What I've always loved about Europe is the degree to which music
is less racial and political and more about quality and heart.
I am here but for the time that I am here and I have a job to do. Soul is not a sound nor a cliché of past remembrances, nor is rock. It's a feeling, ever ready to reinvent itself at a moment's notice, a sensibility which you either have or you don't. Let debate rage on, let criticism come raining down. I've overleapt all of that insignificant bullshit and I challenge you to do the same. I am as white as any of my heroes and as black as any of my saints. I am as Joni as any of my Mitchells and as Wondrous as any of my Stevies. I am as confused as any of my crooked ants and as cocky as any of my roaches. When the music is chained, the people are chained and I don't do chains, I do gains.
Have finished mastering the 'Angels & Vampires - Volume I'.
The cost of believing in anyone else's God but your own is the theft of your spirit.
To who knows that their lives are their own to live and not the Gods, those same Gods serve them.
If you see work only as a means to survive you will come to resent it. But if you see it as exercise for the spirit then your work will become your joy and salvation.
A leopard may not be able to change his spots but he can certainly change yours (not to mention the colour of your underwear )
A father's neglect is ho-hum, I know many men who wished they'd been left alone by their fathers. A mother's neglect is devastating. And no neglect is more so than the refusal to honour a child's true nature, their individuated spirit. It is better to kill them in the cradle than to stamp out the flame of consciousness that as a birthright each child is given to light their way through this rough and ugly world of lies, distortions, refractions and games. They are thus taught to fear and despise the very flame that only spirit by its grace can grant and a man afraid of his own flame can never hope to profit by it, or find his way through the darkness sure to overcome his soul in the waning hours of his youth.
As we spit up the phlegm of our childhood remembrances, we begin to see the world as we've lived it, if not as others fear and insist we must and begin to replace the Gods of our ancestors and elders with our own. Though I certainly respect the historical heft and value of Moses, Abraham and their lot (and his wife), closer to the truth is that Bob Marley, John Lennon, Paul Mc Cartney, George Harrison, Ringo, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder and Brian Wilson have brought me more real salvation (not to mention several poets and long legged beauties) than the old testament gang could ever. When sermons long ago failed to convince, the Stones 'Gimme Shelter' said all that my soul needed to confirm of the existence of God's Grace and her enduring mercy. The truth in the end must always bear out and Mozart means more to me than Moses ever could. And Sam Cooke the only buffer I need between solitude and some else's Satan and if I've never heard the voice of God, I've heard the voice of Aretha in full flight, and frankly that's good enough for me.
I have profound faith in God. It's most religions I have no faith in, except to create more separation between a man's spirit and its author and to profit from the confusion and anxiety born of the belief that he is not at one with the only thing that is. After the crime of this dispirited belief, all other crime is inevitable.
If you must choose a belief system to believe in, choose one which believes in you as much as it asks you to believe in it. And never forfeit your common sense. If a thing doesn't sound right or feel right, leave it alone and let the pigeons have it.
Even a blind man can see that the closer religion gets to politics, the more it becomes a system of mind control.
Contradiction is the space between chaos and denial.
Let us pray for the POPE, not because he is a religious man, but because he is a dedicated and good man and sincere about his cause. He has been a model of endurance and suffering and has worn it like a prince.
.whom I personally happen to be quite fond of.
Though this sounds selfish (I've no problem being selfish when it serves my own best interests), I'm really grateful to God that John Lennon isn't alive to hear what has happened to POP music, it would surely kill him !
The record industry will one day look back upon these days and notice, hopefully not without irony that the artists who were able to lead their side of the revolution were the same artists most willing and able to help them and were the same artists they most beat the crap out of even as they were trying to help them. They seem to be the only group of people ignorant of the notion of karma and collective responsibility. Not just individuals but families and corporations have to answer to the eternal law of cause and effect. Surely after years piled on top of years abusing and exploiting artists financially, psychologically and emotionally, the bill would arrive and they'd have to pay. I know of almost no artist who truly bears them good will, regardless of what they are pressured to say in press releases. These are thankfully the times that separate the artists from the poseurs and that can't be a bad thing.
It's simple: I support P2P simply because it supports the freer expression
of artists/citizens and because culture, as a whole, benefits from the
freer circulation of new ideas. New ideas stimulate the imagination which
as a consequence stimulates the economy. It is always a hindrance to progress
when a tiny handful of monoliths (and when cometh the stereoliths?)
One of the heroes of my youth was my uncle Sammy. A man plain and simple and in vivid living colour. A working man, self-employed, a plasterer who never claimed to be anything more than a man living a man's life and carrying a man's burdens according to the circumstances he as a man were asked to live. He had little or no affectations, was a curser, a drinker, a breeder cut straight and honest to the bone. He used one hand to shake and two fists to fight. The ladies loved him and half the men either admired him or called him out to rattle the cages which he always seemed either way quick to oblige. He seemed always the butt of judgements from his relatives offended by the fact that the only truth he was willing to acknowledge was the truth that found him. He had no doctrine of life. Just a survival code, a wicked grin and a case of cold beer to see him through.
Sananda Maitreya urges you to be your own Messiah!
The Aztecs were direct descendants of a racial and cultural lineage of life on Mars. The Martians have already landed thousands of years ago. The great Egyptian civilizations were the preservation of the royal houses of Mars. After the catastrophic apocalyptic Martian wars, life was transported here to earth in order to preserve the important blood lines of that advanced race. Since the civilization of Mars was well in advance of earths, war was a means of accelerating the time line of earth to suit the level of awareness Mars enjoyed. Almost all major world events of any great impact bears a previous imprint from the course of events on Mars. (including the destruction of Atlantis). Which itself functioned as an adjunct and outpost to the even more advanced Venus. This is why Venus and Mars are intrinsically interwoven into the fates of the other.
Our cellular memory is connected to Mars which is why what we remember from Mars we actualize here on earth. Mars was destroyed by nuclear war and was once even more diverse and beautiful than earth (although not a patch on Venus). If we are not careful the same shall be repeated again on earth as it was already in the kingdom of Atlantis. If our mentality is martial, our spiritual essence is Venusian, which the spiritual memory remembers as heaven.
Life on the other planets in our local solar system does not exist within our realm of vision, although it did on Mars, Venus and Mercury. The middle eastern tribes were once inhabitants of Mercury (in a different cellular form). Mercury was conquered and colonized by Mars in a vastly ancient interplanetary war. The antipathy which exists between the teutons (Mars) and the semetics (Mercury) are remnants of the memory of this. The Mercurials favour the desert because of Mercurys' proximity to the Sun. And the speed of its revolution around the Sun also explains its natives intellectual and verbal dexterity.
Space travel is as old as our imaginations which is just another word for cellular memory. Even the cave men dreamt of Space-travel, as they themselves were but genetic mutations of the colonizing Martians. The balancing point between Mars and Mercury is Venus, the ancestral parent of them both and the closest we'll ever understand of a physical (as opposed to spiritual) heaven.
Down syndrome people are related to the spiritual descendants of Venus. And they carry more activated DNA than 'normal earthlings'. They even bear a resemblance to the ancient native populations of Venus, who also left their trace in the Polynesians cultures of earth.
THE DRUNK POEMS
After a night of Venezuelan Rum
What Venus understands:
The price of loving a God
Why did I get drunk
Even the sickest bitch
My mohair rejected all my sins
I hope my step father is ashamed of me
If continued coughing
Who's afraid to die
There is no repentance
If it were really
after going through my checks
She lay there in a pile of clothes
So I'm drunk
He has no greater opponent
When Gabriel stops
There are those who pad their nests
ALL PRAISES BE TO THE NAME OF YOUR GODS AND ANCESTORS!
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