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Video from Art Love Magic's Girl Show this past saturday. Performers: The Watchers (Me, Deb Driscoll, and Greg Ramirez), me, Jamie Reeves, and Iris Leu. Okay, may I just say that the night was AMAZING. We had a great turnout, raised money for really good causes, and had a great time. Please enjoy, footage courtesy Josh Reeves.

God it's been forever since I updated. But here's a repost from Myspace if you're bored. I stayed up till 4am last night recording new songs and getting the album together.
The new album will be called "The Land of Disbelief" and should be finished soon. Check out new songs on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/justdelphi">Myspace</a>, including "Tower in the Water," "Kabal," and "<a href="http://delphinations.com/2008/06/21/i-got-lost-in-a-dream/">I got lost in a dream</a>." <a href="http://delphinations.com/category/33rd-degree/">33rd Degree</a> will be on there of course.

The songs were written and recorded by meself but graciously mastered and scrutinized for preliminary clarity by Josh Reeves of the <a href="http://globalrealityshow.podbean.com/">Global Reality Show</a>, whose show on <a href="http://www.tnrlive.com">Truth Net Radio </a>also appears in Kabal. Special thanks to everyone, you know who you are, who listened and gave an earful back. :)

My life is slowly turning into the X-Files. It's glorious. www.stolenskies.net/blog.

I leave you with that.

Love,
Scully.

1) I'm in a band. The way we found each other was one of extreme syncronicity and luck. It's like finding old friends you haven't seen in 10,000 years. I'm finally learning that I can play and have fun and write songs with awesome folks. Check out the jam of "Walkin in the Pit" on my Myspace...

2) I moved to Carrollton. I have a pool and an amazing beautiful apartment that's really close to a wild green area where I've already seen two water moccassins. My band showed me this incredible nature preserve to hike in also, so I"ve been outside a lot. Getting tan and hopefully leaner, meaner, like a song-writin' machine.

3) Getting contract copywriting jobs as well as a part time job selling pianos! Yeah, my dream job. Completely. I don't care what they pay me, as long as I get paid to play. I literally walked into Encore Pianos on Tuesday and they offered me a job. It was weird, that's never happened before, but I like it. So yeah.

Because great things come in threes, I'm gonna leave it at that. Other great stuff is going on too, I just don't know what else to write about. Go tell it on the Mountain.

Peace.
me

&nbsp;I decided to channel all these odd things that have been happening in the holographic universe into a blog novel project with my good friend Adele. It's called Mary Kelly's Revenge: A Novel in Multi-Verse. The idea behind it is that characters and stories from other universes just one or two away from our own will write and record the end of the world as they see it. Replete, of course, with links to odd stories and strange goings-on. I've been reading a lot of Robert Anton Wilson lately, and it's certainly infecting my writing habits. I'm going to try and update every day, so subscribe if you like whatcha see:

Mary Kelly's Revenge: A Novel in Multi-Verse
by Cheryl Anderson and Adele Martin

Additionally, it should be noted that some of the content is lewd, often embarrassing, but entirely fictional, because life is lewd, often embarrassing, and entirely fictional.

I watched In the Valley of Elah last night, and at first I was skeptical that it was going to be good. It seemed like a typical murder mystery: soldier comes home from Iraq, goes AWOL, they find his body cut up and burned, and think it's linked to drugs. You know, because they don't drug test in Iraq and those Mexican gangs selling Meth just pray on returning soldiers. Which does happen. But what really happened was WAY more fucked up. WAY more. Can I stress how WAY MORE FUCKED UP what really happened was than a soldier who's got a drug problem, tries to score on his first weekend back, and ends up getting fucked over and brutally murdered by a dealer? Yeah, that's fucked up. But the plot reveals no stereotypical Hollywood ending. So if you haven't seen the movie, watch it. Because when it's all said and done, and you're shivering in your blanket, eyes wide and tears brimming, there's a moment when it all sinks in: it really happened.

Let me make this clear: I believe it's important to defend yourself. Sometimes that means killing people. If anyone ever tried to hurt my dog, or my niece, or one of my friends, or my parents, and I was physically there and could physically stop it, even if it meant killing them with whatever tools available, if they weren't going to stop, I'd kill them. I've killed a water moccasin with a hoe because he was nesting next to my horse and almost struck my mom. I felt bad, because he was just doing what any old snake would do, but it was necessary. Killing him made me feel sick to my stomach. It was just a snake, you say. Well, it was life. It was blood and flesh and fangs bared. Death is a part of life, though, and sometimes life needs death to continue. I'm a relatively strict vegetarian, but that doesn't mean I'm going to lay my head on the tracks while my rights or the rights of those I love are railroaded over.

What I'm opposed to is violent, spiritual, tortured death. It happens when you're raped. It happens when "preemptive war" becomes synonymous with "Patriotism." It happens when you're tortured. It happens to factory-farmed animals in a slaughterhouse. It happens when you come home from a cesspool of atrocity and can't deal with the shallow materialistic hologram of reality that is American culture, and you blow your own brains out. It happens when you're a 21 year old boy given a gun and told to shoot brown people, and then told it's okay to laugh, it's how you deal.  And it happens so frequently and with such fervor in war that I have no doubt that there is some cyclical need, not by all people, but by the few who manipulate the many, to keep the heart of a blood thirsty god pumping by gorging itself on a feast of human suffering. It's a cult of death, people. Plain and simple, dark and furious.

So that's where I stand. It's a lonely little place that's got a few supporters, but our numbers are growing. When people talk about the casualties of this war, and how there are so few in comparison to every other war we've had (none of which, by the way, have been formally declared since World War II), I just want to scream. It doesn't matter if it's one person or thousands. I don't think people realize the effects of torture, either. It doesn't just affect the person being tortured. It's the torturer who has to keep on living with her or himself, and it's the taxpayers on the other side of the ocean who go to sleep every night with nary a thought that their money is funding systematic soul-killing.

That's it. That's where I stand. I don't want a child to grow up in this world. I want to change it.  And it's cold over here, but it's getting warmer.

So Monday I got a call from my mom: Heather's in the hospital! Gonna have the baby! OMG! RUN!
I called Heather, and she was much calmer. Don't worry, not going to pop any time soon, still have to wait and labor...So no missing work for me Monday afternoon. My mom came up though and stayed with me, and after we ate dinner we went up to the hospital. Still not much change though, and when we went in to see her, she was having very painful contractions. I didn't realize she'd been having really really painful contractions for, like, 2 days. It scared me to see her in such pain. But Heather's tough as shit, so I figured it would be okay.

Anyways, eventually they decided they'd have to do a C-section to get Taylor outta there. That freaked me out as well, but it didn't take long and was very routine. And then they brought out my little 8.2 pound niece, Taylor Lynne Steele. I'd post pictures, but I'm a bad blogger and lost the thingy that hooks up to my computer from my camera. I'm sure I'll regail you all with good photos that other people have taken at some point...

Yesterday, I got to hold her for almost an hour. I've never really been around babies much. They freak me out, mostly because I'm afraid of dropping them. But Taylor's different. She just feels...right, like she's solidly in this world and not goin' nowhere. She cooed in my arms and I calmed her after she started crying, and I realized it's just like holding any other living thing--you transfer what you're feeling to it, and it picks up on that. So I put myself in a state of calm love, and she slept very peacefully, moving her mouth around and smiling in her dreams.

I'm really excited about being an auntie. I'm not really Heather's sister, of course, but I don't think blood chooses our relations. Taylor's birth has made me come to several realizations about what I want for my life and how I want to help hers:
 
1) I'm not moving out of Dallas. I'll travel a lot, go down to Austin a lot, but I want to see her grow, at least for right now. I've got friends and family and now her and Tom and Heather here, and I just think it's where I need to be. Sorry, old self who was fourteen once and thought she'd never speak to her family after the age of 20; sorry, old self who thought the only good place to live was out of Texas. I think it's important to strengthen and build on the community you're in, not just flee like a jackrabbit in heat...

2) I want to show her that you really can live however you want, as long as it's in accord with your soul. I want to show her that you can make it as a writer, or an artist, or a musician, and you don't have to starve or be crazy.

3) I also want to show her that you don't have to be married to live a really full life. My Aunt Em is 45, hot, and single, and she has always taught me that women can choose to be whatever they want to be. Lots of my friends are married, and I've realized recently that I don't think I ever want that for myself, at least not for many years. I love and respect all of them and their decisions and their husbands are awesome. It's just a personal thing for me. I want space, freedom, and a lot of that comes with uncertainty...but it's all okay in the end.

Anyways, I'm a dork for her, and I'm very excited about making more paintings and writing her a book. I don't know what else will come of this, but she's already made Lacey a midwife and me an old maid! So congrats, Taylor, you're changing us all!

Whatever you think about the war, please read this post.
Also:
Peace Rally and March in Denton, TX, tonight at 5:00pm, starting at the Willis Library and ending at the Courthouse. While this is a serious matter, many of us are having some fun with it, because laughter keeps us sane. I'll be there as a cheerleader for peace. yeah. Pictures to come.

And a plug:
www.StolenSkies.net/blog

That is all.

Well, here's me rambling about the Illuminati again:



StolenSkies.net

More on www.StolenSkies.net

March 19: Anti-War Demonstrations (5th Ann. of Iraq War)

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Reply to: comm-609412141@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-17, 4:13PM CDT


EVENTS AROUND THE METROPLEX FOR MARCH 19, 2008
5TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE IRAQ WAR

DALLAS, TEXAS
4:00 to 6:00 p.m.
Dealey Plaza (Elm St. and Houston St.)
5 Years Too Long - End the Occupation Rally

Dealey Plaza (Elm St. and Houston St.)
7:00 PM
CANDLE LIGHT Vigil for Iraq War Dead and Displaced By 5 Years of War


ARLINGTON, TX
5:00 PM to 7:00 PM
I Stand For Peace
Lincoln Square and Collins St I-30 Overpass
- Bring sign/posters to promote peace.
- A simple poster would be our theme “I Stand For Peace”
- No confrontation or negative posters; this is a PRO-PEACE event.

LEWISVILLE, TX
4:00 PM to 7:00 PM
5 Years Too Long End the Occupation
Office of Congressman Robert Burgess
1660 South Stemmons Freeway
(I-35 @ E. Corporate Dr.)

COPPELL, TX
7:00 PM
Candlelight vigil in commemoration of the anniversary of the war in Iraq
Andy Brown Jr. Community Park East
260 East Parkway Bvd , Coppell (75019)


PLANO, TX
7:00 PM
Iraq War Vigil
private residence near legacy
3320 Snidow Ct
Plano, TX 75025

THANK YOU Mad Swirl--oh holy god was that a good Mad Swirl. If you don't know what Mad Swirl is, go to www.MadSwirl.com and find the fuck out, before your brain rots in half from too much tv and not enough enlightened company.

Here's what I wrote last night and read about 20 minutes later, to a beautiful crowd of poets more talented than I've ever seen at any "open" mic:

TO BE SHOUTED FROM THE ROOFTOPS:

FUCK what’s real. We are the Universe;
A condom broken in the middle of starseed–
Channel that
Coming down all viscous light and acid-sound
The drums, the drums they speak of HORUS, rising
Every time you decide to live beyond your sacreligion,
Nature in a prison, carried-out, shook-up, piled up, waterboarded,
infected Malls of War, hospital beds–
Every time you decide to get out of your head.

FUCK what’s real. This place is a landing ground.
A place to be birthed from, not burned to the ground.
And if it’s true what they say, and the war comes,
I’ll see you on the train to the camps, the razor wire,
Pyres rising higher–find the answers in the fire in the third tower–
WHAT THE FUCK? How can this happen with such little time?
We just got a fax that his blood turned to wine
When Magdalene came–
Don’t forget that name.
She’s not too far down if you follow the game, like a chessmaster
I step into the Eye
of the North-South aligned Pyramid of the Sky and am squeezed–Deep–
Nothing sleeps eternal sleep.

FUCK what’s real. We are the Universe.
The Lotus-rocking Isis and Osirus, the twilight-sighing, lip-locked.
And you know, there’s snow in Atlantis.
And the signs are all around. Your mind is bound
but not gagged, trust me, you’ll be found.

If you FUCK what’s real.
And come in the mystery.

www.Delphinations.com

Okay, so a friend and I have started a blog about chemtrails, odd things, conspiracy shit, fun times in deep politics, UFOs, skeptical inquiries into the paranormal, losing your mind, and general High Weirdness. If you want to check it out, go to:

http://www.StolenSkies.Net/blog

That is all.

Peace,
me.

This morning at 8:25am, the sky over Denton, Texas was beautiful and clear blue. There were about 6 chemtrail streaks across the sky. As I drove to work, I saw one plane overhead that was spraying and several more chemtrails on the horizon. By 9:00 the sky was crisscrossed with the trails, and then it started to get very cloudy, like a yellow haze descended over everything. By 11:00 the sky was completely covered in a yellowish-grey haze.

Call me crazy if you want. I think there's something going on.  Forecast for tomorrow: Scattered showers. Imagine that...

urhg, trying to post a song on Myspace, but it's being dumb and not letting me.

Oh well. Try again latah.

Happy first day of the Texas early voting primary, kids! Vote, even if it's for someone who's dead.

Okay, so lately I've been pulled to figure out an alternative, natural substitute for the anti-depressant, Wellbutrin. They prescribed it to me last year after I'd come home from teaching and just cry all the time...anyways, it really helped, I don't mind it at all, I just don't want to be a cash cow for the pharmaceudical industry for the rest of my life. That, and my prescription was up for refill and I'd have to go to the doctor, which is another $40-50 down the brain drain. Now, judging from the way I felt before and the way I felt after being on Wellbutrin, I know there's something to that  whole thing of, "Some people just don't produce Seratonin as much as other people do." Trust me, if I'd been on that shit for more of my life, I'd probably be a very well-received doctor or lawyer and have made straight A's. Course, then I would've cared about fitting in. 

SO I know that I have to supplement with something. I have been reading about 5-HTP for a long time, and decided I'd try it. Anyone have any experience with it? I've been doing it for three nights in a row, just 50mg right now, and jesus...my dreams and my sleep have been so, so peaceful. I've been writing sweet songs all weekend for a project I'm working on to be disclosed at a later date (":D hee hee....) and I think it's really helped. I don't feel hungover or "low" like I do when I'm on nothing. I just feel pleasant, like I have the choice to be sad or not, and I just choose to look at things in light of the fact that all of this is an illusion, reality is what you make it, and everything you know or don't may or may not be real. Even the scary shit.

Last night I dreamed this long, epic dream about other worlds and finding these partners everywhere I turned, people to help and people who helped me. It was wonderful.

That's all, short post, gotta go to work...but yeah, that's the psychological state of the union for me. GO VOTE KIDS, whenever you can. ;)
peace,
me

Hey,
So...I'm really exicted about this. I've always wanted to publish a book and...here it is! My first book: Long Count: A Song of Days.  I thought I'd post it here.It's about all these mad characters who're experiencing the Shift on some level or another...Check it out. Love, Light, Namaste.

Exerpt from Long Count....

Introduction:
12 baktun . 19 katun . 14 tun . 14 uinal . 4kin

I am not interested
in the flights of false gods,
the carrion of magazine covers, shiny pretty toy drummers,
slick-haired, pinned-up angels whispering barely heard breath
through thick begging bangs, smoke drum machines,
thick cock guitars, pleading spotlight.

I am not interested
in well-dressed dolls, Aphrodite's discarded minstrels,
life-blood and vocals wasted on a perfectly healthy robot.
Give me a scream.
Way I see it,
we're in the end of things, the crossroads, the nether-parts
and this wheel's been turning long enough.

I knew it was a Tuesday
when I saw the Bearded One at the supermarket.
He bought a pound of flesh,
a copy of the Inquirer, a pack of Camels.
I bummed one for conversation.
As the smoke twisted his eyes
I asked him the time,
realized he was mourning it;
this nine-to-five salvation-on-the-clock gig
wasn't treating him so well.

He said:
Whatever kid you got left in there
that hasn't been entrenched in 12 month cycles,
six week report cards, state tests at 8 (no talking),
fear of next month's cramps, or fear of not having them,
Whatever kid you got that's interested
in getting out of town, riding a bus to no where
getting off in Vegas, heading west,
Whatever kid you got in your tangled hair,
your mismatched socks, your pain of abandonment,
your torn adolescence, tattered doll-friends and sad dogs:
Don't let them get interested in leaving.
There's a Time around the corner that everyone forgot,
where the sidewalk failed to recognize it was just bubble gum
below a pretense of rock,
This Time, it hides in tunnels safe from smog-sad stories
a far cry from any house of rising suns
but it's a place, none the less.
You should come.

I told him I wasn't interested
in the nightmare, I've lost friends to junk
might lose more before Christmas.
But Easter deaths are always worse.
He shook his head and said, No honey,
This is where you belong.
And he took me to the ancient workers of song,
where they'd made a shack from a home:
three twisted trees around two rusted railroad cars, confused cats
drinking wine in the yard from yellow moon-skinned bathtubs.
A broken gate-latch
lets most of our ideas out at night, he said,
but if you come out here,
away from the light, everything turns two shades more interesting.
Check out the stars, he said, the way the trees tell time,
and turtles line the soft streams of fatewater with strong backs.

So on this porch of un-baptized wood
We kicked back.
on a cinderblock mantle,
waited for the wind to blow a train whistle night—
waited with the panhandling cats and the old caboose,
waited with my beggar's songs and my tongue loose,
waited while our minds erased sirens from this place
waited with

time

(it gets me through)

Holy shit, I'm glad things are okay. There were moments of madness, but I think I'm making the right decision. Sometimes a good ole tarot reading will clear the situation up like tea tree oil on acne.  I don't care if you think it's bunk, because all we are and all we experience are reflections of ourselves, and you should know that.

We'll be moving to Austin in May. I think it'll be grand.

Also, I got an email today from www.zingology.com and they'd like to use "Introduction" as part of their featured poets section. So here you go, read on if you get the chance:

Resolution #1: Move to Austin
Resolution #2: Move to Austin
Resolution #3: Manifest money for Austin Move
Resolution #4: Make a toast to myself once I've moved to Austin

Any one have any suggestions? Where to live? Where to work? Who not to hang out with?

peace, and HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR; MAKE THE BEST OF IT AND LIVE LIKE IT'S 1999. 
so in otherwords, no gmail chat.
~me.