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Art, imagination, insight, life, podcast, Sound Exploration

Post-Apocolyptic Laundry

September 25, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

Imagine if you will- a tech-dominated world where people are slowly trickling in. Their one domestic responsibility is to have responsibility for their own laundry. In divided groups at certain times, they trek down to the last slow-running river in order to beat the shit out of their clothes. This is their way of staying connected to nature and need. However, the scene is always distorted somehow by the leftover frequencies that pollute the air.

This piece is about a woman trying to remember the “other world” she uses to live in, and she feels a very strong desire to share these memories with anyone who will listen. In this world, it is rarely silent, but there are only certain times when it is permissible to speak. The tones of the reception are measuring the frequency of the output from the people, and if the speaker derails into topics not meant for discussion- the frequency reflects that.

This is a personal compilation of solo creations I have made in the last month. I would like to add more stories to this because I want to introduce you to Maggie- and her story is incredible. We wouldn’t know about the Laundry Lady if we didn’t recognize Maggie and her participation in bringing her to view.

Please enjoy- Post-Apocalyptic Laundry-

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Here Are My Albums

July 26, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

Ale and I have been continuing to pass each other soundbites through the ether in hopes of finally healing some dark human wound that we all possess and would like to ascend from, so you can imagine that sometimes things get weird.

These albums are no exception. They are audio journies in long-form. They have the power to take you where you need to go- if you have the patience to listen and relax into it.

These compositions have been a pleasure to make and they really force me to be present with all synapses firing. I am not in a preconceived attempt- I simply do what I feel like doing in a moment; that may be a vocal reading, collecting sounds or beating the shit out of an instrument in a way it was not designed to be used.

This process has developed into quite a conduit of expression and creativity that keeps me on my toes when it comes to imagination. This is what I want to share with you.

I want you to take the grit with the beauty and awkward and the graceful interlude. To feel all of it for yourself with no preconceived notion of where it will lead you. All I ask is that you invite your imagination for the journey. And thank Alessandro Muresu for any grace that comes from these compositions- he has the gentle touch that balances everything you hear within these gifts.

All of his contact info is in the video description. Subscribe to his channel, he makes new music EVERY DAY!

Let me know how it plays out for you in the end!

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How Wang Fô was saved

May 26, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

For some months now- Ale has been intent on this story of “How Wang Fô was Saved” and he found inspiration to record an Italian translation of the story accompanied by music made specifically for this creation.

I was honored to be asked to create an English translation of the story- which Ale also created accompaniment for.

I had not read the story before the recording. I wanted to test my voice with the words- and once I began reading out loud- I said: “screw it- start the recording.”

You are hearing the story unfold for me for the very first time. I am not exactly sure how it will weave. There are moments you can hear my voice fall because I am shocked at the revelations the text is painting.

I was left with some beautiful insights and contemplations. I hope this story can do the same for you. Please join us as we share the story of:

How Wang Fô was saved

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What do you know you know that you remember?

May 5, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

Microcosm- Inception- You

While in the womb, you just grew and developed and thought whatever thoughts developing souls think cushioned in a vitreous bubble

Listening to the voices outside of yourself as you are jumbled and tumbled around by your incubator, the love of your creator holds you still and yet, not

You didn’t consciously think “I should grow an arm right now”, while your mother craved pickles and puked at the smell of salmon, or laughed at a joke she once told, and then forgot and told again

She didn’t think about her loss or change of appetite as anything other than a sort of synthesis where you were able to show your first impressions of the world, which were merely reflections of the last one you left

Connected yet disconnected by a few stops from your last departure

As a Mother, she, just kind of dealing with it. And hoped for the best. “I don’t care what it is- as long as it is healthy! Ten fingers! Ten toes.”

She didn’t sit to manifest you, but rather said, “So it is, I guess this will do.”

The Mother Knows, that these impressions can last longer than a lifetime and the purging of herself in the openness of newness is proof. Suddenly a new entity, little-me arrives!

To some, on a sunny day and to others a rainy night.

In each of us, there is the reflection of the Mother, for we could not exist without her.

But in each Mother, there is a reflection of eternity, and she graciously imparts that upon us without request. It is a shock for all parties, and a strange blessing without a manual.

The impression is beyond permanent, it is in the genetics and all of the beautiful unfoldings that appear to be effortless

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Saying Goodbye to Facebook!

Audio May 4, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

As I say goodbye to one platform, I open myself up for new explorations. Tonight I recorded a bit of a rundown toward my reason to deactivate my account and put the focus on other places. Join me on this audio journey- and do whatever you want when it comes to your own social media- but if your intuition says “let’s get out of here.” GO, and post haste.

Have you shut it off yet? Do you want to? Let me know about it. I will read what you post and, if you want to interview about it- I am more than happy to hear about your experience. I look at it as walking out of the most unintentionally dysfunctional polyamourous relationship, I never meant to get into.

Sit back relax, and let me tell you about Saying Goodbye to Facebook.

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My Best Friend: What a Difference Four Months Makes

April 25, 2019 madgemidgely Leave a comment

The weather is warming up- and the yard is calling!

Journey Oroborus Wonderdawg has now been in my care for four months, and she is even more amazing every day!

I was reading a post I made last November- about all the dogless moments that were hitting me hard, and it’s crazy to think that so much has happened since the end of last August- but really it is only notable in my little sphere. It probably isn’t profound to anyone else.

I guess to explain a little bit- it is the insights that have befallen me through my sadness and “rebirth” through Journey. Journey truly represents a change inside of myself that is hard to articulate- it wasn’t something missing- it was something that had yet to be awakened but was there all along. Like epigenetics and cultivation, I just needed the right circumstances to enliven something dormant.

I have become more patient, more understanding- attributes I wanted to strengthen but had a hard time controlling and would guilt myself to extremes in regard to; suddenly became effortless as the synthesis of past experience unfolded into a new awakening.

Claddagh and Journey have given me a calmative understanding and awareness. I am conscious of all the ways I was wrong to Claddagh- and I refuse to repeat the pattern with Journey. Journey knows the spirit of Claddagh, they are married within me, and through that devotion our relationship shifts in dimensions. I become a better soul than I was before, and I can feel and see that happening.

It may sound strange- but I really don’t “miss” Claddagh. I continue to experience her every day through Journey because their personalities are so interconnected, there is no room for feeling loss. They are in no way replicas of one another, but they are very much “the same” and the comfort that comes from that is profound in my opinion.

I can compare it to having a few close friends in a place and then moving away and finding new friends who have certain quirks and traits that very akin to friends from the other place. Personality types are drawn to each other and it is a way that we find our “tribes.”

These days, my tribe is mainly my little fur family along with my Uncle and Gma. Every day the humans in my tribe get to see the value and vastness of animal personality and the way it adapts with us. When I am in the yard, and my animals follow me around, I feel like Snow White or something similar. They come when I call, they sing with me, they see me digging in the dirt and they want to help. If that isn’t Spiritual, or Magic- then I don’t know what is.

One of the most profound things to settle down in me through all this transition is facing one simple and “gross” thing- We have to deal with our shit. Not just personally, we have to deal with the shit of others- and the question is, how do we do that? No one wants to deal with shit, but it is a part of life, and if for some reason you don’t have to deal with shit on some level, there is a big problem because it is essential to eliminate waste. If we neglect that fact, things can get extra rancid.

I am cleaning up shit, every. Single. Day. More than once a day, for someone other than myself. And for a while, it would trigger a wave of deep anger and resentment.

“Why me? Why do I have to do this? I already have to clean up for myself.”

Well- I chose this path. Sometimes we choose paths because they appear to have the least resistance, but as we wander that path we realize it may reach a sort of “dead end” which really just means that we have to clear some things out of the way in order to proceed. You have to do the work, or wander around looking for another path… either way it is work and resource.

Journey came to me damaged, which means I need to use all of my knowledge and resources to assist in her healing. By doing so, I am reminded of my own depth of knowledge and it becomes easier to enact that knowing through action because I am driven to assist those who have a hard time assisting themselves- so brilliantly and obvious is this reflection of purpose in co-existence.

How blessed am I? Infinitely so in my humble opinion. A certain sense of joy is becoming alive inside of me that I haven’t felt in what seems like a millennium.

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This is a happy Journey after 2 months 15 days home from being rescued.

A post shared by Madge Midgely (@madgemidgely) on Mar 28, 2019 at 8:31pm PDT

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A List of Thankful

April 8, 2019 madgemidgely 1 Comment

I’m not sure how people have the strength, courage, and fortitude to have children in this modern world. Heck, the more I think of it- it doesn’t matter what time in history we are talking about- having children seems like an absolutely terrifying life path.

I am thankful my parents wanted me so badly that they had to try to make it happen. How I’ve spent years feeling “unwanted” is beyond me. My brother was the accident- but you know what? They wanted him too, they just didn’t have to intend him as they did with me.

I am thankful I was raised before the age of technological saturation. How blessed I was to be woken up at the crack of dawn to go fishing with my aunt; to go sledding in the mountains, to go backcountry to cut down a Christmas tree, to go camping all over the US. Those where the days when imagination was easily immersed in books and drawing paper.

If you had a computer- it belonged to the family, and it wasn’t used that often because it interfered with the phone line that everyone also shared. It was a time in history when there were time limits for these shared resources. Set the kitchen timer for a twenty-minute phone call. When the timer went off- the call would need to wrap up- post haste. If you needed the computer, you could use it for an hour, but not if someone was expecting a phone call.

I am thankful I was raised in a time where we had to communicate our needs and expectations to one another- face to face. A lost time when dinner was ready, your parents would holler at you to set the table- instead of sending a text message to the room down the hall. It scares me to think that this is how we have adapted to our technology.

I am grateful that most of my youthful indiscretion was analog. Stupid mistakes made before the time when everyone had a digital instant camera in their pocket, ready to record the blunders of those around them. A time before “revenge porn” and naked selfies. I can’t imagine the unconscious stress this adds to teenage/ young adult lives. I can’t imagine how this will change the foundation of relationships in the future. Yet another terrifying thought that brings me back to my appreciation for how much simplicity we had at one time.