oh boy, i only got to read more about kaila right now.
the other boy i was reading about who died had been given methadone.
i have to really soft focus here a little while gathering information and just trying to understand it so i am an informed parent.
š sad.
i don’t completely understand it.
bess
Eric, your photo speaks to me of just how distant heroin addiction death is from a natural cycle of our Mother Earth – and how yet she embraces us just the same, no matter what choices we make that bring us back to her.
Rufus Wainwright is good. Slightly reminds me of Jeff buckley with not so crazy emotional range.
Hey Simone, you’ve a space, not in creepy sense, I don’t do that sheisse. Not my bag. But I offer any person at planet waves the capacity to burn through me. I don’t have shit, but the space I have is one where you will only have yourself.
You’ve got to be decent folk to begin with..
Hey VQ, we should smoke a J together, and chat about this concept called ‘codependency’, versus the term ‘interdependency’. I love smoke, if I would grow my own tobacco, I’d be a happy being. (I’m working on my own happiness). I don’t fear others judgmental predications, their lives work for them. I, utilize me.
Way too much…
Love. Peace.
This picture–in a word is AMAZING. In my eyes, it conveys everything a photograph should be. It’s a sad story, and a beautiful reminder.
And heās to
sit on the ground, right there, to untie his shoes and stick in the moss. And then heās see
through the low bush that old graveyard just down the slope. And when he looks back up,
she woulda disappeared through the trees; but heās to keep pushing the moss in them
shoes and go on down to that graveyard where heāll find buried Grace, Hope and Peace,
and Peace again…
Beautiful photo in the sense of how we can feel Simone’s aching….. the truth that is reflected back to us……
Just looking at her hands feeling the earth is like she is trying to pull Kaila back out.
Heart wrenching.
Peace to Simone, Kaila and all of their loved ones.
I’ve known Kaila’s mom since the mid 1990s. She and Kaila’s dad were two of the most present parents you can imagine. She was turned onto heroin by her older half-brother when she got her driver’s license, and was commandeered into driving him to Newburgh to cop. He correctly surmised this would be easier if she was hooked. The guy she overdosed with was someone who she in turn had turned on.
One of the themes of the news these days is ‘death that is not supposed to happen’. I began researching a series on the wars of the 20th century and could not get past ww1 – sold as the war to end all wars and really the war that began the nonstop conflict we have existed within since.
Today is preview day as Mercury passes over the same points the Sun and Moon will transit during The Square and (closely following) the New Moon forming a trine to Uranus and squaring Neptune in the process. The lunar nodes are also involved. So is our old friend 1992 QB1. Listen to yourself. Listen to others. Make note of what comes to you through the media and your dreams. Mercury the messenger is running ahead, sending back reconnaissance.
In the meantime, the Sun will square Chiron before the weekend. This is not something to dread. Think of it as making sure you have your keys and the proverbial spectacles, wallet and watch before you head out the door to start a new day. Also before the end of the week the Moon will conjoin Saturn (and square Pluto) – feel your way through and breathe into this one – think of it as a Swedish massage.
In anarectic action, Transpluto (there but not there) is moving through the last degree of Leo taking what seems forever, making many of us wonder where we fit in, but once it’s in Virgo that should be more clear.
Offered in Service
I love Obama. Beautiful man. Just, disturbed in his position.
As far as names, I had a gal friend who used to talk about ‘real’ names. It confounded me. I had no idea how to even look. Her insight was beyond my perspective at the time. Slowly, throughout the years, I’m able to realize my own progression, Jere in reality.. and it sounds weird, but, she knew my name in Universal sense, perhaps not in reality. But it was never used, as far as I know.
Wow, this is an interesting space to have this conversation..
Kaila (beautiful), Simone (gorgeous), Love ya both!…
..Anytime friends.. (it’s just somewhere to be for a few.. and that goes for any of the cats kickin’ it at PW. I’ve a Library and a greenhouse, that’s all..) (Okay, maybe a guitar, piano, garden, and some weirdo friends who are pretty cool..) Don’t ever stress this shit. There are spaces to touch down before you continue working out the Life you so valiantly decided to occupy,.. IF you require. If you want.
Wow, reality’s getting pretty cool! I almost feel totally free. I’m beyond all the shit and I just need too Understand that.
Love on the trip..
J (as in a big ol’ juicy Joint!)
Jere. . . “Jere (donāt know my real name, Iāll figure it out by the time.)”
Two things (okay, three): First, at least you know that you don’t know it yet. That’s a BIG step in the right direction.
Second: You’ll be fine in the Between. The Name will be along, by and by. That’s better than the President’s coin for getting the pass into irreversible Clear Light. (Though, baby, he know what he’s doing, so give the man some respect.)
Third: Ignore Uncle Al’s instruction on the Name. He’s an imposter (as he himself freely admitted) and those instructions will land you in big trouble.
You’ll be fine. Kaila’s in good shape – though I do wonder about the lack of grass on her grave.
All love,
M
I like the alternative name for today: Remembrance Day. It should be not for honoring just the veterans, but rather everyone who has gone before us. A day to remember for what they did for us, the world, and themselves.
I give Simone my love, such as it is, and hope that the Goddess has granted her the peace she needs. May Kaila be remembered for the spark that she brought to whomever she knew, and her failings forgiven. Blessings to her spirit.
Hey Kaila, if you’re still in the ether when I get there we’ll have to have a conversation regarding substances.. I Love you. I’ve a few friends I have to chat with.. You’re welcome into the conversation. I’ve managed to stay alive (it’s a miracle) over my years, I don’t know how much longer they’ll keep me here. But, if you are there, look me up.. and I’ll put some effort into getting you to the conversation, provided I’m not illusioned and dumbfounded by the transition.. I’m pretty good with the shit but, you never know how the Universe will present itself at that time.
Simone, You’ve a lot of friends here. Use the shit if you’re so inclined. You’re a beautiful being with much to offer this world of choice. I hope you choose living. (And do it up like it’s never been done before!..)
Peace. Love. Beauty. Happiness.
Jere (don’t know my real name, I’ll figure it out by the time.)
Ladies, gents, I am keeping my head down today, focusing on some writing project due soon. The news is just too much these days. Please keep the conversation going.
thanks –
e
My heart aches with this photograph. One for Simone, and two, for senseless deaths from drugs. Addictions and drugs are at the core of more homes and loved ones than we know or could possibly think about. As I sit on my porch, with in eyes view, is a very busy heroin dealer. I often look at the people going in and out of his door, and wonder if this will be their last night. Its a crap shoot with that shit. I have fought my own demons and can Identify with those looking to fill voids with drugs. Simone, your in my prayers…..peace
Bless your heart from my heart, a silent witness in one of the wrinkles of your life.
oh boy, i only got to read more about kaila right now.
the other boy i was reading about who died had been given methadone.
i have to really soft focus here a little while gathering information and just trying to understand it so i am an informed parent.
š sad.
i don’t completely understand it.
bess
Eric, your photo speaks to me of just how distant heroin addiction death is from a natural cycle of our Mother Earth – and how yet she embraces us just the same, no matter what choices we make that bring us back to her.
Cool interview with Matt Johnson, The the.
Rufus Wainwright is good. Slightly reminds me of Jeff buckley with not so crazy emotional range.
Hey Simone, you’ve a space, not in creepy sense, I don’t do that sheisse. Not my bag. But I offer any person at planet waves the capacity to burn through me. I don’t have shit, but the space I have is one where you will only have yourself.
You’ve got to be decent folk to begin with..
Hey VQ, we should smoke a J together, and chat about this concept called ‘codependency’, versus the term ‘interdependency’. I love smoke, if I would grow my own tobacco, I’d be a happy being. (I’m working on my own happiness). I don’t fear others judgmental predications, their lives work for them. I, utilize me.
Way too much…
Love. Peace.
This picture–in a word is AMAZING. In my eyes, it conveys everything a photograph should be. It’s a sad story, and a beautiful reminder.
And heās to
sit on the ground, right there, to untie his shoes and stick in the moss. And then heās see
through the low bush that old graveyard just down the slope. And when he looks back up,
she woulda disappeared through the trees; but heās to keep pushing the moss in them
shoes and go on down to that graveyard where heāll find buried Grace, Hope and Peace,
and Peace again…
Beautiful photo in the sense of how we can feel Simone’s aching….. the truth that is reflected back to us……
Just looking at her hands feeling the earth is like she is trying to pull Kaila back out.
Heart wrenching.
Peace to Simone, Kaila and all of their loved ones.
I’ve known Kaila’s mom since the mid 1990s. She and Kaila’s dad were two of the most present parents you can imagine. She was turned onto heroin by her older half-brother when she got her driver’s license, and was commandeered into driving him to Newburgh to cop. He correctly surmised this would be easier if she was hooked. The guy she overdosed with was someone who she in turn had turned on.
One of the themes of the news these days is ‘death that is not supposed to happen’. I began researching a series on the wars of the 20th century and could not get past ww1 – sold as the war to end all wars and really the war that began the nonstop conflict we have existed within since.
Today is preview day as Mercury passes over the same points the Sun and Moon will transit during The Square and (closely following) the New Moon forming a trine to Uranus and squaring Neptune in the process. The lunar nodes are also involved. So is our old friend 1992 QB1. Listen to yourself. Listen to others. Make note of what comes to you through the media and your dreams. Mercury the messenger is running ahead, sending back reconnaissance.
In the meantime, the Sun will square Chiron before the weekend. This is not something to dread. Think of it as making sure you have your keys and the proverbial spectacles, wallet and watch before you head out the door to start a new day. Also before the end of the week the Moon will conjoin Saturn (and square Pluto) – feel your way through and breathe into this one – think of it as a Swedish massage.
In anarectic action, Transpluto (there but not there) is moving through the last degree of Leo taking what seems forever, making many of us wonder where we fit in, but once it’s in Virgo that should be more clear.
Offered in Service
I love Obama. Beautiful man. Just, disturbed in his position.
As far as names, I had a gal friend who used to talk about ‘real’ names. It confounded me. I had no idea how to even look. Her insight was beyond my perspective at the time. Slowly, throughout the years, I’m able to realize my own progression, Jere in reality.. and it sounds weird, but, she knew my name in Universal sense, perhaps not in reality. But it was never used, as far as I know.
Wow, this is an interesting space to have this conversation..
Kaila (beautiful), Simone (gorgeous), Love ya both!…
..Anytime friends.. (it’s just somewhere to be for a few.. and that goes for any of the cats kickin’ it at PW. I’ve a Library and a greenhouse, that’s all..) (Okay, maybe a guitar, piano, garden, and some weirdo friends who are pretty cool..) Don’t ever stress this shit. There are spaces to touch down before you continue working out the Life you so valiantly decided to occupy,.. IF you require. If you want.
Wow, reality’s getting pretty cool! I almost feel totally free. I’m beyond all the shit and I just need too Understand that.
Love on the trip..
J (as in a big ol’ juicy Joint!)
Jere. . . “Jere (donāt know my real name, Iāll figure it out by the time.)”
Two things (okay, three): First, at least you know that you don’t know it yet. That’s a BIG step in the right direction.
Second: You’ll be fine in the Between. The Name will be along, by and by. That’s better than the President’s coin for getting the pass into irreversible Clear Light. (Though, baby, he know what he’s doing, so give the man some respect.)
Third: Ignore Uncle Al’s instruction on the Name. He’s an imposter (as he himself freely admitted) and those instructions will land you in big trouble.
You’ll be fine. Kaila’s in good shape – though I do wonder about the lack of grass on her grave.
All love,
M
I like the alternative name for today: Remembrance Day. It should be not for honoring just the veterans, but rather everyone who has gone before us. A day to remember for what they did for us, the world, and themselves.
I give Simone my love, such as it is, and hope that the Goddess has granted her the peace she needs. May Kaila be remembered for the spark that she brought to whomever she knew, and her failings forgiven. Blessings to her spirit.
Hey Kaila, if you’re still in the ether when I get there we’ll have to have a conversation regarding substances.. I Love you. I’ve a few friends I have to chat with.. You’re welcome into the conversation. I’ve managed to stay alive (it’s a miracle) over my years, I don’t know how much longer they’ll keep me here. But, if you are there, look me up.. and I’ll put some effort into getting you to the conversation, provided I’m not illusioned and dumbfounded by the transition.. I’m pretty good with the shit but, you never know how the Universe will present itself at that time.
Simone, You’ve a lot of friends here. Use the shit if you’re so inclined. You’re a beautiful being with much to offer this world of choice. I hope you choose living. (And do it up like it’s never been done before!..)
Peace. Love. Beauty. Happiness.
Jere (don’t know my real name, I’ll figure it out by the time.)
Ladies, gents, I am keeping my head down today, focusing on some writing project due soon. The news is just too much these days. Please keep the conversation going.
thanks –
e
My heart aches with this photograph. One for Simone, and two, for senseless deaths from drugs. Addictions and drugs are at the core of more homes and loved ones than we know or could possibly think about. As I sit on my porch, with in eyes view, is a very busy heroin dealer. I often look at the people going in and out of his door, and wonder if this will be their last night. Its a crap shoot with that shit. I have fought my own demons and can Identify with those looking to fill voids with drugs. Simone, your in my prayers…..peace
Bless your heart from my heart, a silent witness in one of the wrinkles of your life.