Linda’s Writings on Everything

This is not a good sign.  The truth is, I’m bored with this blog.  It’s so…. proper.

I started this to make money.  Somebody said I’m a very talented writer, and can make money blogging.  I quickly learned about Google AdSense.  And just as quickly am learning that, unless you have a very high traffic website, with lots of people clicking the ads, you make precious little money.

I am writing this as if I were talking to a large audience of people from my new town, Mt. Shasta City, face to face.  This means I’m toning down the sexuality I express here.

But the truth is, sex and sexuality turn me on.  My sex fantasies include women as well as men.

There is a passion, a juice in Truth, that just isn’t found in the usual socialized politeness.  “Hello!”  “Hello.”  “How are you?”  “I’m fine.” (my dog died, I haven’t had sex in years, and I hate my evil landlady, but other than THAT, life is just SWELL!)  “I’m fine, also.”  (I worry about my weight, and how the hell does anybody resist eating an entire birthday cake anyway….. gee, what’s your secret?)

And today, I am hearing stories of people who got fired or in deep trouble, for TELLING THE TRUTH.  I mean, what kind of idiot gets upset when you tell them THE TRUTH about their stupidity, their pettiness, their personal failings?  (Every kind of idiot.  Where the word “idiot” means “one who lives in denial”.  As in, “I don’t have a drinking problem!  I only had 6 beers!  YOU’RE the one with the problem!  YOU are the one who asked me why are you such an asshole after just ONE beer….. )

The thing is, how to tell the truth KINDLY.  And don’t be afraid to call stupidity and pettiness for what it is.

I want to be a pron star.  I want to be a rock star.  I want to be famous.  OK, fame without the drawbacks, such as people saying nasty things about me (how DARE she do those things *I* have secretly dreamed of doing for YEARS, but I never did face my sense of inadequacy…..)

Calling people on their shit is a fine art.  BEING called on MY shit is something I just hate.  It’s embarassing.  I am more driven than average to a self-imposed high standard of personal behavior.  ( I HATE criticism.  I just hate it.   Whether it’s true or not.)

If only I ruled the world.  Ever feel that way?  Ever wish you could control the uncontrollable?  Manage the unmanageable?  (Don’t you wish you knew the difference between the things you cannot change and those you can?  Now THAT takes honesty.)

Oh, my, I’ve had me some sexy fantasies and dreams lately.  Roger Earl of Foghat, Brian May of Queen, and Bill W. of A.A.  all played starring roles (rolls!)  Let’s just say I really enjoy kissing, oral sex (giving and receiving) and that I am a true Rock N Roll groupie.  Prince (Rogers Nelson) looks good to me, also.

And my God, have you SEEN the BABES in this town?  Perky young breasts barely contained by tank tops.  Long legs encased in short-shorts.  Young guys with no shirt and muscles.  Nipples I could lick and pinch (both sexes) if I were allowed.  I find the small of the back, exposed by ladies’ low-rider tight jeans, particularly hot.   That area of the body is called “the sacrum” and that is where the KUNDALINI lives.

KUNDALINI is female snake energy.  It is fire.  It normally sleeps at the base of the spine, coioled around 3/5 time, like a cobra snake.  When awakened, it crawls up the spine like a snake of fire.  Fire Snake.  It’s like Dragons rising up in order to mate.  If you have ever read Anne McCaffrey’s “Dragonrider” series of sci-fi/fantasy novels, you know what I am talking about.

Finally, this blog needs more pictures.  I am assigning myself more erotic art!  As well as more g-rated photography around town.  Guess it’s time for a summertime photo shoot!

1.  The Tree-Sitters at UC Berkeley Oak Grove.  I am going to be the Lady of the Grove, and I am the Guardian Angel of Berkeley.  I’ve read the news, at the Berkeley Daily Planet on-line, that the UC Police and hired thug-arborists have been making it very difficult for the Tree People to get adequate food, water, and other supplies.  Remember Julia Butterfly Hill?  She’s famous as The Woman Who Sat in a Tree for about 2 years.
UPDATE:  the UC Police have finally acquired some humanity, and are now delivering food and water to the 7 remaining Tree Sitter.
2.  CodePINK.  They’ve been working very hard to drive the Marines out of Berkeley.  You know the Marines?  Two of their “few, proud, brave men” were caught on video, throwing a puppy over a cliff in Iraq.  And you know how absolutely angry and pissed-off Americans can be at those people cruel enough to kill baby domestic pets.  They wish them all kinds of cruel and unusual punishment.  What’s amazingly stupid is when they wish to do violence against those people who do violence to animals.  Whatever happened to Save The Humans?  Oh.  And we might as well Do Good Things to Republicans.  (This coming from a proud Berkeley Liberal).  Well, Breasts Not Bombs is a group of women, who have been baring their breasts in protest against the War on Iraq.  I hope to Jesus that the Iraqis are hearing about this.  Seriously!
3.  All those independent bookstores and also the funky little restaurants and cafes.  I particularly remember Long Life Veggie House.  Where you could get a vegetarian Chinese lunch for under $5.  Great food.  Fast and courteous service!  At least, that was the going price for many years, and still true when I moved from Berkeley to Mt. Shasta in December of 2007, after God told me to do so.  I’m very glad I did.
4.  The fact that the City of Berkeley put up with my public yelling for so many years.  (Well, just barely tolerated it.)  This, after I took myself off of the psychiatric medications.  If nothing else, I owe the City of Berkeley a big, huge, freakin’ Living Amends.  It was the Trees themselves, who finally told me that people found my bouts of public yelling very annoying at best, and utterly terrifying at worst.  Then I got the Brilliant Idea to “act like a normal person”.  As we all know, “normal people” don’t scream in public.  Unless they come across a dead, bleeding body.  Which has been happening more often in South Berkeley, as well as Oakland, Richmond, and the seedier parts of SF.  (My God!)  It took me quite a bit of practice to learn how to “act as if I were a normal person” (as opposed to a complete nutcase), but I’ve finally mastered it.  Just like learning to play a musical instrument.  Constant practice.  Never quitting, even when I “slip” back into old, undesired habits.
5.  It’s proximity to San Francisco, the Sex Capitol of the Universe.  Along with the Berkeley “Good Vibrations” sex shop.  Where you can take classes on everything from how to give great oral sex to men or women, to how to do Safe, Sane, and Consensual BDSM, and yes, even Ethical Polyamory.  The sex toys, erotic books, and videos are all amazing.  You can even rent good porn movies there for cheap!  And all those wild SF parties are only a BART ride away.  Caution:  BART stops running at midnight, and MUNI buses are not for the faint of heart.  That said, there are some very openly gay, kinky, polyamorous, (or better still, all three!) people and groups, events, or clubs in San Francisco.  “Play Party” is their term for “orgy”.  Well, an orgy with some basic rules for the guests’ comfort, safety, and well-being.
6.  Its innovations.  CodePINK was born in Berkeley, I believe.  The Free Speech movement has a proud history there.   The same area of land that gave birth to the Atom Bomb, gave birth to me about 2 decades later.  Both promise to have a BIG impact, but I trust my big impact is far, far more beneficial!!
7.  Berkeley’s sense of humor.  Berkeley is the kind of city, which the rest of the country loves to laugh at (while drowning in terminal holier-than-thou), and then emulate.  I don’t think this is lost on Berkeley.  My Dad has made his dim view of the Berkeley City Council and other Powers That Be quite evident to me.  I just shrug it off.  Being perfect is hard, if not impossible.  Ask any saint.  Ask any criminal.  Ask any person.
8.  The fact that Berkeley is not afraid to be stubborn.  Even to the point of absurdity.  Berkeley takes itself very seriously, and I’m glad of that.  I share many of the same qualities as Berkeley.  My Mom lives there.  It’s her soul’s home, and my soul’s home, along with Mt. Shasta.
9.  Berkeley is very kind to the homeless and the disabled.  I’ll bet you anything that the hoards of proud, persistent disabled people who descend on Sacramento each year to fight for their share of the CA State Budget Pie, hail from Berkeley and its environs.  After all, the Creative Living Center is in Berkeley, and Adelle Lemon is its founder, and she’s an old friend of mine.   Affectionately termed “C.L.C.”, it was a community of friends for me and many other people who were otherwise rejected or misunderstood by larger society.  People who committed no crimes, did nothing anti-social, and were not dangerous, drunk, or stoned.  Those labeled “mentally disabled”.

OK.  I’m going to brag here.  Bear with me.
I’m very intelligent.  I write, speak, and read very well.  I’m full of very interesting facts about a wide variety of subjects.  And I have an infinite capacity for sexual enjoyment, despite all the outward celibacy and inward lust with which I have to cope.
I’m wondering if people look at me and think, “Why doesn’t she work or make money?  Why isn’t she married?  Why didn’t she finish college?  Why doesn’t she have a sex life?”
It’s not easy being a Saint in the City.  I know, because I still have faults.  I wolf-whistle women and men sometimes, and it’s probably a personal habit I should stop.
Yet, I wonder if it’s possible to blot out all our many imperfections as humans?  Would we the people be less interesting without our many flaws and foibles?  This strikes me as being on the same level as “is it possible to wipe out all evil from the face of this planet?”  (And it occurs to me, “what would we do with ourselves, then?  Reinvent life?”)

People who trash Berkeley with insults and put-downs, make great inspiration for really rude jokes.  Ha, ha…. This is far more colorful than me mouthing, “I forgive those people who put down Berkeley, because I get great sex and lots of money in return!”

I remember Rome about 2,000 years ago. I went back, in time, to see a line of Roman soldiers marching. They looked so tiny, compared to me!
Then I realized, that in our modern culture of quick and easy food availability, we naturally grow taller when we eat enough nutritious food. It’s easy for us modern Americans to forget that there was a time when every able-bodied adult had to hunt, farm, or gather food. No refrigerators, no microwaves, no take-out pizzas. You were in touch with the life-cycle of food, from the ground to the harvest. If you were a hunter, you took the lives of animals for food and shelter, and you had to skin and dismember the dead animal before you could cook and eat the meat.
I know from experience, that there’s a connection between the food I consume, and my health, energy, weight, and quality of sleep that I get. Is it any surprise, therefore, that the food I eat is connected to my sex desire?
I find that my sex desire increases whenever I decrease my food, and/or totally give up “empty calories”. We all know what “empty calories” are: white bread, refined white sugar, soft drinks, take-out pizzas, McDonald’s anything, etc. My sex desire also increases whenever I increase my level of exercise, over a sustained period of time. If I manage to decrease my food intake, give up “empty calories”, and increase my exercise, I start to lose weight. (I have always had issues with overweight, and I’d like to rid myself of this).
Many Americans join me in weighing too much. I see more overweight people now than I ever have at any other time in our history. I look at movies and rock videos from the 70s, and I notice that people in general are far slimmer in those old movies and videos, than they are today. McDonald’s portions used to be much smaller. Coincidence!
People, it’s not that hard to cook and eat good, fresh food. Fresh green salads full of crunchy, raw vegetables and homemade salad dressing. Hot soups brimming with fresh vegetables, grains, and a tasty, homemade broth. Pizza you make yourself, starting with fresh crust, or if lazy, whole grain bread slices topped with tomato paste, cheese, and toppings of your choice. Stick it in that toaster oven for 10 minutes at 350 degrees. Yum!!
Many people have overwhelmingly busy lives. Work, school, the daily commute via private car on clogged freeways. So they say they are too tired to cook. (I know how that feels). And they go for McDonald’s, or Round Table, or other empty calories.
Believe me, eating fresh, homemade food you make yourself, or that somebody you love makes for you, will GIVE you more energy. Also, taking the time for daily exercise. God is encouraging me to take up daily yoga! Yoga has been around for 1,000’s of years. And no wonder, it really makes me feel better.
Your physical health directly affects your sexual desire. As do your mental, emotional, and spiritual health. So many of us have survived broken relationships, rape, sexual abuse, trauma, dysfunctional childhoods and families.
Did you know that as a woman, sex when you are not in the mood, or penis-vagina intercourse before you are totally willing and ready, can cause a yeast infection? I make a contract with myself. Never again will I allow a man to put his lingham (penis) in my yoni (vagina) before I am totally willing and ready. If he’s that impatient to put the key inside the lock, then he’s going to have to respect the needs and desires of the Keeper of the Temple. And my body is a temple. All who would enter must utterly respect and love me, the Keeper of the Temple.
My great desire is to be a sexual healer. Meaning, I wish to counsel men, women, couples, and yes, even Polyamorous Tribes in everything from how to heal their sexual wounds, to how to repair a suffering relationship. Anybody who has survived a rape or sexual and physical abuse, may well have extra challenges when intimately involved with their lover, spouse, or partner.
Yoni massage is a great sexual healing tool for the woman who’s survived rape or other sexual invasions. This is also true for the woman who’s survived repeated painful sexual intercourse. There’s a way to go about it. You must both set up sacred space. A private place where neither of you is in a hurry. You must really allow a lot of time for this. Uninterrupted time. Being in a rush is very anti-sexual. The woman lies back, and her partner massages her yoni, inside and out, with great respect and tenderness. But only when she says it’s alright for him (or her) to do so.
And if the receiver of the yoni massage comes up with tears, screams of anger, or “flash-backs” (visuals of traumatic sexual memories), just hold her and love her. Let her determine if, when, and how much of a yoni massage you give her. I know from experience that this really works. Intercourse was horrendously painful for me for years, to the point of being nearly impossible! Until I heard about, then found a willing lover to give me a yoni massage. It took us several sessions. But finally, I was able to have totally pleasurable and relaxed sexual intercourse-for the first time in my life. When I was 20, intercourse was incredibly painful. Probably because I wasn’t enjoying myself and the very first guy didn’t take his time or listen to my needs and desires.
I forgive the ignorant young woman that I once was. I forgive the clumsy, traumatized man who did this to me. I remember when I started to let go of my anger at this man, after nearly 2 decades of no sex at all, the mist came out of my eyes, and my eyesight literally shifted!

The real cure for Erectile Dysfunction, lies in a man getting his health together. I have heard that being very overweight can cause ED in a man. Compulsive overeaters are people who use food as anesthesia or pain-killer. Typically, they’ve tried every diet. They’ve starved themselves, binged, driven hours in the dead of night to find a store open with “just the right food”, eaten things that were stale, frozen, burnt, or dangerously spoiled. You hear stories like this in many Overeaters Anonymous meetings across the country. Overeaters Anonymous is a Fellowship based on the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. They change the words “alcohol” and “alcoholic” to “food” and “compulsive eater”. OA also welcomes Anorexics and Bulemics. Anorexics often get dangerously thin to the point of bad health. Bulemics tend to eat food, then throw it back up, repeatedly.
My experience with compulsive overeating is that it’s a problem on three levels: physical, emotional, and spiritual. And that a thorough working of the 12 Steps, with an OA sponsor, plus regular attendance at OA meetings (when possible) and coming up with a nutritious, moderate “food plan” are the solution. Along with the willingness to be open-minded, honest, and to give it a real try.
So, I can say for certain that our choices in food and drink definitely impact our sexuality! Weight and physical appearance can and do have an impact on our self-esteem. Confidence in and a healthy respect for yourself, are a big part of our sexual attraction, and can motivate us to go for the kind of life we really want, and not accept being stuck in places or relationships that are detrimental to us and our well-being, as well as happiness.
Sexuality and how we choose to express it, and whom with, are a big part of our happiness. Maybe sex isn’t everything, anymore than money. But sex and money both run on currents of energy.
And our sex lives plus our finances are definitely affected by our deepest, most hidden core beliefs about ourselves! Who we are, what we deserve, what we think and how we feel about the world, people in general, men, women, ourselves, our bodies and intelligence!

All these ideas bear further development. This could be the basis for a series of articles, or even an entire book! Why not?

OH, Biker Babe

whom I spottted in a certain diner in Mt. Shasta recently

she of the leather chaps and tight top and lush mangoes

fucking Jesus you were HOT!!!

I had dreams of worshipping your yoni and licking your thighs

and you, the perfect stranger, with your boyfriend seated next to you

to protect you from 42-year old bi-sexual New Ager babes, yes?  ha ha

OH MY GOD you were HOT HOT HOT

do you supposedly hetero-monogamous-vanilla women realize the EFFECT

that you have on luscious sex Goddesses like ME?

gee, if I were a guy, I’d have a boner the size of Mount Fucking Shasta!!!

Yeah….. Mount Fucking Shasta….

Get real, guys, this former city slicker just KNOWS that sex is a wonderful form of recreation

I don’t care HOW celibate I appear on the outside

trust me, my mind is an orgy (it’s better than an orgy)

my mind is an erotic templed filled with erotic delights and sheer naked orgasmic glory

rainbows on roller skates, and crystal ships of floating alien love

OH if only Steve Vi would fly down here on his cosmic crystal ship and butt-fuck me!

OH if only some hot BABE vixen would fly down on her horsie and love me love me love me

in EVERY POSSIBLE SENSE.

So, I’m the Literary Exhibitionist here…. people from my town may read this

Biker Babe may read this (so I’d better not mention the possibly fake peaches)

my problem with plastic peaches–I can’t bite one without drawing silicone like blood

you’d have to ask me, very nicely of course, before I give out love-bites

I am God’s Orgasm.  I am the Second Coming of the Lord.

I am my own greatest Literary Orgasm.

You won’t see naked pictures of me here.  Oh, no.  (Awwwwwww….. *sniffle* *waah*)

My spirit guides told me to cut that out!  I’m glad I did….. Dad says that can draw some “real weirdoes” in (and those gents who lust after BBWs)

Google is my best friend, too…. I’m Techno-Babe, I’m God’s Girlfriend, and God is my Cosmic Sugar Daddy, and BOY do I know how to make tall orders of the Cosmic Waiter

The great thing about this blog is

I can talk here as if I were talking to the people of Mt. Shasta and possibly beyond

and they are not being forced at flower-point to read this

as an American, you’re free to ignore reality all you want

until it bites you in the face or ass, like a bad-tempered pit bull  ha ha….

so I’d better say nice things (or put not-so-nice realities in words that are gentle-but-blunt)

now I know the difference between genuine peaches and fake ones

genuine ones wiggle in synch, and the nipples are placed not exactly in the center, more like just above the side that slopes into the bra, (if there be a bra)

when I caress my first girlfriend’s peaches, I do NOT want to hear a “squeak” (rumor has it that’s the sound of fake ones being caressed)

ahem…. “squeaking” is for mice (and the cats that love them)

HEY I LOVE MEN, ALSO!

******mangoes AND cucumbers are a part of my healthy breakfast!!  we kids always heard eat your vegetables and fruits*****

So, Biker Babe, if you read this, I hope you are not hurt or offended (for all I know, your fruits ARE genuine and organic)

and, Biker Babe’s boyfriend, if you read this, I hope you are not offended by another woman who dreams of entering your girl’s Portal of Love and exploring the Landscape of her Beauty

men are like Harleys…… if it’s got tires, testicles, or tits, I hope to own at least one in the future…..

What if not everything that comes out of your mouth is in words?  What if you wolf-whistle, go “ooh la la!” or just sigh with great sexual bliss, at all the beautiful, scantily clad women and men who grace your space with their sexy, lush bodies?  What if you suspect YOU may have a sexy, lush body, also?  Clearly, the world is an orgasm just waiting to happen.  I see so much beauty all around me, and I’m not shy about expressing it.  I want OH so much to make love to somebody.  And yes, I do try not to offend people with my noises of sexual appreciation.  OH God, the craving!  I try to channel my sexuality into art, writing, and dance.  Places more appropriate than wolf-whistling babes and discussing “mangoes”, “cucumbers” and “oh baby, whatever plants seeds into my garden”.  Besides, I’m pro-garden.  If we all just grew our own food, we wouldn’t have to worry about fuel costs or driving to the store as often.  How sexy is THAT?  Yes, I sing beautifully.  I even used chanting once to break up a marital argument.  In a *restaurant*, no less.  The wife walked up to me and thanked me afterward.  Of course, I also use out-loud positive affirmations for wealth.  Sexy is as sexy does.  I am God’s orgasm.  I am the Second Coming of the Lord.  And yes, I get paid handsome sums of money to love love LOVE absolutely every living being on this planet.  What could be sexier or more Godlike?  I love my mangoes and my body abundantly.  I love yours.  Good thing I’m not a guy, or I’d have a constant erection!  Like that pagan God, Priapus.  A sure sign of life, there.  ;-)  This means I’m healthy.  Truly sick people have little energy for sexy thoughts and moans of pleasure.  Fortunately, all limitation is temporary.  Healing of all things is possible.  I’m so glad to be me.  I want to shine my light, shine my light, shine my light!  I’m so happy for Gay Pride Month!  Hurray for GLBT Marriage!  And straight marriage, too!  Your pleasure is my pleasure, baby doll!

*this was taken from my words on http://www.snoedel.punt.nl which is a wonderful New Age channeled messages forum founded by one of my Internet friends…..

I believe this mainly concerns the planet itself, and the impact of this set of 20 Mayan Core days.  This period started on Tues. night, June 17, and will continue ‘til July 6th.  If you refer to the illustration of the Tzolk’in given here, you will see there are 13 columns of 20 boxes apiece.  Each box is one day.  The Mayan day starts at sunset.  There are 20 Day Signs, and there are the numbers 1 through 13.  The Mayans use dots to represent individual numbers, and bars to represent the number 5, or multiples of.   The Tzolk’in contains a cycle of 260 days.  My intuition is, that this one piece of Mayan time repeats endlessly, but the bigger loops of time are of different lengths.
Why is this important, or relevant?  I think the Mayan Calendar may have something to do with the activation of human genes into what the lightworkers commonly term “Ascension”.  The black boxes in the Tzolk’in, put together as illustrated, look like Watson and Crick’s model of the human DNA.
I don’t think human DNA are static.  I knew that the Watson & Crick model was wrong, when I saw it.  I think maybe DNA move around like atoms.  I believe that DNA sing, and make music.  I think that lovemaking fires the DNA up, and makes them all vibrate faster.

On the morning of Wed., June 18, 2008, I woke up, hearing a delicious sound.  It was an F major note.  How to describe sounds?  I hear music in my body.  It travels from my head down my spine.  Well, this particular sound came from Mother Earth.  And whenever I felt a sexual sensation inside my vagina, the music deepened and changed.
I’m very sexually attracted to musicians.  But most especially famous classic Rock Stars.  Look at the term Rock Star.  They bring the cosmic sex-love energy between the Stars in the sky and the Rocks (Mother Earth).  Musicians are Masters of Frequency.  Frequency as expressed in sound that contains Rhythm, Harmony, and Melody.
Everything in the cosmos is connected.  I believe that I have caused sunspots and even solar storms by traveling in spirit to the sun, and/or sharing orgasms with the Sun God.  There are 400 billion stars in our galaxy alone, I hear.  There are 400 billion human brain cells, too!  Makes me wonder, is there a direct connection between our brain cells and the stars?
Maybe the Tzolk’in measures how Earth’s energy flow goes?  The human aura and Earth’s aura are very similar-when the human being is living an all-natural life.  I think that sex influences Mother Nature.  Especially when the lovers remember to give away some of their sexy, orgasmic energy to the Earth just after lovemaking.
I have always been good to Mother Earth.  Never have I owned a car.  Never could afford it.  I eat organic food and use chemical-free household cleaners as well as cruelty-free grooming products.  So, is it any wonder I hear the Voice of Mother Earth?  I also share telepathy with my cat, the trees, other animals, and yes, even people.  Rocks have voices.  Water has a voice.  Every place in nature has spirit-keepers.  They love it when I honor them by sending the place a shower of love.
They are very touched when I pick up litter that some careless person has left behind.  I always hear a big “thank you!” inside my head when I do so.

I think the Earth is taking a rest right now.  As I write, today is Summer Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere.  We enjoyed a Full Moon at 27 degrees Sagittarius two nights ago.  Mercury, which was Retrograde, turned direct in Gemini just yesterday morning.
Venus shifted into Cancer the same day as Full Moon.  The Mayans and other cultures measured the Cycles of Venus.  Venus is often termed “the morning and the evening star”.  Venus comes out in the morning, or the evening, at different times of year.  It’s great to pay attention to astrology and astronomy, two ancient sciences!

This morning, I woke up to hear Mother Earth singing. Her note is F major. The music was very heavenly. Like a great, multi-dimensional synthesizer keyboard. I wish I could reproduce it.

And my soul’s song added to Earth’s harmonies. I think orgasms are related to adding to the Music of the Spheres. Everything that is alive, obviously sings. Frequency is Sound. Musicians are Masters of Frequency. Music is sound that has rhythm, harmony, and melody. It can alter one’s mind, heal sickness, make people fall in love, and anchor memories. (Sounds a lot like sex, doesn’t it?)

The Mayan Calendar is an ancient time-measuring device. The cycles of time run in loops, or “circles within circles”. It’s hard to describe to the Western Mind. Jose Arguelles has written some great books on it. My understanding is, that the circles of time live within each other, and that they are spinning, at different rates, or frequencies.

There are 20 Day Signs, such as Imix (Dragon or Alligator), Ik (wind), Akbal (night), and many others. There are 13 numbers. The Mayans are extra-terrestrials that came from outside of this Universe and landed here on Earth, specifically at Macchu Picchu. I greeted them. I was Queen of Earth at the time. They are now reincarnated as present and former members of the rock band, Journey. Neal Schon, their guitarist, is a reincarnated Mayan Rain and Storm God. Trust me on that! He connects rain with sex. He wrote a song, that goes, in part, “When the rain’s comin’ down….. I wanna make love!”

There is a cycle called a BAKTUN. It’s a few thousand years long. There’s also the KATUN, the VINAL, and the KIN. The Tzolk’in looks to me very much like a human gene.

The Mayans sang to the Sun, built pyramids in South America, and we practiced Sacred Sex. We worked with Solar frequency. We flew off to the Heart of the Galaxy together. The Mayans called the galaxy, “Hunab K’u”, the One Giver of Movement and Measure.

The Galaxy has a Mind. The Sun also has a Mind. The Moon probably does too.

Mother Earth says she has a husband. Her husband is the Sun. (Sounds very romantic, and remarkably poetic, yes?) Mother Earth says she also has a wife, and her wife is the Moon. Sun and Moon dance together.

Given is the Tzolk’in…..

Everybody, please watch C-Span, or surf on over to YouTube.

There’s also http://www.kucinich.us or http://www.afterdowningstreet.org   (open links will take you to a new window, cause I programmed it that way…..

Thank you, Rep. Dennis Kucinich for Impeachment Proceedings

Very good news.  Spread the word.  Dennis Kucinich is moving to help Impeach Dubya.
I’m so glad we are moving to uproot that particular shrub from the White House.
Biggest news since the Second Coming of the Lord.
I’m so happy I could dance.  I want to go outside and yell, “THEY’RE GOING TO IMPEACH BUSH!!”
My on-line friend, Dave, felt a BIG shift in “reality” at 1:30pm, Pacific Daylight Time, on Monday, June 9th.  I have felt “something BIG and GOOD” coming up, also!
Barack Obama is the Democratic Candidate.  GLBT Marriage is Legal in California.  I’m so happy, I could cum!!  All over your face, or hips.  Ooooohhhh…..
Happy, happy, happy!
I forgive America for falling for all this bullshit.  Somebody should alert everybody in England, Europe, and the Middle East.
There will be dancing in the streets.
Poverty and war will soon be nothing more than bad memories.  All forms of useless, unnecessary suffering will recede into the sands of time, like dog s*** turning into fertilizer.  Yay!!

Happy, happy, happy.  Next, we’ll hear news such as “the war is over!”  “money really DOES grow on trees!” and “Linda has got herself a new boyfriend!” and “Jesus Christ has returned…. And he’s riding a Harley-Davidson!”
Or else, “Linda has met Glenn Hughes, got a big hug and kiss from him, and she enjoyed the concert greatly!  This is True Love!”  Glenn Hughes, the music man of the Universe.  Taliesin returns!

I see many, many Americans (and others) learning how to survive, thrive, and absolutely love life in this changing economy.
I see all of us regularly accessing our creativity, our intelligence, and our love and caring, in daily periods of meditation, prayer, or whatever works for you to tune into your Divine Guidance or Intuition.
I see all of us finding creative, compassionate, truly workable ways to help each other and ourselves.
There are people who know how and where to find free food, often in dumpsters, that is still relatively fresh and not spoiled or disgustingly rotten.  There are people who are Urban Gardeners, or are willing to learn how to grow their own food and healing herbs.  I think it’s a good idea to learn from somebody who truly loves to garden, and is a patient and willing, ready teach to the newbies.  Or else find a patch of dirt and grow something, and learn from experience, and perhaps a good gardening book, website, or informative garden store!
There are people who are willing to bicycle everywhere possible, use public transit, find creative ways to cut down use of gas and cars, carpool, or else center more of their lives around home, work and play and social wise.
There are the Shamans and the Dreamers, (code word “artist”) in our society, who know how to access the Invisible Realms and bring back art, literature, music, movies, creative ideas that benefit society or some segment thereof.  The grounding of your creative ideas begins the moment you start to set it down on paper, canvas, film, digital or analog recorder, or what-have-you.
The first draft of writing anything is “just to lay down track”.  The track has to be laid down before the train can run on it, or carry passengers from station to station.  Second and third drafts are for cleaning up grammar, spelling, punctuation-and of course, firming up things like plot, character, dialogue, and descriptions of scenes with the various five (or more) senses.  And then there’s the matter of searching for a publisher who is likely to want to publish your “piece”, drafting a good, brief query letter, and sending it off.  Almost like a ritual, well known to many published, paid, and professional writers.
I see a world where people can find imaginative ways to do all kinds of fun things without having to have a huge pile of money first!  Or working hard at a job they despise, just to get “security”.  Um, security is a state of mind.  The state of your wallet or bank account is linked to your state of mind, and your core beliefs about who you are, what you deserve, and if it’s possible for you to grow prosperous while doing stuff you love to do, and being honest, legal, and loving about it all.
I see a world where people are reinventing relationships of all kinds, including romance and intimate, committed partnerships involving sex (among many other things).  I see a growing trend of Ethical Polyamory, a lifestyle where committed couples allow outside sex partners, and everybody gets to negotiate agreements that keep everybody safe, happy, and healthy.  Not everybody agrees with this sort of relationship lifestyle, but you gotta admit, it’s coming out into the open, much like sex that involves somebody being tied up, spanked, or doing other erotic activities that strike some people as a bit bizarre or even weird-but loving every minute, and being safe, sane and consensual about it!
I see a world where everybody is becoming more honest with themselves and others, in gently loving ways.  Tough love where it’s needed.  An ability to “call them on their bulls***” without losing a good friendship or causing insult or hurt feelings.  (This works best among trusted friends or in strong 12-Step groups).
I see a world where everybody just knows when they’re being lied to, and tuning out those media outlets that still lie to us about Iraq, the economy, or whatever.
I think that the moment you are no longer willing to put up with being lied to or abused or treated poorly, that is the moment when your world shifts.
Good health is a decision.  The state of mind and spirit very much influence the body.  It makes a HUGE difference what sort of food and drink you put into your body regularly.  I can’t say enough about the importance of adequate, quality sleep and exercise.  Strong, loving community and deep friendships plus harmonious relationships with family and intimate beloveds, and the Earth and Sky, are just as vital to good health as “eating right”, exercising, and making yourself a happy, loving, useful, and friendly member of society.
I see a world where everybody’s dreams are supported.  Where everybody gets to do the kind of profession they TRULY desire, while accepting and working with the kind of job they’re stuck with for the moment!  I see a world where we are enough, we do enough, and we have enough.  I see a world where everybody who wants to, can afford to go to the college or other school of their choice, and have enough time, money, energy, and wisdom to afford, say, sufficient art supplies, books, paper, pens, food, etc.!
I see a world where everybody is willing to let go of excess.  Where all the problem drinkers finally find their way to Alcoholics Anonymous.  Where all those currently addicted to illegal drugs, toxic sex, too much shopping, junk food, or relationships with jerks or people who use you, all find their way to a 12-Step program that deals with that.
Why do I promote the 12 Steps so much?  They work!  They help me deal with life as it is now.  And help me build life as I wish it to be.
I hope you enjoy this article.

Copyright 2008 by Linda M. Smith