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.
Frank sat on the stump above his burrow and rubbed some snow in his face. His head felt hot, and he had boiled his brain to the tune of several million lost brain cells the night before... all on his own. Sitting by himself was getting to be a dangerous place to be. He didn't have to go outside to get mugged. He was quite capable of mugging himself...right where he was sitting. And this was often what happened --- depending on how many ounces of overproof rum he had on hand. And since the bar was just right across the Main Lane, he tended to have quite a bit of the stuff.
A song I wrote when I was trapped in one jail and then another - and I couldn't reach my Baby, who was on the verge of leaving me... and the cells were locked at 8:00 P.M. ... no late night phone calls, no nothing. "OH MY BABY I'M ALL ALONE AND I'M STUCK HERE ALONE ON THE TELEPHONE... YOU SAID YOU'D LOVE ME AND YOU'D STAY THAT WAY FOREVER AND EVER AND A DAY." (C)1986-2019 by W.G. Milne
a slow apprehension of infinity puts a perspective on our daily concerns sitting here as the silver sun sets behind the Milton hills watching the traffic pass on the 4-lane highway the lights on the cars like beacons within me large budless trees unblossoming as yet a darkness under the soil sensory deprivation creates a great acceleration of sense infinity, this Lord's day with us always its riotous flowering a grace of sense elemental forms unfolding the depth of my love for you is the depth of this soil, the height of the glistening stars the wheeling lights of eternity in my hand and only you who have left me makes me sorrowful otherwise I would laugh laugh with the birth of suns and the graceful exit of this one from the day. (C)1987 by W.G. Milne
I was a folksinger, way back when, when I wrote and sang these songs. Johnny Rock had been born, but was not a band-leader then. I was playing solo with an acoustic guitar. (C) 1980-2019 by W.G. Milne
AH THE LOVE! ____________ (1) I've got something to say to you, You know a message you can use They've been lying to us, They never tell the truth The greatest wars we ever fought Were not fought below, above The greatest journey known to man Will take us to the love
(2) There's something missing here
I hope you understand
We're lost in a circus
Buying out our fellow man
AH THE LOVE! ____________ (1) I've got something to say to you, You know a message you can use They've been lying to us, They never tell the truth The greatest wars we ever fought Were not fought below, above The greatest journey known to man Will take us to the love
(2) There's something missing here I hope you understand We're lost in a circus Buying out our fellow man
I'm coming out of the depression pod --- my mind is back again. Hey, I feel like myself! ALL OF A SUDDEN I CAN DO LOTS OF THINGS! I am back above water - out of the sub-aquatic tunnel. Which means that in the past few weeks, I have been a lesser being - tied in a morass of guilt and shame. These are biochemical extremes. And this involves assuming various lesser personae. Thinking doesn't help to cure them. It seems I just have to be patient, until the wheel comes round again and I am awake. And I am myself again. ****************************** OK. True enough, but t here is so much more to say. And I'll say it here. In these pages.**************
I wrote this song hitchhiking across Canada. I started in Toronto, passed thru north-western Ontario, then on to Winnipeg, then across the prairies... into the mountains - up and over, coasting down the Fraser Valley to Vancouver... then to the west coast of Vancouver Island. Then, soon as we tasted the Pacific Ocean, we turned around and hitched back all the way into Northern Quebec... Chicutami, Chibougameau (SP?) ...round the Gaspe, up to Sidney... and on and on and finally back to North Bay. That's when I wrote this song... eventually, I'd lie back against a road sign and I didn't care if I got a ride or not... Then the song came to me. (C)2017 by W.G.Milne. I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar and harmonica. Peter Rowland was the engineer & also played great lead guitar.
The idea was that the song should sound like the waves coming in and the waves going out --- at equal tempo. Not a normal rhythm for a Western song. Song is called, 'NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE."
