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Tuesday, September 17, 2019

A LIFE OF BIOCHEMICAL EXTREMES


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

Monday, September 2, 2019

ACID RAIN & ETERNITY CAFE 5457304948262708984 n mp4



We were playing in front of a large audience at Wylders,
Main Street, North Bay... a magical moment in a song.













NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE

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." 

Sunday, September 1, 2019

ONE STEP FORWARD, ANOTHER STEP BACK





Just me and a Bontempi.   No effects on voice.


You can find more William Milne songs at:

William Milne Channel on You Tube.

I FEEL BAD ENOUGH THAT I'M WRITING POETRY





THIS place is OK. At least I have a comfortable
chair to sit in - not like in jail.

*

I haven't had a woman in here for weeks. And
I'm getting what perhaps is an unhealthy obsession...

More on this later.

                        
***

WHEN THERE IS NO HOPE, THERE IS LIFE AGAIN.

                                   ***


My situation isn't exactly hopeless, but it is dire.
       Plus I feel bugs crawling on me... and they're
really there this time.

(It's not the D.T.s.)



                                               ****

There were those who thought it was wrong to put
a comb through their hair. And there were those who thought
washing was wrong...

I agree with them, kinda, but not washing has made me
no friends.

These are the people who wanted to be mystics.

                               *    *    *

RE: MYSTICS  see the following:


THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY

THE MYSTIC AND THE CHILD AT PLAY


(1)In all forms of mystical endeavour a one-pointed mind is essential. A one-pointed mind
means a focused mind.

(2) It is also necessary to find a sacred or blessed site on which to ground yourself.

You can have a spot cleansed by yourself,
and sanctified by the Lord of Hosts. The
site, the locus is important and getting grounded in this place is even more essential.
You must be grounded when you begin
your sitting.

Jesus said: "Among those born of women, from

Adam until John the Baptist, there is no one superior to John the Baptist that his eyes should not be lowered (before him).Yet I have said, whichever one of you comes to be a child will be acquainted with the kingdom and will become superior to John."

In all the activities of man, no one is more focused than a child at play. His concentration is not dualistic or divided. So we work towards the focus of a child at play.


This is what we want when we begin a mystical endeavour.
Posted by WILLIAM MILNE at 1:02 AM 📷 📷

****XX

Saturday, August 31, 2019

I TOAST YOU WITH A ROSE...AS THE WIND HITS THE ANCIENT TREES



And now up the long highway

        down

And on the long lake international

Road glows like spirits that rise from the 

        ground

With the toast of a rose

To galaxies ancestral.


                         ***


The early Christians made this promise:

"Understand the Word and you will not
      taste death."

This mystery is the meaning of eternal life -

Here open the gates to Eternity...

It is through this Door that the True One

        Speaks,

The Door here in these words

        the Father bequeaths.



                          *   *    *


Our Lord Christ is
    
Making His presence felt

In the awakening Minds

Of His people.

                             *   *   *


The discovery of ancient

    (formerly suppressed)

Gospels in Egypt, mid 20th 

     century;

And the miracle that these books

      survived 2,000 years in the sands...

 This fact now fuels 

The glorious awakening.

                         *    *    *










(C)2019 by W.G. Milne


Friday, August 30, 2019

WALK ON TO THE WATER, WALK ON TO THE SOURCE - WELCOME TO JAMROCK





I went to a reggae festival, 
After Bob Marley had died...
 The spirits were calling out 
For a new voice --- 
So I gave you mine.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

I DREAMED IT WAS MY IMAGINING



This song is based on a dream in which I saw a city on fire, and
some atrocity had occurred.


(C)1990-2019 by W.G. Milne ...........singer and songwriter

for JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS... All rights reserved.

An alternate title is: "I DREAMED IT WAS A SUNDANCE"

TO APPOLINAIRE -w.g. milne poem in English


autumn's yearly brilliant pain
as our loves go, so our dreams
so goes the river by this beach
water's silent violent speech
so goes our ancient sorrow
*
if love is gone but life remains
and I am left still standing here
and you are now so out of reach
I also share the river's tears
*
as our love goes, so our dreams
below this bridge to pass downstream
must I still remember then
when love has gone and I remain?
*
I can't keep on, I cannot, no!
I cannot keep this love alone
I see your eyes in the mystery
coursing slowly past this beach
*
Love runs away like water flows
how swift love flows how slow life goes
I see your face just one instant, brief
Your face in waters beyond reach
*
it's some mystery I don't know
as our loves go so our dreams
you blow a secret kiss to me
Mona Lisa of the stream
*
the boys they climb in the apple trees
as our love goes so our dreams
can you leave a magic gift for me?
bright apples shine upon the beach.




This poem was inspired by Apollinaire's "SOUS LE PONT MIRABEAU".

It's not a translation. It's something more fundamental than that.

(C)200-2019 by W.G. Milne

Thursday, August 22, 2019

ELEVATOR GIRL



I'm the lead singer and song-writer of JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS... this was our first and only attempt at a pop song.

(C)1980-2019 by W.G. Milne

IKKYO

Books, koans, sitting, miss the heart
But not the fishermen’s songs.
Rain pelts the river.
I sing beyond all of it.


***

In war, there’s no time
To teach or learn Zen.
Carry a strong stick,
Bash your attackers.


              ***

Stilted koans and convoluted answers are all monks have,
Pandering endlessly to officials and rich patrons.
Good friends of the dharma, so proud, let me tell you:
A brothel girl in gold brocade is worth more than any of you.


***

A sex-loving monk – you object!
Hot-blooded and passionate, totally aroused.
Remember, though, lust can consume all passion,
Transmuting base metal into pure gold.



                               *

I walked through the door of death,
Came back, went back, and came here.
Brisk wind, warm rain,
Dawn – the bleached moon.



                                *

Very high clouds –
Look!
Not one word
Helped them get up there.


Friday, August 16, 2019

NON LOCALIZED CONSCIOUSNESS, PRIMORDIAL TRANSCENDENCE

    

      I thought transcendent vision was a gift I had developed.
But it's more than that - transcendence is an aspect of non localized consciousness. We all can tap into it, once we meditate deeply.
     Consciousness is the building block of the universe. This consciousness is transcendent, non-localized, unitary... it partakes of the primordial Mind of God, who was here before time and space existed.
      No wonder we have gifts - ESP, the ability to travel to different countries in our Mind, send messages across the seas in this transcendent place - beyond time or space - to hear silent messages, unspoken thoughts from great distances. THE CONSCIOUS ONE always has had these abilities, from the beginning of time.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

IN EDEN WHERE THERE IS NO TIME

THE CHRISTIAN SEPARATION OF MATTER AND SPIRIT **********************

"Temporality is sorrow" ---- Joseph Campbell


"IN THE garden -- where there is no time"  

It is also said, "THE EGO IS TIME"

                             *
PRIMITIVES speak of THE DREAM TIME,
    which is timeless.

                            ***
I have heard it said that "THE EGO IS TIME"  What are the implications of this statement? It is also said that there is no time in EDEN.



(C)2019 by W.G. Milne