Still...

I saw the title of my last post. There is so much to blog about really. I have discovered a couple of new websites, however.

http://www.ranprieur.com -- An interesting fellow who seems to have a grasp of the link between spirituality and the post-civilization mindset.

http://harmonhouse.net -- More of the same, though he is trying for a mythology of post-civilization, to change the memes from the destructive to the affirmative.

http://gone-to-croatoan.blogspot.com/ -- Another post-civilization guy, found through ranprieur.

http://www.pamspaulding.com/weblog/ -- Great lesbian bloggrrrl site.

http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/ -- Passionate feminist and gay-friendly weblog.

There's lots more. That's all just a start. My tarot readings and guides seem to be pointing me in the post-civ direction. I do see problems ahead however, with people who are doing it in the spirit of going berserk on the rest of us in that special "Kill 'em all and let the angry white small-dicked god sort 'em out" brew. I've gone deeper into the understanding that civilization/addiction/cancer is an autoimmune disorder on the collective/mental/physical level. An autoimmune disorder is where the organism's defenses have lost the ability to tell what is "of-the-organism" vs. "what-is-other." All three of these metastases of vampiry share the obsessive need to extract from what is sustaining the agent. Just living in the empire culture is enough to make any of us feel drained. Interesting. I was just thinking of the Cosmic Tribe Tarot deck's 8 of Cups.

http://www.stevee.com/pages/t.fs.html (look for 8 of Cups, I think you have to do a little searching.)

Some days I feel that it's a drain, but on other days I feel that I'm experiencing the lancing of a wound or the puncturing of my ego. Both of which are welcome in my book. It's all a matter of perspective I guess.

Lots to blog about, but where's my motivation?

I wish that I was a bit more energetic. There are a lot of reasons I could list for my lethargy. One of the most painful ones, believe it or not, is the fact I work in an office that is beige, black, grey and brown. I crave color. In fact, I'm going to write the rest of this text in Spring green. (Isn't this pretty?)

I went upstate for my Vision Quest, which was awesome. In retrospect, I've encountered a couple of entities--personal demons I guess is what they are. One I encountered in a meditation not too long ago--"Familios" was its name. The other one, "Soporis" was clutching onto my Point of Passion (from the Iron Pentacle), desperately trying to turn me back toward becoming a 7-11 when I've converted my temple more to a health-food provider. The poor dear was addicted to my brand of negativity, and I don't supply that anymore, not that I couldn't with a carefully placed noshing of some sugary-floury ethelly-deathel-death Froofaw.

I'll blog about that in the future--I've got to finish writing a poem in homage thereof. But the big news is that I've met someone and we're dating. It's been going on now for about two weeks, and it's wonderful. I've made the commitment to move up to the Capital District, so I will probably be taking a very different direction when I'm there. Don't know what the timing will be, but I have deepest faith that things are working out the way they're supposed to. Yippee-skippee!