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Bardo Visions: A Song Is Being Written
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Monday, December 2, 2013. A Song Is Being Written. In the dark, there is no time for hesitation. A nightmare at my back closes in. Not now. A song is being written. There are voices coming from the shack, quick and precise. This room, only reachable by sympathetic vibrations seeping into the sleeping mind, is protected by a radiation field. Unnoticed in the middle of downtown San Francisco, a knife breaks the stillness of the ages. I may take a walk to the other side. What if I continue to hum the tune?
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Bardo Visions: A Night of Illusion
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013. A Night of Illusion. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). San Francisco Bardo Training Center. Mad Dog Magick Blog. The Secrets Are Everywhere. Radio Free Clear Light. Notes From The Wasteland. A Ghost In El Salvador. Chambers in the Labyrinth. A Night of Illusion. View my complete profile.
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Bardo Visions: The Next Step
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Saturday, November 5, 2011. You are the “I am I”, and I am the something that you bump blindly into and then name to make it visible in your magickal kingdom. It’s your fairytale. It’s my fairytale. Our fairytale. Fusion my dear, my dear, occurs when you put yourself back in the box, ha, ha, and we vanish together, in unity enlightenment, death. But isn’t it funny that you keep wriggling away from my embrace? And me, I am the inverse of that space bubble. You know what that is, don’t you? Notes From The ...
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Bardo Visions: February 2011
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Saturday, February 26, 2011. I went to play in the grove of silver olive trees, leaving behind the fields, the enormous house with its red tile roof and chocolate trim and my mother smoking cigarettes on the veranda, the lake where egrets fished with long slim beaks for their breakfast, the mountains that were purple because that was the way my father painted them in his mural in the garage. When I awoke it was dark and the dog was gone. I had never been out in the fields or in the grove at night, an...
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Bardo Visions: Out of the Sleeping Tunnel
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Sunday, December 4, 2011. Out of the Sleeping Tunnel. Bright sunlight streams in though my narrow window, filling the white walled room with the newness only a cold winter morning can bring. The bed seems to hug me in a tight embrace, holding onto my skin like a lover reluctant to let me go. The sheets are soft and warm from a night between its folds and outside these quilted walls the air is bitter and blue. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). San Francisco Bardo Training Center. Mad Dog Magick Blog.
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Bardo Visions: August 2011
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011. Jacques, that character of a man with white notebook and fountain pen, perhaps we could twist tales and seduce him with wise plants of the desert and old pipes exhaling smoke. We could try, many have certainly attempted to describe that ‘something,’ but it can never be fully held, either by Jaques or the others that stand beside him at the top of the pyramid drenched in oil and salt. We are here. The divine dance of orbital light and chance, that something is here. The Secrets...
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Bardo Visions: December 2011
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Sunday, December 4, 2011. Out of the Sleeping Tunnel. Bright sunlight streams in though my narrow window, filling the white walled room with the newness only a cold winter morning can bring. The bed seems to hug me in a tight embrace, holding onto my skin like a lover reluctant to let me go. The sheets are soft and warm from a night between its folds and outside these quilted walls the air is bitter and blue. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). San Francisco Bardo Training Center. Mad Dog Magick Blog. Out of the...
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Bardo Visions: March 2011
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011. A dark forest. Viewed from above, it seems endless. It reaches far beyond the horizon, away into the vast, never-ending blackness of the cloudless, moonless, starless, empty sky. In this forest there are swamps with ancient trees, many of them thousands of feet high, some over a million years old. They twist with the collective weight of their years, bending back on themselves in a slow dance that has progressed slowly in all directions. In this forest creatures hide in the shado...
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Bardo Visions: Aim
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Tuesday, April 2, 2013. Many years and quite exemplary days were spent wandering the hills. Climbing up to survey the land below, I had the innate ability to charm and beguile. In this lifetime I came to a beginning understanding of all being all. I was not too familiar with wasted effort. In church, any great attachment invoked the blood and the body. I had no use and little respect for childish things. At home I did as I wanted, went where I would, seemingly from thin air. As I knew there should be com...
