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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Reading the Executive Orders section


Readings The WhiteHouse Website briefing room presidential actions

Dayton, Ohio
, 1903 take flight? by presidential proclamation,
I am not so mad at the press sec these days
I am trying to stay out of the whole charade but it is in my nature
to dive bomb the information (or lack of information)
I am like a moth frying itself on a candle.
Bait.

As my mom would say quoting someone else...'Distraction from distraction with distraction'
stars in cartoon form around my head 'CRASH - BOOM' in a bubble over it.
As Jim Self would say. "The solution is formed as soon as the question is formed." So I need to learn to ask the right questions...
To them everything is code. (they waste their time)

Hey You! sleeping Mystic

the movie the Wall is above replacing a video that is now 'private'. I can't remember if it was a song from the who or from the wall?
IN THE FLESH?
So you thought you might like to,
Go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes,
You'll just have to blow your way through this disguise.
from PINK FLOYD The WALL



I keep going back to watching the Wall. To me it is balancing to the male energies imbalance I am studying with Jim Self via the Webinar
archives on the Website - Mastering Alchemy Amazing help that he and his companions are. Thank you Jim and co. There is a mystic wave coming in - so cool so refreshing so lovely. I am looking for the stepping stones in the water during a storm. The puzzle before me. I never liked puzzles with missing pieces -.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

BYE BYE INTERNET TUESDAY. THANKS NEW DEMOCRATS


Since Clinton is still in charge of the Implementation of "the plan"
we are seeing another "Telecommunications Act" only this time in the gueis of a "Internet Neutrality " FCC act. another capitulation so I officially withdraw from the Third Dimensional
Drama and use the New wave, telepathy INTERNET. .

a GLINT IN THE PRISM
VS. PRISON industrial planet VISIONS OF THE GREAT DIVIDE.
I'll choose the glint.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Space Jam clip




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O93ZjQ10gI8&NR=1

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Line of the Week

My favorite line of the week_Jon Stewart asking his guest, "What are you Mowgli? as he turns and looks behind him. I wanna say that every time someone starts to lie. I'm still laughing at that response.

If THEY kill Julian Assange...I hear a giant drum

If Wikileaks creator Julian Assange accidentally dies in custody, if he is tortured, or if he conveniently commits suicide,there will be full frontal assault on all systems. things are not very secure. Designed for failure. Default. You don't have to be Psychic to know that. What say you?

Victory Shall Be Mine - sayeth the Lord

Sunday Morning
Dark before the dawn rainy
dark at three thirty in the afternoon
It's hard not to just curl up and read a book
a cork in my energy has to be removed. So much gunk surrounding it
Like being stabbed in the heart
memories of the fall surrounds and overwhelms
us all
We spent years trying to recover only to be hacked to pieces with the remnants of our true selves located light years away.
I just wandered on to some aryan nation sites. Woo doggy, the walking wounded- almost zombies= talking about bombing our cities in their songs. Trying to look at them without fear and then anger. Its hard. It is also hard to not want to take a wand or a rifle and blast them away. Somehow, I think thats what took us down the first few times, floods,earth changes Atlantis you know. They've genetically programmed us not to forgive. Cut off from the heart. the heart is encompassed by crevices so deep a mote of overwhelming sadness hemorages we feel we are pulled off a cliff. Grief for what we have done. Forgiveness. the balm
is destruction for the ego, which in its job to protect, it smothers the cries of the infant in its beauty.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

write a litte letter



December 13, 2010
written to Randi Rhodes while listening to her show

I voted and I am one of those who are bitching and moaning because Obama keeps ignoring the base saying we have no choice but to go along. He didn't even come to the health-care table with single payer on it. He said Holder would challenge the weed law in California if it passed. He had Holder challenge the judge on don't ask don't tell. It feels like like a game of pretend that says "we want this". but we really want to not have our corporate masters
punish us.. I'm just saying- Randi- we need change and the leadership hs failed us many many times times even before Obama from Bush/ Gore - Dashel- I know-to letting Alito and Roberts get in and lie under oath. Now, we have Republicans owning the House. I utterly and fully blame the Democrats for this. whiney whimpy cNew Democrats- Corporate Democrats. Member of the Family Democrats. Thats who I blame. I don't blame the uninspired busy people who can barely raise their family in shelter for not voting.

Let's get rid of Reid. Get a progressive in. Change the filibuster rule. Then I might be happy and I might forgive Obama his duck and cover tactics an his fear of standing. Randi. He needs to invite us back . I voted for my Senators and even my congress member, though he made me furious a few times. That said, Obama was lucky he didn't lose the Senate, because his base is his engine and he keeps given it the wrong kind of gas (like making the Republicans the spectacle that they are). They could have stayed in session until the New Years. The Republicans are lazy and would have cried uncle on the unemployed so they could get home to their parties and yachts. Obama better stop undermining his base because we ain't feeling it.
I want our country to thrive. Obama made mistake after mistake by ignoring his base like by not changing the Senate rule in the first place. It makes him look like he's playing pretend with handlers that have weapons sticking in his back. I actually really truly believe he could be one of our best Presidents, but am astounded at his lack of showmanship.
I got to get Zen and breathe and know that it is all "struts and frets" as we mangle our lines.
Love to you, Nancy Brickman Friday Harbor

Peace and Happy Holidays Randi!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Note to Steph show

That should be the battle cry:'RESTORE THE FILIBUSTER' to that which it should be...stand on the floor and talk and pee in a bucket and keep standing until its over and
'GET RID OF HARRY REID' as Senate Majority Leader ' Harry has failed the nation. I will no longer be a democrat if we continue to cave. I'll be in a cave somewhere, watching the collapse of a myth.,I, again, applaud Jim Ward.
Sincerely , Nancy Brickman Friday Harbor wa

ps I have backed off the cliff but still am on the mountain.

New Leadership and Senate Rules

Dear Patty Murray,
I believe that Obama is making a grave mistake by conceding to the Republicans without a fight, so the Congress and Senate now have to defy him. I understand that the economy needs the stimulus of money in the hands of the middle class and poor. but it seems that the leadership has allowed the filabuster to be used in a way that it never was intended. It was intended that the one who filibusters stand in the chambers for the whole extent of the filibuster. Because of weakness of the leadership we have gridlock. ?Get a nw leader next session. Harry Reid is worse than Tom Dashell, who I celebrated when he lost his seat. He has wilted on the most important issues. Reid needs to go. The rules need to be revamped. Filabuster should only be used in extreme cases and they need to stand when they do. I am about to change back to being and independent and stand back and watch things crumble. Thanks Patty. I am a liberal who thinks we need a new new deal and not a prison industrial state with popper prisons and no 'entitlements' Privatized every thing and dirty dirty air. That's where we are heading because of the leadership not because of the Republicans.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

No Obama capitulation.

I feel betrayed by Obama. He could have held strong making the Republicans show their cruel cards. I will not be voting for him next election. I will vote for a third party candidate. As a part of his base, I don't like being kicked in the teeth again I was a part of his engine and I feel sad to turn my back on him now.. The Republicans still want to take him down and they will because Obama's engine doesn't run on lies, like the Republican engine does. He takes to much off the table to fast- thats why the dems lost the House. I am a bleeding heart liberal who thinks that things must change. My hope is lost for Obama. You make to many excuses for him and I think it is job related. These unfunded tax cuts will take this country down. The Hypocrisy is of the right astounding and to have Obama concede without a good fight destroys his credibility. Its looking like we all will be calling the rich "master" or be in slave prison camps. Not what I want for my kids or myself. This world has to have a new dream and maybe letting it crumble will teach us whats right and whats wrong. Obama is weak and the right will always call him 'boy'.




I am thinking Bloomberg at least we know he was a Republican. I may have to stop listening to the radio and TV again to regain my ability to think my own thoughts and not have my emotions constantly agitated. Obama is not the change that I can believe in. We need fierce defence Obama gives bj's in exchange for a kiss.
Sincerely Nancy Brickman Friday harbor WA

Note - I wrote that to Randi Rhodes today while standing on top of a cliff with the wind twirling around me. I don't mean it about Bloomberg if I really look at him. I can't say the ticket I'd love to see. To early. Obama Obama Obama, I still love you. I can't help it. but boy do you
rile me up and piss me off. I hope you can look at the Wall. There is writing on it....

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Ann Coultoe Perfected?

Absurdity that Christ didn't talk of Laws. He said that Love is the Law. . That Ann Coulter is a Christian is Psycho babble She is in the fire pit with a match in her hand and a gas can by her feet. She's gonna burn. Fry. Awful stench. . Fed EX baby!

Friday, December 3, 2010

slate poem word 'Scintillant'+

Adj. 1. scintillant - having brief brilliant points or flashes of light; "bugle beads all aglitter"; "glinting eyes"; "glinting water"; "his glittering eyes were cold and malevolent"; "shop window full of glittering Christmas trees"; "glittery costume jewelry"; "scintillant mica"; "the scintillating stars"; "a dress with sparkly sequins"; "`glistering' is an archaic term"
aglitter, coruscant, fulgid, glinting, glistering, glittering, glittery, sparkly, scintillating
bright - emitting or reflecting light readily or in large amounts; "the sun was bright and hot"; "a bright sunlit room"

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

MB -Raw


-“OK” she said to him. He was mad because she had been telling people about him. She said, “It's fiction, nobody believes it unless they already know. And if they know, then they are allies. So whats the big deal?” He muttered trying to figure out what she just said.
Astrid looked at him. Trying to formulate the right question so she could proceed, “Do you remember “Highlander' , the TV show? 'There can be only One.'? “ He looked up. “Yeah” he rm

“Only 'there can be only one' means 'all of us - together” she said, with a question at the end, searching his eyes for understanding. A glimmer. Small. But a glimmer.

She sees the blue orbs Helpers are on the edge of the veil. . He is allowing some communication but his waking mind, ruled still by the ego, captures Agitates the fear, like dirty bubbles it froths into anger at the grief beneath the surface of his waking world. How can he straddle the change and still be in the game? His mind can't figure it out on the level he is trying to find the solution in. She feels like she is playing quidich. In a Harry Potter novel. She aims again while avoiding energetic attacks. “ You gotta dream it up first. Then ask. Release. “ “I don't know how to explain it and you are pissing me off . I can't do this today “ she yells as if she wants to spank God for trying to get her to formulate her knowing into words. She would rather just float with it without words.
She's wanting a whip, snap. Getmup moveem out. Rawhide.
3DShe gets out of her chair where she had been Meditating or what ever . She figures most would say its a day dream OK she thought daydream meditation. What the Hell? Him again. “Why was I so mad at him?”

Then he went missing. She made an effort not to conjure him and it was like a vacation.
Then the world seemed like it was breaking apart for her . Car, dishwasher and oven. She wonders why at certain times things came in intense waves Then she looks at the moonlight on the water. A storm was brewing. The seagulls were in the field.

Feeling the collective shiver she wrapped a blanket tight around her shoulders.. Sleep. Slumber Cold Water. She looked out to the moonlight on the waves. Like a broken path the moonlight beckoned. A siren in the rocks. Away away. She took a breath . She had to go to work at the Ruby Shore Grocery. She couldn't think bigger today. She had to deal with people. She was feeling-flinchy and really sensitive. .

Once she got to the store. She was kind of glad to see everyone who worked there. Ahh, they bought her a birthday card. She had forgotten that it was her own birthday. Geeze.

Work brought her back to Earth. She felt like she had to appear normal. Not gasp when she felt a bolt of energy wham her in the gut. Not turn around every time she felt someones gaze. She couldn't talk about feeling like she was always underwater with currents and jetties flowing past and through her. She couldn't talk about her assignment in the other realms. Work was good structure. She had to learn to manage the public force, Pretend like she and everyone else was normal. "Thems the rules" she thought.

She was practicing looking at people without trying to fix them. You know, someone with a limp and she felt bad for them.

"I am not in the flow for this at all I want to write with wings and not be tethered" Astrid wrote in her journal when she got home from the Grocery. .She was angry at every one. No she didn't want to go out to eat. She wanted to be alone. Always wanted to be alone. Kind of odd, she thought. but she liked her connections to be superficial, except with a few people that she trusted her life to she was suspicious that someone would hurt her deeply. So she ran instead of standing like a flower with a smile. She would scowl at a man she was attracted to and then get animated with men she just knew. She kind of wondered if she would ever get over that? Someone would have to see her gig in order to love her. That she knew. And so far she hadn't felt safe, kindred But she liked the freedom of aloneness and wondered if she could absorb another into her life. She'd done it before and has battle scars and bruises still. Aimed at her heart, Yes it had been broken and No it did not mend. Remnants of ripped flesh is how she still feels. She doesn't understand how she could pray and pray and pray with know remark or sign or angels. Only desolation. So she moved West. As West as she could. She loved it in Seaside. She had a cat, Whiskers. He came with the cabin. The women had died leaving the cabin and the cat, to be sold fast to give her only son the cash. Astrid felt she had lucked out with it and was glad to have a cat, finally.She figured out her desolation brought fer there and that was good - even great. She loved watching the waves the pelicans and gulls surfing on the wind above the waves. She felt a force there. It made her feel sane for the first time in her life.

"i think.... " DR. STRANGELOVE