tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83100423462097582642024-03-12T19:15:05.751-07:00Franklin LaVoieFranklin LaVoie
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Sacred Geography Buffalo-Niagara
13th AgeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15327769596500337163noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310042346209758264.post-75845715496271633492013-05-01T03:51:00.001-07:002013-05-01T04:00:27.082-07:00Link to Talk at BECPL on Deciphering the Enchanted Landscape
https://<a href="http://archive.org/details/WS400428">archive.org/details/WS400428
</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15327769596500337163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310042346209758264.post-63723173897255718202012-12-07T10:09:00.002-08:002012-12-07T10:09:58.465-08:00
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<span class="uficommentbody"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Serpent Mound points to the cusp of Piscis and Aquarius. </span></b></span></div>
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<span class="uficommentbody"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;">This is like the holy grail; it demonstrates our arrival at the moment in
eternity when we are free to choose. The eternally present Now. The sun solar
image represents the vesica, and the womb of sky, and the triangle represent
the crown of sky and the agni-crown biocosmic ladder. The serpent swallows the
initiate and the initiate dissolves to enter the "otherworld" of the
emotional body, accessing serpent kundalini's pineal gland's moleculer jet fuel
for astral travel. Two destinations above and below: Plieades and Hu Nob Ku.
The serpent's gland mirrors the triangle's shape, across the "egg".
It is both inside the serpent's head, and simultaneously outside the serpent's
head. A biocosmic journey through the serpent ladder, inside and outside our
heads. A fractal universe and an internal dimension accessed with the
assistance of the emotional and sensory nervous system, by distracting the
frontal lobes temporarily, allowing the sensory systems current to reverse,
causing the serpent ladder to swallow the initiate, and begin the cosmic
adventure beyond lifetimes, in the biocosmic temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The access bridge is an emotional roller
coaster, but its ultimately a psychological paradigm in which loving kindness,
respect, and gentle speech, and quick to forgive self and others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are the keys to the Kingdom, I left the
light on for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></b></span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15327769596500337163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310042346209758264.post-25552453906035567342012-12-04T11:01:00.002-08:002012-12-04T11:01:47.597-08:00Chariots of the Gods O Black King is Killed
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">His lady <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>carried his
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Black King was killed </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Country ablaze</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Chariots of the Gods </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Entered the fray</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">They shattered the ceiling</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And shook all the hay</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crossed the divide by night and by day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Osiris now dead. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Later </span>Horus done away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">His Chariot down and no one can say</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then Gog and Magog melt or shatter to dust </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So nobody minds now if the war is unjust</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Treasures are looted, blind daggers are thrust</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Our chain is unbroken and drags on the muster</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of mothers and sons who'll pick-up the costs</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of running machines on the blood of our host</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">While a sun burns inside her, old mother looks grim</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What to suppose of her sun within? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The day is at hand and we’re rooting for him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">He’s already landed;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to ferry us back to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The chariots of fire were tending to inspire</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The whole holy host from the lowest to the higher</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Give me a dose, sittin' by the fire and hear what </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">the women are </span>playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15327769596500337163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310042346209758264.post-41312594089454503962012-11-30T11:07:00.001-08:002012-11-30T11:07:32.826-08:00Chuk is the Grandfather of Sports. Lessons from the Ball Court.
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the four
themes in‘Olympic Medicine’, found <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in <u>Cultural
Anxiety</u>, by Lopez Pedraza , is the consciousness of ‘fault’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have not read this book; although I am
familiar with the gist of it<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
consciousness of ‘fault’ <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>makes me think
of “the <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">grandfather of sports</b>” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>CHUK (pronounced like a “chunk”of foam.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This quasi-sport was a spiritual practice in
disguise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It started spontaneously; but,
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was my <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>second and third acid “trips” in late December,
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in1973, with the High School “jocks”
that I <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>laughed with,, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>who were my friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I initiated the Chuk one night in the Fall,
when everyone looked <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>burned out and lethargic,
but I wanted action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was inspired by
some vague notion of a Native American sport, I couldn’t rightly say what it
was called.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thus keeping a piece of foam rubber <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in motion, without contaminating the practice
with obtuse <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>rules, nor appointing <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>losers. I lobbied hard and long to maintain
Chuk in its pure state, without rules. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People constantly tried to modify the Chuk
with rules. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, the leitmotif: “Become
1 with the Chuk ”was the only rule. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no rules, that was the first
precept.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Don’t say you’re sorry, because we aren’t
doing anything”, was the second precept.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Keep it going, don’t interrupt
the flow, was the third precept. Lastly, If ever the chuk, or somebody, appears
to do something nearly impossible, or after a particularly rewarding round of
chuking- applaud, in a gentlemanly fashion. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When you
have swooped down, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>spun around, swung <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>your blind <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>arm and caught the chuk, shooting it off the
wall, where it makes a wide arc, rolls slowly through space, connects with a
foot it, shoots <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>across the room, you
dive across the room smack the Chuk sending it back, immediately its heading
back to the last <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>corner, instantly you
jump like a cat, battling gravity for control of the chuk, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and taking control you pass it it with a
precise smack, slowing it down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Chuk
moves <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>at lightning speed off the
ceiling, off the floor, off of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
key is to concentrate on the chuk. Eventually the “state of Chuk” is entered into.
The state of Chuk hasmany names.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
been <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>called the flow, the zone, runner’s
high; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it is a higher state of awareness;
but more than that, it is a higher state of being, probably closely related to
the primordial condition of human beings, the instinctual animal humanWho was
not a lout, more like a dancer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a transformational state that
occurs when your concentration becomes one with the chuk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Conscious awareness <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>supersedes <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the tyranny of the linguistic mode, and the
anxieties attendant upon discourse.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Allowing
the motor cortex to feed on energy exchanged in the hunt for the Chuk .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The state of Chuk reminds<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>me of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the movie <u>Highlander</u>, when the
immortals undergo a rite of passage, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>called “the quickening”, in which their powers
increase amidst a storm of electro-magnetic sparks , and much wailing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuk accelerates reflex time, and develops
the motor cortex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Very importantly, our attention
is free from the winner-loser anxiety, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>so
awfully common among people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuk was a
collective Win-all-around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The state of
Chuk was the prize. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The evening of
December 31 1973, Chuk was recovered from the breast of eternity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That night myself and two others took 3 and
1/3 hits of mescaline and played Chuk in my basement long into the wee hours of
the morn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We entered an alternative
universe, very close to our own, one in which we were both particle and
wave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We leapt and hurled and twirled ourselves
after the Chuk and occassionaly when it would get stuck on the ceiling light,
or jam itself into the corner of the ceiling, we froze, and spontaneously applauded
politely. A wild man sport of uttermost integrity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We put our hearts into that round after
round.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’d smoke the calabash, and resume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While in the throes of Chuk, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>verbalizations erupted like bird talk, or
short grunts which raised our hilarity to a crescendo. The sense of freedom was
indescribable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The freedom from the
anxiety attendant on winner-loser gamesmanship, gave Chukits well deserved
title: “the grandfather of sports”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Chuk
is <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a transcendental path that we
discovered by chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I “became one”
with the Chuk, I re-organized <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the
hyperspherical dimensions of this universe that I am in, that I am. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our bodies were still three dimensional, but
the single pointed concentration was a one-dimensional paradox; one dimensional
consciousness, absolutely pristine awareness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I can still achieve this single pointed concentration simply by
imagining the Chuk is about to be dropped into play. The mark of Chuk, you know
you are getting close when people start spontaneously laughing, even though,
theoretically we aren’t doing anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dragons in Her Mist. I saw an apparition of the mighty Niagara's Dragon at the foot of the American Falls as I painted this scene. It was a simulacra that appeared in the torrential thundering mist and waterfalls. In the distance a second dragon apparition appeared in a vertical ascent. The sky depicts the City of Light as an ideal image, appearing through an atmospheric lens, the lighthouse links Buffalo's City Hall to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lighthouse_of_Alexandria" target="_blank">Pharos Lighthouse</a> of Alexandria and the goddess Isis. <br />
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