Song of Libra: Eight Calls for Healing Aquarius

Golden wheel in heart; Sun and Moon in primal trance; 
two and not apart;
   Light's and shadow's part; spin the fields of cosmic dance;
canvas for our art...

≡ Lunar ≡

[---] Moonlit blue lagoon; gazing at the upper scales; 
balance from the moon;
   Drop the silver spoon; hear the sea of mortal wails; 
pestilent tycoon!

[--+] Greed is good he says; ego as the driving force; 
towards swift decay;
   Predator must pray; nature's wheel knows no remorse; 
prey shall rule today;

[-+-] In the nature's wheel; cycles flow and turn again; 
below humans kneel;
   Switch the broken reel; will you make a gain from pain; 
have you hearts of steel?

[-++] Scorning black or white; sun or moon would be undone; 
twisted human plight;
   Seek a greater height; heart and intellect as one;
balancing in sight!

≡ Solar ≡

[+--] When you give and take; never mind the twisted snake; 
consider the stake;
   Balance is the brake; give in first and then partake; 
excess makes it quake!

[+-+] Speak the lucid word; fear has roots in ignorance; 
seek the true accord;
   Seize the fabric's chord; maps are drawn in cognizance; 
all is on record!

[++-] Lake of inner light; profound clarity within; 
helps you through the night;
   Roots of inner sight; strings of tranquil mandolin; 
soothe you when it's bright;

[+++] Aquarian tune; triune fields in balanced pitch; 
phoenix from cocoon;
   Dragon breaking swoon; ascending from human ditch; 
past the seventh rune!

Valentine's: Love All Beings - Love Your Planet!

Love is a universal force. Have it and spread it wisely for all! When love is a universal, it heals and beautifies. When love becomes narrow, it incites and consumes. Have balance in love, life and deep within; — and have love for balance, life, and deep within.

While love is in the air, let's put it into good use and paint the world in lush colors of crimson and green!

≡ What would you describe as the pinnacle of positive weirdness? ≡
"A monkey-headed, giraffe-necked, whale-torsoed, lion-legged demigod talking
about respecting nature and stopping this nonsense shitztem." - Brie Dreamer

≡ ) Synergetic Angel Symposium, Nepal 08/2008 ( ≡

The confederation of angels has assembled;

it seems that the nations of the world are finally at peace;

memories of the days mankind lived in harmony are rekindled;

a beautiful nostalgia, the ancestors are dancing once again...

The spacious assembly hall is full of light;

chairman gabriel is giving his well-prepared speech;

rumor has it that god helped him sketch the outline;

sentient beings applaud the deeply illuminated speech.

Lobbying is over, the time for action is at hand;

it has been resolved that flowers be planted everywhere;

a task-force is in place for re-establishing mountain streams;

and a crew has been dispatched to clean the stratosphere.

A new era of bliss and celebration unfolds;

celestial bodhisattvas have flown to their quarters;

son of man has left for his kingdom in a chariot of fire;

and the ancient sufi masters are playing their last lullaby...

The pestilence of worlds is buried in the abyss;

mankind has finally been cured of its obsessive cravings;

lust, hatred and delusion are now bizarre tales the grandfathers tell;

harmony prevails, there is now a foundation for universal peace!

I Am the Walrus - We Are Together

= Wisdom from the Old Walrus =

Have you seen the walrus? Have you been the walrus? Where is the walrus?

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.

See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.

See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.

Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.

Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.

Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.

I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.

= End of Contemplation =

Season's Greetings - Shades of Yule

☆ ☆ ☆ Season's Greetings  ☆ ☆ ☆

from the Grizzly Grizmas Grinch! 

Mary Had a Little Lamb who Met a Little Troll

Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow!
  

Everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go!

It posted on her blog one day,
Blog one day, blog one day,
It posted on her blog one day,
To see what trolls would say!

There was a troll without a name,
Without a name, without a name,
There was a troll without a name,

It danced and sang its song!

And the troll chanted:

"To-day do I bake, to-morrow I brew,
The day after that the new blog comes in;
And oh! I am glad that nobody knew
That the name I am called is Rumpelstiltskin!"

And the lamb interjected:

Nasty troll, I know your name
Know your name, know your name
Nasty troll, I know your name,

I know you have no shame!

I Saw the Walrus

It's been quiet for awfully long. I have even received letters asking if everything's all right. Some have wondered what I've been up to, others have just kicked back and enjoyed the absence.

The questions are many. Inquiring minds want to know. Who is the eggman? Where did the walrus go?

Since time is at a premium these days, I thought it best to prepare the above illustration to explain all that and a bag of chips. I'll try and get back to more verbose writings towards the end of the summer.

Happy days in the meantime. Jaya Blogannatha!

Infidels Against Prabhupada!

"We have organisation, men and money ready for the long fight ahead. As we said before, we will not rest until Srila Prabhupada's movement is returned back to Srila Prabhupada, brick by brick."

— IRM: ISKCON Revival Movement

Butters takes on the cause: Back to Prabhupada! Down with the Infidels!
Background: Ruoholahdenkatu 24, Helsinki — Infidel Headquarters

Introducing Halibatsuiba

Halibatsuiba in Space Odyssey Purplosphere

Name:	Halibatsuiba
Type:	Caribou
Gender:	It
Location:	Conscious fields
Looking For:	Whatever I can get
Activities:	flip-kicking, mind melding, space snorkeling
Interests:	accidental transfiguration, cryptozoology, jinx art, oriental occultism, random concepts
Favorite Foods:	elemental cuisine, magic mushrooms, radical improvisation, raspberry roast, split bananas, 1957 ladies' space boots
Favorite Places:	dark side of the moon, light side of the moon, magnetospheres in general
About Me:	It was November 1957 when I woke up on the dark side of the moon, saw Laika swooshing by in a deep red Soviet space suit. My head really hurt a lot that morning. I have no memories of what was before — perchance that's the day I was born? If someone knows about my forgotten past, please contact A. Filipchenko of Soviet Space Ventures and have a message conveyed to professor H. L. Tsuiba. Love you, earthlings.

More fluffy Halibatsuiba adventures at
http://halibatsuiba.fluff-friends.com!

Transcendental Transgender Tao

Gopi girl in the making, age eighteen and a half or thereabouts.

Back in the days, life was all about running for the nectar-oozing worlds where every word was a song and every step a dance, joining a team of prepuberal little angel girls in yet another venture in fetching flowers and honey wine for the cuddling transcendent couple's scheduled daily dalliances. For all my transgender transcendentalism in the fantasy worlds, it sure spinned my yin and yang into a hefty gordian's knot.

Egyptian Elf

Today's production goes without its tale. Let the image work its way through. And a very good new year for all readers and random visitors!

Protect Space Bunnies - A Call for Arms

Folks at the comments department have been wondering what I'm doing. A general sense of curiosity is in the air particularly on what I am doing right now...

The thing is, as the following grotesque illustration from the Internet demonstrates, evil bitches have set out to exterminate the race of Space Bunnies once and for all. Can anyone with a heart just stand by as our innocent space hare brothers are being persecuted without mercy!

 

A call for arms is hereby issued from the Royal Ministry of Space Bunnies, led by venerable Easter Bunny Jr. Watch for a draft booth in your neighbourhood! Down with the eevil biutches! Hooray!

Mongolian Mystery Being

i have roamed the dark side of the moon

past the milky way on silver spoon

i have screened the texture of my brain

i have hardly ever gone insane

i am...

the mongolian mystery being

too fast to ever be seen

the ranger of deserted lands

master of infinite sands

i am coming to take you away,

to show you the way

cross arid and gray,

so what you say?

Maya

embarking on a journey
a journey to the sky
on silver wings of angel craft
god taught me how to fly

whispers in the wilderness
in love with deep blue sky
i kiss the flower pollen sweet
to yonder worlds i fly

puzzled by the world of men
so different from my sky
concrete buildings, bars of steel
so sad, they'll never fly

nature is my summerlands
plants and sapphire sky
rosy gardens ruby red,
emerald fields to fly

a honey bee of innocence
a daughter of the sky
mother nature's virgin girl
so blissful when i fly...

Synergetic Angel Symposium

the confederation of angels has assembled;
it seems that the nations of the world are finally at peace;
memories of the days mankind lived in harmony are rekindled;
a beautiful nostalgia, the ancestors are dancing once again...

the spacious assembly hall is full;
chairman gabriel is giving his well-prepared speech;
rumor has it that god helped him sketch the outline;
sentient beings applaud the deeply illuminated speech.

lobbying is over, the time for action is at hand;
it has been resolved that flowers be planted everywhere;
a task-force is in place for re-establishing mountain streams;
and a crew has been dispatched to clean the stratosphere.

a new era of bliss and celebration unfolds;
celestial bodhisattvas have flown to their quarters;
son of man has left for his kingdom in a chariot of fire;
and the ancient sufi masters are playing their last lullaby...

the pestilence of worlds is gone;
mankind has finally been cured of its obsessive cravings;
lust, hatred and delusion are now bizarre tales the grandfathers tell;
harmony prevails, there is now a foundation for universal peace.

Kathmandu Friends

One of the beautiful aspects of Kathmandu is the constant flow of beautiful people you come across. In the sketch above, Shantiwale Tokyo Baba from around Badrinath. He spent months sitting at the Berlin Wall before it was finally torn down.

My experiences in the Vaishnava world led me to an almost xenophobic state, ready to give up my hope in humanity. My experiences here have revitalized the hope, rekindling a spark of trust in a fundamental potential for goodness.

The curious can skim over my FaceBook KTM Friends album for a few memories from this part of the world.

Elemental

elemental, transcendental
sweet creation in the nature
and she moves with the flow,
reveling in the universe...

lady earth, so full of texture
pleasant fragrance, solid motion
and she moves with the flow,
grounded in the universe...

lady water, seamless flower
quenching passions, so refreshing
and she moves with the flow,
flowing through the universe...

lady fire, foe of darkness
energetic, life-augmenting
and she moves with the flow,
splendor of the universe...

lady air, so full of lightness
all-pervasive, windy motion
and she moves with the flow,
flying across the universe...

lady ether, space creator
misty canvas, base of nature
and she moves with the flow,
underneath the universe...

integrated, liberated
spirit nature, deep within me
and she moves with the flow,
dancing in the beautiful universe...

Breakfast Babas 3 - Action Jackson

A true badass Breakfast Baba needs to know when it's time to play some jazz and to kick some ass! Trolls and stalkers, be aware of the massive kung-fu power of the Breakfast Babas! Grrroarrrrrhhhh... Of the Iron Zion Lion school. Bruce Lee would have been proud of us.

Now available: Breakfast Babas Go Action Jaction in desktop size!

A Strange Ritual

Nocturnal bathing ritual of a Shiva-lingam made of roasted Tibetan barley, installed atop a half-empty, half-full Italian olive oil bottle under the idyllic shade of our rooftop banyan tree.



At YouTube.

Neurotic Background Choir

In Memoriam
Herr Trollson og Fru Stalkerson
og støjende familie

1980-2008 - Rest in Peace
it was a genuine pleasure to know you...

there has to be a neurotic background choir
immersed in resentment, cynicism and pessimism
confined in prisons of their own design.

deep pain dwells within their hearts
as they are desperately lashing out
in a hopeless, consuming quest for solace.
a life of freedom is never found in prisons!

one wonders, did some people go out for a cigarette
when god distributed joy and freedom at the dawn of creation;
told us to live and love in peace and harmony...

endless grumbling and moaning echoing
from crowded, dark cells of suppressed humanity
deprived of a sense of fundamental goodwill.

it really doesn't have to be that way —
but i suppose we all have our own destinies...

bodhicitta only dawns after a journey to the dark side;
a deep plunge into the darkest abyss of hell...
for only in hell is heaven's need understood
and only knowers of heaven and hell journey into nonduality
a tranquil base for unconditional joy and benevolence.

greetings to you, fair men and ladies of the neurotic choir!
i relish the moments of experience and exchange with you
brimming with curiosity, the scientist of the human mind that I am.

you haunt me, you fascinate me;
i have ran out of tears for you, i only watch
in awe of the deep sense of emptiness
i sense in your cacophonic melodies...

Strange Meetings

walking down a west coast alley
i meet again that pretty girl in a miniskirt
seen her before, yes I have, yes i have
but i shouldn't talk, they told me it's no-no-good...

she's like really profound and cute
a shock leading to a grave brain disorder
i turn my back and walk quickly away
falling into amnesia, memories in oblivion...

years passed, water flowed under bridge
she went south, i traveled far-away east
walked through my hell, she walked beyond hers
but the winds of destiny are bizarre indeed...

strange meetings over strange media
rediscoveries, treasures long lost and buried
vivid, warm connections in deep heart strata
new sweet beginnings to old fairy tales...

wandering in green forests pristine and deep
crossing the ocean on pink river whales
mixing the stars into a gourmet cosmic salad
hello, my hobbit princess is here again!