Nature's Law

 

Should be best to survive yourselves out of the dark ages.
That is where the collective is, if you can focus and acknowledge.
It is why when you seek to embrace beauty and solidity, once,
there seems four more hands pulling you back.
Or when you wish to speak of anything with sense,
there are all the more organizations and their armies or "many,"
lecherous, to keep the offensive nature from being said.
What is so offensive?
Natural beauty,
Nature's Law,
Striving,
work ethic,
Accomplishment.
Such Naughty Words when in the age of unenlightenment.
But in a world of balance and prosperity and uprightedness,
those are endeared qualities.

How much do you have to break through and fight through,
for sensible functions of thought to be found again?

Those who are funded to constantly invert nature,
while plying in words like 'Progress,'
'empowerment,' etc. and sucking more money away,
doing nothing, those are called bullshit artists.

I'd ask, world, what do you want to be?

The World

 

What if the Euros learned Magic again
and saved their own asses?
And produced a power of inner light?
to live beyond fear and be strong, with love and might
#photography #freespirit #freedom #innerlight #risen #photography #arts #blackandwhitephotography #censoredartist #hiking #journey #strength #arts #expression

rumble sample of chameleon shelter

 

   

yeahcheck it out, even the audio encodes much much better on rumble. It gets so gnarred down and depleted of audio detail on youtube. Maybe we can all say bye to youtube soon?
not to beat that dead horse of complaining yet-still but its been a real hellstrom being so censored,  generally, on the 'main media' sites.  these other platforms, some of them, actually deliver really good quality for the source file.
Of course straight .WAV source or the original audio file beats any of them. spotify is kind of mehh with quality, also. That being said some of what I'd done is hit or miss with what I had to work with.

here's chameleon shelter disc 4 uploaded in some better representation. 
disc 5 has 5 views for over a decade of being hosted, so either I blow at what I do, I am not promoting it the right way, or I am so algorithmically suppressed on that site that even my attempt and intent to create some  new kinds of audio experiences ain't the breadth compared to the zombie clone "bitches, drugs, money!' topical musical barf.

well someday I can share what I was getting at, with some of these projects. as mayhemic as they appear.. there's subtletites and some pretty stuff within. I never even had much peace of time available to make THOSE! now I have little peace at all, ever, day to day in life. but still want to make, create and perhaps tops some of these creations.   nobody really cares, hardly much, to be honest, where I could get a place of reception to afford onwardness with this. So boo hoo to that.  but Im not from this timeline for better or worse. 
anyhow re-listening to this disc and trying to feel what it was I was aiming for with it. 
I get jabbed at by some of the local musicians too and all that shit for not playing "the right way" but they can be shitty, spoiled snobs. This is for outcasts anyhow. Not the parasites that took over what is a person's soul trying to say something even with all fucking odds against them. 

paige's dragonfly on rumble.com

 

hi, I didn't realize rumble was so much better at video quality encoding.
Looks like I may opt to move my visual creations over to that website as opposed to youtube. Finally able to feel like the clarity comes across as it was intended here, and never really met that assessment with youtube. Even though this video is already ever so old I felt like I wished more would see it in its clearer framing. 

 Why can people be cruel
and heartless and soulless and vile
Never forgive the 'woke.'
they want you replaced, dumbed down and dead.

It's kind of interesting how everything the experts claim has to do with taking away our food supplies and energy sources. I wonder if there's a pattern.

 This song is great
Soul love and aspiration really  is something else.
Ithaca NY is a soulless vile shitstain filled with evil, corrupt pieces of total trash

 klank, klank.
Anyway I'm getting to enjoy creating graphics again and mostly design work. Sort of letting it fulfill while just being the medium of creating, which is a lot of stress off of one's back.  

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/realm/realm.html

also

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/photo/albums/gold_solve_chrysalis.html

and 
https://www.lomemarsupial.com/photo/albums/earthly_rose_blood_silk.html
are examples for feeling at home and content where the principle of design creation feels right and nothing needs to be changed really.

the page  in image attached above is an example but just with some icons and the header logo.  I'm getting alright with that and most importantly just having fun doing images and pieces. Not overthinking, or using total 4X4 or 8X10/12 reliance on full frames. I think having the space of cutouts and hovering backdrops makes it a little easier to put shapes together with less reliance of taking care of every bit of frame needing to be filled up.

am multi tasking now and have to get back to what I was doing. Rebuilding energy and commitments lately

 2022 was fucken shit, and so thank God and I'm glad that's out of here!
It was launched off and away to some distance molten sphere far hotter than our wincing Sun.

It's 2023 and I feel better already!

and 2023 will be an extremely interesting and exciting year (for all of  humanity.)
(nobody will admit it though even when it happens all around them and before their very eyes.)

have added a lot of graphic re-designs on the main site and enjoying the re-emergence of milder days out in the land of the real outdoors.  soppy grey melted slushiness has been appealing after the quick pass of ultra chills.

will be publishing some reviews comparing Campbells Chicken Pub Pot Pie soup to Progresso's Basil Tomato Soup with some exciting anecdotes and a real tale of suspense final verdict on which one truly is the victor.

Also I think considering getting a used woolen blanket might pay off better than a newly bought wool blanket. Given you wash it a great number of times before ever using it. For once: A pre owned one will unravel and clump less going through a cycle, and is more affordable.  Unless, nixxing both options, you just find some huddle of sheep and sleep close and in the center.

 There are no local news reports.   I have been paying attention to humidity levels, just on the chance of wondering  about string buzzing and the freak turnarounds of highs and lows weather-wise.  because I traded out an old reso-backout for a spruce top which is a really wonderful yet extremely budget instrument. prolly best to keep those instruments unknown and untalked about so the prices don't get jacked up.  but they play sweet and there's no excuse to ever get an expensive priced guitar again.  have been playing with cutting out and placing new pick guards on.  
This blog is a dredge and  word soup. I'm not offended or flickered or bothered or bugged by it in any way, its okay.  
I'm just sitting aback and penning down mentally humanity's sort of mass deluge which is weird, and freaky freaky.  But its just another ride in the machine.   
The water comes into the coast and there's some goodness and fine walks, and flashes of lightning flickering to show glimpses of a minimal vantage to a bigger picture.
I like song writing and folk lore. And don't want to be a public person very much it does turn out.
Regurgitating what you come to see and know and learn back out into the rest of the public isn't something of a well mannered or very accepted ideal with the Dogma spin cycle so very tightly whirling. The Truth is Trouble on a social collective level. But internally and without haste it is a welcoming and gentle and often comedic kind of refreshing process.  
It takes jesters and figureheads and brainwashing aficionados to instill new rhythms and currents into the public mind and that's a real stoop with a huge chasm between the last step and the sidewalk.

 Glad to have '22 over with

 There is only so much of a capacity of soul force or spirit to go around in the "host" of the flesh,"
and the more of the many does show why there is more of a chance to see walking husks. And their sour attitudes and hateful demeanors are explicit toward an increase that, because soul force, or spirit, or 'Vril" is that which cannot be spread out onto such an amount of breadth, you will find mass mass mass amount of population reset or population reduction found again and again, sold off as attractive or unique and something to aspire to.
The truth is scary because self-change is the equivalent of operating a new tool or a function. Of developing something that was not present before.  Rather than admissions, people will fight their way into death to serve the safety and tranquility of  never admit being wrong.

Little transumanists in the making.
Sour souls and heads full of rule-making for anybody but themselves of their masters-of-media.

Spiritual teachings have been hijacked by arrogant showpeople and stunted druggies and the gynocentric imbalance of ___vs____ teachings, rather than strict internal balance have made the shitshow you see before you.
No warning to mankind will be terse or bold enough because escapism is so intense, collectively.

It is silent work, more truthfully than ever, to aspire soul power or spirit or a life force that snaps out of the constant hypnosis and low energy draining tactic in which shows the masses very much are a "food" of sorts.

I look around at the increasing violence even in "heavenly" little towns, and the transplants that take it over, bringing their minds of disaster, drugs, incompetence, and massive larping as spiritual people, and they are drunkards, trend-riders, loud mouths with cult rules, and destroyers of gentle necessary energies.
They will make excuses for why it "is that way" before they
ever
see
that
they are the exact things they preach and imprint and scold about.

A stabbing on meadow street, home invasions, this, that, just fluff it off.  the world's shittiest graffiti slobs honing in.  Woke delusional sloppy thinkers with their badges of symbol reduction, pressed off the same machine again and again and again.

The spiritless demanding ways and rulesets for ceremonies they muddy up the processes of. 
They are 'hosts.'   Many are 'hosts.'
Not to some holy spirit or uplifting and clean process and powerful teaching resolve.
There always had been that, too, but it is politicized now.  
Since I have been robbed opportunity for a fair and equal playing field because of these transplants and these loud, blurry, obnoxious, stumbling and self-mismanaged riders of images and identity presentation,  there is little sympathy here. Little empathy here.
You are destroyers and also 'food' for your masters.
It lingers into extremes of imbalance. Your shows are a divide and conquer surge where you are the tools used to play it out. 
Simple skills to learn in life are avoided - mainstays of self sufficiency while you run cities and shit up industries, making low brain process and gut level energy games of follow the leader in which your idols and gods are hollywood dumbasses and blackmailed revolutionaries who divide and conquer ad-infinitum.  You may eat the scraps off their  bones if you are lucky enough but it is history all the same with expenditures of selfishness and you are just another cult all over again.

 

 I would be thankful if I could have a moment of peace in my life

 hey do you want to be a part of the music industry?
(do you want to be blackmailed into doing fucked up shit,
and be a slave immersed to lawyer words of a contractual agreement?)
Do you want to just nix generations into another cultural stigma?

 All the bands today suck dinosaur cock
Why do you suck dinosaur cock?

ra

 I'ma go take a nap for 50million  years

 

 

lomemarsupial emerald green glass lome marsupial

 update

busy life

here are demos that sound like
 

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/mp3/temporary/temp_aud.html

and edited will sound as 

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/alemeharot.html

Here's some listed as a vid file

A Leme Harot 

Chameleon Shelter 

Dance Like A Human(e)

Triangle 

Bit Ears Off  Your Rabbit Friend

Parads Sce Live 

and anyway if you would like to hear more recent songs and demos there are still some on these pages
https://www.lomemarsupial.com/audio/new_demos.html

 

 

I'm happy with River Safe, Billboard Dreams, Obscene Grey and Gobekli Tepi soundwise,
And have audio-plays/sound "operas"  and will hope to have enough conveyance of spirits and due justice of serving the intents of these sound atmospheres to represent the dream intent of them all.

Some raspy some smooth

have had so much going on in my life in ways that are so not fun but intending to direct creativies despite all oddities against-o-me.

 

 I wish world souls would heal. Let's be done with this damned cruelty. 
This world, peace or solace I find just deep in a nature. Wickedness stay parted from me.
The lethargic or sprinted discharged energies from strangers and their ill will or displaced hatreds, be done of it away from my being. 

 Ithaca is pretty much fucking done. Good idea to leave the place. Maybe  a decade ago.
Fuck this little up its own ass town.
This place is vile.

 Rapture:
Part of the path to absolution

In Robert Anton Wilson's (and Robert Shea's) Illuminatus Trilogy
one of the ongoing antagonists was the American Medical Association.

Satiation 609

 Pulitzers Prizes were shred up to fuel European heat in towns that once were warming centers.
A novice might walk in and see and find out and look at how nations are funded to destabilize upon themselves. By all those who work and live and are encentered in those nations. They pay for their own chess pieces to get knackered down.

I used to get punished by going and being put into in-school suspension, but it was to be locked into a room of silence and atmospheric peacefulness. A forray into a path of luddites and anti-social bends and crescendos. Sometimes other folks were there, too, serving moments and escaping inside of the larger place to wish to escape.  

So it wasn't really punishment, as what really was had been the gleamy eyed staredowns of wrought professionals who were carved stiff and stood there wooden, like a dull but persistent kind of carving blade made them into what they were.
If you don't accept being carved up into exact shapes as that, you must be gone off to not interact or to perhaps inspire self-changing.  But those who chose their own path end up where the rest are kicked out.
Then they find peaceful room and solitude to actually start thinking without the reprimands of doing it wrong. 

the 7 month idea

 Vitamin C and no more visits to nerve specialists. They're pulverizers & I'd like a consonant of healing. What blimey charades!

Anyway who could make skydiving look so easy? From always standing on the ground--
It's my duty to now and forward always listen to my mind and body. If a person becomes a pay check for the LOA of industry-healing, it's like your fed a little sugar every time, then when lured in, blammed by a mallot of new ailments to mouth feed and supplement, by state, for time and money and bodily investment.
Well I feel blathered from all of that. No specialists or experts, what a toss of it all. You hear giggling in the hallways and loud chatter and its from the workers themselves in medical center hallways. And you count your thoughts and sit in stillness, figuring when anesthesia ain't used in the process. Go on 4 months of the left side of your whole head coming and going with nerve bullshit, cantankerous from the first dentist's fuck up. It's okay, look at the bright side. If you pull through this one without that nerve damage crud, and learn and go on sooner without repeat returns to places that butcher and slog you up more and more, you wind up on the right side of getting out. Rebuilt into a better peace.
But man I'm not sure into this medical industry contemplation any more. I'm losing more sleep. My ear is ringing and banging. The ENT gathered up a camera on a wire, and thats the no anesthesia part. Reading after the visit on the typical shouldnt and precautions, seeing how many are and have been skipped in all of these common routines I'd been chairman to, well you hit the back of my throat and tonsil. Careless and mad in new york, medical transplants with acreages to pay. Teether the patient. Let's get em something to come back and return for. Walk out worse off than ya walked in. Cant you hire a hobo to punch ya in the gut and get all about the same? Days after Samhain, too, all of this. Well it brought me back to being laid out in bed and writing this. I erased some other writings when in some zone or mode. really hankering it out. Looking back, should have let them stay. But darker sarcasms. The intent behind them all is just fair play nutrition of existing. But the 'systems' keep trying to speed up their steam rollers and aim right freaking toward me. Walking in front of them voluntarily, however, such as my visit to the ENT, wasn't wise. Wasn't smart at all! I learned. Moment they said the dentist fuck up had nothing to do with my ear pain was when I should have walked out. Legal priorities of satiated contracted of social hospitality left a person to say "I'll see where this leads." Which is to here. More time taken away. More time trying to heal but with worse nerve pain now. Cayuga medical, yeah imagine if you tried to badmouth them, how many scholarly tanks would come soaring. Too big a name to jab at really, isn't it? Well them and tompkins dental could find better training and skillset and care for patients. If this is permanent nerve damage then I'm fucked. But nothing should be impossible for relevant healing. If its permanent nerve damage though, and its going to be 4+ months soon, I can at least be a voice for myself about the parties that allow slip ups. I'd rather write about other things. I'm rehabilitating animals. but also myself now because of this.

And have a keyboard to try to fun around with and program, which has acoustic based response for its keys and a sound chip that was supposed to be a step up from that one I'd really leaned on for atmospheric explorations for, well, near 17 years now. Just need to dip into the learning curve of its new track mode. Sort of play them one, program track, and again, then they're all layered and saved, only at the end with sound cues hit in for each instrument. Then streaming them straight into the program.. so that there is always a back up copy stored on the keyboard, and if levels "clip" then its okay. Just re-play it into the recording software at a lower level. No tragic loss of clipping. And can separate each instrument layer into its own track, just match the tail end sound cues up. But with drifting, maybe I have 200+ sound... no, 905+ being lenient, audio atmospheres that could have the drifting issue. Which means the percussion is off a small bludgeon.

Other instruments like air instruments of piano or this or that, theres a lot more room for error. Regardless, that's the system used for multi-layering tracks. And I just need to see how the keyboard with the newer system does that exact same intended process.

Maybe it even has more tracks to program, because the one I'm used to capped out at 6. But had been wonderful for what it was. And playing in that realm of keyboard atmospheres with "real enough" sounding backdrops, especially the Tabla drum, its just plain fun to build up scores to, or blueprints for organic instruments to layer atop of. But Im sitting here and my ear is pulsing again and I want it to go away. My opting to at the moment say "Go Ahead" and the dentist I never met before at the practice I had gone to for several years, went ahead. And that was the beginning of leading up to---this. The filling that didnt NEED to be replaced, was. And now, further pains from the dentist. And now.. the ENT visit jarred my throat up some and made the multi month nerve pulsing pissing me off pain more agitated and I get to be all miserable and further isolated, trying to do whatever I can just just think this will go away and I can get on from it. I leer away from professionals now. Good lord they terrify me. Good lord I could have just walked away from this but didnt know what would happen. We think things should go smooth with people who work intricate jobs dealing with human nerves. I dont know. I mean I feel a hospital offed my grandfather with ventilators and also "forgetting" to give him food (several times) so I am biased in ways, when experiencing it personally and also personally.

If I feel better and heal and can get onto other stuff I will hope I can look back and think I had learned a thing or two. And to always self-medicate, to not go looking for any hands on or touched upon me actions by anybody else at all at this point. The medical industries and the local branches of unprofessional procedures and attitudes and results of being damaged unto this shit will hopefully wisen me up, though obviously my cynicism will carry on like a blight light of high bright, the brightest lamp held firm for ages. I'll probably even become religious. So regardless, that is what I have been up to. Deep deadened eyes and this numbing actual frightening pain at my nerves.

Some more "character building" in this life experience it really seems. Yuh Angels of Mercy with softest hands, more caressing and less squeezing.

How bout for everyone, some better type of go?