Burning Times…

Thursday – Mid Day…

I have been mulling over this entry for awhile. It is based around a news item I saw in the Guardian yesterday. It is on the blog, so you can follow the logic and thought… I grew up thinking that tolerance was the gift of the present age, but I have watched trends develop that are most disturbing. In my mind the most dangerous form is Fundamentalism of any stripe, be it religious, scientific, atheistic, political or what-ever.

This is dedicated to those who bring forth a new day, based on love, tolerance, and mutual respect for all.

Bright Blessings,


On The Menu:

Hol Baumann / Fahrenheit Project 6

The Quotes

Thanksgiving Meditation

The Links

The Burning Days Return?

No One Expects…

Poetry: Rilke…


Hol Baumann…

I really like this young man’s work. I have followed his career for a few years, and thought you might like to check him out. If your are familiar with the Fahrenheit Project Series, you’ll recognize his name…

Hol’s work is to be found on the [Ultimae] Recording Label out of Europa…

Some of their copy on the new Fahrenheit Project Six: After a summer full of festivals and parties, Ultimae’s back with the 6th volume of the Fahrenheit Project series.

9 inedit anthems dreamed by our in-house artists: Solar Fields, H.U.V.A Network, Aes Dana, Sync24, Cell, Hol Baumann… but also new ambient values like Scann-Tec, Irukandji and Sundial.

More upbeat than the previous chapters, Fahrenheit Project 6 is the absolute soundtrack for your after parties, morning celebration or “sofatimes”…

A journey selected by Aes Dana and mastered by Huby Sea on the last ProTools hardware and software updates.

The One before the Last…


Thanksgiving Prayer – William Burroughs


The Quotes:

“Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.”

“If a thing isn’t worth saying, you sing it.”

“I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.”

“No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.”

“I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”

“Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.”

“Architecture is the art of how to waste space.”

“Ability will never catch up with the demand for it.”

“Against logic there is no armor like ignorance.”

“The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.”

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”


The Links:

Jungle Fever…

Door To Door Athiests

CIA role claim in Kennedy killing

Pitch Black The New Black

So what’s with all the dinosaurs?

Putting The Dark Into The Dark Ages…


The Burning Days Return?…

Catholic marchers turn on Glastonbury pagans

· Police arrest youth on suspicion of harassment

· Priest distances church from intimidation

In scenes reminiscent of medieval witchhunts, Catholic pilgrims in Glastonbury have attacked pagans and threatened to “cleanse” them from the town.

Local pagans were pelted with salt and branded witches who “would burn in hell” during a procession organised by Youth 2000, a conservative Catholic lay group. The Magick Box, a pagan shop on the route of the march, was also singled out and attacked.

Maya Pinder, the owner of the shop, said: “We’ve had to hear comments such as ‘burn the witches’, we’ve had salt thrown in our faces and at our shop, people were openly saying they were ‘cleansing Glastonbury of paganism’.

“It was as if we had returned to the dark ages. This is hugely damaging to Glastonbury … it is hard enough to trade in Glastonbury as it is, if you were to take away the pagan element it would be a dead town.” The Somerset town is known for having a large population of resident and visiting pagans.

The archdruid of Glastonbury, Dreow Bennett, said: “To call the behaviour of some of their members medieval would be an understatement. I personally witnessed the owner of of the Magick Box being confronted by one of their associates and being referred to as a bloody bitch and being told ‘you will burn in hell’.”

Father Kevin Knox-Lecky of St Mary’s church said that after meeting representatives of the pagan community he had decided not to invite Youth 2000 to the town again.

He said: “A family appeared who we don’t know, who were very destructive not only in the town and to the pagan community, but were also swearing at our parishioners as well.”

He said the majority of Catholics taking part in the procession had been well-behaved and respectful of the pagans.

The retreat was organised last week to mark the 467th anniversary of the beheading of the last abbot of Glastonbury Abbey, Richard Whiting, and fellow martyrs.

Youth 2000 describes itself as “an independent, international initiative that helps young adults aged 16-35 plug back into God at the heart of the Roman Catholic Church”.

It was set up 10 years ago by a disenchanted Catholic barrister who wanted a return to the traditional teachings of the church for young people.

Charlie Conner, the managing director of Youth 2000, said: “There were several incidents that happened that same weekend that were linked to people who had come to Glastonbury for the retreat. This was in direct contravention of the general spirit of Youth 2000 and its express instructions. The young man who was fined was not in fact registered on the retreat, although he did attempt to attend it.

“Youth 2000 does not condone or encourage this kind of behaviour from anyone. We fully agree that differences on matters of faith cannot and should not be resolved by any kind of harassment.”

A spokesman for Avon and Somerset police confirmed a youth had been arrested at Magick Box on suspicion of causing harassment, alarm or distress.

Two women were also given cautions and warned about their future conduct.


If Only… No One Expects The Spanish Inquisition


Poetry: Rilke…

The Sonnets of Orpheus I

A tree ascended there. Oh pure transcendence!

Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!

And all grew hushed. But in that very silence

a new beginning, sign and change appeared.

Quiet creatures gathered from the clear

unhurried forest, out of lair and nest;

and so it must have been, their stealthiness

was not born out of cunning or of fear,

but just from hearing. Bellow, cry, and roar

seemed tiny in their hearts. And where before

there barely stood a hut to take this in,

a hiding place of deepest darkest yens,

and with an entryway whose doorposts trembled –

you built for them an auditory temple.


And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing

which would infinitely enrich your life:

the powerful, uniquely uncommon,

the awakening of dormant stones,

depths that would reveal you to yourself.

In the dusk you notice the book shelves

with their volumes in gold and in brown;

and you think of far lands you journeyed,

of pictures and of shimmering gowns

worn by women you conquered and lost.

And it comes to you all of a sudden:

That was it! And you arise, for you are

aware of a year in your distant past

with its fears and events and prayers.

The Sonnets of Orpheus XIII

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were

behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.

For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter

that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive.

Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise

into the seamless life proclaimed in your song.

Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days,

be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

Be-and yet know the great void where all things begin,

the infinite source of your own most intense vibration,

so that, this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb

creatures in the world’s full reserve, the unsayable sums,

joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.