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lydiaconwell, 8 months ago to voyager

I found a good way to deal with #Scammers and #Telemarketers when they call.

Answer the phone with:

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

When I tried that, they hung up straight away!

#Voyager #EMH

Cat_LeFey, 7 months ago to tarot

This month for my #FullMoonArt I've crocheted a tarot mat specifically for celtic cross readings. The different colored squares help to make connections between cards in these large readings. For example, the white ones are all future-based. I got this idea from @caribouslim, who made a cool tarot generator:
https://pagan.plus/@caribouslim/111039327994613729

The colors of the cards made the core of the readings really clear for me, and I knew I wanted a physical one that I could place the cards on. I used whatever scrap yarns I had that worked together and added the black lines to mimic the craftsman-pop-art style of the RWS deck.

#Tarot #FiberArt #Witch

caribouslim, 9 months ago to 13thFloor

@13thFloor

"To those dark horses with the spirit to look up and see... a recondite family awaits." Welcome to the Jejune Institute, a mind-bending San Francisco phenomenon where 10,000 people became "inducted" without ever quite realizing what they'd signed up for. Was it a cult? Was it an elaborate game? Told from the participants’ perspectives, this film looks over the precipice at an emergent new art form where real world and fictional narratives collide, creating unforeseen and often unsettling consequences. Fusing elements of counter-culture, new religious movements and street art, this film invites viewers into a secret underground world teeming just beneath the surface of everyday life.

The Institute - 2013:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sK7myhXVyNU

#cinemainsomnia #documentary #arg

Thanks to @Mage_of_Aquarius for the link.

VVitchy, 7 months ago to random

#MastoMusic

The Hu - Sell the World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U96IOn7q6fM

Shake That Bagpipe - The SIDH - 2018 - Italian Celtic Dubstep (www.youtube.com)

There is no better day than Saturday to shake a bagpipe....

caribouslim, 8 months ago (edited 8 months ago) to random

Ok, this poll has been inspired by @Mage_of_Aquarius. What is your preferred weirdness level?

I didn't add 0% weird, because everyone is at least 1% weird, and 100% weird is just silly.

caribouslim, 9 months ago (edited 9 months ago) to 13thFloor

@13thFloor This one is for Cartoon Danny.

A not very long time ago, when I was on a shamanic calling, I ended up on the streets of Ashland, beneath the Sisikyous. I didn't know why I was there, other than the town is nexus of leylines that meet like a spiderweb, which turned out to be quite good at catching wanderers between worlds.

One of these wanderers was Cartoon Danny, a tall burly man nearing his seventies, with a burst of frizzy white hair and a top hat always adorned with flowers. He took care of a group of street kids, and I ended up becoming friends with him during the weeks I was there. He was huge fan of cartoons, especially Felix the Cat, and often channeled old cartoon characters in a high squeaky voice for much longer than was socially acceptable. Despite being homeless, he always had a bag of candy that he'd share with those around him, and he always carried a broom to sweep up after everyone.

Turns out Danny had been in Vietnam, commanding a unit that had huge morale problems due to losses to the Vietcong, until one night, one of his guys managed an insane night-time sniper killing streak. When he talked to the guy about it, the man admitted he was on LSD.

Danny was astounded at the effect, and started letting his guys take it to up their edge in the jungle. It was an amazing success, but Danny's superiors weren't happy with his methods after they found out. His units' activities were classified, and he was transferred to a desk job for the rest of the war.

When I heard this story, I responded "Holy shit! Have you seen the Men who Stare at Goats?"

"Whadda fuck is that?"

After the war, he ended up as a beat cop in San Francisco, and immediately ran into trouble again, as it was the summer of love, and he wasn't interested in busting people for smoking weed or dealing LSD. As a result, he was eventually kicked off the force, and he started a career panting windows.

He had ended up on the street in Ashland after his RV broke down in the mountains, and was towed before he could fix it, leaving him stranded for at least 2 years when I found him, partying every night and drinking as much as possible with the group of street kids he looked after.

One of those nights, I came around the corner to find him collapsed on the ground, lips blue, his kids screaming and calling 911. He'd done a hit of fent with them and collapsed.

The kids were freaking out, so I took the phone. The kids had given him liquid narcan and rolled him on his side (to keep possible vomit from choking him), but he wasn't responding and they were too high to listen to the 911 operator.

The operator told me to roll him on his back so the narcan could drip down his throat. Once this was done, like Lazarus, he started breathing and woke up just as the paramedics arrived.

After he was released from the hospital, I kept watch over him until it was time for me to leave Ashland. When he asked me why I was always hanging around, I responded

"Don't you get it man? There is nobody else in the world like you. You have shown kindness through all sorts of horrors, and you care for those around you even when the world has taken everything from you. Yeah, you're a drunk and a goofball and an addict, but you're a good person who's giving out kindness to those who need it most. You're the kind of person who makes the world a better place to be in. Why wouldn't I want to protect that?"

While he still drank during our time together, I never saw him hit the oxy or fent again. I hope he's still out there someplace, sweeping up after his street kids and tossing out candy with his Cartoon Danny cackle, fresh daisies tucked in the band of his battered top hat.

caribouslim, 7 months ago to 13thFloor

Looks like the space cowboys are returning from the rim of the galaxy, bringing home the Interplanetary Good Zone:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPkjnRIdQXQ

@13thFloor

caribouslim, 7 months ago to random

So, couch this in a what-if if necessary to maintain your paradigm's coherence.

As a three dimensional being, we use a two dimensional space as a canvas for rendering art.We use a brush or a pen to bridge the boundary.

Fourth dimensional beings do the same with the third dimension. We are their brushes and pens.

This becomes increasingly more terrifying the more you think about it. Especially when you consider things like who the hell is the artist? Am I being passed around in an art class? What exactly are they drawing? Who is the model? And why are they all drunk again?

On a personal note, I appear to be one of the crayons given to the crack-smoking kindergartners...

caribouslim, 8 months ago to random

the never-ending struggle to preserve a life of ease
comfort and convenience are their own pathologies
we didn't move a muscle when the ocean rose degrees
but tried to turn a profit from acidifying seas

to the earth say I love you
to the sky a bended knee

compensating slowly in the balance of our days
graft and buccaneering over series of delays
desperating daily oh the sun, our dna
never mind the sneering they were always in the way

to the earth say I love you
to the sky a bended knee
to the oceans say a penance
to the air a rosary

https://thedirectoryband.bandcamp.com/track/to-the-earth-say-i-love-you

From The Centre for Useless Splendour by The Directory.

Thanks to @keithmorrisnm and the Directory for the track and the right words for today.

caribouslim, 8 months ago (edited 8 months ago) to 13thFloor

Sunfire roses
cascading vines
waterfall whispers
a garden of mind

A symphony silent
and sparkling with life
lingering among echoes
of wonder and strife

An electric engine
in a neuronic embrace
the neurotic erotic
in this necrotic space

using rhyme
to shape time
into heartbeats
sublime
drifting on fantasy and brandywine
As summertime falls
into autumn piles
spinning blue moons buckwild
with harvest bliss
and a homecoming kiss
I can see them rising
over the fae falls
and the ash forest
beyond the Tilting Rock
calling the mist up from the scorched land
and charred memoir
caressing the burn scars
with moonbeam teardrops

Does Dionysus still dance in the hills?
Do the Sasquatch still run free?
Do the fae still parade their thistle blades beneath the oaken leaves?

They do for me
Even in silent soliloquy
the unseelie cacophony
Sparkles bright against the entropy
of cubicles and clenched teeth
fluorescent lights and too much bleach
the smell of the sterilization of imaginative belief

So I keep old Bacchus waltzing
make sure the squatches are well fed
belt out the blues for the little folk
and let them party in my head

'cause if I don't
the part of me
that wants to breathe
is already dead.

@13thFloor #13thFloor #poetry

caribouslim, 8 months ago to 13thFloor

Strong cast today - TL;DR: Today is a good day to do good.

Here's our breakdown:

Present: 10S
Challenge: Priestess Reversed
Past: Queen of Swords Reversed
Future: Page of Cups
Above:6S
Below: Knight of Coins
Advice: Devil Reversed
External Influences: Knight of Wands
Hopes and Fears: 2W Reversed
Outcome: Strength

Starting with the 10 of swords, that's a card of the final triumph of battle, as well as it's cost. It's challenged by a reversed Priestess, rejecting spirit in favor of conspiracies and manipulation. In the past, the Queen of Swords (remember her from yesterday?) is still drunken and reversed, but the Page of Cups is upright, and leading us into a future of new loves and infatuations.

Above, the six of swords looks towards the recovery from battle, helping the wounded, and looking towards a new view of the world. Below, the Knight of Pentacles and Coins is saving for a rainy day, building basis of new inventions (the two cards can be very positive together, especially for those you help).

To make things weird, however, the Devil is drunk, upside down, and sitting in the Advice spot. I'm gonna let readers interpret that as they may, but in my view this is advice about how to deal with the Devil rather than a suggestion that we listen to him whilst intoxicated.

External influences show the Knight of Wands leading the viewer to become a catalyst of change, joining the positive forces of the 6 of swords and Knight of Coins. Hopes and fears are the 2 of wands reversed, indicating worry about misleading folks in a rush to complete your goals.

But should you persevere, you end up with Strength, upright and powerful, as the Outcome. As I said above, this is a good day to do good.

@13thFloor #13thFloor #DailyTarot

Present: 10S Challenge: Priestess Reversed Past: Queen of Swords Reversed Future: Page of Cups Above:6S Below: Knight of Coins Advice: Devil Reversed External Influences: Knight of Wands Hopes and Fears: 2W Reversed Outcome: Strength

SavahRellcast, 7 months ago to random

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Mage_of_Aquarius, 8 months ago to random

CW: Eye contact, illustrated

"I'm the only one who knows the real truth and how the universe actually works" is such a standard type of guy by now that it's actually become very annoying. This type of guy doesn't even realize he sounds like an NPC himself because he decided on a frame of reality that satisfies the egoic impulse to be an extra special person with true insider information. The need for special info that puts one in a class of elite insiders is itself a form of addiction born of primitive and fearful instincts; the idea that the nature of this world is both very complex and an open question terrifies you, and so you engage in primitive accumulation of information, much of which may have zero actual grounding and merely satisfy your urge for pattern-matching.

One day, you are born. Someday, you will die. We don't really know what living is. We don't really know what dying is.

You don't know shit about anything. NPCs aren't real either and deciding on a framework of reality that robs others of their humanity actually makes you the worst type of person and fully lost in your own hypocrisy. You yourself demonstrate a lack of agentic qualities when you fail to remain curious and inquisitive about the conscious experience of the other beings you share your existence with. Drawing conclusions may present you with temporary utility that helps you navigate the current frame of your reality, but it also closes you off to the dynamic, ever-fluctuating and constantly evolving currents of experience. Take the gray pill and revel in the ambiguity that is the great Mystery* of our realm of shared being.

blankfrank, 8 months ago to poland

RELIC
Album sleeve (sadly empty) found in a thrift store.
#PsychedelicArt #Poland #PolskieNagrania

caribouslim, 8 months ago to random

The Weirdness level poll has concluded, with the following results:

1% Weird - 0% of votes
33% Weird - 29% of votes
66% Weird - 48% of votes
99% Weird - 24% of votes

Sample size was 21 participants. Results indicate that most folks prefer a weirdness level of roughly 50% - 60%.

What's interesting however, is that every participant desired at least a 33% weirdness level. This indicates to me that there's a need for considerably more weirdness in the world at large... but I'm probably a somewhat biased pollster, so take that conclusion with a grain of salt.

caribouslim, 8 months ago to 13thFloor

No one will believe this, but that's ok. We'll couch it in a what if to make it easier to digest.

What if, when you brought your creative will to bear, the energy that drove you to create was bound in your creation? A piece of your soul woven into reality. What would that look like from the other side of veil?

What if I spoke to someone from the other side last night, and they said that these creations are alive? That they ripple like firefish on the surface of an obsidian pond, the poetry swimming with the music, slipping through art and magick in fractal schools of imagination, the brilliance of math waltzing with philosophy, storytelling a prophecy of infinite possibility.

What if they sang that the Akashic record is a living ecosystem of imagination when seen from the in-between? And that the most curious thing is that even as we create it, it creates us - our dreams brush it as we drift in sleep, our desire is born within it, and we ourselves are the result of the creative spark in our parents eyes (or thighs, as it may be)....?

And what if this is why the fractal elves (themselves woven of this weave) laugh at us when we cross the boundary - just as we laugh at NPCs and characters like Deadpool who break the 4th wall?

@13thFloor #13thFloor #magick #philosophy #pagan

Arotrios, 8 months ago (edited 8 months ago) to poetry

A long time ago, in a Portland far far away, there was a ritual the wild poets used to practice at Roxy's after midnight beneath the neon Jesus. It was dubbed #TagTeamPoetry.

The rules are simple, and resemble a rap battle. The first poet writes a verse (or a couple, depending on where the muse takes them). Then the next poet continues the work while the first drinks and smokes - taking the theme of the last line as inspiration for their addition. The second poet continues writing until they're thirsty or stuck, and passes it back to the first poet. This continues until they either run out of inspiration, intoxicants, energy, or both agree that the poem is complete. Last verse wins.

If you have more than two poets, teams of three or more are permitted, but be aware that this is a volatile sport that often results in brawls of extremely dangerous lyricism the more poets are involved.

There are no restrictions on style - you can respond to a novel's worth of rhyming iambic pentameter with a haiku if it fits. Duels are more than permitted within the context of the poetry, and often produce some of the best results.

Now I'm aware that most on the Fediverse are suspicious of poetry, and rightfully so. You never know when a strange line of verse will make you laugh, or cry, or question your existence - so I'll be pleasantly surprised if I find any participants this evening.

That being said, there's a huge potential on the platforms here to have the most massive #TagTeamPoetry battle of history, and to add hyperlinks and music and videos and all sorts of whatever crazy bells and whistles you want. Plus, it's #ThirstyThursday and the Guinness just doesn't taste right without a bit of spice, so I'm gonna take the risk of shitposting into the void and kick this one off. Free boosts and upvotes to those who dare to reply in kind...

Round one
Staring at the sun
because
The song of a holy pug
Slipped inside the house
Setting eggs of inspiration a flower
A bower of Bedouins
surfing a timewave
as it crashed down into now
And how does the muse find you today?
Grumpy or frumpy or on the A train?
Are you in India? Egypt? Saskatchewan? France?
Do you wear lipstick? A mustache? Blue underpants?
Who the hell is out there that's got a lyrical soul?
There's no wealth for a miser who hoards the Fool's gold
So you may as well spill it and tell the untold
I don't care if you're shady, I don't care if you're slim
I don't care if you stutter your green M&Ms
I dare you to open your mouth and let the world in
'cause the silence of a poet's heart is a mortal sin

"Besides, if you don't, I win!"
squawked the crow, with a most beaky grin...

@13thFloor @pugjesus

caribouslim, 7 months ago to random

I've heard word that the Seelie Court is currently touring the Deep South in disguise. So be warned - if you happen to run into Obie Ronking and his old lady, Titicaca Annie, be wary of sharing of their Southern Comfort... Bottoms up can take a whole new meaning when those two go at it.

caribouslim, 7 months ago to random

Random #DailyTarot with no context, mainly testing to see how pagan.plus handles converting imagery from Excel with a couple of updates to improve interpretation from the Tarot Generator I've been tinkering with. That being said, big Moon energy coming through on this reading, leading to the Queen of Cups - all in all good signs for the future.

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Mage_of_Aquarius, 8 months ago to random

I have to admit I'm a little irritated that after periods of dormancy I will get unfollows on the socials if I go through a period of posting more shit. It at least made sense during my transition from more wiccalite pagan-y shit to AI art/technomancy shit that not everybody would be onboard with that. Now I just can't achieve a growth trajectory. I've done my best to be transparent that my online presence is for posting weird shit, yet I get unfollows when I post weird shit.

caribouslim, 8 months ago to random

Anger, blame, conflict, and resentment arise from our fear. When we are afraid, our body tightens, our heart is constricted, our mind is possessed. We cannot live wisely.
Forgiveness releases us from the power of fear. It allows us to see with kindly eyes and rest in a wise heart.
Live in joy, in love,
Even among those who hate.
Live in joy, in health,
Even among the afflicted.
Live in joy, in peace,
Even among the troubled.
Look within, be still.
Free from fear and attachment,
Know the sweet joy of the way.

—Buddha