John: Art and a Good End for the New Year!

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My Wonderful Blog Friends – Here’s to a good end for 2016, and to hope, energy, and unity in 2017!

 

Hi John!

 

Happy new year, darling!  We appreciate that some years deserve the bum!

 

(“deserve the bum” has a few dirty meanings)

 

I know it’s been a rough year for so many.  What would you like to say about it?

 

You must never give up hope.  We’re going through the cycle again – (shows me the current culture is reviving a lot of the sentiment and ideals from mid 1950s, which was a time most people considered modern and progressive.)  Yet it’s so backwards, people see what they want to see.  They don’t see others or themselves for how they are, they see what they idealize.  That’s wonderful, in many ways.  Dreaming is important. 

 

Action is just as important. 

 

Not more important than dreaming?

 

Without dreams, how can you imagine all possible action?  Art is important.  Thought is important.  This is why we thought LSD was such a revolution at the time – it created thoughts and “expanded the mind” in ways that would never have been possible.  We didn’t have the internet, you’ll remember.  (He’s teasing.)  We (back in the 70s) believed in the magic of imagination.  If you could dream it, you could create it – if your thoughts were limited by everything you’d been taught and seen in your lifetime, your dreams would be limited.  It was sad, at times; alarming as well. 

 

We believed – foolishly – that if everyone could just experience the psychological and imaginative power of LSD, it would free the mind, free the imagination, to never-before-dreamed-of possibilities!  It’s was part of the revolution.

 

Of course, it didn’t work like that!

 

Yeah, I can appreciate the line of thinking through.  We still see that.  Imagine, visualize the life you want, the world you want, and you can create it.

 

Well, you’re one step closer to creating it.  (Shows me shoveling dirt from a trench.) 

 

What do you mean?

 

It’s like excavating new channels for the mind.  Creating new shapes for the thoughts to flow!  Canals for the imagination!  (Big grin.)

 

Digging holes in the brain?  Are we talking about LSD again?

 

(laughs, takes a deep drag on a cigarette he suddenly has, and I smell the sharp smoke.  Now John has solidified in my mind, he’s lazing back on a chaise lounge, it’s white, with a battered, worn feeling, but perfectly clean.  It’s in a loft apartment with wide industrial windows nearly to the ceiling.  It’s a large room but feels intimate.  There’s a plush red patterned carpet under the chase longue, and I worried for a moment about the ash burning it as John ashes into a ridiculously massive crystal ash tray on the floor.  The room is somehow opulent and sparse; stark and cozy at the same time.)

 

No, love, we aren’t talking of LSD at the moment.  I thought we were talking of imagination!  Imagining things is hard work – don’t underestimate it.  There is heavy lifting in the excavation of the mind!  Just ask any artist!

 

(Thinking of Sweetie) I know.  What do you think the role of artists is right now?  In the year 2017, in the context of the future’s history?  Can you see that?

 

(Laughs and takes another drag.)  That’s quite a creative question!  (He gives me a rhyme / limerick that I don’t quite get – something like “… all the fun, an artist’s work is never done!”)  Art will always serve the same purpose – art never dies, it never disappears, though it may have to go underground.  You can’t stop it, can’t eliminate it – which is why art is so useful in protesting the established regimen!  (significant look.)  Remember I was alive during Nixon. 

 

Apparently I need to do more research about Nixon.  I don’t know too much about him, I haven’t been that interested.

 

Well let’s put it this way, darling.  It would behoove all of you to become VERY interested in former President Nixon.  He’s playing all the tricks from the same hat.  (President Trump’s leadership will mirror Nixon’s in many ways.)

 

(John stands up on a podium, as though speaking over the heads of a large crowd, points his finger directly up in the air and projects his words:) An educated mind is not easily led!

 

Oh!  And art can be used to educate others, obviously.

 

It’s just communication, another form of speaking to your fellow human.  Art is a way of whispering to people who don’t wish to listen.  Who would rather deny.  If you can’t get them through the ears, get them through the eyes, or the heart!  Most people have a heart.  Most people! 

 

Is art – (before I even finish typing the question he breaks in with a very forceful statement-)

 

YES art is the ESSENTIAL form of resistance.  It’s the IDEAL form of resistance!  What are concerts without songs?  What are marches without signs?  What is a movement without art?  Just a bunch of people, milling about like cattle!  (He laughs kindly.)  The best / most exciting thing about art is that *everyone* can participate.  Must participate.  SHOULD participate!  With love, remember.  With Hope.

 

And Happy New Year, darling Kate.  (He’s giving me a flirty little eye twinkle.)

 

Thank you for popping in John.  Happy New Year to you.  And Happy New Year to all my beautiful blog friends!

 

 

 

 

 

Biggie: Serious Shit

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It’s been an interesting week.  Today, it’s my mother’s birthday.  I was talking to my Dad, and he said he had been with her for 47 of her birthdays, that is, this is the first time in 47 years he’s not with her on this day.  I think it’s hit everyone hard, like dates tend to do.

I’ve taken a lot of lessons from my friends and clients on grief.  The big one is, when you hit a date like this, DO SOMETHING.  Do something other than mope around and feel sad.  Start a new tradition, or do something in honour of the person you’re missing.

Today, I baked cookies.  I tend to bake or buy houseplants when I feel my mother or the grief especially strongly.

During the whole allergic reaction to the laxative episode, I forgot to mention:  Biggie showed up.

He said, You should listen to your mother.

In that moment, I heard my mother’s voice, when I was seven years old, telling me I needed to eat whatever it was on my plate because I needed the “roughage”.  That’s what they called fiber in the 80s, I guess.  Roughage.  I didn’t actually know what “roughage” was, but according to my mother, I needed some.  Iron was another thing she was talking about, all the time.  This is why I had raisins in everything.  They were supposed to be full of iron AND roughage.  (As an adult now, I don’t think that was true!)

Biggie went on to pass his hand over the top of his stomach and tell me a bit of his story:

I used to get stomach problems too.  (Constipation, retention.)   I was always a heavy weight, you know, even as a kid.  They called me all kinds of names, I said “I don’t care, you just call me Biggie.”  They did, that became my name, and I liked it, you know.  I was taking the power away from them, I was owning my body, I liked it.

I never really looked at *why* I was holding on to the weight (while I was alive.)  I look at it now.  I was carrying the weight of my mother’s worries.  She worked so hard, and she was always worried about money.  But we really didn’t go hungry – that was important to my mother, that we always had something to eat.  Maybe it wasn’t the healthiest stuff, but you didn’t think like that where I grew up – you had food, or you were hungry.  No one was talking about healthy this and that – none of that bullshit.  If it was food, it was good.

I always ate everything and anything that was around me, and that was the first thing I could do for myself, as a kid, was feed myself.  I’d get my own money, and I’d go buy my own burger.  That was important to me, providing for myself.  I wanted to provide for my mother, so she didn’t have to work so hard, and I always provided for my family. 

I ate, and a lot of people who are carryin’ the weight of their family or their history, we eat to make our bodies match our burden, the burden of life we carry.  To make the struggle… visible.  So we get seen. 

I refused to be ignored.  I would talk shit (yells) YOU SEE ME STANDING HERE, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T SEE ME.  (arms out, chin up, powerful.)

I had these stomach problems just like you, because we eat for the same reasons.  Growin’ up, there was so much shit around me that I could not control.  I couldn’t control being black. I couldn’t control the neighbourhood, the chaos around us all the time.  All of us (his family) we want to be safe.  We could never relax.  That was a need.  So instead, I would try and fulfill a different need, you know, if I ate, that was the fulfillment of a need I could control.  I couldn’t change the world around me, but when I had a juicy cheeseburger and fries, I was alright.  I was eating, and taking care of myself.  I was proving to myself that I was okay. 

I would get the stomach pains and the heartburn, you would never go to the doctor.  I didn’t ever ask to go to a doctor until that (record company exec? Lawyer?  Someone who knew Biggie after he was famous and had a vested interest in Biggie continuing to live-) said “Hey, man, you want me to call a doctor up here?” 

I had to do a show, and I couldn’t really stand up straight, so I said I’d see a doctor.  I got some pills but they didn’t help much, until that mother-fcking doctor figured it out, I had constipation all up through my belly, here (top part of the large intestine) and all through here, down the side.  SHIT!!!  HA!!!  (belly laughs.) 

I felt a lot better when we took care of that, I thought I might even be one of these guys going to the gym, but shiiiiiit, no.  I ain’t never going to be no gym-goin’ mother-fcker.  (chuckle.)  I got a weight bench, and some free weights.  I liked doing my arms and stuff, but I never lost any weight.  I didn’t really want to.  When I had my kids, my little girl, you know, I thought about it. 

I just always put my focus on taking care of my family, my people.  I knew how to eat, and that felt like takin’ care of myself.  That’s what I did for myself, I wasn’t really into drugs (white stuff – then shows me weed, he liked that.  But he wasn’t really interested in heroin, cocaine etc.  Shows me money, that was okay.  He didn’t really like using, just weed, just food, just alcohol and some cigarettes / cigars.)

Of all these skinny mother-fckers you talk to, (pretty much all the other musicians) none of them know what we know, how to carry the *weight*.  People like us, big people, heavy-set, the heavy-weights, big people know how to get shit done.  They got some SERIOUS shit going on.  That’s because we always carry other people’s shit, and it builds up all around us.  Some random (asshole) hands you his shit, and you go, “okay, I’ll carry this too.” 

Whenever you see a big person, you know they’re carrying around a lot of shit that don’t belong to them, that was (shoved at, forced / foisted on) THEIR shoulders.  You see a big person walking around, you know sure as shit, that person’s strong.  That’s a survivor.  Look at all that weight they’re carrying. 

They’re holding on to so much.  They’re keeping it together.

That’s what I did.  That’s what you’re doin’, girl.  You need some ROUGHAGE!  (laughs!)  You listen to your Mama!

 

 

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I was talking to Sweetie about this bit of information from Biggie, and she observed that food is a lot like currency.   We need it, we consume it, it is energy that flows through us, or gets stuck.  It’s something that needs to be balanced and nurtured.  You need to take care of your paper, and your roughage.

Thank you, Biggie.  Serious shit, there.

Biggie Highlights

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I’ve been thinking about Biggie a LOT in the past few months. I thought I’d review this post that I did with Biggie a year and a half ago, and pull out the highlights:

Biggie Says:

I am a teacher, I am a leader, and my people live in poverty.  (shacks built of metal siding all over the world)

The empowerment is enlightenment, education, emancipation from the slavery of the poverty and the prisons (shows me a cell block, and it’s surprisingly similar to the metal shacks, the density of the population, and the energy around them.)

(He shows me the energy as a flow of money that is easily distributed throughout the world.  It’s a correction of the flow of resources, this is what he’s working on right now.  Part of it is getting people like us, those of us in positions of privilege, educated, free of dictatorship, to open our potential.  We need to have money flow into our lives, because we are the ones who will send it back out in right and equitable ways.)

Just be sure you do, (shows me the fear that sets in when you do have money.  Shows me how afraid I was the moment the car started acting up – it’s like, when you get to a certain point, you become so focused on keeping what you have, that you restrict the flow of money through your life.)

It’s like (shows me the eagle feather – the magic of the eagle feather lasts a year.  In the course of a year, you will be guided to pass the eagle feather on to another – this is how you keep the eagle medicine alive in your life.  Biggie is just calling forward this lesson I learned earlier from another source; so it is with money.  Truly, money is energy.)

Biggie shows me the flow of money through your life has an energy.  This energy is associated with what you do to earn it, how you feel about what you do.  People who do evil, who steal, harm, exploit, enslave, these people have a great river of fiscal energy flowing through them – he shows me this fiscal energy as having a charge, which is presenting as grey, which is the colour I see when something is sick, diseased or causing a deficit which will need to be balanced / healed.  Some people call it karma.

Biggie shakes his head, Naw.  (Shows me karma is for people who sit and meditate and do nothing.) (seriously Biggie?  I’m trying to promote meditation on this blog)  Whatever.  You sittin.  You’re waitin for the next thing to happen.  This (the grey revenue stream) is active.  It has a different charge.  (It’s faster, it affects a different level of the soul.)

Karma (shows me the guru) is working over many lives – you and your sister, you’re working out karma.  (oooookayyyy, we’ll come back to that later.)  This, (negative actions consciously taken) generates more than passive karma, this (shows me an elastic band that is being pulled farther and farther, the tension building and building, the band never breaks, it stores more of this energy.)  At some point, (the band and the energy is released) and this happens within that person’s lifetime.

This is why you hear that cliché, that rich people ain’t happy.  These, (shows me the grey revenue stream) can never be happy, it is impossible.  (Shows me icons like Donald Trump, Kevin O’Leary) they learnin’ the lessons of (grey revenue).  That’s why they here.  These are not evil people, they are (playing their roles, living their life plans.)

This, (yoikes, shows me a dictator in what looks like a prison camp.  He has a family, he drives a nice car…) He is soul-less.  (Shows me he’s empty.  His revenue stream is so, it’s nauseating to behold.)  These (shows me the association of slave owners in Jamacia, sugar plantations, how beautiful the island was, shows me Haiti, shows me the people there, how they had been abducted from their tribal homes and made to destroy this island through their labour, he shows me some women in particular who were very sad about it, how the destruction of this beautiful place compounded their sorrows.  This overwhelming experience is connected to the grey revenue stream, to the people who orchestrate the whole thing – the plantations, the whole slavery industry.  The sorrow of millions associated with the revenue stream generated over the hundreds of years the African people were seen as farm animals.

Shows me factory farm animals.  This energy is different from slavery, shows me lab animals, okay Biggie this is an overwhelming collage of images here and the animal (shows me to backfill my heart connection from heaven, which allows me to calmly observe these images rather than close my heart to them.)

Shows me the exploitation of animals for food, medication and household products generates a revenue stream with yet another different type of grey energy, like a greenish-grey, green associated with nature, and this revenue colour showing me how it is flowing off the planet in all different places now.  It’s like our planet and culture go through phases or almost like fashion trends of the type of grey revenue stream which is acceptable.  We are in this planetary exploitation phase at the moment, with the old resonance of concentration camps and slavery/exploitation of people still existing in particular corners of the world.

How do you go in there and fix that?  This is the suffering of you (kind-hearted, empathetic people on the planet in first world countries, who feel relatively powerless to change or affect the world on a scale that is required.)

You recognize your own (perceived) slavery is an illusion.  (Shows me bills, woman weeping as she does her taxes.)  You let it go, you find your power, do you understand? 

He’s asking the readers if they understand.  He’s saying he’ll continue the lesson in dreamtime of those who are struggling with finding financial freedom, You just have to ask nicely, I’ll hook you up (he indicates other teachers available on this topic, so it’s not necessarily Biggie himself who’d answer your questions.  He smiles and looks tall.  Yes he has this look where he seems to increase in height. 

You need to understand the flow of your stream, (it has an aura, what energy is your money?) You take care of your paper, like taking care of a plant.  You look at it, you talk to it, you water it, you feed it once in a while, you change the pot so it’s got room to grow, most of all you love that plant.  Nothing will grow your revenue stream like loving it, (shows me this high-pitched light from the heart connection charging the revenue stream, altering it.  This is how you manifest, this is how you connect to the power of creation, through the heart – that is how we are all connected to each other.)

(Biggie shows the the Maharashi, the Beatle’s guru, and his connection with millions of people around the world.  Shows me Kurt, and how Kurt’s money connection was the colour of his depression, his energy affected the whole experience.)

Who you are is going to be reflected in the flow of money in your life.  That is why (your car) changes.  (Vehicles are one way of showing ourselves and other people what our money looks like.  Shows me the difference between a vehicle leased with anxiety, like trying to keep up appearances, versus a vehicle that is leased with joy and gratitude.)

(Shows me you’ve got to take care of yourself first, you’ve got to love yourself enough to live a healthy life) There is no sense being poor in a rich country.  What you do is recognize the availability of revenue in your life, you (build your positive relationship with that stream) you turn towards it you take it in.  You do not (shows me Kurt and John, exhausted, depressed and feeling hermity with the strain of fame.  It’s true, Biggie didn’t get worn down by fame in that way, and he shows me it was because he set his boundaries, he measured his energy, he embraced every aspect of his success including lawyers and bills.  He measured his approach, he maintained this calm, measured concentration when building his revenue. 

I keep hearing this line from the movie, “I didn’t want to be just another rapper on the street corner.  So I did Juicy, Big Poppa, radio songs.”  (his pop songs that took about 10% of his time when he wrote them and make up 80% of his revenue.  They sold his records that contained the other 90% of his work.)

You go ahead, we can talk again.  (Looks tall.)

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Before I talk to Biggie again, I want to make sure I spend time with this incredibly dense material he’s already provided.  Biggie has high expectations, and it’s an excellent motivational tool!

Please feel free to comment with your questions for Biggie!

 

Celebrity Friday: Comedy Clubs in Heaven

 

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There are so many different versions of “Heaven” and I think it’s important to understand that what we experience after we die is what we need and want.

Of course, individuals seek out their friends, their colleagues, their soul families!  What’s the point of any of this if we don’t have friends, family and love? 

I was asking who might want to talk and tapped George Carlin, asked what he was doing, whether he was hanging with Robin Williams yet, etc.  I got the distinct impression of a dark comedy club with a black, flaking paint and stage lighting that was a little glaring and a bit dim at the same time.

A good ol’ DIVE! 

This is the sort of club George loved the best. 

At this juncture, I got up to stir some soup I was making while writing this post.  It takes such a long time to make decent food, I wanted to multi-task a bit, but I ended up interrupting George right as we were beginning our conversation.  He didn’t seem to mind though, and he had some cooking tips.  Here’s the conversation tangent we just took:

George:  Yeah, put some three year old oregano in there, that shit’s the BEST!

Kate:  It’s three years old?  Holy crap I guess it is.

George:  YEAH (long, drawn out, a tad pervy yeaaaahhhhh!) Old oregano, that’s where you really get the flavour.  I never had any oregano, my drunk friends would think it was pot and try to smoke it!

Kate:  Gross, I can’t believe this stuff is three years old.  What are you George, the french chef now?

George:  Don’t put water in there, where’s your wine!  Put a little more red wine in there, that’s what that french guy would say, they LOVE wine!

I added water and then sat back at my computer.  George, you were talking about comedy clubs in Heaven,

George:  Yeah well you know we gotta keep our game sharp, cause every time one of our friends die, and comedians, actors – they WRECK their bodies!  You know one’s always gonna come in soon!  And what do they all want?  A fuckin FREE SHOW!  For a lot of comics, this was the GOOD SHIT, the BEST of times, the time in the dives, before you got famous, when you had friends you could hang around and drink with and talk shit about. 

We could dish it out good!
Go stir your fuckin’ soup!

Kate:  Sorry about that George, last time.

George:  AS I WAS SAYIN’.  The comedians, that’s the first place they wanna go, to their memories of the best times and relive ‘em.  Especially if they’ve had a hard life, and I think you’ve gotta have a hard life to see anything funny in the world. 

For a lot of comedians, they NEED to get a good laugh in a filthy club before they can even look at their fuckin’ shit-show of a life, and you know, when I’m talking about “comedians” I’m not just talking us stage comedians, us lucky-fuckers who were smart/stupid enough to get famous. 

There are a lot of comedians in life, you’re one of ‘em kid.  (Yes, he actually calls me “kid”)  The people who see the irony, who feel in their guts that none of this shit matters, the things we all take so seriously.  So make fun of it, get other’s to lighten up, bring a little bit of brevity and irreverence to your goddamned existence!

That shit’s sacred, you know what I mean?

So this comedy club, this DIVE, this place of my creation – it’s a place of healing for all those folks who die and feel like the first thing they need is a drink, a smoke and a good fuckin’ laugh!  And some tight-assed angel will take this poor soul by the hand and say, “You need to go to George’s.”

(Shows me the exterior of a night club in a tightly packed, greasy city, at night, dimly-lit by a streetlamp, a crackling neon sign outside in bright pink that says “George’s”.)

George:  I like the bright pink because it make’s the jock / masculine guys think for a second they’re being taken to a gay club, and they think “SHIT!  Did I go to the wrong heaven!!!???”

Kate:  THAT is fucking hysterical, George!!!

George:  I KNOW, I’m a comedian.  Give me a little credit here.

Kate:  Which photo do you want, George?

George:  Uhhh, I like the one in the black turtleneck.  That’s the last time I looked so good!

Kate:  What do you look like now?  (What do you choose to look like now?)

George:  Like I just rolled outta bed.  It feels that way, I still feel like I just woke up.  (Dying is like *waking up* and seeing your whole life as a dream)

George:  Actually, I really liked that movie The Matrix.  Incarnation is a lot like that.  Except when you wake up, it’s sort of a relief.  Except you do miss the people still plugged in.  That’s why we try so hard, you know?  My wife knows I’m okay, I got that point across.  Then I felt, Well, what am I gonna do ‘till she gets here?

Hence:  Chez George.  When my wife gets here I’ll hand the club off to someone else.  And hey, when you get here you be sure to check it out, right?

Kate:  Damn straight I will!  I miss the dark, gritty clubs in Toronto, too.  (Note to readers: Kate had a brief stint in stand-up comedy herself.  Very good, but BRIEF.  Too much drama back stage!)

George:  All that drama was because you were working with other girls.  NOW DON’T GET ALL pissy feminist with me, I did sexist comedy in the 80’s you can’t give me any shit I haven’t already heard!  (teasing)  It’s TRUE, if you’d worked with more male comedians, you would’ve been better respected.  I know the business.  But you never would’ve lasted in that racket for long anyway, so it’s no big loss.

Kate:  Thank you for the life advice, George, it’s good to know I didn’t miss out on the goldmine that is late-night open-mike comedy!

George: See yuh sweetheart.

George:  PS:  That quote you’ve got there, it’s even funnier in heaven!