9 June 2018 Songs of our time – What Else Is There (Royksopp) and More Than This (The Cure)

I don’t know who wrote this.  I found it on the internet this morning without an author attached to it.  It was interesting to me:

Time
If the Particle in question
is to also move in time
it should change its energy
Or it stands still in time

Hello to you.  It’s morning in my here and now.  Already battling dust bunnies and ants but mercifully there is coffee and I am not the lone witness to these petty struggles lol!  How are you?  I hope this finds you well.

This morning I wanted a couple of songs for my post and What Else Is There by Royksopp and More Than This by the Cure stood out.  Songs with messages that speak to our current times.  The struggle I think so many, to include myself, are facing these days.  What else is there to this life?  Is there more than “this?”  What exactly is “this?”

For some the “this” seems to be a struggle from the moment they are born until the moment of their departure.  For some it seems only given a moment to be born and a few short days, months of years to struggle to be here and fade away.  For some the “this” is never knowing any pain, conflict or difficulty – a pampered and sheltered existence their entire lives.

Everyone seems to arrive and depart with assigned positions on the stage of life with very few roles being cast off to another player.  Painters painting, tradespeople trading, the usury using, talking heads talking, politicians politicking, soldiers soldiering, lawyers lawyering, police, fire and emergency responders flying with unseen wings from one crisis to another.  All the possible colors and textures of our skin be it human or otherwise the costumes we adorn for this blurring dance.   In between all “this,” the first of us be they of wings or fins, frantically sew all the holes we are tearing open across this planet closed with the beauty their existence.

Ever since last January I have experienced and sensed a big change in what “this” is for me personally.  I have drifted out to the darkness and looked over the edges quite a bit.  The tether that keeps me from drifting completely away made of family, friends, love, faith and hope.   I know I am extremely blessed to have this tether as far too many in this world don’t even know any of that exists!   I have seen many others also drifting out there in the confusion that is now America.  I think there is a great sense of futility in the air.  We must stay tethered to what matters most and the wisdom of the deepest part of our heart….our souls.

I’ve experienced, spoken and written many times that there is nothing of this world that can fill the void of spirit.  If you rely completely on other people, food, drink, places, things, conquests for power, do things that garner negative attention etc. to fill you up inside, you will always be left wanting more.  Just like any addiction, it takes bigger and bigger “doses” to achieve the same results until you finally realize there will never be enough to fill you up.   Then will come the questions I think people we are seeing that have lost hope are asking, “Is this it?!  Is there nothing more than this?!  What else is there?!  What do I have to do to feel alive?!”

Röyksopp – What Else Is There? (HD)

Lyrics

It was me on that road
But you couldn`t see me
Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn`t see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads ends getting nearer
We cover distance but not together
I am the storm and I am the wonder
And the flashlights, nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It’s about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What have I and what I ache for

I`ve got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
And what else is there
Roads and getting nearer
We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have flashlights, nightmares
And sudden explosions

There is no room where I can go and
You`ve got secrets too

I don`t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

Songwriters: DANNY SHOSHAN,ROBERT HUXLEY,ROGER GREENAWAY,SVEIN BERGE,TOBJOR BRUNDTLAND,KARIN DREIGER,OLAF DREIGER,TONY MACAULEY
© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.,Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind

 

Sometimes I will grasp around for something to energize me, to make me happy and often find there is nothing.  So I go outside with my music and just flop down on my cot and look up or take off my shoes and just stand still with my arms raised to the sky.  The “this” I am seeking most often finds me then.   In the eyes of my husband and my dogs, in the songs of the birds, the buzzing of the bees, the dirt between my toes, the petals of the flowers, the whispers of the trees, the blazing sun, the gentle breeze that caresses my arm and the billowing clouds overhead all is “this”…God.  

 

8 June 2018 – Drawing yesterday. The word “corners” came to mind after I was done with it.

 

the cure – more than this

 

Lyrics

For this second of your life,

Tell me that its true,

Waiting for a sign,

That’s all I want of you.

Your heart hides a secret

A promise of what is,

Something more than this.

 

Just a second of your time,

Any one will do,

Taste of any other,

Is all I want from you,

You offer me the world,

And how can I resist

Something more than this?

 

Make believe in magic

Make believe in dreams

Make believe impossible,

Nothing as it seems

To see touch taste smell hear

But never know if its real

 

For this second of your life

Tell me if its true

Anyway we are

Is all I want of you

Your lips lies a secret

A promise of a kiss

Something more than this

 

Just a second of your time

Any one will do

To know any other is all I want for you

Giving me the world

Now I can’t resist

Something more than this

 

Make believe in magic

Make believe in dreams

Make believe impossible

Nothing as it seems

Never really understand what anything means

 

Another second of my life

Not knowing if its true

Make believe in nothing

Is all I want of you

Whisper me your secret

Whisper me your ears

Always something other

Something more than this…

 

Songwriters: JAMES SMITH,NATHAN BARDEEN,RORY DOLAN,TODD EISENKERCH

© Universal Music Publishing Group

For non-commercial use only.

Data From: LyricFind

 

 

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31 May 2018 Island of the Moon (Drawings) and Traveler (Paul Horn)

Hi there – just a quick note to share my drawings for today.  A friend suggested since the image from the dream I shared was stuck in my head to do a drawing of it.  My drawings here can’t really do justice to illustrate what I experienced but at least it’s out of my head LOL! I like the chalk drawing version.  We are going by Michael’s tomorrow and I plan to pick up some canvas.  I think I want to try to capture this vision in paint and see how that looks.

Spoke to my parents today to wish my Dad a happy birthday – so good to hear both my Dad and Mom’s voices and get caught up.  So grateful and felt so much love talking to them.  Dad was having a good day and was seriously envious of the dessert we were having in his honor – my chocolate chip cookies and vanilla ice cream!

31 May 2018 – Dad loves my chocolate chip cookies. We enjoyed them and some vanilla ice cream in honor of his special day. He was jealous lol!

Traveler   – Paul Horn

(look at the image, instead of a person in my drawings, there is an empty chair….I love it when I get lead to wondrous places)

17 May 2018 Drawing and Dream

Hello to you.  Hope this finds you well today wherever and whenever you are tuning in from.  Feeling gratitude today.  I had a weird dream last night/this morning.  It was about some hotel/hospital where people were going to get plastic surgery.  I saw Prince there and it was like his face was stitched on and it was a white version of himself.  This was the case of many of the people I saw there.  I think this dream was triggered by the CNN show we watched last night, “Video Killed The Radio Star.”  Since it was from the 80’s, they of course mentioned artists like Prince, Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston.  They talked about how difficult it had been for musical artists of color to break through on MTV.  They have a clip of an interview where David Bowie asked one of the MTV VJ’s why there were so few videos with black artists and he got a bullshit answer.  You could tell by how David responded that he wasn’t falling for it!

David Bowie Criticizes MTV for Not Playing Videos by Black Artists | MTV News

It made my heart ache to think on how many artists I knew and loved from the 80’s like Prince that are no longer here with us!  It’s a tough gig to choose to be a performing artist!  I miss them and am grateful for their contributions to such a big part of my developmental years.

16 18 9 14 3 5

P R I N C E = 65

3 1 20

C A T = 24 (3 cycle)

16 21 18 16 12 5

P U R P L E = 88

5 25 5

E Y E  = 35

2 9 18 4

B I R D = 33 (3 cycle)

16 12 1 19 20 9 3    19 21 18 7 5 18 25

P L A S T I C  (80)      S U R G E R Y (113) = 193

Prince – When Doves Cry (Official Music Video)

Prince – Thieves In The Temple (Official Music Video)

 

17 Dec 2017 When gifts come together, Failing tests (fire ants), Cloudman (Dr. John A Day) and Dream

Hello to you.  Just a short note as I haven’t written in a couple of days.  I’ve kind of come to an impasse with this blog and am not sure how or if I want to proceed with it.  I’m afraid I am just more “noise” to the already noisy world of written text.

Something neat.  Kyle’s niece Laci had given us two glitterized mason jars with tea lights for Christmas when we saw her recently.  I hadn’t lit the tea lights as they don’t last very long.  Well then I opened the gifts from my Aunt Ruth yesterday and she solved that problem with a pair of fairy lights!

It’s beautiful when that happens!  Two completely different families, different people connected together by love, one holiday and two people.  We are all connected like this directly and indirectly if we take a look!

Yesterday I had one of those “tests” to check my anger management skills and I feel like I failed (the anger part.)

What happened is I had my cot out to do some sky watching like I love to do and apparently a nest of fire ants decided to move where I like to put my cot!  Things escalated quickly.  They were on the cot without me even realizing it and were attacking their way up my body!  This was reminiscent of when an entire colony invaded our house and set up shop in our garden tub where we put our laundry basket!  Anyways, I felt them biting me and got really pissed.  I grabbed the garden hose and just let it run and then poured Demetrius earth over the entire area.

What all this made me think of is how we as human beings act when we are attacked by another human being.  The phrase “As is above, As is below” came to mind.  Why does it feel like it’s so easy to get mad when I get physically attacked by another person or by nature?  Kyle says it is a very primitive part of me rising up to protect myself.  When I had calmed down and flushed the biters out of my clothes I cried and felt really bad.  The ants were just doing what they instinctually knew to do.  This is what people in the stratums of this so-called civilized society we’ve created do.  We are a lot like the ants and most all beings in nature despite what we tell ourselves.  I’m glad it rained and washed away powder shortly afterwards.

I re-explored this book yesterday and took a chance to tell the family of Dr. Day how grateful I was for this book.  I wasn’t expecting anything to come of it but was surprised and honored by his daughter Janice actually responding to my note!  I forwarded the exchange to my mother-in-law so she could see “the circle” of love she started by buying me this book:

http://www.cloudman.com/ – The Book of Clouds by Dr. John A. Day was bought for me by my mother-in-law to help me through one of my hospital stays and it is one of my favorite books.  Look up and See!  (https://www.amazon.com/Book-Clouds-John-Day/dp/1402728131/ref=sr_1_1/141-9688725-4985135?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1513527884&sr=1-1&keywords=the+book+of+clouds+by+john+day)

With the weather being cold and wet, I’m thinking about trying to use this guide from a friend I had on Facebook, Mark House (I’m probably not going back to Facebook), to help me with my random music making:

I had a cool dream last night.  I had been looking for an angel my Aunt Ruth had given to me many years ago.  It was jointed with wires and had a little sign that says Joy, my middle name.  Ruth likes to give me ornaments etc. with that word for the holidays.  Well I didn’t find the angel.  I think it broke or she was a casualty of one of my unfortunate stuff cullings that I do from time to time!  I did come across a picture program from the only live rock concert I’ve ever been to which was David Bowie Sound and Vision Tour at Cal Expo back in 1990.  Well then this morning I was treated to a dream about performing with David at a concert lol.  I guess the right waking world keys were in place to unlock that.  What was funny is he and I looked a like and we weren’t singing words, we were making sounds.

Sound And Vision

Ahhh…
Ahhh…

Doo, doo, doo, do-doh
Doo, doo, doo, do-doh

Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision

Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the color of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue

Pale blinds drawn all day
Nothing to do, nothing to say
Blue, blue

I will sit right down, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision
Drifting into my solitude, over my head

Don’t you wonder sometimes
‘Bout sound and vision

Songwriters: DAVID BOWIE
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TINTORETTO MUSIC
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

16 Dec 2017 – pen and ink drawing I did yesterday

30 Nov 2017 The Star

Hello to you. How are you doing in this moment? Hopefully well. Today has been good here. Beautiful weather and surprises. My friend Rhonda called me this afternoon with news she had bought two tickets to see Lindsey Stirling and wanted me to go with her. At first I was flustered and joked with her, “Damn you for popping me out of my comfort zone! Kyle and I always talk each other out of doing stuff like this!” She says, “It’s my job!” Rhonda is the kind of friend that is about pushing you out of your comfy zone and I love her for it. She’s the one who convinced Kyle and I we should just say fuck it and buy the tickets for the Final Fantasy Distant Worlds Concert last year. So glad we did!

So she plans to dress up in her best Steampunk attire and I will put something together so I’m presentable lol.

12-nov-2016-rhonda-martin-and-jackie-wygant-at-steampunk-november-venus-tx

We had seen Lindsey on America’s Got Talent and kind of forgot about her. Then Kyle’s brother Drew reintroduced us to her, loudly in his car with this song Crystallize. So if you have never heard of Lindsey Stirling, check this out!

Crystallize – Lindsey Stirling (Dubstep Violin Original Song)

Elements (Orchestral Version) – Lindsey Stirling – Dracula

What’s fun about all this is earlier in the day, when I did my outside stuff, the special card was “The Star.”

30 Nov 2017 1006 am Jackie Wygant outdoor meditation The Star card later Rhonda Martin invite me to see Lindsey Sterling Alvarado TX

30 Nov 2017 243pm Picture of my hand-drawn Star Tarot card.

Upright Star Tarot Card Meanings. The Star Tarot card brings renewed hope and faith and a sense that you are truly blessed by the Universe at this time. Courage, fulfilment, and inspiration are in your life. … The Star card is therefore an important card for personal transformation.

Star Tarot Card Meanings | Biddy Tarot

https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/star/

This evening we tried to watch the Season 5 premiere of Vikings online via the History Channel. About 28 minutes in, our internet started to run even crappier than normal to include the loss of sound!  This meant restarting the entire episode because I don’t have a profile with the History Channel and that meant wading through a whole bunch more commercials and I just didn’t have the patience for it.  I was disappointed as I had been waiting to see Jonathan Rhys Meyers as Bishop Heahmund and from what I saw of this episode, he did a fantastic job!  So we will back-burner watching the show until I can get a more enjoyable, stable way to watch it!

7-jan-2017-jonathan-rhys-meyers-as-heahmund-saxon-saxon-bishop-the-history-channel-show-vikings

http://www.history.com/shows/vikings

Our internet provider, AT&T, has been running horrible ever since we had the new neighborhood built and people have moved in. We’ve noticed a change in our online gaming (FFXIV), You Tube videos and a bunch of other things we normally were able to watch with few problems are starting to run like crap. Lots of lag and excess time for loading. Guess this is the new age of the internet for people like us who live in small towns with fewer internet provider choices.  We have been able to, until recently, keep up with things without cable or other “micro-transaction” media services. Entertainment is so overly fragmented now….all these same companies all vying for the same “pie” and our most precious commodity – not money, but time.   I’m not going to pay for cable and I’m not paying for individual channels just so I can watch particular shows. This may ultimately mean that Kyle and I miss a lot of things….it is what it is.

When, not if, Net Neutrality is repealed (which will ultimately be regretted by all involved) we fully expect to be even more fucked out of things. Hopefully I’ll still have enough bandwidth to pay my bills online!

In my opinion, the internet should be categorized and regulated like any other utility. To me the internet is like paying for electricity, access to city water, sewage and garbage services. In our day and age, going without the internet is not really an option.

23 Jan 2017 The yarn nobody wanted, magnet decorating and music from Vikings (History Channel show)

Good morning family, it’s 9:49 am on this Monday morning here in Alvarado TX as I write to you.  How are you doing wherever and whenever you are at in your day?  I hope this finds you well in mind, body and spirit.

Yesterday Kyle and I decided to go be consumers.  I bought some bargain yarn at Michael’s, I’m calling it the yarn that nobody wanted.  The reason I say that is because all the packages of it were still there even after a week or more since the last time I looked at it!  I bought all of it and have started on a corner to corner blanket with it.  It’s turning out to be quite pretty and it will be the perfect weight for warmer months.

In addition to the yarn I bought a replacement fine tip pen for my drawing and a package of over 50 ceramic magnets.  The magnets are for the fridge and Kyle had a good idea of what I could do to make them fancy to look at, glue decorative glass to them.  I like to have pictures on my fridge and the other magnets we had were too weak to hold them all in place.  Another thing I did with a couple of the extra magnets this morning was to put them around my weird science experiment I have going on with GANS made of sea salt water, copper wire and metal scraps.  When I put my hands near it, it gives off the most pleasant warm sensation!  What’s interesting is one side has become completely blue and the other has stayed clear.

The spin of the World Prayers Wheel:

http://www.worldprayers.org/prayerwheel/index.html

When I am liberated by silence,
when I am no longer involved
in the measurement of life, but in the living of it,
I can discover a form of prayer in which
there is effectively no distraction.
My whole life becomes a prayer.
My whole silence is full of prayer.
The world of silence in which I am immersed
contributes to my prayer.

thomas merton – 1956

Thoughts in Solitude, © The Abbey of Our Lady of Gethsemani
I hope this day blesses you with love, laughter, joy and light. 

Published on Jun 24, 2016

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14 Oct 2016 My afternoon drawing (a mountain energy system), my new backyard spider and NPR article Spiders can hear, DB Glass Spider and Underground

Hello to you, it’s about 7:27 pm on this Friday evening as I write to you.  How has your day been?  Probably very busy if you are like most people!  I’ve had a real good day and am looking forward to this weekend.  On Sunday we are looking forward to attending my father-in-law and the band he plays with, Panther Brass, are putting on a concert in Mansfield.  I absolutely love live entertainment of any kind and seeing Kyle’s Dad play is an absolute delight!  If you are from this area and enjoy live music, here is info:

Public · Concert · Hosted by Panther City Brass

I did an interesting drawing this afternoon.  Once I got started with it, I was just “in it!”  Even with loud traffic behind our house, our dogs mouthing off and the occasional airplane overhead…stayed focused!  That’s what drawing does for me – helps me focus and get into an almost altered state.

 

http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2016/10/14/497931790/a-spider-across-the-room-can-hear-you-study-finds

A Spider Across The Room Can ‘Hear’ You, Study Finds

October 14, 20162:17 PM ET

Scientists have discovered a new kind of spidey sense.

We already knew that jumping spiders have exceptional vision. We knew that they are great at perceiving vibrations. We even knew that they can “hear” at extremely close range.

But in research published in Current Biology, researchers at Cornell University found that a common species of jumping spider called Phidippus audax can actually hear from much farther away than we thought — at distances of 10 feet away, or more.

“I’ve worked with these animals for a long time now and all of a sudden you realize that their world is completely different from what you thought,” Paul Shamble, a fellow at Harvard and co-first author of the study, tells The Two-Way. “You thought they were just these little creatures of vibration and vision, and now all of a sudden you realize that they can hear, too.”

Spiders don’t have ears, as Shamble explains. He says humans pick up pressure waves to detect sound, while it appears that these spiders are able to “hear” because they have “specialized hairs that pick up the actual particle movement.”

Take a look at this video released by the research team of a spider’s response to a low-frequency sound:

See article for video

Credit: Charlie Walcott/Hoy Lab

The researchers actually discovered this by accident, he adds. It started with a fortuitous chair squeak.

“We were doing these studies on how the brains of jumping spiders perceive vision,” he explains, using technology that actually allowed them to hear neurons firing in a spider’s brain. Shamble’s colleague and co-author Gil Menda was working in the lab when he backed up his chair, which let out a loud squeak.

“The neurons started firing and he thought, oh, that’s kind of weird,” Shamble says. To test this, Shamble clapped — first, right next to the spider. The neurons fired. He continued to back up, expecting the firing to stop, because they thought spiders could “hear” only at very close range.

“It kept on happening. And after a while I was standing out in the main lab, more than 3 meters away from the spider, clapping, and it was still happening,” he says. “It was one of those strange moments, where it was like, based on what we know, this shouldn’t be happening, but it definitely is.”

Shamble says the researchers tested the spiders’ hearing using both behavioral experiments (where they observed the spiders’ reaction to sounds) and neural recordings (where they could determine “exactly what frequencies they were responding to”).

The spiders tended to “freeze” in place when they heard a low-frequency sound, which Shamble says is likely an anti-predator response.

That’s backed up by the neural recordings because the frequencies that spiders would respond to “are relatively low and they’re right in the range of frequencies for especially sort of largish flying insects,” Shamble says. That suggests the hearing could be a way to detect predators such as wasps.

There could be other uses for the “hearing” ability, too, he says, noting that jumping spiders have “really elaborate courtships.”

They set up the experiment to make sure the spiders were responding to sound traveling through the air and not vibrations in the room.

Phiddipus audax and its close relatives are among the most common types of jumping spiders in the United States. Shamble says their research raises an important question — “is this something special to jumping spiders, these jumping spiders, or is this something that is sort of an underappreciated feature of all spiders?” He says he suspects other spiders can do this, too.

Knowing that spiders can detect sounds at long range changes the way we think about how they perceive the world.

“It’s really exciting to realize that these creatures that have sort of lived next to us for as long as humans have been around, that there are these little mysteries that we didn’t really know about how they live and how they make their lives,” Shamble says.


All this about spiders made me think of the song by David Bowie called Glass Spider  and Underground:

Glass Spider

Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country
A glass-like spider.
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web,
In weeks creating a macabre

Shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers,
Like floors in a building

At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent
Care, were tiny, shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops.
One could almost call it an altar.
When the breeze blew through this construction,
It produced sounds of wailing, crying.
Tiny wails, tiny cries.

The baby spiders would get scared and search frantically
For their mother.
But the Glass Spider would have long gone, having known that the babies
Would survive someone on their own.
Oh-The Glass Spider had blue eyes almost like-a human’s.
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries.

Don’t you hear this wasted cry, Life is over you
(Mummy come back ’cause the water’s all gone)
But you’ve seen who’s in heaven. Is there anyone in hell
(Mummy come back ’cause it’s dark now)
Take care, take care.
(Mummy come back ’cause the water’s all gone)
Somewhere she glows divine. Somewhere she wakes alone.
But you, you’ve promise in your lovin’ eye. God it’s dark now.

Jah Jah Jah Jah Jah
Jah Jah Jah Jah Jah

Gone, Gone the water’s all gone
Mummy come back ’cause the water’s all gone
Stay low on the ground, fire can drive you, savage and afraid
Spitting the dawn, come come come along before the animals awake
Run, run, we’ve been moving all night, rivers to the left.
If your mother don’t love you then the riverbed might
Gone, gone, the water’s all gone
Mummy come back ’cause the water’s all gone

Jah Jah Jah Jah Jah
Jah Jah Jah Jah Jah

Gone gone the water’s all gone
Mummy come back ’cause the water’s all gone

Songwriters: DAVID BOWIE
© Peermusic Publishing, TINTORETTO MUSIC
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

 

Underground

No one can blame you for walking away
But too much rejection, uh-huh
No love injection, nothing

Life can be easy
It’s not always swell
Don’t tell me truth hurts, little girl
‘Cause it hurts like hell

But down in the underground
You’ll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy, get me out of here (heard about a place today)
Ha, ha, I’m underground (nothing ever hurts again)
(Nothing ever hurts again) well, I found a place
(Daddy, get me out of here) nothing ever hurts again
(Hoping for the underground) down and down and get me out of here
(Hoping for the underground) ha, ha, I’m underground
(Get me underground) sister, sister, please take me down
Ha, ha, I’m underground (gotta get me out of here)
Daddy, daddy get me out

No one can blame you for walking away
But too much rejection, uh-huh
No love injection, nothing

But down in the underground
You’ll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene, a crystal moon

A-ha

It’s only
It’s only forever
It’s not long at all
They’re lost and they’re lonely
That’s underground, underground

Daddy, daddy get me out
Heard about a place today (heard about a place today)
Nothing ever hurts again (nothing ever hurts again)
Daddy, daddy get me out of here (daddy, get me out of here)
Ha, ha, underground (hoping for the underground)
Sister, sister, please (hoping for the underground)
Ha, ha, I’m underground (get me underground)
Daddy, daddy, get me out

Under, under
Under, underground
Underground
Under, underground
Under, underground
Under, underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ha, ha, underground
Sister, sister, please take me out of here
Ha, ha, I’m underground
Ha, ha, I’m underground
Ha, ha, underground
Daddy, daddy, please
Daddy, daddy, please
Wanna move underground
Wanna move underground
Sister, sister, take me too
Sister, sister, take me too

Songwriters: DAVID ROBERT JONES
© SPIRIT TWO MUSIC
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

25 Sept 2016 Towers of Power (clouds), the 1980’s here again (Billy Idol), pieces of my heart (Remembering past friends loved and lost), Galaxian Pathway (poem I wrote in 1980’s), U2 Song for Someone

Hello to you, how are you?  I’m doing ok, a little emotional this morning and no coffee yet lol.  Kyle was up early again but a Benadryl intervened and he’s getting some rest as I write.

This morning I woke up remembering someone who was at first a horrible crush (he looked like David Bowie to me and as I’ve mentioned many times….David was everything for me as a teen) and then became a friend and felt like a brother to me….a twin of sorts….my missing link…Wesley Byers.  There have been several times through the years I’ve wondered where and how he is…even found him on Facebook once but no reply so I let it go.  He seemed to be happy and being true to himself and that was enough for me.  He was “different” too and that’s part of what drew us together I think.  Anyhew…this lead me to revisiting the pictures I still have of other friends that I have loved and lost through time.  Judging by the feelings and tears reading their notes on the back of photos evoked……they still have pieces of my heart!  I hope wherever and whenever they all are….they love and are loved and are happy with the paths they have chosen!

I think this journey was spurred on by seeing Miley Cyrus perform Rebel Yell with Billy Idol yesterday….ooohhh I loved Billy!  He was one of my first “bad boys” crushes lol!  I think there is a large segment of “my generation” who were teens in the 1980’s and lately a lot of our shared past has been resurfacing.

Source Internet - Billy Idol back when we were both younger lol

Source Internet – Billy Idol back when we were both younger lol

Not much to write about today, refreshing right?!  I just want to tell you, the person kind enough to come by and visit me today….thank you and I hope your today is filled with all the best the world can give you!  Let’s just keep lifting each other up to the lights.

Galaxian Pathway

by Jacqueline Schmidt (old poetry book 1980’s)

The paths have crossed

Upon destiny’s trail

Winding and spiraling

Into the endless roadways

Of heavens gates

Stars sparkled along side

These paths

Guide wandering souls

Searching for the Galaxian

Plain

Souls jet aimlessly

Amongst the destinies

Placed upon the road

“Which one shall I choose?”

“Where shall I go?”

I am a loss with

My conscience…”

Sings the voice of the

Soulful mists

The paths of destiny

Entangle and turn

Into pathways leading

To the unknown

The Divine

21 June 2016 Drawings from my past and lovely music from Morten Harket (Aha) and Reeve Carney (Dorian Gray Penny Dreadful)

Hi there, how are you all doing?!  I’m still in a funk….just felt like sleeping yesterday but thankfully I have Kyle who got me out of bed and we even played in the sprinkler….”this is even better than a pool!” (John Reep humor) Small town amusements.  ROFL.  Nothing quite so sexy as kissing your man, fully clothed, standing in a sprinkler!

I’m sorely disappointed in our government, what’s new.  They decided to said “f-u” to each other about any kind of head-way on keeping guns away from mentally unstable people….that shred of decency I was looking for from them and their sugar daddy’s at the NRA….nope!  It was too much to ask I guess (she says pulling out a stack of pink slips for everyone in Washington)…in the words of one of our candidates, one  the few admirable things about him: “Your fired!”

Anyhew…..as you who know me and are regular visitors here, I like to draw out my problems.  Here is a trip from my drawing past.  I really need to get these organized and published I think…where is my archivist lol?!!!  I would love to hire someone to just spend the next year archiving all my photos,  drawings and writings into some coherent form.  The pay wouldn’t be much but you would be compensated!   When you are a creative type, your creative “stuff” tends to get away from you.

I send my love and hugs to you through the wires and in all the elements (kisses reserved for Kyle lol)….the full moon was lovely last night.  Summer Solstice blessings to you!

 

I didn’t know actor Reeve Carney, Dorian Gray on Penny Dreadful, had such a lovely singing voice!  I see that season 3 is to be the last for Penny Dreadful and that is fine – frees them all to move on to other things and go out on top!

Aha – Objects in the Mirror (Morten Harket was and remains one of my favorite male singers…love harmonizing with him….Aha’s “Take on Me” video was one of the first I saw on what was then the brand new television station…MTV!)

17 Dec 2015 Discovery of new Nikola Tesla papers, When Women is Boss interview and latest on my organic orgonite experiments

Hello all!  It’s chilly here this morning….actually woke up to frost on the yard.  It’s so beautiful in the sunshine – anything shiny and there I am lol.  Dewdrops too.

Anyhew, exciting news yesterday.  On Facebook a friend posted an article she found from CBS news talking about a recent discovery of papers from Nikola Tesla!  The feature picture for the article, Map to Multiplication is BEAUTIFUL!  After I saw it I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.  I printed it, put in on my Kindle and have it posted in view so I can see it next to my Metatrons cube….they have similarities!

http://cbsnews.com.co/long-lost-nikola-tesla-drawings-reveal-map-to-multiplication/

Long-Lost Nikola Tesla Drawings Reveal Map To Multiplication – excerpt

CBS BREAKING NEWS – 11 Dec 2015

A recently discovered set of original Nikola Tesla drawings reveal a map to multiplication that contains all numbers in a simple to use system. The drawings were discovered at an antique shop in central Phoenix Arizona by local artist, Abe Zucca. They are believed to have been created during the last years of Tesla’s Free Energy lab, Wardenclyffe. The manuscript is thought to contain many solutions to unanswered questions about mathematics.

The Sketches were hidden in a small trunk with numerous other drawings and manuscripts ranging from hand-held technological devices to free-energy systems, many with notes scrawled all over them. Some of the pieces are already familiar to the public, but a few others are not. Most notably is the Map to Multiplication or the Math Spiral. Zucca made a few copies and showed the drawings around to different thinkers, dreamers, and mathematicians.

A few days later a Local High School Mathematics Instructor, Joey Grether, had been working on deciphering the system and had a few breakthroughs. Grether suggests that the Spiral not only explores Multiplication as an interwoven web, but that it, “offers a comprehensive visual understanding of how all numbers are self-organized into 12 positions of compositability.”

“This device allows us to see numbers as patterns, the formation of prime numbers, twin primes, Highly composite numbers, multiplication and division, as well as few other systems, I imagine, that are yet to be discovered.”

Isn’t this exciting???!!!!

After I saw this I got a fire in my belly to see if anything new could be found in the wireless tangle of energy cords that is the internet (thanks Nik!) and I found this interview a John B. Kennedy from Colliers did in 1926.  OMG!  So much of what he says in this interview resonated with me.  What he says about us women folk in particular is quite inspiring and way ahead of his time.  I cried after I read this because so many of his visions for us “Queens” and the direction our world could go are still not realized even after all this time.  I won’t lose hope though, he didn’t! (I apologize for the big gap after the title of this article, some kind of format thingy I can’t delete!)

http://www.tfcbooks.com/tesla/1926-01-30.htm – WHEN WOMAN IS BOSS, An interview with Nikola Tesla by John B.  Kennedy , Colliers, January 30, 1926

When Woman is Boss

An Interview with Nikola Tesla by John. B. Kennedy – Colliers, January 30, 1926

 

 

The life of the bee will be the life of our race, says Nikola Tesla, world-famed scientist. A NEW sex order is coming–with the female as superior.  You will communicate instantly by simple vest-pocket equipment.  Aircraft will travel the skies, unmanned, driven and guided by radio.  Enormous power will be transmitted great distances without wires.  Earthquakes will become more and more frequent.  Temperate zones will turn frigid or torrid.  And some of these awe-inspiring developments, says Tesla, are not so very far off.

AT SIXTY-EIGHT years of age Nikola Tesla sits quietly in his study, reviewing the world that he has helped to change, foreseeing other changes that must come in the onward stride of the human race.  He is a tall, thin, ascetic man who wears somber clothes and looks out at life with steady, deep-set eyes.  In the midst of luxury he lives meagerly, selecting his diet with a precision almost extreme.  He abstains from all beverages save water and milk and has never indulged in tobacco since early manhood. He is an engineer, an inventor and, above these as well as basic to them, a philosopher.  And, despite his obsession with the practical application of what a gifted mind may learn in books, he has never removed his gaze from the drama of life.

This world, amazed many times during the last throbbing century, will rub its eyes and stand breathless before greater wonders than even the past few generations have seen; and fifty years from now the world will differ more from the present-day than our world now differs from the world of fifty years ago. Nikola Tesla came to America in early manhood, and his inventive genius found quick recognition.  When fortune was his through his revolutionary power-transmission machines he established plants, first in New York, then Colorado, later on Long Island, where his innumerable experiments resulted in all manner of important and minor advances in electrical science.  Lord Kelvin said of him (before he was forty) that he had contributed more than any other man to the study of electricity. “From the inception of the wireless system,” he says, “I saw that this new art of applied electricity would be of greater benefit to the human race than any other scientific discovery, for it virtually eliminates distance.

The majority of the ills from which humanity suffers are due to the immense extent of the terrestrial globe and the inability of individuals and nations to come into close contact. “Wireless will achieve the closer contact through transmission of intelligence, transport of our bodies and materials and conveyance of energy.  “When wireless is perfectly applied the whole earth will be converted into a huge brain, which in fact it is, all things being particles of a real and rhythmic whole.  We shall be able to communicate with one another instantly, irrespective of distance.  Not only this, but through television and telephony we shall see and hear one another as perfectly as though we were face to face, despite intervening distances of thousands of miles; and the instruments through which we shall be able to do his will be amazingly simple compared with our present telephone.  A man will be able to carry one in his vest pocket. “We shall be able to witness and hear events–the inauguration of a President, the playing of a world series game, the havoc of an earthquake or the terror of a battle–just as though we were present. “When the wireless transmission of power is made commercial, transport and transmission will be revolutionized.  Already motion pictures have been transmitted by wireless over a short distance.  Later the distance will be illimitable, and by later I mean only a few years hence.  Pictures are transmitted over wires–they were telegraphed successfully through the point system thirty years ago.  When wireless transmission of power becomes general, these methods will be as crude as is the steam locomotive compared with the electric train.

Woman–Free and Regal

ALL railroads will be electrified, and if there are enough museums to hold them the steam locomotives will be grotesque antiques for our immediate posterity. “Perhaps the most valuable application of wireless energy will be the propulsion of flying machines, which will carry no fuel and will be free from any limitations of the present airplanes and dirigibles.  We shall ride from New York to Europe in a few hours.  International boundaries will be largely obliterated and a great step will be made toward the unification and harmonious existence of the various races inhabiting the globe.

Wireless will not only make possible the supply of energy to region, however inaccessible, but it will be effective politically by harmonizing international interests; it will create understanding instead of differences. “Modern systems of power transmission will become antiquated.  Compact relay stations one half or one quarter the size of our modern power plants will be the basis of operation–in the air and under the sea, for water will effect small loss in conveying energy by wireless.”

Mr. Tesla foresees great changes in our daily life.  “Present wireless receiving apparatus,” says he, “will be scrapped for much simpler machines; static and all forms of interference will be eliminated, so that innumerable transmitters and receivers may be operated without interference.  It is more than probable that the household’s daily newspaper will be printed ‘wirelessly’ in the home during the night.  Domestic management–the problems of heat, light and household mechanics–will be freed from all labor through beneficent wireless power.

“I foresee the development of the flying machine exceeding that of the automobile, and I expect Mr.  Ford to make large contributions toward this progress.  The problem of parking automobiles and furnishing separate roads for commercial and pleasure traffic will be solved.  Belted parking towers will arise in our large cities, and the roads will be multiplied through sheer necessity, or finally rendered unnecessary when civilization exchanges wheels for wings.

The world’s internal reservoirs of heat, indicated by frequent volcanic eruptions, will be tapped for industrial purposes.  In an article I wrote twenty years ago I defined a process for continuously converting to human use part of the heat received from the sun by the atmosphere.  Experts have jumped to the conclusion that I am attempting to realize a perpetual-motion scheme.  But my process has been carefully worked out.  It is rational.”

Mr.  Tesla regards the emergence of woman as one of the most profound portents for the future.  “It is clear to any trained observer,” he says, “and even to the sociologically untrained, that a new attitude toward sex discrimination has come over the world through the centuries, receiving an abrupt stimulus just before and after the World War. “This struggle of the human female toward sex equality will end in a new sex order, with the female as superior.  The modern woman, who anticipates in merely superficial phenomena the advancement of her sex, is but a surface symptom of something deeper and more potent fermenting in the bosom of the race.  “It is not in the shallow physical imitation of men that women will assert first their equality and later their superiority, but in the awakening of the intellect of women. “Through countless generations, from the very beginning, the social subservience of women resulted naturally in the partial atrophy or at least the hereditary suspension of mental qualities which we now know the female sex to be endowed with no less than men.

The Queen is the Center of Life

“BUT the female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all the mental acquirements and achievements of men, and as generations ensue that capacity will be expanded; the average woman will be as well educated as the average man, and then better educated, for the dormant faculties of her brain will be stimulated to an activity that will be all the more intense and powerful because of centuries of repose.  Woman will ignore precedent and startle civilization with their progress. “The acquisition of new fields of endeavor by women, their gradual usurpation of leadership, will dull and finally dissipate feminine sensibilities, will choke the maternal instinct, so that marriage and motherhood may become abhorrent and human civilization draw closer and closer to the perfect civilization of the bee.” The significance of this lies in the principle dominating the economy of the bee–the most highly organized and intelligently coordinated system of any form of nonrational animal life–the all-governing supremacy of the instinct for immortality which makes divinity out of motherhood. The center of all bee life is the queen.  She dominates the hive, not through hereditary right, for any egg may be hatched into a reigning queen, but because she is the womb of this insect race.

We Can Only Sit and Wonder

THERE are the vast, desexualized armies of workers whose sole aim and happiness in life is hard work.  It is the perfection of communism, of socialized, cooperative life wherein all things, including the young, are the property and concern of all. Then there are the virgin bees, the princess bees, the females which are selected from the eggs of the queen when they are hatched and preserved in case an unfruitful queen should bring disappointment to the hive.  And there are the male bees, few in number, unclean of habit, tolerated only because they are necessary to mate with the queen. When the time is ripe for the queen to take her nuptial flight the male bees are drilled and regimented.  The queen passes the drones which guard the gate of the hive, and the male bees follow her in rustling array.  Strongest of all the inhabitants of the hive, more powerful than any of her subjects, the queen launches into the air, spiraling upward and upward, the male bees following.  Some of the pursuers weaken and fail, drop out of the nuptial chase, but the queen wings higher and higher until a point is reached in the far ether where but one of the male bees remains.  By the inflexible law of natural selection he is the strongest, and he mates with the queen.  At the moment of marriage his body splits asunder and he perishes. The queen returns to the hive, impregnated, carrying with her tens of thousands of eggs–a future city of bees, and then begins the cycle of reproduction, the concentration of the teeming life of the hive in unceasing work for the birth of a new generation.

Imagination falters at the prospect of human analogy to this mysterious and superbly dedicated civilization of the bee; but when we consider how the human instinct for race perpetuation dominates life in its normal and exaggerated and perverse manifestations, there is ironic justice in the possibility that this instinct, with the continuing intellectual advance of women, may be finally expressed after the manner of the bee, though it will take centuries to break down the habits and customs of peoples that bar the way to such a simiply and scientifically ordered civilization. We have seen a beginning of this in the United States.  In Wisconsin the sterilization of confirmed criminals and pre-marriage examination of males is required by law, while the doctrine of eugenics is now boldly preached where a few decades ago its advocacy was a statutory offense.

Old men have dreamed dreams and young men have seen visions from the beginning of time.  We of today can only sit and wonder when a scientist has his say.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did.   Yesterday I went into the next phase of my organic orgonite bowl experiments.  They look good so far!