Sunday, July 30, 2023

Cross Dressing, Anyone? (worth another reprise)

In 1998 my friend Ray Langenbach initiated a "religious exchange" program wherein he undertook to embrace the belief system, no matter how weird, of anyone willing to embark on the experiment. He sent me a questionnaire and requested that I fill it out. At an appointed time and date we sent each other our questionnaires. When I read Ray's I burst out laughing, because we shared almost identical beliefs - except he's an academic and writes kinda funny. Below is the email I sent Ray...



Subject: Cross Dressing, Anyone?
Date: Wed, 29 Jul 1998 00:20:45 -0700
From: Antares
Organization: Magick River
To: Ray Langenbach

1. Your religious beliefs.

You can choose OPTION A, OPTION B OR OPTION C (OR ALL OF THEM):

OPTION A: "Scientific Pantheism" as a belief system. Very briefly, Scientific Pantheism postulates that a Universal Force or Spirit underlies and overlights all phenomena, and our "religious duty" mainly consists in gaining an ever clearer and deeper understanding of the Mystery, the Unknown, by using the tools of our intellect - language, mathematics, art, music, dance, and reason - for to know (and understand) is to appreciate and love, and to love and appreciate is the only service required of all conscious entities.

2. Describe any rituals to be performed, and when they must be performed, what must be said, what must be in the mind at the time, any prayers, how often, any taboo foods, words, actions, sexual practices, thoughts etc.

In Scientific Pantheism, rituals are optional. However, a few personal rituals I favor are those performed in acknowledgment of our vital relationship to the Earth, the Moon, the Sun, and the Stars.

EARTH RITUAL essentially consists of resensitizing oneself to the magnetic field of our planet; recognizing that human industrial and military activities have a deleterious effect on the integrity of the geomagnetic field; and that as conscious individuals we can help reharmonize the field by aligning our own bio-energetic fields with that of the Earth, which may be perceived as the Great Mother of Life. This ritual can be performed by remembering to breathe deeply and slowly while visualizing a continuous flow of prana or ch'i through our biomagnetic field (which may be visualized as a doughnut-shaped "tube torus" energized by prana and rooted within the earth's central core, with the opposite pole extending outwards all the way to the nearest source of light, the Sun). As we perform this ritual, it is necessary to focus on our heart chakra (our compassion centre), letting it open to the max and infusing the pranic flow with ecstatic, unconditional, non-judgmental love.

MOON RITUAL: Taking note of life rhythms as they are affected by the phases of the Moon. Basking in the glow of the full moon in celebration of Beauty, Truth, and the Eternal Mystery of Life; tuning inward at each new moon, reassessing our life path, and refocusing on our personal goals/missions.

SUN RITUAL: Observing equinoctial and solstitial dates, opening our hearts and minds to the life-sustaining power of the Solar/Stellar Light, which permeates our bio-energetic fields as photons.

No specific food or sexual taboos... but in accordance with the Law of the Universal Food Chain, "Everything Eats and All Is Edible!" ... a practising Scientific Pantheist will regard each meal, each sexual encounter, as a fusion of energy fields - and therefore a true act of worship. Each experience of lifeforce exchange or transfusion is thus perceived as a holy (or whole-making) act, consecrated to what Einstein called "the Grand Unified Field."

3. Describe your cosmology, that is how reality or the world as we know it came into being.



























This is a tough one! But the Hologram Model of Reality serves us best... 

Hermeticists quote the formula, "As above, so below." Our current understanding of Fractal Geometry and Hologram Theory prompts us to say: "As within the Micro, so throughout the Macro!" OR: "As within, so without!" In effect, inner and outer space are as concave and convex surfaces of a sphere, which is the prime geometric form of existence in this waveform universe. 

All forms are understood as permutations of the Sphere within which the five "Platonic solids" - the tetrahedron, octahedron, hexahedron, icosahedron, and dodecahedron - interact in a bi-polar dance of line and curve, yin and yang, male and female, electricity and magnetism. In effect, the World we see around us, the Cosmos surrounding us, has its correlation with an esoteric or inner reality accessed not via the outer senses but through establishing and sustaining a state of contemplative receptivity. 

There is a paradox which needs to be accepted: just as an electron can be a wave or a particle (physicists are now calling this paradox a "wavicle") - Universe is created and NOT created, depending on the specific frequency zone from which one is "viewing" it. This paradox applies to the perception of time - which can be linear (where Past, Present, Future exist) or spherical (where only Eternity reigns). In effect, both these statements may be accepted as "true":

GOD IS ONE
ONE IS GOD


(However, Scientific Pantheism tends to avoid using hackneyed terms such as "God" unless absolutely necessary.)

OPTION B: No beliefs. Only complete trust in the absolute perfection and wisdom of All That Is and Isn't. No rituals except the comfortable habits that get us through each day, e.g., brushing teeth, having breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner; the occasional indulgence, be it tobacco, alcohol, marijuana, or sexual gratification. No taboos. An easy option.

OPTION C: I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Lowest and the Highest, the One and the All. Sometimes I forget - hence the apparent mess we call Life. No specific beliefs - except that Life is a great deal neater when I remember who and what I truly am. No rituals - except conscious remembrance of my original and ultimate state of being and non-being. No taboos - except lying to myself (which of course includes everyone else).

4. Any other beliefs or actions that are important for someone who is to take on your beliefs.

Hmmm... can't think of any right now - but I'll let you know if something comes to mind. Or if I feel like making a few more up.

[First posted 1 March 2007, reposted 20 September 2014, 2 November 2016 & 21 June 2021]

Saturday, July 29, 2023

THE PANTHEIST MANIFESTO (Revisited Yet Again)

Annunciation - Mati Klarwein - 1961 - 128 x 88 cm


I CLEARLY REMEMBER that life was a great deal simpler a few decades ago... especially in the 1960s when I was a curious-minded adolescent interested in just about everything, especially the Mysteries. In those days, it was so exciting to read about Egyptian, Andean and Trans-Himalayan Mystery Schools, ascended masters, alchemists, wizards, spiritual hierarchies, Sufi networks, Templar secrets, and whatnot!

Names like St. Germain, Djwhal Khul, Koot Hoomi, Rakoczi, and Morya fired my imagination. When I was 15 or 16 I hungrily devoured books by Lobsang Rampa, Dion Fortune and Dennis Wheatley. Pauwels & Bergier's Morning of the Magicians was a sort of bible to me. Richard Kieninger, writing as Eklal Kueshana, described his stellar initiations in The Ultimate Frontier and invited readers to join his Stelle Community based outside Chicago. I actually wrote to them and they sent me a membership form (which I never filled).

Jane Roberts came out with her Seth books and corroborated many private notions. I longed to be tapped on the shoulder by a beggar on the street who, with a merry twinkle in his eye, would reveal that he was an emissary of some Invisible Brotherhood that had been in existence for thousands of years as Keepers of the Sacred Flame... you know, the sort of Dr Strange comicbook stuff that folks like Drunvalo Melchizedek and Jimmy Twyman report. In short, the 'New Age' was NEVER all that "new" to me - esoteric knowledge was something I grew up on.

Hollywood celebrities like Shirley Maclaine came out of the closet with mystical books (Out on a Limb); box-office stars like John Travolta declared their faith in Scientology; and even country-&-western singers like John Denver got involved with dadfangled new therapies like EST, just as John & Yoko had popularized Arthur Janov's Primal Scream.

And we mustn't forget how the Beatles (and Mia Farrow) had promoted Transcendental Meditation with their visits to the Maharishi's ashram. More recently, author-teachers like James Redfield (The Celestine Prophecy) and Neale Donald Walsch (Conversations With God) broke into the mainstream with their best-selling books and infected millions with a newfound optimism and holographic perception.

Many of us will recall the excitement of discovering that there may be a great deal more to existence than meets the egocentric "I" - that angels, cherubim and seraphim, space brothers and sisters, Venusian bombshells and Arcturian crystal healers might ACTUALLY exist.

And when did I first come across that evocative word, "Pleiades"? I never felt 100% comfortable with the idea of "Sirius" - for some strange reason.

Then there was the widespread buzz over the Zeta Reticulan Greys and John A. Keel's famous Mothmen. In 1991 a muse goddess loaned me a book by Solara and I was introduced to the mysterious Og-Min (which spawned a small collection of Og-Min jokes, e.g., Bog-Minster Fuller of the Intergalactic Og-Ministration :-)... Nibiru and the Anunnaki was a fairly new discovery... perhaps within the last 10 years, after I got plugged in on the WorldWideWeb and had access to more information in a week than I used to have in years.

My point is this: were all my "peak experiences" - times when I felt fully reconnected to Source and at-one with All That Is - simply the synergetic result of my years of reading, thinking, and arcane research?

Do Catholic girls have visions of Jesus and the Blessed Virgin Mary simply because they were raised on this specific pantheon? Does a Hindu carrying the kavadi at Thaipusam inevitably receive messages of healing and succor from Lord Murugan - or might Kwan Yin, Kryon, or Amaterasu come to him instead? Did Mother Teresa model herself after Amaterasu?

And how do Obama, Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Blair, Queen E, MJ-12, MI6, Mossad, MK-Ultra, Najib Razak, the Mafia and the Reptilians fit into this dense and elaborate scenario? Are we still playing Cozmik Cowboys 'n' Injuns? Where is Inspector John Lee of the Nova Police when we need him? Has anyone heard from Uranium Willy and the Heavy Metal Kid of late?

Believe me, I've had FAR-OUT experiences since the age of 19. Once, in 1972, Jimi Hendrix materialized briefly in my garden looking like a Mayan galactic navigator (or was it just a side-effect of the psilocybin mushrooms?) I used to have extended telepathic conversations with Frank Zappa, whom I perceived as Intelligence Incarnate. Lest anyone think I only traffic with the Rich 'n' Famous, I occasionally hobnob with garbage bins and lampposts, even toilet brushes - not to mention trees, grasshoppers, and garden shrubs. Does this make me a candidate for the Cuckoo's Nest? Or am I simply way too eclectic in my scientific pantheism?

I've explored tantric yoga and vegetarianism, Rosicrucianism, Enochian magick, Crowley, Gurdjieff, Wilhelm Reich, Tim Leary, John Lilly, Terence McKenna, the Kabbala, sacred geometry, and the Flower of Life.

And now Asha Deane is saying that the Alpha-Omega Melchizedek Order (of which Drunvalo claims membership) is behind a nasty plot to get people to activate their Merkabas in reverse, so that Fallen Angelic Hierarchies can take over their souls! Jim Hurtak is really an Illuminati agent channeling the naughty Jehovian Elohim via his Keys of Enoch. However, Enoch himself is cool and doing his darndest to remain neutral in the Final Conflict between Light and Dark.... Hmmmm.

In truth, I am utterly bewildered by all this metaphysical shit flying around. Some say we must transcend to ascend. Others insist we must get involved on the social and political levels - or lose our genetic inheritance to evil extradimensional parasites. However, I do have a mathematical constant to which I can refer when feeling disoriented: my innermost core is none other than Source Itself!

All that peripheral detail is just an entertaining spin-off from allowing a random factor into the permutation process that makes manifestation possible. No matter what belief system I take a temporary fancy to - or to use a more organic analogy, no matter which philosophical Playboy Playmate I pick as my flavor-of-the-month - I know that what I'm all about is LOVE. Even in my grouchiest state on the worst bad-hair day, I am centered in Universal Love, Compassion, and the Unending Quest for Pure Meaning and Perfect Harmony.

And that is ultimately all anyone needs to be. The rest is just subscription TV with an infinite choice of channels (pun fully intended).

Written 10 May 2003 & published in Magick River's lunatic fringe e-zine, The Moon. First posted 7 January 2009, reposted 16 May 2014 & 15 August 2015.

Tuesday, July 25, 2023

AND ON THE 3RD DAY... HE CRACKED ME UP ALL OVER AGAIN! (repost)

Three days ago, on 22 June 2008, a very funny man left the planet. He wasn't just hilariously, laugh-a-second, faster-than-a-speeding train funny - George Carlin was also one of the smartest, clearest-thinking humans who ever made a lifetime career out of stand-up comedy. Some would add that George Carlin was also arguably the foulest-mouthed, most offensively in-your-face type of free-thinking, free-wheeling atheist - and that folks like him ought to be completely banned from the airwaves. Well, anyone who would say something so unkind about my dear departed friend George Carlin will be immediately added to George's infamous list of "People Who Deserve To Be Killed" for being so dumb-ass fucking stupid. In celebration of his life and as a tribute to a shining beacon of intelligence, I've selected some wonderful examples of George Carlin's brilliant wit, courtesy of YouTube (what would the world be without YouTube?)







My grandfather would say: "I'm going upstairs to fuck your grandmother". He was an honest man, and he wasn't going to bullshit a four-year-old.” — George Carlin

GEORGE CARLIN was born 12 May 1937 in New York City, the son of Mary (née Bearey), a secretary, and Patrick Carlin, a national advertising manager for the New York Sun. Carlin was of Irish descent and was raised in the Roman Catholic faith.

Carlin grew up on West 121st Street, in a neighborhood of Manhattan which he later said, in a stand-up routine, he and his friends called "White Harlem," because that sounded a lot tougher than its real name of Morningside Heights. He was raised by his mother, who left his father when Carlin was two years old. After three semesters, at the age of 14, Carlin involuntarily left Cardinal Hayes High School and briefly attended Bishop Dubois High School in Harlem. He later joined the United States Air Force, training as a radar technician. He was stationed at Barksdale AFB in Bossier City, Louisiana.

During this time he began working as a disc jockey on KJOE, a radio station based in the nearby city of Shreveport. He did not complete his Air Force enlistment. Labeled an "unproductive airman" by his superiors, Carlin was discharged on July 29, 1957. In 1959, Carlin and Jack Burns began as a comedy team when both were working for radio station KXOL in Fort Worth, Texas. After successful performances at Fort Worth's beat coffeehouse, The Cellar, Burns and Carlin headed for California in February 1960 and stayed together for two years as a team before moving on to individual pursuits.

Carlin became more popular as a frequent performer and guest host on The Tonight Show during the Johnny Carson era, becoming one of Carson's most frequent substitutes during the host's three-decade reign. Carlin was also cast on Away We Go, a 1967 comedy show. His material during his early career, which included impressions, and his appearance, which consisted of suits and short-cropped hair, has been seen as "conventional", particularly when contrasted with his later antiestablishment material.

Carlin was present at Lenny Bruce's arrest for obscenity. According to legend the police began attempting to detain members of the audience for questioning, and asked Carlin for his identification. Telling the police he did not believe in government issued IDs, he was arrested and taken to jail with Bruce in the same vehicle.

Eventually, Carlin changed both his routines and his appearance. He lost some TV bookings by dressing strangely for a comedian of the time, wearing faded jeans and sporting a beard and earrings at a time when clean-cut, well-dressed comedians were the norm. Using his own persona as a springboard for his new comedy, he was presented by Ed Sullivan in a performance of "The Hair Piece," and quickly regained his popularity as the public caught on to his sense of style.

In 2001, Carlin was given a Lifetime Achievement Award at the 15th Annual American Comedy Awards.

In December 2003, California U.S. Representative Doug Ose introduced a bill (H.R. 3687) to outlaw the broadcast of Carlin's seven "dirty words," including "compound use (including hyphenated compounds) of such words and phrases with each other or with other words or phrases, and other grammatical forms of such words and phrases (including verb, adjective, gerund, participle, and infinitive forms)". (The bill omits "tits", but includes "ass" and "asshole", which were not part of Carlin's original routine.)

The following year, Carlin was fired from his headlining position at the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas after an altercation with his audience. After a poorly received set filled with dark references to suicide bombings and beheadings, Carlin stated that he could not wait to get out of "this fucking hotel" and Las Vegas in general, claiming he wanted to go back East "where the real people are." He continued to insult his audience, stating:

"People who go to Las Vegas, you've got to question their fucking intellect to start with. Traveling hundreds and thousands of miles to essentially give your money to a large corporation is kind of fucking moronic. That's what I'm always getting here is these kind of fucking people with very limited intellects."

An audience member shouted back that Carlin should "stop degrading us", at which point Carlin responded "Thank you very much, whatever that was. I hope it was positive; if not, well blow me." He was immediately fired by MGM Grand and soon after announced he would enter rehab for drug and alcohol addiction.

For years, Carlin had performed regularly as a headliner in Las Vegas. He began a tour through the first half of 2006, and had a new HBO Special on November 5, 2005 entitled Life is Worth Losing, which was shown live from the Beacon Theatre in New York City. Topics covered included suicide, natural disasters (and the impulse to see them escalate in severity), cannibalism, genocide, human sacrifice, threats to civil liberties in America, and how an argument can be made that humans are inferior to animals.

"If God had intended us not to masturbate he would've made our arms shorter.” — George Carlin

Although raised in the Roman Catholic faith, Carlin often denounced the idea of God in interviews and performances, most notably with his "Invisible Man in the Sky" and "There Is No God" routines. In mockery, he invented the parody religion Frisbeetarianism for a newspaper contest. He defined it as the belief that when a person dies "his soul gets flung onto a roof, and just stays there", and cannot be retrieved.

Carlin also joked that he worshiped the Sun, because he could actually see it, but prayed to Joe Pesci (a good friend of his in real life) because "he's a good actor", and "looks like a guy who can get things done!"

Carlin also introduced the "Two Commandments" - a revised "pocket-sized" list of the Ten Commandments in his HBO special Complaints and Grievances, ending with the additional commandment of "Thou shalt keep thy religion to thyself."



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[First posted 25 June 2008]


A wonderfully wicked session with George Carlin (repost)













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[First posted 19 January 2015]

Sunday, July 23, 2023

Drunvalo Melchizedek's extraordinary mission on Planet Earth! (reprise

Immortal Teachings of
The Flower of Life
by Antares

How often have you looked at the stars on a clear night and wondered: "This is so beautiful, so inspiring... but what does it mean to my life on this tiny planet?"

And then have you not wished, for a whimsical moment, that a very ancient and wise person would magically appear and tell you the story of how Life came to be on Earth, and the Purpose of it all, if any?

What if such a Person did appear and told you the true story of Earth and her place among the stars... would you believe any of it? Or would your "scientific" education prevent you from listening with your heart and remembering the stories that already live within your cells, like a wondrous tapestry of evolutionary tales woven with the very strands of your DNA?

Well, a very wise and ancient person appeared before Drunvalo Melchizedek in 1972, not long after Drunvalo "arrived" on this planet. This phantasmal being gazed intensely with babylike eyes at Drunvalo, as if scrutinizing him without judgement... and then disappeared.

Twelve years later on November 1, 1984 (Drunvalo seems very specific about particular dates), the strange apparition appeared again, at first in the form of a golden, egg-shaped light; and then as a compact, brown-skinned, twinkling-eyed man. This time, Drunvalo was ready to receive his distinguished visitor, whose name - or one of them at least - was Thoth.

His mission, it turned out, was to transmit to Drunvalo (and whoever was interested) everything he knew of Earth's tumultuous history since 50,000 B.C., when he was a mighty Atlantean king named Chiquetet Arelich Vomalitos. Actually, Thoth was a bit of a Time Traveler and had juicy information dating back 5.5 million years. Beyond that point, Thoth said, the Akashic Records had been scratched or completely deleted by an inexplicable occurrence.

Now, any mystic worth his sacred mantram will tell you that every thought, word and deed is indelibly imprinted in the akasha (etheric timetrack). What could possibly have happened 5.5. million years ago around this planet to have obliterated the records? Oh well, never mind the hoary past but what of the future?

Thoth wasn't too concerned about that, since he was looking forward to completing his mission and departing this Dimensional Octave altogether. Which he did, according to Drunvalo, with 31 other Ascended Masters on May 4, 1991 (if these precise dates have any significance, I have yet to discover it).

Goodbye, Thoth! Hello, Drunvalo! But this won't be the last you'll be hearing of Thoth. Indeed, much of the historical data presented by Drunvalo Melchizedek in his extraordinary Flower of Life workshop comes directly from Thoth's vast memory banks. No wonder the early Egyptians worshiped Thoth as the God of Scribes, depicting him with an ibis head. Later he incarnated in Greece as Hermes Trismegistus (the Thrice-Bom Master) and initiated Pythagoras into the Great Mysteries. The Romans called him Mercury, Messenger of the Sun (and, by extension, the Stars).

You see, Thoth succeeded in penetrating the Veils of Time and Space, and ascended to Immortality about 52,000 years ago. He could have moved on to other realities but chose instead to stay close to Earthbound humanity till every laggard soul was ripe for graduation to "higher levels" of consciousness.

The fact that Thoth and his wife have finally fused with a soul group of Ascended Masters and zoomed off way beyond the Time-Space Horizon augurs very well indeed for all of us. It means we are nearing the Time of Completion in our evolution.


Between now and January 2013, hints Drunvalo, every human being will have made it through the proverbial Eye of the Needle - even the grossly overweight ones (although some very drastic transformations of lifestyles and perceptions may be necessary).

What about the rest of the planet - the oceans, the forests, the plants and animals, the indigenous peoples? Don't worry about them, Drunvalo advises, they're perfectly fine; it's the technology-addicted human race that's going through a major initiation. We simply have to lay down our weapons and quit judging or trying to control other people's behavior or beliefs.

Not at all an easy order to fill. But we really have to think and act and play WIN-WIN for EVERYONE - and we've got to do it NOW. Or else? Or else we won't know what hit us when the Earth's magnetic field collapses, erasing our synthetic realities and our memories.

Is that an inevitable scenario? "Don’t ask me, I only work here," Drunvalo quips impishly. "Actually, nobody knows anymore, not even the Ascended Masters. Events are accelerating way beyond predictability. But it's no use worrying. Just open up your heart and activate your living Merkaba field. It's no big deal - we've only forgotten how to do it, that's all - because we stopped breathing prana directly when we 'fell' about 13,000 years ago.”


In March 1994, at the Archangel Michael Conclave in Banff, Canada, Drunvalo Melchizedek broke the Good News: The aeons-long war between Good and Evil is OVER! 

At least on the "higher levels" it's over - even if a few stragglers are still roaming the jungles of dense reality, sniping at imaginary enemies and dodging illusory bullets. The Great Archangels Lucifer and Michael have reached a special new understanding. The drama of duality has finally played itself out. Heroes and villains will share the stage with the entire chorus at the curtain call, while the audience jumps to its feet for a standing ovation.

And we can all celebrate with a drink of ambrosia (what else?) afterwards - although questions of "before" and "after" will get trickier and trickier when linear time transforms itself into spiral or even spherical time (which could mean No-Time at all!)

Er.. can you PROVE any of this?

Actually, no, Mr Jones. However, that's not really a problem. Picture it this way: what sort of proof could you show a frog living under a coconut shell that there's a whole reality "out there" which is utterly beyond its conception? Or how do you explain to a tankful of aquarium fish that their "owner" has moved house - and that they're in fact in a completely different city? City? What's a "city"? See what I mean? Now if you’ve been experiencing weird intimations that there’s a whole lot more going on around here than meets the socially conditioned “I” – or you’ve had vivid dreams which make you feel that waking reality may not be all that real – you won’t be demanding any concrete proof, just validation and elaboration.

Drunvalo Melchizedek doesn't know everything. After all, he's only been on this planet twice. But what he says, and the way he says it, resonates with my own feelings about reality. His stories, Thoth's stories, stir the depths of my soul, bringing to light a great many long-forgotten truths. I can recognize the SHAPE and the SOUND of what's “true.” I don't need an official document to prove I am who I am.

So what else did I learn in 6 long days (from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m.)? Well, for one thing, I learned how God or Prime Creator or Great Spirit managed to generate a universe in 6 simple movements. That's the great secret concealed in the Flower of Life emblem. It's all holographic. The great contains the small and vice versa. Or, as Hermes succinctly put it to Pythagoras: "As above, so below." Sacred geometry - or synergetic-energetic geometry, in Buckminister Fuller's terms - explains it best.

The original Flower of Life workshop included 44 hours of videos. In six days I watched more videos than I have since the advent of television (I believe someone has compressed and edited the info to less than 33 hours now). The participants took turns nodding off (there were only four of us, owing to last-minute cancellations, so it was easy to keep tabs on who was asleep and who wasn't. 

Korton (aka Lloyd Taylor) our greybearded, grandfatherly, bighearted facilitator from Maleny, Queensland, told us not to worry about "missing" some segments. "Trust that your Higher Self knows when to knock out your conscious mind so your subconscious can record it for later use."

What came across most powerfully, watching Drunvalo's impeccable classroom manner during a couple of FOL workshops conducted in 1992 and 1993, was how he so seamlessly merged the Scientist and the Mystic in his personal being. Here was a man who had started out studying Physics and Mathematics, only to switch abruptly to Fine Arts; and then Alchemy, followed by crash courses in Judaism, Sufism, Hinduism, Tantrism, Tibetan Buddhism, Islam, Shamanism, Sacred Geometry, the Kaballah, Mineralogy, Crystallography... not bad for someone who began his present life as a Roman Catholic.

Thermodynamic Horizon by Adam Scott Miller
As Drunvalo candidly explains, he "walked" into his physical body on April 10, 1972 (he doesn't say what time) by prior arrangement with the previous tenant. As a new-kid-on-the-block by earthly standards, Drunvalo needed a fully customized vehicle to ease his entry into the density and complexity of 3-dimensional living. Prior to accepting this assignment, Drunvalo remembers his free and formless state in the 13th Dimension (but only vaguely, or the nostalgia would have been too painful to endure). He’s a Melchizedek from outside the System, from beyond the 12 Dimensions of our Reality Octave.

Unity Consciousness is the Alpha and Omega state of being, and Drunvalo originally knew no Polarity (he has since learned a hell of a lot about it, he says with a wry grin). That's precisely why he was chosen for this special mission by the Great White Brotherhood (on the recommendation of his great-great-great-grandfather Machiavinda Melchizedek, the very same Mysterious Melchizedek mentioned casually in the Bible as a powerful Priest-King of Salem).

As you may have guessed, the Great White Brotherhood (not to be confused with the Ku Klux Klan, a degenerate modern mutation of an ancient Druidic clan of Melchizedek Initiates) has nothing to do with racist notions of Black or White. Branches of the GWB have also been called the Brotherhood of Light or the White Lodge - and its ordained task has ever been to assist in the evolution of Consciousness throughout the Cosmos.

Now this traditionally placed the GWB at odds with the Great Dark Brotherhood or the Dark Lodge, whose avowed objective has been to thwart the evolutionary process by preying on less conscious lifeforms and arresting their spiritual growth. You can think of it as the intricate interplay of footwork between accelerator and brake pedals. Or some suspenseful species of intergalactic James Bond movie - complete with Spectre and SMERSH Agents, MI6, the CIA, KGB, Mossad, Dr No, and Secret Cabals. As above, so below.

BUT THEN CAME A DIVINE TWIST IN THE PLOT. IT HAPPENED IN 1972. YES, THE YEAR DRUNVALO MELCHIZEDEK SHIPPED IN... THE YEAR LIFE ALMOST ENDED IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM... THE YEAR EARTH WAS BORN ANEW… THANKS TO "DADDY" AND "MUMMY'... AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF DOTING "AUNTS" AND "UNCLES" FROM THE STARRY REALMS…

In order to even begin to sense the relevance and truth of everything Drunvalo discusses in the FOL teachings, one needs to quickly scan the general outline of the curriculum and get a rough idea of the wild assortment of heavy topics we're grappling with... sorry, I mean LIGHT topics! Ready for this?



Although starseeds began germinating on this planet about 500 million years ago, most of these early civilizations have evolved beyond the Waveform Universe. Their stories are inaccessible to us at this juncture, but perhaps at some point in our distant future we shall reconnect with our remote past and gain direct experience of life processes at this level.

However, it is possible to get a glimpse of the numerous Great Cycles our Earth has passed through in the last 5.5 million years once our consciousness has broken through the dense shell of 3D Time-Space. It's the most recent 200,000 years that directly affects us - especially the last 13,000 years since the Great Deluge that came in the wake of the Atlantean Disaster.

A specific landmark year was 1972, the year our Sun underwent an unscheduled Pole Shift. The resulting solar wind would have obliterated all lifeforms on the physical plane - had it not been for timely extraterrestrial intervention sanctioned by the highest Spiritual Authority. Those deemed responsible for our genesis undertook a radical experiment, hoping to save at least two or three Earthian humans from annihilation. As events turned out, the results exceeded all expectations. Not only was the human race saved in biological terms, we are now potential saviors in the theological sense.


Thanks to this deus ex machina Holographic Virtual Reality Insert, humanity is now a species on the very brink of attaining Christ-consciousness en masse (I know the evidence from consensus reality makes it virtually impossible to believe this, but this is veritably the darkest hour before the New Dawn). In fact, millions have already experienced this mysterious effect without understanding what it's all about.

In the Hebrew scriptures, the beings behind our creation were called the Elohim and the Nephilim. But we may call them by their more "upbeat" names - how about Sirians (from the Dog Star Sirius) and Nibiruans (from the 4th-dimensional planet Nibiru, known in Greek mythology as Typhon?... and even as I write this, swiftly approaching the Earth in its 3,600-year orbit around our Sun).

These were indeed the Sky Gods described in the Sumerian cuneiform clay tablets as Anunnaki (Those Who From Heaven To Earth Descended) - the saga was subsequently paraphrased as the Book of Genesis in the Old Testament (read Zecharia Sitchin's extensive studies on the subject of the 12th Planet available from Bear & Co).

While Drunvalo makes no mention of the role of the Pleiadians in our planet's life history, I feel that a very significant aspect of our "higher selves" originates from what the Maya/Inca and other indigenous peoples regard as our original home constellation. Stay tuned for further revelations...


[First published 1997 in JOURNAL ONE. Posted 11 June 2012 & 1 August 2014]

Who Called Off The Apocalypse? Teachings from a Modern Mystery School (reprise)

Anima the Awakener

In the Flower of Life teachings presented by Drunvalo Melchizedek, we learn that the Earth is really a dynamic complex of interpenetrating electromagnetic fields, and that all lifeforms generate their own bioenergetic grids, which are 6th-dimensionally geometric in structure. This corresponds with recent trends of thought in quantum physics which postulate the existence of 'morphogenetic' fields and corroborates the Hindu belief that the entire cosmos is created by a neverending dance between Shakta/God (electricity) and Shakti/Goddess (magnetism).

Drunvalo Melchizedek
Drunvalo describes a spectacular cataclysm that occurred on this planet approximately 13,000 years ago which involved the shifting of the poles, the melting of the Antarctic ice cap, and the temporary but total collapse of the Earth's magnetic field. Now, when that happens, it's like someone pulling the plug while you're working on the computer. Everything gets wiped out unless it's been saved (perhaps the digital equivalent of having one's name recorded by Angels in the Book of Life?) - or else you've got a battery back-up (i.e. your karmic credit stands you in good stead).

'Ascended masters' are those who - having attained Christ or Melchizedek consciousness through the activation of their heart chakras - can move around in their own pranically-propelled, gyroscopic, counter-rotating, electromagnetic fields of pure, unconditional love. This ultra-high-velocity vehicle of multidimensional mobility is called in esoteric parlance, the Light Body or Merkaba..

Fully activated merkaba

According to many ancient accounts, the disaster that befell humanity about 13,000 years ago resulted in our slipping into a collective amnesia from which we are now swiftly beginning to awake. The following extracts from a summary I wrote in February 1997 after attending Drunvalo Melchizedek's Flower of Life Workshop may help shed some light on the subject of humanity's 'Fall from Grace.'

Our Descent into Density

There have been several Cosmic Dramas involving some sort of 'Fall from Divine Grace' - but since we are most familiar with the Lucifer mythos, Drunvalo speaks metaphorically of 'the Lucifer Rebellion' when he describes what happens to civilizations that opt for 'externalizing the Merkaba.' In effect, those who seek to conquer Time-Space via tool-making and technology are part of the Lucifer Rebellion - which includes all humans alive on Earth today. (Dolphins and whales are a good example of highly sentient beings whose evolutionary pathway did not include experience of the 'Fall.')

In choosing the left-brained or 'masculine' approach to mastering our environment, we began to feel more and more separate from All That Is. GOD became a concept to which we paid lip service, but for the most part were unable to experience directly as our own Higher Self.

Cydonia on Mars with ruins of ancient city & Sphinx-like face

The more severely afflicted civilizations gradually lost touch with their Emotional Bodies, their Feeling Centers, and thus came to function almost entirely on Ego and Logic. They achieved marvelous feats in the physical sciences and their technological applications - but their hearts turned cold and soon they saw themselves as separate from every other lifeform. They were thus able to abuse, exploit, manipulate and exterminate those deemed inferior.


Some species of intelligence, such as the high-tech Martian Race from over a million years ago, achieved Timewarp Travel through a 'Mechanical Merkaba,' which they constructed in the region known to Earth astronomers as Cydonia (where tetrahedral pyramid structures and a huge human face were photographed in 1976 by the Viking space probes). They projected themselves to a future Earth about 65,000 years in our past and began to dominate the adolescent human cultures evolving in Atlantis. The Martians produced offshoot races like the Greys - who, when faced with the prospect of racial extinction through infertility, embarked upon a Grey-Human Hybridization Project (which involved the mutilation of horses and cattle, and the abduction of thousands of humans for genetic sampling and cloning procedures.)

Thoth & the Seed of Life
But something quite unexpected occurred in 1989 which forced the Greys to swiftly abandon the planet. According to Drunvalo Melchizedek, a woman in Peru (who shall remain unnamed) achieved Christ consciousness, connected with the planetary Merkaba, and simply wished the Greys away! (By the end of 1992 they were were all gone - though some are still holding out below the surface of Mars, while the rest have retreated to Al Nilam in the Orion Constellation.)

Hardnosed, logical races like the former Martians and their Grey spawn have influenced human consciousness to the extent that we are at present pretty much trapped in the Dense Matter Universe, specifically between the 3rd and the Lower Harmonic Overtones of the 4th Dimension (which is where we may encounter a plethora of elementals, astral entities, and demons of our own making). The higher harmonic overtones of the 4th Dimension and beyond are the Frequency Zones where the more 'advanced' races like the Nibiruans, the Hathors, the Arcturians, the Pleiadians, and the Sirians can be located. (Note: Each Dimension consists of 12 sub-dimensions or harmonic overtones, and there are 12 Dimensions in each Octave of Reality, making a total of 144.)

Individual humans may from time to time ascend to the Subtle Planes, but as a collectivity our mindset hasn't allowed for Life to exist on any levels other than the ones with which we are familiar (though this may not be true for much longer).

Lemuria, Atlantis, and The Naacal Mystery Schools  


About 80,000 years ago, a couple named Ay and Tiya achieved Ascension and founded the Naacal Mystery School in Lemuria - a gentle, magnificent empire that stretched from the Himalayas to way past Easter Island and portions of South America. Not long before the main continent of Lemuria sank, Ay and Tiya gathered over a thousand Immortal Masters and migrated to the island of Undal in Atlantis. They divided the island into four quadrants corresponding to the male-female/logical-intuitive functions of Mind and began projecting ten magnetic vortices in the Tree of Life pattern onto the main island of Atlantis. These magnetic 'hotspots' drew vast numbers of Lemurian migrants who settled around vortices that resonated with their own inner natures. Soon, cities grew over eight of the ten vortices. Two were left uninhabited because the masculine-logical energies they accentuated had yet to arise in the largely feminine-intuitive Lemurian consciousness.

Alas, Nature abhors a vacuum: the unpopulated vortices began pulling in 'uninvited' refugee races from other planets and Star Systems. One such race were the Hebrews whose home planet had been devastated by some species of nuclear holocaust.

The highly intelligent Hebrews integrated fairly well with the Earthians and contributed much to their advancement, though undercurrents of mistrust continued to flow through the bloodlines, so that Jews are often regarded as 'Strangers in a Strange Land' even today.

The other race that suddenly arrived proved to be a monumental problem. These were the Timewarp Martians from an entirely different Evolutionary Spiral, victims of an earlier Lucifer-type Rebellion who were on the verge of planetary annihilation through constant warfaring. Almost as soon as they appeared in Atlantis, the Martian refugees attempted to colonize everybody else. Tribal traditions that tell of 'giant invaders' are a reminder of this weird era in Earth's history. A large portion of the Martian population was exterminated when a comet struck their main colony.

The surviving Martians made a disastrous attempt to leave the planet about 16,000 years ago by constructing another Mechanical Merkaba. The device went out of control and ripped right through our Spacetime Continuum, causing havoc through all the Dimensions. The destruction of Atlantis 3,000 years later through wave upon wave of cataclysmic magnetic-field upheavals was merely a physical side-effect. Dimensional fissures and wormholes were created which sucked in millions of low-frequency entities that didn't belong in this Reality Octave.

These dispossessed entities took up residence within the Atlanteans' emotional bodies, generating ripples of deep psychosis throughout the 'collective unconscious' that continue to plague the human race. Some call these displaced entities 'attached spirits' or 'mind viruses.' (They cause destructive 'mood swings' in order to feed off negative human emotions like anger, fear, guilt, and paranoia. The only way to 'exorcize' them is to raise one's spiritual vibrations to a higher level, which allows them to escape from this Dimension and continue their evolution.)

The Ascended Masters, assisted by Great Ones from the Galactic Councils of Light and vast Armies of Archangels, did everything in their power to minimize the hideous suffering all over the planet - but something had gone very wrong and no one knew what to do - except Pull the Plug on the Earth Project and cut the phenomenal losses. This resulted in an overall increase of density on this planet and a drastic lowering of consciousness. Hindus interpreted this somnambulistic phase of human evolution as our entry into the Kali yuga or Age of Darkness.


It was then that the Immortal Masters of the Naacal Mystery School decided to divide themselves into three groups and relocate to Khem (now known as Egypt), the Andes (Peru/Bolivia), and the Himalayas. There they materialized underground cities and maintained a low profile for many millennia, keeping themselves comfortably aloof on the higher harmonic overtones of the 4th, 5th and 6th Dimensions.

When conditions were right, they sent forth emissaries into the 3rd Dimension, operating through local mages and sages, holy men, kings and queens. Some monitored the situation camouflaged as peasants, traders and fortune-tellers. They kept the Sacred Flame burning through the long Dark Ages of a benighted period of human history.

The Phoenix of Eternal Regeneration
Occasionally, they would manifest as a secret school of alchemists, artists, philosophers, and scientists. Some attempted to work on the political level by establishing Masonic or Magickal Orders, risking the widespread contagion and contamination of a world gone completely mad. Many a time they were infiltrated and their noble aims hijacked by the Dark Lodge which - until very recently - held sway over this sector of the Galaxy and was in virtual control of the whole planet via its financial and religious institutions. This is why so many contentious factions and splinter groups have proliferated in the unknown history of the mystery schools on planet Earth.

Good News Flash: A Special Conclave was held in March 1994 under the aegis of Archangel Michael in which the Luciferic Forces were reinstated as Sons of Light and Members of the Melchizedek Order. The Great White Brotherhood solemnly pledged to work as One with the Great Dark Brotherhood. And thus the Bloody Era of Competition and Internecine Warfare is giving way to the Aquarian Age of Universal Cooperation. The Apocalypse has indeed been called off.

However, this may not be immediately apparent to the proverbial man-in-the-street. At least not until a critical mass of Higher Awareness precipitates a planetary-scale paradigm shift and a Galactic-scale quantum jump: from brain-centered, might-is-right, 3-dimensional anthropocentrism - to a multidimensional, heart-centered, beauty- and truth-loving, conscious appreciation and celebration of the glorious unity and sacredness of all Life.

[First published in 1997, reposted 1 August 2014]

Friday, July 21, 2023

Oodlies creator Joi Murugavell interviews Antares (another blast from the past)



Joi: If you were stuck in an elevator desperate for sex and the only way you'd get to shag the only girl left on the planet, was to tell her about your career as a cartoonist, in exactly 117 words. What would you say (she's hot and standing in the good corner of the elevator, naked). Also, animals will die if you don't do this and your nipples will be yanked by a deranged tiger as Larry the male nurse pours a mixture of salt and hot tar into your fresh wounds, if you don't do this in exactly 117 words.

Antares: Well, here we are trapped in the ultimate wet dream scenario. It will take at least two hours before any rescue team can reach us and the CCTV was stolen by vandals. I can see you're hot... as you've taken off all your clothes. Damn good idea, think I'll do likewise. Feel free to resurrect my libido... or tell me the story of your life. Either way my interest will be aroused. See those funny little bumps on my head? That's how you can tell if someone's a cartoonist. Feel free to titillate all my senses while I fondle your brainlobes. Promise I won't mess up your hair. What's your name by the way, darling? I'm Frank. [Exactly 117 words, count 'em!]

Joi: How do you pronounce your name? I do like your name and its the reason I friended you on facebook even before I knew the 'well known' in your title of 'well known cartoonist' was so deserved.

Antares: "Ahn-tah-rays" (with the accent on the second syllable). The name is neutral enough. No ethnic, biocultural or gender clues there. That's the way I like it. I'm not sure if it connects with the binary star system called Antares. All I know is, Antares is a very ancient gas giant with an impressive flatulence quotient.


An oodleee by Antares & Joi 

Joi: What does your name mean? Joi means Victory, the right pronunciation of my name is ... actually forget it! a whole bunch of idiots I know will start mispronouncing my mispronounced name if I told you.

Antares: I found out (shortly after "receiving" the name "Antares") that it's actually Greek. Combination of "anti" and "Ares" (Mars) - in effect, counterforce to Mars (Antares and Mars both appear distinctly red to the naked eye). Mars is the Roman God of Division and the planet also rules the plow and the sword (agriculture, warfare and surgery) - so Antares may be regarded as an intermediary or bridging force (in Sanskrit, antara means "inter" or "between"). Later I stumbled across some intriguing cosmomythological aspects of Antares: Chinese astrologers call it the Red Phoenix Star and the Hindu name for it is Jyeshta. Some say Jyeshta is the last portal of purification every soul must pass through on its way home to Godhead. In astrology, Antares is known as the Heart of Scorpio, because it appears to the eye as being the center of the constellation. I recently acquired a DVD of the 1959 epic movie Ben Hur and was amused to discover that Prince Judah Ben Hur's favorite horse was named Antares.

Joi: I love the feeling of aggravation and being aggravated. Its like playing with a loose tooth, slight pain but extremely pleasurable. The trick is to know when to stop, as aggravation can very quickly turn into annoyance. I know this because I often seek out irritating human beings, if I think they'd supply me with good aggravation and then I feel bad telling them they're annoying, so I'm stuck with this motley crew of friends, particularly on twitter. What's your flaw, when choosing humans as friends?

Antares: Well, I'm attracted to intimacy on all levels. I tend to befriend those who aren't ashamed of being themselves, who don't go around wearing masks or heavy armor. Ron Hubbard sagely said that true communication is only possible amongst equals. So I avoid those who are trapped in games of status or whose egos are overly competitive. I like being surrounded by folks in front of whom I can undress without a second thought. The upshot of this is that I have minimal contact with table-thumping rabble-rousers and professional pundits - in effect, your typical beer-swilling, soccer-watching pub regulars. I don't view this as a "flaw" - but it does cut me off from "popular" culture. My disdain for the Lowest Common Denominator ensures that almost everything I produce has little or "no commercial potential."


Cartoon sex, anyone?

Joi: If you munted your hands and couldn't draw, would it bother you, at this point in your life. Or would you be more concerned about the other things you couldn't do without your, hands. I'd be devastated, and I was for 2 months when my hand was injured. But in a few years, who knows. (I am aware this is the second violent thought I've had about your body parts, it wasn’t unintentional).

Antares: Contrary to public opinion, I don't see myself as a cartoonist. I'm primarily a writer-musician who happens to doodle a bit on the side. In effect, drawing isn't a MAJOR part of my life. If I lost my hands, not being able to draw is unlikely to be my main gripe. There are so many things we take for granted, Joi. When I emerged from a 5-day induced coma in December 2009, I couldn't even drink water for a couple of days. That was sheer hell. When I found myself able to drink more than a few drops of water, it was absolute bliss. It took me more than two weeks to regrow the muscles in my legs so I could jump from rock to rock and climb hills. Not being able to do that was a big shock to my system. I now relate to people with physical handicaps with far more empathy and admiration - simply because I can appreciate what it took for them to carry on, regardless.

Joi: Do you have a favorite shampoo and conditioner? or any tips on how to care for long hair.


Antares: I had to lop off my locks in October 2010. I inherited my mother's extremely fine hair and I used to have a fantastic mane (see 1991 pic at right)... but it began thinning out with age and my hairdresser suggested I cut it short, so it could regain a bit of density. Right now it's just touching my shoulders. I do miss my waist-length wildman image - guess it's part of growing older maturing and letting go of unnecessary accessories like hair (though I prefer to view the process not so much as "losing hair" but "gaining face"). When I had glorious tresses a few girlfriends offered an assortment of tips on hair care - using a brush instead of a comb, applying conditioner after shampooing, and so on. I never had much patience for preening, so I'm not a good role model for tonsorial hygiene. However, I'm still vain enough to apply dark henna to my hair once every 2 or 3 months - not only does it obscure the white hairs, henna also strengthens the follicles. And, best of all, I can buy henna for RM1.50 a packet!


Scatological resonances

Joi: Have you ever shaved your armpits? Or any other bits?

Antares: I don't have much body hair. My paternal grandmother advised my mum to avoid beef during pregnancy, so her offspring are all relatively hairless, which makes it impossible to grow a beard (I gave up after trying for 30 years, even resorting to magic hair-growth lotions that obviously don't work). As for other bits... um... I did attempt to shave my pubic hair once, to make my penis look bigger... but ended up nicking my balls with the razor. Now I'm a connoisseur of other people's hair - armpit or otherwise, visible or otherwise.

Joi: I love this series of cartoons which you started drawing in 1991. I'm not just a fan of the whimsical lines in the sketches but more how one thing led to another that made someone sit down and act silly, for quite a while. You've dedicated the website to your grandson, Max. What does it feel like having a grandson? Most grandparents are more relaxed with their grandkids than they were with their own kids. I mean my mum hardly swears at my nephews. Her favorite thing to yell at us was "I'll give you a slap and send you flying"; it was really difficult trying not to laugh as she was always dead serious when she said that and yet it was such a ridiculous thing to say.

Antares: The Goon Gallery, as stated in my notes on Goonology, was the result of a single outpouring of looniness. I used up an entire drawing pad trying to explain what a "goon" looks like to an ignorant Canadian. Like most improvisations, it's an unrepeatable performance and I'm glad it's finally been digitized and published online. I view digital tech as something heavensent, since I don't enjoy offering stuff to publishers - only to be told there's "no market" for my work. Thank Google for free blog templates! Now anyone anywhere with internet access can have a good chuckle at no expense. My grandson Max (who turned 11 on 28 August 2011) is an enthusiastic doodler himself and he drew me some inspiring get-well cards when I was in hospital. I'm giving him a Tacoma guitar for his birthday in the hope that he will someday do cover versions of his grandfather's songs. The idea appeals greatly to me. Thus far, Max has fulfilled his father's ambitions to be a jock. I'd be overjoyed to see him continue the family tradition of crooning and doodling. The best thing about my grandchildren is that I only see them on rare occasions - so we have no negative impressions whatsoever of each other.


Indeed!

Joi: Are you a horny doodler? (a doodler who can't keep his hands to himself and dry humps paper constantly with long objects that squirt ink). Or a binge doodler?

Antares: My doodling days are all but over, Joi. I can't find any pens that work reliably (25 years ago I could buy China-made Hero fountain pens for around M$4.50 and they not only worked fine but lasted years; these days Hero pens are absolute crap, and the last few I bought are lying around unused in some drawer). Also, I used to yak on the phone extensively - and doodling was something to do with my hands. These days, 90% of my social interactions happen via facebook - and that doesn't exactly inspire doodling. The most recent cartoon assignment was in 2009 when I was asked to illustrate a book on the Malaysian budget and how the government was squandering it. I took it on as a challenge, as I hadn't done any cartoons in years. Managed to produce 9 usable illustrations within a week, so I'm relieved I haven't completely lost it.

Joi: There are countless websites on the ‘poor graphic designer who has to make that logo bigger’. When you worked as a cartoonist, did you find a similar noose around your neck? What did you do, to keep the juices flowing? and did you know when it was time to leave? (when I think I've asked someone too many questions I simply chuck multiple questions into one paragraph). I always giggle when people say 'juices flowing'. Because I'm extremely childish.

Antares: I was never a full-time cartoonist. In fact, most people didn't even know I could draw until my first book, ADOI! came out in 1989. After that, I was offered occasional commissions to illustrate various publications. Only rarely did my cartoons appear in the newspapers. Mostly they appeared in magazines, illustrating my own short stories, etc. I only recall two instances when I was required to "tone down" a cartoon: the first was when the editor felt nervous about the Madonna figure I had drawn to illustrate "The Black Marker Brigade"... I had to redraw her minus the nunnish tudung. The second instance was when I had to add a bikini top to a nude female figure for a full-page cartoon featured in a short-lived monthly called Journal One. Nothing too serious - it's always about religion and sex, isn't it? They are inextricably bound together, it appears. I like the idea of your creative (or procreative) juices flowing, Joi. I'm not only childish, I find the word "juice" rather delicious. And it makes me think of James Joyce, and Joi Murugavell.

Commemorating Joi Murugavell's historic visit to Magick River on 6 January 2012

Joi: If we were ever in the same room, I will be equipped with stacks of paper and a box of sharpies. I'd love to oodlie on a large sheet of paper, pass it to you to continue my lines and vice versa. We'd listen to music and I'll accuse you of farting even when you don't. For now, I'm not exactly content, but happy with combining our lines to make (non)sense out of non(sense).

Antares: Sounds heavenly to me, unfair accusations of flatulence and all. I'm a bit Joycean (Juicean?) in that whenever I'm really fond of somebody, I tend to think their fart is divinely fragrant. How come your questions for me are so serious, Joi? I was expecting some off-the-wall ones... but, no worries, I enjoyed answering them anyhow.

Joi: I’m a very serious person, I often try not to be. I’m glad you survived 2009, clearly, we need more of you. I find you very soothing, like a lozenge. Though I’d never suck you, I'd hate for you to get smaller. (I love that I haven’t given you an opportunity for a come back here … here’s a customary gesture ‘xoxo’). Thank you for your art, trust, kindness and time … stranger from facebook with the fab name. 


Another oodleee by Antares & Joi  



[First posted 26 September 2011, reposted 29 April 2017]