A short entry. Not a bunch of verbiage, but straight to the point.
Enjoy.
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On The Menu: The Links/ Radio EarthRites 21st year/ A Bit of Art Bohdisattva #109/ A Beautiful Tragedy / W.B. Yeats – The Second Coming
The Links: Clear Spot/A Span of Autonomy / DMT Entities possibly Real? / Why Love Matters Most / Pure Awareness: 5meO-DMT / The Importance of Counter-Clockwise Dance Rituals
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Radio EarthRites 21st year:
Listen To Radio EarthRites Here / Want to Link Radio EarthRites?
Time flies when you’re having fun. 21 years ago, an online friend suggested that I put together a radio station. At that time my website was called Earth Rites, it was a mixture of neo pagan and psychedelic writings… it included a forum which still exist to this day.
Although the station is hobbled with my lack of promotional savvy it still continues and is on 24/7 365 days a year.
It is mainly music nowadays, but it has featured poet’s philosophers and lectures on the various subjects as well over the years. We recently had a week of poetry and if I can organize it will be having more of those in the future.
We have bounced around with various providers over the years. The biggest problem has been financial in supporting the cost. Our current provider is pretty good cost wise, but we do see the station going up and down on and offline a bit too frequently. I would love to be able to run a dedicated computer with enough bandwidth out of my studio. Hopefully we can work towards that in the near future.
I do want to shout out to our supporters who have helped keep us going over the years. You know who you are, and I so appreciate your support and care and deep interest in the music that is provided along with the occasional poetry and lectures.
At this point people usually ask for donations which is all good and well… I also understand that money is tight, and the cost of living is prohibitive. I would appreciate folks sharing out the links or even posting on the site what is the good, the bad, the ugly, the moving bits about the station. Feedback is greatly appreciated so if you want to comment, please do.
In celebration the 21st year we also have a new mix that you might appreciate. Please give it a listen share it out as I’ve said and remember station is here for all of you.
Deep Thanks To All!
Gwyllm
Catch the new show here, now streaming:
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A Bit of Art:
Bodhisattva #109
This is one of those pieces that I put together several years ago in the mid to late ’90s. India Ink, Pen & Airbrush. I used multiple friskets on this for all the different layers that you can see. The piece took several months as I had to cut friskets for each round of spraying.
Working with multiple mediums on a piece has its challenges. One of those challenges is fixing and or ignoring mistakes. They do happen. The key perhaps is to incorporate the accident into the body of the work. Bob Ross “Happy Accidents” and all of that.
This piece follows along the line of work that I have pursued since I first discovered Mandalas back in the 1960’s. I found the mid-late 90’s particularly fruitful for art. The momentum drifted away from physical art to computer in the early 2000’s but is now cycling back. (Thankfully).
Bohdisattva #109 is available as Blotter Art currently; it will soon be released in other formats.
If you have any questions about it, techniques etc., please ask.
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A Beautiful Tragedy:
W.B. Yeats – The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Thank you for visiting!
Gwyllm