"We are at once the same - and Worlds apart "
As an Artist, that artform being written. I am at times at the mercy of the audience at large. The audience believes that the material is actually produced for them. In fact they are right. If they understand that the true audience is really an audience of One. If that is understood that the audience is actually the Creator and the Artist at play. Then those that peek in at a glance must throw away thier ego and emerse themselves into the One's of it all. The World of Wayne and his choice of colors. His atmosphere.
Mercury's retrograde period is waning in this Month of Earthly Balance. So I will take time to try to compress Forty years of my thinking into hopefully something coherent for those not in the dance of the Soloist.
First I must mention that which I draw inspiration, " The Secret Language of Birthdays ". It's a big book you can get it at Barnes & Nobles for about $40. Eeek, $40 some of you bawk. Well that just goes to show you that you are not an Astologist. I am so I gladly bought the book.
The title is the day of my birthday, May 14th. The mediation for the day reads, "study the Past,live the Present,prepare for the Future". As a precient I have to be continously mindful of these things. I tend to be slightly out of phase with the times and not always in step with the cultural mind space. Thus my having to Divine the portent of my content for those less inclined to do so. That's ok at this age believe me it's Not the first time that I've had to Explain myself. It's tiring but not unique. In fact it's rather rote.
Today the 26th of September is the Day of Patient Practice. How ironic. But even moreso is the meditation, "Our revered teachers can bite, too". When I first read the meditation it was lost on me. Yet as I write this blog it becomes fully clear. Basicallly it says,"Wayne don't bite thier heads off if They don't understand you. All things take time." So in taking heed from the God Thoth that guide my thumbs across the screen of this iPod that I'm typing on. I will be patient with my audience at large. I won't tuck my head in the shell.
I was watching "The Soloist", starring Jamie Foxx and Ironman. Question: When did white boys start to look sexy? Downey the grey was attractive, papa. Anywho... The moral of that story was there's an unspoken gift within the dignity of loyalty in friendship. True Friendship is Eternal. Amen... because a moment can last a lifetime, amen.
I am a Slave to Ritual. As a Taurus I love routine. It speaks of order. A routine is a pace. And a pace like a space or a blog has a rythm. It can not be disrupted. Yet it often is and one must now where he's tuned into to get that rythm back. That rythm is your own time and space. There's nothing better than your stuff.
So when I blog , you are now sharing that moment. What were you doing at 1:02 in the morning of the 27th of
September 2009, The Day of The Ambiguous Hero. I was writing. Dreaming,scheming,plotting and working towards my Castle in the Sky. Trible : The aryan boy took the elevator to the roof of his building. And walked out to the forest of Native America when Mahattan was Young, The Year 2169. The Generation of the Pheonix. ( something I'm working on).
Oh by the way if you haven't been aquaited with this man, GianCarlo Zema http://www.giancarlozema.com/. Then I suggest that you do become aquainted with him. He and I will be Chums.
My freestyle my throw you, A Navajo blanket traditionally contains an imperfection. But just like a Madea you'll grow to love it, as much as I do. Afterall babe I've got Moxie. That's a particular type of flavor. A bit esoteric.
Now I'm at an impasse... Should I say more ? ... Or have I addressed the overall tone...?
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