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I am doing a writer's workshop for the month of September writing on prompts given by
http://womenscreativecollective.org/blog/

Women's Creative Collective.  (above)

peace and love and light

pug hugz not drugz

Oh god yes it was fan fucking amazing.  In an effort to record the bits of memory that I can string together here is a synopsis of my experience.

Burning Man is indeed a "happening" or a "gathering".  Strawberry and I drove up with Kali (Sage) listening to the Dead and String Cheese Incident believe we may be camping with Kang.  This turned out to be untrue as we camped next to The Church of Respect, a group of Holistic Trippy Canadians.  Ahn spoke much of the true nature of the Burn.  He pointed out that he built the Church of Respect because he loves serving the community, nothing makes him happier than to sit on top of his high rise and ask people to come enjoy the view that he is offering.  And an E x t e n d e d Hug.  He made it clear that experienced Burners need to explain to Virgins the true meaning of Christmas--I mean Burning Man.

Us Co-opers had a vegan camp.  We made the most delicious vegan food out in the middle of the desert even during some of the most major White-out Wind/dust/Hurricane Storms that blew much of our camp down, despite the rebar.

Strawberry and I danced until we could not dance anymore.  She made all her costumes.  Sewed them, she was so fuckin' sexy.

I personally wore booty shorts and went topless around 50% of the time.  For the re-enactment of a healthy Redwood tree being cut down by a Logger, Ladybug and I were completely nude.  It was a wonderful feeling, and I recommitted my life to the Earth and her Protection.  And Her protection over me as well.  Around 300 people participated in an aerial presentation of a human Redwood Tree falling and then rising again to join the Boreal forest. 

Having learned to crochet during the summer to stay sober as well as create items for BM to pass out, my little gifts were nothing compared to what I received.  Various classes such as the Bureau of Erotic Discourse where I prompty explained to this beautiful dreadlock boy that I desired to kiss him.  I also shared a boundary as we had discussed during the workshop.  This direct manner earned me one beautiful make-out sesh followed by an amazing friendship with Nag Dea O.  He gave me a hematite and obsidian.  He found the obsidian with bunny bones which made him glow.  Other classes include Fairy Wing Making and Astral Travel.

I found some amazing Liquid that carried me through BaseNector the most amazing electronic set I have EVER heard.  Strawberry and I were hula hooping ravers for 7 days straight.  Speaking of which, I also fell in love with all sorts of women, omg yum!  Strawberry and I danced with an especially sexy couple from San Francisco. 

I woke up a few days later concerned I would not get more liquid.  Careful what you wish for!  I got two drops at around 10 in the morning.  I had a profound experience.  A dust storm began to move in as I was searching for Glitter camp to glitter my naked body when even riding a bike was IMPOSSIBLE.  I wandered around thinking I wish I had somebody that I had found during that week to continue a romantic relationship with beyond BM, and passed the Smooch tent lamenting the feelings I came to BM with--I have been duking it out big time all summer FALLING IN LOVE with MYSELF ensuring that I am a whole and compete being with intrinsic value and authentic power.  I remembered this and decided that I was having one of the most amazing weeks of my life without said person and thus am content and peaceful.

She's a DAAAAy Trriiiiiper! 
I pile into entheon villiage, the Holistic trippy tribal community, and attend a sound healing workshop in a tent with massive crystals in grids and positions I don't even understand.  Amazing art, flowey humans in a concentric circle around some small tree that is centrifugal force (centrifocal) and pulling our energies in a swirl.  I am starting to peak big time on L that is extremely strong and CLEAN and purely made.   I sit in lotus position and I see this boy who is glowing, wearing purple pants, a red fuzzy vest, and is seriously glowing red under his skin.  his eyes are piercingly blue, and I give him a crystal.  I mention to myself that he looks like he might be gay, and then fall into my third EyE.

THE BEST PART:
I start receiving visions right away.  Tibetan Singing Bowls and Gongs are resounding in my entire being and I am seeing lots of colors and rainbows moving quickly everywhere.  I begin to see images of the Green Tara as she spins, her face looks like a Wind Chime, making similiar noises.  I am sweating at this point, and skaking.  I glance open my eyes to see the boy in purple pants with his eyes closed meditating.  I return to the visions and begin to feel my Kundalini energy being raised through my back.  I make several movements with my hands to complete the circuit of electromagnetic energy and Shakti rising.  I follow the Healing Kundalini movements taught to me and hold on to them for dear life because the emotions I am feeling are so explosive that my body could barely hold it within.  I reconnect with my experience at BM up to that point (days 1-6) and its here where I begin my entrance into the Symbol.  I received a SYMBOL.

It is an hourglass.  And like a gum ball machine, it has a spinning 3D funnel that is mirror on either side to create the HourGlass.  I started to enter the funnel at some point, time started to dissolve, and I remembered the mountain I have been climbing here in Los Angeles and related it to my BM experience.  This thought pattern was effortlessly being produced as the HOURGLASS propelled a complete circuit of thought (as reflected from my body being aligned at the time)  meaning the visions had a foreknowledge that there was a beginning and an end to the information being shared with me.  Perhpahs with the information my True Self was sharing with my Conscious Self.  Or perhaps from the Green Tara herself.

I realized that the Green Tara is compassion in Action and the White Tara is compassion without action.  Well, actually Scott Soul had told me that, but it made sense.  My bellybutton was sweating.  I opened my eyes and the boy in purple pants had his eyes open and his EYE open as he expressed with gestures. I showed him my sweaty bellybutton and he thought I was speaking to my Orange chakra.  Maybe That was what was going on with my button.

Anyways, I found healing in that tent.  I made a conscious step through my subtler body that Everything was going to be OK that I don't have to worry about being alone for the rest of my life, that I will have a future that is not drugged out, and that my friendships are real and spectacular.  I awoke confident that I was happy in my life at the moment and could not ask for any more.  Truly Grateful. 

I renamed that boy in purple pants Shine.  He has an amazing crystal.  We spent the next two days together.  He is a Reiki Healer and is training with a Shaman in Calgary.  I hope are paths cross again.  It is my first inkling of being in Love since I can remember.

Yes, next year.

...but I still wake up in fear.

Fear is the dis-connector dis-contenter
building binding wining and dining
a shelter for the pain

Love is the co-creation co-operative
webbing weaving hooping and spinning
a shelter for the healer

Three Circles
Two Vibrations
One Love



Grateful for:
1. Cubensis (Grateful Dead cover band)
2. Documentaries on UFO's
3.  My beautiful bike
4.  large sunglasses that cover my entire face with fake Coach symbols everywhere -- and fake gold
5.  GoMetro, Los Angeles

well i guess what you say is true
i could never be the right kind of girl for you
i could never be a woman
oh i could never be your woman

margaret cho is a demigodess, in some ways, and others, a little less so.  demigod here used to indicate alien human hybrid.

X-Files 2 movie out this summer is a sign of the End Times.  2012, x-files, no coincidence right?

I interview this week for a Doggy Day Care in Silverlake that does not put the animals in cages overnight.  It is an amazing facility for the pleasure of puppies and the humans they hang out with.  It would be an amazing idea to get paid to hang out with dogs all day!  cleaning dog kennels is something I would probably perform for free.

I am thankul for another sober day.  I dont think many people smoke pot while in AA--but there are those who do...usually the ones who never went to heroine.  Any imput for addicts, whether good or bad to start with, always "use it"--triggering relapse.  Alcohol doesnt kill people, people kill people.

Also thankful for:
steamed tofu
hula hooping in my new room
second third and fourth chances
hollywood, the industry

May the Farm be with you:

A movie about the South Central Farm is being premiered this month and Darryl Hannah will be attending to answer questions and support the South Central Farm! 

http://www.blackvalleyfilms.com/trailer/     <--link to movie trailer...PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!  ITS AMAZING!

and if you need some encouragement to get you into the ORGANIC FARM SPIRIT, here is your Store Wars version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUi43BCrsH0



How to I paste a video directly on my LJ page?

There are those who doubt my intended Sobriety.  The reasons include:

a) "Wave, you aren't an Alcoholic."

b) "You can control it if you want to."  <--this is partially true.

c) "you are too young to stop drinking...you can stop later when everyone else does"  <--I say this one to myself. 

d) "I don't think you can do it"  <--this final one gets me going!



I am terrible at multiple choice.  The power of suggestion as they say.  Which is most correct? 
 
None of the above

Step one to embracing the Witch within:  Imagine you are a tree. 

Roots digging deep into the earth's core, winding into the soil searching for a Source -- of water.

Base of spine is also connecting to the molten core.  Breathe in and allow the energy of the Earth Mama Shakti energy flow up your roots and fill your body.  Budding out of your head are branches that sway and swing back down to the earth, closing the circuit.

i visualized I was in a cold forest with old growth trees surrounding myself and a small group of quiet people.  My face was cold, however, my body was well insulated by hiking gear.  A green eye was watching me--from somewhere.  The soil was packed, and I loved whoever I was with very much.

Late in meditation I saw myself as a little girl smiling with no cares in the world. 

Ground the energy by imagining colors coming out of your palms and healing the planet with this flow.

Supplemental: Crocheting Thoughts in lighter holders for Burning (Wo)Man.

The Old Religion, as they say, is finding its place in my heart.

Green Majik is of interest to me.  There is also a draw within towards Witchy activities: specifically, crocheting lighter holders for Burning Man and Venice Beach. 

I am Grateful (to be Dead):

First for the trade that just occurred here at my new apartment.  Apparently the Karmic Dance I have been testifying to brought me a large 2 1/2 footer!  You have to always be overly generous and you will be repaid.

Second, for being honest.  I think I have told the truth about myself and my life to all parties available.  I hope to continue this trend.

Third, for my new new new new new apartment.  Although my window faces THE GHETTO, its my first studio and Tara the Green Goddess reigns here with me.

Fourth, that my computer is not broken after I dropped it.

Fifth, for only getting a fix-it ticket for my front and back lights, that he accepted some form of registration even though it is expired, that I bought insurance for the month of June, and somehow "getting away" with a suspended license.  Prayer Works.

I must now write my final on the Collapse of the Classic Maya and Freshwater as a source of Socio-political Power

apparently, says Babybird, after every AA meeting.  After motivating myself to go to a meeting in Los Feliz I was happily walking in their "Downtown" (and by them I mean Los Felizianites, very intellectual hipsters) when I came across a bookstore.  I love bookstores I thought to myself, especially old ones with interesting smells.  Then I thought what the fuck, I'm in Los Feliz, everything is probably going to cost lots o' money.  So I go to open the door anyways when...WHEN....

Matt Groening pops out!  The Simpsons man himself in the flesh.  I start talking in this high pitched "Omgod I love you so much" tone as I explain to him how Simpsons is currently saving my life and how my friend Sanders wants to get a Pirate Tattoo with Homer's skull--and how my friends think I'm  the Homer.  Then he says to me, "I could really smoke some pot right now."  Of course, I was on my way to a meeting, which is the ONLY time I am without goodies.  So I sulked away, wondering why the Pot God's would allow me to miss an amazing smoke Session with God's Only Begotten Son.

Nevertheless, best star sighting in Los Angeles ever! Can't think of anything to top that...Ah wait, yes I can :