Our Year Of Living (Beautifully) Without WalMart

Saturday, June 6, 2009

wizard people, dear reader

GREAT way to spend a saturday morning....


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enjoy!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

this is my favorite thing i have ever written (i think)

there are people in this world who know you
not because they have seen you
or heard you
or touched, smelled, or tasted you
they know you because they know themselves
they know the wretchedness of being trapped inside the gruesome wonderland of their minds
and they know yours

when you were born they held you in the palms of their hands and hoped beyond hope that the horrors that had been visited upon them would not ever be experienced or comprehended or even heard of by you, knowing all the while that you would have it much worse even...

you were closer to the source then

when you closed your eyes in the sun you could see swimming in front of you the sperm that you used to be and feel that all you were was the egg inside your mother-forever being invaded by your father...

you knew but they had forgotten....

whatever the act which brought you into human childhood, the greatest miracle of all, the holy of holies, sex itself...
had been tossed aside and scrutinized and rationalized, and left the diagnosis upon you that you were nothing.
you were unmentionable.

in those days when you were nothing, when you were only a child, not yet of comprehension, nothing but a sponge...what did you absorb?

did the magic of life filter through your pores like spring water or did the muck of the mundane clog the arteries of your heart and mind until you were old before you were young, dead before you had the chance to live at all....

did both happen? did you understand? did you stand under?

under grownups who beat each other senseless mentally or physically all dayand then fucked later that night and you heard them?
under grownups who gave you flowers and pointed out constellations and let you believe for one second that good things could happen to you?

were you lorded over by people in authority?
people who stuck children in boxes and stuffed themselves in children's boxes just because they could?

did you tell these things to other children who looked at you with blank stares and had hot dinners at the table every night and god and country and mother mary?

did you explain these things to other children till you were blue in the face? until you noticed one day that there were no other children left around and you were by yourself?

and when you ended up by yourself did you notice? did anyone notice? did you take pills and other substances into your body so that you would notice something, anything and slip away for days at a time in your room? did your mother notice or did she think you had been gone to your friends house and your body hadn't left your roof?

did any of the people around you ever hear you? were you loud and funny in vain or quiet and brooding and by then met with exasperation at best?
did you cuss in locked bathrooms just to hear vile things come out of your mouth, the mouth that others misjudged so horribly?

the mouth that all the time had told them what was happening, but everyone in the world had stones in their ears...
had curtains drawn tight over their eyes, had designer clothes to cover their naked bodies...

everyone but you...

eyes wide open....ears perked up to anything resembling the truth whatsoever....

naked soul, raw as the insides of a fruit, cut and thrashed and bruised by the ignorance and ignoring that constantly surrounded you...

did you make your body a temple? a singular religion of self?
was that little baby's body now in some awkward state of symbiosis, an opium den seething with rebellion and a personal anarchy noone could fathom?

were you nothing but churning, gluttonous petri-dish of disillusion and hormones?

did you not, like the sperm-egg contraption you knew you were, look for something to invade...to be invaded by???

did you find the one like you, the worst possible one?
the one who was worth nothing less than the complete and utter sacrifice of your former soul?
the one who you lay on the altar for and allowed yourself to be devoured by forever on a continuum of soulmating agonybliss?
the one you had the exact same effect on but neither of you could allow that to be possible because if you did, the earth would surely explode like the sun and scatter the galaxies into trillions of pieces........

so you started denying and cramming every orafice of your precious body , that perfect innocent pink fleshy person you could've been full of anyone and anything that would defoul and rot away and pound itself into it....

then one day it stopped.

you decided you would die if you didn't.

you woke up one morning...you know the one...when the light was so bright they could create the name of a new color for it...

you sat in that light, swallowed, maybe you breathed, maybe you didnt....but one thing happened...you traded that moment and sold your soul to normalcy. to trying to be something those damning wellwishers had wanted you to be all along.

you surrendered...

and the truth stopped.

because your life stopped.

you were a writhing, frothing beast the night before...never more primal, never in your existence more real or eternal...

no matter what twelvestep program or jesus or buddha or mohammed or delusion of somehow becoming junefuckingcleaver or abraham lincoln, you HAD to get as far away from who you REALLY were...that murky primordial knowledge...in the shortest amount of time possible
by scavenging as much logic and methodically plotting to be as much like the others as possible...

you had to get married...
you had to get money...
you had to have babies...
you had to send birthday cards...
you had to do chores....
and talk to people in a language you couldn't believe you could learn so fast!

you, who had always spoken the most unfathomable truths, now wrote grocery lists....and sang lullabies...and held your baby in your palms...

but you knew not to dare wish that nothing bad would ever happen to him...

in the three o clock in the morning darkness somewhere in his first week of life you looked up at the stars and asked them to be there for you in seventeen years when he was a petriedish...when he was invading girls who hated themselves...when he was as wild as a raving wolf...
to be there for you then.
and to see him to the other side of honest, where you yourself had backed down and been afraid to go.....

and then one morning the Truth came back to you and sat on the edge of your bed and laughed at you...
a pitying bellow that smelled of ooze and amber and the sweetest sulfur...

when had you invited it back?

whatever it was that had cracked open the window to let in the first spring breezes had instead unleashed the laughing, sorrowful Truth upon you....finding your whole life incredibly amusing... that lonely childhood hilarious...your awkward, plentiful soulmating exploits making the Truth laugh like a bowl full of jelly....

the Truth sat beside you and was the most grotesque and beautiful presence you had ever felt...
the Truth was just You, afterall...
..the truth was that all of those children HAD heard youand that YOU were the bravest one of them all... for the horrors that you had warned them of had come to pass inside your own body....

the Truth was that you were going to take a breath as though it was both your first and your last....
and from the moment you expelled that breath, your life, back into the world from the depth of your ultra-absorbant wound, you would filter out nothing but Truth from the Muck...solid honesty from the tattered remains of your heart...

you would become fire and air and water and earth if you had to!

you would never again lie, evade, hide, cheat, squander, gamble with, or disregard your fate...your true nature...

you would sit in front of a plastic box connected by mystic electronic impulses to anyone who would read and hear your truth...

and they would listen...

they would lap up your soul like a kitten to milk...
ingest the things you would say like food...
inject themselves with your harsh unwielding truth like the most ravenously addicted heroin addict..

they would need what your truth could be for them...

desire the gorgeous primordial ooze you are like a banquet...

answer your questions
ask their own

from all corners of the entire earth they would wake up at night with your name on their lips...

never seeing your face they would pledge unending devotion... they would thrill you with compliments and desire....
they would wisely give advice and eagerly await your intuitive responses to them driving you all to the brink of the stark madness of your truth, of their truth, of everyone's truth....

we are all invasions of sperm...we are all eggs with shells and yolk so easily shattered...
we all have brains filled with fission...
we are all wretchedly beautiful and raw and naked...there are just those who are closer to the Truth...

who clasp hands with the ugliest of life and the most beautiful of death...

who barter in the currency of honor...

who trade on the starkness of the real rather than the delusion of the masses...

that energy is neither created nor destroyed...

that it is better to know and be right than to think and be wrong...

that the Truth can steal your breath away...

that laughing and crying at the same time is itself the only true language and that those who are fluent in it create the best art...

and that there are people in this world who you know....
not because you have seen them,
or heard them
or smelled, touch, or tasted them...
but because you know yourself.........

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Uncanny Birth Twins....(born on same day)

1. Charles Darwin and Abraham Lincoln (February 12, 1809)Two of the outstanding figures of the 19th century were both raised as Christians, though Darwin died an atheist and Lincoln was, by some accounts, an outspoken non-believer. Both had unimpressive school records, but taught themselves to rise to the peaks of their professions. Both embraced change and detested slavery. Darwin’s most important work, On the Origin of Species, was published in 1859 – one year before Lincoln was elected president. With these events, both would challenge the status quo – changing the world, and winning enemies for their efforts. (Darwin would be denounced; Lincoln would be assassinated.)


2. Jimmy Hoffa and James Pike (February 14, 1913)Hoffa was a powerful and contentious unionist, alleged to have ties with organized crime. Pike was the contentious Episcopal bishop of California, alleged to have extramarital affairs. Both were known as champions of the underprivileged. Hoffa bargained for low-paid workers and campaigned for prison reform; Pike supported the civil rights movement. Hoffa was finally convicted of fraud and jury tampering in 1967, serving four years in prison; Pike was tried for heresy for his radical ideas, which resulted in the formal censure of his views. But most spookily of all: They both disappeared mysteriously. (Pike’s body was found a few days later; Hoffa was never seen again.) Neither of their demises were ever solved.

3. Marlon Brando and Doris Day (April 3, 1924)The evil twin syndrome (though we’re not sure which was the evil one). At their peak in the 1950s, they were polar opposites. Brando played rebellious, tough guys who mumbled everything. Day played wholesome, virginal sweeties who sang beautifully. But they had a few things in common. Both of their careers were the result of a misspent youth (Brando took up acting after being thrown out of a military academy; Day was singing in clubs at 16.) Both had reputations for being “difficult.” Brando came to the movies as a famous actor, but proved he could sing (sort of) in Guys and Dolls. Day entered movies as a famous singer, but proved she could act in Storm Warning. Both became attached to important social causes (Brando to the plight of Native Americans; Day to animal rights).

4. President George W. Bush and Sylvester Stallone (July 6, 1946)
These two have more in common than you might realize. Their oratorical skills have been criticized, but at their peaks, both were immensely popular. Their secret: people love a war… provided they win. They each have a past that they would rather forget. In the early 1970s, Bush had a drinking problem and multiple arrests; Stallone (as a struggling actor) was debasing himself in a skin flick. Bush has a history of failed business ventures; Stallone has had his own corporate disasters, like Planet Hollywood, his ill-fated co-venture with two of Bush’s friends, Bruce Willis and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Stallone’s two most famous roles also seem perfect for Bush. Like Rocky, Bush was an underdog, who triumphed (in the 2000 presidential election) without actually outscoring his opponent (in the popular vote); and like Rambo, he has been keen to settle old military scores. Of course, neither Bush nor Stallone are as popular as they used to be, proving that celebrity is fickle business, however you achieve it.

5. Jeanne-Claude Denat de Guillebon and Christo Javacheff (June 13, 1935)Few birth twins have proven more compatible than these two artists, who have collaborated on many projects over the past 40 years, and have been happily married even longer. They are exponents of environmental installation art, famous for wrapping Berlin’s Reichstag and the Paris’s Pont Neuf Bridge in plastic, as well as such public artworks as Running Fence, a 24-mile-long curtain in California, and The Gates in New York City’s Central Park.

6. Princess Diana and Carl Lewis (July 1, 1961)They were among the biggest celebrities of the 1980s, winning overnight fame early in the decade – despite unlikely beginnings. As a child, years before becoming the world’s most photographed person, Diana was notoriously shy; Lewis, years before winning nine Olympic gold medals, was a “runt.” (Strangely, Diana showed more athletic prowess than Lewis at school, excelling in several sports.) Both became renowned for their charity work. After Princess Diana’s death in 1997, “King Carl” wrote a tribute to her: “She will be missed by the many that she touched. And our birthday will never be as bright.”

7. Albert Finney and Glenda Jackson (May 9, 1936)Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts graduates? Check. Made their film debuts in early-1960s British “kitchen sink” dramas? Check. Became major stars in raunchy, Oscar-winning adaptations of classic British novels? Check. Turned down several film roles throughout their careers to focus on the theatre? Che-e-eck. Hey, these twins could almost be the same person! In fact, have you ever wondered why you’ve never seen them in the same film together?

8. Meryl Streep and Lindsay Wagner (June 22, 1949)The super-woman of American stage and screen… and the star of The Bionic Woman on TV! How could that possibly be mere coincidence?

9. Meredith Baxter and Michael Gross (June 22, 1947)
Though these actors are best-known for playing a happily married couple in the classic 1980s sitcom Family Ties, they were actually (birth) twins. They’re not the only twins who have worked together in television and the movies, of course. Oliver Stone directed Tommy Lee Jones twice, while Quincy Jones wrote music for The Italian Job (1969), starring his birth twin Michael Caine.

10. Andre Agassi and Uma Thurman (April 29, 1970)One moment – like 1994 – you’re riding high and everyone thinks you’re sexy. A few years later, you’re a has-been, ranked 141st in the world (or making appalling movies like Batman and Robin), but at least you’re married to a former teen star like Brooke Shields (or Ethan Hawke). A few years later – like 2003 – you have broken up with your ex-teen-star spouse, but at least you’re back in form. You’re number one in the rankings (or high in the box office), decimating (or slicing to bits) your opponents in court (or in the Kill Bill movies). Oh, and everyone still thinks you’re sexy.

From mentalfloss.com

goodnight, juliette




Juliette de Bairacli Levy went home

She past away at the 28. of May 2009 peaceful without pains.

We don't organize an official announced funeral, we plan to bring the ash back to Kythera. Luz, Gunter and Adaya

send love letters to: wisewoman@herbshealing.com

GrandMother....goodnight

the boy did sit for hours at a time...by lokie

The boy did sit hours at a time
Back and forth their lives did but flow
Making sense as they would go
Speaking to an American dime

The boy did sit hours at a time
Leaving the world so very far behind
Contemplating that within a troubled mind
Placing each word as though its a crime

The boy did sit hours at a time
Hoping life would hurry and end
Wanting some kind of a friend
Needing something in which i call mine

The boy did sit for hours at a time
Fears of living through this day
Knowing that death isn't far away
Drowning in sorrows till the end of time

The boy did sit hours at a time
Eyes of such colours telling a sad tale
Justifying that which is about to set sail
Yelling in pain as blood leaves this line

The boy did sit hours at a time
Xylophone playing its unearthly song
Visions blurred back tears for ever so long
Underneath this soft skin ever so fine

The boy did sit for hours at a time
As another life slips through these fingers, i sigh
If only tomorrow i would, could, should die
Grieve not for i did choose my time

The boy did sit for hours at a time
Only that now this body shall be burnt
Quiescent lay this soul by the sea has been earnt
Rest in Piece that isn't a crime

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(now, read it from here up....)

a close faraway friend wrote this in 2004 when he was young :)

i enjoy it. sad as it is, i really enjoy it.