Here is my recent collaboration with Alessandro.
While camping, I got caught in quite the hail storm and had to wait it out in the warm safety of Argo, my Subaru Crosstrek. While inside I played DJ with the window wipers, the air fan control, and the radio/ CD player. I was pumped to have a Daft Punk disc in my possession- it really lends a vibe.
Alessandro took the raw files and created the musical glue that holds my chaos into cohesion.
Enjoy this new sample of expression.
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.
We are more than we recognize. It’s time to reintroduce ourselves to ourselves.
Reading from previous personal posts. Links below.
What if you found out you are an angel?
If we are Angels, when do we ascend?
Music by Alessandro Muresu, Album- Nubi Volume 3 2018- Track 6: A Matter of Principal
Alessandro Muresu Bandcamp
Alessandro Muresu Facebook Artist Page
I like the parts of this etymology that says “grow anew” or to be “born again” , “reappear.”I like it because it is true, time is not linear and more and more these days we are allowed to reconnect with deep soul kin… essentially elongating our interaction through these different wave lengths and time lines.
I am living this now and I want to share some of it with you. Obviously my series about My Best Friend(‘s Journey) is some of the amazing proof of this reality.
My creativity is expressed in many ways: these blogs, the journals, the scraps, the paintings, the music and the spoken word I can’t contain. So much content with context.
I wanted to create a post with all the links to the music up to now because my creative collaborator Alessandro Muresu is some sort of vibration soul mate born on another continent. He is precious to me because he brings out the best in what I struggle with in experiment AND his passion bleeds through his work, for whatever reason he also found me a compatible collaborator and what happens through sound files is soothing for us both. Feeling old and familiar, but new and extraordinary.
I shall not build it up too much more.
Preface- All of these sound qualities have a drone, which is the specialty of Ale. I am the chaos that interferes but can also create soothing. Ale brings all of the balance in composition. My success’ are accidental. I am sloppy but focused. I have no idea what I am doing, but I love manipulating sound. My voice is a tool to those ends. These are posted from earliest to most recent. I invite you to listen to the evolution of it over all and to visit the rest of Alessandro’s Archive of Wonder.
If you don’t want to listen to all of them, pick one for now out of what you are drawn to. It’s probably the right one for you in the moment.
Listen to Yourself
FTC Part 1
FTC Part 2
Squeaky Floor
Save
Ode (To Us)
173 Part 1
173 Part 2
173 Part 3
173 part 4
177
Karibu
Recording 21
Rudiments
Recording 15
*Credits to my late Grandfather Edward Lee Chapman for the heading photo in this post. He really had an eye for light and shadow.
The walls were fortress’. The arches were acoustic accouterments that swirled cells, existing as portals from one world to another. Each room an infinite expanse of healing in balance of light and shadow.
The colorful windows served to display the various vibrations that emanate from colored light. The steeples reached toward Heaven, and the exchange of energy between those points, transformed the ever existent Source illumination.
Source Illumination isn’t just a “light”. Or an “idea” – It is the electricity that powered our world and animated our Spirit.
They knew the priceless nature of Infinite Energy.
Where once we built physical structure to connect, the wiping of our history requires we reflect and remember, only to realize that we are being refined as those points of light. Those Cosmic Connections. Star Children. Descendants of Tartaria.
The choice now- is to augment inorganically, or to organically augment. They are not the same. We’ve had the tools all along. Thankfully there are those that still remember.
#Tartaria #StarCities #OrganicTechnology #Spirit
No one gets very far when they find themselves battling in the middle of the road. It isn’t until everyone is severely injured that those who can, will trudge forward. Our spirit does this on the daily, and yet we perpetuate it in physical reality through perpetual discord; showing a total disregard for common connection. This is true ignorance and insanity. Today that battle ends..
Welcome to the debut of the Perfect Timing Foundation. Perfect Timing isn’t a charity or a 501c3 non-profit. It’s just, Perfect Timing always has an unseen Foundation that it is built upon.
Perfect Timing is a thing that Past Me grabbed for a Time yet to be determined. And tonight Future/ Present Me/I want to welcome it to the collective experience.
What determines Perfect Timing? Perhaps it is just the moment we are aware enough to know that every moment is perfect even at its most poetically tragic. Perhaps it’s just a brief part of a sunset or the moment we fall in love. We name a Mountain a mountain in order to determine it’s lack of resemblance to what we call a Valley or the Plains. Just as an Ocean and a Stream, are not the same, they are all filled with water that exists in various states of development and health.
Today, is the perfect day. Even if it may not have been perceived by all. Something unexplained broke loose and it was experienced first hand, fully embracing the awareness of its existence. This awareness has crept out of the collective at times before, but like an animal who feels threatened at a presence it can’t see, goes on guard, becoming reactive in defense, further retreating until it is bold enough again to step out, or test the waters.
A barrier of defense was lifted tonight. Deeper levels of trust were settled. We are seeing who is in the Alliance and who is against it from the MACRO to the micro. Intrigue is in the air, and it all depends on our reactions.
Tonight is the beginning of the end of petty quarrels. Tonight is the night we begin reparations by means of bold transparency and honesty. Who feels this Perfect Timing? Who has been ready for it?
Breathe in Tomorrow. Breath out Tomorrow. When the insanity of division meets you with conflict, keep your truth and battle by the guidance of your heart for the heart is in direct connection to the soul. The soulless no longer have a chance.
This is going to be intimidating but fun. May Perfect Timing, BEGIN!
I’ve sat here for years now, slowly attempting to kill myself for no discernible reason. The deeper I dig the less I know. Over these past years my passions have been purged, and I am left wondering what the point of all of this is, for me, specifically. Once upon a time I was a person who felt a strong purpose for living. I was certain I was something special, though there was nothing outward about me that would elucidate such a theory.
I came to think of myself as one of the dreamers. My hands were never meant to stir the pots, but my dreams were ingredients to a larger stew. I knew I wasn’t the only Dreamer, but at times it felt like I might be. Something like the simulation theory, there was one player, playing many parts in the same game, but the avatars seemed clueless to this fact. I was one of the few who wondered why the others couldn’t see how obvious it all was.
Some people are born into the world a sleepy eyed blank slate. They believe everything they are taught, and they are not taught to question and so they don’t until they are forced to. Once they start to question life starts to fall apart level by level. Red pilled. Life will never be the same. Some refuse the red pill, they can’t face their fear of what is on the other side of the veil.
There are those like me born with one foot on the other side of the veil, and one foot grounded in the simulation. A delicate dance of walking a wire between worlds. It’s hard to explain the spiritual nature of existence to those who deny the spirit even exists. Everyone is born knowing the spirit world exists however the purity in that knowing is often sullied within the first few years of life for a variety of reasons.
It can be a long, hard road getting back to that place of knowing and experiencing the spirit, once one shuts it down or turns it off.
I could never avoid the spiritual realm. It would come to my dreams and in my waking life. At times I felt as if there was a bubble of protection around me, which helped substantiate my theory of some purpose. I figured that purpose would reveal itself as something tangible at some point, however I still feel like I am in a waiting room.
I start to wonder if part of the Dream Job, is to lose all desire for this world. “To be in the World, but not OF the World.” These days that is exactly where I exist. In but not of this World. I anticipate it’s collapse as I write this. The signs are here that something big is on the horizon. The Dreamers have sewn the Dream, and now the Integrator’s are weaving the Dream into the Fabric of Reality. Restitching the pattern as we’ve known it. All we need is enough people to man the Loom. The rest will take care of itself because Spirit is on the side of change. The expiration date grows ever closer.
We must become sick and disgusted before anything will change and that is why it is prophesied that there will be great upheaval. Some will riot against Creation and Spirit. Others will riot against Death and Destruction. The spirit that drives these entities will have no recourse but to clash in a battle to the end. It’s already told as to what side will prevail but that knowing doesn’t stop the course of events as they were written in the Time Template so long ago. There is nothing we can do about the outcome other than pick our sides wisely, there is a point coming where there will no longer be any grey area. No middle ground, fence riding. Simply, Hot or Cold. Life or Death.
Madge Midgely 