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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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"The Rock n Roll Psychic"

Some of my radio appearances over the past 6 months

A still from "That Ole Devil Called Love" -- photo by Andrew Kim

Another still from "That Ole Devil Called Love" -- photo by Andrew Kim

Various "Head Shots"

Acting Resume

Actors I have appeared on screen with

Manifestation 101

Magick keeps happenin' -- on Thursday, I said "I want someone to leave something. I want to find something good, literally, just laying on the ground". In my mind, I pictured this.

This is after my last "experiment" -- where I visualized a girl "picking me up" -- which, literally, happened about 90 minutes later. She actually followed me out of the store (again, no lie) and asked me to give her a ride to her car -- which was only 2 blocks away.

This think and it's so stuff . . . well, actually, it kinda rocks.

Also, did I mention I've been in 8 movies in the past month ?? Anyway, back to my story . . .

The very next day, no lie !!, SITTING ON TOP OF THE DUMPSTER, 2 big boxes of clothes -- good, expensive, relatively new clothes -- that fit, probably worth about $2000 . . . And I have a fairly "unique" body, small waist, big shoulders, long arms . . .

so the odds of a box of clothes just being "my size" -- on top of the fact that someone would throw all this in the dumpster (36 hours after I visualized finding a "treasure" just laying on the ground) -- probably not good.

Shirts by 7 Diamonds, Pronto - Uomo, and Joseph & Feiss. Three pairs of dress pants (perfect fit) and a pair of $300 True Religion Jeans (31 inch waist and they fit !!), a brand new suit jacket 40L with the tags still on it (in a bag), other shirts and jackets, a pair of swim trunks, about a dozen t-shirts and 6 ties, too !!

I am now a rich, HIP gay boy so I blend as an actor here in LA -- Ms. Kross says it's so (even better, I am going to SF in 2 days hahahahaha !!) --

AND he also left a Director's Chair, too. Which I carted off, as well. Movie Magick. Ask and . . .

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Life is an Adventure

** "Life is a daring adventure or it is nothing" **

** "Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence." **

** "What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me." **

all quotes -- Helen Keller

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I decided to "get out of the way" a few months ago and try to roll with whatever came down. This wasn't the "easiest" thing to do hahahahaha. . .

especially since I had TOTALLY exhausted whatever financial reserves I had accumulated from my days as an executive -- ALL that was gone -- and I was doing NOTHING, in the conventional, "oh dude you have got to get some money" sense to fix it . . . I just "believed" I would be OK . . .

I have lived off readings and nickels in the mattress for over 3 years now -- amazing :)

over the last couple of months -- especially the last 3 weeks -- I have had to make very quick eenie meenie minie wtf choices when 2 (or more) of the same thing popped up bang bang, sometimes just hours apart. Which movie, which choice HEEEELLLLLLPPPPP . . .

I have wanted to leave LA for the past 10 weeks yet there was always one more thing -- I was teaching a class, "The Psychic Justice Tour" was coming, I was in a movie, and then ANOTHER movie . . . SOMETHING -- that kept pushing it back a week . . . and that week got pushed back another week and then it was 2 months later and I'm still here.

I have no money, no established home, most of my clothes (and all of my furniture and personal items) are in 4 different storage units -- in 4 different cities !! . . .

and yet, somehow, I can show up on professional movie sets and give off a vibe of supreme confidence (not arrogant but contained) and it isn't an act . . . it is legit.

But how?

Trust me, too, when I say that I DID NOT want to go "oh, by the way . . . psychic readings? I don't think so" . . . but it was "insistent" and so, in that "OK, God, I'm trustn ya" state of mind I changed that, too.

My life TRULY is Mr. Toad's Wild Ride but I am riding it out . . . and I feel that my adventure (and the forth-coming chronicle of that adventure -- 'cause, baby, my life is for sure en-ter-tain-ing) has helped me in some, as yet, undefined way.

Artist or psychic, psychic or artist? Somehow I believe that soon, very soon, I will find a new magickal hybrid that combines them both in ways not usually seen . . .

How do you ride a tiger? I guess you just jump on and don't count the seconds until you're going to fall off. Whatever time you're on is magick . . . ride, Tigerboy, ride :)

Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Flood(s)

I think a lot of people are starting to recognize that the Earth is in a bit of an upheaval, with earthquakes almost every other day and other assorted ecological nightmares creeping out from the boogie man's closet every month. Record cold and snowfall -- this after a time when people thought "global warming" just meant milder winters and less chance of the Titanic accidentally hitting another iceberg.

After all, we are a conceited "God is on our Side" group and have lost the respect for our Mother Earth that she deserves. What could happen that FEMA and a telethon couldn't fix?

Actually, quite a lot.

I have been saying FOR YEARS that 2012 wasn't going to be the scary Armageddon, reach for the Bible year, that Hollywood looks to . . . the big year, to me, has always been 2010.

I have been pretty vocal in my prediction of record setting, like nothing anyone's ever seen floods happening this Spring and poof -- my prediction has started to come true. Rhode Island and the rest of New England . . . record floods; floods and deadly mud slides in Rio, intense flooding and widespread outbreaks of cholera in Zambia.

Iowa, England, Peru -- the list of places impacted by floods is growing weekly. And I believe that trend is going to continue. But here's the deal -- the floods bring more than just deep water. They displace critters and parasites that most people don't care to find crawling on their basement floors.

Sewage systems that are dysfunctional, waste of various flavors let loose -- airborne diseases and problems with the existing water supplies . . . not to mention the destruction of personal property and loss of life -- all these things (and more) are likely to happen this Spring.

Floods and earthquakes ARE the big news of 2010 . . . what this year is likely to remembered for most. This is a dangerous time -- a time of physical and spiritual cleansing.

I have walked away from my career as a psychic because I want to be able to say what I want to say without it getting muddied up by thoughts that I am sensationalizing my predictions to get attention in order to get clients.

I have waited for 30 years to give my "vision" . . . I have done these "things" in my life and in my career in order, hopefully, to have a platform to say what I need to say when the time is right.

2010 is the year. It is time to wake up . . .

The Scene of the Crime

Today (Originally posted April 2) has been an interesting day . . . got a call from a recruiter about a Change Management job down the road a bit in Santa Ana. I know these recruiters must look at my resume and think "bingo -- candidate jackpot !!" but when they start really looking at the dates then the bloom has to fade a bit from their recruitment rose.

I am overqualified for most of the jobs presented to me and yet the employment gap makes my fancy background suspect -- this is BEFORE adding rock n roll psychic, corporate whistle blower, liberal political hellion and credit outlaw in to the mix !!

Oops . . .

So sadly (or not), choosing to flip a big middle finger to the corporate world has not come without a rather hefty price tag. But, no matter, what's done is done and my desire to return to that world is not particularly high.

However, my rock n rolln joy ride in the City of Angels has also come with a fairly high price tag and I am finding myself sitting on the fence as to whether I want to stay here. Not news, I would guess, to people who may have been following my notes over the past few weeks.

And now that I am AN ACTOR -- well, it just gets even more complicated. However, I am STILL thinking about heading North towards the San Francisco Bay. I know where things are there, I know how to get from Point A to Point B with less wear and tear on my nervous system there and my furniture and books and CD's and on and on still live there . . .

But this is also where Lehna was conceived, where she lived in Beth's belly, and ultimately where she died. It comes to me like a loaded gun. I have made it back from her death but not fully back to a fully functional existence. Yes, in my own way, I'm a rock star and that is beautiful.

However, I want to slow the gypsy train down. I want to live in the same place for awhile and I am still not completely comfy cozy here in Casper Land. Anyway, more late night ramblings . . .

I want to feel OK (well as OK as anyone could) about losing my baby. about breaking up with Beth, about torching my career. I want to -- BAD. Perhaps going back to the Bay will help me do that. I don't really know . . .

But it is an idea that keeps hanging around. It is important for me to find out. Perhaps, it's time. Perhaps, it is . . .

Look Ma, I'm in a Movie

I spent a relatively restful day -- even though it started a little funky in that some dude with an even greater prima donna vibe than me (and yes this is not only possible but, in this case, SO OBVIOUS) played skeptic reporter and I made the executive on the spot decision (paraphrased, it goes sorta like this -- "Fuck ya") to end that conversation EARLY . . .

Did a bunch of readings (7 of them !!) the past 2 days -- and have 2 still left to do later this evening. I find now that my "inner speed" has picked up A LOT and I am finding that if I am not in the midst of some social whirlwind movie cameras in my face energy "then, hell, Myrtle, life ain't worth livin' . . . "

SOOOOOOOOO different . . . I had to turn down a paying gig on Friday, a paying gig in NY on Friday !! -- and a music video (that, conceptually, sounded intriguing) north of LA yesterday (as well as another software training contract) and it made me sad, I wanted to do EVERYTHING . . . I really do like doing this and I intend to do more of it.

VERY interesting turn of events, I think . . . and so, here is my quick recap of the first 2 plus weeks of my "career" as a professional actor -- and yeppers I've been paid so I AM a pro :)

1. Acting -- and actors -- ROCK . . . this also applies to directors and crew, too. In spite of the profile of neurotic self-absorbed megalomaniacs that accompanies many actors, so far I have found them all pretty chill. I am not sure if that is because lately I am a sooooooooo high energy that no one could match it or not, but my affection for actors and movie makers is high -- and growing with each movie I work on.

2. Social things -- once again -- MATTER to me so the likelihood of me dating and actually leaving the house after sun down is growing as well. I could never fully be myself when I was a Management Consultant (had to hide the "liberal New Agey Andy") nor really as a psychic either (where I had to hide the "competitive, fiery Andy").

Somehow acting seems to work though. I find, again in some crazy way, that I am feeling more "me" since I opened myself up to the idea of being an actor -- and that idea only really took root in my mind Monday (after wrapping my 2 days as background in "That Ole Devil Called Love") . . . the actors on this film were professionals, SAG members, and I picked their brains and started opening myself up to the idea that perhaps I, too, could do this.

3. When I was young (in my 20's) I acted some and I was always cast as the neurotic pretty boy -- a theme? Now I am more solid -- a cop, FBI agent, a Marine Colonel . . . that kind of vibe. More "manly" -- and I don't think this is ONLY because 30 years ago I had LONG HAIR and now I have NO HAIR. Something else is going on . . .

I feel "alive" now, more alive than I have felt since Lehna died in March, 2006. It has been 4 years since she died, 3 years since my finances CHANGED, 2 years since I lost my house in the East Bay. A painful time, indeed.

I don't know if I will be a successful actor or a TV psychic or anything else but I do know this. Now I feel as if I can be both artist AND psychic at the same time. And THAT . . . makes me happy :)

Monday, March 8, 2010

Cognitive Dissonance and the Blowback Economy

*These are a few of my blogs from 2007 / 2008, back when I pissed off EVERYONE, as opposed to now when I only piss off a select few. I was talking a few months back with Terry and Linda, The Psychic Twins, about past "predictions" and how inevitable they "seem" when you look backwards but people very quickly (and conveniently) forget how off the hook saying these things were WHEN THEY WERE FIRST SAID. I started publicly talking about an impending "housing crisis" in the Spring of 2005.

At the time this was like telling people standing in line at Walmart to go home when the signs all said, "Free weed whackers with a $10 purchase" -- and they were holding coupons for $10 off! Nobody could pass up the feed bag; at the time, NO ONE would (or could) hear what I was saying.

My "vision" has often been heretical and controversial and, to many, a source of extreme annoyance but, in hindsight, I do believe my "opinions" were closer to the truth than the common wisdom "at the time". Here are a few pieces from "way back" then.*

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Cognitive Dissonance and the Blowback Economy
(Originally Posted: November 20, 2008)

I tried to play the game. I really did. And, for awhile, anyway, I did alright (more than alright, actually) but I am an emotional guy and ultimately when a perfect storm of sadness crossed my path I crashed along the rocks and well there you go.

But the problem (as I see it) is not so much that I or maybe one or two souls just like me drop out of the world because they feel sad or pissed or confused or whatever but rather that there is a very subtle manipulation of emotions happening on a macro-level all across America. In plain English, the average American is being fucked with.

Hard.

With nary a kind word or caress or even some nice scented lube to make it just not hurt so bad and the way this is being done is kind of like this: you see one thing but hear another and since we are taught to believe in the higher power of AUTHORITY well the only thing you can really do is just go "oh I guess I didn't REALLY see what I just SAW".

The fancy Psych 101 term is "cognitive dissonance" and it is symptomatic, to me, of the age at hand. Cognitive Dissonance—our brains are fried, the wires all cross uncharted territories and even though the MK Ultraists behind the hollow throne of Corporate Daddy America have poked prodded and recorded every variant ever seen to every stimuli ever imagined, still the mass accumulation of imagery flying by in some vague horse shit what the fuck did I just see way when we've been youtubed and MTV'ed to death—well the jury is still out on how the brain will function when it reaches ouchy that just hurts me TOO MUCH status—and I am thinking that day may not be all that far off.

How will the brain and the body tied to that fancy little brain react when all the messages it has been spoon fed all its life go poof "do not look at that man behind the curtain do not look at that man behind the curtain do not . . . look" and reality intrudes in a way we have been CONDITIONED to believe could never CAN NEVER . . . happen. Well it is a sad day coming.

First cluster fuck . . . the ECONOMY. Oh my . . . a team of professional looters with giant Ryder trucks full of thousand dollar bills drive through town in broad day light while Corporate Daddy WAR BUCKS waves his magic red white and blue wand and the getaway Escalades drive off in to the Northern Virginia night.

It is a scam. SOMEBODY is having Thanksgiving and Halloween all year long and we just keep dropping golden Hershey bars in their baskets over and over again. Here little boy would you like something sweet? Something oh so yummy?

The economy is being driven to a dark side of town, the side of town where the poor people go . . . to find sustenance and maybe a song or a beer or a peck on the cheek while the masters party on the hill, champagne by the case, food and drink and pretty lace curtains all for them.

All for them.

Because that is what this song dance and patriotic flag wavin' Bible thumpin' charade is all about . . . bringing back the good old days when the rich were . . . well . . . FUCKING RICH. A gilded age.

Palaces and yachts and pretty French maids all in a row. One for you fifteen for me one for you thirty-two for me one for you one hundred and sixteen for me the square root of one for you three hundred and five thousand four hundred and two (cubed) for me . . . less for you just a teenie bit more for ME. A bigger car a bigger house maybe a title too . . . the Duke of Antioch, the Baron von Bush, the Fresh Prince of . . . oh sorry. . . the Earl of Ft Worth, the Duke of Oklahoma City, the KING of the FUCKING WORLD!

More More More.

More money for me, more stuff for me, more GIRLS for me, more love and adulation for ME . . . all for me . . . and none of those big tall black men with the giant pee pees stealing the NBA and the NFL and getting in my WAY and well really wouldn't it just be better if a little bit of applause went to some nice white boy from a good family . . . well wouldn't it?

It is that kind of smalldickwhiteboy (all one word) logic that is at work behind the Neo-Con game that is going on, a Ponzi scheme where old people with tiny pensions get left holding the bag while the banker's reward themselves with a bigger better something . . . just so they can say my something is bigger and better than . . . your's.

My dick is bigger than yours. Cognitive Dissonance. You hear one thing but you SEE something else.

There is a sad day coming. The economy, the war(s), oil and global warming and everything in between . . . a fancy Fourth Reich white boy eugenicist's wettest wet dream. A scam, planned, plotted, graphed and ruthlessly carried out right before our eyes, and while the magician is pulling a quarter from your ear, the pretty assistant lifts your wallet.

Cognitive Dissonance. You hear one thing but you SEE another. Quit listening and OPEN YOUR EYES . . . there is so much to SEE and it is right before your EYES.

Yeah buildings fall down just like that . . . and crazy men with sling shots living in caves can so EASILY attack the richest country on earth . . . and, my personal favorite, spending like a drunken sailor when you have no money well hell no one will ever really notice, will they. I mean, will they?

Corporate Daddy America . . . fucking you HARD . . . protect the share holders protect the share holders protect protect protect . . . it is all a precursor to the NEW Gilded Age. So much to see, so much to QUESTION, so much to just say "oh hell NO". Oh HELL NO . . .

SO FUCKING MUCH . . .

The world is changing right before our very eyes. But the ways in which we "understand" those changes—and "what it all means"— is going through dramatic shifts. The manner in which this "shift" (from seeing things "true" versus seeing them after "being taken for a spin by the doctors of spin") takes place intellectually is facilitated, in large measure, through subtle modifications in language. Words are descriptors of things or actions or feelings. They are not the thing described but, rather, a socially agreed upon sign to point the way to others.

Words serve as a bridge between people so that they may more easily share and understand their environment. Language allows individuals to express "meaning" to others in ways that are designed to elicit similar responses in the receiver of the message. I say it and hopefully you understand pretty much what I mean because we each know those particular words or phrases.

Words are both by-products AND determinants of cognition. The words we use are developed and codified within a particular culture but the mores and emotive anchors tied to those words, as defined by the community at large, also play a large role in determining "how we think".

You may have heard the concept "the map is not the territory"; well that is particularly relevant, I think, in breaking down how and why the "doctors of spin" are successful in making rotting lemons look like a tall cool glass of lemonade. Education and the socialization process accomplish many things but one of the primary outcomes of the educational system is the development of a mental framework within which to view individuals and events.

Not only does this "mental house" store certain pre-defined limits, it also stores a repository of associations that can be layered on to a descriptor—a word or a sentence—that influences, often in very dramatic ways, the manner in which a person or event is understood.

If we change the words we use to describe events we are borrowing associations tied to one word and layering them over the thing "we see" that, before, we called something else. The thing is still the same but the descriptor is now different and the baggage that descriptor brings with it now becomes part and parcel of the way in which the "thing" before us is now understood.

You say tomato I say red vine of happiness and well things are perhaps a little different than before. If eventually the tomato becomes the red vine of happiness then the associated meanings of the new term will influence the way in which we see what used to be called a tomato. Change the name, allow the name change to saturate the community and gain acceptance, and eventually the thing (in this case the tomato) will morph before our eyes.

It now "means" something "different" even though it is still the same thing as before.

The bailout of the banks is a "prime" (sorry for the pun) example of cognitive dissonance and subtle changes in value judgments as reflected in "mass consciousness", due in large part to the manner in which the bailout is described and the connotations implicit in the language used to describe it. A big debate and highly contested vote was held to determine if the funds should be allocated to help the banks but it has now come out that prior to the vote 2 Trillion Dollars (yes that is Trillion—3 times the 700 Billion requested for the bailout) had already been given to "someone" in secret—sorry can't say who—and rather than see this for what it seems, looting the treasury, we just assume that all must be well.

Our minds recognize that we are in a sorry mess, the administration is filled with secrets and everything they touch turns to gold for the wealthy (Bush's "base", the "haves and the have mores") and pain and misery for everyone else.

However, the words used to describe these transfers are designed to make it seem as if this was done as a benevolent thing—to help prop up the economy and save the little guy—rather than what it really is, borderline criminality, at a minimum.

The world is sick and the disease continues to spread. Until we begin to see things (and call them out) for what they are the average American will continue to feel an ever increasing sense of malaise and paranoia. The world is not what it is reported to be . . . but it IS exactly as it appears.

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Fun with Dick and Jane and the Mean Old Man from the Bank
(Originally Posted: September 26, 2008)

Well I could sit and say "I told you so" until I was blue in the face but (to use my most famous "line" from the past year -- "it doesn't take Nostradamus") the implosion of the American "economy" was soooooo predictable that it is sort of amazing, to me, anyway, that so few people could see it coming.

There are lots of blogs and posts of mine from the past 18-24 months saying that this was inevitable. Great . . . so fucking what, smarty pants . . . if you're so fucking smart then what does it all MEAN?

Well . . . I am going to try and answer that . . . here is what I have been saying . . . why I have been saying it . . . and what I think it SUGGESTS.

Going forward . . . a strategy, if you will. But first, the hows and why.

First off--the value of homes was artificially inflated for three primary reasons: (1) speculation. People saw the value of homes rising so quickly that they wanted a piece of that happy pie. As the rush for people to jump on the gravy train expanded, then the late stragglers (the "suckers" or the "fucked" -- pick your favorite or just mix and match to suit) came in and bought over-priced homes. . . most of them on "margins", basically, interest only or no money down mortgages that could ONLY work if the laws of "economic physics" were suspended, what goes up must one day come down, and so poof . . . BUMMER DAY.

People had been burned (RECENTLY burned, with the unhappy memories fresh in their mind) in the stock market and the dot coms had already cum and dot gone (dot gummit) and so with relatively low interest rates and a free-wheeling moving about economy fueled by news of big price spikes in some of the larger cities, buying (and oh my "flipping") houses became the latest get rich quick scheme. Homes were no longer places to live, they were "investments".

Not good oh no not so fuckin' good . . .

(2) lack of regulation. One of the biggest scams of the past 10 years has been the erosion of the safeguards put into place to protect the average person, like Glass-Steagall. Without these laws in place to keep everyone on the same page it (again, the laws of "emotional physics" -- if an envelope can be pushed, someone will surely come along to push it) was only a matter of time until unregulated sharks would go swimming in the unwashed seas . . .

. . . eating the little credit seeking fishies swimming in their soon to be bloody pool.

and (3) "bait and switch" math. "Well, hell, Myrtle, we've got to buy. The damn interest rates are 4.25 % and when we bought our home in 1981 interest rates were 14 and a half percent!" Problem is this--no matter what the interest rates, if the houses cost twice as much then that 3 % savings on the interest rates really just don't matter ALL THAT MUCH. Plus banks seem pretty adept at changing the rules after the games begin so . . .

again . . . BUMMER FUCKIN' DAY.

People are upside down on their houses. The house I live(d) in (and rented) would have listed for about $560,000 when I moved in 3 years ago. It would have gone up from that the following year (2006). Now it is probably "worth" less than $300,000. *(since this was written last year, the value has dropped to $210,000 – and is probably going to continue to drop)* That is a lot of negative equity. There are soooooo many people here in California who are just ruined. But it is not just the drops in home prices that are screwing the "average guy".

The risk on these questionable loans was packaged and sold (down the river) in a variety of esoteric investment packages that probably found a home at the end of the line in your company's 401K mutual fund. Uh oh, fucked TWICE!

That's right not only is your home value tanking but your mutual fund portfolio is littered with toxic fumes coming off the stink from these loans. And now, third stick up the ass, the "let's drown the government in the bath tub" economic evangelists suddenly have found religion and have repented of their foolish ways because they need us to bail their ASS OUT and, how, you may ask, do they expect that to happen.

By raising taxes. I am all for taxes, provided I get something in return. Privitization is the neo-con wet dream but it is so contrary to what is good for the group although it sure as FUCK is good for the corporations and since corporations are all that matter . . . since they control the legislation that gets passed and how existing legislation is interpreted . . . their word IS law and now the "little people" will pony up to the trough and help the masters get back on track.

But this is a lot like taking the bratty nine year old and scolding him but then just going "fuck it" here is a play station and a wii and a wide screen TV--and hell let's just get a couple of hookers for the little guy, too, you're never to young to LEARN and well, I am just not SO SURE this reinforces socially adaptive skills.

And before the robber barons looted the Treasury we might have used those tax dollars for things like roads and schools and lunches for underprivileged children and paying down the debt and well . . . the list could go on and on but NO we needed to play at the corporate casino a while longer.

Greed is NOT good . . . not when it goes hog wild. We are on the verge of a 1929 style depression only I expect it to be much worse than 80 years ago. Recession, fuck we are so far past a recession that it isn't funny. And one other stick up the ass--inflation.

To add liquidity to the market more and more money is going to start floating in the turd pool we call a banking system. This does nothing to those at the top but those who have saved for a rainy day well . . . sorry it is raining . . . hard.

All those fifties in the freezer suddently morphed into tens.

BUMMER BUMMER BUMMER . . .

But back to "privitization" . . I know a little about deregulation and privitization first hand as I was the lone "executive contractor" on CSC's $1.1 Billion outsourcing deal with ENRON--in fact, I personally wrote the Disaster Recovery Plan for Enron hahahahaha but also TRUE.

Privitization taken to its extreme would eliminate things we currently take for granted, like fire departments and public schools. House on fire? Well make sure you have your fire prevention service provider on speed dial or else

again . . . BUMMER FUCKING DAY.

I have publicly stated for several years that the world was going to CHANGE sometime around September 15, 2008 and all this madness is the tipping point, to me, for BIG changes.

What has happened to the "average Betty and Joe" over the last 10 years is that they have been robbed, stuck up and shaken down in broad daylight and most people were too blind or greedy (but mainly BOTH) to see what was coming DOWN.

And what was stolen?

Your labor your work, the effort you made to build a better world . . . because the fruit of that labor has been roped off by the corporate KINGS and they are getting ready to exact their toll.

And that my friends, is where the fun really begins . . .

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Embracing my Inner Outlaw
(Originally Posted: September 19, 2008)

They are gathered together, the captains of killing, in their dark cars, with slippery eyes and swollen fingers, staring out at the oil-stained fields of death. They want it all. They do. They expect it all. They plan to take it.

All.

And they will--unless we stand up, unless we realize that this is no different than Germany in 1933, unless we take a stand together.

As artists we must band together to let our words and images speak truth to power. As concerned citizens, people who care, we MUST take a stand so that others in this world can live in peace.

As people of color, all colors, we have to love each other and DO what is right and fair and supports the planet and ALL people, not just rich white people.

I have dropped my connection to the white boy world—no longer will I take consulting jobs, no longer will I lend my expertise to support and help corporations. My $175.00 an hour consulting jobs—GONE. My fancy Platinum American Express Card—GONE. My belief and acceptance of the "status quo"—LONG GONE.

Because if we don't stop it now something will stop US later on. Read a history book. Take a stand. Fight the power, fight the powers that be.

The Revolution (once again) WILL NOT be televised . . .

. . . because BIG MONEY OWNS "big" media. But that does not mean that the revolution will not be BROADCAST or that our collective voices will not be heard. Blog baby blog march baby march raise your voice your collective power to the people take back the street put it to the MAN voice and make shit happen!

As Carl Jung said "there is no coming to consciousness without pain" and this is COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS (as opposed to Jung's theory of the collective unconscious) that is springing forth from the pains and trials and almost total darkness of the past eight years.

The time is at hand to truly show love to all creatures, to embrace each other from our collective goodness and humanity, black white red brown male female straight gay no matter ALL PEOPLE as one voice one heart one purpose. That is the ONLY way out--the shamanic path the path of transformation the love of self and not-self and all that IS.

We can make a difference. We really can. Because if we don't stand up for what is RIGHT, not what is EASY not what will further my career or "social standing" but for once in our lives WHAT IS FUCKING RIGHT then we deserve the shackles and blinders that this New World Order has in store.

Power to the people the free people the people of ALL nations all continents. It is only through love that we can heal it is only through action that we can show love it is only by healing ourselves that we can save the world.

And there is just this much to it--the world needs us to save ourselves so we can reach out a hand to one another. FIGHT THE POWERS THAT BE.

peace . . .