30 Bananas a Day!

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And they say what's in a name.  April is the coolest spring month but it is the number 4 of the months of the calendar for a new mood.  I did it 4 LOVE.  You be the witness.  I only HOPE you understand my plea someday.   4 A Naked gun is a handy metaphor for vej-in out for self-discovery.  The Good Book is for Eviternity.  We got to be hard core in hard times, but even so, come enjoy eternity.

The sum of its parts is just a broken lullaby and convoluted dream.  This is my rendition of YOURSELF (YOUTH Only One Ubiquitous Reality of entropy'S Evolution Lore of yore nous Fruititionist). Oh, embrace the possibility of peace and be alive. I only wanted to live and be with US (UbiquitouSentropy), but now I know what it means to have a friend who just stays the same.  So it isn't hard to see even the Fruititionist resists change.  It's a weaning process.  They said you were acting like a baby and they weren't kidding.  The child must one day give up childish things once and for all.  When it all comes around again I HOPE (Health Opportunity for People Everywhere) this time it will be different.  If I can suggest the Mothership is just the Matriarch's infinite way of being another relationship of the many relationships with the earth.  This brings forth the time of a yardbird who has found his song again because of the dream inside the dream keeps you distracted from truly hearing the fat and juicy part of the story.  Truth is it hurts to tell YOURSELF to grow up.  So when the dead zone arrives it is a bit harder to handle.  

Society only likes the dead artist-John Lennon

The dead heart is living inside.  White man came took everything.  Man lives in a hat and it's the house that Jack built.  That's us when the heavy metal came to form Death metal tone.  Even so, this needs that or we continue to act like four year olds for eternity.  

"We live in hard times," as Jon Stewart the political satirist is quoted to say at the end of his 'end the insanity rally', but we never do get to really ever see the end of that, so this is definitely "not the end of times" yet.  Too bad, because I HOPE the religious scandals of violent resolutions silencing the one voice of reasonable outcomes will be solved. So when that end day which I allude to comes, I'm ready as I'm going to be to speak my mind. Violence never solved problems, but winds up bringing you closer to the truth ironically.  Violence will get you everywhere you didn't want to go.  The lies of it all will one day come to their ultimate fruition.

And if we don't look at it with a level head then what Gandhi was trying to accomplish was all for not. Gandhi used the term "truth force" or "setyagraha" in Hindi. 
Satyagraha (language" class="mw-redirect"">Sanskritसत्याग्रह satyāgraha), loosely translated as "Soul Force,"[1]
"truth force," or "holding on to truth," is a philosophy and practice
of nonviolent resistance developed and
conceived by Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (also
known as "Mahatma" Gandhi). Gandhi deployed satyagraha in the Indian independence movement
and also during his earlier struggles in South
. Satyagraha theory influenced Mandela"">Nelson Mandela's struggle in South Africa under apartheidMartin Luther King, Jr.'s campaigns
during the civil rights movement in the United
, and many other social justice and similar movements.[2][3]

Someone who practices satyagraha is a satyagrahi and should know what he or she is talking about.  
It is a direct method of positive passive resistance. 
Denial, guilt, and anger are inevitable feelings we can all learn from.  Peaceful protest creates a very fine line to do it right within karma's reality and without the good things we are accustomed to.  Am I part of the cure or in part and parcel the disease?  I can take a wrong turn and wind up seeing the error of my ways, but only after I search out MY feelings on the subject in question. There are no cure alls to the ailment, only solutions to problems. There is a way to sanity. I care about everything and I know it's an Electra complex, but I have to try to show you a nous written relationship. I must live now and die trying for tomorrow to come.  But we all have heard tomorrow never comes.  Redefine happiness and call tomorrow the disease.  There's just so much to know about evert's door hinge and an orangy sky.  I say, "Au contraire mon frere," (french), which means, on the contrary my brother.  You don't know me but I'm yore brother.  So I'll talk about what I know. You know to get through the asteroid belt, you'll have to do a little multiplicity of trajectories hurtling toward you.

Tomorrow's Science Today cover

General Non Fiction, by Rodney Bartlett

'If a complete unified theory was found, it would only be a matter of time before it was digested and simplified - and taught in schools, at least in outline. We should then all be able to have some understanding of the laws that govern the universe and are responsible for our existence.' ('A Brief History of Time' by Stephen Hawking, Introduction by Carl Sagan) So let's see what can be written when we we throw away everyday tradition and conformity, let our imaginations fly (while trying to stay grounded in science and technology), and all gain "... some understanding of the laws that govern the universe and are responsible for our existence. (This is not science but tries to avoid mathematics and measurements, focusing on the broad outlines of natural...


ToMorrow's Science ToDay

It's alright, I LOVE MY dream and in time I'll be able to explain clearly if you follow the logistical nightmare.   We are now on that journey to know how the Code of conduct comes into being. I am devoted to place an order in for a true land strong and free. I was here with patience working out the antediluvian plot before I came to this and those anti words are not. 
Here's a game for scientists to play: Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral?

Dorothy we are not in Kansas anymore. Zardoz has an interesting take on intellectuallism. Penchant you recall all childhood thoughts of pure innocence and just want to learn now, per se. When you're on the tenth ride of Helter Skelter, do you say, "Lets do it again!"  I know I do, so I'm on for the eleventh time.  And yes, I'm on all literature of misleading musical lyrics. This fine detail which gets me with that dirty code Cain. I have blisters on my toes enjoying my evening RUN.  But they're poisoning me with this strict nine water and I can't remember anything important to say.  I fought the law and the law won.  Of all the things that I have thought a lie, the nickel was the toughest devil to find, then I forgot.  i.e. Consistency is not a prerequisite with a truth seeker. Sure as I'm a victim of desires, there's always a pepper shaker beside the salt on the table, and it's extra spicy to me. In baseball there are no pepper games. Baseball has been Berry bonds good times to me. The Giants winning the World Series in 2010 was a good year and it was an easy prediction to make, if hindsight is 20/20. 56 years earlier they won their last one as the Brooklyn Giants francise.  Interesting but everybody else has their own story to live.  And to get across yore point of view I always have to put both arms up and surrender.  Foo Fighters say never surrender though, so I'll use the flow of chi one of these days.  Didn't quite get over the hump until I got over myself.  It's a mountain to climb and a river to cross, and what it means to be in denial of yore history. Cat's in the bag and the bag's in the river.  Extremists hate and usually make up a religion that perpetuates violence surely as I'm a victim of desire.  Didn't you know that?  Because when you reveal yore story to me, you act out and actually want to beat me senseless.  Go ahead if you think I'm to blame for your woes.  But I think it is best to fight your demons from within or fight fire with fire.  Find direct peace with Lucifer.  I guess you never really get over the idea of being a bit too satanic. You don't want to believe you got the disease. Getting over it is an interesting dilemma for tomorrow.

I can prophecy till I'm blue in the face, but until then I'll just be the one Behind Blue Eyes. 
"Those who have suffered can understand suffering and extend a helping hand"--Patty Smith.
Can we hold hands then?
"An inability to do this means there is no humanity."

Cycles of trauma must be amended in order for the karma to be good.

Remasters [CD 2]

Led Zeppelin All my Love Lyrics:
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
[Chorus:] All of my love, all of my love,
All of my love to you. [repeat] 

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For ME, the cloth once more to spin


YOURS is the cloth, MINE is the hand that sews time
HIS is the force that lies within
OURS is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

Lyrics: All my LoveLed Zeppelin [end]

I LOVE U, I LOVE Her.  Just be a Herbivore was a passing thought which brings me to, "What was before Her?" Now score the winning goal with HIM.  

I predict the Vancouver Canucks will hoist the Stanley Cup over their heads this spring in victory.  Peace came to me and I made a little wager.  I'd bet the farm, but since it's not mine I can't.

Now-topian Only Works NOW as a solartopian's VIEWPOINT LIES WITHin inDigo light, because doing it in an ultra-violet night we change something today trying to move closer to the heart. I couldn't be going any slower for you to understand the ROCK 'N' Roll lore.  Old wives tales persist in the vocabulary of the intellctually stunted.  I know what I like, and that's Chantilly Lace when I'm space truckin' coming out of the slipstream.  For I was always had a shot to illustrate and probably couldn't convincea Knoxian to say this WORLD is so "aHHHHHHH!"  I come from a school of hard knocks.

3. Knoxian 1 thumb down

Uncompromising. Stubborn to the point of obstinacy. Hardcore. Source, the infamous Neal Knox, later ousted from National Rifle Association board.
"Opposing that is just Knoxian. You may be right in principle, but you're guaranteed to lose in the real world."

"For the times they are a changing," but Dylan played in China and couldn't play that song.


Artist(Band):Big Wreck

So I always get nostalgic with that song
But in my room it's forced
It has to be in some car across the street

And I always catch the back of your head in a crowd
Just don't turn around
It's never you and you'll ruin those memories

And those photos are great if I catch em with the side of my eye
But if I stare
It just turns into you and me
We're just standin there

And now it's over
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

And when you go there
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So I always fool my friends and we head down there
They think that we're en route
We just drove past your old house and you weren't there
And I'm抦 always great when I'm抦 hangin with your buds and they lie
They think that I'm抦 just fine
It's always been that way
Just a "Pocketbook Brando"

And when you hold him
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

You love my whisper
But did you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So you crank that song
And it might sound dumb
So just leave the room
While I sit'n stare
Cause this is rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I really love that song
I love that song

So when you go there
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

And when you hate it
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So you crank that song
And it might sound dumb
So just leave the room
While I sit'n stare
Cause yeah that's rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I love that song
I love that song


What will change for me when I hand it to Vee-guns (vegans).  I've got a good idea to make these forecasts.  But I'm trying the Vague-in approach right NOW so you might come to know, where they get off from their alienation to me.  With power comes responsibility, and the power of the gun is a seductive lure.  So much for vej-in out and being the way toward enlightenment. They ain't loving ME.

 They only found something else in an identity crisis.  Like all super egos though, they actually begin to believe every thought that crosses their mind.  I don't know if that's the way to achieve victory.  Yo, what's up.  I take it to the limit one more time to fill out my three group choices here on 30bad.  I'm no saint but at least I like to think in that vein of consciousness.

St. Veronica-Billy Talent

They found an empty bottle on the window sill
The day her mother lost her sleeping pills
She was sick and tired of being invisible
Hard to see in color when you're miserable

Veronica, Saint Veronica
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough, to hold on to us
We're still right here by your side

No one ever thought that she was capable
And the damage done is irreversible
Now she clings to life inside a hospital
Like she's trapped inside a frozen waterfall

Always said her life was never meant to be
Stuck here living someone else's dream
Well beyond your window there is so much more
Even every prison has an open door

Veronica, Saint Veronica
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough, to hold on to us
It's just not your time to die

And while the angels sleep all of the devils are awake
Waiting to steal your love right outside of heaven's gate
And all the sacred hearts get numb of feeling from the pain
Cause when the drugs don't work you're gonna curse his holy name

Dear God, Yeah
God, Yeah
Dear God, Yeah
God, Yeah

Veronica, Saint Veronica
You can't leave this world behind
veronica, Saint veronica
We're still right here by your side

So be strong enough to hold on to us
You can't leave this world behind
Oh veronica, Saint Veronica
It's just not your time to die


But it takes a lot of soul searching to come to a realization what we are really here for, and the right words to communicate the message.  And I only have one talent.  I bury it and wait.  I'm feeling like this, so how can I go on anymore when it is a good day to die.  Instead why not take up that star-crossed lover's feeling of Romeo and Juliet, carry that weight a little ways and settle on a final location for the new paradise to come. They didn't realize there's a lot of things to reject with extreme behaviour of prejudices against true LOVE. We must go back to proceed forward in a diplomatic process to win.  How am I supposed to care for my love if she's dead?  I don't care for silly political correctness when I see the death of Her is killing me.  But we can bring IT home with one hand gone as the people and the One Man Army NOW.  I'm in the head enlightened creating a body of evidence to follow. While we are here we have to eat.  Even the best minimalists can't overcome this fact.  Do you know what you are heading toward?  

R-E-S-P-E-C-T -Aretha Franklin

(oo) What you want 
(oo) Baby, I got 
(oo) What you need 
(oo) Do you know I got it? 
(oo) All I'm askin' 
(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit) 
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home 
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit) 

I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone 
Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo) 
All I'm askin' (oo) 
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit) 
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit) 
Yeah (just a little bit) 

I'm about to give you all of my money 
And all I'm askin' in return, honey 
Is to give me my prophets
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a) 
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a) 
When you get home (just a little bit) 
Yeah (just a little bit) 

------ instrumental break ------ 

Ooo, your kisses (oo) 
Sweeter than honey (oo) 
And guess what? (oo) 
So is my money (oo) 
All I want you to do (oo) for me 
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re) 
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re) 
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit) 
When you get home, now (just a little bit) 

Find out what it means to me 
Take care, TCB 

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, 
sock it to me, sock it to me) 
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, 
sock it to me, sock it to me) 
Whoa, babe (just a little bit) 
A little respect (just a little bit) 
I get tired (just a little bit) 
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit) 
You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit) 
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit) 
(re, re, re, re) 'spect 
When you come home (re, re, re ,re) 
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit) 
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit) 
I got to have (just a little bit) 
A little respect (just a little bit)

Starvation mode on this planet is heading our way, FOR THE WORDS OF THE PROFITS WERE WRITTEN ON THE STUDIO WALL, where the only care is to have more expendible money as the rich get richer.  And you know That crazy notion just crossed my mind and slowly destroys this fragile ecosystem with abusive commercialism. If you reject that crazy notion of money, then you have nothing, but so much more than the nothing you see on this page (yeah, I'm still stealing from others).


The Politics Of Starving-Against Me!

It's time for some real world politics
Economics, history, math and English. 
Born and raised and bred walking a thin line,
Between lost and succeeding and don't ever care about.
The rules aren't changing it if you really tell it like it is
Threats always been there, terror always happens.

For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said. 
All we have are these pictures of us. 
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did,
And without this, we might as well be dead.

They're all black and white people,
And that doesn't have anything to do with us. 
After all these years its still an arms race,
After all these years they still don't f**king get it. 
Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest. 
It's the FBI. Its' the CIA. It's the ATF. It's the IMF, NBC,CBS. 
F**k you. 

For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said. 
All we have are these pictures of us. 
If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did.
And without this, we might as well be dead. 

When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything. 
Well, they're selling you the politics of starving. 
And what the f**k does that really mean to us?

Somehow I stand firm on what I have come to know.  It's much like keeping an even keel.

keely's spaceship


not equating death with starving

so. i'm scattered and that is that. i am honestly getting what i need from a million different places right now. maybe two million. and i should downsize, i know i know. i should get rid of some of this. but...

i simply cannot imagine letting any of this go. i'm convinced that i need each and every scattered little bit in my life. and, of course, there are the practical people telling me that i'm ridiculous. i need to figure things out. i need to downsize.

and what if i don't? what then? maybe my psychologist (malloryyyyy) is right. maybe i'm supposed to be scattered at this point. so there, all you practical people.

except then i will CLEARLY go crazy. mouahahahahaha....

aaaand now i sound like a certain Algerian individual with the creepy laugh

oookay keels....time for bed

We all have the answer inside us just waiting to be realized.  Put yore house in order.  In fact you'll have everything in returning to the roots of the fruits.  But then by that time you see where it's at, at least you have placed yourself in the middle of a fruit orchard during a harvest moon.  When that ends, (you have planned for that eventuality, haven't you?) move on, on, on to the next one.  Oh, but that would be considered trespassing and stealing though. Not in my book.  Too bad, so sad for the landlords.  This seems to be the kerfuffle we find ourselves in.  So I don't travel anymore.  I've established my home base as Juniour's Farm, and when the changes take hold of you, well only the shadow really knows.  I'm a nomad by nature.  But next time you are going somewhere give me a heads up, and I might like to join you in a well-planned adventure.  Today with my ears fixed on the music I choose my ROCK AH Rolling stations.

I can "ROCK" out or listen to "YOUR" problems, but I cannot do both.  -On Auto pilot, the big bus driver 

Everything is automatic.  First they tell you that the fruit is sun dried right on the tree in a natural dehydration process, then you are supposed to buy into that concept to rehydrate.  You can walk to far out on that ledge and have a whole lot of people follow, but does that make it right.  And you might lose yore mind in the process.  They call it fresh throughout the process.  Not naturally sweetened sun dried on the tree.  Don't be fooled, because when John the Baptist came out of the wilderness eating locust beans and honey dates he must have been coming from a desert environment.  

Sunday Bloody Sunday lyrics
Songwriters: Hewson, Paul; Evans, Dave; Clayton, Adam; Mullen, Larry Jr;


I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end streets
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune when fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun to claim the victory Jesus won on

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

A sweet sensation to the taste buds keeps its integrity. When it's easier to listen to what the cheap date is returning to you, look again to what John said.  I can appreciate yore fear and how you would reach for the dense calorie rewards, a type of bang for the buck in dates, than actually doing the proper thing which is don't eat dehydrated fruit.  I practice what I preach, but I came about it in a different way.  I've found evidence to back up what I've found, so then incidentally what Dr. Graham preaches about dehydrated foods in his book (aka the 811 Diet) is sound advice which I'll back up with my experience.  However he has created the environment of whipping up a frenzied hurry up and read his book, then go to his retreats and do a fast and pay exorbitant amounts of money to be in the presence of his devine nature.  Strange days indeed to make a quick buck.  Well I'm truly sorry, because I haven't read his book completely through but the pieces I have read are still coming to get Her.  

Fall To Pieces lyrics-Velvet Revolver

It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling 
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling

Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces

I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling

All the years I've tried
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/v/velvet-revolver-lyrics/fall-to-pieces... ]
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling

Every time I’m falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I’m falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I’m falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I’m falling down
All alone I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces and Graham's Number is up.  The last ten digits of Graham's number are ...2464195387.  Now you have sub-culture of fat phobia culture brewing here in 811rv land, based on assumptions he postulates about essential fatty acids...I mean he assumes fruit has enough omega 3-6-9 to keep a human being sufficiently supplied with and that is unfounded though.  The Nut writ I on remains the same in that we have amazing powers of observation requires a constant source of the omega fatty acids.  But it's okeh with Dr. Graham to skip a day or two on taking in fat sources, based on the assertion we are just like all the other animals of the garden.  Except for one, the serpent, because we can leave the rest and keep the best, and create a unique diet specifically suited to human beings special requirements.  So it seems all is well with you when you do this.  It all started from the protein myth, and then Jesus does state to the devil man shall not live by bread alone.  Dr. Graham somehow got carried away with the notion that one relationship must follow the other or something like that, so he uses this against that.  If there's one thing in nature you must learn, it's, "don't take anything for granted."
One thing leads to another and the manipulation is set for the rest of your life as long as you don't question why things are not going as you had hoped with the 811 diet.  Conflicts in your consciousness will do that little thing to you.   I think you won't regret getting off the dehydrated/rehydrating routine that is also a DR (DurianRider) staple to his diet and far from the natural life I think we are all trying to achieve.  Now give me HOPE to cope, and push those numbers from 90-5-5 to the other side at 73-7-20 where the 20% of majority of the calories from fat come from Young Coconut and Hemp Heart if you go by the numbers.  I think we'll all be well on the way to ROCK AH Rolla.  And pray we don't get fooled again, because I'm never satisfied 'till I get exactly what I'm looking for.  When I come upon dying I shall die.  But upon laying the facts down I'll hand it to YEAH straight from the horses mouth.  Hay is for horses.  

The Biblical title of Eve, "Mother of All Living," was a translation of Kali Ma's title Jaganmata. She was also known in India as Jiva or Ieva, the Creatress of all manifested forms.(1) In Assyrian scriptures she was entitled Mother-Womb, Creatress of Destiny, who made male and female human beings out of clay, "in pairs she completed them."(2) The first of the bible's two creation myths gives this Assyrian version, significantly changing "she" to "he" (Genesis 1:27).


Side point: One of her Tantric names was Adita Eva: "the Very Beginning."(3) In northern Babylonia, Eve was known as "the divine Lady of Eden," or "Goddess of the Tree of Life."(4) Assyrians called her Nin-Eveh, "Holy Lady Eve," after whom their capital city was named.


The original Eve had no spouse except the serpent, a living phallus she created for her own sexual pleasure.(5) Some ancient peoples regarded the Goddess and her serpent as their first parents.(6) Sacred icons showed the Goddess giving life to a man, while her serpent coiled around the apple tree behind her.(7) Deliberate misinterpretation of such icons produced ideas for revised creation myths like the one in Genesis. Some Jewish traditions of the first century B.C., however, identified Yahweh (Jehovah) with the serpent deity who accompanied the Mother in her garden.(8) Sometimes she was Eve, sometimes her name was given as Nahemah, Naama, or Namrael, who gave birth to Eve and Adam without the help of any male, even the serpent. (9)


Because Jehovah arrogantly pretended to be the sole Creator, Eve was obliged to punish him, according to Gnostic scriptures. Though the Mother of All Living existed before everything, the God forgot she had made him and had given him some of her creative power. "He was even ignorant of his own Mother…. It was because he was foolish and ignorant of his Mother that he said, `I am God; there is none beside me.'" Gnostic texts often who the creator reprimanded and punished for his arrogance by a feminine power greater and older than himself. (10)


Side point: Eve was one of the common Middle-Eastern names of superior feminine power. To the Hittites, she was Hawwah, "Life."(11) To the Persians, she was Hvov, "the Earth."(12) Aramaeans called her Hawah, "Mother of All Living."(13) In Anatolia she was Hebat or Hepat, with a Greek derivative Hebe, "Virgin Mother Earth," with the same relationship to the Great Goddess Hera as Kore-Persephone to Demeter, and Hebe may have been an eponymous ancestress of "Hebrews." A semitic roots of her names was hay, a matrilineal kinship group, once considered the "life" of every tribe by direct descent from the Creatress.(14) The names of Eve, the Serpent, and "Life" are still derived from the same root in Arabic.(15)


The secret of God's "Name of power," the Tetragrammaton, was the three-quarters of it invoked not God, but Eve. YHWH, yod-he-vau-he, from the Hebrew root HWH, meaning both "life" and "woman"—in Latin letters, E-V-E.16 With the addition of an I (yod), it amounted to the Goddess's invocation of her own name as the Word of creation, a common idea in Egypt and other ancient lands. (17)


Gnostic scriptures said Adam was created by the power of Eve's word, not God's. She said, "Adam, live! Rise up upon the earth!" As soon as she spoke the word, her word became reality. Adam rose up and open his eyes. "When he saw her, he said, `You will be called "the mother of the living," because you are the one who gave me life.'"(18)


Adam's name meant he was formed of clay moistened with blood, the female magic of adamah or "bloody clay."(19) He didn't produce the Mother of All Living from his rib; in earlier Mesopotamian stories, he was produced from hers. (See Birth-giving, Male.) His Babylonian predecessor Adapa (or Adamu) was deprived of eternal life not by the Goddess, but by a hostile God.


The biblical idea was a reversal of older myths in which the Goddess brought forth a primal ancestor, then made him her made—the ubiquitous, archetypal divine-incest relationship traceable in every mythology. The reversal was not even original with biblical authors. It was evolved by Aryan patriarchs who called Brahma the primal male ancestor. They claimed their god brought forth the Mother of All Living from his own body, then mated with her, so she gave birth to the rest of the universe.(20) In the Hebraic version, a wombless God made his offspring with his hands, and the actual birth-giving was left to Adam. The bible as revised by patriarchal scribes said nothing about a divine birth-giving, since the scribes were determined to separate the concepts of "deity" and "mother" insofar as possible.


Gnostic scriptures however reverted to the older tradition and said Eve not only created Adam and obtained his admission to heaven; she was the very soul within him, as Shakti was the soul of every Hindu god and yogi. Adam couldn't live without "power from the Mother," so she descended to earth as "the Good Spirit, the Thought of Light called by him `Life' (Hawwa)." She entered into Adam as his guiding spirit of conscience: "It is she who works at the creature, exerts herself on him, sets him in his own perfect temple, enlightens him on the origin of his deficiency, and shows him his (way of) ascent." Through her, Adam was able to rise above the ignorance imposed on him by the male God. (21)


By this Gnostic route came the Midrashic assertion that Adam and Eve were originally androgynous, like Shiva and his Shakti. She dwelt in him, and he in her; they were two souls united in one body, which God later tore apart, depriving them of their bliss of union. Cabalists took up the idea and said the paradise of Eden can be regained only when the two sexes are once more united; even God must be united with his female counterpart, the heavenly Eve called Shekina. (22)


Another Gnostic version of the story made God a true villain, who cursed Adam and Eve and expelled them from paradise out of jealousy of their happiness. He also lusted after the Virgin Eve, raped her, and begot her sons Jahveh and Elohim, whose other names were Cain and Abel. Here was one of several myths that made Eve the mother not only of Adam, but also of Jehovah, and of all the elements as well. The myths went on to say the first of Eve's offspring ruled the male elements of fire and air; the second ruled the female elements earth and water.(23)


Like her prototype Kali Jaganmata, Eve brought forth death as well as life—that is, she brought forth all living forms, all of which were subject to death for the very reason that they were alive. Under patriarchal systems of belief, the fact that every living thing is doomed to die was blamed on the Mother who gave it a finite life.

Instead of blaming God for casting Adam out of the paradise where he might have lived forever, the patriarchs blamed Eve for bringing this about. The Wisdom of Jesus ben Sirach said evil began with Woman (Eve): "because of her we all die."(24) Fathers of the Christian church said Eve conceived by the serpent and brought forth Death. The seeds of all women already existed in Eve, St. John Chrysostom maintained, so that in her sin "the whole female race transgressed." (25)


The Book of Enoch said God created death to punish all humanity for Eve's sin, but many patriarchal thinkers hesitated to blame God even indirectly. The prevalent opinion was that when Eve disobeyed the deity, death somehow just happened.(26) St. Paul blamed only Eve, absolving Adam from guilt for the apple-eating incident: "Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression" (1 Timothy 2:14). A church council announced in 418 A.D. that it was heresy to say death was a natural necessity rather than the result of Eve's disobedience. (27)


This was the real origin of the church fathers' fear and hatred of women, which expanded into a sexist attitude that permeated all of western society: Woman was identified with Death. Her countervailing responsibility for birth was taken away, and the creation of life was laid to the credit of the Father-god, whose priests claimed he could remove the curse of death. As every woman was understood to be an emanation of Eve, Tertullian said to Everywoman:


And do you not know that you are an Eve? The sentence of God on this sex of yours lives in this age; the guilt must of necessarily live too. You are the devil's gateway… the first deserter of the divine law; you are she who persuaded him whom the devil was not valiant enough to attack. You destroyed so easily God's image, man. On account of your desert—that is, death, even the Son of God had to die. (28)


Medieval theologians said Adam was forgivers. Christ descended into hell and rescued Adam along with other biblical patriarchs. He escorted Adam into heaven, saying, "Peace be to thee and to all the just among they sons."(29) But for Eve there was no forgiveness. No peace was offered to her or her daughters. Presumably, they were left behind in hell. Christian theologians espoused the same theory as Persian patriarchs, that heaven was closed to all women except those who were submissive and worshipped their husbands as gods.(30) Even modern theologians naively blame human death on the Edenic sin. Rahner said, "Man's death is the demonstration of the fact that he has fallen away from God… Death is guilt made visible."(31) Theologians have not yet dealt with the question of what "guilt" causes death among non-human creatures.


Actually, churches depend for their very existence on the orthodox myth of Eve. "Take the snake, the fruit-tree, and the woman from the tableau, and we have no fall, no frowning Judge, no Inferno, no everlasting punishment—hence no need of a Savior. Thus the bottom falls out of the whole Christian theology."(32)


Equally destructive to Christian theology would be restoration of books arbitrarily excluded from the canon, such as the Apocalypse of Adam, in which Adam stated that he and Eve were created together but she was his superior. She brought with her "a glory which she had seen in the aeon from which we had come forth. She taught me a word of knowledge…. And we resembled the great eternal angels, for we were higher than the God who had created us."(33)


Some of these once-sacred books made Eve superior to both Adam and the creator. It was she, not God, who gave Adam his soul and brought him to life. It was she, not God, who gave Adam his soul and brought him to life. It was she, not God, who cast down the evil deities from heaven and made them demons. And she, as the eternal female Power, would eventually judge the God she created, find him guilty ofinjustice, and destroy him. (34)


As an allegory, this might reflect a social truth. Fragile constructs of the collective mind, gods are easily destroyed by those who ignore them. Early Gnostic documents show that most women of the ancient world were disposed to ignore the God who was said to have cursed their sex and their descendents forever. Had one of the other versions of the Eve myth prevailed over canonical version, sexual behavior patterns in western civilization almost certainly would have evolved along very different lines. Christianity managed to project man's fear of death onto woman, not to respect her as Kali the Destroyer was respected, but to hate her.


The uncanonical scriptures were no more and no less creditable than the canonical ones. Their picture of Eve as God's stern mother, the defender of mankind against a tyrannical demon-deity, had more adherents in the early Christian centuries than the pictures that is now familiar. One of Christianity's best-kept secrets was that the Mother of All Living was the Creatress who chastised God.




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2. Neumann, G.M., 136. Neumann, Erich. The Great Mother: An Analysis of the Archetype. Princeton N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1963.

3. Waddell, 126. Waddell, L. Austine. Tibetan Buddhism. New York: Dover Publications, 1972.

4. d' Alviella, 153. d' Aviella, Count Goblet. The Migration of Symbols. New York: University Books, 1956.

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6. J.E. Harrison, 129. Harrison, Jane Ellen. Epilegomena to the Study of Greek Religion, and Themis. New York: University Books Inc., 1962.

7. d'Alviella, 166-67 (4); Lindsay, O.A., 54. Lindsay, Jack. The Origins of Astrology. New York: Barnes & Noble, Inc., 1971.

8. Enslin, C.B., 91. Enslin, Morton Scott. Christian Beginnings. New York: Harper & Bros., 1938.

9. Legge 2, 329. Legge, Francis. Forerunners and Rivals of Christianity (2 vols.). New York: University Books Inc., 1968.

10. Pagels, 30, 52, 57-8. Pagels, Elaine. The Gnostic Gospels. New York: Random House, 1979.

11. Hooke, M.E.M., 112. Hooke, S.H. Middle Eastern Mythology. Harmondsworth, England: Penguin Books Ltd., 1963.

12. Campbell, Oc.M., 210. Campbell, Joseph. The Masks of God: Occidental Mythology. New York: Viking Press, 1964.

13. Pagels, 30. (10) Pagels, Elaine. The Gnostic Gospels. New York: Random House, 1979.

14. Tennant, 26. (5) Tennant, F.R. The Sources of the Doctrines of the Fall and Original Sin. New York: Schocken Books, 1968.

15. Shah, 387. Shah, Idris. The Sufis. London: Octagon Press, 1964.

16. Reinach, 188. Reinach, Salomon. Orpheus. New York: Horace Liveright, Inc., 1930; Cavendish, T., 116. Cavendish, Richard. The Tarot. New York: Harper & Row, 1975.

17. Brandon, 126-27. Brandon, S.G.F. Religion in Ancient History. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1969.

18. Pagels, 30. (10) Pagels, Elaine. The Gnostic Gospels. New York: Random House, 1979.

19. Hooke, M.E.M., 110. . Hooke, S.H. Middle Eastern Mythology. Harmondsworth, England: Penguin Books Ltd., 1963.

20. Larousse, 345. Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology. London: Hamlyn Publishing Group Ltd., 1968.

21. Jonas, 82, 204. Jonas, Hans. The Gnostic Religion. Boston: Beacon Press, 1980.

22. Ochs, 121. Ochs, Carol. Behind the Sex of God. Boston: Beacon Press, 1977.

23. Jonas, 82, 204. Jonas, Hans. The Gnostic Religion. Boston: Beacon Press, 1980.

24. Malvern, 30. Malvern, Marjorie. Venus in Sackcloth. Carbondale, Ill.: Southern Illinois University Press, 1975.

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26 Tennant, 207, 244. Nennant, F.R. The Sources of the Doctrines of the Fall and Original Sin. New York: Schocken Books, 1968.

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I'll be the scourge of the nation if I am in bed with satan, since this is not the last sunset for me.  The LORD God is not my real enemy, he's my brother-in-law, having his way with my sister who just happens to let her emotions control her head.  He also wants her biological function to be satisfied.  However to remain loyal to him, she must obey like a dog, that is to say, it bluntly comes down to doing his cooking and cleaning.  I have nothing against my brother-in-law, even though he's says things that are seemingly against me.  But it can't be helped from him.  Now I'm ready to start.

Us and them Lyrics
Artist(Band):Pink Floyd

Us and them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died 
and the General sat, and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died

The hysteria against me are the underpinings of OUR state.  It's a crime to not be in LOVE.  When you are submerged and drowning in a flooded out mine because the pumps just up and quit for no apparent reason who's blaming Murphy's Law?Didn't you hear about Murphy's Law?   You have succumbed to the economy that rules your every move with money desires and ignorance abounds. 

Let me feel around in the dark and take your hand if you're willing to be blinded by the light because that's where the real fun is.  It's tough to get out of the mine on your own because you can't help those thoughts that keep you in the mine of illusions.

Here is a real adversary of mine.  A terrible force who will no doubt demonstrate his powers to those brave enough to enter the Pit of Saron. The scourgelord must die if players hope to make their way.  Scourgelord Tyrannus is a human death knight mounted upon his frostbrood wyrm, Rimefang, encountered in the Pit of Saron, the second wing of the Frozen Halls.

So I have a New Fang.  And here's the new deal with Them Crooked Vultures.  

Now I know it don't come easy, but we have to build a place where we can sit EZ and go through the ABCDs.  Look up ahead.

The Hysteria creates a human race that keeps them from just walking away from nonsense.

In the submerged mine I've come on to by chance, the scourgelord wants to ensnare the hare.  It's like a chinese finger trap.  The harder you try to escape from the clutches of the Scourgelord Tyrannus, a human death knight, the tighter he squeezes his grip around your neck.  He just goes by a program of making the human being nothing less than a money grubbing fool.

The Legend of Nanabozho comes to light.


From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Manabozho in the flood. (Illustration by R.C. Armour, from his book North American Indian Fairy Tales, Folklore and Legends, 1905)

In Anishinaabe mythology, particularly among the OjibwaNanabozho is a spirit, and figures prominently in their storytelling, including the story of the world's creation.Nanabozho is the Ojibwe trickster figure and culture hero (these two archetypes are often combined into a single figure in First Nations mythologies). He plays a similar role as the Saulteaux Wiisagejaak (Cree Wisakedjak). The Algonquin had a similar figure called Ganoozhigaabe (Abenaki Gluskabe).

Pictograph of Nanabozho on Mazinaw Rock, Bon Echo Provincial ParkOntario

Among the eastern Algonquian peoples located north of the Abenaki areas, a similar character to Nanabozho existed, calledTshakapesh in the Innu languageTcikapec in AttikamekTcakabesh in AlgonquinChikapash among the eastern James BayCrees and Chaakaapaas by the Naskapi, changing to various animal forms to various human forms (adult to child) and to various mythical animals such as the Great Porcupine, or Big Skunk. He conquered or diminished these mythical animals to smaller size after killing or changing them with his trickery or shape shifting.

Nanabozho was one of four sons of Wiininwaa ("Nourishment"),[1] a human mother, and E-bangishimog ("In the West"), a spirit father.

Nanabozho most often appears in the shape of a rabbit and is characterized as a trickster. In his rabbit form, he is calledMishaabooz ("Great rabbit" or "Hare") or Chi-waabooz ("Big rabbit"). He was sent to Earth by Gitchi Manitou to teach the Ojibwe. One of his first tasks was to name all the plants and animals. Nanabozho is considered to be the founder of Midewiwin. Like the Egyptian god Thoth, he is thought to be the inventor of fishing and hieroglyphs. This deity is a shape-shifter and acocreator of the world.[2][3]

In more recent myths among the Ojibwe, Nanabozho saves the forests from Paul Bunyan. They fought for forty days and nights, and Nanabozho killed Bunyan with a Red Lake walleye.

The tradition has it that this story can only be written in the dead of the winter at the lake's head where the view is kept by a white shaman.  

Names and Lore



When I walk beside her
I am the better man
when i look to leave her
I always stagger back again

Once I built an ivory tower
so I could worship from above
when I climb down to be set free
she took me in again

There’s a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world

When she comes to greet me
she is mercy at my feet
I see her inner charm
she just throws it back at me

Once I dug an early grave
to find a better land
she just smiled and laughed at me
and took her rules back again


Once I stood to lose her
and I saw what i had done
bowed down and threw away the hours
of her garden and her sun

So I tried to want her
I turned to see her weep
40 days and 40 nights
and its still coming down on me


"Country Song"

Well I can't stand to look at you now
This revelation's out of my hands
Still I can't bear the thought of you now
This complication's leaving me scared

Stay when you think you want me
Pray when you need advice
Hey keep your sickness off me tryin to get through
Blame all your weakness on me
Shame that I'm so contrite
Hey keep your fingers off me, why can't I get through?

You think you have the best of intentions
I cannot shake the taste of blood in my mouth

(Hey) I keep on thinking that it's
(Hey) all done and all over now (whoa)
You keep on thinking you can save me, save me
(Hey) My ship is sinking but it's
(Hey) all good and I can go down (whoa)
You've got me thinking that the party's all over

Well I can't stand to be myself
This liberation's seemingly rare
And I can't stand the taste of your mouth
This sublimation's out of my hands

Stay when you think you want me
Pray when you need advice
Hey keep your sickness off me tryin to get through
Shame you cant take this from me
Bane on the empty mind
Hey keep your fingers off me, why can't I get through?

(Hey) I keep on thinking that it's
(Hey) all done and all over now (whoa)
You keep on thinking you can save me save me
(Hey) My ship is sinking but it's
(Hey) all good and I can go down (whoa)
You've got me thinking that the party's all over

Lay down
Just stay down
Lay down because I am trying to get through

Say what you want but you're not gonna win this time
Take what you want, but just leave me alive [x2]

(Hey) I keep on thinking that it's
(Hey) all done and all over now (whoa)
You keep on thinking you can save me, save me
(Hey) My ship is sinking but it's
(Hey) all good and I can go down (whoa)
You've got me thinking that the party's all over
Still you believe that we can start it all over

Lay down
Just stay down
Lay down because the party's all over

Lay down
Just stay down
Lay down because I am trying to get through

Inevitably we see too much redundancy, but until you see clearly NOW is happening and what is could very well be the only thing that ever occurs in LIFE, then I don't know how else to explain what I can't explain.

I don't know what else can be done when I'm always In The Dark as one of the Squires'.  

The English word squire is a shortened version of the word Esquire, from the Old French escuier (modern French écuyer), itself derived from the Late Latin scutarius ("shield bearer"), in medieval or Old English ascutifer. The Classical Latin equivalent was armiger, "arms bearer". The term has evolved in its uses, referring in the Middle Ages to a trainee knight; after that to the leader of an English village—often a justice of the peace or a Member of Parliament; and, currently, to a justice of the peace or to a similar local dignitary in the United States; to an attendant escorting a woman, or to a gallant.

Where this time and space converges we come to form something of our meeting place for us to look at in wonder.  And where we are is the culmination or just trying to Arc tangents as MR (Matriarch Reality) So and so.

Did we miss something?  Yeah, we missed Her.

The Pretenders
Don't Get Me Wrong Lyrics

Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by

Don't get me wrong
If you say "Hello" and I take a ride
Upon a sea where the mystic moon
Is playing havoc with the tide
Don't get me wrong

Don't get me wrong
If I'm acting so distracted
I'm thinking about the fireworks
That go off when you smile

Don't get me wrong
If I split like light refracted
I'm only off to wander
Across a moonlit mile

Once in awhile
Two people meet
Seemingly for no reason
They just pass on the street
Suddenly thunder, shower everywhere
Who can explain the thunder and rain
But there's something in the air

Don't get me wrong
If I come and go like fashion
I might be great tomorrow
But hopeless yesterday

Don't get me wrong
If I fall in the "mode of passion"
It mgiht be unbelievable
But let's not say "so long"
It might just be fantastic
Don't get me wrong 

 This is the most horrible place to come to a realization of the war to end all wars.   With my boots of Chinese plastic.  But she realizes all along that my lack of understanding is necessary to continue in ignorance.  Always striving to know.  Never quite getting there, yet getting closer.

These blogs are the letters to describe my ache for reaching out to Her new shores to grow more.  But first I have to find you in the mine with a pleasant song.  

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