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The Wooing…

m13-cluster We are in the cosmos and the cosmos is in us. -Matthew Fox — Dear Friends,Well, the major portion of the holidays have passed, and everyone seems to still be in command of their senses. (at this point) It seems that the established order of capitalism has been weakened a bit. I know of very few people who went on that giant credit bender that has been required to keep the wheels of commerce churning. Maybe the upheavals in…

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Winter Solstice – The Turning Wheel…

To Juan at the Winter SolsticeThere is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling, Whether are learned bard or gifted child; To it all lines or lesser gauds belong That startle with their shining Such common stories as they stray into.Is it of trees you tell, their months and virtues, Or strange beasts that beset you, Of birds that croak at you the Triple will? Or of the Zodiac and how slow it turns Below…

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A Winter’s Seance….

One of those large ones, I have to say… This is a convoluted entry… It walks across continents, opens doors, closes windows, summons spirits. The darkest days and longest nights takes this entry in like a secret lover up the back stairs. New pleasures, unknown territories and that sudden wonderful surprise in the dark…This is a Winter’s Seance: the spirits are rising to greet you.We are pleased to introduce you to psychedelic rock of The Asteriods Galaxy Tour… a dark…

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The Philosophers’ Stone….

This is a new Mash-UP that I finished this week. You can pick up the print if you like it at: http://gwyllm-arts.com Doing so, you’ll support the artistic community, and help keep this little project going.It has been over a week since I have posted, and I have to say I am having some problems with motivation. I actually have had this ready to go except for the Beardsley stuff for nearly a week. I have 2 other post that…

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Into the Red Earth….

So… we took off and out of Portland for an extended time over the Thanks Giving Holiday down to spend time with our friends the Nixon’s up above Medford Oregon… about a thousand or so feet up from the valley floor at their home on the north rim. clicky-clicky We were often treated to a view of rising and falling fog… one moment, the whole valley below looked as if it were a sea, with tumbling whiteheads, and then in…

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