TO ALL MY ANGELS AND RECOVERING VAMPIRES….:
The power that we apply in denying the truth of who we are is the same force
of power which will press against us as our unseen nemesis for the rest
of what remains of our confusion, as we wonder in bewilderment what life
is holding against us. It is not what life holds against us, it is what
we hold against ourselves
Controversy is to democracy as a whip is to a horse. It enlivens debate
and insures more participation. It invigorates the circulation of ideas
and opinions and rallies consensus. A community which polices itself against
debate stagnates and witnesses its economy follow suit.
The world is to be celebrated if it is to be survived.
Linda Ronstadt has always had a powerful voice. She also seems to have much
bigger balls than most of the timid and docile men in what remains of our
business. We used to walk tall. Now we walk on spaghetti legs and have lost
all of our meat balls. I don't care if she is a democrat, a republican,
I care that she cares and will not stand to see her country dragged through
the mud.
The inability or unwillingness to express the truth of our feelings leads
to the confusion which presages depression. Sitting on top of your truth
always leads to no good.
The implosion of emotional energy, energy greatly felt yet not expressed
or acknowledged is a prime root cause of cancer.
…which in the future psychotherapy will have a larger role in helping
to dissolve.
Anytime I hear the collaboration between the two giants Dionne Warwicke
and Burt Bacharach, I am moved by mercy. Bacharach was our times Debussy
of Pop,
The effortless authority and sensuality of Ms Warwicke's was and remains
unparalleled by anyone except her worthy peer Aretha. She was for the master
Bacharach's songbook as was Ella Fitzgerald to Cole Porter. If goddess Aretha
mastered her arena, goddess Dionne mastered sophisticated bedroom pop and
it yet remains unparalleled.
I used to belong to an informal yet committed group of other songwriters
when I lived in the bowels of Los Angeles called 'THE SONS OF BRIAN'. We
identified ourselves as kindred spirits due to our mutual adoration for
the 'poet of the tides' Master Brian Wilson. This was our jumping off point,
we mainly gathered together on the informal now and then and did what other
songwriters worldwide tend to do when they gather together under the influence
of chosen elixir, which was mainly to pass commentary on pretty girls butts
and dis other tired songwriters work.
…and yes we were called the S.O.B.s for short.
A man who apologizes for what his hard work has earned him is stealing from
himself.
Adopting philosophies which apologize for poverty keeps you closer to it.
The first law of Grace is respect for what is. Its second law is respect
for yourself in all circumstances. All other laws become self evident after
recognition of the first two.
The more our understanding grows, the simpler our choices become.
Self loathing is a deadly form of arrogance.
The simpler we remain, the closer to our blessings we remain.
A smile speaks all languages!
A stubborn fool is someone who knows that they answer to a higher power,
usually their wife.
The price we pay for impressing our friends is their envy.
The more we are able to find the balance of our emotions, the easier it
is to balance our life.
The support of any system which does not in turn support your truth drains
your energy and replaces it with anxiety.
It seemed fitting that masters Brando and Charles should return home within
days of the other. They both greatly reinvigorated their portion of the
arts with the natural genius both used to such great advantage to create
more emotional space for others. I bet they are already playing poker together.
A man whose life deserves the full treatment is master Sylvester Stewart,
otherwise known as Sly Stone. If Hendrix were the left hand, Sly was the
right. Only Stevie Wonder among living masters can claim equal merit concerning
the huge territory claimed by master Stone and his fusion of brilliant melodicism
with Stone cold funk (which is itself but an urban update of the blues).
History shall regard him on a par with Coltrane, Ellington and other protean
pioneers of new paths of exploration. The harmonic implications of his choices
are still being digested by serious students, of which I am but one. In
the time he was granted to layer in his Gospel he left a deep cosmic noise
all at once joyful and foreboding.
And redefined as did Ray Charles before him and as did the Beatles along
side him our definition of Pop and what it could be.
The fear of being loved is the greatest fear known to us and to conquer
it is to conquer the world.
Cynicism is the underbelly of hope. For as long as we are cynical we yet
retain some hope, though filtered through disillusion and despair.
We are haunted by many Ghosts because unloved by ourselves we are many Ghosts.
Yet these many kites bouncing in the wind are still held by one hand, yours.
If this hand is loving, then the Ghosts are serving. If judgemental, the
Ghosts are haunting.
If there is any mercy in our Gods, we do not evolve out of our so called
vices as we get older but more lovingly into them.
Small considerations become deeper love.
There is a young gentlemen, a wonderful songwriter and singer whose project
trades under the name 'Ben's Brother'. He is a young 30 year-old Englishman
with a voice strongly reminiscent of one of my all time favourites, Rod
Stewart, yet he sounds like himself. He mines similar melodic and atmospheric
space as Coldplay yet is still original. He has written songs successfully
for other artists and now chooses to focus on establishing his own public
identity. He is a good kid and he is not a dickhead. I hate comparisons
which are mainly lazy. I am only trying to draw you an invitation to his
website to check out his music for yourself: www.bensbrother.com.
I am quite certain that you will be hearing more about him! The industry
and what's left of its common sense can ill afford to let talents like these
slip away……
If you love inspired ground breaking song writing please get a copy of the
new double cd 'best of' of the late great Gram Parsons. A 'seed' Angel who
dropped his seeds and returned home to his maker because more than likely
in an inspired vision he could see the future of the music business and
though that on the whole, death was the better option. In any event our
industry, drenched in necro-worship finds it easier to market death than
originality. Our southern soul brother of the Celtic branch was a bench
mark in the fusion of country, soul and rock. No one did it better. The
collection is called 'SACRED HEARTS AND FALLEN ANGELS'.
…and he was a very good friend and mentor to Keef and the Stones. 'Nuff
said.
Hopefully one day our FBI will evolve beyond being the African-American
messengers assassination squad and authors of a great deal of African-American
dissent. It appears historically and continuing today that any 'movement'
which involves as its goal the upliftment of the pained and stretched black
spirit seems destined to be opposed by this our Federal Agency. The legacy
of their Fuhrer J.Edgar Hoover needs urgently to be washed out of this academy
in order to reclaim the respect of a community which reflexively despises
them for the jack boot ever pressing upon the necks of this portion of my
tribe. It is fundamental to their policy to hinder and halt black progress.
They will serve themselves and our nation much better in the future were
they to police their own attitudes with regard to more respect for earths
first peoples. People who helped them build the very nation which still
systematically oppresses them. Certainly they can be an agency for good
and have done much good for our nation. Ruling by fear and intimidation
gets old real fast.
§
Let's speak quickly Mercurio
otherwise
our wives will be crazed
and their confidence is well worth keeping
I tell you this:
'your artists are weak
and over praised,
your sister is weeping
and her dress is raised
above her knees
to wipe away her tears
her eruptions,
and to be ready if a breeze appears
choruses of corruption, once cheers
arrive
dribbling through virgin lace
(and in this case)
through virgin thighs
§
If our mothers loved us, then we have led lives of privilege.
Guitars are the result of trees dreaming to be heard above the rustling
of the wind and leaves.
In time, rest assured, wickedness polices itself.
A burning question: 'would a book on masturbation be considered a self-help
manual?'
DON'T BE A 'HO. A promiscuous sex life leads in time to severe depression
and greater loss of esteem. It desensitises the heart to its own an others
pain, leaving us less liking to be moved by love when it appears.
The more a woman holds on to her sex, the more Grace she attracts. The
more she gives it away, the more it scatters.
This also applies to men. You save yourself a lot of time and pain if
you simply find a good woman and work hard to keep a good woman. The main
value is in getting to keep your mind. Until you see this, you keep drawing
the same woman and the same lesson like in the movie 'Groundhog day'.
Although her name may keep changing, her intention does not. A word to
the wise is sufficient. Otherwise as a player you are just playing yourself
and being played.
§
In fact
Masters wait for thieves
even harbour them
until the leaves
are swelling above the swollen mass
and ready to be taken down
dispersed and left for dead
this is where Master shine
in forgotten fields
where little is said
but resurrection and its pantomime
which spares the crust
but breaks the bread
and leaves
the crumbs behind
§
I saw the flag being torn into three parts, hopefully it was just a
bad dream.
On the 15th of August CHAPTER 2 of
'ANGELS & VAMPIRES'
STAY TUNED!!!!
ALL PRAISES BE TO THE NAME OF YOUR GODS AND ANCESTERS!
From your Apple Pisces Sananda!!!
COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA - VENEZIA, 5TH AUGUST 2004
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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