Posts Tagged ‘artist’

Coming To My Senses

 

When I wasn’t even fully awake this morning; my eyes not yet even open, the thought that came into my consciousness was ” No more assholes.”  I was waking up in the country to open my drapes to see the snow covered mountains to the sound of the early morning train. I love the sound of the train at night and the coyotes. The coyotes sound so hauntingly beautiful and mysterious on the cold and snowy winter nights. I woke up to waking up; to a feeling of coming back to my senses or the center of myself. It was a peaceful yet a radical awakening as I realized I didn’t ever have to fight anyone for anything when I was living in the city of Kelowna. I realized I didn’t even have to move to Kelowna to create my book and I realized, I can and I will, create whatever the fuck I want, whenever I fucking want to. When I left the city I left them to their own devices and I realized upon awakening that I always should have. I should of never cared what they thought of me or how they labeled me to suit their own purposes and insecurities. There ignorance was theirs to own not for me to trouble myself with even addressing, towards giving them or their issues any of my time.

My soul feels nourished once more and I do feel whole once more and reborn into myself and my own internal power. It is like I walked back into a mirror to walk into myself. All the names that they called me and all the things that they would have me believe myself to be, have fallen away and they are with them in Kelowna.

Before I awoke to my thought of ” No more assholes.” I had a dream. In my dream I was in a hologram and I was erasing parts of the illusion until it was gone. I stepped out of the hologram and back into my own life.. and so it was that Kelowna, I was in a 6 year bad dream that I allowed to be real by accepting the illusions that others projected towards me. My dream was my subconscious becoming conscious and awakening me to myself while I awoke. It was a dream of everyday magic; and that my friends is true awareness.

I have a new attitude towards my life now, I have a new attitude towards others who question my life and me as a person ( You are not my problem and I don’t have to explain a damn thing to you about my choices or my life )

I don’t need to fight anyone to be heard. If you don’t want to hear me that is your choice and it’s my choice not to give a damn and my choice to move towards life and happiness and way from assholes.

I am not going to waste my life and that is my time here on this planet, attempting to be the asshole whisperer. I am going to walk towards the light and happiness and teach my children to do the same. I am going to spend my time and energy on people who respect me, love me and who want to hear my message. I am turning my attention towards love, hope and joy. I am being fully emotionally present with my children, as in the past asshole’s nasty energy took my energy and time away from my kids. Not anymore. I am turning my back on all those who don’t matter and giving my love and attention to those who do..including myself.

I know logically it will take another 100 years or so before women have the same sexual freedoms and rights as men. I have done my part for society and for the human race upon writing my book ( The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine ) available on Amazon.ca

So now I am going to let it ride on the hands of fate. I will keep writing, but I am not pushing and I am not fighting.. what is meant to be will be.. I am going to enjoy my life and peace.

The Goddess in the Little Girl

When I was a little girl I knew I was a Goddess; I knew it wasn’t evil to feel that way.

I just knew; and I don’t know how to explain it.

I felt that nature was magic; I just knew that all the ancient symbols of magic came from nature. I just knew that the Earth was a feminine force. As adults we like to label and place everything in neat tidy spaces within our minds..but as a child you walk with magic.. as a child the veil is thin..because you still have one foot in the infinite. As a child you haven’t yet been fully tainted and poisoned from dogma and by other’s beliefs ( fears ) the innocence is so sweet.

My earliest memories were of not belonging to my birth family; I was called a wise old soul by many. I was thoughtful and quiet.. often adults forgot I was in the room. But I was also high energy.. I had to move and go places.. I was always wandering off.. off with my horse..with the dog.. off to find wandering brooks.. rolling meadows..big sky..with big thunderheads .. and in the night I could be found looking up at the stars feeling homesick. I thought I was from the stars; I was sure of it.. that I was a star that had fallen in the wrong place.. at the wrong time.. to people who didn’t see the magic.. let alone stars.. if I would shine too brightly I would scare them.. if I spoke too deeply I would offend them.. when I asked meaningful questions that other’s wouldn’t dare even think to ponder.. I  would bother them.. so off I would wander.. sometimes I would find other children like me.. not often.. but when I did we would wander off together to be Gods and Goddesses..we would disappear into our magical land.. and our powers would save the world.. we were safe with each other in the place of Amazons and Knights.

There is nothing new under the sun.. all the magic was always with us..and always will be.. but when we grow up it usually starts to fade.

Many artist manage to not grow up all the way; actors still play make-believe. Artist still see the magic; we manage not to trip into the traps of dogma.

But it’s difficult.. so many fully grown up gown-ups want us to give up..and they label our art as demonic or selfish.. evil and profane.. we are called lazy and crazy.

And I am crazy because I still see myself as a Goddess.. born on a star from a distant galaxy .. I think I was a blue star.. like Sirius..

And when I walk through the wild roses.. when I hike to the beach in my bikini.. my bare feet dirty and dusty.. feeling the Earth Mother become one with me..

I am an Amazon Goddess..and the wild roses grow like magic before me.. just for me

 

For more about the Goddess follow this link to my book

http://bookstore.balboapress.com/Products/SKU-000576933/The-Goddess-an-Expression-of-the-Divine-Feminine.aspx

On being a FAN

You can tell its a rainy stormy day because this is my second post today…

I am not a groupie fan.. even though I am a fan of some other artist and media personalities work. But I am too much of a free thinker and an artist myself, to follow someone with my head up my ass like many groupie type fans do. I don’t respect the groupie type fan because for the most part they are stupid; they live vicariously through their star of choice rather than just seeing them as a real and fallible person like the rest of us. It’s a big mistake; because the higher up you put someone and the higher up they allow themselves to be worshiped .. the harder the fall..for them and their fans.

I really have very little respect for celebs that turn their fans on to people who question their motives; I find it immature; irresponsible and cowardly.

I have come up against some celebs by questioning their motives or intentions.. to have them turn their fans onto me.. I guess it’s a lot easier than actually having to question themselves. I think the greatest fault is actually believing that your invincible or above humanity.. the universe always has away of giving a person like that sudden smack in the face.

I think the fans that question you hold the most valuable lessons for you..and that is why, when my followers question me.. I let them. It’s a very hard thing to do; because you have to weight the truth of the statement from other’s issues that they may or may not be projecting onto you… but listening and humility is the key to personal growth.

I don’t want to come off as a conceited jerk; or a shallow selfish person.. and so if anyone says to me that I am giving off that vibe I want to hear from them as to how and why. Many people have said to me ” Why don’t you block that jerk.” and I say ” Because it’s fascinating how people perceive me.. I could have something to learn here..but if they get down right abusive I will block them”

I never allow anyone to call down other people on my Facebook or on my other online profiles; I let them speak their truth and stand up for what they believe in.. but I don’t allow gay bashing, sexism or physical threats or if possible character bashing..because I am responsible for my profiles.

Of course I am not famous.. not by a long shot.. but if I was I wouldn’t have anything to hide..and I wouldn’t allow or use my fans to hide behind..

I think if your a celeb people have a right to question your motives; if you say you stand for something you damn well better stand for it.. or get off your high horse and off the red carpet.

Like Madonna says to her haters ” Bitch please your a fan.” and they are.. I feel that my haters..or what some people might call trolls; have taught me some very valuable lessons..

I think that questioning yourself; your integrity, your path, your message, your talents..and if your putting anything new or relevant out into the world is the key to true artistry ..

I am sure that’s just too fucking humble for some celebs.. but that is exactly what is going to keep them from breaking boundaries..from writing lyrics ..singing new songs or doing anything that will change society for the better.. if you keep your head up your popular ass and don’t listen to the public.. your just going to keep your same boring, plain Jane groupies.. sugar coating it for you.

But hey if that’s what you want.. keep it comfortable.

I am so lonely

 

I am so lonely because I am just not good with people; I am not good with people because I think to much. I am not good with people because I feel to deeply. You would think my curses could be blessings.. but it’s been out of balance. I am too different. People say ” Be unique ..shine ” But honestly people don’t like it when you do.. it makes people uncomfortable so when people are uncomfortable they get annoyed; when people get annoyed they lash out..and because I am very sensitive and I over think everything..I take it too hard I guess?

I have learned freedom is an ideal and that there is a price to pay for real freedom.. it means you will not be accepted; sometimes you will even be hated.

Artist are often not acceptable; unless they are creating works of art for mass market production.. like nice coffee table books, or singing already popular lyrics.. because people have already become comfortable with the ideal.

I don’t know.. maybe secretly I purposefully pushed people away from me.. writing the book that I have written; about women’s sexuality.. pissing people off using my own image in the photography.. taking apart religions?

But even if people don’t know me for my book.. maybe I give off ( Don’t touch me ) Don’t touch me because I don’t want you to hurt me. Don’t look at me that way… because it hurts me ” Wtf are you looking at?” ‘” Stop judging me with your glares and stares because I don’t look like you; move like you, think like you or talk like you” ” Just leave me the fuck alone if your going to be a fake asshole”

Of course I do the same thing to men.. I mean it’s not like I haven’t tried to let a few into my heart and bed.. but they lied and they hurt me… They say whatever you want to hear.. or they get insecure and the judge me.. because how dare I take such good care of myself.. it must be because I want lots of men..not just one good man. I must be a slut or fucked up somehow.. it’s like that.. I scare the good guys with my ambitions and attract the bad guys with my ambitions.. so now I don’t trust any of them.. the good guys say things to hurt be because they are being defensive and the bad guys tell me what I want to hear just to get laid.. so I am touch deprived.

It’s only human to want affection and attention.. it’s only human to want to be social and to socialize.. but I just don’t know how to do it. I can meet people and carry on conversations but I go too deep after a while.. I am too deep.. I am too much. I am too smart..and they say it most of the time like it’s a bad thing for a woman to be that smart.. for a woman to be intellectual and philosophical.. to be that into health and fitness.. I annoy people.. I make them uncomfortable..

But I get so lonely from time to time.. when my kids go to their dads..and I have time to realize how alone I am.. I see couples every where I go.. I see groups of people with tons of friends.. they are all so normal.. and they are happy that way..

I guess the only hope for me getting a man is to meet another weirdo like me.. another eccentric.. freaky, overly sensitive artist.. that needs to be alone sometimes.. and then needs love and affection sometimes..

Another gypsy perhaps..

Or maybe I am just being a delusional dreamer again.. that cannot spell..has horrible grammar.. who goes from highs and lows.. because artist are not too horribly stable sometimes..

Until then I will just keep myself from the desolation of horrible loneliness by writing and taking selfies. ( that will piss some people off I am sure )

Change Your Stars

 

There are always people who don’t want to see other’s dreams come true; especially the dreams of people that they think are beneath them. When people are born into privilege often times they lack in character and spirit.. so they hate to see someone with character and spirit come to access success or victory. They haven’t ever been hungry for it; they haven’t ever had to truly strive to make their mark or path, because it was already set before them. Often times they don’t really have a dream.. a real dream .. I dream that is a paradigm shifting, catalystic force. The privileged see fame as away to personally promote their own selfish means, rather than as tool to give birth to a message that brings wealth and success to all humanity.. so because they don’t have that drive, talent or even the ability to dream such a dream they will use their privilege to crush the magic before it ever reaches victory.

I am that dreamer. I am one of those; and maybe if your reading this.. if you searched up this topic; so are you.

We are the ones that come from the wrong side of the tracks; the ones born into poverty.. yet we still dare to change our stars.. dare to build our own worth.. to re-create ourselves into what we are told by the privileged we have no right to do.. But there are many who have succeeded us.. many paupers that became Kings.. many a maid that became Queen.. they are the ones that had heart..

It is that HEART..and that courage that those born to privilege will never understand.. it is what they are envious of.. It is that spirit that they wish to crush because they simply don’t walk within it themselves..and even though they walk on a gilded path.. they will never know the drive and the ambition of those that wish to change the stars they were born under..they will never understand true pride in the positive stance.. what it is like to be hit over and over again..but to keep getting up.. no matter what.

They are so jealous of the dreamers that think outside the box..that don’t color in the lines..that write their own music and the lyrics.. that dance to the beat of their own drum.. that pave and blaze their own trails..

The dreamers.. the rebels .. they think we are crazy, outcasts, weird and strange.. because our reality is a new reality.. we don’t live in their rules, we break them because they are stupid rules.. that tell us ” You will never be ready, don’t even try, you need to be certified and approved by the privileged few, before you can fly.”

But the dreamers, we don’t listen.. we take a huge leap of faith..and we build our wings while we fall..and we fail..and we fail..but by god we learn..

Some of us will not make it.. but what a beautiful, courageous story still.. making even failure into art.. but some of us.. will FLY

 

Original Content

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I better be very careful from now on about what I write because Mary Lawver is watching over my blog and reporting me to the RCMP.. I must realize that she has total control over the content of my blog and mind.. or Mary is going to tattle tale on me for writing vile content. I am a mother, so according to Mary I am not allowed to use vile language .. like the words ( fuck, fuck you, fuck off, bitch, cunt.. etc ) because Mary is the blog and online police.. if I don’t keep within her standards of tattle tale approval I will be reported on to Mental Health, my local papers, The Mayor of Kelowna, Google, Youtube, Facebook etc.. etc.. because I must do as I am told ..or according to Mary if I don’t follow her censorship I should have my children taken away from me and I should be forced into the mental ward.. and then I should be forced onto medication.. until I turn into Mary..

If I was to be like Mary.. I would behave like Mary online.. and post unoriginal content.. Yes nothing groundbreaking or artistic.. original or remotely controversial.. nope.. I would be keeping pure and safe.. and then if anyone should dare write about sexuality.. post any images of artistic nudity.. I would jump on that like a busy body.. and report that vile offender. I would then condemn them to be locked up and shunned by society.. yes that is what I would do if I was Mary.. and then I would secretly know that they were condemned to burn in HELL!

If I was Mary.. if the wicked sinners crossed me.. if they dared to stand up to my ultimate self righteous demands on their behavior and lifestyle.. I would call them bullies and a stalkers.. while I bullied and stalked them relentlessly under a fake name and image online.. because if I was Mary I would see myself as the supreme authority on all vile, sickos daring to call themselves feminist and artist.. secretly as Mary I would find gay people disgusting. As Mary I see mothers as being only mothers; they are not allowed to have dreams and goals past their children. If I saw a single mother being sexy and sensual online I would report that little bitch.

As Mary I have no original content.. so don’t know how to mind my own fucking business.. and because my mind is void of all creativity I cannot tolerate such crazy behavior online. I don’t know how to mind my own fucking business because I don’t have any creative hobbies of my own. As Mary my hobby is making you miserable .. you pathetic creative, crazy, sexy, freaks you make me uncomfortable with your liberal thoughts and attitudes. I cannot stand the thought of you having great sex when I am afraid to touch my own girly parts.

As Mary I haven’t ever had an orgasm.. because that is vile and evil.. that sexual energy and compulsion to wither about .. that is the work of the DEVIL.

All of you artist have multiple sex partners I know it! You have threesomes, and orgies .. I will have none of that! I will see to it that all unknown, sexy artist will be emotionally destroyed before they reach mainstream and taint the world with more FILTH! I fill fixate and hunt you all down by contacting your rivals and competition, to secretly have others do my dirty work for me. I will make sure they all know how disgusting and sickening your sexuality .. your orgasms on canvas, camera, screen, musical recordings, writings and withering dances are.. I will clean up the morality on this planet for the good lord commands me to do so as his good Christian Soldier .. I am Mary.. I am right.. all these sexy little artist and their sexual ways remind me of the withering pits of hell..full of demonic orgies .. Satan sitting on his throne of fire weaving his magic lust over his sexual slaves of creative compulsion!

I am Mary..and so I am like Mother Teresa .. I think AIDs is a curse from God.. to smite the wicked orgasming sinners.. those who fornicate outside of marriage and with same sex partners in orgies of artistic passion!

I am here to clean the world of such filth.. there will be no dancing.. no paintings of nudes, no lyrics sung or written of sex.. I will have all the artist and creative genius.. locked up .. medicated.. sterilize ..and their children taken from them to  be raised by me! ~ Mary

Cause haters gonna hate!

And the best way to deal with it.. is to have a good laugh at their expense.. all in the name of artistic expression.

 

All I ever wanted..

 

All I ever wanted was your heart

The diamonds, the sapphires, rubies and sparkly things couldn’t fill my arms ..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Just sit and stay with me; talk with me and walk with me and hold me closely ..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I wasn’t like the rest; I really was looking out for your best..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I didn’t need the big parties; I didn’t want everyone to see the things you bought for me..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Sit with me by the hearth; in your arms I have everything I have ever wanted..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I know you worked so hard to show the world what a man you are..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I didn’t need the fancy gowns or a golden crown or the crowds..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I was the one that waited alone in our bed for you to finally come and rest your head..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Oh I how I cried and cried and cried when you just would walk on bye..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I would beg and I would plead “Baby please stay a while with me..”

All I ever wanted was your heart

Now time has gone bye and we are far apart..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Madness, Madness, Madness

Madness, Madness, Madness

How I love thee, take me so deeply into the untamed seas,

Madness, Madness, Madness

Oh suffering so sweetly, completely engulf me in sultry,smokey sorrow like honey,

Madness,Madness, Madness

I give into you, I submit my will to you,I sink so deeply with the melancholy,

Madness, Madness, Madness

Oh tears fall like diamonds, tears like falling stars, oh how mysterious you are,

Madness, Madness, Madness

Blood red moon, oh how I swoon, black swan swimming on the rain soaked pond,

Madness, Madness, Madness

You bring to me what happiness cannot see; sorrow is so bitter sweet and heightens creativity,

Madness, Madness, Madness

In you all sensuality, sexuality, love and lust, romantic thrust in you, I trust in you,

Madness,

Madness,

Madness

Appropriating Inappropriate

 

I love words, totally love them. And I love to think and be analytical.  Meaning to take something that is complicated and make it simple for others to understand… so here we go.. I have been called inappropriate for my website, book, the way I communicate online by some very appropriate people.. appropriate meaning they see themselves as suitable for the way they chose to present themselves given the occasion.. to them being conservative is the key to professionalism and success.. but of course they are not artist and free spirits.. they are comfort junkies .. a comfort junky is someone who is uncomfortable with risk; especially social risk, they don’t have the dare devil gene; and that’s ok and all; but… they cannot define people like me within their scope of understanding because it is key-holed. Meaning their scope is to see within the box..fuck they are the box! It’s like looking at an eclipse through the hole in a paper box reflected on a piece of paper for the sake of safety… people like me are the fucking eclipse.. we are the show..

 

So I am appropriating my inappropriate behavior as fucking appropriate to me.. meaning I am taking ownership of the fucking occasion because I am the fucking occasion.. appropriating – taking possession of my fucking self.. what does this fucking mean.. it means I define myself.. thanks and your welcome. This means if it helps you to view me through your key-hole to make you feel more comfortable and safe.. that’s your fucking problem.. or if you have it in you to appropriate yourself and become you own eclipse than more power to you..and it is powerful not to walk within the fences and barriers of social norms and shit just to please other people that are just as miserable as you are for not being able to shine and show their true splendor… because they are too comfortable being bored and boring.. and afraid of standing out..

 

But of course.. well I think is obvious anyway.. but I will write it down… the lesson is for women ..as Goddess stuff is what I do.. that you will always be inappropriate if your not a nice well behaved little ding-bat-eyed little mouse. Double standards and shit.. you cannot win being nice.. so ” Damned if I do, damned if I don’t, so damn it I will.” and as we all know ” Well behaved women rarely make history.”.. and if you haven’t noticed I am writing herstory.. and yes I know ” Fuck, Fucking, and Fuck it” are highly inappropriate for a nice girl..but I am a Goddess so FUCK IT!

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