Whirlwind Wheel of Fortune

The circle of thoughts that fill my head each day as I rejoin the waking world could all join hands and circle the world and the moon nine times, so of course I can only capture a very few of them here in the first light of morning. Yet I want to remember, so I try.

After wordless and vast meta conscious thinking, the dream screen of my inner eye was filled with many fragments of the inspirations that have flown by me in the last few days.  With the help of my dream guides, I lit on the principles of practicing prana yama breathing with informed intentional thought as a theoretical way to heal a disease of the body through the desires of the mind and the guidance of spirit. Yantra, Mantra, Tantra… Thought, Word, Action. For me, this is a blueprint for creation. The infinite forms of possibility crystalize in a big bang moment of clear understanding, the thought is uttered in the vibrational language, and the infinite fractal of all that is takes a turn forever toward the unique new discovery of creation.

And that was only the beginning. Since the next few moments in this dream would take a lifetime to express in words, an artform came to me to help organize my experience, and to gather enough of these golden threads to weave a beautiful ‘tapestry of rich and royal hues, an everlasting vision in an everchanging view.’

The Space Time Wheel of FortuneThe wheel of fortune. 10 in the tarot higher arcana. The whirling world. The lady of luck. Ten short sentences to capture a snapshot of all the inspirations I remembered to notice yesterday.

1)Woke up in Cambria, my father’s last home, thinking about Natural Law and Strength and the underlying patterns of irrepressible leadership, expressed by men such as Jesus, Ghengis Khan, JoJo the Ape, the wolf, the bear, the eagle, and the many creatures who worship Anastasia of the Singing Cedars of Russia.

GoogleEarth Asian Rivers from Tibetan Plateau
GoogleEarth Asian Rivers from Tibetan Plateau

2) Felt grateful for the Harrisons in my life, and the way they take their love of the earth and goodness to a huge, informed map of our giant planetary ecosphere, where just one of Earth’s seven continents contains seven mighty rivers that flow from the same Tibetan Plateau, which traverse eleven Asian countries disadvantaged by the warming Earth when the melting and disappearance of 80% of the Himalayan Glaciers in Tibet means that the 1.6 billion people living on the waters of the Ganges, Yangtze, Brahmaputra, Mekong, Huang-Ho, and Salween will need new sources water, but no one sees how big the elephant described by the eleven blind men really is since they are content to fight amongst themselves rather than use their collective human brilliance to grow a new harmonious ecosystem that serves all the living creatures who share the same water.

3) I walked in bliss to breakfast and all day long on new exercise shoes given to me by my sisters for my birthday which we postponed celebration until we could all get together, which turns out to be only barely two days a year.

4) Long attention span theater is only for the curious listeners, but I wonder what happens to all the inspiration to participate that results from all that listening.

5) Thanks to my sister the accountant I now understand how to do a cash reconciliation of a festival, just in the nick of time, I hope.

6) Got up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, looked at my fingernails and today they reflected the golden sunrise, but yesterday they reflected the green of the sky.

7) Awake Media, in business to transform starving artists to hippie philantrepreneurs.

8) Do you know Phil Crawford is the guy who can fix the Santa Cruz County justice system (Lawlessness in Santa Cruz) because he is running for judge, and he used to be a cop who First Responded to gang violence in dangerous neighborhoods in San Jose, then went back to school at 38 to become a lawyer, and ever since then has been creating, teaching, and administering community programs to interrupt and prevent violence for families – which does a lot to make up for the too little money sorely needed for the impossible job of helping police take the flack for too few afterschool programs to keep young kids from starting violence.

9) At the Santa Cruz Film Festival, day two, we saw The Hooping Life, Amy Goldstein’s documentary, which is truly a beautiful movie about the world in which we live, full of inspiration and caring.

10) I found myself reflecting on many facets of the wish granting jewel of time, so fleeting, so eternal.

Ending on a sad note from today’s Santa Cruz Sentinel. “I had no idea people were hating at this level,” she said. The Santa Cruz Live Oak HS is being mistaken for the Morgan Hill Live Oak HS where the stupid Principle sent home some kids wearing RedWhiteBlue instead of CinqoDeMayo colors on May5. Help us Human Race!

Hack, the first to go, as far as I know. In memory.

Death of a friend is always sad news. Maybe a little more remote after such a long time, but it does give me a chance to reminisce.

Such kids we were then. I still feel like the same person who walked or rode bikes past Hack’s house to school, and hung out during some of those awkward years of growing up, and watched from afar as we each took our places in the big worlds of life. He introduced me to the word hypoglycemic… now it still makes me look smart that I know what it means (and how to eat right to avoid the problem.) I haven’t listened to Emerson Lake & Palmer for quite a while, though I do catch myself singing “Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, I’m glad you could attend, come inside, come inside” from Brain Salad Surgery. I guess that will always remind me of Hack’s house and that time of our lives.

And I’ll always associate those times with reading Woody Allen aloud to each other in the library, and a movie marathon at Hack’s house maybe? Take the Money and Run, Love & Death, Sleeper. In a long life where there are so many chances to move away, I have the sense that Hack stayed pretty close to his original home. I don’t have much knowledge of the last twenty years, sorry to say. He’ll always be for me a freckled kid, really smart, lots of heart, not afraid to listen to acid rock and the world that liked it. I hope his philosopher spirit was feeling strong or optimistic or something worthwhile when he passed. Was he on facebook? My plan is to leave a few traces for the future in the digital domains, and meet you all again in the glistening afterlife. Thanks for the news. I just wrote it in on my calendar.

In a random but interesting synchronicity,  I got the news at a 10 anniversary memorial party for Terrence McKenna, a major bard in the psychedelics community, when Allan looked at your email on his I-phone. Not only would Hack have loved to know Terrence (probably did, as Terrence wrote lots of books on the chemistry and experiences of mind altering substances, and most poetically) but we happened to discuss something Hack might have found interesting.  As counter culture journalists, Allan and I met and interviewed Terrence many times during his life (he died of a brain tumor 10 years ago.) He subscribed to a mad scientist belief that it was perhaps possible to reach back to the living after death and communicate. A few luminary friends including Terrence and Allan agreed to send a message back if possible after the inevitable departure, and darned if we didn’t get a few mysterious emails and unexplained chance occurrences that seemed more than chance in the first year after Terrence died. So, all I can say is that mystery is in the eye of the believer.

Bless Hack, his journey in this world and all worlds. Sympathy for the loss of those who love him most. Thanks for sharing and remembering. Love to you and Nancy, always, and your children almost all grown up. You all have a treasured spot in my memories and my heart.

Marian McNamee Lundell aka SUN


That’s SOOOOO 2 minutes ago.

SNAP. One moment you’re hunting ungulates on the plains of Africa, and the next moment you’re hurling a gold  terbium superconducting stellar device toward Alpha Centauri with all of mankind aboard in virtual space being run as a simulation in circuitry. It’s just first the one thing, then the other thing… but this history which lasts 25,000 years is this weird period where you are neither fish nor fowl. You know, you’re not the hunting ape anymore, but you are not yet the sixteen dimensional digital god. And in that transition phase, there is confusion. There is ainxt. But now we’re at the end.

I maintain that anybody who is pushing that, peddling ainxt, peddling pessimism, or all that stuff… well that’s just SOOOO 2 minutes ago.

from Terrence McKenna

Thanks Goz, for turning me on to this. We’ll see you at TIME WAVE ZERO for more fun facts about the future.

Mutant from the Future

I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normal is not shared by many of my peers.

I noticed in the witching hours this night that the ReRun show of CoastToCoast only repeats the first hour, over and over again, instead of playing the whole show. This is a big shift in my world. I am organically asleep for the first run, and I usually catch it in the middle of the night on the repeat run. I am guessing this means that I will have to either sign up for the pay feed, or miss it. The march of the almighty dollar moves ever forward.

I am practicing Time as Art. The time I previously filled by listening to CoastToCoast has long been a part of my daily routine. But in the shifting sands of time, I see that changing.

It inspired me to imagine myself taking on the late night radio slot and putting out my own brand of late night chatter for the dozing public of Santa Cruz listening to KSCO. It’s a three hour slot, and I’m not always awake for all of it, so I thought I could take the 3-5 window and speak of poetry, history, art, imagination, and the local cultural creatives. I imagined that Allan could host the first hour from 2 until 3 as Dr Future, and he could do a regular update on his TwitVids of the day for a unique taste of Bay Area life. And I would host a blogging class, or a chat with a friend about love and life, perhaps act or read  creative writing, or twitter a trip around the web.

What got me to my blog here and now was an insight about manifestation. A thought is a crystal of light that radiates out and attacts more energy. The more the thought is charged with attention, the more it attracts energy and grows.

About the times ahead. Like a comfy robe or a dress for the Academy Awards, I see God wearing time as a garment. I see myself and all humans looking out from our eyes and seeing what God is wearing.

All the Things I didn’t have Time for

It is ironic that my life art theme right now is TIME IS ART, and I have No art to my time. It is crazy. This is a last minute post at the end of January. I totally missed the holidays… Christmas, NewYear, Anniversary,Barbarella party, Capricorn birthday parties for Halle, Nada, Bruce… No time to take down one cosmic inspired memory. Instead, a long list of unmet promises, requests unfulfilled beyond my ability to prioritize and complete. A BLUR. That is time right now. A BLUR.

As I lay awake at night pondering my thoughts, the chatter is filled with Eli Zelka, Michael DiMartino, Michael Zwirling, Michael Sammet, Design Renaissance, AwakeMedia, FatSpaniel, Nabil,Princess Cruise,Kelly’s Wedding, EvaWay, Marilyn Crenshaw, and then the family… A future date with the GIRLS, postponed since Mo’s Birthday after missing Thanksgiving, Christmas, and two months at the beach. Am I bad to have so many other competing priorities?… Making progress on making space in our house and our schedules for Irene to have a safe and happy landing with us in California for the rest of her life… And making enough cash for all the needs of all the cocreators of our beautiful reality.

And then there is the general philosophical craziness of the torrential time of the millenium, a new decade, a burn out period for the dying culture amid a scramble for survival in a climate changing planet… Next safe step UNKNOWN. Destination, the GOLDEN AGE of ENLIGHTENED EARTHIANS. It takes a lot of energy to sort out what to keep and what to let go.
Priorities: From the Divine Inner Center out to the circles of trust, creativity, influence, and treasured legacy… and infinity AND BEYOND!
Guidance: If there is a choice between a party and a funeral, choose the party. If the choice is between two parties, go to the more sacred one.
TIME is ART. LOVE is made of PEOPLE.

To accomplish all the many things simultaneously it takes TEAMWORK, EFFICIENCY, DELEGATION, ADJUSTING EXPECTATIONS UP and EXTENDING DEADLINES.

TimeIsArt Log #1 AughtAught is Over

CONTEMPLATING THE FUTURE: I have intended to devote an appropriate amount of time to the art of understanding the nature of TIME as we people of the Earth count down the many moments clicking until the big prophetic event of winter solstice 2012.

ABOUT THIS MOMENT N:OW: So, I started my efforts during the zero hour today, the final night preceding the winter solstice of 2009. By this afternoon, the exact moment of the solstice will pass, and I will be instantly transported in time to the next moment which is then the first moment of my official countdown to the big day, 24 months from now. Around 2:45 pm PST I think.

I artistically thought of entering this artistic process of recognition during the midnight hour of this final day in the currently anonymous cycle of time. Between midnight and 1:00 are the zero minutes of the day, considered AM (after midnight?) yet it is always confusing to guess is this 12:01 AM or PM? And this is the last year of the zeros of the century. 2009, and in less than one month, the aught aught years of the new millenium will be over. The neverending count continues ever forward.

I realized sometime before bed last night that I would be artistically sleeping during this hour of beginning. I think that is appropriate. Dreaming during the zero hour at the beginning of this unique cycle of time, the first official hour of my own ONE TIME NOW evolution.

CONTEMPLATING THE PAST: When the druids of old celebrated the cycles of time, the solstices and equinoxes and mid heaven days of the annual seasons, they began the ritual fires on the night preceding the day of change. My blood comes from this stock, and so my inner call to commune with nature guides me with this sensibility. The beginning of the Druid day of change begins at dusk. I wonder if they clocked the hours of time as we do, starting the count at noon and midnight, or if they started at sunrise and ended at sunset. It is very astronomical and geometrical to start the day’s count of the hours of time from the apex of the sun (noon) and the opposite (midnight). Maybe that was the original inspiration for the Yin Yang symbol.

So, I have been at this now for a full hour. First thing I did was try to record a podcast, but ran into a learning curve with Apple’s built in Podcast Capture app. I tried to master it for 37 minutes, and ended up signing up for Apple’s beta test program for the Mac’s OS X Server Snow Leopard Evaluation disk. Guess I have to start a server for this little time experiment.

So, I’ve been ruminating since then, and it is now 4:08. Time to get on with my day. But first, wow inspirations! And I made this.
Many and One

Bodhi chita means goodness *

Dear gifts you are my friends, I am VERY grateful for YOU!

That means All of YOU. (In Lakesh, I honor the me in you, and versa visa too)

Here’s my latest survey for heroic creatives…

  1. In a done deal universe, where every wish you would commit to words is granted by the active world devoted to loving you, what do you wish?
  2. If your spark divine is strong, and if the effect of your actions and dreams is long, and the source of all you see is your song, what do you gaze in joy upon?

Live long and prosper, wise ones.

Create Creations that Love Creation
Lunar Excavator Contestant in Nasa Contest 2009