Closing the Gap

6 days until the the frog comes again. Perhaps I should’ve scheduled it on the New Moon, but moons, crystals, magic, all that stuff is just superstitious gibberish. At least, it seems to be anyway. Nonetheless, the frog is most definitely a savior on a cross, so to speak. The frog is very real, & the frog abides. The sweet sleep has to end, as yours truly must navigate this 3d prison planet with clear mind & strong body. Things are on the precipice, & each day that goes by, we get closer, & closer, & closer…to what though? What are we getting closer to? Death, that’s one thing, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I’m thinking maybe there was some kind of event we all incarnated to bear witness to. Maybe not. Maybe it is all for not. Just like the rotting swamp gas stench, it’s all just decay, death beginning immediately upon birth, like a once-flooded coastal wasteland, but what happens the other way? So many questions, & the worst part is that we all have the answers, only we’ve lost our memories, we’ve lost our “higher” abilities, & we’ve lost our minds, in many cases. Some don’t seem to have a mind, like real-life, real-time NPCs, so I guess they have nothing to lose, but I digress. Just like shutting off a vacuum cleaner. Nonetheless, the 3-year stint of of the silent assassin ends Monday. No more auto-pilot, no more days in laze, the purgatorial penance dawns on 6 days from now. The end? Or…the end?

The salad days are long dead & gone, & one comes to a time in their respective lives where they realize the party is over, the Great Party of being young is done. There’s nothing but moldy crushed bits of plastic red cups on the floor, something smoldering in the kitchen, & everyone else is gone, been gone, long gone, so what will you do? You weren’t supposed to get this far, but you have, so now what? Live in the party house forever, sleeping on couch cushions on a floor, until the roof caves in? Can’t just wait for the societal collapse now can we? How does one prepare for a “future” in this wicked world of debt slavery? So many questions, so many questions. Until next time dear readers, when the party ends, it’s over, & it’s time to move on. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

Ceremony 3

I know, I know, it’s been a while since i’ve posted. I’ve been very busy moving and doing some life-maneuvering. I put together this vid real quick for you all to enjoy. There aren’t many vids of this song that entail much more than the music…a few still pics but that’s it, so I animated it up for everyone. The lyrics are underneath the vid in the info box if you click the “Watch on Youtube” icon sooo… Watch. Enjoy. Share. Wide eyes open, love to all.

Ceremony 2

              

This song was written and performed relatively close to Ian Curtis’ untimely suicide. The remaining members of Joy Division formed New Order and released this song in 1981 with Bernard Sumner, the guitarist, doing lead vocals. There is an original version with Curtis singing here…  http://youtu.be/dYDXBI5ydxM  … and the New Order version here… http://youtu.be/jwkCDcl8kQM  … I couldn’t remember if I had uploaded these song lyrics before for you. If I have, here it is again,…if not, here you are…

This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask’s the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh I’ll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

 This image speaks volumes for me and others who suffer from some sort of mental anguish that accompanies this existence at times. Some of us are just a bit more sensitive to it than others. How hard it is to make them understand, especially her….

~written by Ian Curtis of Joy Division. His heart was a beautiful as his words and what a tragedy for this world to lose such genius. Rest well my friend. Love to all.

Ceremony Once More

Ceremony Once More

This song brings tears to my eyes for many reasons. Sometimes words do that when you hear them the right way. I’m very grateful and lucky to have experienced Ian Curtis and Joy Division. No matter what happens, their electricity is bound inside me forever. It feels like loneliness unbound. It’s a sadness you all can never understand, hence my tears. Some souls are just here briefly, souls filled with love crushed by the lack of it in this crumbling humanity. None of you get it. I’m all alone, either in madness or genius. But I’d rather be me with these eyes then to see what you all see. The other side is my true freedom, yours as well, if you know how to know it. These words are for none and all, as Zarathustra would say. The loneliest path is the hardest and the saddest but some of us are just on that road…. ES

Ceremony

This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask’s the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
Word will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

Ceremony

**NOT MY VIDEO**

 

Not something I usually do, but I am writing the lyrics down for Joy Division’s Ceremony. If you don’t know who Joy Division is, at first, my mind says,”Tell them to kill themselves.” But that isn’t right now is it? Joy Division is an amazing spark of genius from the late 1970’s. Ian Curtis was their frontman, yet another being not of this world. Too light for this dark existence, as are many true artists. Sadly, he hung himself at age 23, but what he left behind for us lives forever.
I cannot express how sad it is to me personally that this young life was lost to the chaotic madness of this reality. There is a pain, inside all of us, and some are just more sensitive to that pain than others. It’s a pain with no remedy, it’s like a cancer, and it eats away, driving you mad as it consumes you. Breaks my heart.

Here are some links to info about Joy Division:

http://www.joydiv.org/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Division

And here are the lyrics:

This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask’s the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
Word will travel, oh so quickly,
Travel first and lean towards this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Watching her, these things she said,
The times she cried,
Too frail to wake this time.

Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown,
Heaven knows, it’s got to be this time,
Avenues all lined with trees,
Picture me and then you start watching,
Watching forever, forever,
Watching love grow, forever,
Letting me know, forever.

Read up about Ian Curtis and Joy Division. Music is like a vibratory glue that binds us all together into a similar wavelength. The energy in that wavelength is what you feel when you hear your favorite music. It rides up your back, curling around your spine like an electric snake, sending waves in and out of you, with each breath, like a pulse. Ever wonder why it is that you like the music you like? All has to do with resonance, yours, the Universe’s, the frequency between those resonances. I will go more into music in a future post. For now, focus on Ian Curtis and Joy Division. If you know, know more. If you don’t know, inform yourselves. For your sake…to not know Ian Curtis is to not know… well, you’ll either get it or you won’t. Happy hunting. Ears wide open this round. Love to all.