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Once Again, The Eyes

With Suki The Cat

Suki is a bengal tiger cat. (Maybe it’s just bengal, without the tiger.) I discovered Suki and her person’s blog quite by accident. I was looking at another blog that had photos of the bengal cat, very interesting photos and placement. It was not the theme of the blog but appeared here and there. Then, of a sudden there appeared in the comments a note from Suki’s person: Anne-Marie Noble. Anne asked for credit on her photos. She said it very nicely, saying the use of her work was fine, just please give credit where credit was due. She was much nicer than I would have been. I started following the Suki blog, of course, and can’t remember the one I started with.

Here are some photos that Anne-Marie put on her blog. It brings me delight to watch the adventures of Suki. And the bonus is, The Eyes! A kindred spirit in the fascination with the eye and what it contains. How different each one is. That was such an outstanding feature of Squeek—those big black eyes.

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Above is a fierce baby Suki! Below is some artwork.

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US and Drugs

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(ANTIMEDIA) — A groundbreaking new study shows that magic mushrooms may actually be an effective treatment for people with depression. Researchers from Imperial College London found that patients taking psilocybin, the psychoactive compound that occurs naturally in magic mushrooms, showed reduced symptoms weeks after treatment following a “reset” of their brains.

It always makes me wonder when this country will ever make peace with drugs and drug culture in order to actually use drugs for good purposes. In reality I don’t expect that to happen. As a country we are quite juvenile—we’ve never quite grown up. Moderation and facts are not things we are partial to. That and the patriarchal society of government. Big Daddy. The “kids” can’t be allowed to have such things available. The fear is that the whole country would end up in one mad orgy of drugs. Not just the factions that have them now. Unregulated in the underground.

The greatest success marker for illegal drugs: Drug Kingpins. By keeping drugs illegal—natural or manufactured—we keep the drug cartels in business.

This reminds me of R.D. Laing, psychiatrist, and his experiments. He worked with and studied psychosis. He had great success with LSD and psychotics, especially schizophrenia. This was back in the 1970s and 80s. His was a radical approach and went against the popular thinking of the day. (No surprise there.) I believe a few in the field today have begun to look at the possibility of natural drugs in the treatment of mental illness. Some progress has been reported. But Laing did more than just use drugs. He worked with the patients as partners. He listened to them, communicated with them. What were they trying to communicate? What or who were they communicating with?

Ah yes, let’s open The Doors of Perception.

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The ‘Ole Home Town

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Bob Good Photo Studios

Feeling very nostalgic lately. What do I mean, lately? Seems I’m always longing for a  time that was, and the magic of childhood. And it doesn’t have to be mine. Mine, my kids, my parents (from their old photos). And that place of the Spirit, feeling Hiraeth.

{Hiraeth is a wonderful, multilayered word meaning a longing to be where your spirit lives. The place where your spirit feels most at home may be a physical location that you can return to at any time, or it may  be more nostalgic of a home, not attached to a place, but a time from the past that you can only return to by revisiting old memories.}

This is a shot taken on the now bike trail that goes from La Crosse to Holmen. It used to be railroad tracks—the old Chicago And North Western railroad line. We were warned so very seriously not to play on the tracks. The big threat was the invisible & unheard train that would suddenly appear and mow you down. That and the “don’t go down to the river!” Both were of course exactly what we would do. The train tracks really gave a thrill when they were enclosed by a bridge or tunnel, where there was no escape. We stared down death at every chance.

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From Notes While Reading & Talking & Eating

He left over and over. Kept leaving, trying on I think, the best tirade, the most emphatic, searching the core, the very essence of leaving. He did that. Yes. Over and over.
I finally left.

I know that I could completely transform my life if only I could live by water.

Trope and meme should be nominated “words for the 21st century.”

Isn’t it annoying when the star of a series is continuously discounted when in all of the previous episodes she’d been right? Just saying.

The One true story of the Myth of The Fall:
It was a grapefruit tree, not an apple tree, nor a pomegranate one. The reason is thus: having eaten of the grapefruit Adam said, Yuck! This is the worst fruit I’ve ever eaten. It is sour. What is this doing in Eden? Eve thus inspired went in search of sugar cane which she was soon to find, being picked in the horror of slaves and migrant workers who could not speak the language of Eden. To therefor sweeten his life and bring Joy to him, she return to Adam and gave it to him thusly: Use this for your Grapefruit and thereafter call it the Gratefruit as it will be sweet and forever palatable by disguising the sourness of life and the fact that a Heaven forever does become a Hell. And so, being easily led and owning a tendency to blame, Adam ate of the sugar from the sugarcane that was to sweeten his Grapefruit. It was thus that he and all of humankind were cast out of Eden (Story sound familiar? Do we know of anyone else being kicked out?) and forever were to be cursed with the black mark of Original Sin, having eaten thereof the Tree of Knowledge of Sugar and being the burden of all things Evil to man. Eve was cursed with the letter T (another myth dispelled—note the play on “spelled”) as a symbol of Temptress, forwhich she—as woman—would forever be branded and mocked for all Eternity. When all she was doing was attempting (tempt?) to please her man by bringing sweetness into his life. (For which she was created, remember?)

This underscores the Heart of the Matter for the whole issue of Responsibility and Free Will and Sin and All Such Things: Having been made by God to be Curious and Psychologically unsound and Rebellious, can mankind then be held responsible? Given 1.) a fair and just God, 2.) a test of obedience, and, 3.) a God-given test, and 4.) the so-named Adam and Eve, knowing everything at the point before Sugar, are fully aware of the consequences and that God will see everything, and 5.) an act of Free Will is undertaken. (By both Eve and Adam, thus eradicating the need for Temptor (Eve) and Victom (Adam) ) And, And, nonetheless allowing that the Evil Deed cannot be transmitted by Eve alone, but can only be Ancestored Sin from Adam. Thus in turn setting free patriarchally descendent patrimony.

Side Question: Is there a single book in the bible written by a woman?

On Friday
at the Three Musketeers where Shirley & I stopped to wait & eat while the dog was being groomed, a man in a Robin Hood hat with a very long feather walked by. He stopped at our booth. He greeted us as goddesses and mother-goddesses. He said to me, I love your glasses. I can see the light shining through them. And I like your hat, I quickly replied. He doffed his hat, gave a deep flourishing bow, and moved on. I thought it was beautiful, magical, and a blessing. Shirley made a face of disgust. This is why I love her. It was a very wonderful day, that day on Friday when we took the dog for her grooming. I lost my glasses and Shirley found them. We contemplated the Dogwood Tree for Mumzie.  Shirley was clever and funny. She was very tired and thinks that her Sister will now love her forever. It is sad to know that that will not happen. Right now the sister’s whole family has filled Shirley’s home.

S also said that the reason my book isn’t selling is because of the title. She maintains that no one likes Fat. Who wants to buy something about Fat? That and I don’t do the marketing which should be done.  She’s right, I don’t market. Not much anyway. My bad. She made me leave a business card in the booth. She also said that the story was dark. Oh dear. I didn’t think it was dark at all so now that will be a question for friends of the book.

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Book Cover

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More More More

I always feel I should write more and I have spurts of production. And blogging (interesting how that became a word, no?). In the arena of More, however it seems to count more if it’s in the fiction that I produce. Produce is the wrong word here, as production only seems to work with blogs and Tumblr and such. Fiction is just writing. (Not Just as in the diminutive but as in Singular. Perhaps.) And then sometimes as I write I feel like such a phony and counterfeiter. But only as I read back, not as I produce (ha!). And such is this.

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Picasso—Woman

Note the use of the singular. Is this then the same woman? All of them? What makes them the same? Different? Is it not in so in writing? Is it not all the same thing presented in different forms and stages of undress? Isn’t the last woman an angel? The wings behind her in white feathers. Or is it just more?