So realize The Dream of Manifest Goodness Naughty children lusting for GodLoveGoddessLightPower! Look to your mastery as Star Pilots Eternal!įor You are all here by appointment to the star. Sing gratitude and praise to all those aflame with the Shekinah! In hot-tongued pursuit of Loves’ awakening, opened the way! Look to those inebriated of the Goddess that have, Of healing and soft victories where she fills us with moments of remembrance when all is brought to right ! In living clelbrations, where Maiden Mother Whispers of things found and joined Look to the spirit of the Eternally Green They, who will sing with thee of the New World Revels! Within the twilight essence of shining stones and moist grottoes,Įmbodied of the Gaian Heart of Beauty. Look to the Children of the moon and flowers that dwell Maiden Starry Mother leads us to dance with the world and says “all acts of pleasure and BEAUTY are my rituals…” Unfurling like Lotus Blossoms in urban desert landscapes See There! the circus tents of hyperluminal canvas The clowns and shamans and be-tricycled midgets The orchestra tuning itself from the void, The threads of all Great Works everywhere are falling into alignment. We dreamt the starry gold was rising in the bloodĭoilies and punch bowls laid out for the Big Partyįriends, signs of a glad making miracle are upon us! ![]() Posted by Barron Scott Levkoff 4:39 PM 0 comments Wednesday, June 22, 2005 Lets stay the course….and throw the Party At The End of Time we really do get to play mini golf and wear tiny hats. Which is defined by increasing quality of play for all players…. Is giving way to the far more attractive and appealing Infinite Game, This is becoming a very tangible reality now.įinite Game of the old world, which is defined by winners and losers, We are The Players of The Marvelous and a New Game emerges from our play. The joy we feel when we’re together accelerates our inner fire and ignites those around us. Through the cracks of the old….and as a band of merry fools andĪrchetypally charged evolutionary agents, we inhabit ART as our vehicleįor serving up invitational, magical, participatory transformative In our blood we can hear the call, the invitation to do miracles.if we have the courage to rise to it!Īre part of a conscious tradition which has always brought new light in Truth and Beauty, the children of beatniks and hippies, seekers and Priestesses, Artists and Bards, Bacchantes and Dionysian Lovers of Visions blazing, our allies close by and our eyes intent on the risingįor ‘ We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.’ We are the mingling blodlines of those that came before us….Īre the Mythmakers, the Ecstatic Technopriests, Dakini Bambinis, With our ‘Mystic Fire’ tucked close at hand, our hearts courageous, our We doing the best we can in riding out to meet the current challenges The Mythic Call has sounded and we respond accordingly to our natures, or are we?Īre we truly rising to the call Evolution has put on our tables? but under it, if you listen, as i know most of you have, you can hear it.Īnother song, underneath it.one most melodic and wondrous strange, one that quickens the pulse and opens the heart. The ominous boom-boom-boom of great drums beats in the distance, looming shadows of Global this and that bear down upon us. ![]() We took it on the road, without rehearsal, and opened the portal magnificently. We are finding each other, connecting to our companions of destiny, in these endeavors.Ĭollectively have honed our parts –our skills-our talents, our ability to improv on any theme. The World may consciously become The Grand Art Project we know it to be? ‘what are the tools, the community, the players and the means by which to bring the wildly creative, gorgeous world we know is possible, into existence?’ĭo we court Wonder, Awe and Sublimely Ridiculous Beauty- that life and The quest I had been on all these years…. As I leafed through key pages and passages, itĬame back to me in a flash…what I had been striving for all these years, UCSC library and this morning, found myself intuitively reaching for itĪgain on my top shelf. Theater of The Marvelous- Surrealism and The Contemporary Stage’ in the Life as ART 23 years ago, I found a personally influential book titled. (and triumphantly all doubts confounded!) Where The Mythic Call is sounded, at last, Realities’ grip shall come ungrounded! ![]() This Mythic life, a Theater of the Marvelous. Together, shall we step into this ‘Theater in The Round’ Strange newness beckons to us, whispering- ‘cast off your old skin.’Ĭurtains, like old treasure maps, draw back to reveal The Play. Shake off that grey sleep, Oh, dreaming hearts and ignite! An invitation to THE MARVELOUS Hey you- Ecstatic Visionaries, Fun Seekers and WonderPunks.
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