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wormtooth nation. the new addiction.

episode three

krishna ringtones eh? has a nice ring to it.

this just in...

tonight the pixies of pixies arrived back into Houston. Juliett Jade has graced us with her presence after a seven month stint abroad. don't get too comfy, she'll be leaving again soon. perhaps to wisk off back to Turkey and re-join her blue eyed "boyfriend" in his cowboy cave or pick sun ripened grapes by the kilo or finish her studies at Mystery School in Italy. for now though, we are eager and joyful to be in her midst. there is a large fete in the works at the end of May (making up for the lack of New Year festivities months prior) in honour of JJ's arrival and Miss. Prekerrious's departure on to new and more exciting adventures. (think: vernacularly mastered evites from jade, amazing buffet tables of raw edible delights, goji berry juice in fancy glasses, all the freaks Houston can muster up as well as those who consider themselves on the less freaky side, madd spinning poi and fire streaks in the night sky, unpredictable sights and sounds. drums? amazingly random playlists? karaoke into the wee hours of the morn?)

we sat on Kerry's plush bed tonight, doting on Jade. massaging her hands and feet, feeding her fresh fruit and calling upon the Goddess cards. she recited some of the many tales of her latest journeys and told us each about our Turkish boyfriends. Jade declares that the young blue eyed fruit farmer, named Timur, who sells figs and nuts from his roadside stand and wears a tall, red fez (with style) is waiting for me eagerly. his cousin, Ahmet, ardently awaits Kerry's arrival. and Ankah, perhaps, the hot air ballon driver that she met at the "Fat Boy" bar in town. a trip to Turkey is in the works. figs, after all,  are my favorite fruit.

there's a small tribe of pixies, faeries and elves in Houston. we work magic and heal. we hold the space for the city and keep the Vortex lively. it's gettin' hip down here!

more from the famous Jade:

http://jadecreation.wordpress.com/

think.

facebook

there are many reasons we should be questioning this and other sites. what are the motives? who is really overseeing the data that we put on the internet? facebook, myspace, blogsites.....it's all there.

"By all means be selfish; the right way. Wish yourself well, labour at what is good for you. Destroy all that stands between you and happiness. Be all; love all; be happy; make happy. No happiness is greater."

"Fear and greed cause the misuse of the mind. The right use of mind is in the service of love, of life, of truth, of beauty."

"If you imagine yourself as separate from the the world, the world will appear as separate from you and you will experience desire and fear. I do not see the world as separate from me and so there is nothing for me to desire, or fear."

"Were I very rich, what difference would it make? I am what I am. What else can I be? I am neither rich nor poor, I am myself."

"Knowledge gives power. In practice it is very simple. To control yourself, know yourself."

"There is no chaos in the world, except the chaos which your mind creates."

-Nisargadatta Maharaj

mosquitos, death and other things.

viral warfare is back. in fact, it never left. forget MK ultra. forget dropping balloons of virus infected mosquitos on African American neighborhoods. forget about spraying unsuspecting citizens on the New Jersey Turnpike with unknown viruses as they drive to work everyday. forget it. 

we live in a toxic world. one in which there is a disregard for life. all life. 

all life. including my own. i live in Babylon. in case i had recently forgotten.

with that toxic fog spewing out of it's spout, the truck slowly drives down each street again and again spraying a fine mist of toxic chemies that apparently kills mosquitos- and anything else that might get in its way. they call it the Bug Truck. there is something about the low drone of the Death Truck (as i properly refer to it), a haunting hum really, that sends me to pasts lives of mine where i was in the gas chambers knowing it was all coming to an end. really soon. other fatal memories collide with that one and then things get hazy. i choke. i am trapped in fear and mental chaos. government retaliation and distrust are thrown into the mix. these are not sweet, pastoral memories. 

you never know when it will come. they don't tell you. how convenient. 

tonight as i was walking with my dogs, that all too familiar sound approached. i panicked. clearly we were going to get sprayed. walking down the street. unknown, unidentified chemicals sprayed on us. all in the name of killing mosquitos. that is bad enough. but the fact that i don't know if that is what is really happening, is actually worse. 

this is chemical warfare. blatant chemical warfare. and the citizens are down with it because they are trapped in a mental fear game. a fear of mosquitos. they will blindly trust their local authorities to spray known carcinogens into the dead night air for fear of contracting West Nile Virus or something worse perhaps. 

freaks i tell you. freaks. they are all freaks.

but when you speak out against these blatant chemical attacks, you  become the freak. 

irony. 

so occasionally when i am nonchalantly ambling down the street in the early evenings with my dogs, i will get "nixed." wormy gassed. attacked with noxious vapors. i am part of their experiment. i am part of this life experiment. and we have no clue what could happen next. 

(additional info. thanks to several calls and more unanswered questions. two of the chemicals sprayed regularly are known. they are Kontrol 33 and Voulgart. thanks.)

genious

www.theskyisfree.com

Lord, I am happy this morning,
Birds and angels sing and I am exultant.
The universe and our hearts are open to your grace.
I feel my body and give thanks.
The sun burns my skin and I thank you.
The breakers are rolling toward the seashore,
The sea foam splashes our house.
I give thanks.
Lord, I rejoice in your creation, and that you are behind it, and before, and next to it, and above -- and within us.

-My Joys Mount as Do The Birds (Ghana)

i'm saving the planet- what are you doing?

accept a miracle.

“To live in a way that our own life would enhance the lives of others is a radical concept, as it gets to the very root of how happiness comes about. If we want to be happy, we do what we can to bring others happiness, not suffering. Yogis by nature are radical; not content to live superficial lives, but instead they enjoy diving into root causes.”

Sharon Gannon, November 2007

www.animalmukti.org

no body likes an eight second ride. buck the rodeo.

-PETA  campaign

those were the days when i was speeding around the country, hopping from Phish to Further to Phil and Friends, slingin'  Thai spicy noodles and my patchwork dresses. we ate ganja goo balls the size of our fists for lunch and washed 'em down with dark oatie stouts. the days when the hot, midday sun turned my nose pink and i'd stick one finger up in the air asking for a miracle while standing on top of a cooler in the middle of Shakedown. when i was known as Starseed and was accompanied by my sidekick animal companion Aiko B. as we raged it on Lot. when i started my journey of freedom and my locks got nappier and nappier. when i peddled my wears, got schooled in street smarts, and learned the meanings of shwilly, shwagg and laggin' wagon. when we rolled deep in vans named "The Mother Ship" and "Stella Blue" with eight people deep and at least four dogs on top of us. when i realized i could trust my luck, my manifestation powers and the unknown.  

we were tired, we just didn't know it yet.

there will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

and swallows circling with their shimmering sound,

and frogs in pools singing at night,

and wild plum trees in tremulous white.

robins will wear their feathery fire,

whistling whims on a low fence wire,

and not one will know of the war.

not one will care when it is done.

not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

and spring herself, when she woke at dawn

would scarcely know that we were gone.

-sara teasdale

14kt gold filled wrap hoops.

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power in thought. strength in numbers.

the best of both worlds: renunciate and householder. same time. same life. 

pure mastery through nadum....Obvious World. creative commons. kruu fm.

check it.

http://www.kruufm.com/station/archives/20

big ups to matt ahearn. a fellow sound junkie and master of the dials.

25,000 Dockworkers Shut Down West Coast Ports in Historic Antiwar Protest

In the largest labor strike since the invasion of Iraq, ports along the West Coast—all twenty-nine of them—were shut down as some 25,000 dockworkers went on a one-day strike to protest the war.

http://www.democracynow.org/2008/5/2/25_000_dockworkers_shut_down_west

ahimsa

http://compassioncampaign.earthsave.ca/5/