Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
Here Thar Be Dragons

Now why does that not surprise me one iota?

[Calz]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)

Posted by PurpleLama (here)
Here Thar Be Dragons

Now why does that not surprise me one iota?

Remember he took the Purple Pill ...

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Calz_Avaretard (here)
Remember he took the Purple Pill ...

*grinning* Perhaps we could have a bowlful of them at all the entrances?

[CurtisW]

Hi Songsy,

This was the first thing I learned how to read when I was a very little kid. In a strange way I am reminded of it now as I read your post...


"The Little Red Hen"

Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who lived on a farm . She was friends with a lazy dog , a sleepy cat , and a noisy yellow duck .

One day the little red hen found some seeds on the ground. The little red hen had an idea. She would plant the seeds .

The little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me plant the seeds ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog .
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat .
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck .

"Then I will," said the little red hen . So the little red hen planted the seeds all by herself.

When the seeds had grown, the little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me cut the wheat ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog .
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat .
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck .

"Then I will," said the little red hen . So the little red hen cut the wheat all by herself.

When all the wheat was cut, the little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog .
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat .
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck .

"Then I will," said the little red hen . So the little red hen brought the wheat to the mill all by herself, ground the wheat into flour , and carried the heavy sack of flour back to the farm .

The tired little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me bake the bread ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog .
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat .
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck .

"Then I will," said the little red hen . So the little red hen baked the bread all by herself.

When the bread was finished, the tired little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me eat the bread ?"

"I will," barked the lazy dog .
"I will," purred the sleepy cat .
"I will," quacked the noisy yellow duck .

"No!" said the little red hen . "I will." And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by CurtisW (here)
"The Little Red Hen"


Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who lived on a farm . She was friends with a lazy dog , a sleepy cat , and a noisy yellow duck ...

And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

*looks over at you, Shining*



who knows what wondrous and lovely creatures will emerge from the mist...

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by CurtisW (here)

"The Little Red Hen"

... And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

*trails her fingers in the waters, watching the light morph and twist on the surface*

Is it inevitable, Curtis, do you think, this solitary dining, given the nature of sui generis itself? I wonder about that, considering the elements of the territory I'm currently exploring, and yet the chasm doesn't seem to be set in stone; perhaps it's one of those things that is limited to the imagination of the Being more than anything else.

I am a vast and creative visioner, I know this about my Self; I'll hold the space for something more interesting than eating my yummy feast alone all the time- and I do agree with you about the nature of some would be feasters, but then that's not sui generis anyway...

[onawah]

No offense intended, Songs, and I did get your point.
I wrote what I did before because you had indicated you detected virus in the channeled information, and so I concluded that you did not consider that information source to be useful to you, so I concluded it would be best not to post such info on your thread.
That's all I meant, and no such accusations as you've read into my response were intended.
Perhaps what I should have done in the first place was just ask your opinion of that information, rather than assume that you might find it to be of interest.
Though I thank you for your kind offer for sui generis communication, which I also value, it's not where I'm focused right now, other than with a few particular friends of long acquaintance that I can meet with in the flesh or talk with on the phone.
I find that it's too easy to be misunderstood in forum conversations, and for my tastes, takes too long to untangle the misunderstandings.
I'm actually trying to wean myself off of my computer these days, since I am very sensitive to EMFs and need to heal myself from years of too many hours online.
My goal is just to skim a few of the threads for useful info for an hour or so each day and post very little unless it seems like I might have something to share that would really be useful or of interest to someone else.
I'm focusing more on doing art work, spending time in Nature and local community activism, etc.
But I do still appreciate the unique character of your thread.
I am just as happy to see it evolving here on PA as I was when you first started it.
Please carry on...

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)

Posted by onawah (here)
Fair enough, Song.
It was not my intention to foist off another's beliefs on you.
I won't post anything like that again on this thread.

Uh, let's try that again- please go back, reread what I wrote, pay particular attention to the following:

It is in no way at all intended as a slight against your generously and sincerely offered information and I do find it difficult to present my perspective without sounding like an arsehat to most;

This isn't meant to be a thing about not posting such infor; I'm not trying to say that at all, and I hope that the Pub gets the whole sui generis thing enough by now to get that I'm not into doing anything of the sort,

I passionately love to uphold your sui generis

If you get 'don't post that stuff here' from my response, then you've got something else going on that has nothing to do with what I've actually written. I was really clear about the reasons *why* I wrote what I did, I thanked you for the post, and I didn't write 'this is rubbish, don't post it here'. I invited you to share with me your personal experiences.

I'm not angry or anything, just surprised that you'd bother responding like that. I don't do that sort of stuff, playing out the games of the main forum. I'd like to offer a resource that I've personally found really interesting- http://www.radicalhonesty.com/ and if you think I'm some kind of dictator for this thread then you're missing the point of the approach of sui generis.

*looks over at you with curiousity*

Now, do you want to have honest dialogue and communication, or do you want to do something else? Because I will tell you most sincerely, and with zero game playing or aggression, that I have no interest in supporting those kind of contortions. There's no room for contortions in sui generis, it's one of the main reasons that the virus cannot exist within its realms.

[REILLY]

Onawah, I seemed to me that posting the info was ok, just not something she would be responding to, per se. I understand well where songs is coming from, so much is in me before I ever see it out there. For me, it's Fae and dragons, too, so personally I enjoyed the posts in question.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by onawah (here)
No offense intended, Songs, and I did get your point.
I wrote what I did before because you had indicated you detected virus in the channeled information, and so I concluded that you did not consider that information source to be useful to you, so I concluded it would be best not to post such info on your thread.

hehe, the only time we're going to get absolutely virus free anything is well *after* the shift. I did say that I could see virus in it, and then I went on to qualify what I meant by that. Just so the entire Pub is clear, I don't think *my own* communications are entirely free of virus, which is one of the reasons I look to my Clan to help mirror things I can't see; I know the nature of the virus itself is to bury the deep mechanisms below layers of goo, and it's the deep mechanisms I'm after. I want a virus free world: to me there's a vast difference between the challenges arising from evolution and the jangle of virus. In my mind, evolution doesn't have to jangle, depending on how it's done, whereas virus is always going to jangle until it's cleared. This observation was not intended towards you in any way, it's a natural progression of thought for *me* when I'm writing about such things, not personal. If it's personal my language changes so that this is clear.

That's all I meant, and no such accusations as you've read into my response were intended.

Um, accusations is such a loaded word energetically, at least for me- observations is more accurate in consideration of my intention, which was to reflect what I'd actually said.

Do you know why bothering with these clarifications is of interest to me? Because in the environment of my physical world, in all 47 years I've been traversing this oftentimes nightmare landscape, I can use one hand to count the number of individuals that I have truly connected with. The internet is currently the only sphere that I have in which to far seek like minds and the language barrier and contortions this creates definitely causes me to seek solutions; what is the language that holds sui generis in its true signal yet doesn't cause the splat factor? Is that even possible, given the inbuilt splat factor that has been programmed into the paradigm?

I keep looking for those that want to play in that realm, you see, that's the whole purpose and intention in practically everything that I write; I'm pointing to the platform that I'm operating from and wanting to make stronger, asking 'this thing here, do you want to play here?'. I'm trying to find others who want to hold that particular signal in their *own* unique way, I'm not trying to tell others how to be. Again, this is not specifically directed at you or suggesting anything at all about you, this is demonstrating my own mind and workings because that's what I've got to play with.

Perhaps what I should have done in the first place was just ask your opinion of that information, rather than assume that you might find it to be of interest.

Or you could have posted it and not had any problem with my own response because it's mine and you feel differently and that's perfectly fine. That's also an option: you express what you want to express, I express my stuff, there's no implication of loadedness, we peer like curious kids at each other's art, respond- or not- and then go back to our own stuff with new pieces added to our own experience.

Though I thank you for your kind offer for sui generis communication, which I also value, it's not where I'm focused right now, other than with a few particular friends of long acquaintance that I can meet with in the flesh or talk with on the phone.
I find that it's too easy to be misunderstood in forum conversations, and for my tastes, takes too long to untangle the misunderstandings.
I'm actually trying to wean myself off of my computer these days, since I am very sensitive to EMFs and need to heal myself from years of too many hours online.
My goal is just to skim a few of the threads for useful info for an hour or so each day and post very little unless it seems like I might have something to share that would really be useful or of interest to someone else.
I'm focusing more on doing art work, spending time in Nature and local community activism, etc.
But I do still appreciate the unique character of your thread.
I am just as happy to see it evolving here on PA as I was when you first started it.
Please carry on...

*bows respectfully*

I shall indeed continue my exploration. I hope yours are wonderful and joyous.

[Borden]

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBH97ma9YiI

[Borden]

[Borden]

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS8m44KjGGU

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Borden (here)

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS8m44KjGGU

this is utterly beautiful, thank you.

[songsfortheotherkind]

[songsfortheotherkind]

I am working on expressing that vision in my life...

[Borden]

Here's a definition ...

'Pareidolia: the tendency to interpret a vague stimulus as something known to the observer, such as interpreting marks on Mars as canals, seeing shapes in clouds, or hearing hidden messages in reversed music.'

... that really makes me laugh.

Ahem.

When Giovanni Schiaparelli made his observations about the surface of Mars in the late eighteen hundreds, he used the word 'canali to describe what he saw', but he didn't mean they were literal canals. I'm pretty sure he didn't think there were barges moving lazily along them and locks to be negotiated.

Many musicians (and even some pop stars!) have notoriously placed sentences on tracks in reverse. It's called backmasking. Many, many more have done so accidentally. David John Oates has spent decades discovering this, and his theory suggests that the subconscious mind is leaking all over the place in our speech, and does not conform to the 'forwards' state as rigorously as the conscious. It's a bit like the way the brain translates the upside down image it actually receives from the eye into what we're all familiar with.

As for faces in clouds ... well, if it weren't for the way the mind sees faces in clouds there would be no music, no art, no creativity. If it weren't for the history of imagination I would not be in a house right now, drinking coffee that comes from Costa Rica, and using a computer to write this post - much less have anything to say.

I have always, always been angry with this world. I mean the people on it of course, not the planet. Oh look ... I used the word 'world' in a metaphoric sense. Just a bit of very common creativity. Not even my own.

But of course that is the essence of what 'spiritual' actually means. You can observe a collection of thousands of trees ... or you can observe a forest. I could have said 'roughly seven billion bipedal, carbon-based lifeforms intent on missing the bloody point' ... but I said 'the world'. From a purely physical perspective, your body is the spirit of trillions of cells.

I didn't understand why I was angry with the world when I was younger. All I knew then was that it was a loud, ugly place full of people who were dull and unpleasant, and who by and large regarded me as some sort of anomaly. I felt alienated in a place where people did not seem to have anything bigger in their heart than what everyone else told them was possible. I felt and feel disgust at a world full of people who regard themselves as somehow different from animals ... and yet whose behaviour and entire lives seem only to be a self-deluding sophistication of that nature. I've mentioned my feelings on that elsewhere in this thread.

The irony is that each of these seven billion beings could tell you about books, songs, films, romances, tragedies, hopes and fears that move them. That mean something to them. The baby ones will grin at colours and sounds that they like, and the old ones will tell you stories of the past. Those stories of the past are not merely sequences of events ... they have emotional content and context. They are the SPIRIT of those sequences of events. Reductionist concepts like the idea that pareidolia is purely an evolutionary quirk are the enemy of your heart, mind and soul. That kind of thinking is the enemy of life and creation.

It's my experience that faces in clouds differ from life changing creativity only in application. In the same way that intuition and paranoia are similar. A poor workman blames his tools. It's just a matter of recognition of what we can do ... and of casting off the filters that the planet of the apes seeks to impose upon what we can do. The planet of the apes refuses to acknowledge or define the mechanisms by which our true power operates, and furthermore it seeks to belittle, ridicule and demonise them.

I'd love to hear your ideas on this subject. In the meantime, here's a quick word from my sui generis.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-6L_hT3QtQ

[songsfortheotherkind]

Today I did the 140k round trip to visit my two older sons and drop my daughter home: my eldest son is in Brisbane and that's a longer trip, one I know I am going to have to make soon because he's struggling and I can feel it. Today, though, it was the youngest two sons and home for my almost 14 year old daughter.

It's a tiring drive, but it was worth it; I got to hang out with them and watch my 21 year old practice for his fire twirling event, which has been changed to tomorrow night instead of Thursday, which means three trips to Lismore this week. Bleurgh. Noah's birthday is on Friday, so she's coming out with the girl that she's hoping to make her girlfriend, and the older boys are coming out to wreak havoc and go magic mushroom hunting, although the season may be over for that.

On the way home, when I was at the petrol station filling up for the return trip, I was approached by a young girl with a hat like an exploded flower and a voice that lilted sweetly- was I going to Byron, by any chance? She had been making her way along the cars ahead of me and I told her sure, I can drop you at the turnoff to Byron, which is about 8 ks from Byron itself. She was delighted- did I have room for two? she had a girl friend- and so I stuffed all their gear into my tiny borrowed shoe sized auto and off we went.

As events unfolded, it turned out they weren't sure where they were going to stay in Byron, nothing had been arranged. Hrm. Not good, considering the hour of the night. But, said Miss Germany brightly, she had an aunt in Newrybar who might let them stay. Texts were sent back and forth and aunt was delighted with the prospect of company from beloved niece from Germany, and her northern Italian friend. So now I was faced with dropping them off and having them make their difficult way to the back hills of Byron, or drive them there my Self.

Which is what I did. The Beltane moon is waning now, but still huge, and hung over the water like a gigantic and slightly misshapen silver dollar, turning the entire coast to liquid silver. It was about an hour out of my way all up, and resulted in a very cranky tiny Empress in the back seat for the last part of my trip home after I dropped them off, but I was driving in moonlight that soaked into my skin and made my heart sing, and I was driving the high coast road so I was sailing above the sea into the clear night sky, scattered with the brightest stars because they were the only ones that could compete with the moonlight. I simply couldn't let two young travellers be stranded; if any of my girls are ever travelling in their future years, I would like to hope that the kindness of strangers would watch over my daughters as I have watched over the many daughters and sons of others. It is a gorgeous interconnection, this great sense of being able to link the global family together one individual act at a time.

I am home now, tired and delighted with the warm blanket around my shoulders, the hot water bottle on my lap, my hot tea and the thought of a piece of toast, if I can be bothered making it. Life can be so sweetly simple, if we're prepared to let that be the baseline for the way we live globally.

I am dreamy and smiling.

[songsfortheotherkind]

once upon a time, in a world that is still here...

my world, my world.

I'm not turning away from it anymore.

[songsfortheotherkind]

In 2004, something that became known as the Beslan massacre occurred in a regional area in Russia. There is much to suggest that, like 9/11 in the US, the crisis was a black op designed to consolidate power in the Kremlin and it achieved this goal, but that is not the point of this writing; what I'm interested in is the situation that exists in Beslan- and in the Ingush and Chechen peoples that were the other side of the story.

Like all wars, in this one children died. Schools on both sides were deliberately targeted and in this case, out of the 777 children taken hostage over half died, with others never being found to be identified and checked off. Eight years later there is a huge, gaping wound in Beslan; time has moved on, flowers grown over the graves, new schools built, but in the hearts and minds and psyches of the inhabitants, the wound is raw and unhealing. The children that survived have PTSD, the perfect fodder for future assassins to be built from; the adults ghost through their days, their eyes turning away from the ghosts that run through the streets, the memories of the morning of that final day, hands waving goodbye and 'see you later!' ringing in the air. The adults cannot move on, and the children left behind carry their own woundings. Beslan, like all the other towns touched by such horror, is a dark Brigadoon, forever caught in the memory of a day eight years when all the school age children were the targets.

It's a story that echoes up and down the micro/macrocosm; in the individual there are a thousand tiny Brigadoons, places where memory recycles and tells the story of wounding, of hurt, of things to be guarded against and to be defended, no matter what; on the macro scale it's Rwanda, and it's the twin towers, and it's Vietnam, and it's Bosnia and the Kurdish chemical weapon attacks and it's a million other stories of suffering.

I used to have this picture on my computer because I didn't want this to have happened with no lessons learned. This is from the Kurdish chemical weapons attack in 1988. Has the world become a better place since then?



That would be no.

I struggled for a long, long time after these images were released, just as I had when the Bhopal images flooded the world in '84. My own daughter was only 18 months old when Bhopal happened and I felt the suffering on such an acute scale that I was practically useless. I felt my Self falling into a hole where there was no answer to the horror that was being inflicted on the world at large, where individuals thought it was permissable to do such things to one another. I was unable to function for quite awhile after the Kurdish images were released, as had been the case with Bhopal. I am actually having to be incredibly careful as I write this post, because I can feel the pull of that old space coming to me- Magneto's absolutes which, while I understand them, I find no solution in and no point in taking up- so I'm writing this walking on the knife edge of my own inclination to horror and story. There is no power there, just defenses against the memories of wounds, and stories of revenge and iron wall defenses against pain.

I had reason in my own life to explore those themes of trauma and healing. I've written about that in other places; what is sufficient to know is that I knew trauma personally and I spent years investigating the treatment of and healing from such deep level trauma. I became an EFT/Matrix reimprinting practitioner based on the modality's effectiveness with previously untreatable Vietnam and other war veterans. EFT is rapidly becoming the number one choice of treatment for severe PTSD and other similar crippling trauma reactions. I knew from my own experience that it doesn't take a war to create these kinds of wounds.

So I was a kid that would cry at the black and white images of starvation and war on the tv, would ask my grandparents to send my food to Ethiopia because the kids there needed it and I wasn't really hungry anyway, who thought that if I took stuff on my Self then that was better than it being on someone smaller and more defenseless. When I was living on the streets in Melbourne I'd give my dole money away because I figured there were others worse off than me and I didn't really eat anyway; later on I'd drive my partners nuts by bringing homeless people home for a shower and a feed. I grew up looking for answers because clearly, the adult world was deeply insane and only taught children to find new and better ways to be insane. I went looking for my own healing for the sake of my own children; if it had just been me, I would not have survived my twenties, so great was the internal distress.

So I kept looking at the patterns, piecing together all the elements of trauma studies and healing- which, until EFT, was frankly pretty thin on the ground and didn't really work; I was a careful little spider on her big web, paying attention to the merest vibration on the strings, scuttling back and forth to investigate any possibility. (I like spiders and their dew laden webs, I don't use spider in the sinister sense here). I spent over 15 years in that mode. There wasn't a lot of good signal out there to hone in on back then. There still isn't, really, unless one knows where to look.

I began to create a new pattern in the fabric of my awareness. I pulled in themes and colors from all over, drawing a thread of memory from here, a different thread from the ideas of another; I watched the loom as patterns rose and fell beneath the shuttles of my mind, and gradually I began to trace my fingers over prominent patterns that kept rising and repeating, rising and repeating, until the fabric shifted into the new theme, colors and images leaping out beneath shuttles suddenly skimming in a blur across the shed; when I am unclear on something, the shuttles move much more slowly, but as awareness and consciousness increase so does the speed.

What I saw was a story of micro/macro; it was the clear realisation that healing of entire families, communities, countries and the paradigm itself, could only begin in the individual. There was no lasting answer that could come outside of this model- everything else was repeat patterns of domination, control, force instead of true power and no sui generis, no evolution. What I have learned with this patterning the landscape of my inner worlds is that healing of any kind always begins and ends with me; my sui generis does not work applied to another, because that is domination and control, which never comes from a healthy space. Never.

You want to know what motivates me, at the very core of me? It's images like the one above, a mother desperately trying to save her child and unable to; it's the hatred burning in the hearts of the men who came along afterwards and buried their dead, vowing to revenge the fallen and keep the flames and homes burning; it's in the images of the Bhopal chemical disaster,



in the image of a final tender and blessing gesture over a tiny face, and the subsequent refusal by the company concerned to take any responsibility whatsoever and a great many other things that I generally keep to my Self; I'm looking for what is actually going to work in creating a paradigm that does NOT support this sort of thing. EVER. Not even for a second.

And that lies in the hearts and Being of the individual, not some knee jerk mob action. It is impossible to legislate intelligence, awareness, consciousness, evolution: every attempt to do so is the fertile ground for just another rebellion against outside domination, against heteronomy, against subjection. Domination, even under the guise of benevolence, will ALWAYS result at some point in rebellion. Rebellion has casualties. I'm utterly, completely, and absolutely SICK OF THE CASUALTIES. I'm utterly, completely and absolutely SICK AND TIRED of the willing addiction to sh!tty, stupid behaviours that have provided absolutely no remedy whatsoever to the continued suffering of the many and the stranglehold of ancient systems of domination that still find the energy to keep going all these millenia later.

I have two things that I can hold that make sense to me in terms of truly undoing the virus: the deep sui generis and do no harm. This is what I have got, it's the only thing that makes any sense to me whatsoever. I'm willing to go anywhere inside my Self to clear out ANY pattern in me that carries the virulent, foetid signal of the virus; I will not be a carrier of it and I know that I have taken my Self to the edge of my ability to handle the fear and storm in an effort to clear it out of me. I don't care if no-one else believes that. I don't care what interpretations are put on my even saying that- my sui generis, the pre-eminent Trust arrangement between my Self and that which created me, what these things mean is that at the end of each day there's me, there are my Creators, and there's my integrity, which no-one else has a clue about. I need to embrace this for my Self, this acceptance that it's highly likely few will ever be able to get me on the level that I want to be seen- and that getting caught up in being seen may be the ultimate thing that gets me off my path.

That's the next exploration- what those triggers around being 'seen' have been doing, and where I'm going with it.

[Calz]