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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries November 12th, 2009foxsong @ : Writer's Block: If these walls could talk Makes almost no difference -- I've seen plenty of 'ghosts,' and I'm perfectly capable of clearing a space of any psychic energies that are unwelcome there. It would have to be pretty darned oppressive to throw me off! My theory of haunting isn't that the energies there are sentient and capable of interacting with you. Rather, I think that a 'ghost' is an imprint left on the Earth's magnetic field, much the way music on a tape is an imprint on the magnetic coating on the tape. If you have learned to read that magnetic field, you can hear or see the imprint, and presto! There's your ghost. Since we moved into this house in April, we've seen a little girl going up the stairs maybe a half a dozen times. There doesn't seem to be any pattern to the sightings, and there's no emotional impression of any kind associated with her. No doubt she just ran up that staircase a couple of times a day and left her 'fingerprint.' It's not an issue. Current Mood: November 11th, 2009stevensteven @ : Ethics I:42 Let it be that state of manyhood bound and loathing. So with thy all; thou hast no right but to do thy will. I:43 Do that, and no other shall say nay. The official doctrine of the order states that these are "The Rights of Man" The base practices of Yoga are Yama and Niyama 1:42 Yama - Self-Discipline I:43 Niyama - Mind Your Own Business Many troubles are caused by people lacking the former and thus failing the latter. "The rule is in truth single, the same in essence for all matters of conduct." - D Comment November 10th, 2009panshiva @ : Thoughts on Shantaram Lawrence of Arabia meets High Times on Smack Alley with an Australian accent. That said, useful tidbits on Black Markets, Dirty Money, and Funding Creative Pursuits with naughty contraband. shoeless_wade @ : Montana So that was pretty awesome. Also, some day later, I'm searching the garage and find A) A massive stash of liquor, which I don't take anything from, but I think it's funny that it's just there. And B) some giant, fisherman's wader overalls with boots. So, naturally I put them on and go walk in the river, which is about waist deep, and this is very awesome. It was morning, so there was a thin layer of ice on the sides of the river- so thin that when I walked, the ripples through the water shattered the ice, making a cool crackling/tinkling noise. Eventually, I discovered the remains of some rusted out stove or boiler at the bottom of the river, and spent the morning dredging up as much of it as I could find using various sticks. Part of what I'm learning through this travel is how much more I like the "nature exploring" than I like the "city exploring". I dunno. Many of us may recall a time when we hung out on the beach and just messed around with water and sand and rocks and so on, and that's the kind of feeling I've been getting from mucking around the woods here. I guess it's sort of a proto-scientific curiosity? Anyway, the point is, walking in rivers is radical. November 9th, 2009richard_kaczyn @ : Doo, doo, doo...lookin' out my back door November 8th, 2009xhellsfirex, posting in raindogs @ : Rumble Fish, Coffee & Cigarettes, Down By Law
• Coffee & Cigarettes 08—12 • Down By Law 13—20 ( The icons. ) Current Mood: blueberry00, posting in toronto_occult @ : Curse nanogibbon @ : 28 Years Later I am writing this in bed. Lola the cat has pinned my arms. After brunch, I was walking to the station to go to an improv workshop, and put pod in my ears. I skipped through the first few songs, wanting to find something appropriate, and after a few skips (possibly the 7th song that came up?) I hit "She's having a baby" by The Knife - a song about having a baby in November. It's a very short and simple song, but has a kind of magical feeling that was totally appropriate for that day, leaves falling down in slow motion and all. I thought for a second about how I could be struck by a car and killed in that moment. I was glad that I wasn't, though. The workshop was pretty excellent. It was with half of maybe my favourite improv duo, a group called Crumbs from Winnipeg. For some reason, only four people signed up (and even fewer for the one that was planned for today, with the other half of the group). But it was great. The last workshop I'd done was all about following a kind of formula to find the comedy of a scene quickly. It totally didn't work for me. This one was different. I love Crumbs because of how slowly and intensely they play things, and the workshop was pretty much what I was hoping for. Lots of more honest emotional stuff, and being pushed to have more dramatic reactions. It brought me back to how I used to feel acting in plays. Anyway, 28 seems good. I think I will keep it. Current Location: In bed Current Music: The Knife - She's having a baby November 7th, 2009November 6th, 2009ensurientchaos_ @ : Tetrahedron I'm a broken record I burn my hair and nails I'm laughing in the rafters I'm whispering with the spiders I'm carving my name in true for some stranger to find when he comes looking for part of what game they hid his shoe Then he'll see the starlight shining through the cracks while his friends they can't see him discuss the lines of maps no rivers he sees them as where the lines are always shifting his friends they drift along blind men in the boat of living he feels the stillness of the beams the oldness of the wood my name carved so strangely where no one would see or could and in that patient stillness in that nook of time maybe he'll ask a question "Where will I have carved mine?" Tags: poem dyta93 @ : the kissing game richard_kaczyn @ : Amazing-looking New Releases Athanasius Kirchers Theatre of the World: The Life and Work of the Last Man to Search for Universal Knowledge by Joscelyn Godwin. ![]() The Arabic Hermes: From Pagan Sage to Prophet of Science (Oxford Studies in Late Antiquity) by Kevin van Bladel ![]() How the World Is Made: The Story of Creation according to Sacred Geometry by John Michell. ![]() As Light Before Dawn: The Inner World of a Medieval Kabbalist by Eitan Fishbane ![]() A River Flows from Eden: The Language of Mystical Experience in the Zohar by Melila Hellner-Eshed ![]() The Zohar 5: Pritzker Edition, Volume Five by Daniel Matt ![]() richard_kaczyn @ : Thursday distractions A couple Thursdays ago, K. and I attended a lecture on alchemy by Lawrence Principe, who is a historian of science specializing in alchemy. It was a great presentation, and a nice, concise summary of the field. I look forward to his new book coming out from University of Chicago Press. Last night, we attended the first of three lectures on "Magic and the Occult in the Greek and Roman Worlds" by Georg Luck, professor emeritus in classics as JHU and author of the classic Arcana Mundi. Registration includes a copy of the revised second edition; by calling ahead, I arranged to pay extra for the hardcover. This edition is a significant change from the first edition, including more texts, a glossary of Greek magical/occult terms, and a new section on entheogens. This weekend The outside cat officially known in our household as "Orange Kitty" has been hanging out at the house pretty much constantly. We know it must be a neighborhood cat pretending to be homeless, but I still feel like we're operating Fight Club and O.K. has been camped out on our doorstep for days hoping to be admitted. Otherwise it's been nose-to-the-grindstone nonstop on the revised Perdurabo. I've been digging up some way cool things, I can't wait to share it all! thiebes, posting in oto_community @ : Promulgation Page http://ararita.org/content/promulga Tags: aleister crowley, promulgation, quotes dyta93 @ : small steps November 5th, 2009thiebes @ : Your clock It's just an approximation of your position on Earth, and Earth's progress in its daily rotation. You can read your clock by the shadow of a memorial pillar, its point gradually tracing an almond-curve across the landscape. Now take up your shrine and move against the rotation of the Earth, that is toward the West: the shadow slows. Move East: the shadow quickens. Your friend standing to the North, her shadow is longer, and moves quickly. Every man and every woman has a clock, of no use but true to the minute and second, each according to its relation to all. Tags: calendar, poetry, writing |
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