And so the wheel... 
turns.
April 2008.
Right at the beginning of this now not-so-new year, I sat in a friends kitchen chatting about the numerology of this year.
A 10 year I said, Wheel of Fortune. Could be a year of plodding along, calm, not much happening, just life going along as it always does....
It soon became apparent that far from taking the form of a wheel that rolls along, rolling over everything, it was to include the inevitable beginnings and endings of the number 10.
1. The start of something new, the beginning. The first step.
0. Nothing, zero... Also a circle, or cycle, indicating the cycle of all things.
A good friend of mine suffered the loss of a very good friend. He had been very ill, but his death hadn't been expected quite so suddenly. It became quite obvious that this would be a year of endings and beginnings.
In the past 4 weeks, 2 friends have confirmed pregnancies, One had her baby the day before my Nan died. I've attended one wedding and have another to go to in a few weeks, and of course, a funeral.
My moods have been everywhere, and there no longer seems to be any relief. At the moment, I feel more in control that I have been recently
2008 for me is going to be a year of trying to find the centre, my centre, my peace. I have had enough of clinging on to the wheel while it spins, like sitting on the edge of a roundabout and feeling sick and dizzy. There is a place in the centre where you can sit, where you can remain still, while the roundabout spins around you.
I am feeling more and more drawn to meditation, or quiet moments, more drawn to paint (haha) but I have yet to quieten my mind enough, yet to find time enough for me to sink myself into something deep.
At least the clouds have lifted for now... lets kick off our shoes and run across the sand and make the most of the sunshine
Relief
Devious Comments
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Feel the ENERGY!
Jesus said, "The power of hate is strong, but Love conquers all. God is Love."
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The Sun is breathing Color
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The Sun is breathing Color
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laissez fair motherfuckers!
Dear Friends,
I am sending this to key people in the fields of art, consciousness, humanitarian efforts, and animal activists...that you may pass it on.
In my next book, PROMETHEAN FLAMES, I use the term "deadstallation" to describe the vacant and dead art of "installations" today. I did not expect my term to become literally TRUE. In 2007, the so-called 'artist', Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death.
For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors to the exhibition watched, emotionless, as the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, eventually killed him. The walls were decorated with words made of dog food.
But this is not all... the prestigious Visual Arts Bienniale of Central America decided that the 'installation' was actually art, not only calling it "art" but AWARDING him the prestigious FIRST PRIZE. Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the Biennial of 2008.
SEE THE VIDEO HERE:
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PLEASE HELP STOP HIM.
sign the petition to stop this asshole by going to;
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It is no wonder that genuine artists who are deeply involved in expressing an integral and spiritual vision are beset with great challenges in the business of contemporary art. All in all, deep works of art are not likely to be found in the modern art museums, galleries and Bienniales, which are the contemporary counterpart to the palace in the fairy tale The Emperor’s New Clothes by Hans Christian Anderson. Contemporary museums prefer to literally buy
and exhibit Manzoni's ‘canned shit’, piss aquariums with Christ inside, blood and guts on the floor, morons muttering nonsense on a video screen or peuk-filled bottles lit up from behind.
David Lee, editor of Art Review magazine:
“Last year’s Turner Prize winner, Chris Ofili, used elephant dung in his painting. Damien Hirst won the prize in 1997 for displaying the severed halves of a cow and calf in formaldehyde and artist Tony Kaye tried to submit a homeless steel worker for the prize. The judges’ bluster about Epoetry and the other all-purpose drivel they trotted out in defense of their choice is unhelpful to those of us who remain bewildered. It would have been educative for the entire nation to be flies on the wall of the Tate director’s office when the judges were deliberating. We would have learned the criteria used for judging such work and not have had to take on trusting the mindless paeans, more drivel uttered by those snake oil salesmen from the Tate’s Department of Interpretation. As it is we are none the wiser. Is it
art? It might be but it does not look like it to me . . .”
With little or no change, just a few years ago, the Tate Gallery in London once again held its annual Turner Prize Awards, a cultural event that supposedly presents what is considered to be the highest and most valued art being created today. It is the ‘very latest’, what is on the cutting edge of the contemporary art scene and in their mounting of this exhibition they revealed their conniving and irresponsible behavior yet again. The exhibition consisted of works composed of bones, blood and guts, absurd assemblages and installations of garbage, virtually all of it vile and grotesque. To this, on the other side of the world, now we can add the murder of a dog as an exhibition in 2007 with a scheduled re-appearance in November, 2008.
Oy vey, if I could only get my hands on this bastard-excuse for a human being, and make him part of my next exhibition....now what would that look like???
Love
Prof Phil
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myspace: [link]
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The Sun is breathing Color
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~Silvestre
A poem by the lightfull rumi
From these depths depart towards heaven;
may your soul be happy, journey joyfully.
You have escaped from the city full of fear and trembling;
happily become a resident of the Abode of Security
If the body’s image has gone, await the image-maker; if the
body is utterly ruined, become all soul.
If your face has become saffron pale through death, become a
dweller among tulip beds and Judas trees.
If the doors of repose have been barred to you, come, depart
by way of the roof and the ladder.
If you are alone from Friends and companions, by the help of
God become a saheb-qeran. [lord of happy circumstance].
If you have been secluded from water and bread, like bread
become the food of the souls, and so become!
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The Sun is breathing Color
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note me for art sale/commission. i will happily sell anything I'm not too attached to - like an arm or somesuch.
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Veronica & I are going to get married on top of a mountain..& there will be flutes playing & trombones & garlands of fresh..'erbs, & we will dance! until the sun rises, & our children will form a family band & tour the countryside & you wont be invited!
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You can always succeed when together~~^^
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The Sun is breathing Color
with love and respect
Matthias
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The Sun is breathing Color
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ABRACADABRA!!!!!!
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my friend [link] and I are doing commissions...send me a note if you or anybody you know would like one!
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Your face seems so familiar, we've met some place before
Could be we were lovers, maybe eye to eye, some war
Pulling faces screaming like two imbeciles,
Two racing bayonets, we connect
It's unmistakeable...
We're destined to repeat
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Ajraan Feänaro Sîrfalas
I love your sig... Take care xx
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I can’t see what I’m becoming.
I can only become it.
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ABRACADABRA!!!!!!
Lily
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When the Power of Love Overcomes the Love of Power this World Will know Peace.
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- Imagine You're Creation
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I can’t see what I’m becoming.
I can only become it.
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