place in line, For when you lose the store, Let eyes be as stained glass windows that color your sight, And get the color and hues that enhance vision just right, With hope that springs anew, As Indigo falcons fly, Over the Baltic, Keeping hate at bey, All things that make the children cry, Those icebergs with cold dark hearts, Masquerading as women and as men, Melt them out of sight, Weapons that draw no blood or life, Should be the first to be used, So help your children to be wise, As they walk the Indigo way, Those ways those with pea brains in spirit, Will come to loathe, Barefoot physicians walk the sand, Beaches of the Californian coast, Reveals salt water filled with many ghosts, Get back to where mountains meet the sky, Where sea meets high land Gliding through the air naked, Breed the falcon with the dove, The tiger and the lamb, Man is half woman, And woman is half man, Unify the sexes of mankind and the Divine Looking for freedom and truth, Mystery is intertwined, May beacons of love guide you, May bad humanzee’s never divide you, As Love should always be, A sacred ripple's host, Don’t you see? Aborigines of the outback in body paint glow, We have people of the lost tribe there, The Amazonian folk are smarter than arrogant men blowing smoke, This in your heart is true, you know, Alaskan made polar gray, May indeed fill Aleutian bays Even in the winter, Tribe’s are warm there, In the realm of Arctic seals and happy polar bears, Through the blizzards and the hail, Northern lights of the Aurora, Under warmth of a warning orb, May one day mix will Jungles of fauna and flora, Two hundred years ago they killed the shaman, Fearing that the truth might be told, And now that it is nobody listens, Southeast Asian tsunamis, May hit Brooklyn one day, Do not listen to those hippies, They just smoke pot, Eat veggies, Hug trees, And do nothing else but get in the way, Some of its creators might have wished, They had broadened parameters, For infecting groups with AIDS, But everyone wants hair, So our execution was stayed, Beauty never pales, But ugliness flies and sails, A Great Cavern in Gibraltar, Once led to Africa, you see, Which explains why the Euro ruling class, Live with nostril’s flailed, They believe it enough so it bothers them, Ancestors of Prince Charles, once had chimpanzee tails, Long before the French dined on delicious snails, Search, gather and live in union, Break free from that, which ails, You can learn much from a monkey, They are way too smart to hold fast to, That which continues to fail, Perhaps we Indigo are a new monkey, Some of us do like to wear tails, As for our frustration, We must not give up, One day the banner of healing will really strut its stuff, My island quest to Bora Bora, To volcanoes or Valhalla, Must be put on hold for now, When the time is right for ascension, All things in life lead to the well of souls, the Guff, But until my job is done, With the good and bad of it, Of life, we have not had enough, So on this, let the beacon be plain, Walking in the rain, Wind at my back, Knee deep in mud, Looking for the Sun, Sumer leads to fall, Winter to spring, Together we play in the woods, Frolic on the beach, Climb to the mountain tops, Learn more than you teach, As tempest and bonfires rage, The mundane world needs cleansing, A job too big for sage, Yes, my sacred siblings, We are about to turn the page, I and you, you and I, May the god’s bless each and every one, The Indigo Mage, Let’s live for the day, When no one out of sadness, Find tears in their eyes, But instead we cry, Because we are together found, Our search being ended, For an earthly life sublime, We the surfers of that the Healing tide, The search has ended, No need to hide, Under sun or moonlight, We the Lost Tribe, Brought together under the rainbow, Of the Indigo sky… The Faery King 2008

Final Public Stuff 2008 And Help Request

The_Faery_King — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 19:25:22 GMT

Many Blessings, I am going to have High Tea, strumpet's und a conversation on nice bits of crumpet. –wink- It is important for me to respect and learn from the life and battles of one of the finest elders our world has, Paul Laffoley. With will of course laugh as we usually do, along with a discussing my acceptance of the not-so-new limitations of having what is now and has been for some time, a very serious heart condition. My magical Rabbi, Jordan, Lady Heather, associate and long-term friends David and Richard, my acupuncturist, medical doctors and specialists are all singing the same song, "Faery King, if you do not slow down, rest, keep your life stress-free and get busy with diet, exercise and the pursuit of spiritual tranquility, you will die!" Paul Laffoley is a great, wise elder and friend, who has suffered with diabetes, an amputation and heart problems of his own. It was a collective thought last evening that he is one most perfect source of wisdom for me to consult with for dealing with what has been for some time a serious health crisis. I have for many years burned a three-ended candle in order to produce energy and ignite the passion for life, healing and art in others. It would be a horrible conclusion for me to expire or suffer a major debilitating illness because I did not grab the bull of my own rap, by the horns, taking in the lessons I impart to and share with others, especially those who have improved in part of much because of my writing and the inspiration drawn from my experience and hope. Sorry for being such a hypocrite, to those who love me so much and make my life a wonderful voyage because of their presence in it. I owe the Indigo, Hippie and Pagan community more than that and those who love me no matter what, the debt that can never be repaid. As for my critics who criticize me no matter what I do, just because and my haters, who hate no matter what; You people may find a need for Venom Viagra because I am going to work on making one and all who take this course with me, our community and those I love, impotent. The first step in this is to begin cleaning house, while ignoring willful ignorance. We are also going to turn up the volume on the You Tube channel HSH, Jah-d of Gaia und yours truly have been putting together, Flopsterbisque. Jordan is very wise and wonderful. His life, kind heart, loving deeds, ethical ways, example and presence are worthy of respect, great love and he is far more worthy than I will ever be of this love that so many show us individually. Jah-d is a living sonnet to the heart of Mother Gaia and human-kind, a great soul with the deepest caring for others that I have ever known. My beloved partner, Jah-d, Prince of Gaia and elemental king-elect, has with that legendary heart of his, tried to help me to the doorway of new wisdom. Such a magnificent manifestation of all good things divine, in his human form, should be an inspiration to most very flawed and messed-up beings, those such as me. I have fought him out of fear long enough on his advice that I slow down, because my ego with regard to being able to out-due people half my age is overwhelming at times. No more "never stop dancing from sunset to sunrise and beyond." My own indulgence in the vanity some shaman must battle, because we can not maintain the physical prowess of our youth of accept the limitations of middle or even old age, was an ever-present lesson to me in fool's folly, folly that was not registering for this fool until now. Perhaps even my most hate-filled critics are, in part, correct in their inventory of me on some level but they do not seem to realize that you can teach an old dog new tricks and my partner is a great teacher. Teaching is the most noble of professions and I am done listening to the criticism of those who think one is a failure if they do not roll over and take it for life, as a team player for corporate America in order to acquire wealth and impress the neighbors, as they keep up with the Joneses, losing their conscience a soulful molecule at a time. When Jordan begins to put together more inventions, I have every reason to believe that our very gifted brother and friend will create his own corporation, based on his ethics, dreams and vision. Whatever he decides to do, he has my full support on. His happiness does count. We will be at CoSM this Saturday for the full moon and it looks as though we will have quite the little band of fellow artists, friends and family. I will be at CoSM on September 20th, to celebrate my birthday and CoSM's anniversary a little early. We may have something in the works involving "An Evening With The Gossamer Court" in November, to celebrate Jah-d's and Alex Grey's birthday, an evening of gratitude to CoSM, expressed by the best and the brightest of our artists and artists who are friends of The Gossamer Court. The presiding King will be Gaia and not myself, because my health will limit me for some time.. He will be advised and assisted but those of council rank and above, including myself, on any future GC events. It is time for my partner and greatest love to have the scepter, crown and responsibility of walking neither in front of, nor behind but beside our people. The pleasure will be all ours and those who discover what timber maketh the magnificent star child. In future, until further notice, I am only to be online for two hours a day. My body must rest between exercise, spiritual and physical. Should anyone require an audience with Faery King in New York, Jersey or places around the globe, such appointments will be made by and petitioners will be screened by Lady Heather, the king-elect Jah-d, unless it is in Boston, in which case Alex Palermo, long time friend of Faery King and proprietor of the Original Tremont Tearoom http://tremont-tearoom. com/welcome. html I am not pulling myself out of the picture all together but I am taking the good and loving advice of our friends. Much Love and happiness to one and all. Namaste, The Faery King http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=tZkd-4IRGBQ http://www. myspace. com/yust_the_faery_king http://www. youtube. com/user/flopsterbisque gossamer_court@yahoo.com if you would like to contribute to the efforts of the Gossamer Court monetarily, please email gossamer_court@yahoo.com with your name, email address, and how much you would like to contribute. the transaction will be through Paypal, and you do not need an account with them to do so. if you would like to become a monthly contributor, please let us know in the email. monthly contributors receive a private electronic publication highlighting all the things the Court has been involved in for the month, as well as information about our affiliates and other juicy tidbits. thank you for your love and support :) Art supplies, instruments, craft materials, film and other items including donations that will help with our purpose of helping the young to find their voice through art may be sent to; G.C. 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the Faery King video on mz. imani

The_Faery_King — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 17:17:51 GMT

just a little bit about what imani does... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTnDrlGs9bQ her site is http://www.consciouscollaborations.com Category: Nonprofits & Activism

Faery King on Masks, Armor, and Individuality - 8.8.08

The_Faery_King — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 06:22:20 GMT

“In this nine minute video HIH, The Faery King, speaks on the importance of the individual, the need for people to express and protect themselves spiritually, especially in the mundane world, through dress and a desire not be a bunch of conforming lemmings hurling themselves off of the cliffs, for the sake and comfort of puritan’s, fundamentalist religious conservatives and other paragons of a failed society. Look at those who hold tyranny in their eyes with courage and turn away from a world full of clones. Expressing yourselves through thought, word, deed and appearance are a few of the messages contained in this short video.” From tfk: Love others before they love you, To thine own self and the gods be true, I am the Faery King and I love all of you! (From Attila's Theme) The gods made each and everyone of us perfect through our souls. We are created in the image of The Divine and should act accordingly, living, not merely existing, in a state of love, kindness, compassion, as well as strength and ferocity! The video can be viewed through http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Q1eUAimrLI Namaste, The Faery King http://www.myspace.com/yust_the_faery_king "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." Confucius Nonprofits & Activism

Water Spirit and Ancestors (New Poem)

The_Faery_King — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:55:28 GMT

Water Spirit and Ancestors (Written Centerville Yacht Club 8.5.08) Dedicated To Charlie and Gisele Jones My partner, Jordan Andre De Liso's Grandparents Ceiling fans make whirling turns, Stirring memories, Mental etchings of my childhood come to pass, All around signs for soulful remembering, Of the great joy of the sea, first appreciated long ago, Veranda planks, salty breeze, White pillars of wood, Hanging gardens, Spectators sharing juleps and iced tea, Spirit of witness fills so blissfully, Rudder, boom and mizenmast, This, my watery love, to last, Hornpipe dancers of a future past, Some seafarer's into the tempest of Valhalla have passed, Finding peace after all the adventures with Davy Jones, Water, sunlight, shells, Mother Earth in sand, I praise the good and the bad of open sea and coastal lands, Reaching for the misty spray with wide open hands, The beauty of storms or fair winds and following seas, Make oceans of hope in this life, for me, The old flag pole clanks, Like a peaceful cacophony, Heard from over the banks, over the bay, To my Mother Goddess creator, Thank you for giving me sight to see this day, Children happy, laughing in my existence, Heaven is not some jeweled mansion, But a beach with rainbow tides for the gods, Where funny folk of this life, Old sea captains are never considered odd, Ah Poseidon, how my soul does love your dance, Because of your understanding punishment, This life by you through dreams, give dreamers a chance, There should never be time for the landlubber's laziness, With all your gifts to this watery planet, Walk a beach, sail the winds, With sand build things, catch your dinner, Swim and play with your friends, Messages in bottles do send, May the joy of water, for all, never end, Look those of your people in the eye, Even if by modern life you are blind, Hail multi-colored dusk's and twilight's smile, No time for useless piles of self-pity, As the angels cry happy tears, dance a ditty, Look to the one you love, Groom or Bride, in their eye, Let your soul rise, As what comes from builders of sandcastles, Is that which wants to come forth, the happy child, Sunset, moonlit sails on glass calm waters so rare, Raise glasses of Mead, rum and ale, For all the quiet and squall-filled there, Because from over the sea, Began the lives of families, Immigrants of the ages sailing, Discover dreams and new hope, Coming to life, learning to feel, And in once foreign ways, now cope, Bringing tradition and the new in together, Holy smoke, Lobster tails, Catching The Big One, For an old fisherman is finding the Holy Grail, May one's course in life due to Sirens, never fail, Clouds on the horizon on blue-lit illuminated night, Blind many to the fight's ahead, the struggle of life, When that night hang's peacefully bright, Because in the face of the calm and quiet, We never see our living gods starting new riots, Still, what bliss of lunar orbs, Ones past and ahead, had and have, much in store, Reflected well from rolling tides and cresting seas, Showing us who we really are, With coast, boat, company and garden, who needs a car? Take in the full and savory sky, Remember who you are, beacons, guiding lights, Always be your tribes pride, thoughtful and wise, From well plotted courses, may you never wane, May the lessons of other shipwrecks be your only pain, We are of much water from sea, You and me, love and heaven Divine, Look with love to yours and mine, Sing praises for the water sign, To swim naked in the ocean is to be dressed to the nines, Your spirits are great bliss, Hopefully you understand this message of time, Truth which the ancestors did find, Because of their sacrifices and lives, I like most, have mine. The Faery King 2008 "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." Confucius

Video, The Purpose Of The Gossamer Court

The_Faery_King — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 20:29:16 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZkd-4IRGBQ His Majesty is about healing through art, science, philosophy and spirituality. Please take a moment and check out this video. It may change your life for the better. NAMASTE, The Gossamer Court

the Faery King Recaps Starwood 2008

The_Faery_King — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 07:46:26 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TUjSteAi5w dont really need to explain this one... there will be more to follow on Dawn and Morgan as well as a few others. Namaste, fk jl/FK

Post Arrest Video Of The Faery King

The_Faery_King — Sat, 02 Aug 2008 04:28:43 GMT

the Arrest of the Faery King and His Knights - 8.1.08 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB6IylzpB1s I am not making excuses for our part in this but there is no excuse for the way that some of the police treated us, violated our sacred objects and left many of our possessions broken and unusable. An honorable man is an honorable man in uniform. A thug and a Barbarian who puts on a uniform remains so, while hiding behind a badge. Namaste, The Faery King

Our Arrest

The_Faery_King — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 21:39:57 GMT

Starwood was wonderful. Jordan, Austin, the entire Gossamer Court and I thank one and all who made this, sometimes wet event, blissful. There will be more of that later. I do not think the land was ready to let us go because Glitter had a flat. HP Heather had money challenges with the ATM on the way home and I had a heart attack in Busti, NY, a stone¢s throw away from Brushwood, watching the police drag and push their drug dog all over our car, as they violated our property, sacred objects included, broke Jordan¢s drum and wrecked some of Austin¢s signed artwork. The bad treatment of Jordan, Austin and this beautiful dog is what put me in the intensive care unit. Yes. They found a very minimal quantity of something after all of this. They wanted to charge me for having Nitro without a prescription label on the bottle.The whole story will be on Jordan's You Tube on Flopsterbisque channel later tonight. Fortunately, the higher ups in the police and court system, including a very fair prosecutor, largely with the help of a number of phone calls from various friends of The GC, saw the evil that had been done and wanted no part in pursuing the matter. We paid a small fine and returned home after our release. We Om-ed in the county jail when the corrections officers, bitter with what they considered the defeat in letting us go, were dragging their heals, in letting us out, with the court order I might add. The cell cracked four minutes after the OM began and they moved quickly to get us out. The chant seemed to scare the dickens out of them. OOPS! The three of us are no worse for wear and more enlightened by the experience. I had a long talk with the young inspector who was very understanding, even though he had to put cuffs on me, as they released me from the hospital. All is once again bliss in our Indigo house. We were put on the RX Bandits guest list last night because of Jordan¢s friendship with their manager and that was fun. With all this balancing out of the way, let the fun and beautiful magick begin. Be safe and careful in your journey. (Especially leaving festivals.) Love, The Faery King

The Faery King; What is an Indigo?

The_Faery_King — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:55:38 GMT

This is the most recent video sharing The Faery King's wisdom, Indigo, pagan and otherwise, weaving a web through thought provoking pondering and consideration, crafted to make citizens of those pesky red states, the ones with low scores on standardized testing, those who still believe George "W" Bush did not steal both elections, THINK! In the act of The Phaerex he often knocks on the door, as he comes on stage, imitating an Englishman speaking to his wife; "OMG Martha, it's that crazy hippie the Faery king, don't let him in or he will rearrange our furniture." The Faery King explains to the audience that it is his job to rearrange peoples furniture, in order to help with their quest in finding the supreme being as they live and eventually, as they grow to the end of wisdom, aging in gray to winter white, finding their way HOME. This Attila-like king, (And he gets hopping mad and scary when riled) made of the Gipsy fashion, with a fierce intellect, does challenge conventional thinking, moon's conformity and gives hypocrites seizures, when they attempt to judge those who love and think differently in his presence or through the media. This is one of many videos that The Faery King and his bound partner, Jah-d, will be producing on a regular basis. We hope that you will join His Majesty, The Faery King, founder of The Gossamer Court, an affiliation of spiritually inspired artists who are devoted to healing through art, for these short but informative segments that are about spirituality and making the world a better, and more beautiful place. The king is always advising free-spirits, good hearted folk and Indigo's to avoid organized religion that destroys, maims and kills, in the name of god. It's bad JuJu to do the wet and nasty work of an administration that fosters evil policies, in the name of greed, masked as patriotism. The young die for old men's vices. NAMASTE... Thank you for your attention and support. Just click on for the video: http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=khqQiUhWAS8

Please Help Us In Any Way You Can?

The_Faery_King — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 13:11:46 GMT

On behalf of my partner Jah-d, the elves, magical peeps, faeries and other astral creatures of the Gossamer Court, we wish to thank those who signed the petition calling that talking head, Kathy Lee Gifford, on her thoughtless remark about pagans. With all the outlets available for getting out the truth we need to seize the bull by the horns of "history yet to be" in order to stop prejudice and bigotry dead in its tracks. If the opposition to the Nazi's of pre-WWII Europe had the communications technology we now have, then in the twenties, thirties and forties, those lying weasels, driven like a hate-filled pestilence would not have been able to exterminate the best, brightest and spiritually free of that time with such ease. The same could be said of accused witches during the Burning Times. My bound partner, Jah-d and I are aware of the fear which resides in the heart of some of our siblings in the pagan, Indigo and alternative world, other places were free spirits wish to reside in quiet solitude, holding to the warmth and company of true family, chosen by heart and not blood.. Earthly paradise exists in the company of our own kind, making magick, movement, music and words, as we blend our healing energy with the elements. We Indigos wish to help humankind but not at the expense of persecution, in conjunction with a lack of mercy from the free-spirit murderers, who pollute the mundane world with fear and loathing. More often than not, the people who need our medicine and magick, in a world that constantly seeks to destroy are the perpetrators of our greatest pain. Should not heal others, with mysteries unraveled and discoveries made? Were the angelic class to do such a thing we would be no better than those who drip with hypocrisy. History has shown us that it is human nature validated by organized religion often seeks to destroy good things that might very well save humankind. Dynamite can keep human form or bones from being broken in the pursuit of the building material for marvelous things or it can break those things of value created by human minds, hands and energy. History shows us that people like to break other people's dishes. Sometimes the breakage is born of hateful and hostile words used as weapons like the black magick words of hate are designed to be. In the interest of self-preservation and survival, we of the magical, angelic, teaching, spiritual warrior and godly classes have a sacred obligation to teach people, not only survival, but how to thrive, heal and grow, while we hold the bridge up in order to keep evil out. Self defense is not a bad thing. It is a sacred obligation, as is diplomacy, humor and debate when one is trying to avoid an ass kicking. The way that Matthew Sheppard stories are supposed to end, is with the person being preyed upon by self-loathing murderers, kicking their asses, as a lesson and act of compassion. It is not our purpose to disturb harmony and tranquility where it exists but if we see great storms on the horizon it is our intention to stand and be counted, among the spiritual and magical warriors that we have been called to be, especially in the face of the more intolerant and danger soaked facets of human nature. This is the time of the shamanic magician and we need to get busy because hard times, the size of volcano holes, are in the middle of the road ahead. Learning the sacred arts of spiritual and magical community, self defense and bridge building is of paramount importance if we are to grow, heal and survive. Many of you want The Faery King to get out his big wand, in order to poof these things into existence for you. Real magick is, for the most part, an elemental alchemic mixture, with a base of your own blood, sweat and tears, excretions that come with hard work and from good intent, regardless of those pesky human odds. Defying the odds is truly a magical act and witnessing the extraordinary, authentic, miraculous and exceptional is most often an indication that you are barking up the right tree. As a part of our wedding vows, Jah-d and I have made a commitment to activism of a tribal, magical, environmental and spiritual nature. The two of us are teachers in need of all kinds of support. We are approaching our first anniversary, so the time to work the magick, from the foundation in place, is at hand. We must be very resilient and adaptable. With my blindness being one of those rotten little hang nails of life; we had to come up with another way of delivering the messages to the peeps. Looking at the success of the petition challenging Kathy Lee's remarks after Jah-d and I made the video and You Tubed it on http://www.youtube.com/user/flopsterbisque we realize that we do not have to lower ourselves to those Jerry Springer loving gutter standards some seem to accept with such ease. It is in the realm of this king's understanding that we can be feisty, even hopping mad and insulting but, for the most part, people who respond with wit, eloquence, grace and intelligence, to even the most lowly and loathsome of haters, are the ones with a voice that is heard from the wilderness. This is the hard to come by wisdom at the hands of great suffering that I teach my young Indigo traveling companions. If you have to get insulting make the hater look like the pathetic coward that all haters are because it takes guts and resilience to love your fellow man sometimes. The wisenheimers who advise us suggested that we do six to ten minute capsules and "Faery King, Elements of Magick", where we talk about all things magical in the true life experience and that which effect's the modern day magician on a regular, perhaps even scheduled, basis. It is my desire that all of the Indigo cloth be the noble knights that they have been and are meant to be. Thousand, upon thousands of sacred blue falcons, fly in the forest of unwanted isolation and needless suffering, unable to reach the highest mountains that they were meant to soar above, in order to raise the bar of the soul for all of mankind to aspire to. If people are so hell bent on disproving Darwin, especially these religious types, who wish to rule others when they cannot rule themselves, then they need to stop acting like to most violent, vile and territorial of primates. We, the Indigo, are the Knights of the New Round Table and we must be noble, fighting for that which is the right thing for a supposedly evolved, awakened mammal, with a soul, a conscience and a mind, to do. Animals, minus the using of cutlery and polished table manners, can be so much more civilized, intelligent and compassionate, than we, with our powerful whorehouse governments and pulpits ablaze with the deceit and hypocrisy. Jesus Christ is supposed to be the savior of mankind, a merciful god, a magician with a sense of community and a desire to spare humanity great suffering, not a murderer, whose very name in a holy war, is aligned with the forces of evil. If I voted for Jesus Christ in an election he would be the first socialist I ever voted for. Our fellow Indigos want a one hour podcast from me every month. All of you in the magical circle want me to get very healthy for the work ahead, especially my beloved Jah-d. Oh, alright, jeez! Each and every one of you has the ability to make good magick. All the answers reside in your heart and soul. I am Mama Bear to many and the greater part of that sacred, maternal obligation is to protect, serve you well and defend you, so you can grow healthy, learn and live in safety until you can crawl from the cave, to the mountain tops of bliss on your own, the place where the crystal children thrive. A part of this job given me is to prepare you for the hazards and dangers of the desert that life can be, taking you to where the treasure is buried, only to give you a shovel and some other tools. The job of the elders will be to explain to you how to keep what you find, growing healthy and happy, as you find the path home. Survival is merely a small part of this work. As for fire circle and magical fires that give birth to a beautiful alchemy; There are other shaman out there who are good, even great but as we all draw from the goddess, I think it is very important for male shaman to co- facilitate with women, (the women most often include the men to work with the sisterhood) I am talking participation in all aspects of the fire and a devotion and promise to work with all the other elements. We are supposed to be about uniting the male and female divine. We are supposed to be healers and teachers, students of the ascended masters. Those who have helped build the GC with myself and The Prince of Willows understand this. We have deliberately made this endeavor a matriarchy, as a form of balance in the magical world. Please help and support us the best you can, with the art supplies, cloth, musical instruments and other tools for holistic enterprise, like herbs that we use to create a better place of this world. We are about healing through art. We will accept your leftovers and broken beads collecting dust. If you are able to shake the money tree a bit when it blooms in your life, we will be most grateful. Thank you for your attention and time reading this. Namaste, The Faery King The Gossamer Court information is as follows; G.C.L. 199 Mass Avenue 214, Boston Ma 02115 gossamer_court@yahoo.com

Please Help Us As best you can

The_Faery_King — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 08:08:14 GMT

On behalf of my partner Jah-d, the elves, magical peeps, faeries and other astral creatures of the Gossamer Court, we wish to thank those who signed the petition calling that talking head, Kathy Lee Gifford, on her thoughtless remark about pagans. With all the outlets available for getting out the truth we need to seize the bull by the horns of "history yet to be" in order to stop prejudice and bigotry dead in its tracks. If the opposition to the Nazi's of pre-WWII Europe had the communications technology we now have, then in the twenties, thirties and forties, those lying weasels, driven like a hate-filled pestilence would not have been able to exterminate the best, brightest and spiritually free of that time with such ease. The same could be said of accused witches during the Burning Times. My bound partner, Jah-d and I are aware of the fear which resides in the heart of some of our siblings in the pagan, Indigo and alternative world, other places were free spirits wish to reside in quiet solitude, holding to the warmth and company of true family, chosen by heart and not blood.. Earthly paradise exists in the company of our own kind, making magick, movement, music and words, as we blend our healing energy with the elements. We Indigos wish to help humankind but not at the expense of persecution, in conjunction with a lack of mercy from the free-spirit murderers, who pollute the mundane world with fear and loathing. More often than not, the people who need our medicine and magick, in a world that constantly seeks to destroy are the perpetrators of our greatest pain. Should not heal others, with mysteries unraveled and discoveries made? Were the angelic class to do such a thing we would be no better than those who drip with hypocrisy. History has shown us that it is human nature validated by organized religion often seeks to destroy good things that might very well save humankind. Dynamite can keep human form or bones from being broken in the pursuit of the building material for marvelous things or it can break those things of value created by human minds, hands and energy. History shows us that people like to break other people's dishes. Sometimes the breakage is born of hateful and hostile words used as weapons like the black magick words of hate are designed to be. In the interest of self-preservation and survival, we of the magical, angelic, teaching, spiritual warrior and godly classes have a sacred obligation to teach people, not only survival, but how to thrive, heal and grow, while we hold the bridge up in order to keep evil out. Self defense is not a bad thing. It is a sacred obligation, as is diplomacy, humor and debate when one is trying to avoid an ass kicking. The way that Matthew Sheppard stories are supposed to end, is with the person being preyed upon by self-loathing murderers, kicking their asses, as a lesson and act of compassion. It is not our purpose to disturb harmony and tranquility where it exists but if we see great storms on the horizon it is our intention to stand and be counted, among the spiritual and magical warriors that we have been called to be, especially in the face of the more intolerant and danger soaked facets of human nature. This is the time of the shamanic magician and we need to get busy because hard times, the size of volcano holes, are in the middle of the road ahead. Learning the sacred arts of spiritual and magical community, self defense and bridge building is of paramount importance if we are to grow, heal and survive. Many of you want The Faery King to get out his big wand, in order to poof these things into existence for you. Real magick is, for the most part, an elemental alchemic mixture, with a base of your own blood, sweat and tears, excretions that come with hard work and from good intent, regardless of those pesky human odds. Defying the odds is truly a magical act and witnessing the extraordinary, authentic, miraculous and exceptional is most often an indication that you are barking up the right tree. As a part of our wedding vows, Jah-d and I have made a commitment to activism of a tribal, magical, environmental and spiritual nature. The two of us are teachers in need of all kinds of support. We are approaching our first anniversary, so the time to work the magick, from the foundation in place, is at hand. We must be very resilient and adaptable. With my blindness being one of those rotten little hang nails of life; we had to come up with another way of delivering the messages to the peeps. Looking at the success of the petition challenging Kathy Lee's remarks after Jah-d and I made the video and You Tubed it on http://www. youtube. com/user/flopsterbisq.. ue we realize that we do not have to lower ourselves to those Jerry Springer loving gutter standards some seem to accept with such ease. It is in the realm of this king's understanding that we can be feisty, even hopping mad and insulting but, for the most part, people who respond with wit, eloquence, grace and intelligence, to even the most lowly and loathsome of haters, are the ones with a voice that is heard from the wilderness. This is the hard to come by wisdom at the hands of great suffering that I teach my young Indigo traveling companions. If you have to get insulting make the hater look like the pathetic coward that all haters are because it takes guts and resilience to love your fellow man sometimes. The wisenheimers who advise us suggested that we do six to ten minute capsules and "Faery King, Elements of Magick", where we talk about all things magical in the true life experience and that which effect's the modern day magician on a regular, perhaps even scheduled, basis. It is my desire that all of the Indigo cloth be the noble knights that they have been and are meant to be. Thousand, upon thousands of sacred blue falcons, fly in the forest of unwanted isolation and needless suffering, unable to reach the highest mountains that they were meant to soar above, in order to raise the bar of the soul for all of mankind to aspire to. If people are so hell bent on disproving Darwin, especially these religious types, who wish to rule others when they cannot rule themselves, then they need to stop acting like to most violent, vile and territorial of primates. We, the Indigo, are the Knights of the New Round Table and we must be noble, fighting for that which is the right thing for a supposedly evolved, awakened mammal, with a soul, a conscience and a mind, to do. Animals, minus the using of cutlery and polished table manners, can be so much more civilized, intelligent and compassionate, than we, with our powerful whorehouse governments and pulpits ablaze with the deceit and hypocrisy. Jesus Christ is supposed to be the savior of mankind, a merciful god, a magician with a sense of community and a desire to spare humanity great suffering, not a murderer, whose very name in a holy war, is aligned with the forces of evil. If I voted for Jesus Christ in an election he would be the first socialist I ever voted for. Our fellow Indigos want a one hour podcast from me every month. All of you in the magical circle want me to get very healthy for the work ahead, especially my beloved Jah-d. Oh, alright, jeez! Each and every one of you has the ability to make good magick. All the answers reside in your heart and soul. I am Mama Bear to many and the greater part of that sacred, maternal obligation is to protect, serve you well and defend you, so you can grow healthy, learn and live in safety until you can crawl from the cave, to the mountain tops of bliss on your own, the place where the crystal children thrive. A part of this job given me is to prepare you for the hazards and dangers of the desert that life can be, taking you to where the treasure is buried, only to give you a shovel and some other tools. The job of the elders will be to explain to you how to keep what you find, growing healthy and happy, as you find the path home. Survival is merely a small part of this work. As for fire circle and magical fires that give birth to a beautiful alchemy; There are other shaman out there who are good, even great but as we all draw from the goddess, I think it is very important for male shaman to co-facilitate with women, (the women most often include the men to work with the sisterhood) I am talking participation in all aspects of the fire and a devotion and promise to work with all the other elements. We are supposed to be about uniting the male and female divine. We are supposed to be healers and teachers, students of the ascended masters. Those who have helped build the GC with myself and The Prince of Willows understand this. We have deliberately made this endeavor a matriarchy, as a form of balance in the magical world. Please help and support us the best you can, with the art supplies, cloth, musical instruments and other tools for holistic enterprise, like herbs that we use to create a better place of this world. We are about healing through art. We will accept your leftovers and broken beads collecting dust. If you are able to shake the money tree a bit when it blooms in your life, we will be most grateful. Thank you for your attention and time reading this. Namaste, The Faery King The Gossamer Court information is as follows; G.C.L. 199 Mass Avenue 214, Boston Ma 02115 gossamer_court@yahoo.com

Indigo Presence, A Starwood Villager’s Pride

The_Faery_King — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 06:37:31 GMT

Prince Jah-d of Gaia at his wedding to His Serene Highness, The Phaerex, July 23rd, 2007 Heartfelt Blessings, In that strange way of enchantment that belongs to me and mine, now we, within the ranks of The Gossamer Court and elsewhere, you are my siblings, elders and children, you the ancient and honorable along with the twenty-something Indigos and all others who travel in our company. Paraphrasing her sentiment, as Heart Protectress once observed and mused at CoSM Fire that they, we, are the personification of the beautiful, most gifted, spiritually and otherwise. Any outsiders who are fortunate enough to happen upon us, as we begin to heal the planet and it's inhabitants can not dispute the magick and beauty of who and what we are. You are my fellow Indigo's, the pioneers and those of the first and second wave, healers of mankind. In this world of ours, so special already, you my siblings, children and elders are sublime and your number is felt, beloved and cherished through the dark and light of the now, as well as the history yet to be. It might be like Dorothy and the Munchkins to the mundane but we are here to help, as we help Mother Earth heal. You gotta love the Lollipop Guild! Our appearance and ways might cause us problems in the mundane world, especially in the social structure with law enforcement because our ways are not societies and until the new Paradise for our kind can be established, we must endure them coming to us for help, when one of theirs is ailing and in need of our special kind of magick, only to have them turn their backs on us and do us great harm when we are held over the fire and the tyranny of the eyes because we are different. In the end, they will need us more than we need them. Be gracious and kind-hearted in the victory to come. "My naches" (Pronounced knockus = a Yiddish word for a type of parental pride, of a nature that one draws from their children and grandchildren, is that of a Mama Bears.) We have just had word that a fair number of the artist's caste, including several mask-makers of the Gossamer Court will be joining us this year at Brushwood in Upstate New York. It will be their first Starwood. They have been waiting for Jordan and others close to Us, to get this king healthy, so he might partake of the art activities discussed for so long. Our retreat with mz imani at Soulfire had me climbing in the barn like a portly Hanuman. Those fires of hers are very magical. The Faery King has grown some hips in light of a displaced desire for sugar, created by the absence of alcohol, eating instead, so I recognize how funny witnessing a matronly me must have looked swinging like a monkey in the rafters. Every moment of my life, every breath these days has a value to me of the rarest and most precious stones, real treasure, because of das kinder, (the Indigo children), the healing energy and the magick we have been working. I am with you always, in this life and that which is to come. Upon meeting my husband and watching him work on a kinetic sculpture while talking about his drums and Starwood, one friend remarked to another that Jah-d (Jordan) is not an isolated incident, that most of the Indigo's in our orbit these days are just so gifted, often in that special place, where the right and left hemisphere of brain and soul meet. We have our gifts from the guff and as long we are unhindered in our work, the gloves never need come off. In middle age I am disposed to be merciful and more in touch with the wiser side of my nature. It should be pointed out that the twenty-something's of our tribe, for the most part are the children of pagans and other free thinkers, good pagan and free spirited parents. At our best, we are a wonder to behold. At our worst we are Columbine and this only occurs when others try the chains of oppression with our kind. As far as we are concerned the mother's and father's of Starwood are some of the most exceptional parents in this world and I am so proud to walk in your company. Wise and tempered hands must prevail with bringing to adulthood the Indigo inheritors of tomorrow. As it does take a village to raise decent ethical and creative human beings, thinkers, tinkers, musicians, scientists, dancers and artists, this village on the outskirts of Shangri-La known as Starwood, as those In Spirit know no age, in this magical world, with the legacy of our children that make, and shall continue to make the world a better place, as guardians to their development we must try to help them form better than we. If this is not giving all one has, then what is? Take care with bringing the youngest of our kind to knowledge too quickly, as their childhood is to be cherished and protected. Deal harshly, swiftly and with fairness, those who violate our women, children, elders and those who can not stand up to the world for whatever reason, but please be just, even when faced with those who would not be with us.. May the goddess bless each and every one of you who bring such boundless love to this community of hopes, dreams and magick. I love the spirit of Mother Starwood and the Goddess that no language, save that of the heart, may speak. Namaste, The Faery King Beacon of the Indigo

Raquy' Danziger's Messenger of the Month, July 2008:(http://www.raquy.com)

The_Faery_King — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:17:38 GMT

Jordan André Hronec-De Liso (jah-d) Jordan André Hronec-De Liso (jah-d) was born in Santa Clara, CA, but grew up in northern New Jersey until he went to Tufts School of Engineering a few miles outside of Boston. He and Raquy met at the Starwood Festival in July of 2007. Though Jordan had been playing a drum kit on and off for 15+ years and got into hand percussion a few years before that, he was fascinated by this new style of drumming, to which he was previously unexposed. Jordan attending one of Raquy's drum workshops at the festival and was immediately hooked on the beautiful simplicity of the dumbek and the fact that it was so responsive to very technical finger movements. Jordan had a chance to jam with Raquy and the Cavemen a few times at the festival and was instantly hooked on these beautiful musicians who were truly real people. Jordan made it to a few of Raquy's private lessons after that, and Raquy was incredibly generous and lent him one of her old dumbeks to practice on. He was able to further his knowledge of the dumbek a bit more after attending one of Raquy's retreats in the winter of 2007, where he also assisted Chef Rami in the kitchen. Jordan has apparently been seen at Alex Grey's CoSM gallery with Raquy's blue drum playing alongside Steve Booke at various events, although he is currently in the process of giving the blue drum a makeover at Raquy's request, since metalwork happens to be something he loves to do. Jordan has been involved in a handful of different music projects, mainly because of both a love for improvisation and an appreciation of many different styles of music. He was in a rock band his last year of college called theMark, with whom he helped arrange and record two songs: "Giant Fish in Bear Suits" and "The Dreaded Rake of the Boose Meaver" that can be found on that site. They are still not finished being mixed unfortunately because their singer, Paul Farris, was killed last year in a car accident because of someone being chased by the Massachusetts state police. Please feel free to download the live sets from shows we played (I would suggest the last on from the Middle East Club in Cambridge, MA). Jordan also has a love for cheap vinyl records and instruments, and this has translated into some very strange compositions and jam sessions. Jordan will generally perform under the pseudonym Dr. Miaoux (pronounced "meow"), but also gets down with Port Au Bella. He is also involved musically with one of his friends from high school, Meetu Chilana, a fantastically talented singer, of whom you can see a video here of a jam with Jordan playing the cajón. Jordan is currently taking a stab at creating a full length album of continuous music of his own creation. Hopefully it will be done by the end of the year… Jordan also has a small DIY production company as well that is still getting its feet wet, but definitely check out negative infinity productions, and if you want to see some of his musical/kinetic sculptures, be sure to swing by FlopSuey Studios. Finally, if you dig visuals, Jordan's YouTube page has videos of some of his sculptures, as well as some thoughtful words from his loving partner, Gust (pronounced "yoost"), the Faery King. Please feel free to contact Jordan via email: flopsuey@gmail.com OR Dr. Miaoux..: http://www.myspace.com/doctormiaoux FlopSuey Studios http://www.myspace.com/flopsuey THE MARK http://www.myspace.com/themark negative infinity productions http://www.myspace.com/nipros flop on tribe http://people.tribe.net/flopsuey You Tube Projects http://www.youtube.com/user/flopsterbisque

Metamorphisis Ritual Of The Gossamer Court (Revised For Starwood)

The_Faery_King — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:18:55 GMT

You will not find this on your schedule because Gossamer Court rituals of this kind, like the alchemic feast of the Phaerex and Moon Dance are often spontaneous, done with little preparation. This is done because it makes for a more authentic experience. This ritual is not in the ACE guide. We are going to do our best not to have it at a time that is in major conflict with any of the entertainment acts. Going through Faery King's magical notes it is obvious he speaks a very angelic language to his pen so please pardon me if I make a mistake on the Angeleese translation while transcribing some of this. The silk clad vagabond has an open door policy to all with good intent who wish to partake in The Metamorphosis Ritual. The change in this ritual was inspired by one of the great points of light in the lives of His Majesty, the Faery King and Jah-d, Prince of Gaia. Such inspiration for both came in the form of their very gifted shaman, mz imani. The new form has been developed and adapted to create magick for one and all to benefit from, with a primary focus on the very universal organism that is The Gossamer Court. This is for those who wish to take a dynamic step toward more Self-improvement. This variation in ritual is meant to rise to the standard set by mz imani for the greatest good while honoring the traditions set forth by Faery King, Ryan, Prince of Willows and Her Eminence, Lady Heather, High Priestess of the Gossamer Court. It is my understanding that the king asked Glitter P*ssy, Lady Jester of The Gossamer Court, to be presiding priestess over the actual ritual with Prince Lucky, Lady Heather, Pharaoh Coco, Lady Ro, Princess Kussina, Prince Jah-d and Faery King, among others of the GC. This is going to take place sometime after dusk, maybe after the fire show at the roundhouse on Friday night. The info will be posted and announced. Our fire mandala is also an accelerator (ahem) of modest speed that will be available to paint and draw on until the end of the festival then it is going up in a heavenly puff on Saturday. We will not interrupt the regular traffic of the fire either night. There is no need to be in the way of the wheel of souls. While it is not a long ritual there is need for some preparation and time for making of the masks. We are flexible regarding arrangements and time for ritual depending on how many want to share in the experience. People ask the Faery King to rock it with them all the time. Now is the time to make that magick, study, discuss and teach. <?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O />.... We need to find a spot to work in that will accommodate all of us on Wednesday for a couple of hours to construct the masks, then again on Thursday for painting them. This information will be posted at Ivan's Dome and The Gossamer Ghetto. That is our camp which will be near the radio station. Their Highnesses Jah-d, Prince of Gaia and Faery King with other affiliates of our Gossamer Court will provide some of the casting materials, yarn, brushes and paints for the making of the masks. We encourage any and all in especially in the GC to contribute a supply, loan a tool or brush to the process. With the Phaerex health issues tapping badly needed strength, Jah-d and FK have had it tough financially during their first year of marriage but they are good scavenging collectors for the GC, wasting very little of what is found and obtained, which includes food and flowers sometimes through the Indigo practice of dumpstering. They do have enough supplies for about ten masks at present. They are working on obtaining more materials. The masks are made right on the individuals face, contouring with the cast material that doctors use to hold set bones in place. IF YOU WISH TO USE SOME OTHER BASE MASK, MANY BLESSINGS. Go for it. This is not a purist ritual. A good magician should use what they've got and make it work..... The idea is to decorate the masks in a way that projects the re-creation you intend. These tape strips are made wet then applied one at a time to the face as we work on that intent. Some people have a problem putting petroleum products like Vaseline on their faces. .... Whatever goo you choose has to be something that allows the mask to be taken off with ease but won't slip off. Those who are sensitive to petrol products might want to try oil or some sort of shortening to keep the casting tape from sticking. We will provide some moist disposable towels for when the mask is removed. The casting material does hold quickly and once the mask is made it takes about 14 -24 hours to dry for painting and stringing. We should have a few people to help those with the construction of the masks. We appreciate art guides and teachers in the ghetto. The Faery King would like to suggest that with large masks of great detail which might obstruct sight that people step in and offer an arm at the round house especially. The Gossamer Court will have a community chest at Ivan's and near the main altar of the ghetto for donations of art supplies, sage and the ingredients for Prince Oz'es Blend, which is frankincense, myrrh and abramelon. Please just look for a box with Ravi the GC pink elephant if you have broken bead chains, ribbon, half a jar of paint or glue etc..... A few pieces of fire wood for Ivan's dome from a few people would be a blessing. Thanks to Jo, Ivan and the elves who maintain the dome, we have an independently provided community space. Any help for The Squid Lounge is most appreciated. For those who are on tight budgets bring a song or a poem, yourselves, a chant etc. If anyone has things kicking around that the kids can use for artistic enterprise that are not getting used, please bring it to the box. In doing so you will bring the magick of creativity to the children we work with, wherever we are and to our collaborative rituals. A part of the discipline Yust and others have been creating is frowning at waste. Barter becomes more and more common place. We use "the blend" and Florida Water for most high magick ceremonies of The GC. The water or sage is for cleansing and the fragrant incense is to give our work of intent wings. If you do not have the time or inclination to make a mask and wish a bit of magick, we will have a set up of some sort of canvass at the Gossamer Ghetto. .... This magical work in the form of mandala is for people to use as a sort of wish stone where you can give away some of the pain through etching (Faery King stresses the importance of wishing something good and special for another being (without telling them) and then you wish for yourself.) .... One exception to this is that we are not going to have fertility magick because as Yust said, he values breathing. A direct quote of his is "da wimmin's would not be amused. I would get a kind of magical iron maiden applied to me. Nope, no baby stuff with that many ovaries gathered. This is beyond an OOPS." His rituals are like a flower bed in springtime. .... Trips or quads anyone?.... Please contribute some little etching or doodle to the fire mandala, as you pass by the Gossamer Ghetto. The work will go up with the goddess fire. HSH the Prince and His Majesty will provide what supplies they can, as they will both be springing for ingredients so that the kids can make silly putty and other fun things. Jah-d is a science teacher and HSH the prince wishes to make an offering of some of his teaching gifts to the children this year. While the masks are being made, painted and dried Faery King and Glitter P*ssy will talk about intent woven into the process and the alchemy involved with recreating one's self, putting down that which is unhealthy or counter-productive..... IE "I am Max, Solar Boy to my people. I recreate myself to be a better listener for them. May I beam with love for all that is sacred and beautiful. May I stop rolling over and falling asleep before my mate gets his or her fortune cookie.".... This is much more fun than the visualization we used to do for this. We would sometimes get silly with describing what we are wearing in the visual. Faery King is a freak, a big one..... Wearing your beautiful mask, you begin to feel and manifest the magick you are making in the company of other magi. Keep intent and specificity alive!.... The censor begins to release the fragrant smoke of heavens breath to rise with the prayers into the universe. More of the prayer ties and some magical offerings will now follow. .... We would appreciate some help with the prayer ties too. You do not have to be a member of The Gossamer Court to join us. That would be very un-GC. We are not a religion but we are very Masonic in nature with some of our magical mischief. .... We are not all Indigos but all Indigos are welcome. His Majesty is not consuming the dark medicine of the booze faery. He is present for you guys and the tribe as a whole. Glitter has been a good sober example since last Starwood and we are all very proud of her. Jah-d is vigilant about paper training the king on why he should not be indulging. I quit in October of last year except for two or three times and it feels great. Yust has struggled but he is OK around the un-sloppy. People may carry beverage in camp with us but we do ask people to work on not being disheveled. .... The Prince of Gaia loves the Faery King enough to say no and Faery King loves his husband enough to pay attention to a message put to him that is purest truth. Jordan is a good magician himself. When they do healing magick Yin/Yang it is very powerful. They want to share what they learn with the tribe. They have plenty of time to play, visit and make magick this Starwood. As presiding priestess for this ritual, Glitter will bear witness to the words of the masked, work the energy at the fire and present the prayer ties to the goddess with Lady Heather and His Majesty assisting her. The king does not want "newbie's" to do their first three O's alone after recreating themselves so please step in if that wand has a little age on it. Make a new friend. As the officially recognized High Shaman of The Gossamer Court, mz imani, would say; "The world needs our medicine and magick." It so does need her, with the gifts and talent she brings forth. Jah-d (A Crystal Child) and Yust (A First Wave Indigo) have devoted themselves to each other and to the higher purpose of helping others to find their philosophical, scientific, magical and artistic inner voice. With the magical in numbers, Glitter, Heather, Kussina, Logan and the rest, Hang Ten Dude, Let's clean house then make magick..... Unfortunately mz imani will not be attending Starwood this year. The GC loves her and she will be missed. Both she and our HP Lady Heather have brought such light and magick to our dream. Most of the Soulfire crew has been with her much longer than Yust. Your input and participation is most welcome and appreciated. .... Let us continue The Great Work. We affiliates of The GC hope that our gift to the festival is well received and worthy of the beautiful soul of Starwood. Please come and share in the magick of healing through art with the magicians and shaman of The Gossamer Court. .... We love you Starwood! Blessed Be, Solar Boy, Prince of Rays....

the Faery King - on Kathy Lee Gifford (a video warning) - 6.30.08

The_Faery_King — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 19:58:58 GMT

There has been something, in its extremes, that has been growing like a virus in this country. Comments like one made by Kathy Lee are very dangerous and this is why. Namaste, The Faery King http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2ZgwWiOZik

Get Ready To Feel Good, Pacifika

The_Faery_King — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 15:24:49 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1oabHQWCoE Pacifika Style: Latin Joined: March 25, 2006 Last Sign In: 3 weeks ago Videos Watched: 45 Subscribers: 47 Channel Views: 3,499 Pacifika is the multi-talented Silvana Kane, a Peruvian born singer, re-formed pop sensation (West End Girls), and accomplished actress with a love of flamenco, electronica, and textured percussion; Adam Popowitz a Canadian bred guitarist adept at new wave, classical, and pop, and a skilled producer responsible for a catalogue that includes indie rock and Armenian folk music; and Toby Peter, a dub wise bassist born in Canada and raised in Barbados, explorer of jazz, hip-hop, Latin, metal and Caribbean grooves. Together the Vancouver based trio is making a new kind of global pop, music that nods to its diverse international influences, while forging its own unique voice. Jazz infused and Latin tinged, marked by gently flowing melodies, deep grooves, waves of cracking percussion and the occasional burst of exhilarating guitar noise, Pacifika's comfortable, complex sound defies categories, creating soothing soundscapes held together by Kane's smooth, intimate vocals. Record Label: Six Degrees Records Label Type: Independent Band Members: Silvana Kane, Adam Popowitz, Toby Peter Website URL: http://www.pacifikaonline.com

SACRED SOULFIRE-MARYLAND THURSDAY JULY 3RD-SUNDAY JULY 6TH, 2008

The_Faery_King — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 08:08:27 GMT

mz imani playing her Hang Drum Let's do it! People ask me all the time about the fires I like and benefit from. Most of the fires I truly feel are the ones presided over by a magnificent shaman we all know as mz imani. She does indeed rock the Kasbah, with her energy and zest for Spirit This is a camp out you do not want to miss. Most of you serious drummers are in the Belt Way . Come on! Lets do a few O’s in preparation for the future. Jordan and I will both be there. The elemental alchemy of Soulfire is mz. imani's take on the alchemical fire. Having worked with her on a number of occasions; I have grown to, respect, love and adore her. The Sacred Soulfire Community is one that ripples light, energy and great vibes! I have sent out several invitations and, with no answer, so this goes on the blog. It would be nice to know especially who from The Gossamer Court will be attending. The place is Maryland and it is my understanding that this is a great place to heal and grow. Here are links for details; http://consciouscollaborations.com/SSF/ssf2008mdmain/ssfcalling http://www.consciouscollaborations.com/ Namaste, The Faery King

A Good Remember When

The_Faery_King — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 10:28:53 GMT

Listen to your prophets, Mystic and sage, Read the sacred texts, Find your own way, But never forget that others wrote into the page of the loving and Divine, In most, There Is truth, As Any Who Love Shall Find, Never proclaim falsely, Follow your soul, The spirit within is not to be controlled, As we work, that truth unfolds, Give not into anger, Or foolish pride, From your convictions May your soul, never Hide, Am I the fool or the wise man, The Thief Of Hearts, A King so grand, No my friends, I am just human, One who believes, And always seeks, The joy of spirit, Growth from planted seeds, But one who does dare to care, Without imposing my convictions on others to bear, I see what I see and say what I see, It's called living with ethics and integrity, Dont spoon feed me false morality, I know how the books were written, A writer who sees the malice of men, Take those shoes off, If you want to hear my take on the where and when, But you must ask this of me, And your beliefs I do defend, Because I am an American, tried and true, One who blazes from the heart in fiery hues, Many mistakes are made by me, I am not always the prettiest fruit, On the family tree, But I do try to be, the best that I can be, I will kiss a man on the lips, Caress a woman's warm breast, Remember I pine for a maternal nest, One found with the Goddess and God, In a world that can be so ugly to cause distress, Perhaps it is to some, a thought so odd, I shall no longer repress my understanding of truth at anothers bequest It is all I have, If my arrogance does show, Please pardon me. It come from a life of pain, not understanding what is insane, Without real soul, the spirit is nude, And wet tomb cold, I do not say this to be rude, And I am not so young as one might think. But a babe in the woods, Often misunderstood and attacked, For being just as I should, Sometimes it seems like the whole world smokes crack, I am a warm and loving Being, One who cries at this world I am seeing, Where people will kill instead of love, This is not from Christ Or The Buddha, From within or above, I am only a witness to all my senses gage, And I will not rewrite the page that is mine, The joy of love and friends, In this life, You see God does reside, within, To not live this life given, is the greatest sin, Within one book, angels can't have it, It's God's gift to man, Spare me the six pack news, From your pulpits that even give those faithful the blues, Seek from within and without that which is true, Be happy, healthy and loving my friends, For one day this gift does end, And if we do it right, in the end, We become a good remember when....

Making Of The Masterpiece

The_Faery_King — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 10:12:37 GMT

Be a river to your people. Bask in the beauty of breaking dawn and setting sun. Bathe in the moonlight. Walk with and against the wind. Drink of the twilight. Make love under the stars. Dance naked and scream of the pain of this life from the mountaintops, as you let the darkness of the night sky wrap you up in a cosmic blanket. Hold those you love as close as you can, while you move and make magic around the fire. Hold the dying stranger in your arms because none of us should ascend alone. Let the drum beat in, beating into circle with your heart of hearts. Take the image of your lover, all of their form, with eyes closed, with your fingertips, so your touch becomes as your ears and nose, never forgetting them. Dive into the sea as though you are still a child, unafraid, immortal and invincible, because the spirit need not fear, as we never truly die. Walk barefoot in the sands of time and leap to the clouds. Be as parents to all the living creatures not born in human form, for they have the sacred essence. Bless the trees that sustain life. Bless those who have come before you, so that you may have breath, vision, sight, taste, touch and a lifelong rhapsody of blissful music that only you hear, playing in your ears. Let your spirit always hear the laughter of the child. Bless all who come after you, for in their lives, history and The Great Work continue. Bless the angels that love, heal, guide, serve and inspire the gods and humanity. Thank the god's and goddesses of your heart, the one's that speak to your better self. Light a candle for the agony your loved ones undergo. Revere Mother Gaia, for she is both bosom and cradle to life. Live, love, dance, play, sing and suffer your bliss well, embracing passion, honoring the beauty that comes from within each and everyone of us, bridging your connection with all living creatures, breathing in the magnificence of the infinite universe, while drawing from the well of The Sacred Divine, as you make your "Being" the work of transcendental art that it was meant to be. While good works, in the eyes of some, may not get one into the kingdom of heaven; when humanity walks together in love, harmony and peace, working for the greater good, bringing miracles to life through creative pursuits, we can turn this life into an earthly paradise, as we grow in spirit and feel the sublime kiss of transcendental bliss. NAMASTE Yust The Faery King, Copyright 2006 Letters of the Ecstatic Maestro "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." Robert A. Heinlen, Stranger In A Strange Land ...

The Greatest Fire

The_Faery_King — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 10:10:38 GMT

Most everything I do is about the Indigo's The final draft of the greatest fire can only be dedicated to: The Lady Heather, Oracle/High Priestess of The Gossamer Court 2006 The greatest fire that burns within us, is the one of spiritual truth. It can not be put out with winds of self-loathing, shame or the waters of misery. The quicksand of the false earth can not smother me, especially coming in the form of a sanctimonious and suffocating dogma, one that attempts to kill that spirit. Be true to your soul and you shall be as a torch light to the hearts of those much loved, a lantern for them upon a sea of bliss. You will brighten the lives of those around you, filling their heart with the warmth of love. Turn from the energy of those who use such terms as lost, damned or who judge you for being true to your heart, as you exercise free will. Be wary of those who tell you that they have the only answers, the only way, as there are many doors to the same place. That kind of thinking can be as a death star to hope, dreams and the spirit. I do not care if it is a magician, shaman, minister, pastor, rabbi, imam or priest; if you are hearing something that does not ring true to your spirit, then leave it by the wayside, as spiritual dishonesty will avail you nothing save a crisis of spirit. You must be right in your ethics. We have much to learn from others, even those who despise us. One of Martin Luther King's prayers was that God might give him the gift of being able to see himself through his enemies eyes. This is not to say walk out on all you disagree with. A broken watch is right twice a day. Evaluate but do not sell out. Seekers will all find themselves in the same place at the end of this journey, as we return to The Divine Well, if they remain true to who they are, as divine beings, humans of divine essence. This is the paradise spoken of in great books. The keys to the mind of God rest in many sacred texts, science, philosophy, from all over the planet, as truth is truth. In some cases we work with one another, not being of the same path, yet we are a harmonious balance of separate truths, as diverse in many respects as the different stars flickering in the night sky. The is unity through our diversity in this world. While evangelical or fundamentalist Christians, like the ones who have had a stranglehold on this country, preach of a free will that they try to set policy that would take it away. Many in power do not really believe in anything but see this form of religion as a way to keep the masses in line, regardless of how harmful this is. Rome under Constantine was no different. Like the football player types in vestments standing before many congregations, the ones who will shy away from the predictions of Nostradamous, until it suits them that step on anything they do not agree with in this land of the free and home of the brave. The suspension of liberty under any circumstances is very un-American. Book burning is not a part of the Bill of Rights. This type of thing is done truly by those foreign to America. They attempt to extinguish knowledge, wisdom and enlightened thought. They are a most vile kind of hypocrite because they know better and do not care. They are the Socio-paths of the soul. People tell me it is worse in Islam like that is supposed to excuse it in the country my Papa laid down his life for. Take pity on some because they can not shake the shackles of this conformist society. They deny love in their actions in order to serve the true Satan of greed and power. While the world does not look upon the murderous policies of this government with favor or understanding, they do respect the spirit of America, which is why so many leave everything behind in order to be here. I personally witnessed an exodus in the South China Sea, assisting in the rescue of 93 boat people fleeing Southeast Asia, during my time in the US Navy. It has been pointed out that I, from time to time, wear a blue turban, the sign of an anti-Christ. According to Nostradamous this is how he will appear. These modern Pharisees have further corrupted this Quatrain to interpret that Muslims, by nature are evil. In fact everyone that disagrees with them is against god. If I am to be considered a Satan to those dogs of war, who export government sanctioned terror to the world, then it is an honor to wear that crown. Rumi, one of the greatest and most loving philosophers who ever lived, was Muslim. They have a rich tradition that some times falls victim to their own narrow-minded fundamentalist. Once again it is that tiny small-minded corps of fundamentalists, the ones who subjugate women, legislate love, burn books and try to impose their beliefs on others, while throwing blankets aimed to suffocate the human spirit, that are the true evil-doers in this world. I am not anti-Christ, Jew or Muslim at all, but anti-anything which hinders the expansion of consciousness. Were here for a reason, divine in nature. It is not to be hindered by the ambition of the petty little self, but to be embraced and explored on behalf of the great Self, the soul within. Magick on behalf of healing and the tribe is not wicked, but necessary for connection, in conjunction with prayer, shamanic practice, meditation, and the acts of love and good works for the benefit of all. If I have been hard on Christians because of my own baggage, then I am sorry for this. Many of them, even if quiet in their support of the elevation of the human spirit, have something great to say in this life. They are for the most part, seeking out the divine through their practices and judge no one for theirs, because they are true to the spirit of Christ. A true Christian does not judge. It is because I have brushed wings with the evil of this fundamentalist way of thinking, this dogma of despair, which is as a contagious disease, that I have suffered much. The very idea of one suffering in a state of self-loathing agony, guilt and shame because they think that God expects this of them, is particularly wounding to my heart, as I hate to see needless suffering in the name of the Divine. To those who seek to be pure in heart, to love others as they love themselves, embracing the responsibility of free will, I am grateful to share this experience of life with you. It is unlikely I will ever go to church with you but it is always an honor to break bread with you and pray for the same things the spirit within all of us needs. I am passionate in my love of The Gods, The Goddess, Angels and The Divine Flow. How dare these concubines of despair say that what I believe is false. You know that if Christ turned up Catholic or Jewish or in any other religious group, appearing in another human incarnation, those lovely evangelical types, the ones who mutter Kike bastard, greedy Jew, would hang him on the cross all over again. Of course we hear celebrities of the same conservative stripe doing the same thing. (God is punishing Israel because it seeks to make peace with the Arabs, is one of my least favorite remarks from this type of pestilent being. Robertson and Foulwell both need their asses kicked big-time!!!!) This is their savior, Jesus Christ, Gods most chosen, the Highest of All, King of Kings. They deny who and what he was and is. They deny the fact that he was a Jew, a very dark-skinned one at that, unless you corner them. The true Christ was a hippie, a magician, a non-conformist, a radical and a revolutionary. He did not wear polyester and he damn sure would not hurl bombs! This kind of religious despotism may seem unpleasant now. If left unchecked the pain shall be overwhelming because fundamentalism with the purpose of subjugation is the Hydra of Evil, the multi-headed serpent of despair. It is a form of religious slavery. Being true to yourself is the greatest weapon you have in battling this philosophy designed to take away your free will. Be true to yourselves my friends. Be free and emancipated from the shackles of the intolerant, the haters and those who presume to chain you with their own limited idea of what the divine is about. Live and love well! Rise from the shame and ashes of despair rained up you, and shine with the fury of a supernova in the night sky. Shine that love. Let it embrace all those that love you and those you love, with the quiet or not so quiet prayer that this will ripple outward. As the Roman soldier of their disguised hatred slaps you upon the face and scourges you for being true, rise above it. Rise to your feet! The soul may never be imprisoned unless one wills it to be so. Do not be as lambs in fighting it, but as compassionate lions, roaring your heart-song to the world, in the face of this disgrace. Fight by being true to you! In the words of my late Buddhist Master; Sometimes the most compassionate thing you can do is to kick someone's ass. Do it without violence. Do it with love and you will be the greatest warrior, the one of wit. Nothing pisses people of this mind-set than the exercise of free will , which rings true to others. As we approach the Solstice and I burn sage, frankincense and myrrh upon the Elemental Altar of Protection. I pray from my heart that all shall come to know the fire of spiritual truth, embracing the journey of the seeker, healing all around them, as they discover the Breath Of The Divine within them. NAMASTE, Yust The Faery King

The Writer's Curse

The_Faery_King — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 10:07:07 GMT

My lovely mother Medusa is so evil, I am never certain which she deserved more, having a poet for a child or a taxi driver. The Faery King Standing alone on a gas lit street, Wondering about the next soul I will meet, with Red cobblestones under my feet, The shadows of Brownstones, old homes that give off a special scent, A strange messege from a time gone by... is present, How many before me have walked this way?, How many artists, as I do now, have stopped and prayed?' for better times, when people paid, for works of the inspired heart, brought to light each day, Tis the artists path, we know of no other way, There was a time not long ago, when true feelings could not be shown, fearing the tryranny of the eyes, So long now have I laughed and cried, over what I felt I had to hide, even under cover of moonless night, artistic cowardice does not feel right, demons of fear and despair, this writer fights, Sitting in the prison chair, Not bathing, shaving or combing my hair, My bladder swelling, from being held tight, pain in my back the mind does fight, as sanity begins to crack.. The writers fugue lasts for hours and days, This poet has gone for weeks without the Sun's rays, warming a body with a Blue hot mind, agony and bliss intertwined, Reaching for a butt, coffee, pills, letting the cat jump off of the window sill, maybe down some liquor, and this curs-ed pen will move quicker, then I can chase that feline pest, and bring him back to this confining nest, where writer weaves words into prose, the poor thing wants some love I suppose, and is off elsewhere to find what he needs, a kitty hooker perhaps for company, Hopefully she doesn't have a social disease, My God, it's like giving birth, cold pizza, warm beer does create such girth, run or walk, some other day, for my God-given talent, I now must pay, The poet knows no other way, Once the piece is done, the minute is won, sickness overtakes me, my body hurts some, and now the buzz wears off, Oh Gee, more fun, Withdrawal... the real pain has begun, Yes our work is to channel pain, making sense sometimes of what is insane, On this let me be plain, The path we take is no mistake, as the hand writes, the body quakes, and we give into the passion of creative desire, the process alone is burning White fire, How did I learn to harness the flow, dealing with such pain as I'd go and go, How have I survived?, only God knows, It is not easy being strapped to the written page, ask philosopher, poet or sage, One secrets eludes me though, I want to know, what is it that drives my soul, NO WONDER FEW WRITERS GROW TO BE OLD! YUST 2003

two faery king videos iraq and gay marriage

The_Faery_King — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 00:01:12 GMT

Faery King on Gay Marriage http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gi2lyPmM0yk Faery King on the war in Iraq http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=od4iu03oSh8