At Christmas, love the giver more than the gift.
The First of December is the beginning of my personal Christmas Season ~ others may begin their own Christmas earlier, or if they follow older traditions will not begin to celebrate Yule until December 21st. The end of Yuletide is January 1st, and here in England the traditional end of Christmas is 12th Night, which falls on January 5th.
Anyone with the spirit of Christmas / Yule in their heart will have their own seasonal traditions, one of mine is that my Christmas playlist comes into force today ~ my computerised music system really only plays festive songs between now and 12th night.
This is one of my favourite festive tunes ~ it reminds me that not everyone looks forward to Christmas.
Please listen with joy and compassion in your heart.
snow in the high desert,
‘the trail to Santa Fe means eradicating the Kiowa and the Comanche’
shot from the car on the Road to Santa Fe
Went to Santa Fe in New Mexico ~ change scene to Classic Western movie starring Errol Flynn, Olivia de Havilland, and Ronald Reagan as General George Armstrong Custer. And nope, it wasn’t anything like that at all.
For a start it was snowing, and that made it more like a Clint Eastwood nihilistic spaghetti western. Then we had lunch in the coolest New Mexico menu restaurant, which was full of sexy chi-chi women. And after that I took in the Georgia O’Keeffe art museum, which was all about weird multi-million dollar paintings.
O’Keeffe’s work is ostensibly of flowers, but trust me, most of her paintings spoke to me of abstract images of female genitalia. Weird.
The girl riding shotgun and I wandered around a few art galleries too. Either Santa Fe NM is a seriously wealthy town, or seriously wealthy people go there to buy art.
All in all I like Santa Fe, even if it is more Clint Eastwood and Georgia O’Keeffe than Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland. An almost accidental little road trip, with an accidentally great result.
Just another confirmation that I’m suddenly living the good life.
Some say that great art is not meant to be understood. And that what you see in a painting is merely a reflection of your own subconscious mind. All I know is that flowers really are sexual organs.
a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Perhaps we meet alien beings every day without realising it.
If you met visitors from outer space what would you want to know? What would you ask them? These are the 10 questions I thought of ~ probably you can think of your own, better questions.
- Why are you here?
- How long have you been visiting the Earth?
- What is your assessment of human kind?
- What’s the deal with all this abduction / experimenting / probing / sex thing?
- Are humans native to the planet Earth, and if not, where did we come from?
- What is a workable solution to the overpopulation of the Earth?
- Where’s the truth in ESP, Spooky Events, Time Travel, Ghosts, Precognition, Astrology, and all the other weird stuff?
- Where is the mistake in Einstein’s Special Theory of Relativity?
- What is the ultimate truth of Life, The Universe, and Everything ?
- Is Donald Trump / Hillary Clinton one of yours?
If Star Trek is to be believed then the aliens won’t tell us about Faster Than Light travel, but they may tell us about who really built the pyramids. Or you might ask; ‘Is there a God, and what’s His email address?’
Some say that aliens from other stars are all around us. And that you can’t easily tell an alien being from an ordinary human. All I know is that the truth is out there.
the kind of alien I would like to meet
At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month…..
the guns fell silent.
blast, fuse, impact
shell, stink, smoke, spin
force, guncotton explodes
nitric acid and cellulose
primer, spark, trigger, target
sight, refraction, glass, light
trench, revetment, mud
bronze, steel, iron, wood
England and Germany
the Great War
The moon looks down upon us all with her kindly lovelight
Artemis, Cerridwen, Diana, Isis, Luna, Seline,
the brightest full moon should be enough
She keeps me safe in her celestial love
soft and white as some heavenly dove
yet unimaginably distant so far above
ordinary man with pain undreamed of
be comforted because you are loved
the brightest moonrise
in the curves of her form a hero found his wanton goddess
a lover’s eternal choices
of feminine enchantments
exploiting sexual differences
intellectual harmony balances
emotions desired disharmonies
wants needs desires dreams lusts
pleasures’ ecstasies turned into dust
Remember the 5th of November, Treason and Gunpowder Plot
Today England, London, remembers the 1605 Catholic Plot by Guy Fawkes and his cronies to blow up the Houses of Parliament while King James the First, the Lord’s, and Members of Parliament were all in there. The plot failed and Guy Fawkes was sentenced to death by being hung, drawn, and quartered. Luckily for Fawkes he either fell, or was pushed, from the scaffold before his sentence could be carried out.
England still celebrates Guy Fawkes death to this very day. The English are obsessive when it comes to remembering things.
I Remember….. I am blessed / cursed with a near ‘eidetic memory’ – I hardly ever forget anything, except names which I seem to forget on purpose This says a lot about my psyche and the Borderline Personality Disorder that goes along with it.
On the upside, this makes me very effective, efficient, organised….. The penalties are that I remember every hurt, betrayal, and negative emotion as though these bad things were happening right now. I become angry, jealous, paranoid, and almost suicidal over things that happened days, weeks, years ago. This leads me into doing really stupidly bad things just to assuage the hurt.
Nobody can be happy living the way I was living. It’s hard enough just to go on existing if you are living the way I was.
I tried to teach myself to forget. That did not work.
Instead I taught myself how to accept and understand. Accept that shit happens, and understand that past trauma cannot actually hurt me in the here and now.
How did I teach myself to let go of the past? Through a lot of hard work, patience, and self-love. I took care of my health and fitness in body, mind, and spirit. And finally I learned to be open, honest, and forgiving of myself and others.
I will write more of my journey from the hellish rock-bottom I managed to reach, to the sunlit meadow by the sea that I live in today.
Some say that we should never forgive and never forget. And that revenge is a dish best served cold. All I know is that nobody likes an obnoxious, misanthropic, angry jerk.
Mr. Hyde is a dangerous place to be
Sometimes it seems as though the very Devil is in the sky.
The sun sets red, and blood will be spilled this night.
Be very afraid
There are more things in Heaven and Earth
Than are dreamt of in your philosophies
At heart I am a skeptic who refuses to believe without direct personal experience, or hard evidence that what I have been told is indeed true. More than that, I am a practical, engineering, Newtonian Physics kind of Englishman who does not take charlatans, fools, and knaves kindly. I give no credence whatsoever to alien encounters, flat earthers, or people who believe that the Pyramids were built by men from other star systems.
So what am I doing trusting in such things as divination, precognition, and spooky connections? Why do I have and use a pack of tarot cards, am in constant close contact with my personal astrologer, would walk ten-thousand miles to avoid a ouija board, and believe that kissing a witch in the moonlight is more than just a kiss?
If it comes right down to it, why do I believe that there are such beings as witches?
Well, recently Victoria, my personal astrologer and tarot reader, wrote to me;
You are now venturing on another important evolutionary step on your life path to discover what you are truly capable of, and realizing that you have an immense inner power! Part of your life path is discovering what this power is, unearthing this power from the depths of your heart and soul, and knowing how you can use it in the various areas of your daily existence. ~ Victoria
Not so long ago I would have utterly rejected those words.
Now, I’m pretty certain that Victoria has a gift, and that she knows what she’s talking about.
I’m better at denial than most, and my mind is more closed than even most Englishmen of my generation, but looking back on my life I can see some hard evidence that I have abilities most others do not.
For example; it’s not just that I can tell when people are lying to me, or know when they have falsehoods in their soul….. my ability to read people is far deeper than that, and I used it unashamedly when I worked in banking and finance. And, that’s as much as I’m going to say about my ‘…..immense inner power…..’
What I will tell you is that everyone who reads this blog is a unique individual who deserves to receive much more recognition and respect for who they innately are, and for the good they do in this world.
Some say that they do not feel as much in charge of their own destiny as they could and should be. And, that there are people and situations preventing them from accomplishing all that they deserve and desire. All I know is that everyone reading this is stronger than others believe.
the ultimate and impalpable strength
of the Divine Feminine
Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman ~ As Time Goes By
In Casablanca, Rick never said; ‘Play it again Sam’, but he should have
Women can drive a man to remember, and to think
all that may make a guy so take just one more drink
and booze does no good, but his love is treacherous
he can do better, and he will always have memories
I never truly told a friend how much I loved her, and I should have.
jack collier email@example.com