Woeful Blogger Drabbles # 4

Dread Anticipation

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Woeful Blogger Drabbles

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Oh how I wish, I wish, I wish upon a fish, for some of the following:

On egg Laying Rabbits (a fictional piece)…

Damnit.  Why must I be condemned with the power to communicate with animals?  Other heroes can fly, run at sonic speeds, and mimmic animal pwoers.  All I can do is understand them.  Sigh.  Its been a crazy morning nonetheless.

I woke up this morning, alone in bed again (double sigh).   Why can I not have a warm body pressed to me when I awake?  I guess its good when you have a precocious daughter that has a knack for knocking a door down.

\”Mommy, mommy, come quick,\” Nami yelled.  \”The Easter Bunny is in the garden laying eggs.\”

OK.  That piqued my interests somewhat.  Thus I quickly got dressed and walked into the small garden of our apartment building.  Lo and behold there was a little brown furball  laying an actual egg in the garden.  Then I realized it had a flat tail.

\”Turn around,\” I proclaimed.  Thought so.  It was just a platypus that escaped from the Central Park Zoo, wearing cocktail waitress\’ bunny ears.  \”Why are you wearing those ridiculous ears?\”

The little platypus looked down trodden.

\”Good grief,\” I exclaimed. \”Did you not see a certain animated film that came out in the last few years?  You dressed as a bunny is as awkward as me teaching you to act like a tiger, or crane, or mantis, or Jackie Chan.  So why do you want to be a bunny today\”

And so it squeaked on for a few minutes.

\”What do you mean nobody likes a platypus?\”

The furball pointed its poisonous nail-thingy (spur) at me.

\”In the wild, you know, that spiny thing protects you from dingos and other predators that will try to tear your throat open.  Sure, you were born and raise din captivity but seriously now…\”

It was downcasted.

\”Listen.  Pregnancy is tough sometimes.  Why don\’t I call the Zoo, and they will pick you and your egg up?\”

You would think after that, my day would have less excitment.  But no, now a spiny anteater with bunny ears is in the garden.

\”OK, I said this to a platypus this morning, so i will give you the short version…\”

For a Friend

For a Friend

Yokai Attack and related Synchronicities

Last Sunday I purchased the book Yokai Attack from the Borders at Penn Plaza. It is a very interesting book in itself with details on 42 plus yokai and their variations. Yokai, 妖怪, as pronounced Yaoguai in Chinese Mandarin (sort of that way in Cantonese also) are entities akin to “the good folk” i.e. fairies, ghouls, and elves to Nordic and Celtic culture, though some appear as bestial creatures. Within the pages of the book include: the ever popular Karakasa (umbrella ghost), Japan’s fastest growing legend Kuchisaki O-nna (the slit mouthed girl), and a frightening entity I never knew of before hand the O-dokuro (demonic skeleton). A profile would include the original Kanji or Katakana spelling, places of sightings (or attribution to where the legends begin), descriptions, and accounts themselves. A must for fans interested in Sino-Japanese legends and the Occult, as well as anime/video game fans.

(c) Kodansha International & Tatsuya Morino

**** 1/4

With that said, on that Sunday night right after I purchased the book, I heard whisperings in my sleep. The next night, I felt teeth clamped on my arm. The next two nights, despite it being Autumn in NYC, I was accosted by numerous mosquitoes, (whom old time Japanese believe were jealous spirits).

With that said, I am still fighting the flu and I dunno when it really began so take my word for a grain o salt.

Book of Ages

Ace of Wands

51C

Towards the Unlimited, Towards Pandrogeny

RAW Musings by Alan Lee

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Robert Anton Wilson left this life January 11, 2007, at 04:50 AM Pacific Time. During his brief 75-year journey on the Third Rock from the Sun, Robert Anton Wilson (RAW), or Bob, was akin to a Renaissance man. He was many things to many different people. While of this Earth, Bob was a Polio survivor, Crowley and Lovecraft reader, Playboy editor, bibliophile, husband, licensed psychologist, father, science fiction writer, conspiracy theory researcher, consciousness explorer, possible alien contactee, literary theorist, Neo-Pagan movement pioneer, guerilla ontologist, Zen Buddhist, Reich and Leary student, candidate for California Governor, founder of the Guns and Dope political Party, advocate for the decriminalization of some drugs, Chaos and Sex Magickian, Burning Man correspondent, futurologist, Subgenius Reverend, Discordian Pope, Agnostic (he was a major proponent of what he would later term “Maybe Logic”), and the inspiration for many.

Born in Flatbush, Brooklyn, NY, January 18, 1932, RAW who was then Robert Edward Wilson, was stricken with polio at a young age, but was treated with the Sister Elizabeth Kenny Method (which consisted of massage therapy and visualization) in 1934. Because Sister Kenny was not a board certified doctor, she like many of the persons Bob would write about during his lifetime, would be shunned despite the positive results of the afflicted patients (many of whom lived long lives such as Bob himself). After this ordeal, he moved to Gerritsen Beach, Brooklyn. The ‘faith healing” episode however, was not the only Fortean experience in his childhood; at the age of four, Bob believed he had a sighting of a spider the size of an Australian Shepherd (dog).

Unfinished work: “Glyph”

unfinished art project “daril”

Phil Farber and Meta-Magickal Currents

Philip H. Farber is a man of many talents. In the past he has written for the Disinformation Company and the Green Egg publication of the Church of All-Worlds. Currently he is known as a lecturer and author on the subjects of altered states of consciousness and magick. In 1995, he wrote the now out-of-print collector’s item FutureRitual, a book that merges Neuro-Linguistic programming with Ceremonial magick techniques, which has a forward by Industrial Music pioneer, Genesis (Breyer) P-Orridge. This summer, Weiser Books will release Farber’s Meta-Magick:Book of Atem. What does this book entail? Find out in the proceeding interview. We also discuss his past with Genesis and Robert Anton Wilson, his theory of magick, one-eyed monsters, and unicorns. Phil’s website is: http://hawkridgeproductions.com/. He also teaches an online course at http://www.maybelogic.org/academy.htm.

Interviewer: How are you Phil?  Can you tell our readers what your family background is in regards to your childhood?

Phil Farber: I grew up in the 1960s on Long Island, which was at once both a very ordinary kind of place and a very weird one. Ordinary in the sense that communities there were supposed to typify post-World War II suburban life and the American Dream of owning a home, a car, and commuting to a job; weird in that if you really tuned in to what was happening you realized that the place was trashed and was only becoming more crowded, polluted, and socially stagnant.

My parents were both scientists. My mother was a mycologist, one of the very few women PhDs actually working in the sciences at the time. She worked in pharmaceutical laboratories that specialized in allergy products and when she couldn’t find a babysitter, I’d come along to the lab. Quite a bit of my younger years were in that setting. My father was a physicist and worked mostly as an electronic engineer. He was the inventor, in 1965, of the first computer-based color scanner and the four color separation process that we now know as the CMYK protocol. This was an invention that literally changed the world of media – enabling major magazines like Life, Look, Time, Newsweek, etc. to specialize in photojournalism and bring images of the wider world into the homes of millions. And yet he rarely talked about this.