Joe Stead – The Ramblings
of an old Codger. Volume Twenty One - June 2002.
It’s nice to able to start with some good news
– well good for me anyway. The RNLI have decided they would like
to put my recording of Valparaiso round the Horn into their catalogue.
This means that the CD will be available in all RNLI stores around Great
Britain and will also be sold through their quarterly magazine. The booklet
inside the package has been upgraded to include all the words with brief
passages about the shanties involved. It obviously means having a third
pressing done with increased printing costs, but this should be offset
by the first order. My initial thanks must go to Bob Bulgin in Port Isaac
who was kind enough to introduce me and to Brian Williams of the RNLI
for having faith in the product. I’m flattered insofar that the
RNLI only release two new CD’s each year and to have been chosen
is indeed an honour. I will be making a donation to the RNLI for all my
own sales and will become an agent for the RNLI.
Are you one of those poor misguided souls who watches
Coronation Street? Well look out for another poor misguided soul sitting
outside the beer tent on Jubilee Day. It was an interesting experience
– three days on the set of Corry. The majority of the cast are friendly
if not slightly juvenile, but I was not impressed with Fred the Butcher.
An excellent actor he may be, but nice personality? I’ve met friendlier
and better mannered rotweillers.
If it’s not bad enough having a right wing Labour
Party there now appears to be a further surge towards the right and not
only in Britain but on the Continent as well. It is a disturbing trend
brought about no doubt by the influx of Asian refugees into Europe. It
is difficult to imagine where this will all end. On the streets the football
violence is growing again with certain clubs still having a less than
desirable following. Millwall and Cardiff City both thankfully missed
out on promotion to higher divisions. Having Millwall in the Premiership
would have been a huge headache that none of us needed. I was tempted
to suggest that both these teams should be sent to the Ryman League until
their supporters evolve into human beings. However it would of course
have been grossly unfair to all the little clubs in the Ryman League to
have these hooligans thrust upon them and would doubtless have resulted
with many of the miscreant supporters joining forces with another league
club instead. The thought of Millwall supporters following my beloved
Charlton would have been too much to bear. Of course true Millwall supporters
would never support Charlton any more than Charlton supporters would follow
Millwall, but the hooligans will follow any side for the sake of a fight.
It is an amusing and mysterious scenario that they knock seven bells out
of each other in England and then stand side by side in Europe and the
rest of the World to fight the supporters of other nations. It is a concept
that I find difficult to understand.
Another concept I find difficult to understand is that
President Bush was made aware of a likely terrorist strike by air a few
weeks before September 11th and did absolutely nothing about it. It is
now apparent that throughout last year the FBI and CIA picked up hard
evidence that Bin Laden was training pilots and planning a major airborne
attack. The French intelligence service passed on clear warnings and Jordan
and Morocco are also supposed to have advised America about forthcoming
attacks. But none of the warnings were co-ordinated because there was
a monumental lack of grip at the top of government. Now Bush is travelling
around Europe telling us to pull our socks up. Meanwhile his party is
rallying around him claiming that they were not sufficiently informed
to determine what form this strike would take. So what did they expect
militant Muslim extremists to do? Drop leaflets over New York or drive
a plane into a building? The Americans (and I’ve had a few who have
corresponded with me) who claimed that we must leave everything to our
leaders as our governments know what they are doing must now be having
But what is the man (or woman come to that) in the street
supposed to believe?
Here is a pretty good example of how the truth can be
told, without telling the exact truth. President Bush visited Berlin in
late May. CBS News reported that “President Bush was in Berlin where
he had been met by thousands of young protesters!” That was all
that was said in the news excerpt that I saw on CBS. Now what are Americans
supposed to determine from the term ‘thousands’, and why was
he there? News in Britain stated that “President Bush accompanied
by 600 (yes six hundred) bodyguards flew into Berlin today to be met by
20,000 (yes twenty thousand) protesters, the whole thing being overseen
by 10,000 (yes ten thousand) armed German riot police”. According
to our news he was there to garner support for waging war with Iraq. Does
the American in the street know much about this? You can bet their last
bottom dollar they don’t! And if they are simply not told it’s
hardly their fault.
Subject: Letter from Deepak Chopra
The Deeper Wound
As fate would have it, I was leaving New York on a jet
flight that took off 45 minutes before the unthinkable happened. By the
time we landed in Detroit, chaos had broken out. When I grasped the fact
that American security had broken down so tragically, I couldn't respond
at first. My wife and son were also in the air on separate flights, one
to Los Angeles, one to San Diego. My body went absolutely rigid with fear.
All I could think about was their safety, and it took several hours before
I found out that their flights had been diverted and both were safe.
Strangely, when the good news came, my body still felt that it had been
hit by a truck. Of its own accord it seemed to feel a far greater trauma
that reached out to the thousands who would not survive and the tens of
thousands who would survive only to live through months and years of hell.
And I asked myself, Why didn't I feel this way last week? Why didn't my
body go stiff during the bombing of Iraq or Bosnia? Around the world my
horror and worry are experienced every day. Mothers weep over horrendous
loss, civilians are bombed mercilessly, refugees are ripped from any sense
of home or homeland. Why did I not feel their anguish enough to call a
halt to it?
As we hear the calls for tightened American security and a fierce military
response to terrorism, it is obvious that none of us has any answers.
However, we feel compelled to ask some questions. Everything has a cause,
so we have to ask, What was the root cause of this evil? We must find
out not superficially but at the deepest level. There is no doubt that
such evil is alive all around the world and is even celebrated.
Does this evil grow from the suffering and anguish felt by people we don't
know and therefore ignore? Have they lived in this condition for a long
One assumes that whoever did this attack feels implacable hatred for America.
Why were we selected to be the focus of suffering around the world? All
this hatred and anguish seems to have religion at its basis. Isn't something
terribly wrong when jihads and wars develop in the name of God? Isn't
God invoked with hatred in Ireland, Sri Lanka, India, Pakistan, Israel,
Palestine, and even among the intolerant sects of America?
Can any military response make the slightest difference in the underlying
cause? Is there not a deep wound at the heart of humanity?
If there is a deep wound, doesn't it affect everyone?
When generations of suffering respond with bombs, suicidal attacks, and
biological warfare, who first developed these weapons? Who sells them?
Who gave birth to the satanic technologies now being turned against us?
If all of us are wounded, will revenge work? Will punishment in any form
toward anyone solve the wound or aggravate it? Will an eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth, and limb for a limb, leave us all blind, toothless
Tribal warfare has been going on for two thousand years and has now been
magnified globally. Can tribal warfare be brought to an end? Is patriotism
and nationalism even relevant anymore, or is this another form of tribalism?
What are you and I as persons going to do about what is happening? Can
we afford to let the deeper wound fester any longer?
Everyone is calling this an attack on America, but is it not a rift in
our collective soul? Isn't this an attack on civilization from without
that is also from within?
When we have secured our safety once more and cared for the wounded, after
the period of shock and mourning is over, it will be time for soul searching.
I only hope that these questions are confronted with the deepest spiritual
intent. None of us will feel safe again behind the shield of military
might and stockpiled arsenals. There can be no safety until the root cause
is faced. In this moment of shock I don't think anyone of us has the answers.
It is imperative that we pray and offer solace and help to each other.
But if you and I are having a single thought of violence or hatred against
anyone in the world at this moment, we are contributing to the wounding
of the world.
America: The Good Neighbor
Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently
to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a
Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his
trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record.
"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for
the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated
people on all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain
and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured
in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these
countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to
the United States. When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it
was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted
and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it. When earthquakes
hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help.
This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody
helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars
into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing
about the decadent, warmongering Americans. I'd like to see just one of
those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States
dollar build its own airplane.
Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo
Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they
fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American
Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on
the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You
talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about
American technocracy, and you find men on the moon- not once, but several
times-and safely home again. You talk about scandals, and the Americans
put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their
draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets,
and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting
American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.
When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through
age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad
and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose.
Both are still broke. I can name you 5,000 times when the Americans raced
to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time
when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there
was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbors
have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing
them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag
high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands
that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one
Stand proud, America!
By the way, just to get back to sanity, my little dog
Jessie (a cocker cross) reached her 16th birthday on May 13th, not however
before suffering a quite severe stroke at the very end of April. Thankfully
she is now fully recovered, still chasing sticks and still following my
every footstep; which is not always helpful. My good friend Jerry Mellonie
however was not so lucky………
Jerry Mellonie was born on June 19th forty nine years ago. He died in
the Halifax Hospital in the early morning of Friday May 3rd after suffering
two heart attacks which came almost simultaneously. A man of extremely
high intelligence he dropped out of teacher’s training college to
become a booking clerk for British Rail but later went into the licensing
trade managing both The Dolphin Public House in Robin Hood’s Bay
and The Puzzle Hall Inn in Sowerby Bridge. His funeral was attended by
more than 200 people which is an indication of the popularity of the man.
He was well represented by the ‘folk fraternity’ a form of
music he deeply loved but which for some strange reason was not represented
in the service. Folkies in attendance with myself were Bill Leader, Stanley
Accrington, Neil Kimber, Tonky Hepworth, Tim Moon, Padaer Long and John
Adams amongst others. Jerry owned a narrow boat – so perhaps it
was fitting that his cortege was along the Calder and Hebble Canal on
a narrow boat rather than in the customary hearse. He had that uncanny
knack of being able to say something extremely witty that you wanted to
say as well – the problem being that he was saying it whilst you
were still thinking of it! I spent many enjoyable evenings in the company
of Jerry and well recall that he came on tour with my wife and I on one
occasion visiting a number of folk clubs whilst also taking in Shep Woolley’s
50th birthday celebration. He loved the countryside and took great pleasure
showing us around The New Forrest and one particularly strange drinking
hole – probably one of the smallest pubs in Britain. Jerry had entered
hospital with a viral complaint of the heart, was not on the danger list
and was expected to be completely cured within 2-4 weeks. He had been
a heavy smoker however and I have to wonder whether the sudden deprivation
of nicotine, which is imposed on smokers when entering hospitals, was
the route cause of his death. Jerry is the second person I’ve known
who has died under these circumstances in the last 6 months. With 200+
people at the celebration service for his life it is an understatement
to say that he will be greatly missed. In Sowerby Bridge it is truly an
end of an era.
Some very interesting letters this month and a couple
of amusing stories to end – so I’ve laid over ‘Ramblings
Past’ till next month.
Ah, you have raised the issue of preserving those rooted, (often) green
things. I share your lack of interest in plants, but have raised the issue
of guitar buyers who prize Brazilian rosewood. My letter to Acoustic Guitar
magazine was published, along with an answer in June 2002's issue. But
here's a commentary from the column I keep on our website. (Should we
be singing about species preservation while playing Brazilian rosewood
guitars? I think I wrote to you about this issue some months back.)
My letter to Acoustic Guitar Magazine did get published (June 2002), though
it has been somewhat modified, as has the original answer, which was sent
to me some weeks back. The original letter questioned the notion of having
virtually killed off a species of tree for the sake of having pretty furniture
and nice sounding guitars. And, if we continue to buy vintage guitars
made of Brazilian rosewood, aren't we perpetuating species extinction?
The published answer is, 'yes,' because mahogany is next in line. It's
sorrowful to see animal species decline and eventually disappear, though
I could do without killer bees. Saving trees seems a bit less determined.
We're trying to save the remaining sequoias, and you should take a quick
drive to check out the few tall Carlisle Pines here in Concord, Massachusetts
to see what is worth preserving. Maybe guitar manufacturers ought to develop
their own policies instead of relying on mere legalities established by
federal governments, and maybe we guitar players should express ourselves
by raising questions about guitar building materials and their renewabilty.
You'd sure be boycotting tambourines made from seal skin.
Happy birthday. Don't take it too badly. No one really knows what
wisdom is, or isn't!
David Fishken (USA)
I'm finding that your "Ramblings" stick with me for a few days
after I read it. I've noticed for myself that when someone spews negativity
on me, it sticks with me longer than a compliment. I don't know if that's
just me, but I'd guess not. Our local folk scene has an open mike that
is broadcast on the radio. As a matter of fact, you could listen over
the www if you had a mind to. Anyway, there's a good deal of paranoia
generated in that scene about who garners approval, and who doesn't. There's
a young component, and an older component that are somewhat at odds with
each other. The older players tend to be more traditional, and folky and
the younger players are generally rock based musicians
I've just accepted that there's going to be some negativity here and there,
and to try to make SOME attempt to avoid being part of creating that atmosphere,
although I've been guilty of being small and mean on one occasion or another
(as much as I hate to admit it). Kristi (my wife) is a member of a 20s-30s
jazz group. They get plenty petty and mean towards each other from time
to time. Of course I don't get involved there, other than I get to talk
to Kristi about them. I probably imagine more negativity than I actually
experience. We all crave approval. Even my friends who I see as being
very successful and highly approved of have their feelings of paranoia,
often rightly so as people are commonly jealous of success.
We are looking forward (VERY MUCH) to our tour, meeting lots of people,
seeing lots of history, and having a great adventure. Let's just hope
you're never the last folksinger on earth Joe!
Sincerely, Steve Nebel (USA)
I want to add a comment to your ramblings...print if you want...
Many years ago I was booked by a 'folk club' full of folk in Truro. (A
well known cathedral town still run by very religious people who will
not allow licenses for rave type music for younger people because it is
not worthy enough to them.) The 'organiser' of the 'folk' club knew my
style well enough.
I dragged the gear down the side of the pub to the back room, set up and
started to sound check. In comes the 'organiser' and announces "you
can’t use that EQUIPMENT here, we don't have amplified music here,
this is a folk club". I protested that they knew I used a small pa
and that I could not do the gig without it as I used a little electronics
with my guitar sound and anyway I had a streaming cold and my voice was
croaky and would need to be amplified to be heard. They and two 'resident
musicians' insisted that amplified music was not 'folk music' and so not
feeling well enough for a battle about the definition of 'folk' music
I gave in...packed up...and went home. I’ve heard so many battles
about this same issue in 20 years. What a strange inner sanctum of exclusive
people with narrow definitions of music many of the folk clubs became.
Then in the eighties they all got national about the need to preserve
the tradition. Now they are plugged into every financial grant they can
Ten years later the same two 'resident' 'musicians' came up to an engineer
at a folk festival near Truro asking him for ...
1. a PP3 battery for his violin effects unit...and
2. a jack to jack lead for their chorus pedal unit.
I laughed inside VERY LOUDLY. They did not recognise me as I had short
hair and no beard which had been all over me for the previous 12 years.
I was the engineer. They were crap, unprofessional and out of tune. Audience
members left in droves. Stuff their narrow hypocritical attitudes...I
promoted hundreds of gigs around Cornwall from 1975 to the current day.
The emphasis is always on tolerance and a wide and inclusive definition
of acoustic based music. I get regular emails and letters from people
all around the globe who have reconnected with me via my website and many
of them comment on 'the fantastic and magical night' they had at one of
the many gigs I ran in the fields or on the cliffs or in the village halls
that all allowed families with children to attend.
Recently I have been to a couple of 'Arts in the community' type workshops
and have spotted some 'folkies' who have made community their issue and
have weadled themselves into a paid position with a title so they can
pontificate about 'folk' music and dictate a lot of what goes on in their
area. Again they seek to be plugged into every financial grant they can
find and get titles to please themselves with. If they don’t personally
like you then there is no chance of a gig in 'their' area. I am pleased
that 20 years ago I started to become a musician with a wider brief that
has served me well. I still love folk music but can never forget the stupid
narrow attitudes I met here in Cornwall where I have lived for 32 years.
I do not make my living from 'folk clubs' anymore. Now I live from my
music commissions, CD's and interesting gigs. The best folk music is not
in the clubs it’s out on the street and down in the slums and out
in the fields inside tepees and tents. (Yes we still have slums in Britain).
Stuff the 'folk aristocracy' for their favouritism and exclusive prejudices
that have often excluded singer/songwriters. Did the writers of those
'traditional' songs get the same flack? If a song is good it will survive
but it does not mean you cannot write your own expression about a contemporary
issue surely? It may not pass as a song which will survive for 200 years
but that does not mean you cannot write it or that others will not enjoy
I must be crap as I never get booked in Cornwall but I still run occasional
local gigs and they are always sold out. I am told I am "too electric"..."not
folky enough"...."won’t get past the Cornish Mebyon Kernow
mafia" etc etc. This is mostly because I run eclectic music gigs
in unusual places and encourage a wide range of art performances and styles.
Well, there are more important things to do. I’m acting contemporarily
about today’s issues. The Camelford Water Poisoning where we are
fighting for justice when 20,000 were fed 20 tons of Aluminium Sulphate
in Sulphuric Acid in 1988 is more important to me than singing about issues
that no-one can affect because they happened 200 years ago. (see www.environmental-assistance.org).
That’s the nub of it I believe. I write songs that are about now
not yesterday. I pin my flag to the mast of the ship I am on, not the
one that sailed by 200 years ago. It’s harder work and unsung but
far more valid. You never know what a song can do if it is relevant to
today’s issues. It’s so safe to sing about the past. Still
at least you can get a gig in a 'folk' club if you do. Onwards...time
is short on a very small and frail planet.
Keep the debates raging Joe...we all need to communicate more....one dream...one
Nigel Mazlyn Jones
Re your ramblings 20 and no funny story to end with, here is a "thought
for the day": "Life at work is like a tree full of monkeys,
all on different limbs at different levels. Some monkeys are climbing
up, some down. The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling
faces. The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes."
Finally a round robin letter from Hamish Birchall to Roger Watson that
came to me via Alan Castle and Lawrence Long. Whilst it was not addressed
to me I reprint it here because of its importance to the folk music industry
in general and the writer very obviously wants the information circulated.
Hamish Birchall is leading the campaign for revising the PEL rules.
Yesterday I attended a meeting with John Tiffney of the Local Government
Association (LGA) to discuss entertainment licensing reform. Mr Tiffney
represents the LGA on this subject when lobbying central Government on
behalf of local authorities. While I found him approachable and genial,
he made these extraordinary, and illuminating claims:
* There is no tradition of folk music in pubs in England and Wales.
* The low take-up of PELs in England and Wales was simply a reflection
of low public demand for live music.
On both points he rejected my suggestion that the uniquely restrictive
and costly licensing regime and years of heavy-handed enforcement might
be partly responsible. The LGA is a powerful lobbying agency for local
government. Many in the Department for Culture, Media and Sport still
give credence to these LGA views about PELs and their effect on live music.
I do not mind if you wish to broadcast this more widely to the various
folk web discussion groups.
While I don't want to encourage knee-jerk responses, I think it is important
that folk musicians seek confirmation of these views directly from the
LGA. Brian Briscoe is Chief Executive, Chris Butcher deals with cultural
policy issues. The address is:
Local Government Association
Local Government House
London SW1P 3HZ
What makes life 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants over 100%. How
about achieving 103%? Here's a little maths that might prove helpful.
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.
H A R D W O R K ( 8 1 18 4 23 15 18 11) = 98%
K N O W L E D G E (11 14 15 23 12 5 4 7 5 ) = 96%
A T T I T U D E (1 20 20 9 20 21 4 5 ) = 100%
B U L L S H I T ( 2 21 12 12 19 8 9 20 ) = 103%
So, it stands to reason that hard work and knowledge
will get you close, attitude will get you there, but bullshit will put
you over the top.
THE AXIS OF EVIL
Bitter after being snubbed for membership in the "Axis of Evil,"
Libya, China, and Syria today announced they had formed the "Axis
of Just as Evil," which they said would be far more evil than the
Iran-Iraq-North Korea Axis President Bush warned of in his State of the
Union address. Diplomats from Syria denied they were jealous over being
excluded, although they conceded they did ask if they could join the Axis
of Evil. "They told us it was full," said Syrian President Bashar
"An Axis can't have more than three countries," explained Iraqi
President Saddam Hussein. "This is not my rule, it's tradition. In
World War II you had Germany, Italy, and Japan in the evil Axis. So you
can only have three. And a secret handshake."
THE AXIS PANDEMIC
International reaction to Bush's Axis of Evil declaration was swift, as
within minutes, France surrendered. Elsewhere, peer-conscious nations
rushed to gain triumvirate status in what became a game of geopolitical
Cuba, Sudan, and Serbia said they had formed the Axis of Somewhat Evil,
forcing Somalia to join with Uganda and Myanmar in the Axis of Occasionally
Evil, while Bulgaria, Indonesia and Russia established the Axis of Not
So Much Evil Really As Just Generally Disagreeable.
With the criteria suddenly expanded and all the desirable clubs filling
up, Sierra Leone, El Salvador, and Rwanda applied to be called the Axis
of Countries That Aren't the Worst But Certainly Won't Be Asked to Host
the Olympics; Canada, Mexico, and Australia formed the Axis of Nations
That Are Actually Quite Nice But Secretly Have Nasty Thoughts About America,
while Spain, Scotland, and New Zealand established the Axis of Countries
That Be Allowed to ask Sheep to Wear Lipstick. "That's not a threat,
really, just something we like to do," said Scottish Executive First
Minister Jack McConnell.
While wondering if the other nations of the world weren't perhaps making
fun of him, a cautious Bush granted approval for most axes, although he
rejected the establishment of the Axis of Countries Whose Names End in
"Guay," accusing one of its members of filing a false application.
Officials from Paraguay, Uruguay, and Chadguay denied the charges.
Israel, meanwhile, insisted it didn't want to join any Axis, but privately,
world leaders said that's only because no one asked them.
I was having an out-of-body experience and almost astral-travelled away
yesterday, so I grounded myself and got centred with the help of my spirit
guides and then the phone rang. Sensing the negative vibrations, I threw
the I-Ching and checked my numerology chart, nearly having a primal, but
my energy was too blocked. So I did some bioenergetics and self-parenting,
took some flower essences and ate an organic oat bran ginseng muffin,
but my inner child wasn't feeling nurtured yet. To fix this, I had a Rice
Dream Frozen Pie, which, of course, made me hyper, so I did the relaxation
response technique I had just learned at the Self Healing Angst Tree Defoliating
Centre while listening to my subliminal tapes. But that left me feeling
depersonalised, so I did some polarity work, foot reflexology, and past
life regression, then rebirthed myself, and called Moon Beam, my body
worker, to make an appointment for a Shiatsu/ Reiki/Rolfing /Feldenkreis/Swedish/Japanese
deep tissue massage. Unfortunately, she flaked out and never returned
my call, so I decided to energise my crystals and do some positive imagery
because all my visualisation techniques and affirmations made my space
feel invaded. So to get empowered, I got a psychic reading from Mother
Heart Love around the issue of my assertiveness so I could feel my radiance
and have some energy for my psycho callisthenics and inversion swing before
my harmonic brain wave synergy session. This made me more focused for
my actualisation seminar holistic healing class and dream workshop. This
in turn made me clearer for my Gestalt behavioural cognitive transpersonal
Rechian- Jungian-Freudian-Ericksonian session at the hot springs, but
my aura was too weak for my trance channelling group, so I fasted until
noon to recharge my chakras. At that point, I sensed my intuition was
high and my cycle was focused, so I turned on my ion generator to open
up for my Neural Linguistic Programming session. But I needed to have
my pyramid recharged before my guided synchronicity meditation, so I got
some craniosacral therapy, which aligned me for the fire walk between
my tarot card reading and my sensory deprivation tank appointment. But
even after all that, I felt what I truly needed was a meaningful relationship
to mirror myself, so I went to my personal shaman, and then to my guru.
Unfortunately they were no help, so instead I went to the Intensive Whole
Life Earth Rebirth Cosmic Expo Symposium Workshop to find someone who
really knew what was going on. That didn't help either, so I locked myself
in a calcium coated Orgone Box and meditated until 9PM. None of it really
worked for me, so I got stoned and drank a six pack of beer -- and dude
. . . did I feel right with the world!?
Keep smiling and keep singing,