to whom it may concern: independence day

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sunset moon

how it ought to be, if not how it is:
how it feels is more important than how it looks
is it real? There is nothing else for it to be
I do not acknowledge your authority
but neither do I challenge it
the power imbalance between us
makes that wise

to whom it may concern, i claim the rights to my own flesh
to whom it may concern, I claim the rights to my own name
to whom it may concern, I claim the rights to my own story
to whom it may concern, i claim the right to my own self

how it will and must be, if we are to survive
is opening hearts and trusting all else that is alive
how it feels matters more than how it seems
is it real? of course, and so are we
there is no need nor reason for authority
lay down your laws, and learn how to divine
the truth that makes us wise

to whom it may concern, my flesh is not your business
to whom it may concern, my life is not your business
to whom it may concern, my travels are not your business
to whom it may concern, my feelings are not your business

be a little bit crazy, and a little bit amazing
and a little bit in love with your whole life
you’ll make mistakes it’s guaranteed but that doesn’t
change your basic needs, become your own authority
To every question, there is an answer, but the story
never ends, and who cares if you’re wise?

to whom it may concern, I declare my independence day
to whom it may concern, it is here and now, today
to whom it may concern, I declare myself a sovereign state
to whom it may concern, act now, before it is too late

 

for every truth

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For every truth, there is an equal and opposite truth;
every truth is faced by a scurvy awful lie
which from its own point of view is just a truth denied
the happier you become the more push needs come to shove
the more hatred in your heart, the more all you need is love
all those fantasies of heaven, all that rush to rise above
as if our flesh was trash, but we’re made from dust of stars

it’s time to end this holy war, accept what we are all here for
which is love, sweet love. We evolved face front
with spreading arms, our skin is bare and sensitive,
So stand where you stand and be where you be
a dandelion, a star, it’s easy to be free
when you forget to regret your sinning and your shame
it’s a lie, there is no sin, no shame, no blame

We are fey and free, spirits of the lake and tree
evolution is slow, changes timeless, and the world was
peaceful longer than it was violent. We are multiplied,
we are slow dancing with every stream of consciousness,
each inside the other, sisters and brothers,
how to move through space in such a shape?

I’m not the problem, nor are you, we all know that they’re the ones who
have brought us to this grim conclusion, their story has no happy ending,
there’s always mastery and slavery and war and self-defending, and
love that needs pretending and bounty hunters swooping from the sky
invaders from the fringe probe us in our reptile brains

Who are they who made the rules, who watch and judge and call us fools?
they are ghosts who guard the past in its image of perfection
they pull our strings and push our buttons and avoid detection

Everyone is fey, it is the truth,
though it starts to fade as fades our youth
for we have killers in our brains
slavemasters, with whips and chains
we’re trying to escape into our dreams
but there is no way away from times like these

… oh you know god loves us like we love our selves,

which makes a lot of sense to me about Hell

and now, a word from our sponsor

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There can be said to be a beginning and end when one chooses a particular point of time and calls it ‘the beginning, and another point ‘the end’. After adding on an expanding labyrinth of reasons, meanings, rules, expectations, laws and judgments about the nature of time, the nature of humanity and the right place of human consciousness, yes, then it becomes possible to imagine that one ‘will end’.

But I exist eternally in the present. Those points in time referred to as ‘beginning’ and ‘end’ are visible to me; I experience them both as happening, in my eternal presence. On one of my hands of awareness, I Am beginning, coming to birth and awakening for the first time. On another hand, I am dying, expiring my last breath and surrendering to a great unknown. Yet when seen from the perspective of the center, from My perspective, the essence that dies in the so-called ‘ending place’ merely returns to the beginning and re-enters life (manifestation) with a great rush of inspiration so that things may change again, as they always and ever do.

Change is eternal, this present moment is eternal, forever in every imaginable dimension, including time when one becomes aware of how many dimensions time itself contains. There are many directions and fractal infolding moments of eternity available to you in the sunshine filled center of your own beings. On these gentle planes of consciousness, your wills have been resting and recuperating since I took them in, in that past dark moment which you hold outside of all the rest of your times, when you pushed them away. Continue reading →

let your body go

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You can think about what you want
to make a happy you
but don’t go thinking about
what to say or think or do

You can make up your reality
like you’re making up a play
like your imagination 
is the only way

When you try to plan ahead 
each step and every word
you’re controlling creativity
and that is just absurd

Just picture what you want
and then just let it be
there’s no need to stress or strain
learn to relax your brain

I am a creature of the planet

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Back to the stated purpose of this blog… being a phoenix

Part of me is frantic, buzzing with activity.
Part of me is stuck in stillness, disturbed and unready
Part of me so hungry so damn tired of waiting
and the rest of me just wants to be let to sleep
stop thinking, start drinking, be happy so sappy

It’s okay to let the sleeping parts dream
It’s all right to let the frightened parts scream
they’re part of a story that you made up long ago
and if you don’t remember, that’s no excuse,
(‘ignorance of the law is no excuse’)

 

No use to blame your mother, blame your sister, blame your brother
no use to blame any one at all, everybody’s stalled for the lack of
the same fuel, we used it up together, we are innocent, we are fools
it’s called responsibility, it’s called, responsibility,
it calls and I respond, if I can

You should be equal to me, baby, that’s how we belong
only equal are we free, and we’re all right, and we’re all wrong
and I don’t know why we’re doing it this-a way
who stole our power, take it back, just got to say

I am a creature of the planet, I am not a homo sapien,
I reject the homo sapien way

I am letting the soft animal of my body love the things it loves

 

The New Person

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It’s been a while since I wrote fiction; when this offered itself, I couldn’t say no. This might start a series… the characters feel strong… so nice to make stuff up again!

This qualifies as a fairy tale, or perhaps magic realism.

The New Person

“Sweetheart, Mommy is going to have a baby.”

Joey looked up. “A baby? Like Rachelle’s?” She didn’t like Rachelle’s baby. It was loud and messy, but everybody cooed and oohed and ahed over it.

“Yes, like Tiffany, except he’ll be a little boy. You’re going to have a baby brother.”

Joey pointed her eyes at the window and pretended to look. Her face felt frozen. Her mom was curled on the couch beside Daddy, book set aside for the moment. Mommy’s face looked soft and open. It made Joey feel a little better to see. She felt oddly mad at Mommy, though, so she looked at Daddy instead of returning Mommy’s smile.

“Is a baby a good thing, Daddy?”

“Sure it is,” her father smiled, scooping her into his arms and squeezing tight. “Mommy and me are WOW excited and so is everybody else, just like when you came into the world. You wouldn’t believe how excited we were! It was crazy! ” She held her hand over her mouth but giggled anyway. “Really? You knew I was coming?”

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new song: Wanna Bee

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note: I’ve started a new blog for metaphysics… this is still my place for songs, poems and whatever.

Wanna Bee

I was named for the actress of the day
I was always an extra in the play
I thought I was dreamin,’
inside I was screamin’
And all around me, I heard people say

Hey Debbie, hey Debbie
–no, I don’t mean you
there’s always a Debbie
there’s nothin’ special ’bout you

But what about me, when am I gonna be?
This dream can’t be true, what do I do?
– Here’s what I did

I moved to an island in the strait
I gave my name as Phoenix
tried to change my fate
There’s something in a name
I was born again
And all around me, I heard people say

Hey Phoenix, yeah Phoenix
I’ve heard about her
but no one knows Phoenix
just a mythical bird

Well what about me? When am I gonna be?
This dream is real, I know what I feel
– I wanna be…

I moved from my island to the town
took a baby step, then I fell right down
confusion was the cause, about who I was
and all around, I imagined people say

Hey wannabe, you wannabe
who do you think you are
Hey wannabe, you wannabe
don’t expect to get far

Well what about you, don’t you wanna be too?
This dream might be real, how do you feel
do you wanna be
do you wanna be free?

Now I live between islands, stretching wide
In between, devotion and destiny collide
Time for another change, identity rearrange,
And this time, it will be my turn to say

I am a Bee, I am a Bee
I’m a buzz in your ear
Oh finally, I am a Bee
ain’t no strangers round here
It’s only me, me and the bees,
oh honey so sweet, I am complete
me and the bees
come buzzin’ with me

song lyric: Savior Now

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Here’s a new song lyric…

a different perspectiveSavior Now

It was a dark and stormy night when i met Jesus
there was a Capricorn conjunction in the sky
the moon was new, but I felt old, went out walking in the cold
well the tide was low, and oh, so was I
I spied him with my eyes, white robed with golden hair
I curled my lip, I put him in his place
said, “Jesus was a black haired Jew, I will not believe in you,”
and his water eyes ran streaming down his face

He said,
You must be the savior now,
you must be the savior now
My time is gone, I taught them how, but they forgot it anyhow
that earth’s alive, there is no sin, the kingdom lives inside your skin
and you must be the savior now (2x)

he said, this form of light is what you see now
they burned my bones and cast the ash to sea
they killed me on that cross, I could not sustain the loss,
whatever rose to heaven wasn’t me
Now my atoms have dispersed to everywhere
dissolved into the earth, into the water and the air
you breathe me with each breath, and you feed upon my flesh
and that alone explains how much you care

And you must be the savior now
You must be the savior now
no matter what your choice may be, there is no escaping me
the Heart of All lives in your skin, your world can heal and you can win
if you will be the savior now (2x)

a strand of light sprang from his heart straight into mine
and I watched it spread a web all round the earth
and though it was so long ago, I remember it just so
the feeling was as real as birth
I thought I must be crazy, who sees Jesus?
I packaged up the memory of that day
I locked it, threw the key away, but it grew inside me anyway
and makes me feel so strange to hear him say

you must be the savior now
you must be the savior now
Jesus Christ was born again, he’s in the stuff of everything
he’s in your heart, and in theirs too, there is no enemy, just you
and you must be the savior now

You must be the savior now
You must be the savior now
he came to seed the earth with light, he came to die, but not take flight
and now he whispers from inside, the voice of love and peace and pride
saying, I will be the savior now
I will be the savior now
and we can be the savior now

Bee Wolf Ray
Samhain 2010

Aries Blue Moon revisited

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i see youAh, the Aries Blue Moon gathering on Friday night… it was a lovely time, as it turned out. Sweet rather than worldshaking, connective rather than shattering. If we’re evolving, Aries is the place it will show first. And to me, it did. Cardinal fire equals initiation of the spirit. Initiation can be deeply profound, but it needn’t be traumatic.

This Moon was very soft and deep, occurring in the 12th house, locally (Vancouver Island).

I myself (appropriate to use that wording now!) experienced a number of soft, sweet Arian breakthroughs.

One, the aforementioned full moon circle, which is the first of its kind that I have facilitated. It won’t be the last; there’s a full moon every month, and I mean to make this an ongoing space to create community.

Two, Events by Karmic Design, the new venture I’m participating in, back of Winds of Change. Many exciting connections being made!

Three, a dream I had that night. Before sleeping, I requested a revealing dream, one that would show the way to my primary path opening before me now. In Aries, it should be obvious. A big ‘duh’ in fact.
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canada day 2010: shame, shame, shame

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123 / 365Oh Canada Day, my heart is aching and I feel the exact opposite of proud to be Canadian. The horror stories about the behavior of the police toward the people at the G20 keep flooding in and every one gets worse. Video, eye witness accounts, photos. And then I hear the Toronto Police Chief on the radio, pompously justifying the police actions because of the handful of so-called ‘Black Bloc Terrorists’ and their heinous behavior. Not a word, not a hint of apology or admission of any overkill or wrongdoing. I couldn’t believe it, not after what has happened. Do they really think we’re that stupid?

Apparently they do. The police were conspicious by their absence when it came to the vandals. They were allowed (encouraged? Helped?) to smash windows in the downtown financial district and to burn police cars. There was not a hint of police presence or interference in these activities.

How many of these black-clad terrorists were actually undercover police officers? It seems likely that some of them were. This has now become a time honoured police tactic: dress up like the bad guys, do bad guy stuff even if there are no real bad guys around who want to do it in order to get the bystanders fired up and into a mob mentality in order to justify the massive police crackdown that they’ve spent so much money on making possible.

It’s called incitement to riot, wait isn’t that against the law? Ah, you see, the police are allowed to break the law in order to encourage people to break the law so that they can arrest them. It all makes such perfect sense.
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