I’ve timed it to release right around the time of the Capricorn Full Moon (call it an induced labour), because I, astrologer that I am, really like the chart for this Full Moon. My li’l baby website might just grow up to be something really special with a chart like this.

Yeah yeah, I know. It’s just a website. But it’s mine, it’s been a long time coming and I’m as pleased as any new mom.

So with all due “Ta-Daah’s” and “Huzzahs”, and without further ado, here it is!

Cheers and blessings to you all, and to me too
Bee

With Mars in Gemini, I require an outlet for that brash, brazen, ballsy voice. Gemini is duality; two public identities. I also hold space for my more deeply considered material, my quietly serious voice, which hasn’t felt quite at home here. When I began this blog it was called ‘Truth is a Crazy Poet,’ and that energy has never shifted. I do like it. It’s part of what I am.

In fact, I love it. Just try to make me stop!

But the truth is, it’s not what I really need to be presenting to folk as a reason to trust me with their hearts, which is what my particular line of work mandates.

I’m not going to hide this part of me away. The blog will still be here at this domain, easily accessible, and my facebook friends will see it. I’ll still post my rants, rah rahs, rhapsodies and riffs along with photographic art.

But! It won’t be the address on my business cards or brochure anymore! That’s a small shift, but it might have big consequences. For starters, it’s a big difference in first impressions, which matter.

Tomorrow is the Full Moon in Capricorn. The Moon will be tightly conjunct Pluto. There will be a massive Grand Cross. Every planet in the zodiac is engaged right now. We’re in the middle of the Cardinal Climax. Our time is up! Choose or lose. What really matters to you?

Tomorrow a window opens. This is my way of jumping through. Big changes can start with small actions that carry great significance. Changing my name was one. Preparing and publishing my new website is another.

Separating my distinct voices into their correct channels feel like the perfect thing to do now.

So, I’m webcited!

More tomorrow. No photos tonight; I’m busy.

What are you doing for the Grand Cross / Full Moon tomorrow?

Then yesterday, Scott Tribe asked if I wanted to add this site to the ProgBlog community, and I hesitated at first, because this tends to be a rather relentlessly personal and navel-gazing blog (well, mostly; I do write stuff like this, too). I do, however, think of myself as a progressive sort, doing my part by living my life according to my principles and writing about it here.

I’m a photographer / artist / singer-songwriter / card reader / astrologer / writer and this blog is the container into (out of?) which I spill everything; I can’t really categorize myself well. On the Political Compass, I am firmly lodged way down in the lower left hand quadrant (below where Gandhi is). I’m a leftie-libertarian, which I count as ‘progressive’ though of course, if you don’t fit in that quadrant, you’re likely to disagree.

What is progressiveness? I suspect that ultimately we’re all coming toward the same central truth from our own positions in the spectral sphere, and that therefore progress is going to look different according to our individual starting places.

“Everything is true, from its point of view,” one of my song lyrics, sums up my belief system about that. So how can we argue, really? Yet, still, we each are a voice in the wilderness, crying to be heard, and I’m peeping my baby bird hunger as much as anybody there. I want to hear others, too; oh if only I could be paid to read stuff on the net I would be rich.

Some history: I was born and raised in logging camps and rough rural villages in the wilderness of north central BC and didn’t get socialized very well as a result.

My manners are atrocious, though I do try to be appropriate as much as I am able, lacking the proper training but having good instincts. I am well liked by those who like me, and strongly disliked by those who don’t, alas for the littleme who wants everybody to like me!

I have long shaggy hair, I wear no makeup except on special occasions, and I don’t shave anywhere. I like to take photos of myself and turn them into art, as you can see here. Clicking on any photo will take you to my flickr page, where the captions can be seen and you can get a closer look.

In addition to the things I name above, I’m a mystic, visionary, poet, and general weirdo. I rather like being weird, and have claimed the term for my own; it protects me from accusations of same. (Conversation from yesterday: “Does this look weird on me?” “You always look weird.” “Oh, thank you!”)

So (as per Scott’s suggestion), here’s my intro to the ProgBlogging community; I’m not sure I quite belong here, not being particularly political in my writing, though I do care, and I write from a desire to change the world in whatever small way I can.

Welcome to ProgBlog readers, do look around and make yourselves at home; I look forward to exploring more of what you all have to offer too.

Note: if you want to hear my music, you can check out my myspace or reverbnation pages as well as the downloads on this site. Best quality sound is on the reverbnation page; other recordings vary from rough to extremely rough. You can also check out the treerootsrevolution.com download page for the older but more polished (ie studio recordings) songs from the band I was in with Peter Cloud Panjoyah and Seamas Manly.

I’m working on that, folks, my apologies for any befuzzlement. Like a Phoenix from the ashes, this website will be reborn, surprisingly, when the time is right (ie, when I have the time and some freedom from the beautiful heat).

What I do is unique, and it’s about who I am as much as it is what I do. I am a passionate devotee of Gaia, Earth Mama, this blessed bountiful bowl of pleasure which gives us source and sustenance, herself product of the marriage of Spirit and Mat(t)er. It’s why I call this page ‘Spreading the Gaia Word.’ I speak the Word for Gaia, as best as I am able.

And this page is about more than that too. I will have more to say about it as soon as I can get a break from the daily business of my life to sit down and decide what it is.

What is it that I do? I read cards. I painted them. They’re cool. I pair them up with a very special deck of other cards. They go really wonderfully together.

It’s loads of fun, informative and fascinating too. And sometimes tears flow (normally not mine), which is to be expected and in my books, a very good thing. Tears want to flow! Celebrate the sacred tear! It waters the tree of life.

I read astrology charts. I’m good at it. I’ve done it for a long time, longer than I’ve been Phoenix.

I teach and study astrology, the language of the spheres, the music of the collective psyche. I love it. I’m passionate about it. I write songs. I sing them. And I take pictures of myself and everything else and I mix them up to make art, some of the results of which can be seen here (and, as always, click on any image to be taken to a larger version on my flickr page, where you can read the commentary). And you can even buy prints, imagine that!

I am love. I live love. I love life.

I want to do it all, to have a career that includes all the facets of my giftieness. That’s what makes me enflamed. I sink a bit when I don’t do it. That’s why I want to sell what I do. I have a living to make. But I’d do it anyway.

If I could afford to, I’d pay to get to do what I charge to do, and that doesn’t seem quite fair, but so far, the truth is, I’m just getting by.

Oh, and I’m not quite exactly human; my friends tell me that. They mean it in the best way, I’m sure. I grew up in the wilderness; I have fae blood, and I suppose it shows.

I’m so pleased to meet you! Sit down, browse the archives, click on the pictures. We’ll talk more soon. Thank you for coming!

Please pardon the wank post; I’m trying to figure out a plugin that will let me post photos from my flickr account directly from the blog editor. And I think I’ve done it, finally, after much twiddling and hair-pulling. Don’t look at the time I posted this. It lies.

Oh, wait. It doesn’t even show the time posted. Nevermind.

The photo? Oh yeah. It’s the self-portrait from the 9th. Here in Chemainus the sidewalks have yellow painted footprints to show you where to go to see murals. And in this one spot, the footprint paths diverge,. What to do? Feels like my life right now. And there’s no way to predict which pathway will lead to what.

“These feet have lived in darkness, hear their cries for light and air
These feet are coming out to breathe, these feet are quite a pair
There’s a way to live each day in balance so complete
Yeah I’ve found my path to freedom lies in following my feet” – (from  ‘Pheet‘)

Also, there is a brief tribute at the bottom to Billy Little, a renowned Hornby Island poet and what my Mom would call a ‘real character’ (she always meant it in the most complimentary way).

It’s a hard thing, but I’ve decided to let go of this forum. It’s coming up to two years since I left Hornby and it’s finally sunk in that I don’t live here anymore, though I continue to visit and love the place. I have family here; I can’t go too far. Still, my finger has left the pulse of the Hornby community. As a result of my own (and others’) lack of participation, this place been pretty quiet for a long time. Perhaps a new person can step into the breach, if there is still a need for this forum, and bring it back to life.

WoMb will continue to exist at this same address, so people like Peter and other registered contributors may well continue to post to it. I very much hope so, in fact; please feel free to check back. It may come back to life. I will need somebody to take over the moderator job, because without a moderator, the site will be inundated with spam articles and comments. Not good. I still regularly delete comments from various penis-enlargement and diet drug sites that would (if comments weren’t being moderated) be posted. Moderator? Anyone? Peter?

I’ll be posting content that I would have previously posted to WoMb on my own blog / website at “Spreading the Gaia Word” which is where my webly energy has been going lately. Maybe I’ll see y’all there.

It’s been awesome and I’m really sorry to be releasing this space. It was a hard decision, but it feels right. I do dearly hope somebody will see fit to take it on and restore some vibrancy here. Still, maybe it’s not even necessary anymore.

There’s lots of interesting stuff in the archives; there have been some dramas enacted here which might be historically intriguing to some. In fact, the original site still exists and there’s quite a lot in those archives as well.

One final note… I am shocked and saddened at the passing of Zonko / Billy Little. He, as much as anyone, has defined Hornby for me since I first moved to the island. I’ve had many interactions with him over the years as a performing poet and co-participant with him in many events and gatherings. While never one of my intimate friends, he was definitely in my tribe and the hole he left is palpable and painful, even from here.

I saw Billy briefly the last time I was on the island and he definitely wasn’t looking good. He was a great soul, and his poem ‘This Kiss’ remains one of my all-time favourites. I would love a copy of it.

There will be a gathering for Billy at Joe King on February 14th; if the fates allow, maybe I’ll come for a visit at that time. I would like to be a part of that. If so, perhaps I will see you there.

Ciao, all.

Ah, February. Where I live, it is the portentous time, month of promise, sunshine and early flowers, an opening hand reaching from a beautiful dream that we then wake from in March. February’s fragile promise breaks in that foul stormy pain in the ass month.

But it’s still February, dammit. Sweet dreams are made of these. Valentine’s Day, yes. Love is in the air, and here on the coast, little flowers are already protruding from the soil. I’m having the strange sense lately as my presence on the interweb grows that I am somehow growing too, growing virtual tentacles that literally extend out into the e-thers.

(Woo, woo, I know… hee hee. I like allowing my woo wooness free rein, because it scares the right sort of people.)

Wait! I’m in Crisis mode here. I started this blog to get my red lights flashing. Not ‘woo, woo’, but ‘SOS’. Heelllp!!

Sudden midstream topic switch. February’s dreams have been pre-empted by premature March fears as drear Pluto in Capricorn bites reality, prompting panicky cat-tail-lashings instead of happy puppy wags. Sorry bout that.

I wrote the following letter tonight:

Hola beautiful music/dance/drum deities, I’m reaching out a gentle virtual tentacle to see if the two of you have returned and might perhaps be ready to avail yourselves of an awesomely awesome astrological experience with me at some point soon (ideally before the dance journeys return)?

And also, if you would please pass the word about your circles that you know an awesomely awesome astrologer in desperate need of work and that now is the time if ever! Before she starves to death! Yes!

Hahaha… really I do need to generate some business so I’m asking my friends and clients alike to (only when opportune and appropriate, of course) Spread the Gaia Word.

I’m also offering a new service that you folks might also be interested in. There’s information on the website which I’ve just created: ‘Computer Help For Newbies’.

I would be totally high on gratitude if either or each of you could possibly pass the URL on to your networks (or to anybody you think might be interested in such a service).

Phew! Thank you! And thank you to the universe for the huge influx of business which I am about to receive, tee hee.

To say I’m looking forward to the return of the dance journeys is kind of like saying I’m looking forward to spring, or to being born. It’s been a long dark cold one and I’m ready to make the journey through the birth canal… oh yes.

Yikes! Life is crazy!

But I have faith. It’s opening up in amazing and downright portentous ways. I’ll see you all soon, I hope, and I hope you’re all having amazing and precious journeys wherever you are.

Blessings and blisses,
phee

There, so now you know. If you feel moved to, would you, could you, help me spread the word? You might think of it as literally spreading the Gaia word, because that is what I do in my work: the astrology / dreamwalk / singing / writing part, anyway; the computer help, not so much. Still, I’m good at it, and it can make me some bucks.

Maybe it’s time for the word to be spread: for Gaia’s word to go viral. Here I am, coming out of the soil, protruding, poking my lil face toward spring, opening to a new kind of light, a new spring of hope, opening my lil mouth and screaming for help.

“Help! Let me help you!”

and oh, ps: If there’s nothing I have that you want, but you like this blog or my photos or writings and find what I’m doing somehow cool and interesting, I happily and with gushy gratitude (or grateful silence, should you prefer) accept your kind donations through PayPal. And there’s now a button in the sidebar.

I’ll help by continuing to make this site (and my other related sites, linked in the sidebar) as varied and interesting as possible.

Cats are magical creatures. I’m just saying, because at the moment I have one wrapped around my lap (not precisely on it), purring madly and doing her best to rub her entire body against all of my exposed surfaces, including my fingers as they type. She’s succeeding, too. It’s annoying yet (this is the magical bit) endearing as hell.

She just shoved her entire face into my nostril. Thought you might enjoy that image.

Onward to my blog entry of the day, or rather, the past several days. If you want to see a picture of the cat, see my last blog entry. Otherwise, you’ll have to settle for this shot of me in front of the house. That’s my bedroom window up there.

There’s a thrift shop in this town; the last time I was there I found the find of the year so far! Maybe even last year too! Yes! It’s a gorgeous cut-work velvet scarf that is so lush and elegant it makes me happy just to think about. See, I’m not so very hard to make happy.

This cat is crossing the boundary from endearing into seriously annoying and is beginning to trigger desires (which I allow myself to feel, if not act on) to toss her out that same bedroom window, which at the moment is located directly behind me. Yaahh!!

There, she settled into my lap. Goood kitty. Now she’s peacefully combing my hair with her claws. Oh, yes. That’s nice.

In the next shot, I indulge my images of greatness, kind of like where you take a picture of Mount Rushmore with your head in one of the presidents’ positions. Here I am in the Chemainus mural! You know the one–it’s the famous one on all the billboards and promotional material. My head is occupying the central position.

One day, this town will be famous cuzza ME [insert maniacal laughter here].

Sorry. It’s the influence of this cat. She’s a fey, strange and dark creature with a large, assertive presence. I’m quite certain she deems herself to be the absolute ruler of the world, and I’m not convinced she’s wrong about that.

In fact, I’d wager she stopped annoying me purely out of regal graciousness and not because I intimidated her into it.

Last and definitely least, here’s today’s self-portrait: me hunched over the computer screen. The look on my face says it all. Yep, that’s how I feel. Whatever. It’s Sunday, and Sunday has always felt like a throw-away day.

However, the good news is, my new website is up and running! You can find it at newbiehelp.earthmatrix.net. I’ll be promo-ing it some more soon. It’s perfect timing, because Mercury has recently ended its retrograde period. It is not considered wise to launch new ventures that involve communications and technology while Mercury is retrograde.

Check it out, all. Tell your friends in the area. I’ll be putting some helpie-type content up there soon, too. I just now finished creating the masthead image. Kinda cool, no?

Actually, I’ll probably be still fiddling with it quite a bit. So maybe the announcement is premature. Bear with me…

[Yawn] I’m staying up way too late tonight, creating a new website called ‘Computer Help For Newbies.’ (Stay tuned, I’m bound to bore you with the details soon enough.)

I was inspired by having gotten up early this morning to meet with a computer help client and finding out that, get this, nobody else is doing this. And also by Cathy’s comment. I will post something on the forum as soon as my site is up and running–and I’m already pretty close. Turbo charged.

As for exactly what ‘this’ is, you’ll find out soon. But it seems to be an open market for me. So that’s exciting, rather.

The crux of all this at the moment is, it’s now 4 am and I got up at 8:30 this morning. What am I, nuts?

I’ll leave you enjoy the last couple of days’ self-portraits… this last one should be clicked on and viewed large (click on the ‘all sizes’ button above the photo in the flickr page). I’m pleased with the swirly tiny red lines. They should be seen.

Must… Sleep…
Now…

g’night all.

My current cunning plan is to use the momentum of the venerable tradition of New Year’s resolutions to get this body in motion (in more ways than one, I hope, but more about that later) and trust that inertia will be enough to keep it going. This I resolve: I intend to return to my former free flowing and prolifically poetical ramblings on this blog.

It seems that, somehow, putting this web address on my business cards caused me to take it way too seriously. I began to feel shy about revealing new strangeness here, but strangeness is me and I am returning to my roots. I do have a business website after all, it’s a perfectly good domain and website, found at http://earthmatrix.net, and the other side of my New Year’s resolution plan is to get that site updated and enlivened.

This particular site is meant to be an avenue for me to wear my various hats, not just the one in which I’m trying to generate clientele (musical, astrological or other) and being all wise and serious about it.

‘Me’ is the name of this domain. Here is where I traditionally hold forth on all kinds of subjects, emotional, philosophical, political and poetical (as a glance through the archives makes clear), and I am once again returning to my blogular roots and releasing concern for the commercial consequences of my verbal expressions.

I’m a writer, a poet, a philosopher of the strange, a photographer, an artist, in addition to what I do for money. I now reclaim this space as a venue through which my variosities may freely express. I also make up words.

I now declare for the separation of my business and personal identities; they don’t fit under a single umbrella, really. I get tight, tense and self-censor when I try to craft a persona that may or may not attract or repel a potential client. I project my own issues on the question of whether some stranger ‘out there’ will be off-put by some turn of phrase or overly self-revealing post. Self-revealing is what I’m about, and with apologies to those who prefer drier reading material, please do feel free to forego the pleasure of reading this blog. You know I love you anyway.

That’s all for today, folks, but I will be posting here. Every single day. That’s my resolution, for what it’s worth. Enjoy, those of you who have missed my ramblings here. And thanks for letting me know.