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Unwanted advice, cautionary tales and Strange things in different systems....

Good evening...but I'll soon change all that...This is a song of hope....hope you like it... (Arf arf arf, etc)... get ready to learn the answer to the famous Zen koan: 'What is the sound of no audience clapping?' A living joke, well worth the price of submission, er admission. It's only a stage on the journey. I know why the bird cage sings....19 new songs (82 minutes) with all lyrics and tracks, recorded over 25 hours (so far...There is afierce savage joy in having an idea from nowhere and manifesting it almost complete within a day or even ten minutes after writing it. Almost like magick. The heart wants what it needs. And I WANT.

Surfing high on a crest of pure Gonzo adrenalin, anticipating the wipe out....'Discipline, discipline, we need some discipline in here'....Too right... Just on the off chance.....Voiding the Subject, ha ha....fire of the heart. Blessed Be. Amen, ahem.

In Prague this month (end of April) the next Million Marijuana March...arf again... A march?? A loopy shuffle perhaps. 'What do we want?'  Errrr... Cakes and chocolate? When do we want it?  Giggle giggle giggle.... Why are we here?  Oh, wow..... wow..... Ohhhhh...... err... what? Legalize it, you know it makes sensimilla. Bonfires on the lawn...Yum yum.... Psyche-delicious. Try three glasses of dark ginseng wine with fine powdered October mushrooms and a certain deep breathing exercise for a minute. The aeons open, time dilates and cries: 'Use your teeth!'.

'It never got weird enough for me'. (Hunter S Thompson.) 'Virgin Mary was tired, so tired'... of all the vanilla guerillas and the weekend warriors. Either go away or go all the way...(as Grace Slick used to sing). This wouldinclude rebelling against your own self, you weakling plastic amateurs. 'Persistence is all'. Crocodile tears from 'Onion Peelings'. The wolf is outside the door and has the key...and Satan will save your soul...for his private collection. But the devil has all the good tunes eh?

Anyway...God blessed Dr Eric Pearl by gifting him with The Reconnection. Precious few 'healers' deserve to be rich. Conduits all.... Hmm.. 'I think if you have therapy, it can have the effect of making you less productive but more creative'. John Cleese.  'What I like about laughter is that when people laugh, they can have new ideas' Dalai Lama from the same interview.

Some recent heart melting moments walking around in Spring rain, watching little creatures in small boots... one small boy, holding his grandfather's hand, scientifically stamping his foot in puddles. Or a girl alone alone, sitting thinking in waterproofs outside a circle of her schoolmates at a bus stop. I still deeply regret not having had a child of my 'own'. The Easter Oestrogen kicking in. Deep sigh. Too late old one, the end of your line of DNA. A good thing too... But the sadness hurts. It hurts and pain makes me angry. Wounded and damaged... go for a walk in the woods, lie down and die eh? Good to have a backup exit plan.

Meanwhile, some real news... Erdgogan the Turkish gargoyle assumes complete control, anyone with a mind and heart of their own over there is going to have even more serious problems from now. Cracks me up with a pure evil delight that the good folk of England, seeking to stem the brown flow of refugees from Muslim countries have now signed a contract with Turkey, part of which hinges on lifting the need for visas for their citizens to travel to the U.K. Meaning...yes, you get it....

NEVER trust the mass, NEVER follow them...or those with a cult of personality. Follow yourself. When making mistakes, make sure that they are your OWN mistakes. Speaking of which...

Early election in England. Ho Hum. A mandate for bloody Brexit. As said last month, one of the main reasons I am against it (other than the immense gullibility of the masses who have allowed their emotions to manipulated by opportunists who could not give a flying one for their country (note for English students, the expression is'not to give a flying f**k, meaning not to care at all.) is that 'we' are doing more and more BAD deals with scum swine to make up for the debt paying and coming shortfalls in revenue etc. Not just with Duck Fart and the Gargoyle but with Saudi Arabia too...last year, they were elected to the UN Human Rights Council. Think about that for less than ten seconds and cry a little inside. A country who refuse to evendiscuss their Rights record with anyone.

Speaking of which again...North Korea blah blah, let's hope China can bitch slap some sense into that pudding boy before the missiles start. Be a good test of their famous on-line capabilities if they could disarm all Kim Wrong Un's weapons before they can be fired.

Nationalism and xenophobia being encouraged and pushed along down the danger roads... Europe swells a little more each month with pregnant fascism. Notice how much Putin is smiling in photographs in the last few years? Cover his face and read his eyes. The master agitator.

Meanwhile, back again closer to home with the poor little middle aged ghost boy... the cold turkey is freezing me out...Trying to rail against all of my negative addictions at the same time, not because I enjoy suffering but because I demand to be a control freak of what I can be. Being controlled by that which I cannot/ do not really want to stop doing is not a good way forward for long. Many things are not a useful distraction. Sooner or later, physical control is taken away from us and all we are left with is our Inner Will. Spirit itself cannot be broken but the mind which believes in it, can.

 I surrendered to music decades ago. Give yourself to that which you consider beautiful.But fuck, the darker sides are sexy eh? Inhale the ether and pick up a quill pen by candlelight.

 Certain things should NEVER be mixed (would you like a list?) My recent alchemy was more twisted than I am. Throw caution to the winds but don't be surprised when it blows back (or up) in your face. Be certain of your chemical sources and never ignore the warnings written in memory. Just change the prescription and the scenery. And never get involved with crazy people unless your sense of fascination and love is stronger than the fear and doubt... And blackouts do not count as sleep. When the mind feels like rotating helicopter blades, the heart like a celestial lighthouse and the synaesthesia takes over again, channel the mania or fall.

Everyone is an artist, an architect, an engineer on the astral, aware of it or not. The imprints shift in waves, the waves shift an imprint and the accumulation constructs a reality for similar minded/vibrating types to visit. Heaven and Hell are self fulfilling prophecies, states of existence in dimensions of fluid Light. Once yet again, for the 23rd time, the map is not the territory. Frequencies resonate....

Pretended ignorance is no defence. Unless one is truly a moron. Hello friends! Lack of knowledge of the basics is a dire weakness after a certain age, all else is lie.  A meeting mask to mask. Un-censor yourself. Be real. Arf.

Occasionally though, you meet one of those whose level of intellect just makes them arrogant. At that point you start to think that various despots had the right idea...

Can't seem to stop writing 'songs' (he says, thus removing the blessing) The Westfields have been fallow for two or more years of desolation, seedless, drained, barren and now the whole damn farm is fecund and raring to go...it will all end in tears of one kind or another. Haven't bled for two weeks, so that must be good eh? Unless all the solid blood is now inching its way to my heart or brain. ...................................................................................(One day later I bleed onto a handwritten song I spent some hours on, rendering half of it illegible forever. Looked good though. A couple of weeks ago, I sent an sms saying 'I feel amazing' ... a couple of hours after that, had collapsed on a park bench and then blacked out in the bathroom. Dave, STOP tempting fate. Grow up boy. Who in time and space do you think you are? A drop inside the reservoir...

Studio fun...trying to play the piano...forget it...the well tempered klavir meets the bad tempered pianist. Perhaps better to stop trying and just play it. If I could actually write music I wouldn't go to bed until I collapsed. Why sleep? Way too many fans and critics seem to believe that musicians et al take drugs as mere recreation. The majority of musicians take drugs to be able to WORK, stay awake to record a thousand ideas, chase a riff, a sequence, a verse, play gigs, travel in crap vans, on crap buses, unwashed with permanent red eyes and aching bodies...and more drugs to make sure they get some sleep when too much adrenalin is still burning. Some of them take drugs to 'escape' themselves but this often has the effect of being surrounded by mirrors of the inner self. Which can lead to pure horror.

Still, stretching the perception is always useful. Up to a point. Of no return. All together now... 'We cross the Rubicon'....' Serenity is a problem when you get this close to Heaven'....Still in Coilworld two months later and loving it...'out of light cometh darkness'...

Next female T shirt seen in Prague (after the 'Special/Unicorn'one last month...'Change doesn't scare me...staying the same Does'....and a third girl wearing 'Goodnight Male Pride':-)

An hour ago (and sober/straight) I laughed so hard about Hairy Pothead and the Philosophers Stoned that I triggered yet another nose bleed, my own thought police won't even let me laugh now. ARF. Cynics often sound like realists but they really aren't. Never trust a cynic. And never trust anyone who says 'Don't trust anyone'. Get pissed, destroy? Get kissed beneath a May tree and ignore the news,read the energies...

Next batch of answers to my random sms... 'What advice would you give to ANYONE in the world'?  Been sending these to all ages and sexes....

Don't Lie 

Do things you will not regret

Look for your Honour

BeHappy.**************************************

And don't forget kids: 'Eternal damnation and suffering await all those who question God's infinite Love'. So sayeth Bill Hicks.

A ladder up to the stars, the old Tree of Life

Follow the flow of theheart

Spheres they will open by Grail and by Knife

The snake sends you back to the start....           (DW)