The Cat Spot

Been listening to Sir Richard Bishop lately, who is quite phenomenal in my opinion. One of my favorite songs is " Taqasim for Omar ," off the album Freak of Araby . While listening to the song, I needed to know more about this "Omar," formally known as Omar Khorshid . Curiosity only fueled this cat. This music puts me in a mood to let go and surrender my body to the power of movement. For the next few days my room will be turned into a magical belly dancing sanctuary. If you feel like dancing, do it.

Please be mine...

I do not envy people who think they have a complete explanation of the world, for the simple reason they are obviously wrong. -Salman Rushdie "I'm not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it." -Niccolo Machiavelli

Been listening to a lot of R. Carlos Nakai lately whether it be during yoga practice, drivin in my mini van, or working with clients during healing sessions. Also recently got addicted to the series " Braking Bad ." Watching the show only confirms my desire to never try meth, while at the same time makes miss the beauty and soul of northern New Mexico. There is no other place in the world like it. also some "don't do meth" propaganda, which i fully stand behind: Spun is a great movie about daily life as a meth tweaker.

This book will be mine someday...

Into it. Check out the series "les mousses." I remember watching " Sesame Street " as kid and dreamed of what the puppets skin felt like. I imagined lightly stroking Burt and Ernie's faces simultaneously. My eyes tell me this is what their faces would feel like. This was always my favorite skit from them: Funny how the backside of a soft fleshy sculpture brought me back to "Sesame Street" and my desire to pet puppets. Much love :)

Can't sleep and can't get this out of my head.

Feeling lonely, Corrie made a wish for some friends to come play with her. Moments later, Corrie heard a noise in the other room and scurried to find out what it was. Corrie entered the room and found a wild woman crouched on her bed, wearing only one glove. She was intense and ready for some serious play time. She said, "Hope you don't mind, I brought some friends." "Let's start with your lower body. Feet are fun and then we will work up to the deconstruction of social constructs," said the wild woman. Magic Moods Layered intellectualism Corrie listened in complete ecstasy to The Androgynous One recite poetry with subliminal messages. A loud gong noise shook the room. Their play session was coming to an end. It was at that point where everyone needed to wind down. They said their goodbyes and made a date for the play session to pick back up in dreamland. Sleep was the next adventure. The cosmic pimp came and took everyone away. Just like that, t

you don't wash your butt, made a mental note when we took a shower your breath smells like you eat poop your toothbrush is frayed you found red bumps and accused me of giving you herpes because i slept with more people you can't have a herpes out break 24-hours after having sex, especially when the person you slept with doesn't have herpes i am clean you are dirty you keep empty tuna cans under your desk you sleep with ants they gave you the bumps you admitted to not washing your sheets for over a month we had mushy sex thinking about it makes want to puke on your crotch you should lick the pussy of an 89 year old woman who hasn't bathed in 3 weeks and has a yeast infection due the medical field failing to to recognize her allergy to gluten invest in your oral care buy some dial and wash your butt sucks to be you

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New research shows watching SpongeBob negatively affects their thinking. I'd like to see this research done in adults and how it affects their abilities. If I had a child, she/he most certainly would not be watching this show, although as an adult I do enjoy it. Maybe research should be done on the parents who allow their children to watch this stuff.

Recently discovered Escif from Valencia, Spain. I find his work to be technically clean with a powerful evocation of an evolution in humanity that is on the verge of ripening. Click on the image below to see more.

I bought my first deck of tarot cards yesterday, 9/11/11. Visited the store Alchemy Arts for the first time. I bought the Cosmic Tribe Tarot. When I got home, found out there is quite a bit of nudity and oddities in this deck, which was not displayed on the box. At first I was shocked,uncomfortable, and slightly embarrassed of my ignorance of tarot. I sifted through the cards and decided that I it was fine and I did no t make a bad choice. There must be a reason why I choose these ones. I love the absurdity of life and these cards capture just that along with natures mysticism. Starting last night, I will be drawing one card before bed to meditate on before entering the astral realm. The plan is to record the dreams, whether it be a story, information, or total nonsense. Through out the following day I will continue to meditate on the card drawn from the night before, as to process the astral and incorporate, explore, and learn through out the day.

Found this poem I wrote back in March 2010, while going through Clairvoyant Level II Training . -Woman Who Can't be Seen- Run run as fast as you can you can't catch me, for I'm the woman who can't be seen I linger in the depths of success I swim on the outskirts of unfulfilled dreams I walk down alleys of ideas never before seen I dwell in the fantasies of wanting more I weed out problems that don't stem from me, that continue to grow back and burden me I put up images that aren't mine, but of what other people think goes on in my mind Nothing is greater than what it seems A lie that sleeps with the unforeseen -

I've been battling my breasts since age 11. They have always been my least favorite body part. At age 11 I made a deal with God. The deal was that I would have a nice booty in exchange for my breasts. I started blossoming at age 9 and wanted to prevent the growth of massive breasts like my mother had. I stood out enough by my height alone. To be 5'5 at age 10 was mortifying and awesome, but mostly mortifying. Over night my body grew so fast that when I woke up I had some how developed a woman's body. Due to the rapid growth, my body became scarred with stretch marks on my breasts, hips, inner thighs. This also caused a great deal of insecurity for me. Only pregnant women and fat people get stretch marks, and apparently growing mutant children. 5 th grade I had this little boyfriend named Steve Sansone (pretty sure he turned me off to all Italian/American men). Not sure how we got into a disagreement, but he took it to a level a cruelty. My mother was fighting cance

As the days go by, the more unsatisfying life stays. Food, people, alcohol,places, nothing can ease this feeling of discontent and disgust with what I've allowed to come of my life. I reflect on a conversation I had with Kennyetta a short while back. "I love being a woman." -Me "I don't believe you." -Kennyetta "Umm...why? What makes you say that? I really do!"-Me "I've heard you say that before, and believed it, but right then, no way. I heard you say it, but it felt flat and forced, as if you are trying to convince yourself, but in reality you are actually disenchanted with being a woman right now."-Kennyetta "But I really do!"-Me "Sure. Okay. Here is the thing, you are hott as hell; could probably get any man; financially stable; and have the freedom to do WHATEVER you want. My question is, why aren't you? What's stopping you?"-Kennyetta "I don't really know. I'm figuring it out. I keeping h

While living in Austin, Texas, I explored different yogas . I was familiar mostly with Kundalini and Hatha . I wanted something different from the two and saw that an Ashtanga class at the time I desired. Before deciding to attend the class I never heard of it before. I read the little blerp about the class and didn't do any research before attending. The blerp mentioned that the class was for students who have practiced yoga for a while and are familiar with the primary poses. I figured I could get by. I arrived to class early and set my mat down, laid in savasana , waiting for others to come. A man entered and asked me which way we were setting up the mats today. I looked around and noticed three other people lined their mats perpendicular to the wall, and a few on the other side of the room had their mats facing the people on the opposing wall. Mine faced the front of the room. I quickly got up, smiled, answered in a light chuckle, and moved my mat, mildly mortified. The

The morning began at 4:46am for early morning sadhana practice in my living room. Singing, yoga, and meditation all happen within a three hour time span. This morning I decided to do a longer s at kriya than I have in a while. This exersice/meditation involves pumping the naval, and really gets things moving in the mid section of the body on the physical level. It was invigorating. I drank some tea, ate some miso soup with mushrooms and seaweed (seaweed makes my pee smell like the ocean). Lovely. Took a brief nap, and a dream came to visit: ~dream 2/7/11~ Still in Austin. Preparing to leave the city. One day left. Angelique wants me to meet her at this yoga festival. I didn't feel like going to the festival. I told her I would meet up with her afterwards in the early AM after everyone had left. A gathering for an unknown reason was to happen during that time. I spent the time in between in my semi-vacant apartment. Everything packed away except my deep orange tapestry centered by