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Whistle down the wind
Live from Memorexia
Golden Mean Copy 3 (Inception 8/23/17)
BUILDING AN AUDIENCE
FIT FOR A QUEEN
Humans are the MISTLETOE
We kiss under
KISS into humanity
FROZEN TETRAHEDRON MOVING THROUGH LANDSCAPES
for healing .Remedy.
Thank you for all the contributors,all Gods and Goddesses to this journey in recording thus far. Still Need a banjo! AND a vehicle and some kind of fuel and some kind of passport to
a place where We truly are welcome.
For Murphy May this bring me back to you with all my heart.
FOr Ruth...My gift to you,my love.You Walk In Beauty.True Blue. Tune Up that guitar. For HW You are Shoshone. Remember. The Peace Tree of Many Leaves. Remember the Peace Confederacy. Honor the Horse Nation. Honor the Bird Tribes. Honor White Buffalo Calf Woman's message. HONOR above OBEY. Love needs no obeying.
LOVE TO ALL and thank you all who followed the Lizarus In Wonderland Show week of the Great American Eclipse 8/22 -8/26 audiosapienrecords2.weebly.com/words/aug…23rd-2017
Golden Mean SOng Written Live 8/23/17 on You Tube. (Memorexia)
I wonder if that song line on cassette tapes is stringing me along across the miles of open desert
A lineman high on pole far in the distance a train bell tolls its lonesome sound
like the wolves
What to take and what to leave behind has been the question
all these come along lately years
What is Fake and what is real has been the question all these years out in the wilderness
(Gonna have to sing my way outta here while I still can with a banjo in my hand with some leftover
songs in the car (g)love box I stole from a snowman)
If we are only as strong as the weakest link
I can't keep carrying it like a ten ton sack of boulders
hurts my shoulder
We're gonna have to start a new chain reaction
we are the missing link to repair this chain of fools
(Sorry this is just the way I think whistling down the wind while I work
I know there's a Golden Mean but this ain't the one I've been looking for)
Parking lots littered with lost angel artists showing their paintings out of trunks of
THE feather you gave me in the parking lot of our favorite cafe sinking like Venice Beach
is laying on a blank white notecard next to me
with the letter I wrote in invisible ink but never sent you
Carried by the last wild passenger pigeon ,they thought they killed em all ,but they are like the Russian thistle tumbleweed
Escape while I still can on a wing and a prayer while I still can sing real loud in the car I stole from my dad
the Sandman….keeper of dreams
(Sorry this is just the way I think,whistling down the wind while I work…I know there's a Golden Mean,but this ain't the one I been looking for…
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Lizarus In Wonderland Show 8/23/17 Following on the song making ,there was a musical reference to this song There's a hole In the bucket dear Liza......now there are words to go along with the Two Magpie nursery rhyme. Creator has a sense of humor folks! Hope you're following along. Who knows what will happen next?
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THIS IS A CEREMONY 8/23/17 JoSHUA TREE CALIFORNIA A SONG WAS MADE
"Messages from the Otherworld passing through me to you
In the CELTIC tradition and most others...
I ramble along enough until something from the Otherworld catches onto the tail end of what I'm saying and begins to fall out of my mouth... That's really my job. " michael meade,poet mythologist bard Irish New Yorker
Imagining the memories trying to be evoked. In the bones whistling down the bone house.
HEAR while listening :There's a hole in the bucket ,dear Liza an old American folk song.
HEAR while listening
34 A GIRL
44 A BOY
74 A SECRET NEVER TO BE TOLD...
TODAY 8/6 Going Live NOON PST...The Lizarus In Wonderland Show (An UNrehearsed Life) supporting through a series of Silent Auctions ,The White Horse Project.Sponsored by Hearth and AudioSapienRecords. Most days starting NOW,LIWS will be live at NOON PST (through August Pacific while we are in California). This week the theme is (as usual! ) :Creativity . There are no problems ,only solutions. Interactive. Using Mythology ,Archetypes,legends to understand and heal our wounds,cultural,generational. Get your sketchbooks out. We might do a drawing today.
Music :Thinking of a Place War On Drugs
Liz Gilbert Prayer
It's the same. I got a claim ticket a mile long.A Hare's breadth long Horse Sense it's the simple truth I'm after. I got a pawn ticket that'd sink a ship a Titanic mistake and a bouquet as we so gaily christened her on her maiden trip.A Titanic mistake if I don't stop feeding it. Like a used car salesman playing the Archetype of a used car salesman ,slicked back hair,and a well rehearsed grin and a family to feed and the deal he can do for me and miles to go before we can stop the weeping. I got a hat check from a coat and hat check girl who doubles selling chewing gum and cigarettes at the Kitty Kat Klub way past midnight and no one to walk her home in some black and white old movie from the 30s ,little match girl,the bouquet she was selling ,trampled on by the mob running to see the suicide jump of another Wall Street banker and no one to walk her home,an unsung face in the crowd still I see her there in the rain just as I see you now behind scary ride home headlights blinding horse sense ,your stories will be told.
Do you remember the story of Rapunzel?
A lonely couple, who want a child, live next to a walled garden belonging to an evil witch named Dame Gothel. The wife, experiencing the cravings associated with the arrival of her long-awaited pregnancy, notices some rapunzel (or, in most translated-to-English versions of the story, rampion), growing in the garden and longs for it, desperate to the point of death. One night, her husband breaks into the garden to get some for her. She makes a salad out of it and greedily eats it. It tastes so good that she longs for more. So her husband goes to get some more for her. As he scales the wall to return home, Dame Gothel catches him and accuses him of theft. He begs for mercy, and she agrees to be lenient, and allows him to take all the rapunzel he wants, on condition that the baby be given to her when it's born. Desperate, he agrees. When his wife has a baby girl, Dame Gothel takes her to raise as her own and names her Rapunzel after the plant her mother craved. She grows up to be the most beautiful child in the world with long golden hair. When she turns twelve, Dame Gothel lockes her up inside a tower in the middle of the woods, with neither stairs nor a door, and only one room and one window. When she visits her, she stands beneath the tower and calls out:
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb thy golden stair.
One day, a prince rides through the forest and hears Rapunzel singing from the tower. Entranced by her ethereal voice, he searches for her and discovers the tower, but is naturally unable to enter it. He returns often, listening to her beautiful singing, and one day sees Dame Gothel visit, and thus learns how to gain access to Rapunzel. When Dame Gothel leaves, he bids Rapunzel let her hair down. When she does so, he climbs up, makes her acquaintance, and eventually asks her to marry him. She agrees.
Together they plan a means of escape, wherein he will come each night (thus avoiding Dame Gothel who visits her by day), and bring Rapunzel a piece of silk, which she will gradually weave into a ladder. Before the plan can come to fruition, however, she foolishly gives him away. In the first edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales, she innocently says that her dress is getting tight around her waist (indicating pregnancy); in the second edition, she asks Dame Gothel (in a moment of forgetfulness) why it is easier for her to draw up the prince than her. In anger, she cuts off Rapunzel's hair and casts her out into the wilderness to fend for herself.
When the prince calls that night, Dame Gothel lets the severed hair down to haul him up. To his horror, he finds himself staring at her instead of Rapunzel, who is nowhere to be found. When she tells him in a jealous rage that he will never see Rapunzel again, he leaps from the tower and lands on some thorns, which blind him.
For months, he wanders through the wastelands of the country and eventually comes to the wilderness where Rapunzel now lives with the twins she has given birth to, a boy and a girl. One day, as she sings, he hears her voice again, and they are reunited. When they fall into each other's arms, her tears immediately restore his sight. He leads her and their twins to his kingdom, where they live happily ever after.
This is a mini set like I often do for Lizarus in W S set off by @Henry Paddy Shearman with Rapunzel comment leading to thinking about rampion,the plant that figures in the Rapunzel Story @Ruth Tindall You asked me to meditate upon a remedy..let us not forget rubrics,red ink or Marsh Harriers or Mad Hatters ...is this a Jungian fast track master class in psychology (mass) or what? I want to effect direct healing online also. This is helping form the Lizarus IN w s & & white horse project or is it an Heidi!!! An ) operation so backwards is , no doesn't work. White Horse Op. I want to be OP HW...any Hoo. I start with a song by my love Mark Sandman Rope on Fire in our reflection upon Rapunzel. With a thought to the great herbalist and now her daughter who studied the Gypsy medicine workers in France ..best recommendations for animals. Rampion is used as a medicinal and do not have any books here ...to speak of. https://youtu.be/GUAQJxKfSfw
Connecting the Dots... or Why Liz Gilbert has a brain tumor #2....Big Pharma Lilly DES =Monsanto=GMO=Damage To Countless Generations & Mother Earth.
As I sit in these fields today in Taos,New Mexico,one of the most beautiful places on this Earth, these fields with native,organic blue corn tassling...Just a few months ago,as these corn seeds were being planted, RoundUp was being sprayed just over the way to clear land of weeds for a condominium development.
Several beekeepers and other organic farmers have fields adjoining this land. RoundUp (glyphosate) has been shown through a growing body of research ,to be linked to the dramatic loss of our bees globally ,among many other losses, including vast damage to our water and soil,almost beyond repair. Almost.
Yes,we are raising funds for medical help I need because I have a recurring brain tumor and other related problems, but I want to take this opportunity, not only to create a collectively owned,Creative Commons multimedia comapany (AudioSapien Records),where you get to co-own all my creative assets. I also want to draw attention to a much bigger picture, THE BIG PICTURE.
I want to speak to you with all my heart, about WHY I have this brain tumor and WHY,from when I was born, I have battled various cancers (cervical,thyroid),brain tumors (rare thyroid producing pituitary),Multiple Scelrosis,loss of a kidney at 5 along with adrenal glands,loss of stress hormones (Cortisol),WHY between ages 2-5 I mostly lived in a hospital,isolated,because of a wrecked immune system.
WHY? NOT,WHY ME? BUT,WHY?
I was born in Lake of the Woods,Ontario Canada,then a pristine place in wilderness. My mother took a drug,DES (stilbesterol,an Estrogen disruptor),that was given to many thousands of pregnant women in the 1950s to early 1960s to prevent miscarriages.
Exposure to this drug caused damage to the developing fetus..In my case the damage was extensive to my developing organs,tissues,nervous system...Everything. Many biopsies have been done in my case,all showing in utero tissue. For many first generation DES Daughters (s we are called), the most common damage has been cervical cancers,the inabilty to have children and much more.
DES was banned in North America in the 1970s and we fought and got it banned from cattle feeds in the 1980s. At this point,2016, DES exposure has clearly,definitively shown through extensive studies and research,to have caused massive damage to the Mothers,the Children,the Children's Children. We have never won a class action lawsuit, but the many lawsuits filed privately have all been settled out of court. I have just recently started mine. About time!
Why? DES is still being given to "third world " (though beginning to think America is the third world country). Imagine the damage THIS is going to cause! My own mother was wracked with guilt her whole life,that she unknowingly took a drug that caused this much damage to her only daughter.
Fast forward to the present moment... Research evidence is mounting globally that clearly shows exposure to GMO FOODS (the Monsanto seed is embedded with RoundUp) and RoundUP in pregnant women,is causing genetic damage in developing fetuses.
This would affect just about every pregnant woman on the planet, as GMOs are everywhere. That is why so many countries are banning them. Not North America. WHY?
The big pharmaceutical companies who develop drugs like DES and Monsanto are one and the same. These corporations are the biggest problem we have in this world today.
WE ARE ONE FAMILY. Whatever political,religious,cultural, side you are on. ONE FAMILY.
OUR MOTHER IS THIS MOTHER EARTH,our only home. What we do to her,we do to our own mothers,our children and to every living thing. ALL CONNECTED.,WHETHER WE LIKE IT OR NOT.
We are killing ourselves and the planet that gives us life.
Each one of us can make a difference and, if enough of us care,we can turn this destruction around.
I would like to live as long as I can,to keep doing the work I love to do,to tell our stories. I love this life. We were all born innocent ,none of us slaves. We can share love,not hate and turn this around before it's too late!
Love Is All We Need.
Musician/Composer, Writer, Community Arts Organizer, Artrepreneur. CO-