Sananda Maitreya ...

Dear Madame Swans, assorted Castrati, (and other effervescent variables)….

If you are pursuing your dreams, often the hounds of hell will pursue you. Let them bark and stir, but NEVER LET THEM STOP YOU! A Running Back’s touchdown run is sweeter, the more tackles he had to break, so keep running, and if you do not find the support that you need, then BE THE SUPPORT THAT YOU NEED!

Yes, Collette, your ears are correct! The ‘BEATLES’ composition you heard from us is in fact a ‘mash-up’ of 2 different songs; ‘What You’re Doing’, and ‘The Word’, from which we took the bridge. Your next assignment (should you choose to accept it) is to listen to Elvis Costello records played backwards, to see if he left any information about the whereabouts of the money from the Great Train Robbery. Him or Paul Weller knows something, I can just feel it.

What doesn’t kill you, is that much more for your publicist to make sure others write about.

If you must pay a heavy price to realize your dream, just remember that we always get what we pay for, and the heavier the taxes, the bigger the boxes that present our joys to us when they ripen. The more you pay, the more you receive. It’s the law.

Then there are those in subtle language who will advise you to stay in your place, but how the hell do they know where your place is ? Only you know. Do not settle, or you will stay there, and brood.

Our crimes always catch up to us in the end. If the jury exonerates us, and sets us free, life will still haunt us if we were guilty. There can be no greater prison than the mind.

We sit well these days. We are on the verge whereby we may elect possibly an African-Anglo president or a Woman, and both for the first time, should current trends hold steady. This hopefully means that we are also on the verge of allowing more complexions of colour to rock, without all of the artificial barriers that pass themselves off as anything but what it is, racist. Hip-Hop( and traditionally black music in general) has always been more welcoming of other colours who feel it, than rock has ever been towards others in kind, and this is another colonial travesty as, after all, Rock comes from the very depths of our loins, but was snatched away from us, and given over wholesale to those who now zealously (and jealously) guard it as were we stealing into the science lab, and selling the re-launch codes. It has always moved me how much space is granted for ‘Pop’ acts to go as wide as they wish, and to use as much of the colour palette of music as they dared (especially if it worked), while the non-white artists were stuck in ‘genres’, too stiff and tight to move around in, which naturally tempts more quickly, the law of diminishing returns. Music has gotten far too polluted with right wing politics to be anything now but a vehicle used to sell trucks, and quantify generations before they are able to begin thinking of themselves as individuals, as something merely beyond a representative consumer, to be tagged and numbered and easily located.

I had friends in the biz, who though labelled, ‘rock’, or ‘pop’ could make a record as funky as they wanted, as disco as they wanted, and still be considered a ‘pop’ group. Every time I went into the studio to make recordings, it was as if the CIA had to be given a complete schematic, and engineers commandeered behind my back and given the company’s always regressive view. I am simply not one to ever allow anyone, at any time to tell me what my muse is jumping to. My records always sold when they wanted to promote them, but unfortunately, the company lost far too much time trying to teach me a ‘lesson’, for not being content enough being treated like a 2cd class citizen/artist, and for having ideas which weren’t first presented by others. You are perceived as a political threat, merely for having a clear idea of who you are, and not being willing to caricature and clown yourself, simply because the others (with far less idea) are willing to do so. The music biz as currently configured deserves to die, and deserves to die now. Will the last racist and retarded executive please turn off the lights when they leave ?

Your sister is so sexually active, she has a turnstile in her bedroom.(and a small gift shop off to the side).

Religious figures, Rock-stars, Politicians, and Actors all know just how restricting life can be when too much emphasis is placed on ‘image’.

The birth of ‘image’, is often the beginning of the end for true life.

As I compose this, tomorrow, myself, the crew and the Nudge leave for Russia to earn some bread and wine. Let us pray that we are not mistaken for journalists. We are grateful for the work. Like the American philosopher ,James Brown said, ‘If a man don’t work, he don’t eat’.

Our housekeeper is Russian. It’s OK, I’ve already ‘water boarded’ her to make sure that she isn’t a spy for the FSB/KGB. That’s good because as you know, a good housekeeper is a damn hard thing to find!

We love her, very much. We just wish she wouldn’t smash up our glasses after every time we offer her a drink.

2 guys walk into a bar, but then realize that the real money is not in bar jokes (bar-zaletta), but in telecom stocks.

The finger print of our history as man is told in ‘linguistics’. The DNA of our evolution is told there.

Jesus was not a Christian, but a Christ. Likewise, his buddy , Buddha was neither a Buddhist, but simply, and without fanfare, a Buddha. A word to the wise, and sober.

We would barely recognize Jesus from his story. His ‘image’ has killed him.

….that same ‘image’ kills daily, most of us.

If I don’t get to it first, perhaps you will: The epic, ‘The Godfather’, would make a wonderful libretto/scenario for an opera. It kind of already is.

Your mother is so cold, your father has to wear thermal underpants.

We would like to thank the wonderful people and nation of Russia for their hospitality and warmth.

Maitreya never forgets his friends. We hope to see you again. You guys certainly know how to throw a party !

Jealousy finds many faces and masks to hide behind, in order to affect your spirit. No matter which of it’s 2 faces it hides behind, you can always tell it’s presence by it’s feel. There are those who will mock you for your dependency, yet turn around and beat you for your independence. Know who you are, and at all costs be that. What you appear to lose in time, you will gain in life, and it’s firstborn offspring, strength.

Being willing to take our beat down for our ambition is a worthy price to pay for freedom, and the right to exercise your spirit’s idea of itself. We are raised in societies that promote themselves as bastions of freedom, who seem first and foremost citadels of infidels who live to hunt down tall heads, then chop them down like ‘poppies ‘. The good news is that we are lizards, and chopping a man’s head off, who carries his spirit in his heart, will witness a new head growing, full of new promise, and fresh ideas. Heaven will not have her maidens mocked, only to see them lose their milk, their pails thrashed, and left too long to replace their milk with tears. She always renews her faithful, and replenishes their wings with flight plans , higher and longer.

What you call God is between you and him. That you are willing to call him anything at all, moves him greatly. God doesn’t really lose much sleep concerning herself with who believes or not in him. It does however run to those who do. I’m not sure that his responsibilities to the universe and its multiplicity, are ruined by doubters who have every right to doubt his existence. They are warned about this when they accept the job. It is not an occupational hazard, but an occupational reality. Even some of his greatest saints spend a good deal of time doubting whether God is real , or just another conspiracy of the Jews.

More than ‘drugs’, what is affecting Amy Winehouse is jealousy. Britain, and with an unrivalled glee, lives to punish it’s young for it’s ambition. It hides and editorializes behind the mask of concern, while if it were really concerned, it would mind it’s own business. Bearing Britain upon one’s young shoulders, and in one’s heart, would cause even Atlas to shrug and walk away.

We are surrounded by evil, but how else do we learn ?

What seems to most have benefited from 9/11, and the terror updates is airport duty free. They have made an absolute killing since all of these alerts have started. Why don’t we just go through security checks completely naked, it would save time , and more than likely boost ticket sales, especially to the MySpace generation.

Meditation on the little things produces as much stamina as joy.

I swear that I heard a rumour (alleged to be true ), that Al-Qaeda was looking to buy a major national airline. Imagine the security check at that airline. “ Sir, we see in your luggage that you have a .38 , are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have a .45 instead ?”. Or; “ Miss, we didn’t find any drugs in your hand luggage, do you need any ? “. The duty free catalogue would offer major discounts on rocket launchers, and all first class passengers would receive a free hand grenade.

…not to mention that on every flight, an air hostess straps on a parachute after changing into camoflauge gear, and padded with explosives, jumps out of the plane somewhere over Jerusalem.

Once you accumulate enough frequent flier miles, you win a nice all expenses paid vacation to a paramilitary training camp of your choice.

The last 4 rows of the plane are reserved for people flying with their goats.

…and you can ride half fare, if you allow your goat to be the in flight meal….

I am willing to fight and die every day, for the right to be me.

The blessing of fatigue is that it promotes honesty. When you don’t have enough energy left to bullshit, you usually don’t.

Joy grows in rational, as well as irrational fields.

Joy embraces habit, as well as wild unpredictability.

Who comes at themselves straight through the mirror, comes back home.

When our persona is at variance with our nature, we draw rougher trade winds. Be yourself, you inherit your world this way.

You are not the boat, but the waves.

When your boat gets torpedoed, is the perfect time to remember that you are not the boat, but the water itself. Sometimes , the boat just gets in the way, of our true float.

The toll that magical journeys take, is surrendering to change. It is a toll that we can all afford, who wish to see the light of truth in their efforts.

We are who we are, and who beats us for it, is only confirming it, and imagining it for themselves.

When we are in 2 minds, we are not in our mind. Just be patient, and your mind will, like light returning to an antenna, find it’s way back home.

We often (not always ) dream in other people’s mind. Yoga, or often just coffee or a good smoke, places you back in your own mind.

Who inherits our mind, inherits our karma.

Our karma does not include our lessons only, but also our joys and what there is of a good sensibility.

That I love music with all of my heart and spirit is my karma. That I had to die for it was likewise my karma. We are truly blessed (despite the pain ) when our karma is stronger than our fear.

Dying is rather easy. Convincing your creditors that you are dead is a lot more difficult.

We are only here because we are strong enough to be. Continue.

Congratulations to Maestro Pavarotti for his induction into heaven, and to Maestro Phil Jackson for his induction into the hall of fame. Masters serve where they are placed, and according to the truth of their nature. Each as different from the next as a card in a full deck. These served well, and even exceeded expectations.

…. And the dramas of life do not escape them. Masters do not run away from their lives, they simply live them. Nor do they pray for another, but learn simply and without fanfare to walk away from what would discount it’s privilege to be.

Whether the hurricanes of life swirl around you, or you around it, has everything to do with whether you believe you are the weather, or it’s father.

We are far richer, the more we know who we are.

It is unseemly after a man turns 40, to still be chasing after other people’s money.

Our opinions don’t really matter, but if we don’t express them, they become a lot more important.

Get it off your chest, or it will take over your mind. What takes over your mind controls it.

This is my wisdom, but it can only at best be a portion of your knowledge. Your wisdom must come from you. For this purpose we were given time, to procreate wisdom from experience.

Once a man grows up, stepping aside for bullshit is no longer an option.

We hope to see you on the road with a new face, and a new spirit. Frowned up sour face tribal members are not going to alter much the course of our inspiration, nor will logic or debate accomplish more than being ignored. I will never apologize for what I had to do to survive, and the seasons of explanation are over. We invite the living, and not only those mad at them, to come out and taste the fresh spring waters of new life. We are not yet Superman, but we ain’t that mofo in the wheelchair anymore either.

The only thing I feel obliged to prove , is just how happy I am to be here, and how grateful I am to life itself for it’s reproductive grace.

Who draws a bad card, attracts a bad card if they believe that the card they drew was a judgement, and not a challenge.

Warriors learn when not to fight, and to let the people fighting you, beat themselves. Warriors also learn that no one is really fighting you anyway, they are just fighting.

A ‘confusionist’ ultimately serves not to confuse, but to strengthen your mind. The antidote to all of their kind (and they are legion), is to simply know yourself, and the mind which flowers from it.

Miss Winehouse reminds me of one of my all time favourite singers, the great Miss Shirley Bassey.

Know when to slap a ‘confusionist’, and when to hug them. Mainly avoid them. They often mean no harm. Neither does a porcupine, yet you wouldn’t sleep with one in your bed because, if you roll over on top of it in your sleep, it hurts anyway, meant or not. It is not about the harm they mean , it is about the harm they give.

Screw ‘Buddhism’, be a Buddha instead.

‘isms’, by their very nature attract ‘schisms’.

‘DEATH RIDES VICTORIUOS, THOUGH HIS RANKS ARE THINNED ‘. This is a small piece of Edna St. Vincent Millay, and comes from her collection of sonnets. Check her scene, it was awesome. Reading her collection of sonnets for the first time, altered my mindscape forever.

It is kind of cool that the deeper you get into Greek or Russian orthodox countries, the darker their saints complexions are. In the Russian canon, you even see saints with little afros. It is from them that there is the veneration of the Black Madonna.

DUDES (for real), there are like some seriously fine babes in Russia, and bunches of them too!

If the hunger for fame is not yours, you will suffer it.

It is impossible to stand in the midst of Red Square in Moscow, and not be moved. It is stunning, and very beautiful. Now I can better understand what they fought so hard to protect.

Our life comes to us if we dare it.

Toughen up, we were made for triumph.

We, the ‘Nudge Nudge’, are often told that we sound like more than 3 people. It has a lot to do with how much time we put into it, and the affection as people we have, and respect for one another. Building up the energy of the ‘Nudgefield’, is an important part of our meditation. For sure the energy of joy adds to the sound and it’s bulk.

Yet, most people don’t know enough about music other than liking or disliking it, which is fair enough. There is a ‘psychology’ to sound waves, and ‘intent’ plays an important role in the design of the sound waves, as well as which primary glands will be affected. This translates into which of the ‘chakra’s’ will be the main recipient of the sound waves being activated. How many people are engaged in making the sound is far less relevant than one may suppose, as some people are sound wave carriers, just as some carry more viruses, or humour. Inside of my heart is literally a choir, which from time to time, sings to me, and which I in turn try to sing (play) out to others. Those musicians which have a lot of music in them are the ones I most naturally draw to. Another factor in the ‘big’ sound of the trio that the ‘Nudgefield’ is, is the greatest musician of all time, ‘space’.

With more space in the sound, silence has more room to make it’s presence felt, not to mention that it is always wise to save some room in the arrangement of a song for a possible appearance of the Holy Spirit, which happens to love all heartfelt music very much, and is in fact known to hover around any music which dares to reveal the truth of the heart, and the moment’s vibrant fresh currency.

A shout out of respect to ‘The ROOTS’, for their tenacity and bravery in the face of all manner of evil, which tried to reshape them into a lesser entity. There is wisdom and sincerity in their offerings and I am grateful for their example. Imagine that, an actual BAND of black musicians.

“Somebody call the FBI !”.

I am asked often about purchases and the like. Recently, I have bought (not downloaded), the latest ‘disco compactos’ of ‘The FOO FIGHTERS’, Ben Harper, and a collection of old ‘Rolling Stones’ rarities. I do not mind from time to time purchasing cd’s if I wish to add some ‘filthy lucre’ to an artist’s estate. More often than not, I download. Most of the cd money doesn’t get to the artists anyway, it goes mainly to old money families, who use those same profits, to support programs and initiatives to hold my people back, and to fund politicians to mock , and ignore us. But we are more than free enough to work for those people and keep the money flowing in which will then be used to hold back all that do not work for them, and to smear those they do not control. Only old, and demeaning stereotypes need apply.

I was told by the Russians that both of my new names have resonance in their language. ‘Sananda’ means ‘freedom’, and although I wasn’t told what ‘Maitreya’ means, we ate at a restaurant called, ‘MAITREYOSKA’, and the food was good. Since Russian was ably influenced by the old Greek, and the old Greek by Sanskrit (which is where my names come from), I wasn’t too surprised to discover that the Russian tongue had already chewed on it for awhile before I got there. This Lunar tribe is tenacious and ferocious, hard core survivors, and they don’t completely ‘white wash’ their history , so as to leave out the contribution of others, who have helped them to become the people that they are, at least not to the great extent that our culture has, in depriving other tribes, the knowledge and acceptance of their contribution.

…they are as well a simple and direct to the point type of people, and by and large don’t seem to get caught up in a lot of games. They are by and large not time wasters, and respect you more, the more direct and straightforward you are. They can be strong and even intimidating, if of yourself you are unsure. They respect power, and those who do not fear it.

Sicily is right now producing some fantastic wines. Go Sicilian, there are a lot of great choices!

Great Jazz swings the mind!

Trust your instincts always, why else do you have them?

With patience, and imagination, all things in time work out for the good . If someone gives you a wooden nickel, just use it to buy a wooden leg.

….although, you cannot always buy a gold tooth with a silver dollar.

What’s in a name? My spirit, that’s what.

The great Maestro Krishna, was Vishnu’s boy.

One does not have to be insane to work for Shiva, but it does greatly help, if you are a little.

American ‘education’ will take a giant leap forward, as it deserves, when the emphasis changes to inspiring its’ fertile young and beautiful minds to seek after knowledge and independent inquiry, and not as currently shovelled at them, indoctrination. Indoctrination that will abandon them, as soon as cheaper labour can be found.

We are that ‘free democracy’ that will not let it’s people organize themselves towards protecting their basic communal concerns, especially if it is with a view to preserving their jobs, their livelihoods. It is OK for the rich to organize like communists to protect their interests (namely corporate), but if the people which fuel our economies wish to preserve the graces which sustain them, we smear them , and crush them with dismissals.

Perhaps now we shall call it what it is: ‘DEMO-CRAZY’, as this is what it has become.

While we are crushing and robbing our own people silly, the Asian man will inherit the earth, and its’ economy. It matters little if we control the energy resources, if we cannot control ourselves.

ONLY A MASSIVE FIGMENT OF MY SOLAR IMAGINATION; but, what if ‘global warming’ were a satellite program deliberately designed to heat up, with high frequency waves, the surfaces of the earth which contain resources yet difficult to get to. Often we send men and women into space, is it maybe to change the programming on the satellites to achieve the energy companies objectives? Who else but the energy companies (who also own the media companies) can afford to purchase and maintain these large space contraptions ? Can from these ‘star -ships’ (for what else are they?), other frequencies be broadcast that also heighten the risk of cancers and other re-branded tumours ?

…is deliberately by energy companies (who control and maintain the governments), a hole being ‘ray-gunned’ (Reagan, Mr. Star Wars himself), into our atmosphere to thin our ozone layer, steal more resources , and heighten the risk of diseases which would also fatten the pharmaceutical coffers ? Or maybe I just had too much Russian vodka last night……

‘Weather Machines and Warheads’ on the next Oprah .

I am not an enemy of capitalism, I like making, and earning money. I am an enemy of abject stupidity and blinding greed.

Remember, my Pushkin’s and Priscilla’s , it is not the size of the lion, but the size of the thorn.

We will always take a beat down on the way to our treasure, as thieves have set great store on our not getting anywhere near it. Take the beating, and move on, as these are but our pre-tax, and well worth the payment , once one awakens to the prize inside.

In truth, we nutcases, being so hard to crack, have to in effect be slowly prised from our shells, in order that the pearl of our spirits, can be coughed out of the oyster, and begin it’s new life , as freshly calcified creation. To bear witness to this, is the fullest purpose of our meditation.

Tigers earn their stripes, as do we, when we can shake it off, and just move on.

Striving is stressing, so just wait, and there it is !

Canyons exist between our word play, and our hearsay. But this coin remains, he that consumes his own heart, will always be at great pains. Though others may take the blame, our suicide is our shame.

It would be unnatural not to think from time to time my torture insane

It seems to serve a purpose, to consign by balance , afterthoughts against the grain

Which would otherwise choke the rising smoke, unchained, and tumbling like Jack

Down a rolling hill of Aberdeen, and carving out some to wither, in the settled fields of ‘sane’. I mean, what price has sanity, if not as well to be haunted, by what it perceives as vain?

The whisky, and the wine.

One you sip to heaven slowly,

The other when you are killing time.

This is the age of ‘Re-Branding’, even corporations are now in on the act. ‘Re- Brand’, why not?

One of Maestro Lennon’s contribution to lyric poetry, was knowing when the meaning of the word was important, and when only what the word sounded like , mattered.

…and when I sing;” She was the duchess of hallelujah”, You sing; “ But on Saturday night , she’d fool ya”, from my perspective, that’s all the call and response I need. It is from ‘Duchess’, an ‘Angels & Vampires’ situational.

This space reserved for investment analysts.

All in all the Italian state has been good to me, and I totally appreciate it.

Love me, love my ambition.

If it is worth dying for, it is just as easily worth living for.

New opportunities come, when we are ready to see ourselves, in a new light.

The less faith we need, the more faith we have.

If they could but separate us from our ambition, and use our talent instead, then they would be in heaven, but we would be in hell.

No fool who knows heaven, would trade it for hell.

You have asked me whether I felt more ‘Angel, or Vampire’. In truth , I am the beast that is both, but I am the beast, FOR you.

Vishnu exists to extend the flock, and Shiva to destroy the wolves.

I am a wholesale fan of Beppe Grillo, and what he is doing for his disaffected countrymen is necessary. Naturally, he, a ‘messiah’ (which simply means messenger, whether of ‘God’, or of the state), will be accused of being ‘ messianic’, as only ‘messiahs’ are afflicted with this particular burden. Most politicians are just jealous of him, not to mention the ruling families that own and control the politicians for themselves. People tend to accuse you of what they most believe of themselves, and the real ‘demagogues’, are the frightened public servants who exist in part to ensure that, like Master Grillo, no real true voice emerges from the ranks of the people, that by and large, the politicians are there to play to, but otherwise, ignore. It would be highly unlikely that a man is picked for a task, unsuited to their nature. If he is possessed of himself, that works, for what other type would be able to effectively move masses of others? We are grateful for the service of the self possessed, their work counts as well. Bravo Beppe !!!

The bin Laden- Bush tag team show is at it again. Great timing to coincide the anticipated Petraeus

Congressional testimony with promised new footage of Osama. Whoever is orchestrating this bullshit has to be given credit for his programming sensibility. It’s just that it stinks to high heaven.

‘A brotherhood’, has 2 hands, the one you never see, being used by the one you do. If you ask me, both gentlemen are being used by criminal masters of but one organism, seemingly divided into 2 , to pull more ‘wizard of oz- etry’ over our fearful, quaking eyes. The troops will stay in Iraq, until it is clear that we own them ,lock , stocks and oil revenues. If we fabricate a reason to go into Iran, it will be for the same reason , to control their reserves, while using the occupation to increase our presence in an area already totally compromised by British map makers. The Anglo alliance, the old Nazi’s under a re-branded banner, have a great deal to answer for, and a waterfall of blood on their hands.

I hate going down memory lane, there are always muggers waiting there.

I have had my eyes and ears trained on Ani DiFranco since the early 90’s. She has been a great inspiration to my business head. Since my struggles with the state began, and I urged by my ambition to go independent at the earliest possible convenience, Miss thing has been a step ahead, and a real pioneer. As I was ‘itching’ to do it, and be responsible for my own scene, she was already,” Been there, done that”. Thanx !

‘Til Death do us party !

It is with excitement that I continue drawing out the initial stages of this thing called ‘ POST MILLINNIUM ROCK’, this bastard child of the music that have nourished and tempted my soul towards compiling it into a ‘goulash’ , suitable for consumption. It is a great privilege to not have someone hovering over my head and bugging me about what ‘radio’ is looking for ( and then they would never take it to radio anyway), or what 2 guys named ‘ Moe’ were hoping to hear. I know better for me, what shall come through me, and what will keep me interested in my own breathing.

We don’t really know how much time we have, and I as of yet have no idea when making good music independently will be classified as a ‘terrorist’ threat, to our ‘terrorist’ establishment. Of course, once I commence recording, usually all manner of ‘Vampires’ jump out of the woodwork to distract me. These are our days, can you just repeat that, when necessary?

Working with a trio also allows me the space to deduce, what to reduce, and what the essentials are. These sessions are dedicated to delivering, not ‘productions’ ,but instead, ‘recordings’, and with whatever guile we may edge our presentation forward, we hope in the name of a good spirit to proceed.

Popular music owes a tremendous debt to maestro Brian Wilson. He freed production, as Dylan freed the words. He also composed melodies so achingly sweet, as to promote humility in the spirit of the listener, and questions of worthiness as to whether one deserved something so sublime. Though I have no forensic evidence, Beethoven would have loved him, as does any composer worth the price of a beer, anywhere from here to Timbuktu. Congratulations on his Kennedy Center Honour. He , our Master Wilson, is an American, and world landmark.

A really small plant can fit in this space !

I am still, even after all of these years, digesting what I have learned from Brian Wilson.

I learned a few things from the ladies, as a single man, but it took getting married before discovering in more depth and detail, a woman’s extraordinary attraction to ‘creams’. Pretty much for men, outside of a dependable hand cream, the only creams that matter to a man are on the inside of a donut, but for the ladies, life and it’s manifold secrets are inside different jars, and bottles of creams. Promise her anything, but the right bottle of cream will get a man as close to her moon as an astronaut. It is all about creams, especially after they hit 30.

She even buys me creams now. I wasn’t a cream guy before( a man tends to need a prescription, before he feels ok about a cream), but now (get this ), I HAVE 3 CREAMS TO CHOOSE FROM !

There should be an emergency meeting of the ‘Hetero Sapiens’ club to determine, the matter of the modern man, and the new challenge of creams. We got to get together, and get consensus on these things. I am not sure that this is a question that we can defer to those ‘Queer guys’.

It would also serve for purposes of clarification, the subtle differences between ‘ lotions’, and ‘creams’.

We look forward to the release of the new ‘CHEESES for JESUS project: ’O Lord, What’s that Smell?’. Available only on Mp3.

I am a fan of the work and talent of ‘Cesare Picco’. He is a fine musician, with some great ideas. Google his scene, and check out his ‘sito’.

The essence of ‘Post Millennium Rock’ is that it tells the truth, consequences be damned.

…or, consequences be blessed, you dig ?

A hall mark of the ‘confusionists’ is that you will always be offered more choices in direct proportion to how sure you are of your choice. The less sure you are, the fewer options, the more of your self you are sure, the more the devil offers to trade for it.

Peace does not come before the battles we fight to preserve space for it.

Who is willing to lay themselves upon their crucifix, overcomes it.

We do not bear the burden of our crosses alone, as often as not, our crosses bear us.

There is something for everyone brewed into the draught of ‘Post Millennium Rock’, but it will not come to you, you must come to it.

Only in recognizing the truth of our arrogance, can we honour the true depth of our ambition. Sure Icarus dive-bombed, but after all these years, we still remember him.

Heaven doesn’t wait, it can’t, so live now. It will be there when you get there, but it won’t wait for you.

Conflict is the mother of peace, and instability, the father of comfort.

Those at peace, have gathered many wits from those at war.

I am left wing when the right wing needs it, and right when the left requires. Mainly I sit in the middle, and try to monitor the passion of the participants in the game.

Nothing is life or death really, unless it all is. What it is ,is a game. One that you are invited to wake up to, and begin playing with new insight, and confidence. Which team you play on isn’t as important as the fact that you are playing for a team. Or solo, if that’s how it go. Big up and play, these are your times.

Meditate upon the difference in ‘earning’ money, and making it. It is easier to make it.

‘Earning’ money has emotional programming roots, so is a bit more complicated. Making money is free and clear of anything but the best instinctive intention, whatever has got to be done, will be done.

It is up to you whether your spiritual values be given more weight than your material ones. You are all spiritual beings (and great ones), you are all equally material, because I just saw you there picking your nose, and looking at it. You only honour your spirit more, by paying earnest attention to it’s material desires, and the miracles it lays down in it’s path, on the way to realizing them, not as the minds’ judgements, but as the spirits law, made manifest in time.

Every man has the wind at his back, when he favours his own opinion.

Trapped desires, judged, becomes disease.

We are never more mocked, than when denying ourselves who we really are.

The angry spiritual guru , is the one that never admitted to himself that he could have also been rich. The stingier a man is to himself, the more of life he will deny, then claim as victory, as validation of ‘spiritual’ strength. In fact ,only the weak in spirit deny themselves, what is true of their desires. You can dance with all the pretty girls, you can have all that you can fit into your imagination, spill over into your reckless and mobile life, which doesn’t have to be fixed, it can just be ‘etched’.

You kind of insult yourself looking for someone else to tell you who you are. That is the reason YOU are here, to hypnotise yourself into whatever hero you need to be, in order to get your fiction on , and your satisfaction with your fiction.


.. and never throw too much reverb at adverbs, or too much echo on syntax…

Ladies and Germans, ‘VELCRO BAND-AID’!

The only things really broken of us is our mirror, not ourselves.

A delicious mess sometimes our lives are, a delicate mess. It only matters that it is a productive mess, even a reductive one, and , indeed, all is well. All is well that leaves us with most of our teeth.

…and when , in due time , it is time to give up our teeth, still fight it down to the last tooth, a good tooth is worth a good dispute.

We are grateful for the presence of grace in our life, to have steered us away from our sure destruction.

We thank Margherita from our press office, for her dedication and service. ‘Grazie’!

It is not enough to believe in God, and draw miracles. You must also know that God believes in you, then notice all the cards start to turn in your favour.

You cannot ‘idolize’ God alone, and get the best from him. You must also rough him up a little, give him a good slap up from time to time, or he loses a little respect for you. Too much reverence, weakens the spirit. God is your father, know when to stand up to him.

Angels hear their own call, or they hear madness, there is no middle ground.

What Angels gain by graft, Vampires gain by blood.

Maybe they are schizophrenics, or maybe they are just busy.

Levels of corruption will always be highest, where levels of sleep are.

We are not alone in our dark spaces. We are simply in our dark spaces, feeling alone.

Demand better entertainment, and you will receive it.

You have more than enough artists willing to accept the challenge. Challenge the system to produce more that meets your mind.

….and don’t leave your idea of your mind, in someone else’s hands.

….something along the lines of ‘ pearls before swine’.

All music is ‘world music’, when it is aimed at the world.

All music is good news, that helps you bear your pain less heavy.

I have great and abiding respect for comedians , comedy professionals, and the just plain funny. Laughter is great medicine indeed and the older we get, the more laughs we earn. I learned to be funny, in order to escape beat downs, until I got bigger, and tough enough to fight back. A sense of humour is among our greatest friends, and a survival buddy, to the bitter end.

Do not worry a heavy heart. Just be with it. A heavy heart is a deep heart, and bears good fruit in time. Depression is incubation, new thoughts for tomorrow.

Born under the banner of our nation, there are those who bear it’s stars, and those who bear it’s stripes. The glory may come through it’s stars, but the blood flows through it’s stripes.

Those who hate children simply recognize that they are the little monsters who will become us.

There were plenty of mistakes made and blame to go around, but politics is what killed the music, the rest is spin.

I grew weary unto my death of the people holding me back in my last life, and bleeding him like a chicken. What was worse was losing my identity to identity thieves , who then had a greater , more vested interest in my name than I did. Just to get to my own thoughts and emotions required me to step lightly past guard dogs guarding my emotions and vibrations unless it upset others and their plans for MY energies. I am embarrassed now, that I waited so long to really fight back, and those people and their families and organizations, ought to be ashamed for their wickedness, and evil. The great drought of our industry is certainly, I can assure you, no coincidence.

This current life most frustrates those who would desperately love to control, and continue bleeding it for their own purposes. I am grateful to God, and all of her 8 billion names, for the chance for a new lease on life, and the freedom not to have to serve people whose greed outstrips their common sense, and with such foul and contemptible race attitudes. These people can make their own money , and find young, stupid niggers to serve them. I too, was once a young stupid nigger. (but I isn’t anymore).

I do not care that I am ‘polarizing’. I care that I am real. Who feels, feels. Who don’t can blow it out of their blog.

‘Q’ ratings are mind control tools to keep public and popular performers under control. Only idiots would take it seriously.

The people maddest at him for dying, were the same ones that killed him. Life is a bitch, and then they spell your name wrong in the obituary.

Greed is neither good or bad, ultimately it is useful, or Pandora would not have carried it in her purse. Excessive greed is the bane of our world. We require nothing more than the best that life has to offer. We require more, and more again, when we don’t have the best. Certain that you deserve it, life will speed to your life, tidings and offerings worthy of your self regard, and no more than you can comfortably digest, in any given life span.

Really greedy people give off a desperate stench, which one can actually smell. I love money. I just happen to love other things at least as much, if not more. Money will never be my master, she instead, is MY bitch.

In essence, our parents can’t fully become adults until we, their children have. We raise each other, and not just the one way only.

Working for positive greed can enhance your project. Negative greed destroys pretty much whatever it touches, and will mock it in the bargain. Whatever cannot directly and immediately be turned into coin, will be despised and discouraged by negative greed and it’s agents and ‘confusionists’. Most art falls into this last category.

I no longer care to be liked by everyone, in fact there is something distinctly un- masculine about wanting so desperately to be liked. It is not everyone’s karma to be ‘the likable guy’. Just, at all costs be real, and try not to be too big of an asshole in the process, and all should be well. There is no greater and more useless burden, than trying to maintain a high ‘likeability’ rating. In truth , people respect you more, if you just mind your own way, and leave others to theirs. The rest is just monkey training.

When ‘artists’ stop working for the ‘man’, and start working for the music, revival will begin, and a great one.

…. And yet, if I hear that someone that I like, likes me, I am like an overgrown child, giddy with spring and it’s constant threat of new love, and new friends. We are nothing at all , if not a huge contradiction that works. To paraphrase Master Walt Whitman, the American Moses; “If I contradict myself, then I contradict myself “. His mentor, the great Master R. E. Emerson said;” a foolish consistency, is the hobgoblin (ghosts) of little minds”. He also advised that we give each day, the rights of the day, and to adjust our thoughts, accordingly. If yesterday contradicts today, so what? Honour the rights (and the rites) of each day, and it’s octave, and vocabulary. Our morals are there mainly until we can figure out our next move.

Don’t just be that ‘spiritual’ person, be stealth as well, and yes Virginia, it’s OK if you are also ‘hornier’ than most. ‘Spiritual’ people probably are much hornier than others, but are mainly in denial about it. Make no mistake, a good responsible fuck, is about as heavenly as it can get in these fields.

A woman can only belong to you if you belong to yourself. Otherwise, she is on loan to you.

Marriage is a meditation the equal of anything a man can undertake.

…and it matters not how well you and your partner get along, or how compatible, it is still a call to awakening, and is still a process that requires your full and complete attention. For me, the key was
waiting until my fairy princess showed, who yet still understood that my first wife will always be the music, and her muses. Otherwise, a jealous woman, will tear your love apart.

Why is war necessary, when you can just buy stock in a country, and control it that way ?

They say that there is a fool for every person. Good. If you are the type of fool to send me a check for exactly 1770 euros a month for 3 years, then I would really appreciate it. In return, you get that special feeling of ‘satisfaction’.

A short poem.

It ought to be a law against profiting, while in office, from a war that you are conducting. But maybe that just makes too much sense.

…not to mention, a steady stream of dollars.

My ‘spiritual’ philosophy has evolved to a simple paradigm; Survive.

…and survive at all costs.

We are not moved by our challenges, as much as our challenges, and challengers are moved by us. A challenge is only a burden to the confused, to an awakened soul, a challenge is a call to a new law.

Just be mindful to accept your challenges and not others. We were designed to survive our travails, we were not designed necessarily to survive the mindset of others. A mind (yours), is a terrible thing to waste. Only the angels, and heartfelt prayer can replace a mind that has been destroyed by crime.

A new mind is a new life. Our brains we are born with, our minds we are given.

Who gives you your mind, controls it.

To accept responsibility for your own mind , is to accept responsibility for miracles.

Miracles draw closer to an open and fresh mind.

Who sees nature with a clear and open mind sees only spring, in all 4 seasons.

Commercial music has been robbed of all substance and light, so as to be used only as a ticket to ride for advertisers, and the trucks they sell. The irony is that better music would sell more trucks.

The economy was great around the Beatles and everything they touched, because the music was great. When the music suffers, and lies bleeding and in chains, it holds other parts of the economy hostage, until it gets better. Music is a spirit, a real living active energy field, most beloved of the angels, and when she is tortured, it would be powerfully naïve not to accept that there are avenging angels who love her dearly, and take full aim at her captors and killers. Music and it’s heart and purpose in the universe, is no small matter, and it’s importance to our spirits are as vital as water to our bodies, and the small, greedy minds who actually believe that they can control it are out of their minds, and the music that they pass off as music clearly reflects the depths of their ignorance and confusion. I support Mp3, because the angels told me to, Mp3 is (as my friend Enea pointed out ) the revenge of the spirit of music, and it’s all inclusive prerogatives.

The more the emphasis on the technology and equipment, the less the emphasis on the music. Music doesn’t need a high tech face lift, or the world’s best makeup artist, she just needs a simple red dress.

I no longer desire to be ‘produced’. I just want to be recorded.

A short Facebook profile could fit in here.

There are not really too many things that are bad, but there is much that is evil.

In fact you can co-exist with evil, if you choose and it is in some manner profitable for you. Just be clear that it is evil. Evil can be worked with but it cannot be changed.

The only way to check evil is to clearly see it for what it is. It is less evil in the face of truth, still, it was designed to be evil, and you were designed to be you. Walk completely away from all useless evil.

I once heard it said that the thing about dancing with a bear, is that you can’t stop when YOU get tired. It is much the same with evil, if you dance with it, make sure that the evil you dance with is no bigger than the evil you recognize within yourself.

The way children are used to exploit family law, and what is left of men’s rights within it’s realm borders on pornographic. When they are used as weapons, it kills a portion of their spirits for life.

It is easier to dance with evil, when the band is playing your tune.

If we have democracy at all, it is because we also have guns.

I once criticized the NRA, I think that they apologize for far too much stupidity, and thereby hurt their own cause. It should never be easy for anyone, but especially a probable idiot, to purchase a weapon of mass destruction, as guns also are. Yet, I am also willing to concede that with our government’s extreme distrust of it’s own citizenry, the only reason that Darth Vader and his ‘confusionistas’ haven’t found probable cause to treat us just like Asian street protesters is because they fear us, as well they should , as we have guns, and many irate and trigger happy citizens. We do not wish to be the servants of our government any more than the founding fathers wanted to be subjects of Britain, back in the day. We are our government and we know what we are like, and therefore we shall keep our guns, thank you very much. Guns do of course kill people, yet, bad policy kills far more.

The ‘appearance’ of things is the nature of ‘statecraft’.

The allegory of the Wizard of Oz, is all you need to know of ‘statecraft’. ‘Statecraft’ is all production, but no tune, or bigger , fresher production, but still the same old song. Generally it is thus, the bigger the production, the bigger the lie.

We are now living in the times that will rival the 60’s for impact, and excitedly tell our grandchildren, that we were there, and right in the thick of it.

I am not a dog person, but a dog admirer. No other beings teach unconditional love and support like they. You can be an atheist, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, a priest, a lesbian, you can even be a musician, or slightly worse, a mass murderer , and still, when you come home from a hard day of killing others, your dog is right there waiting for you, without judgements or commentary upon your person. A good dog will also help you worry, so as not to have to handle it all alone. Many dogs are sleeping angels, many cats are as well (a cat person, more I am ).

In the mornings, early, I can see 2 types of dog people, those who are walking their dogs, and those whose dogs are walking them. There is in particular a lady who I swear is led every morning by her dog to the coffee shop, while she sleepwalks. After they leave the bar, then she starts walking him.

The ‘machine’ that respects the laws of the ‘machine’, is much less of a ‘machine’ than the one that ignores them. We are more mechanical when we dismiss our mechanics, then when we claim them.

Dismiss nothing but your judgements.

Since most of us are in any event in a constant trance state (promoted by the state, and it’s various witch doctors), HYPNOTIZE YOURSELF ! Your responsibility is to keep your head space in the trance that most produces the results that you wish to see in your life.

Our parents generation were given the option to be a lover OR a fighter. We have no such choice available to us, in these greatly compressed times. We must therefore be both, lovers and their Yang kin, the fighters.

The problem with my Buddhist brethren in Myanmar isn’t the power of their prayers, or the effectiveness of their chants, but their visible lack of AK-47’s. We must be willing to fight for our peace, and even unto our deaths, or what are we? I will give up my will to live, before I surrender my will to pride. It is far better that my honour survives, if not my physical body.

Peace is like a field, which must be diligently cleared of weeds and deterrents to it’s autonomy, if that field is to produce yield. The one most at peace is he who has fought hard for it, and thereby understands it’s true value.

In any event, whatever a man’s religion, it is too faggy to wish only for peace. May a real man also ask to be furnished with good hard fights, and even a dusty brawl or two, to stay sharp, and ultimately, more neutral.

Knowing what to love, and what to fight is most of the purpose of our meditation. In the meantime, we usually cut our teeth fighting most what we love.

Were this war about peace, it would be one thing, but this war is only about a bigger ‘piece’.

A more pragmatic question is; why should the people support a war or foreign invasion if they are not being cut into the deal?

I don’t get sex with other men, but apparently some do. If the good Senators of the United States can just put together something good for the children, and their health, then they can have all the sex in airport bathrooms with other men that they want. Although I cannot imagine any other civilized white nation setting up silly stings like that (how common, base and intrusive), the Republicans bring it upon themselves by being so holier than thou and with all of their family soft glow bullshit. They are OVERWHELMINGLY homophobic, because there are far more of them supporting their ranks than we are allowed to know, and in fact look for ‘closeted’ gay men and women to support, so as to be able to tightly control them and the agenda, that they are hired to represent. Many of their marriages are for show and marketing, just as in faggot ass Hollywood. What appears, is not necessarily what is.

Only pirates fear pirates.

Whoever you believe is the greatest musician in the world, can only be the 2cd best. ‘Space’ is the best musician known to us. What to leave out, becomes as much a point of pride for a mature musician as what to put in.

I gratefully announce chapter 1 of ‘NIGOR MORTIS’:A Critical Mass, entitled (there they go with those entitlements again); “ DYING IS EASY, IT IS CONVINCING YOUR CREDITORS THAT YOU ARE DEAD THAT IS HARD”. Songs are: ‘If I Just Stay with You’, ‘These Stones’, ‘The Lost Highway’ ‘A Wife Knows’, and ‘Cowboys and Injuries’. We hope you enjoy our presentation, no harm at all was intended, and no industry executives were hurt, maimed, tortured or injured during the recording process. All instruments are real, and all time is relative, as life herself is.

Between Rigor Mortis and ‘Vigor’ mortis lies ‘Nigor Mortis’. I know what it is like, when death arrives, the hammer comes down, and ‘Nigor Mortis’ sets in.

I would like to thank, and profusely (rhymes with Bruce Lee), ‘Il Conte’, Enea Bardi, and Matteo ‘Liam’ Sandri, for their assistance and good vibes during the recording of Chapter 1. May your Gods and spirits bless and keep you.

This is a buffering wall, separating Jews from the Palestinians.

All songs were written, produced, arranged and performed by me and Sananda, and was engineered by Matteo Sandri and Enea Bardi, and was mixed by the 3 of us, as well as the ‘fish’. We were grateful for the presence and participation of the ‘Fish’. I would like to dedicate these recordings to you and to Saint Gabriel, a real good friend of the music and its cause.

The future of recording is in Italy. Mock this at your peril.

When ‘organized crime’ ran the music business, the music was better. Now that ‘clean organized crime’ runs it (i.e. the corporates), it sucks completely.

When ‘the Mob’ ran the biz, at least it had more heart.

‘Hostile Takeaway’!

Over a billion Chinese! That’s a lot of takeaway meals.

Apparently, an Indian takeaway is big in China.

Get involved with absorbing ‘BEN’S BROTHER’, a great young singer – songwriter who, despite being an Englishman, is actually a wonderful talent. His songs have also been covered by others. What are you , mean?

The great blessing of England , are it’s Celts.

…which is naturally why the Brits have dominated them forever, they are the true lifeblood of those isles. Here’s to the Welsh, the Scots, and my kin blooded Irish, who are the soul and salt of whatever floats there that is not total B.S.

My new young soul is not yet mature enough as new growth , to come back into England. The memories of my last rites there are still too vivid and fresh, my chastisement too horrific. I literally get physically sick, whenever I have been forced by the law to attend another political ‘spanking’, to satisfy the British lust to contain anything non-Anglo with power, which it does not control outright. She has been a brutal beast of a bitch to me, and I see no reason to subject this life to the bruises and battle scars of the last. TTD gave his sincere life and ‘schtick’ to those people, who then, as soon as he rose from life, sentenced him to death, and their own peculiar form of mockery. Life is far too short, and Europe far too fair, that I should step back into a heckling sea of resentment , for having survived my crucifixion, got wise, and moved to higher ground. Life for me here in Milano, is a far simpler proposition, than it ever was for me in the 2 main Anglo conclaves of Britain and America. Artists here, even in the age where America and Britain control much of European exchange, is more rewarding, because the culture itself values all art, as a fundamental part of how they know and feel themselves, and as a cornerstone of great and lasting culture. In America, they shoot spit balls at you , and tax you out of the wazoo. In Britain , the media is used to assassinate you. Plus, to top it all off, the food here is the envy of the rest of the world, and serving it is still considered as noble an art form as any. I am deeply grateful to have found a home here, despite certain figures in the American power base asking their ‘business’ allies to make sure that I did not come here and raise energy. I only came here to use my small pension (what of it which was not stolen), and make the music that the Angels themselves assigned to me. If I make additional monies, I am happy. If I can but discharge my responsibilities to Heaven’s music department, I am equally happy. All I have ever wanted was the chance to prove my work the equal of any one’s , on it’s own Solar terms, and without a deafening Greek chorus thumping my balls.

As much as simple and inexplicable stupidity, racism and it’s Anglo fathers killed music.

….but, Mp3 is helping to usher it back in. And we praise Shiva for his tender mercies, many real people need and cherish real music.

London is full of more evil than the rest of England combined.

Fans of Senator Barack Obama might wish to take a look at his sporting doppelganger, JUVE’S great David Trezeguet.

So far, my wife is backing Obama, and I am leaning slightly more towards Madame Hills. Either one would be historic. Maybe they will team up , on behalf of the greater good. There is no way that I would like to see the first non- white president follow this current White House, hell no. The next term, is booby trapped, and Madame Hills, at least has the requisite political connections to handle all of the crap that the Republicans, and their politics of meanness, will throw at the next occupant. I would prefer to see the young, vibrant Senator serve some V.P. time, get some experience, and place himself in a position to inherit much of the valuable capital he would, should he tuck his pride and purpose under the Clinton ‘brand’.

…a doodle doo!
If I can
Just find my way
Out of all of this,
I’m sure that I’ll be fine!

I hope that this pipe doesn’t start leaking!

With all due and lasting affection and respects to Smokey Robinson, and Bob Dylan, America’s greatest songwriter is the immense Hank Williams. Once his songs get into your spirit, they don’t leave, but linger and dwell. Whatever our judgements of his life, like Sam Cooke, ‘ol Hank was an Angel of mercy, sent to share his songs with the world. Like Bob Marley, Williams was bigger than a musical genre, and all over the world, even in Africa, and India, wise fools know the songs (or two ) of the grandmaster of American ‘songsmanship’, and a genius beyond his time, Maestro Hank Williams.

Of course Jim Morrison had to die. He was a bona-fide liberator, and to the establishment, all real liberators, are ‘nigors’ of the highest rank, whatever colour uniform heaven, asks them to wear, skin-wise. A tremendous and original poet was he (though I do hear McClure a little), and one of the most riveting singers of all time, with one of the world’s memories coolest voices.

He was also a genuine ‘shamen’ who really moved energy. There were at least 2 bona-fide geniuses in ‘THE DOORS’. And at least 2 other truly great musicians.

You could even hear Maestro Sinatra’s influence on Morrison.

As an incarnation of the energy field of DIONYSUS, Morrison didn’t need to live long. Generally when the immense earth spirit, and friend of humanity’s, Dionysus takes a human form and life, he prefers to get in, get out and go back home. There are even real , true Mount Olympian Gods, who would rather perish outright than spend time on earth. There are Mt. Olympians who even despise earth and her people. Dionysus however isn’t one of them, he just never needs more time than he needs to leave his fresh fingerprints upon the belly button of humanity. The 60’s saw quite a few Olympians gunned down , one way or another.

Gods are also capable of being assholes, and learn good manners in time, like everyone else.

I am an ‘idol worshipper’, it is one of my consistent ‘sins’. I venerate my Gods, and even adore a few humans . It is in my nature, and is bigger than me.

Love is among the most abused terms of life, it cannot possibly mean the same to everyone. We love as we do, and recognize. Haggle with another over your definition of love, and you lose your love.

The more love I have, the more love I have learned to reserve.

I have learned to respect at all costs, the shape of my love.

I was once powerless to control my love, and could not always handle it’s team of horses. Now, they do not move at all , without checking with me first, and reaching consensus.

Uncontrolled, and misguided love , is more disastrous than hate.

God bless the young he’s and she’s whose love is bountiful, and abused.

27 is another mystical number (like 23), and belongs to Dionysus.

9’s in all forms, assumes the law of Dionysus.

Not all Gods are ‘spiritual’ masters. Some wouldn’t touch it even if it paid well.

2 others that I venerate as literal Gods, pulling earth duty, in each their time and way , were Thelonius Monk, and Charles Mingus. Brainwaves dance in the presence of these masters great works.

I would like to acknowledge the help of Saint Gabriel, for his guidance , love and musical sensibility. I thank God (the one, not the many), for his grace and service to my cause. St. G is a wonderful friend to musicians, and the hardships unique to them.

Saint Francis of Assisi is also a great saint for music, as is Saint Antonio, and Catherine of Siena.

All music is poetry to them , and all poetry, music.

The basic difference between a God and a Saint (although they do converge at times), is that a Saint would try to save the young lady by prayer, and meditation. The God would just fuck the young lady, and try and heal her that way.

… now that I recall, I believe that the god William Blake had a wonderful little poem about an Angel who comes down and steals a praying man’s girl, while they both sit beneath a tree. Time is still catching up to Master Blake.

I am a fan of the directorial view, and sensibility of the young film director CLEMENT VIRGO. Goog his scene, if interested.

Once your life becomes surrounded by people who know better than you, your life, dump them, or they will ruin it, and charge you for the trouble. There is nothing more pathetic than a man’s life being ruled and controlled by others, whosoever they or he be.

A life, if God and life itself are trusted, assumes it’s own shape. It’s shape is the space you inherit, to live out the greater portion of your dream.

The Buddhists need an army. Chanting, I know is very effective. Even more effective are bullets and chanting.

I learned the hard way , the value of meanspiritedness. Thank God, or the bastard’s would have taken everything.

TTD was Vishnu’s boy, to his heart. Sananda belongs body and soul to Shiva, and Maitreya to Brahma, and it sometimes scares me how fearless and ruthless both of these Trinitarians are, in pursuit of the blueprint’s aims.

Nothing confuses Gods quite like rules, which is why they largely ignore them.

Even one of my all time heroes, the great intellectual Master J. Krishnamurti, found Los Angeles a very difficult town, and largely avoided it, after he found his few friends there. I felt ‘quarantined’ the whole time that I laboured there, and prayed my most fervent prayers to leave when my karma allowed, and to leave it hopefully in one piece. One of two was what I got. I was given leave to leave, but certainly not in one piece.

The character of Yoda, in the Star Wars films was admittedly by it’s author based on J. Krishnamurti, and his cool, cosmic draught of insight.

Be careful who you give your body to, for who you give your body to, you give your mind as well, and good pussy, even the best, is not worth trading a good mind for.

A man too long a ‘playboy’ loses his mind.

Although I am not a Jew (at least that I know of, my bloodline so far has been full of surprises), I too sit ‘Shivas’. It’s just that for me , it is ‘CHIVAS REGAL.’

I am also a fan of master OSHO , who was a devil after my own heart.

…he was ‘ostracized’ in America, as the Baghwan Shree Rajneesh, he of the many Rolls Royces !

I have also been ably assisted from time to time by the Lord P. Yogananda, and wish to thank him for his insights and timely reminders. These are among our all stars, ready sentinels on the alert, to serve, lift, and inspire. I am as well, a major fan of Saint Francesco of Assisi, who is also a good friend to the music in us all.

An Angels work is guaranteed to be marked by controversy.

Learning to love for me was easy. Learning to hate was very hard.

Now that I am no longer beneath the tyranny of my eternal love, I love with more wisdom, and hate with more passion.

SANANDA’s PRAYER: O GOD, grant me the wisdom to know when sobriety is the greater law, and when drunkenness is.

I am not yet finished stretching the wings of my wrath, upon my assassins. Vishnu turns the other cheek for fools, Shiva simply obliterates them.

Superman’s strength was not in his cape, but in his tights.

Batman’s strength, is in the depth of his anger, and his use of it as a meditation.

Superman was a god revealing his humanity, Batman a human remembering himself as a god.

If my veneration for Hank Williams or anyone else is a problem for you, please contact Vice Prez Cheney, somewhere in a bunker beneath the White House. He handles all of my stuff now.

‘Star Wars’ was both out history, and our present. I work for ‘Skywalkers’ squad, body and spirit. The force, if not the publicity is most certainly with us.

Even evil can be admired if it is firmly convinced of itself.

Vice Prez’s voiceovers will now be handled by James Earl Jones.

Mel Blanc was unavailable for the voiceover of the President.

Mel Blanc was pure genius.

Leo Fender, a true hero to me, was not just a great guitar and amp maker. He left an indelible stamp on the entirety of world culture. It is almost nigh impossible to imagine the 2cd half of the 20 th century, without him. He helped to raise the quality, and values of a whole era of music, and her minions. He was one of the many incarnations of the great Buddha, Gautama.

Buddha would grow bored, and witless, only taking ‘spiritual’ lives. Service to humanity is service to God, whatever your service, and it’s sacrifices. Every time any guitar player in the world (including Bass), plays a Fender, Leo is there, teaching.

… and loving every minute of it.

I had an uncle who was the spitting image of Leo, as a brown man. My affection, and appreciation for Master Leo, is boundless.

..That same uncle, gave me my first guitar, at the age of 7. It was an old acoustic number, but almost as big as me, so I gave it back, until I was ready. The older I get, the more I miss and appreciate that great spirited uncle, HOWARD ROGERS, who looked like a cross between Eisenhower as a brown man, and the guy on the box of Uncle Ben’s rice. He had a wonderfully sweet, quiet, and strong nature. Most importantly, I could feel his and my Aunt Sarah’s love and affection for me, and they were truly beautiful people. What hardships they knew, they kept, with dignity to themselves. Me? I’m a ‘Screamer’.

Once I got out of America, I was able to resume guitar without people hissing at me.

Who knew guitar was so political ?

My uncle Howard lived in NEW SMYRNA BEACH FLORIDA. To this day Daytona Beach, and New Smyrna are the most delightful of what positive memories I have as a child. God bless New Smyrna, and Daytona, they were both very good to me, once upon a time, in that last turmoil filled existence.

One man’s reincarnation, is another man’s resurrection.

Some of the ‘anti-terrorist’ measures, are in and of themselves terrorizing, and leave many question marks around our civil liberties.

As per adopting globalizing methods and trends, it would be unwise to accept the whole package, as otherwise we won’t have the right to argue with our captors even what food is. Once liberties are lost, they are hardly regained without a struggle. It is important to remember that if you are going to half house a horse, which half to leave outside. While one half of a horse may be trained, the other half will always obey it’s primal nature.

I live to inspire, and to be inspired.

To an elder statesmen of the French Rock culture, I was obliged to withstand an attack on my use of Sananda, and of Maitreya. I was queried as to whether I was aware that I had the ‘audacity’, the ‘temerity’, to name myself (in his mind), after both Jesus, and Buddha. I informed him that as my pain was that great, and as I was that desperate for soul reform that, yes, I took all of the possible insurance that I could get, and anyway, what is it to you? Can’t a nigger be named after 2 Gods? The great irony was that his photographer’s name was ‘Christopher’. I then pointed out to this prosecutorial minded gent that if he were upset at me, better to be equally upset with all of the people in the west named after Christ (i.e. Christine, Kristof, Christiana, etc.), and that in the Americas, every 4 th mofo is named Jesus, however they pronounce it, and that in India, and parts thereof in Asia, Sananda is as common as ‘nan’ bread. Not relenting, I then pointed out that it is our western tradition to pin the name of the saints on our populace (all of the Peters’, Pauls’, and Marys’), and that the Muslims did the same, why wasn’t he busting a Muhammed’s balls about being named after their Jesus? Was he going to go after Jewish men who had the fortune of carrying the name of Moses, or was his wrath only reserved for me? He seemed to cool his ardour for accusation after realizing that it didn’t matter anyway what he thought, ain’t nobody gonna turn me around, and I pointed out to him that it was really his problem, and not mine. I am proud to wear the names of my ‘spiritual’ superstars, guides (as they are for whoever claims them), and friends. Sananda came to me in a series of dreams, while it was Yoda himself (who was but a caricature of our great buddy , J. Krishnamurti), who suggested to me to use Maitreya as a last name, since Krishnaji was aided mightily by Lord Maitreya, who he felt could be a crucible minder for me. I will never , but ever apologize for doing what I had to do, however extreme, to save my life, and move it on to higher ground.

O my God! Did he just say that , HE TALKS TO KRISHNAMURTI ? Yes , Virginia, he did. He says that Krishnaji is not dead, he is just no longer eligible for jury duty. When and why he decided to leave behind the relative limitations of his physical body, is his own affair. I cannot talk to the dead, but I can talk to, and receive guidance from the multiple vaults of the living. Every man, or beast who has carried his Gods’ love deep within him, whoever she may be , is promised the gift of eternal life. If therefore any Christ is dead, the word of God is a bold faced lie. God has slapped me up a few times , but has never lied to me. I also maintain distant humours with the ‘controversial’ Osho, and can attest to his wicked sense of humour, and his perennial wisdom, and am occasionally elbowed in the ribs from time to time by ‘Gurdjieff’, that I not forget who I am. I dare say as well that I can still hear the voice of Miles Davis from time to time, who was as great a ‘spiritual’ master as any, serving where he was placed, to advance the will of grace, and it’s love for humanity.

Neither is John Lennon really dead, and can be reached, as any God can.

What survives of any spirit is generally, if nothing else, their sense of humour. Humour is a vehicle that can contain all condensed wisdom, pathos, tragedy, and joy.

As much as anything, it is our basic survival instinct.

I informed the elder of French ‘Rockocracy’, that one of the first things that Master Miles said to me was that a leader either was or wasn’t, and couldn’t lead and look over their shoulder at the same time. He informed me, that the “only way to survive the bastards is not to listen to them”.

Despite our rows of the past, and my upcoming graduation, I would like to thank publishing giant EMI, for the education, and the respect shown to the situation, since we ironed out our ‘misunderstanding’. What I know of ‘Maitreya’ is that he never forgets kindnesses , and favours done unto him, and no doubt positive mojo remains with those who throw flowers and not stones. I also know that even me punching him, seems to do me no favours, though sometimes, punching him seems contagious.

In the name Maitreya, is also the not too cleverly concealed form of the Divine mother (O Divina ), MATER NOSTRA. So Yes, Virginia, you could say that I really made sure to cover my ass as extensively as allowed by higher law.

It is hard to ‘tone down’ your truth without losing it. Only if aware, ‘tone down’ the bullshit, of which there is much.

The great Surfers are all Buddhas.

A healthy diet, balanced, must also include a portion of ‘junk food’. Some ‘junk food’ is actually good for the mind.

Remember, one mans’ plaza, is another man’s palazzo.

Sometimes, if I am feeling a little ‘petulant’ (I do petulant well ), I reply to the who do you think you are to name yourself after Gods, with “ who are YOU to question it? It usually throws the accuser off balance a bit. It works, to answer accusations of grandeur, with simply more grandeur.

There are many ‘buddhas of culture’, some brave ones are even religious. I am asked frequently if I am a Buddhist. I am not , I am a Buddha. Many of us there are, although very few are stupid enough to actually name themselves, as that.

Controversy is in fact the oldest friend I have.

What the great Buddha, Maestro L. Pavarotti showed, as much as anything, is what fantastic songwriters Masters Puccini and Verdi were. These authors should be required listening for anyone daring to call themselves songwriters. These gents really knew how to write, and structure a song. In times of rejuvenation, a lot worse choices can be made by a man , than to sit with a bottle of red, and absorb the music of these buddhas of culture.

My next closest friend after controversy is most certainly ‘hubris’. I have always identified with the legend of Prometheus, and he is in fact, my favourite ‘fictional’ figure of Greco-roman history. He stole fire from the Gods, and gave it to humans, whereupon the Gods of Mount Olympus whipped his ass for so long, Zeus had to intervene to call the ‘dogs’ off. Zeus then determined that ‘Promo’ simply had to be a fully fledged God, as only a fully formed one could withstand the beatings of a whole mountain of deities. His story bears close resemblance to the stories of the infant Mercury/ Hermes, who so pissed off the great God Apollo, that Apollo threatened Zeus that he would kill the young star, unless he stopped stealing his cattle and other goods. Zeus agreed to ‘interview’ the infant Hermes (long before he started making those scarves) , and after having spoken to him, told the master Apollo that the way Mercury spoke to even he, the God of all Gods, and what he said of Apollo, and what he, Mercury assumed of his own rights, could only mean that he was in fact a great God himself, as no human in their right mind would ever steal from a god as great as Apollo, or ever speak to the father of the gods himself, as did the yet juvenile Hermes. Zeus ordered Apollo to embrace Hermes as the better part of valour, and informed Apollo that he had decided to grant the hubris minded youth, his full and complete rights as a God. Initially incensed, Apollo decided to trust the wisdom of the father, and not act instead like (ouch!), A Chicken.

Yes, Virginia , Mercury did return all of Apollo’s (loco) cattle and other goods, after he had made his point, and inherited his own titles and lands. He became a trusted fave of the older Gods, tired of travel, and all of the graces lost in translation.

These writings dedicated to awakening Buddhas’ and Christs everywhere, and to our various Muhhameds, Pauls, Jesus’s, ‘Moishes’, and Marias’ all across the globe, and space time. The planet is warming up because you are.

I am a fan of the Lennox ‘brand’. So am looking forward to hearing miss Annie’s upcoming project’ Songs of Mass Destruction’ (great title! ). Most of what is heard on the radio would more qualify as ‘songs of mass distraction’. Miss Annie was one of the few British stars who didn’t try to fuck me behind my back, and was genuinely helpful to my spirit shortly thereafter my political murder. She is also even sexier in person. Blessings and sweetmeats to her. She always delivers a dependable and soulful, earnest product.

A mollusc once lived here.

I am an admirer for a long time of RADIOHEAD, ever since ‘CREEP’. I follow with keen interest their doings, comings and goings, and am proud of their commitment to their integrity as they feel it. Their ‘business model’ is a keeper, and along with the other bands making the full plunge into the new world, an inspiration for the others who look up to them and wish to be guided towards their own destiny. I am constantly told by journalists apologizing for the old system that it is harder to introduce new music this way, but then again, it has always been hard. This way, of the ‘net, is a lot less racist, sexist and predictable. This way builds an economy, and doesn’t only exploit one. With belief and patience, a band can build a true identity and following. Just as in the old economy, once upon a time, it still takes good songs, and a little charisma, and mystique doesn’t hurt either. It still helps tremendously to have a giants’ belief, and incredible hubris. WHO DARES WINS.

I am grateful to have been a part of a real music revolution, and to see us , along with others, having moved the chains that bound us. I was asked by Heaven’s music department to play my role, to take part, and I withstood a mighty ‘beatdown’ in the process, it was all but guaranteed. So too shall my reward be all the sweeter for my willingness to drink the blood that flowed from the cuts in my mouth. Our bruises are not bruises, but badges, our scars are nought but stripes.

I am always amused that the central tenet of Christian doctrine, is to be more like Christ, then the predictable crucifixion that results from the attempt. I don’t think that they are looking for more Christ’s really, just some more fools to exercise their wrath on. All religions need fresh horses to beat , right before they eat them.

I admire the work of the authoress, ZADIE SMITH. Great writing to me is as great as great sex(although you do have to be over 40, to say something like that ).

At 45, I am now older than over half of my musical and artistic heroes. At 45, I can now understand more fully, why they never made it this far. The music profession is as big a murderer as any army could be. And then there are the people close to you, who benefit most from your demise.

My confrontation with the old ‘Rockocracy’, included my reply that if honest, they simply were colonial minds who found it hard not to see me controlled by others, others likeminded as they. Who needs to be controlled, if not them ?

While I fight, I live !

I also remind people that Bob Dylan has already been through his Maitreya initiation, in a different way, but the same way still. Just for picking up an electric guitar, he was accused of ‘heresy’, and of ‘confusing’ people. Fans threatened to boycott his music, and he even received death threats. Simply for moving on to a more powerful form of expression, for him, and for forging a new sound, and a new vision.

He too was accused of ‘artistic suicide’, as I have been.

The government will see those as enemies, who see that the government itself is our enemy.

I used to date a dancer friend of Jenny’s when she was a dancer on ‘In Living Colour’. Only a Goddess could have metamorphesized into the world icon that Madame Lopez became, through sheer force of will, graft and hard work. Luck finds easier those who work hard to earn their luck. I am proud of her. Go J-Lo !

Likewise, the great golfers are buddhas.

When war profiteers take office ( and they did in fact ‘take’ it), do we expect peace to break out ?

Remember when Rock had actual balls, and would speak out ? These same war profiteers were all in positions of power and authority when John Lennon was killed.

My wife’s love lifted me. Blessed is he who finds the right love. Tortured is he who finds the wrong love.

Call me sentimental but I think that the stench of hypocrisy towards professional athletes stinks to high heaven. They all ‘cheat’, and our ‘win or you suck’, ‘there is no honour in 2cd place’ mentality insures that they will , and the we ourselves are far more medicated than were our forebearers, who themselves were pillheads and cokeheads by other more medical names. It should be in a ‘free’ society, an athletes right to medicate towards their best possible effort, certainly within reason. Cups of coffee also enhance certain types of performance and quicken the mind yet, that is allowed. Growth and strength medicines ought be allowed, of course it is about performance enhancement, just as surely as it is about ratings. Sporting commissions and their broadcaster apologists are entirely and completely full of shit. Marion Jones was still the best of her time, and they were/ are all doing it. When will we grow up? In the meantime, we pretend not to notice a beautiful soft faced woman morph into a man’s visage until AFTER the piss comes back from the lab. Barry Bonds, Big Red, and Sosa still hit more homers and caused more excitement than all of their competitive brethren, some luckier, and more skillfull at avoiding detection than others, and face it, major League Baseball protected some better than others. It moved my spirit to see what the penis fondling Senators did to ‘Big Red’, Mark McGwire, after he almost single-handedly lifted the lame, and withered game on his broad back like Atlas, and invited fans asses to rekindle their familiarity with seats in ballparks. The integrity of the game my ass. We have become those little dick persons who would invite Atlas to hold up our heavy world, and then, after our faith in it has been restored, ask Atlas to piss into a cup, and subpoena him if he takes offence. We treat our heroes like shit. I wish that Mickey Mantle had found a way to extend himself. I am no less likely to ‘enhance’ my own performance, if it helps me raise more fully my spirit. As a viewer, and fan, excuse me but I WANT to see the greatest most inspired performances that I can. Let’s not even begin to go into the world’s museums, and remove all of the masterpieces that came from ‘performance enhanced’ artists. We are choking on our own crap, which is why it remains so hard to move our world past our own bull turds. Generally owners are a weak and useless lot. These are professional gladiators, and within reason, we should just shut up and look the other way.

Sometimes, these writings come at the expense of pain. There are a group of ‘monitors’ who scour the network for everything that I say or do, and do what they can to confuse and dissuade . They pretend to not know what is going on, yet virtually live on my website looking for any info that they may be able to take advantage of. After each posting, for a few days afterwards, I can feel negative counter energy aimed at all concerning me , but largely aimed at my spirit. O what life we ourselves forfeit, in trying to deny others their God granted rights. I have moved on, and the same assholes who killed the last incarnation, are the same dragons begging me to help dig him out of his grave, his winding sheet. They will not even let his dead body rest in peace. I am often loathe to announce things, knowing that for days afterwards, an ill, farting wind will blow into my face. Yet , were I not capable of turning this stagnant water into champagne, my Lord would not have asked me to pull my duty in these fields, and to walk amongst my killers, with a new joy, and new ideas for my soul’s completion and fulfilment. We are not slaves, we have only for a spell been hypnotized into believing that we are, and are here for others’ edification, and not our own. I will never give up, never give in. I have already announced that they will have to kill me again, as I recognize but the voice of one driver, and that is the voice of my destiny, and it’s designer, Lord Maitreya. The ‘confusionists’ have had their day, and systematically suffocated the shit out of a life it murdered slowly out of jealousy, and the need to control what there was of his solar consciousness. We are Russian dolls. All that they did was to remove one layer of the onion, to expose the fresh rights of the next. Then they started crying about it.

I enjoyed very much these books by NAOMI KLEIN : ‘The Shock Doctrine’, and ‘No Logo’. The signs of the times are there to be read for those who wish to remove the blinders.

Most ‘surveillance’ is there to give the state the idea of who is aware of how crooked and corrupt they are. They are the ones terrorising the rest of us. The ‘image’ of AL-QAEDA, is that they work for doctrine. The truth is that they work for dollars, and whoever pays them. I sometimes in Switzerland, see the same ‘enemies’, breaking bread together and laughing at the rest of us. It is a game, using fear, and as Naomi Klein points out, shock, to control and weaken our minds, and to keep the game rolling on.

Most ‘terrorism’ is state sponsored to keep the public afraid of the people that they themselves profile and designate as the ‘terrorists’. And to keep us under the armpits of Big Brother, and his growing private army.

The old Piscean rubbish will not fool the Aquarians. Aquarians are gifted to see through deceptions much easier than most, and we have transferred ourselves firmly into the age of ‘Aqua’. We are here to introduce, and direct, new law. So far , so good.

As soon as I find out who has been stealing some of my work (I know that it has corporate origins), me and my lawyers are going to have a field day chewing big holes into thieving lazy asses. I cannot wait for that fight, and my dick is hard for it. The days when we looked the other way are long washed down the river. These days we fight, then we fight, then after a small wind break, we fight some more. And with a leering grin upon us , that we may just in fact be enjoying it.

Thank you to the passionate Australian supporters who have spread the good and kind word about our DVD. Likewise to the Danes. Lord Maitreya never forgets those who help out his soldiers, and who proffers bananas, and not knives. I owe my survival to Lord Maitreya, as well as a debt to Master J. Krishnamurti, for suggesting that I adopt him as a guide and mentor. Besides, I actually like his name, it’s kind of cool, and one hell of an insurance policy, as when I die, I die in him, and not in confusion, on the way to someone else’s hell.

A journalist asked me if I were looking for ‘followers’. No. I am looking for sales.

…besides, no one will kill you faster than your followers.

Our good buddy, J. Krishnamurti, was but another of the many service lives of the great blue God, Lord Krishna. Like Lord Jesus, he was beaten hard for his refusal to carry the torch of someone else’s religion, and the suffocating weight of other’s interpretation of tradition, and all of that palaver. For close to 20 years after he renounced the order set up to promote him as ‘the World Teacher’, those same promoters of him as a Buddha, turned against him, and tore him a new hole. He simply suggested that universal truths cannot be told, but must be discovered by you, and in your own time, if no one else’s. He too was greatly aided in his sincere quest by Maitreya, who exists for this purpose, and for everyone who petitions his grace. He is as available to Christians, as well as Atheists, bankers bakers, and toilet roll makers. He is Hindu friendly, not at all averse to Jews (though he is helping me get over my wounds from them), and loves to get involved in the muck of our lives should we but ask. It is not his fault if you feel unworthy, nor does he care at all for creating more religions and doctrines. He is a ghost, and available, or not, as you choose . He loves his Buddhists, he adores his Catholics, but stays well away from those frightened of him, like most sensible black men tend to do.

Another helpful Angelic figure (ask Maestro C. Santana), is the immense and magnificent METATRON. It was he who was once, the biblical ELIJAH.

Legend says that the Archangels were so taken by his struggles, service and sacrifices, that upon the end of his series of lives, he was graduated, and made not only a permanent angel, but the recording angel/ secretary to the rest of the Gods (archangels, who are the Architect Angels of Form ). What a cool name, Metatron!

Surviving a beatdown, and a tug of war over your consciousness will often result in the discomfort known as ‘Bi-Polar Disorder’. The mind has literally split in two, over demands that it’s consciousness be contained and controlled, and therefore it is a disease that mainly affects rebels and non conformists. Master Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that “ Who would be a man, must be a non conformist “.

Once a mind has been split in two, it is then encouraged to fight against itself, and very few humans can survive this fight, and soar. When we turn our anger against ourselves, we have accosted our deadliest enemy.

Not that our votes would be counted anyway, but my house leans more for Obama on the female side, and more for Madame Hills’ on the male side. I cannot imagine a non Caucasian following this current gang of racist thieves, they would do the old colonial trick of making sure that he inherited such a mess, as to easily discredit his service. I think for following these gents and their apologists, Madame Hills’ has the requisite connections, especially since her venerable Hubby, the former Prez, golfs with The Puppetmaster himself, Lord Bush, the Elder. Who, in my history on earth, has certainly been no friend of mine.

The ‘Octopus’ is real, no doubt, but I am an ‘8’, by birth, so we are a good match for one another. I inherited ‘9’, as a part of my service. A word to the wise (and the just plain nosy).

I am swayed by Madame Hills’ singular fixation on her goal, and as well swayed by her chance to make history (as I am by young maestro Obama). It is incumbent upon the next Commander in Chief, to know where the bodies are buried. We need a President as Dominatrix, and who will hold accountable, the men who have robbed us of all that is viable and real, though certainly , before they leave office, deals will be cut and made. Even returning us to the ‘illusion’ that we are a nation , is better than the balding bean counters destroying all of our credibility and restraint.

Moses was not always proud of his spelling, but neither was Aaron.

Your head could probably use a dose of the TALKING HEADS’, ‘Remain In Light’. Pure genius this project is, and intended or not, it moves the soul.

I am a large fan of the maestri of this seminal group.

We say sayanara for now, we have other words to caress. Thank you, my boon companions.

We are not enemies of the right wing, to borrow an old cliché, I have friends who are on the right. Sananda has been blessed to see the value of at least 2 strong wings, and how they are meant to cross support one another. I am more a supporter of good ideas than a monolithic political view. What is true however is that the elders of the Republicans have turned it into a terrorist organization, especially where consciousness and it’s aims are concerned, and particularly they have made it their business to lock me out of mine. These winded, huffing and puffing bullies ( far too much of the former, and not nearly enough of the latter), have made sure to tear apart so much that once nourished us, and have an attitude as outdated as their racist worldview, and as grand as their greed, which is formidable in its’ appetite, and always primed for destruction. The right wing in America differs from almost all other rightists everywhere else in its avarice and lack of anything resembling heart, and the party deserves to suffer its’ current slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Al-Qeada has never cost me anything but the Bush (the Elder) led Republicans and its’ culture of death, has cost me already a life, and therefore according to the laws of karma, which announces itself to us all, they owe me a life in return. Whether I collect the balance on this side of life or the other, I will not rest within my boundless spirit, until I receive what I am due, and have not the slightest doubt that I will.

…And all the attackers sent against my good name will have no dominion , or alter even one syllable of my cause. The literary giant of world literature, OMAR KHAYYAM, once wrote as a part of his generous ‘RUBIYAT’:






I dedicate ‘NIGOR MORTIS’ to my murderers, and to those who blew the winds of good fortune and well wishes my way, to aid in my resurrection process. I am clear to my very soul, who has directed negative circumstance and disappointment my way, who has orchestrated upon whim, the vile thematics which tore me asunder from my roots and caused me to beg my sweet Lord for a merciful death, I have known ‘Bi-Polar’ like the back of this Elder’s directed, meanspirited hand, and I have tasted the boiling bile of my own blood. As it happens, I will be the very first face they see, upon leaving these shores of consciousness, as they seek to navigate the river Styx. Talk about your ironies, as it is Sananda who escorts the dead from one life to the next.

My suspicion is that once we lose this branch of Republicans from their leech like and obsessive Lunar hold on our minds, Al-Qaeda will also vanish back into the dark imagination from which it came.

…and with equal passion, I blow kisses at the millions who wish me well. These other guys (and their dolls) are about to feel my ‘carbon footprint’ deep in their asses.

The Young Trees recording, ‘Suckers & Saplings’, is postponed until such time as a carbon footprint can replace the costs incurred during the making of the record.

The Swinging Dix project ; ‘10 Inches to Darkness’ is due out this Christmas. The first release, ‘Santa Stole My Skates’, will be released to radio in November.

Anyway, it comes to pass that whatever your journey, and its path, you will be asked to sacrifice and most cursedly of all, explain. Sometimes explanations are easy, sometimes there is simply no viable way to explain anything except the coagulated beating of your own heart. I spent a great portion of my 20s and 30s ‘trying to help people understand’ before realizing how exhausting it was, and that for the most part, it weren’t explanations being sought, as much as a chance to argue with a man over his own mind. The media, has always lagged behind the times, although their conceit is that they are trend leaders, they but ‘discover’ what is, and try to take credit for it. It comes to pass that who aspires to inhabit their own reality, will be read the riot act and accompanied back to the gravitational pull of mass consciousness, even though it is not a hat, nor cornerstone meant to contain nought but the masses, and I am not the ‘masses’, I am me. It comes to pass that who wills to win, must determine that the best odds favour their own game, and that the greater the challenge , the greater the reward. At some sweet point in our breathing exercise, extant upon earth, we stop fighting or explaining, and simply get on with it. Too much time is wasted on pursuit of opinion, when for the most part, opinion is shit, and not even sure of its’ own cause. My whole life has witnessed a tug of war over my mind and its nuances, I can barely remember a time when white, black or Jew, wasn’t assuming upon themselves, the right to ‘adjust’ my reality to the dull minded, deadened world that they themselves begged to be delivered from, and I learned early that for the most part, people were full of shit, and were threatened rather easily by those who were not. I learned early to listen only to the inner voice, and not steadily mounting Greek choruses, smug and certain, but greedy and empty. I surmised early on that as a non Anglo, I was expected to dumb down, and not raise alarms, than to challenge, simply by being myself, the safe, racist and prevailing view. Only the dead hide their lights beneath the bushel, and work to extinguish the fireflies of fulfilment, that the living use to light their way. True humility, I was once told by a lady named Carol Sydney, was simply “ KNOWING WHO YOU ARE, AND BEING THAT”. The energy I waste trying to explain my life to the dead, is matter that I could otherwise use towards the next miracle. Or, surviving the next beatdown.

We are advised by the great master , Lord Christ, to let the dead look after themselves, and to carry on instead, the pursuits of life. I have in this living experience, more than verified the truth of his observation. The dead waste far more of your time, because they have already wasted their own. Them with ears, hear.

And finally, the Pink Floyd (prophets equal to their age as any), sang:

“…and far away, across the fields,

the tolling of the iron bell,

calls the faithful to their knees,

to hear the softly spoken magic spells”.

We grow from praying to lose our anger, to praying to more effectively use it.

Overwhelmingly, jealousy and racism killed the music industry, and will keep it dead.

You will forgive me if I write too much , the balance of my sanity is contained therein. It is how I keep my ‘demons’ at bay.

In the next writings, I will detail how the government sabotaged ‘GODSPELL’ in the year 2000, in Australia, where I had been invited to play the role of ‘Jesus’. The more things change….

….despite the disappointment, that the Aussies were ready and willing to see the Lord Christ as a non Anglo was moving and remains so. Apparently, the meddling Americans were not, so the plug got pulled at the very last second, before we went into production. But OTHERWISE, the land of the free, the home of the brave.

I must go now, I hear ICARUS moaning…..

…and as the bird watchers will tell you, there is no time like the pheasant.

…Wait, there was a ‘KRIST’, in NIRVANA ! Coincidence ?

All praises be to your favourite Gods, Angels and villans….


(he who dares to name himself after 2 Gods and a Saint!)