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The Spice Must Flow [May. 24th, 2014|03:49 pm]

Dear Friends,

Sorry if this kind of fund-raising annoys you but please hear me out on this, as we are dealing with many artists, in need of supplies and support.

We are not asking for a lot, really bottom line, at five of ten bucks in an envelope no muss, no fuss and I won’t dirty your windshield, like the homeless guy, while trying to rinse a little of you money away from you.

Hey listen; I may be a pain in the ass, being one of those pesky hippy true believers and all. You might even want to tell me to go fuck myself, with love of course, but remember; I am awful cuddly.

At least that’s what my therapists tell me, as we begin barter negotiations for my treatment in exchange for tricks I learned in the whorehouse of Boston politics..

As I learned in The Middle East, you have got to give a little to get a little.

Seriously, if at any time in the future you are in need of anything from supplies to promo work on your events, please let me know, especially if you have been supportive of us, either with Rothschild’s money of that box of art supplies that has collected duct in your basement for years.

One of the joys of being freelance is I can do ad work for events in opposition to one another regionally, whenever and wherever I like..

So, Shea and I have been kicking an idea we call the Starbucks solution IE not going for a five to ten dollar order once a week, twice a month or monthly, and send those funds to The Gossamer Court, 64 Gerry Road, Chestnut Hill, MA 02467.

You could also use our GoFundMe at http://www.gofundme.com/the-gossamer-court or paypal celestial.navigator@yahoo.com for a gift. We really appreciate and need your help.

We finally have the funds to buy a badly needed camera to photograph the artists works and shoot set-ups for makeup artists etc.. Our campaign for collecting photographs, visual documentation, written works such as poetry, MP3’s etc.. has already begun.

If you have art supplies or boxes of yarn, beads, brushes, leather, shells, rocks, stones crystals, wire for wrappings, animal products except for doo do, paints that you collected during someone’s passing fancy or that someone left behind six years ago, they are not coming back for it, so please send it to where it will do some good.

We will be at Starwood and Sirius Rising, so if you are going and have stuff to bring The GC, just give Shea, King Little Hawk or myself a heads up.

NOTE: Anything that has to do with jewelry making, hemp, wire, stones, beads, the tools to put them together goes to the head of the class. I will be bring some items from the Artebank but we are running low on those supplies because folks always want to make jewelry, although the mini-canvasses went over well last year.

And seriously if you have nothing to give us materially this time around then by all means, please keep sending your positive energy, even and especially if it is along the lines of I hope he gets what he needs for these no account pain in the ass hippy artists so he will just shut up and go away.

I am down with that sentiment, especially if it means we are able to stock the flock.

It all goes to them. And on behalf of all, Danka!

One last thing, please cut and paste the GC paypal photo attached to this letter and post it where people can see it, if you are able and if you support the spirit of what we do, and our artists.

Thank you so much.

NAMASTE,

yust on behalf of shea and the artists of The Gossamer Court (857) 225,7500branch

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Silly I know.... [Jan. 21st, 2014|05:05 pm]
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People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
Shea, King Little Hawk will be joining me in Milford, CT, which means we will be around the NYC area. I told you one of these days you have to meet him, and it would be so good to see you. 857 225 7500
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov
People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. Isaac Asimov

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PLEASE DO HELP THE GOSSAMER COURT WITH OUR ANNUAL DRIVE..... [Jan. 14th, 2014|01:31 am]

shea6                                                                                                                             Shea is the poster child for the dream fund because he embodies the disciplined artist that is willing to bust his butt. Working hours a day, week after week, in pursuit of his dreams as an artist, be it though his wood carving, stone wrapping, etching, painting, fire martial arts and spinning. We have others who are either ready of near ready but lets use Shea, King Little Hawk as the example;

All his life there have been people who have tried to discourage him, in pursuit of his dreams as an artist, people that said he was chasing a pipe dream, and that his mentor Yust was the pied piper, leading him astray, down that alley of disappointment, because a kid from West Virginia, with traumatic brain injury, succeeding as an artist was a fool’s errand, and anyone that thought he could do it was just as crazy as Little Hawk is.

Shea expressed a desire that he really wanted other people to experience the bliss of CoSM. You see, He is Shea, King Little Hawk, Guardian-Protector of the Indigo, my successor, for a reason, because he too believes in healing through art and wants others to experience the healing joy of what we do as artists and performers. Our job is, through or efforts and those in our circle, is to raise awareness and awakening to the Star Seeds, Indigo, Crystal, Elder Children and Astral Light Workers, now come home to roost and help heal this ailing world, with their medicine and magick. The lion’s share of our work is to make dreams come true, for the greater good. We really do help as many people as we can, with all that we have.

CAN YOU HELP? OH, PLEASE DO!!!!! I have had to underwrite so much since both my Cousin Zander and Lord Vikingheart passed, and we need help, in the absence of corporate sponsorship.

I can work on a small budget, squeezing each and every dollar until the eagle grins, but The Gossamer Court, once again really needs your help.

Instead of getting a lattee/capp/espresso/Americano/red eye/cocoa/coffee from *Fivebucks, please, just once a week, put the money in an envelope and send it to;

G.C.L Gossamer Court Limited/ 64 Gerry Rd, Chestnut Hill, MA 02467

Please mark one of two ways “Standard Artist Fund” or “Performance Fund”

If you decide to use paypal then please us celestial.navigator@yahoo.com

We also accept gift cards for stores that carry hardware, art supplies, material, copying etc…

If you are getting back $610.17 on your tax return then please round it off and gift us with the $10.17

One less chocolate bar.

A gallon of gas.

An d while we have a never-ending need for supplies, and our supplies do get used up, some cash donations would be greatly appreciated.

The wish list usually remain s the same, al though some heavier tools and pieces of equipment could find a home easily. Sewing machine, postage stamps, Card stock, laminating machine, serger, digital camera, any 35mm camera, tape recorders (cassette or digital) Any recording devices good for samples, old cardboard cameras, metals kiln, a small lathe, drills, saws, rock tumbler, sander, broken jewelry, watches, clocks, polishers, wire of all kinds, silver, copper, brass, steel, leather, fur, horns, antlers, paints, waxed linen, books on design for wood and clay, glue, molds, stamps, resin, tribal symbology encyclopedia, crochet needles, yarn, knitting needles, hooks for hooking rugs, origami paper, unusual card stock, tie dye materials, canvass, paper for sketching, water colors, caran dache, rapidiograph pens, brushes, beads, pens, drafting instruments, mask and hat blanks, anything steam punk related, canvass, mosaic tiles, hemp, needle point items, stones, semi-precious stones, gears from old electronics, old instruments, drum heads, odd shaped tea and tobacco times, soldering irons, engraving tools, all tools used in jewelry making    http://youtu.be/TVlcZ9B                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

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THE DREAM FUND OF THE GOSSAMER COURT, HELP US PLEASE [Jan. 13th, 2014|05:27 am]

Shea, Alex And YustShea expressed a desire at that moment that he really wanted other people to experience the bliss of CoSM. You see, He is Shea, King Little Hawk, Guardian-Protector of the Indigo, my successor, for a reason, because he too believes in healing through art and wants others to experience the healing joy of what we do as artists and performers. Our job is, through or efforts and those in our circle, is to raise awareness and awakening to the Star Seeds, Indigo, Crystal, Elder Children and Astral Light Workers, now come home to roost and help heal this ailing world, with their medicine and magick. The lion’s share of our work is to make dreams come true, for the greater good. We really do help as many people as we can, with all that we have.

Le Little Hawk

Shea is the poster child for the dream fund because he embodies the disciplined artist that is willing to bust his butt. Working hours a day, week after week, in pursuit of his dreams as an artist, be it though his wood carving, stone wrapping, etching, painting, fire martial arts and spinning. We have others who are either ready of near ready but lets use Shea, King Little Hawk as the example;

All his life there have been people who have tried to discourage him, in pursuit of his dreams as an artist, people that said he was chasing a pipe dream, and that his mentor Yust was the pied piper, leading him astray, down that alley of disappointment, because a kid from West Virginia, with traumatic brain injury, succeeding as an artist was a fool’s errand, and anyone that thought he could do it was just as crazy as Little Hawk is.

Okay, so we are both crazy but he made it to Alex Grey’s CoSM, where he spun his fire magick for three hours straight without a mistake, making his “wax on, wax off, Mister Miyagi, very proud of him. As for those that tried to fill our heads with the furrball of foreboding, saying they had a bad vibe about him, me, our chances etc… Well, that was a weekend that will live in infamy and the best night of his life, mine too for that matter, when I finally mastered the sacred art of breathing again. Never listen to the small minded that always feel compelled to tear things down because they dwell in their own self-appointed misery. You feel you can do something, then do it and take no prisoners, just like, our mountain witch hero, Little Hawk did.

Through no fault of his own or that of his mentor, a small group of folks engaged in some negative interference, that cost Shea some $1,400 US, telling him of a sure thing out West that would make him a ton of money, all that and a bag of chips, which was some costly bullshit. IN addition to depriving our hero of the hills $1,400, it nearly put two years of hard work in the bowl with the skid marks of lost money and greater opportunity.

Little Hawk, a young man of some pride and concern, for his mentor Yust had grown uncomfortable with his mentor always being responsible for the bulk of expenses related to helping him realize his dreams, wanted to give the “easy money” a chance so he, Little Hawk, could carry some of the investment weight involved in his future.

Everyone, from the mom on down, assured us that all would be well, with the quickly doomed venture and his mentor should just butt out because they had his best interest, at heart. Ironically Shea, wanting to spare his mentor more expense, actually did have Yust interests, at heart and soul.

Not all was lost, however, when the cosmic toilet took a big ole flush. When given an opportunity to perform at Alex Grey’s Full Moon Celebration and redeem himself for missing an event there in October, along with other paid events in Rhode Island, Massachusetts and New York, Shea, King Little Hawk, rocked fire for three hours, performing, acting as safety, networking, chatting with Alex and Allyson Grey, Brian James and our friends Danni, Matt, Sean and other family he had yet to meet.

When we awoke the next morning to buzz with bliss from the night before in room number seven above the sacred chamber, Little Hawk was like the wabbit in Alice and Wonderland, hopping around everywhere, leaving two garden gnomes out of breath, this one in particular. What an extraordinary night.

Fire martial artists, ecstatic circus artists, acro-yogi’s, multi-media story telling are all beautiful and wonderful things that are very hard to fins corporate sponsorship for, so we must go where the support is, to the people, be it material of cloth, feather, leather, bone, animal hide for costumes, equipment for fire, circus, poi, flotoys, chucks, staff, swords, wicks, wire etc… and, of course the ever-needed funding.

Instead of Shea making the $1,400 from gigs, with his heart, anyway, in the right place, we had to beg, borrow and pay out of pocket about $2,000. The debt only got bigger when he came up with someone not very well equipped, something she seemed oblivious to, for Alex Grey’s 60th birthday, once again I had to dig seep, call in favors etc…

Shea will now be living with me for the next 6 months, to try things from a different angle, which means we will be saving money on transportation back and forth to West Virginia. I will be taking on work, as he will, in between gigs take on contract jobs, teaching, as I go back to doing readings and brokering art. I may even have to grab my ankles and go back to the corporate world for awhile.

Is it worth it? You betcha! With money saved on transportation, we will be able to help even more artists and we have a few pokers in the fire that will bring notoriety to our work together as well.

CAN YOU HELP? OH, PLEASE DO!!!!! I have had to underwrite so much since both my Cousin Zander and Lord Vikingheart passed, and we need help, in the absence of corporate sponsorship.

I can work on a small budget, squeezing each and every dollar until the eagle grins, but The Gossamer Court, once again really needs your help.

Instead of getting a lattee/capp/espresso/Americano/red eye/cocoa/coffee from *Fivebucks, please, just once a week, put the money in an envelope and send it to;

G.C.L Gossamer Court Limited/ 64 Gerry Rd, Chestnut Hill, MA 02467

Please mark one of two ways “Standard Artist Fund” or “Performance Fund”

If you decide to use paypal then please us celestial.navigator@yahoo.com

We also accept gift cards for stores that carry hardware, art supplies, material, copying etc…

If you are getting back $610.17 on your tax return then please round it off and gift us with the $10.17

One less chocolate bar.

A gallon of gas.

An d while we have a never-ending need for supplies, and our supplies do get used up, some cash donations would be greatly appreciated.

The wish list usually remain s the same, al though some heavier tools and pieces of equipment could find a home easily. Sewing machine, postage stamps, Card stock, laminating machine, serger, digital camera, any 35mm camera, tape recorders (cassette or digital) Any recording devices good for samples, old cardboard cameras, metals kiln, a small lathe, drills, saws, rock tumbler, sander, broken jewelry, watches, clocks, polishers, wire of all kinds, silver, copper, brass, steel, leather, fur, horns, antlers, paints, waxed linen, books on design for wood and clay, glue, molds, stamps, resin, tribal symbology encyclopedia, crochet needles, yarn, knitting needles, hooks for hooking rugs, origami paper, unusual card stock, tie dye materials, canvass, paper for sketching, water colors, caran dache, rapidiograph pens, brushes, beads, pens, drafting instruments, mask and hat blanks, anything steam punk related, canvass, mosaic tiles, hemp, needle point items, stones, semi-precious stones, gears from old electronics, old instruments, drum heads, odd shaped tea and tobacco times, soldering irons, engraving tools, all tools used in jewelry making.     solstice

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Prayers, Gratitude, Wishes And Perspective On Those Lacking It [Mar. 31st, 2012|07:57 am]
Sitting on the bathroom floor while the house sleeps so I can leave for Florida with everything done.


My Dearest Friends,

This is a very special group of prayers, some requesst and a proclamation of love for my extended family.

In some cases I have been there for your children to teach and learn with them, and though we have never met, you write me to express gratitude.

While it is true that most of the number of friends on this Facebook, I have met, practiced magick with, participated in ritual with, cooked for, made a drink for, fetched firewood or water for, danced, drummed, over toned for, chanted with and for, said prayers with and for, prayed for your children and elders with or without being asked, worked on a cause on behalf of, helped whenever time and resources allowed, all, whether we have met or not, hold weight with me because we are a people united in our diversity, unfair victims of the same witch-burning mentality that has plagued us through the ages and this makes us ONE.

In some cases because the exterior is but an amplification of the soul within, and my friends are, to a number, beautiful, I have lusted after some of you, in the most delightful way, do not think it diminishes the value I place of your sacred heart and infinite soul. We all have our days steeped in loneliness and mine do multiply in number because of the tasks I face and the fear over having no one left to sit and cuddle with, laughing and crying over what is and what will be, because I have come to an age where I have outlived many I love greatly.

 Over time I have shown my heart, soul and ass to and, on the latter, if you can’t ass it up, once in awhile, in front of your friends, then who besides certain politicians and clergy does one show their ass too? As for those who have used my human side to belittle me? What can I say? You win! I have a very fragile, vulnerable and human side. That which makes us different is not your accomplished perfection, but my willingness to won my own soul and human imperfections, with a degree of grace and hopefully, humility.

If you have taken joy plunging daggers into my back and this act makes you a better person, then by all means, have at it again. If your kissing my ass and telling me that my flatulence is reminiscent of rare Russian vanilla beans, in order to go back and tell your harpies and jackals, on the well poisoning prisoners bandwagon that my expulsions are more like swamp grass on a hot August day and this kind of deceit and two sided way of speaking makes you a better person then by all means, feed on my human inadequacies, while calling me a psychic and emotional vampire, as you wipe the blood soaked spittle from the side of your mouth before your stomach explodes like a gremlin in the microwave on the excess poison, gluttons always swallow more of then is humanly possible to digest, showing us your own limitations, so one and all will know there is hope for those who seek their fill of even poison as food.

I have grieved with you, tried, with all of my imperfections to aspire to a level of dignity befitting who and what I am, the office, unto death, that I hold, on behalf of, even a few of, my claimed enemies.

Some have brought out the worst in me but most, the best, especially in those moments when I was wrongly at my own worst, and in that dichotomy, I am grateful to and love all my teachers, even those that hate me, with particular thanks to those that really did wish to avoid the drama game by saying; I can’t stand you. You suck and I do not want to be around you and your bullshit. Often times this sentiment has an equal value in truth and the honesty saves so much on the bull shit quotent.

A prep-school friend once mused to me that it is a good thing we did not have facebook in the 70’s and 80’s, as I would have slept with most of you. It took years for me to realize the cliche I was living with my promiscuity, as a raped, molested and abandoned child. In the last 12 years, those numbers alone make me look virginal.

Judging from the fact that there are not more three headed children around, if is FB dawned in my life long after the decadent, depraved 70’s and 80’s where we shook glands before hands, fashion designers might have had to cut patterns fr triple hats and three-eyed goggles in a seeming game of good Third Eye bad third eye.

You, especially my children, early teens to early thirties now, have helped me grow grandmotherly, drawing from the well of my femininity adding more of the grandfatherly warrior, using wit and wisdom over clenched fist. Oddly the greatest and finest female lovers of my life have brought out the divine feminine within and the finest male lovers as well. Thank you for helping me to see the beauty in that, and the fact that it resides within us now, no matter how macho flavored our personal ads might proclaim the size of our balls and a phallic standard, most obviously metric.

The greater parts of me are a mere reflection of those friends, the company I keep close to me juxtaposed with the me that still has much to learn. Your love has sustained me like food to a starving and thirsty desert traveler, your kindness like quinine to a malaria victim, your, in many cases, unconditional love that I do not always feel deserving of. Some of you have had to endure me at my worst, with the passing of my only son, Jason, my second father Richard, the man I loved for ten years that took his own life, Nate, as well as Jason, who took his after 13 years and all those close to me, mst recently Jeff, Lord Viking Heart and Bren Shepherd.

The break-ups or more of the sad issues of personal life, Some of you do the best you can with me, because you know that while not always fair to me, the universe must exact its karmic debt and while mine should be near paid by now, I may not have the chance to wrack things up.

Along the lines of tender mercies of the heavens, I count my blessings in the form of my friends and the blessings in my life are in abundance. While I have no relationships per se, I do engage in the now notorious Bro’mance, which allows me time with men I love, that have no interest in exploring their sexual curiosity, at least not with me, but have enough sense of themselves to know that in depriving themselves of the gifts of intimate male to male relationships, like bosom buddies of two centuries ago, companions of one, they cheat themselves of a variation for warrior love, which historically has played an important part in the lives of many who are far better adjusted to the facets of love and their ability to make those in their lives they do enjoy sexual relationships with far healthier as they learn to love without agenda.

Women, that are not lesbians, have managed Thelma and Louise style relationships, minus the robbery and Brad Pitt akin to the Bro’mance, as exampled in Pineapple express, far better for far longer and it is nice to see men catching up, although if I had to deal with a beautiful Bro’mance with the likes of James Franco, I would eventually bite my lips off, out of genuine frustration because such a lovely person almost makes a godlike statement; I am to be loved and if it is my will, it is your will be done too. Make no mistake, there are two men in my life, not that first, that I agonize over loving but to suffer with love is a beautiful thing, when it makes you a better person. Accept that there are some tress you shall not eat from and to act in opposition to what you conscience tells you is to be unethical at best.  As I say; Love is the Tai Chi of agony and bliss. Guess what? I so mean it!!!!

I have elders, contemporaries and children in great numbers and while the human side of me ails for just one more great romance, one month of weekends with someone I really love, that is not acting out of any sense of obligation, other than to just be, and love, honoring that love dictates the terms of love and what happens is not some curiosity but a very apparent; I love you and I want you to know, if only for few moments, that if one and all have their one then the one they are with for that moment in time would be that one forever should this be the direction of love and desire.

IN the albescence of this exception, especially with men and women that love one another, it is so important especially for men and women to find ways of love, closeness and intimacy that do not involve the male going on safari int he ruby fruit jungle or men giving their female friend what Shakespeare called la petit morte or little death, the female orgasm because one glorious hah hah in a few moments can end a friendship that was meant t go on a lifetime. Love like a priceless sapphire has its facets, some that were not meant to be lit up.

I have much of the time, enough inspiration, with those I have come to love those that love me, alone in the numbers that call me teacher, friend, beacon, shaman, Mama Bear or grandfather to be satisfied, if I allow myself the gift of being satiated.

I am honored by your love for me but more than honoring me, you honor my teachers, those I have learned from, educated enough, to help me navigate the wearying waters of acquired wisdom and through their efforts, may I continue to aid and assist you, by my own and by their experience.

I do so love you all and if a man’s treasure and success is measured by those he loves, respects and those that love and respect him, I am the richest, most successful and luckiest man in the world.

You sustain this heart and the shoulders that carry the burdens; many only mine because they are yours.

Please now, over this next month pray for me, and should you have a thought, especially a small one now that may help inspire me, when battling some wall to be broken through, then please leave it here for me to reflect upon during the long days of tremendous discipline, hard work and resolve ahead.

I have not seen Bob in 30 plus years. As kids we never exchanged a word in anger, our bond beginning when he came to me after my father died to hold his hand in mine and tell me his story of losing his parents at age 4 and 8. He was the first Indigo of thousands, a brother who helped me hold onto the lifeline that kept me from insanity and now after all these years, at a time when I need such an arduous physical course, he extends his hand once again, through a lot of apin and fear. Please pray that I may be of help to him, as he has his pain to deal with too.

Please pray that the magick of this incredible friendship, a real brotherhood, siblings without the rivalry, but unity, that grew in a school, with a graduating class of 12, that unity that we had as brothers has survived and that I will find the passion and inspiration to work myself, as hard as I need to, in order that this foundation is laid in properly, stopping never out of laziness but occaisional need.

We come from a place where we never knew such a thing as; “That is so high school because that backstabbing and pettiness was foreign to us

Thank you so very much for being my friends and loved ones, my extended family, that in numbers alone, never mind that extended family and love eclipses, that of a Saudi Prince and until we meet again on the high or the low road, remember, this one soul loves and appreciates you.

To my sisters, in the sisterhood, and my brothers in our variation on the Bro’mance, you love helps to sustain me and in what we have you help to make a very broken heart, one, healing and near whole. I love you!

Hold my hand without shame, rolled in a blanket by a fire now embers, take in a moonlight or a sunrise, cuddled in a blanket, kiss me, be unafraid because in turn I too shall be unafraid of the abandonment so many indulge, because they were never prepared by convention to love another unless absolutely defined by the social order.

So you see, so much of what the alchemist and magician do is based on exchange. I would need trade nothing for The Gossamer Court and that makes it priceless to me. I oush mysekf to get healthy to fulfill my promise, mainky to young artist but that is because it is a lot harder betting kids my age to let go of there "I wouldn;t be any good at that" or "I was Ok doing that as a kid" strategy. We always have room for good teachers.

Pitch the idea and if the talking heads of decision like it, I will do my best to get it supplied. Please pray for my health and well-being because in a land of very talented, gifted and wonderful artists, we need a flock of art agitators like me to pull things together. It is not a position I jealously guard.

NAMASTE,

Yust, Phaerex, Beacon of the Indigo, Forever Young and Forever Yours

I managed to get together my air fare with a little left over to cover the basics, diet and supplements separate and the diet is mostly high nutrient smoothies, protein shakes, 6 ounces of meat and two servings fo fruit or veggies. With an opportunity like this, a carrot a day was not out of the realm of what I was prepared to do. I am going to hit the farmers market in Vero and apply to do readings there.

If anyone whishes to help me with those fees or supplies in addition to what I am bringing to try and get some WS’s going on making your own jewelry, wrapping, shells, instruments, runes out of materials found there, with need of paint and brushes as I am trying to keep down to a bag and the airlines might frown on my bringing a lot of liquid supplies, our paypal is celestial.navigator@yahoo.com I am going to do my absolute best on making use of every day of my time and after it is all over I would love to have the ability to ship back other supplies that we collect or that are donated to us, perhaps items from a few yard sales, that can be used in our summer workshops.  It all has to keep going and I promise to keep my eye on the ball of Cardio boot camp and The GC whenever possible, so we have a lot to work with come festival season. At least on that I have shipping covered with many of our friends leaving New England for Wisteria and Brishwood.

Another meeting after 30 years is between my cousin Bucky, his daughter and his mother Doris, who operates her own craft booth at the market. She will no doubt have contributions to make but shipping on our behalf is another matter. I am also going to scout for beds of mini-shells and try to send some half gallon nilk containers of those and dried flowers.

The donations last year are still being used by our artists in NOLA, Cincy, Colorado and NH  

Yust Lundberg, The Gosssamer Court, 34 Naples Road (2), Brookline, MA 02446

“the gossamer court is an affiliation of spiritually inspired artists devoted to helping others to heal, as her artists help ourselves to heal, through the creation of art and teaching others the basics of the alchemy of taking a pile of nothing, including that which is discarded, what nature provides, what is donated and combining it with wire, string, glue, adding paint and other materials that add texture and color to produce something of value, aesthetically and otherwise.”

THANK YOU VERY MUCH





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Indigo Full Moon Observance 01/09/2012 7:30 GMT Worldwide [Nov. 12th, 2011|03:40 am]


January 09, 2012
 around 07:30amGreenwich Mean Time (GMT), on the first Full Moon of the New Year we ask that every Indigo and Lightworker, all those with us in spirit worldwide to take a few minutes, projecting from their spirit healing energy to the heart of humanity and the great spirit of Mother Earth.
 
Please send out your light energy through thought, meditation, music and voice, into the collective sacred pool of all Indigo and Lightworker energy, for the mending of sacred things broken.
 
Please let your friends know to let their friends know that it is time to work together on change for the greater good, starting in the New Year.
 
This is a very simple act of hope, with the use of healing energy. Let’s do it.
 
Please share in this moment wherever you are and with those you are with at 07:30 GMTor as close to the full moon as possible. This world needs our medicine and magick.
 
Many Blessings, Yust, Phaerex, Beacon of the Indigo

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Hope [Nov. 12th, 2011|03:28 am]
God pulled a Seraph, a part of Adam’s soul within, forming from the celestial fire, a mate for man to love. And by their union, upon the joining of their loins, they created children, tomorrow’s hope of an age divine, one of mortal form angels, with an energy warm that shines, thawing long frozen hearts, making fools most wise, healing hate and fear from humankind, drying tears of ocean’s measure, allowing the blindest among us, not only to see, but hold within real treasure, as we no longer seek but find, the cosmic temple’s greatest prize.

Yust, Phaerex, Beacon of the Indigo
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(no subject) [Oct. 23rd, 2011|06:36 pm]
These past years have really been very strange, even by my standards. Cancer, radiation, heart deterioration, to a point where they want to split my ribs and I won’t let them just yet. And the heart at this moment is all about genetics. Quite a few of my cousins have not lived to be as old as I am.  Whatever time is left, it has to really count… It is not going to be easy, but maybe there is one last Hurrah left.
With all due respect to my contemporaries and elders, I love you guys very much, but the young are solely the ones that give me the fight and sense of purpose required to endure suffering, two in particular. If I am to undergo more and greater pain willingly, it is because of them.. and I am not sure my human form can take it.. It should be noted that I have a second son and the universe gave me a gift in the friendship of his lady.

They were joined by Neo-pagan tradition for one year and a day, and I am registering in New York, so that I can legally marry them next July. Dustin and Maria are two of twelve, and though not planned, yes there are twelve, most like him that have been a part of my life for a decade and they will carry much of my legacy, material and otherwise. My progeny understand that I will do everything in my power to keep a foot in this life, but this grip has its limitations.
 My sister, Susan Buck, gets The Gossamer Court and half of all that is left me, posthumously and/or otherwise.

The GC will survive me, and those gifted young male and female magicians, my students, will keep the magick alive. All that I have taught them, along with their improvement with the codex will make them better and stronger than I could have ever hoped to be..
 It has always amused me, those caught up in their own quest for material gain, those who have judged me as being one of them their single-minded projections, and I am anything but materially motivated. My resolve may well save the soul of a part of my family, extended and otherwise.
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·         Greed, for lack of a better word, is not good. It is a poison to the soul so great, as to ripple out suffering, needless want to others, in the wake of the quest for personal acquisition. Most of those that hold real wealth, encouraging others to pull themselves up by their boot straps and work hard have never worn work boots in their lives nor have they really had to make it by the sweat of their brow and the blood of their veins.
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·         It is not about the time you have, but what you do with the time that you do have. It is not about the wealth one amasses, but what that wealth does to serve the greater good. And, guess what? It is not the circumstances of one’s demise that defines them but the victory lap that they take before they go, and you ain’t seen nothing yet.
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·         I will never be sold on me having made the most of my time… but I have made a difference in the lives of many. That final lap is not going to be spent with ass on laurel. Hardcore, as I might be about my spiritual pursuit these days, and while as a human being I have failed so much of the test and am not worthy of great notice for being a good human being, this shaman walks with those that are not so nice and not of here..
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·         While the kind spiritual me at our best tries to remain In Spirit, I find before me a world that is inhabited by those that expect a constant flow of something for nothing, and by the same token, the folk that bitch loudest about others getting what they do not deserve have their government borrow from China so they can have money they do not need, and in doing so, saddling the next two generations with debt, not because of some home boy, a product of three generations of The Great Society but because those born of privilege have forgotten that to whom much is given, much is expected, and before anyone preaches class warfare to me, you better sharpen your fucking pencil! Family values!!!!!!!? Give me a break!
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I hold my own quite well and my indignation is over the vices that drain virtue which cause suffering. People do piss on my leg all the time and try to tell me it’s raining. While I have failed in my own estimation of who and what I might have been, there are those in my life that have always seen things in me that nestle in the blind spot of human consciousness.
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·         It is wasted emotion to say; if only it could have been balanced and equalized, just a bit more, somewhere between flesh, demon and angel, with that smorgasbord, little of everything and not too much of anything…. kinda life, but it was never to be.
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·         It took forever to get the right balance in my friendships, especially the close ones. I am empathy in totality, reflecting the good and the bad of what I get, for better or worse, giving just as good or as bad as what I get, which is why I have separated myself from so many. Those that touch your back with a soothing, I mean you no harm, hand, while patting your back with one hand, while having a dagger in the other are in no position to criticize anyone, but they more often than not, do. It is just the way of things.
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·         I accept the hand dealt me, one that I drew good and bad cards from. It is not a bad full boat, Kings over Aces, but painful birth born of rage and tears is always trumped, by the better hand of the quiet slumber of death and the ascension it enables.
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·         Humanity is an aspect of spirit, being human, emotional, strong, honest, pragmatic, practical, productive with one’s self, nope, not me.
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·         While I love greatly, hold compassion and empathy, seek to help others heal, that is not my humanness, but my spirit. I have never felt comfortable in my human skin, (obviously) look at the trials and tribulations that I have put this body through, living 2.5 lives in one.  And there is the neglect and mixed messages. It has been a very good run and after I took a broom to my life and swept all kinds of things that go bump in the night, out the fucking door, things began to get a whole lot better but this does not diminish the fact that I am near out of time.
Someone asked me long ago, if I had two years to live, what would I do with it? Well, if that.
Sometimes we must drink the Koolaid that we serve others and I am always telling people that come to me, it is never too late to create.

Pick up a brush, an instrument, a pen, something, and make something out of nothing. You hear me chanting many things at the fire but many of you respond to “You have hidden gifts” because you do have them and it is a reminder to me too, that I have not unwrapped all of mine. The good shaman neither walks in front of nor behind but beside the tribe.
I had no idea that I could drum the way that I do, and with Alice, who only started in July as well, same time as me, we drum from opposing sides of the buffalo and goat skins of beautiful Mama in a way that compliments one another, while creating Theta State.

All percussion seems to be mine, including my baby antique dombek. I do justice to all drums, save the trap, but that may change.

Add in my overtone singing, the Sephardic and Native American chants, the Saami Joiking of my fathers people, the drawing up of the energy from many instruments, the liquid dance and movement, which no heart patient should be able to do, the scientific explanation is not so easy, so while my mind is realistic, the spirit holds hope..

And as I live with a scientist and organic chemist, we do challenge one another from time to time.

I have picked up a violin, a stand up and electric bass too, in the last year, and as those at the fires can tell you, I may be something of a clown but I ain’t no joke with instruments that I have no reason to play well, but just do.

While I have reached Theta State, the sacred place, through the beats of another, with Dirty Alice, we both went to that other place together for some time and when the trance ended, children I have had a hand in raising, their friends, my peers, students and elders surrounded me at that beautiful Mama drum, and in the end I was the only one drumming. It was not unpleasant.

Maybe there is something to near three years of celibacy, having some little piss ant tell you are washed up when you are far from it, and being told in earnest that you don’t have much time left..
Far from washed up, my time is just limited. On my own terms, I am going to do it up right!

To drum every day, while fine tuning the book already done, that is going to make some people cry, while others take joy in its words of hope and pragmatism is a part of it, but there is to be a great deal more too.

As an apprentice instrument maker, I am going to make the proto-type Crittenden Phaerex Cajon. It will be a gift to drummers that favor the box drum, because it has some very cool surprises.

As a spiritual leader I am going to be present when the elders, before me, pass, when the babies fall through their mothers womb onto Mother Gaia and I am going to join the young in heart, ready to give the knot a chance, perhaps leading to full marriage for as long as I can, until I can do it no more.

I am also riding my horse once a week, barooing with the Basenji’s and holding the fire in my yard.

It is said that if whores and politicians stick around long enough they gain respectability and as the king is a bit of both, I am working an agenda for the greater good, with a mattress on my back if necessary to get things done, in addition to employing the judgmental wit of one very angry motherfucker, that causes folk to remember.

And for those that find my vernacular obscene. I find wars, based on greed to be Thus, so it’s a draw! And my language is highly likely to get worse, so spare me the Ozzie and Harriet values.

We will at least be heard, and I include my twelve town criers, as well as myself, because we all have the power of “just” persuasion. I hope folk do underestimate me because I am going out like a prize fighter, and serving crow makes me very happy!!!!

Sorry it is not all fuzzy bunny white light, but this Dick Cheney, Jerry Springer, Sarah Palin, the world is only five thousand years old, Obama, backing down on his platform, trying to give folk a reach around to all an that hate having a Cosby kid in the "White" "House" one that is not Keyes or Clarence that is, is all an experience that is pretty abysmal,l and I am going to feel good for not sitting on my ass, with all this crap!

Asking the government to separate church and state has not worked so well, and the door swings both ways on that one.....

My Dirty, Dirty Dr. Alice.....!



 
Yust Lundberg: With mallets, sticks, my fists, sweeping hands, slaps, sweat pouring from all of my pores for hours, the beat went down to Mama’s soul, as the two of us on either side of her had hands that swelled. mine finally bleeding… entering the other place together. We so love Thee, Dirty Alice!...

Alice Flint: Yust, thanks for the love! Right back atcha! That drumming was out of sight. My world was also changed forever. Pirates + fairies = one kick ass beat! Thank you Yust Lundberg, thank you Mama! I have an attitude of gratitude 

We are going to need blood, sweat and tears for this one......


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