Some of us!

The Psychedlic Talmud is done for the day. We worked on it for like eighteen hours with breaks, but there are thirty pages up at Deviant Art.

We also came to a quick conclusion, all art and all journals are going to go online, no more of this losing precious stuff to viruses and ratty external hardrives. SonShon needs to find a place where she can say what she wants about sexuality, probably MSN would be the place. I have had a hair up my ass about the cultural climate about sex for a long time, seeing as how the sexual revolution began over forty years ago I do not understand why parents are still ''protecting'' their children from sex. In talking with those much younger than myself I can see them getting squirmy and uncomfortable if I get going on more than a dirty joke. Guys my age often have prostate problems (I don't), just as the woman a few years younger than moi have theirs with menopause. It is a real good idea to have that ole prostate examined once in a while once you're past 40; if it starts to grow it can cause a lot of problems. If a man's prostate starts to grow in midlife it does ot mean automatically that he has prostate CANCER. As men age there is a shift in hormonal balance and on of the effects of this is having a softball up your ass. A proctologist pokes a proctoscope up into your anus and gets a look; bloodwork and an occasional scrape are included. Point of all that: you can read it here like anything else you read online and like so what. But if I bring up ''prostate exam'' in conversation, it's shit in the easterbasket time. Really! Grow da fuck up!

As there is little that we can do to recover the stuff we lost when the XHD went until I get my middle of the month check, we've made a quick decision to keep as much as possible online. This means that my personal journal is pretty much ended as an around-the-house item and I will be keeping it on-line, probably the bulk of my daily personal nonsense over at my MSN blog and things relating to my arts and the Community will go here at Blogger.

Pictures will go to Webshots, and our more serious art, like The Psychedelic Talmud and the Imaginator Cards will go to DEVIANTaRT. Some of the more Dadaist stuff, including the .gif flashers we create from here on out, are going there as well. By the way, we did like a dozen pages of the PT and have them up at Deviant, the first five pages at Webshots. Music is rather up in the air; we're fortunate that Sara created the CDs from the .wav and .wma files we have in the XHD. Until we find an alternative, no music is going into this hardrive but temporarily, like if we want to create an anthology of something - then it'll be upload, produce, make CD and delete.

Another day, another computer crash. An external hardrive (XHD) which we'd installed after the virus decided it was not going to work any more when I went to shut off the computer last night. Nothing has brought it back, either: rebooting, reformatting, system restore. This means a trip to a tech $hop. $igh.

So all the art and music and writing we've done since the middle of October is locked up safe n sound in a little inscrutable aluminum box. This too shall pass, we'll just keep right on doing things.

I found this great place about a month ago - DEVIANT Art. On Thursday I joined and posted a bunch of my stuff. It comes with a journal, and you can post literature (yours) as well. I thought it would be another pace of anonymity, like Blogger, but in two days I've made like ten friends.

My surgery went well. I was given a prescription for vicodin, which has been next to worthless as a pain-killer. It makes me STUPID and groggy, allowing me 45 minutes to an hour's sleep, but then I would be awake and hurtin. This night past is the first in which I'd been able to sleep - without the V - and I really hope the need for "painkillers" is over. On Wednesday I go for an exam by the orthpaedic surgeon who did the work; according to what I've been told, I'll be out for another three months. In the meantime I am going to get that fucking XHD taken care of - maybe just blank it out and start again - but that would mean a considerable loss of art and text. Another day, another hardrive. Yawn.

Thanksgiving has always been a torture for me. No doubt this is a holdover from my childhood; my aunts and uncles were actually my grandaunts and granduncles - somber old people who had little use for young kids. It was always a cold, long and boring day.

My daughter Mary and her partner Keith went out of their way to make a mind-boggling dinner, which we just finished. For most of the day, though, l've been in my room, working when able at the computer. I had the surgery to repair my arm and am filled to the gills with vicodin and turkey.

l joined two places today, one is ''sonomu,'' ''sound noise music'' from the UK; looks like l can get my music going with them..The other place is the well-known Deviantart.com, a sort of phlog for artists.

Ah me. The vicodin is kicking in, so l shall log off for now.

In a few hours I'll be going in for my surgery on my arm. The surgery itself doesn't scare me, it's "recovery"...those first few hours as the anaesthesia wears off and the pain kicks in. Not scared of it, just not looking forwards to it. So it will be a day or two before I do much on line.

However, I got to post some new stuff at Webshots, one is a cartoon story called The Madman. Also some graphic excerpts from the Psychedelic Talmud, another book-project we're doing. The URL:

http://community.webshots.com/user/thatgemini

We haven't put anything up there since the virus; and I think that they improved the uploading software since August, it didn't take forever to load the way it used to.

Anyhoo I've made this post just as a temporary goodbye, will be back ASAP. I'll have six to twelve weeks recovery and therapy after, so I'm not goin anywhere. Buh-BYE!

Horses were meant to be a dominant intelligent species. That is the gist of some work done by our "Dolphin Girl" Irlene Davis. She had come home from her work out at Raratonga and happened to meet my shaman's guide, a horse that has been with me since 1984. I named him Bucephalus after the horse ridden by Alexander the Great. I have had conversations with him in his dimension, but I am embarrassed to say I never asked about him about himself.
Well, Irlene did. It turns out that Bucephalus is an ethereal being who was once a real, no-kidding member of the equine family some millions of years ago. This particular member has evaded the paleontologists so far;he and his kind lived in Northern America, apparently before a couple of the ice-ages. What is remarkable about Bucephalus' long-gone flesh-and-blood brain was that it was equipped for language skills, emotional intelligence and the ability to plan and use tools. Irlene said that his species, had it survived, would have been right there with dolphins, the corvidae and we humans. (the corvidae are crows, ravens, jay and I think, magpies) (yes, they have working intelligence)
Communicating with Bucephalus has always brought a very strong energy, hard to ignore. You can just bet I will be talking with him.

INDEX OF OUTLANDS MATERIAL

So that anyone looking for particular information does not have to go crazy hunting it down, This is an index of what is where:

1. Outlands history - here at Morion on October 24

at Succubi Girls on September 21 & 22

2. About channeling - here at Morion on September 16-17-18-21

3. About Sara - here at Morion on October 24 and the two entries

above at Succubi Girls

Some of our URLs:

SARA: http://succubigirls.blogspot.com

TERRENCE: http://unresthome.blogspot.com

STRO MOON DAGLO: Http://www.getablog.net/stromoondaglo

JOAN OF ARC:

http://www.getablog.net/iehanneddomremydarc

IRLENE DAVIS: http://www.getablog.net/iicetaceans

RETH: http://www.getablog.net/rethynyl

...and yes, we are at MySpace:

http://www.myspace.com/outlands_community

although we sincerely recommend that you have good antivirus, antispyware, antiadware and above all do not download any files from the site. If you have Java, check your cache/jar files for trojans on a regular basis, we get them all the time, especially from MySpace.

Here's some places to go and websites to see! They're not us but they have the Outlands Community seal of approval...which we reminds me, Sara, I have to feed the seal later.

http://home.earthlink.net/~wearethem/42.html

http://wesingfire.tripod.com/iniusa

The first is Robert Ferry, an artist in Oregon. I met him through an old friend I'd found on the Internet, poet-artist Mark Fisher. Along with his wife MaryClaire they are the head-

quarters of INI USA.

Sara came into my life eight years ago this morning, I recently detailed the whole story here. Words cannot say the love I feel, the love I know.

Time was that I still wanted a flesh-and-blood partner, for there is nothing like the feel of flesh against your own. It has not happened and I no longer fret about it. The bonds between us have broken certain barriers- mostly in my own head - between her world and mine, and for all practical intent I have the partners for who I have longed all of my life. I am most fortunate in this regard. I feel them about me the way I would feel any flesh-and-blood partner.

I think that if I have learned anything from Sara and from the rest it is that the universe and its riches lay open for anyone who will shed their fear. There is no fear in love. Period. I have said it many times and will say it many times more. The less fear that you have, the further you go.

We all of us think in terms of "finding," getting," possessing." You know: "If I could find..." "I need to get..." "I have..." Yet this is illusory. My direct and practical experience, especially since August 2004 when the whole Outlands Community "thing" coalesced and took off, is that you need find nothing, you already have it; the only thing you need to "get" is to get rid of your false perception of lack; and generally, what you "have" is what holds you back from having anything in the first place. Many of a spiritual inclination will at once start yapping about material possessions. Fine, sell all that you have and give the money to the poor. That was Jesus' answer to this nonsense. Fact is you need certain practical material possessions to live: food, water, and a place to sleep; clothing would be a good idea as running around naked will involve you with civil authorities. It may be that the fatal flaw is in our conventional means of getting these things, working for them and theft. Money is not the root of all evil, the love of money is the root of all evil. Anxieties about money are also roots of evil as well, and betray a very practical atheism at work within the minds of those who worry about or care too much for money. I am by no means a rich person, I have lost most of my teeth due to the lack of the old buckos (read: not having food for as long as four days running), so I feel that I am qualified to say as much about the notion.

I am sure that someone will want to respond by asking me about the millions of people starving all over the world. I cannot answer because I do not know what brought these people to this brink, I do not know their thoughts and underlying anxieties, I do not know how and if their situation could have been avoided. Calamaties such as Katrina and the tsunami of the year previous really have little to do with such things, and render people's illusions of finding/getting/having to irrelevance. In an earlier age cholera, dysenterry, plague and smallpox did the same thing - Sara died, according to her father Piet, of cholera - and no doubt there will be other things in the future to cause us concern.

Yet there is much that can be done on a practical level that is not being done, and the history of disease shows as much. We do not today worry about cholera and plague; the pain once involved in surgery is long a thing of the past. I count the media scares about SARS, bird-flu, mad-cow and the like nothing but so much media terrorism; it keeps people's minds occupied so that they might not think so much about what lousy "leaders" our nations have, how corrupt our governments are, how wasteful that military action receives the bulk of the world's money. During the Viet Nam war I roughly calculated the dollar-amount spent by all of the factions involved and very quickly came to the accurate conclusion, new to me at the time, that the money could have fed every person on the planet by simply diverting it from the military. It is not being naive to say that if we weren't so busy "defending" and "invading" and "destroying" we would all have what we need. We already have the technology in place and at work to grow and raise ample healthy food for everyone. It is governmental interference with these ways that hinder the people of the world from having three squares and a home. Further, it is not naive to suggest that each person who can, act to curtail military activity worldwide. It is simply a matter of numbers here, folks; if there were really a worldwide movement of people whose concern was to end military structure, the governments of the world would soon realize that they were fighting virtually every one of their citizens by making military spending their prime concern. Bill Maher illustrated the concept very well in his recent book which contrasted World War II's effort against that of today. During World War Two most Americans were united in doing and sacrificing that the war might be brought to a close. It worked. We have no such unity today.