My Good Deed for the Day.

Bob Spots The Enemy

Bob Spots The Enemy (Photo credit: douglasamcintosh)

I don’t believe that I shall have to point the scientists in the right direction yet again… What are these guys with their rulers and brains to spare up to all day long? I will give them a way to give us all free lighting and I shall start my solution with those immortal words so often used here on Mount Saint Upid: “Now I don’t know much about science, BUT…”

Why waste coal or uranium or some other fuel to make electricity for a silly thing like lighting our homes or underground places, when all you have to do is harvest enough photons with some sticky mesh-like contraption and use it at will later on. Duhhhh….. I mean, any doofus could come up with this one. What do we pay these guys the big bucks for?

Make a blob of solid light and Bob’s your uncle, for cryin’ out loud! You could sell it in little bottles. What am I saying? You could do this so cheap, you should give it away. I think honey should do the trick for the harvesting of the photons, what do you think? There, my umpteenth donation to science and all for free.

Bukowski on Creating.

Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski (Photo credit: Wikipedia)




Poem ‘air and light and time and space‘ by Charles Bukowski:


“— you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something
has always been in the
but now
I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this
place, a large studio, you should see the space and
the light.
for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to

no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your
body blown
you’re going to create blind
you’re giong to create with a cat crawling up your
back while
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
new excuses


Reality is Relative.

Just saw this 21/08/2013

Just saw this 21/08/2013. From How to Raise Your Vibration

My head was spinning with thoughts about the meaning of the universe and such, as it does sometimes. I am going to give you some of these jumbled-up thoughts and let you make of them what you want:

– Is light the carrier of reality? We see/perceive through light, physically and spiritually.

Each reality depends on our choice, whether to participate in it or not. Whether to shed the light of our thoughts, our attention on it? Interest = inter + esse = to be in the middle of it. (From science: the act of participation changes the outcome of an experiment!)

– The key is still TIME ! Figure out the TRUE nature of time and everything should fall into place.

– Energy in relation to time = reality. Which relation?

– Energy moving through time, moving through energy(moving through time).

– Matter is an illusion: it is a slow-moving construct of fast-moving energy.

– We die and are reborn every instant, but so does everything around us and everything interacts.

– Matter = energy – slow
– Thoughts + choice = energy – fast
– Light = energy – faster
– Time = ???

– Choice is a change [in direction of energy]=reality?
– Energy transformation through interaction with other transforming energy?

– Matter is an always transforming(from one form to another) construct of energy?

Thoughts are energy
Actions are determined by choice
choice moves [matter]=energy
Energy interacting with energy

The hole is whole.
The hole needs no repairing.
Does the shoe need repairing?
That is choice.
The shoe is irrelevant.
The reparation is irrelevant.
The choice is void!
Denounce the importance of matter.
Matter is irrelevant.

– What is the sound of one hand clapping? Whatever you choose it to be!

– Choice causes a shift of energy. If the Universal energy is constant, balance is automatically restored through relocation in space/time of energy. [= Karma]

The entire universe has changed, because I have changed. My choice changed reality.

A Love-Light.


ANDROMEDA (Photo credit: xn44)

I’d like to be a quantum man,
a human being squared,
an entity of so-much-more-then,
an element of sorts.

I’d consort with sprites and faeries
and I’d travel on the winds.
Water-whispers ‘d hold no secrets
from yours truly in spirit form.

I’d listen to a seed grow
and scratch a mountain’s itch.
Transporting to Andromeda
would go off without a hitch.

Creating a new species though
might prove to be a bitch,
for however much one’s squared
or tripled, no-one could equal God.

Not that I aspire to such a lofty station.

To just be a twinkling love-light,
that would do me fine;
to bring bliss and happiness
to yours and theirs and mine…

Lightbulb. – Joke

Xenon Halogen Lamp (105 W) with an E27 base, i...

Xenon Halogen Lamp (105 W) with an E27 base, intended for direct replacement of a non-halogen bulb (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted “CRAZY” then he would tell me to take a few days off.So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises. My co-worker (who’s blonde) asked me what I was doing?I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was “CRAZY” and give me a few days off….

A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked “What are you doing?” I told him I was a light bulb. He said “You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days”.

I jumped down and walked out of the office. When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her “And where do you think you’re going?”

She said, “I’m going home too, I can’t work in the dark!”


Falling light,
transported by water,
impossible to catch,
plays tricks with my senses.

If a drop falls,
does the light drop with it?

Each drop,
caught by the light,
mirrors its neighbour,
dazzling me.

A painter’s nightmare.
An observer’s delight.
I give up the fight and enjoy.

But still, in my mind’s eye,
the light falls,
and I catch it,


The Great Barred Spiral Galaxy. Credit: ESO/ID...

The Great Barred Spiral Galaxy. Credit: ESO/IDA/Danish 1.5 m/ R. Gendler, J-E. Ovaldsen, C. Thöne, and C. Feron.. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I see the Light and reach out.

It fades.

My wanting forming the clouds.

How to escape desire?

That splinter in my soul…

is wood, from a tree, life-giving.

It’s growing, sap flowing,

roots forming, budding leaves,

that soak up the Light:

breathing particles, expanding waves…

meet other trees, celebrating life,

connecting, sharing,

transforming darkness into Light.

Joyous Being, spinning, seeing.


It’s magic.

Imbolc – Candlemas

Imbolc – the full belly of the sheep.  Here in Wales there are more sheep than people. Now there are knubby small lambs out in the cold.  Traditionally this was the time when, as the days lengthened, candles were no longer required by farm servants to tend the stock.  Imbolc in Wales is “Gwyl Fair y Canhwyllau”  or Mary’s festival of the candles. It  is well known that Mary is a Christian subversion of the Goddess.  So this is the Goddess’s festival of candles.  A time of the year’s turning from the darkness of winter toward the returning light of spring – a festival of purification and rededication.

Early this morning I opened all of the windows to the spring.  There was a clear blue sky and a hoar frost.  Birds sang, snowdrops nodded and crocuses glowed. Steam rose through the cold air as I cleaned and purified my house and my self.

Later as I drove to the shops I noticed the vibrant green of Alexanders emerging in the hedgerows and the half moon high in the eastern sky.  I bought unopened daffodils and arranged the green spears in a glass vase on the piano, looking forward to their yellow trumpets of joy in the days to come

Tonight I gather up the remnants of  yuletide greenery from around the house – some branches of  Bay, sprigs of Rosemary, fir cones and pomanders (you see I am a bit of a slut!)   I light a fire and burn them together with the ends of the red candles of winter – making way for the spring.  The scent is one glorious farewell to the dark days.

Now at last I light the pristine white candles, ignite the sage incense, and greet the Goddess anew.

White Light.

Cosmic twirl

Cosmic Twirl – Wikipedia

Gentle kind and loving light of life´s most blissful harmony.
Where is my living proof of The Lord´s mastery of creation?
I only needs listen to the mute song of love´s mystery
for the waves of thy tender soul to lead me to thy side.
Thou art my genesis, my betwixt and my continuity.
My white forever light, conjunction of every shade art thou.
To forsake thee for one day less than eternity would be hell.

Stick to the Quick!

Thunderstorm and Lightning

Thunderstorm and Lightning (Photo credit: David Hepworth)

Could you stick to the quick,
reveal what makes you tick?
You talk of the weather,
out there on the heather!?

But what does love taste like?
Did your brain go on strike?
What’s the sound of your pain?
You stay mute, what’s to gain?

Does your soul not recall,
its flight before the fall?
Start lapping up the light
or get lost in the night!

You make shadows your mark,
then complain of the dark!?
The antidote for sin
is to be found within.