love beneath the wave

love beneath the wave


it's time for me again now
that quiet path to seek
by the cliffs and hawks' nests
and trains across the way;
above the town up on the hill
I find a quiet peace,
and hear the waters lapping
on the bay

I will greet my father
for he's gone beneath the wave
I remember my first love,
her lips so sweet!
I'll whisper a message to them
for a remnant we can save
of old loves now hidden
in the deep.

and here now in the morning
what is it now I crave?
of ancient days gone past
what may I seek?
I'll place a stone upon an altar
and the altar by the wave;
their names in hidden silence
I will keep.







(C)2011-2020 by W.G. Milne

ROCK AND ROLL WOMEN AND DIANA THE HUNTRESS

          

There is nothing, nowhere, and no place: where any human being from six to one hundred and sixteen is any more vulnerable than in his/her sex. Now that's just a fact, and you can trust me in this: I used to be a singer-songwriter, and I led my own band and played a terrific rhythm guitar. And in all honesty, women used to line up by the stage to have sex with me.(Though truly for the first six months, I had NO IDEA what these gorgeous,intelligent patient and
pneumatic, clear-eyed, strong and hungry female human animals were doing in a line.)
                        Let's say there were eight to fifteen women before the stage in one very orderly
line that formed a near perfect right-angel with the line of stage monitors ( a line that defines the front of the stage.) 90 degrees! And these were quiet cats. They didn't talk to each other. They had no need to talk to each other. All these fine women (with great musical taste and fulsome limbs)
they were of one Mind. And let's call it the Mind of Diana the Huntress.
                          I'd walk by behind the amplifiers and when I glanced into the crowd, what I was
seeing was a phenomenon so strange that at first it did not compute in my brain. I remember
asking Charlie, our bass player, who was still standing on stage with his guitar, patiently
watching the sea of people get more and more roused to demand an encore: I asked him, "What
in God's Name are all those beautiful creature doing?"
                          He said, "They're waiting for you." And he smiled. Charlie is a little guy with one big sardonic smile.
                           "You're out of your mind!" I replied and he could see I meant it so he started to laugh. Now Charlie, was an experienced musician and he'd been to a lot of shows and many recording sessions. So I tended to trust him. But not in this case. This was too weird even for me to digest.
                            When I was 20-30-40 years old I was a good looking man. People told me this, but I never really believed them. And by the time I was mature enough to see a semi-semblance of
reality, I was no longer particularly good looking. In fact, I'd avoid mirrors until noon, because I definitely did not want to see my big bloodshot eyes staring intently back at me first thing in the A.M. The experience was frightening because I could see my own mortality clear as a coconut in a
dancing palm tree. And no one wants to see this before their first stiffener (in my case 190 proof full strength Wray and Nephew white rum fed with an eye-dropper into strong Blue Mountain coffee).
                               What's the point? The point is that any one of these women would have ignored me in a half-empty restaurant. These were Alpha females and they really looked the part. I'm an Alpha male, but I do all kinds of things to disguise this fact. And usually my disguise as a half-assed
sheepish comedian works.
                                 Any man with half a brain, and who has studied Greek mythology and the Grimm fairy tales KNOWS that fifteen women of the tribe of Diana the Huntress standing together
 with silent intent is a situation more dangerous than an 8.0 earthquake. Any one of these gals could absolutely devastate your life. And ten of them together might decide to divvy up your body parts for souvenirs. 
                                 With a bottle of whiskey in me I'd shake all their hands, kiss their cheeks, respectfully look in  each woman's eyes and solemnly greet her, then lead four or five of them
upstairs. But almost always very little happened because I've been gradually turning into
more and more of a monk. We'd get down to bras and panties and underwear and do a lot of fondling. But we had very little out and out sex,
                                  I'd order up five bottles of red wine and some club house sandwhich and we'd eat and talk and many times we'd all pass out in the same bed and I'd wake up at five in the
morning with all these lovely women coiled around me. And I'd gaze a long time at each of them
with utter attention. And I loved every one of them in my heart-mind and I stroked their hair, and I asked the Lord of the Meeting Rivers, God of Poetry and Song and the One whose presence
rides the clouds and I asked a blessing for all of us. And that's what we received.
                                   These women were not coming upstairs with me just because they wanted
sexual love; they wanted  an embrace  and a communion of the eyes, and a glimpse of that
wondrous lover they'd always seen just a little bit out of reach, the magic man who was always disappearing around corners. This is the love they heard in my songs, and this is why I suppose they followed me upstairs. 
                                    And I loved them for the constancy of their dream. And when I left them
still safe and asleep, I was usually weeping as I looked back one last time and saw them
glowing in the light of early dawn, imbued with a beauty too strong for me to bear.

THE MUSHROOM SPEAKS... BY TERENCE McKENNA

THE MUSHROOM SPEAKS by Terence McKenna

"THE MUSHROOM SPEAKS by Terence McKenna

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THE MUSHROOM SPEAKS by Terence McKenna

"I am old, older than thought in your species, which is itself fifty times older than your history. Though I have been on earth for ages I am from the stars. My home is no one planet, for many worlds scattered through the shining disc of the galaxy have conditions which allow my spores an opportunity for life. The mushroom which you see is the part of my body given to sex thrills and sun bathing, my true body is a fine network of fibers growing through the soil. These networks may cover acres and may have far more connections than the number in a human brain.

My mycelial network is nearly immortal--only the sudden toxification of a planet or the explosion of it's parent star can wipe me out. By means impossible to explain because of certain misconceptions in your model of reality all my mycelial networks in the galaxy are in hyperlight communication through space and time. The mycelial body is as fragile as a spider's web but the collective hypermind and memory is a vast historical archive of the career of evolving intelligence on many worlds in our spiral star swarm. Space, you see, is a vast ocean to those hardy life forms that have the ability to reproduce from spores, for spores are covered with the hardest organic substance known.

Across the aeons of time and space drift many spore forming life-forms in suspended animation for millions of years until contact is made with a suitable environment. Few such species are minded, only myself and my recently evolved near relatives have achieved the hyper-communication mode and memory capacity that makes us leading members in the community of galactic intelligence. How the hyper-communication mode operates is a secret which will not be lightly given to humans.

But the means should be obvious: it is the occurrence of psilocybin and psilocin in the biosynthetic pathways of my living body that opens for me and my symbiots the vision screens to many worlds. You as an individual and Homo sapiens as a species are on the brink of the formation of a symbiotic relationship with my genetic material that will eventually carry humanity and earth into the galactic mainstream of the higher civilizations.

Since it is not easy for you to recognize other varieties of intelligence around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism. But beyond the cohesion of the members of a species into a single social organism there lie richer and even more baroque evolutionary possibilities. Symbiosis is one of these. Symbiosis is a relation of mutual dependence and positive benefits for both species involved.

Symbiotic relationships between myself and civilized forms of higher animals have been established many times and in many places throughout the long ages of my development. These relationships have been mutually useful; within my memory is the knowledge of hyperlight drive ships and how to build them. I will trade this knowledge for a free ticket to new worlds around suns younger and more stable than your own.

To secure an eternal existence down the long river of cosmic time, I again and again offer this agreement to higher beings and thereby have spread throughout the galaxy over the long millenia.

A mycelial network has no organs to move the world, no hands; but higher animals with manipulative abilities can become partners with the star knowledge within me and if they act in good faith, return both themselves and their humble mushroom teacher to the million worlds to which all citizens of our starswarm are heir."

Follow your bliss and doors will open - Joseph Campbell

A wonderful man, and he's onto something
here.

GOD, GODDESS AND THE STRENGTH OF MEN, FORBIDDEN MINDSETS, SEED vs CASTRATION

ROVING REPORTER RANTS

WRITING ABOUT MYSTICS, SPIRITUAL QUESTS, GNOSTIC GOSPELS, REALIZATION (FOUNDATION EXPERIENCE) MYSTERIES INVESTIGATED, REPORTS ON THE WEIRD AND THE STRANGE,THE SAVAGE AND INANE; STAYING IN THE ZONE, OVERCOMING REPRESSIONS OF ALL KINDS - HUMOUR WHENEVER POSSIBLE...TO PENETRATE THE THIN MEMBRANE INTO THE EXISTENCE OF A DEEPER AND DARKER REALITY AND REPORT BACK TO YOU.

Saturday, June 14, 2014 GODS SEED AND CASTRATION

                                    Having  said that there is only one God, the One who is Creating Us....    He/She has been celebrated in many ways.
And I might add Yahweh, Jah, our Father - who is said to
condemn Baal... He is the storm god, god of ejaculating fertility...

God as Seed:
                          Baal... Jehovah condemns Baal?
                         In fact, this is not so - Jehovah used to BE Baal. Originally he was God of SEED, God of the fecund furrowed fields.  The original function of God was inseminating the earth. Providing seed that renews itself. 

 Evil:
           

Any force that opposes this seed-creating function
of the One Who Is Creating Us, any such force or entity
or corporation is evil. Make no mistake, this is evil
with a capital "E". Seed is meant to replenish itself.
This is the very essence of God and Goddess.

              Baal has been given a bad name. But Baal
is not evil.  The Father God used to be Baal in one of His earlier incarnations.
            So let's cut the bullshit... 

All this horse manure about 'sex is bad', 'sex is a sin'.
 God used to be sex itself. An ejaculating phallus in the sky!
            But this function of the deity went out of fashion.
We no longer wish to see God in that way.
                        Times change but basic realities don't change.

 Pleasure:
                       

As primitive society grew more sophisticated  people got tired of seeing
rows of men, dicks in hand, masturbating into the
rising sun...

Honouring Him by emulating the primary function of the Divine Being.
              OK, people got tired of seeing this...this I can understand. But to place a Biblical injunction against such activities... well, that's
going a little far.
               One  fact must be remembered, before we follow the  tendencies of this day
to not respect the fertility aspects of God... The basic fact is:

 PLEASURE IS THE MOTIVATING FACTOR OF THE UNIVERSE.

It is the motivating factor of all living organisms, even single-celled organisms are motivated
by following pleasure. 
              For example, it feels good to eat. It feels good to procreate.
              Let us not be too quick to condemn pleasurable activities. 

Castration         
             To the early Greeks, there were many gods, male and
female. The head god was male, let's call him,
"Zeus" although his father, whom he castrated was called
Chronos, and Chronos, when he took over... he castrated his
father, also.
           The name Chronos is another name for TIME . And like it or not, TIME CASTRATES ALL MEN.
           If you have a castration fetish, and most men do, for
obvious reasons... this might sound kind  of arousing...
the vulnerability of the testicles, swinging in the wind,
the fact that balls are so easily removed gets many
men musing on the subject of castration.
             The castration that time gives you in reality is not arousing; after the fact, it is not erotic at all.

             The earlier gods had a strange sense of values.
You could kill and steal, and that was all right... so long as
you didn't steal the cattle of the sun god, you were more or
less O.K.
            The one type of behaviour the Greek gods really
would not allow - really would not sit still for... what really
pissed them off was 'hubris'. Hubris is extreme egotism.
Hubris is an extreme form of arrogance, such as, "I can
throw a spear farther than Ares, the god of war." Well, you 
didn't say such things out loud. In fact, you didn't even
think such things, or the gods would get you!
                   Another 'no no' was saying something
like: "I am more beautiful than the goddess of love".
You don't make or even think such statements about
Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love...or very unromantic
 DOOM will be right around the corner for you! 
               Aphrodite has many ways to punish us.
I've seen it in others; I've felt the doom in myself.
Sometimes this doom can feel very like falling
in love.
                  
             Arrogance such as to diminish the dignity
of the gods, this is still not a good idea. I am convinced
that the Greek gods are still  present, certainly
in the back of our brains,  and they still kick the
shit out of us when we are arrogant.


Death:
This wonderland, this play land
called the 'human psyche' has more ins and outs
than anyone could ever mention.
                  Even death has many entrances and exits.
And just like in a theatre, where you can always see
the exit sign, if you look carefully, and get down
on all fours to examine the situation, you will see
the bright light of day penetrates under the doors...
         Even in the darkest dungeon, light can be found eventually... 
                In  "life's rich pageant", in the darkest play, exits can be found. Sometimes an entity, a psychic reality such
as one of the Greek gods, can show you the way out of the maze in which  you might find yourself trapped.
              Never say never about anything.
               All things are possible. One door closes and another
opens. Death is an opening door.

Goddess and forgiveness:               
         Before the patriarchal gods, of course, religion was a matriarchy. The Goddess ran things and I don't believe She is gone, either... We give
Her different names... but, she's still around. And She
can be wonderfully maternal, kind and forgiving,
like the warmth of the sun in an open field. Like the warmth of living in a straw longhouse in an
open meadow. The Goddess can embrace you and can forgive you in the most wonderful of
ways.

Goddess and Castration:
             But don't count on it. Don't take Her for granted. Do not belittle Her in any way.
             Have you ever looked into the eyes of a woman as you are falling in love with her...
sometimes, on rare occasions, her face will light
up more brightly than usual - a golden glow surrounds
her head as a halo, and there is radiance in her smile.
At such moments, in my humble opinion, she has
become She.  
               Your lover has been mounted by the Goddess.
Try not to fall in love, when this happens. You will fail,
 my friend. Love will find you and this is almost always
a good thing.
              Once again, Aphrodite is not a Being you want to
mess with... horrible things happen to men who
have insulted the Goddess.
              For example, have you heard the one about the handsome young man who falls in love with a 3-legged dog, and he is seen on all fours, throughout the town, scampering after her ceaselessly...ignoring the advice of friends.

              Many jokes are told about such men.
And such jokes are not kind.
         

    To insult the Goddess, especially the Goddess of Love, this is not a course of action
I recommend to anybody.
             Remember what time does to male fertility. TIME CASTRATES ALL MEN.
Time can be sped up!  And don't forget the Fates,
the Three Sisters... one sister has a pair of scissors in her hand... and she can cut the thread of a man's life, or the thread of a man's balls, whenever she wishes... and this is not just a

metaphor, either. 
        This is what is called, "The fickle finger of fate."