Elationship Love Spells for Beauty & Truth Lab Researchers by Rob Brezsny

(BTW, this link is banned on FB! ) ~PB

Elationship Love Spells for Beauty & Truth Lab Researchers
by Rob Brezsny |  Free Will Astrology

(excerpted from the revised and expanded edition of Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia)

Are you in quest of a Soul Friend or a Freaky Consort? A Wild Confidante or a Fuck Buddy? A Master of Curiosity who listens better than anyone ever or a Lucid Dreamer with whom you can practice the Art of Liberation?

Then steal these ads. The come-ons below have been designed by the Beauty and Truth Lab’s rapturists to attract allies who are committed to the art of compassionate lust and blasphemous reverence. If you’re a Crafty Optimist or Mystical Activist or Ceremonial Teaser who aspires to put the elation back in relationship, you’re invited to plagiarize any part of these for your own use.



Uncork me, angel. Unfurl me. Release me and restore me and unleash me. Not because I can’t do it myself. Not because I’m just another narcissism-addict jonesing for a quick fix. On the contrary. I’m the most self-sufficient self-starter I’ve ever met. It’s from my position of strength that I aspire to whip up spectacular synergies in tandem with your holy rolling reverberations. So keep in mind that I’m here to uncork you and unfurl you and release you and restore you and unleash you, too. That’s the art of the game that stretches out before us in all directions. That’s the beauty of the gritty reality that’s disguised as a glittery fantasy. As you bless my risks and massage my unconsciousness and save my soul, I’ll always vice your versa. P.S. My last fortune cookie said, “You need nothing and want everything.”



You might say I’m catagoraphobic. I hate getting stuffed into pigeonholes. I run the other way when people try to tell me who I am. So don’t try to figure me out. Just enjoy me. Or maybe I should say just enjoy us. There are so many different facets to my personality that monogamy with me will feel like a promiscuous feast to you. I’m a socialist libertarian and a pacifist warrior. I’m an atheistic lover of many gods, a streetwise thaumaturge with stuffed animals on my Qabalistic altar, and a humble megalomaniac who loves to perform missions of mercy. Always both and yet neither. And what about you? Just to let you know, I love architects who moonlight as smugglers of illegal flowers. I respect vegetarians who sneak pork chops now and then. I admire ex-druggies who get sober with the same fanaticism they once devoted to their addictions. Get the picture? My spirit thrives when nothing and no one are exactly what they seem. Here’s the key to our happiness: As long as we give up our control fantasies, we’ll always get what we want.



Disgruntled postal employee seeks zombie love slave or lonely bank teller to share erotic fantasies about IRS audits and root canals. Just kidding. That’s my sense of humor. You like? Seriously, beautiful, this emotionally adept space case is looking for a flexible alien life-form for exotic forms of togetherness like taking long walks on the astral plane, listening to self-help CDs by the light of a webcast candle, and conducting Jungian conversations between your shadow and my anima, or your alchemical vessel and my philosopher’s stone. Do you have more money than me and sometimes act like a character in a Tom Robbins’ novel? Then e-mail me a tough love letter today. A plus if you can speak John Dee’s language of the angels and know the difference between the Greys, the Pleiadians, and the Elohim.



Future lottery winner and full-time thrill-designer is hunting for a brainteasing emancipator to share risky stunts and international scandals that have lucrative marketing potential. Let’s do a reality TV show that features us hiking through China in our Halloween costumes as we distribute alms for the poor, or air-drop Anais Nin books on Bible Belt colleges as we ride in a hot-air balloon over Mississippi and Alabama. In the great tradition of Picasso, the richest Communist artist who ever lived, we’ll become wealthy pranksters together, poking and prodding the edges of reality.



Me: the soul of a musician, the stamina of a long-distance runner, and the psychological expertise of a veterinarian. You: the body of a feral kickboxer, the eyes of a jet pilot, and the holder of a PhD in Ingenious Love. In matters of the heart, you always know exactly when to sweat and when to cry. You like to play in the sandbox as much as you enjoy working in the trenches — and you don’t mind getting dirty. Send me an image of your face pressed against the copy machine, and I’ll get started reading your mind. In the meantime, I’ll be here in my lab dreaming up experiments we can do to tenderly shock ourselves ever-more awake from what the pros call “the nightmare of history.”



I picture us dressed like corporate executives and standing at a highway exit ramp giving away twenty-dollar bills while holding a cardboard sign that reads “I love to help; I need to give; please take some money.” I foresee us passing scribbled love notes back and forth as we work side by side at the suicide hotline, getting turned on as we breathe in each other’s death-defying pheromones and ride the inside-out exhilaration of saving people’s lives. I have a vision that one day our arms will be brushing and our sultry gazes meeting as we serve peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and lentil stew to homeless folks at the soup kitchen, and when it’s all done we’ll go home and spend the night generating material for our collaborative book, How to Make Love with Your Best Friend, which ultimately earns us a million dollars that we donate to electing brilliant poor people to political office.



Tasmanian devil seeks sleek fox or wily coyote for interspecies communion. It’s a jungle out there, baby, but I know some great trails that lead to rebel grails, and I’m definitely not afraid of the deep, dark stuff. Put your paw in mine and together we’ll ford the rivers and scale the cliffs and swing on the vines. Are you ready to have even more fun than merely being in love? Two grunts mean “Yes, dear.” Two grunts and a howl mean “Fuck, yes, dear!”



Tired of both boringly nice goodie-goodies and menacing lunatics trying to pass off their pathologies as “sexy”? I’m the happy medium: a straddler of the mysterious edge where bliss and struggle overlap, where the difference between light and dark just ain’t that simple. I feel too deeply to pretend that every question has a correct answer. I cry too easily and love too much. And you? Are you smart enough to be guided by your sacred dreams of transgression? Are you free enough to surrender over and over again to the waters of life? If you’ve got the courage, I’ve got the secrets. I’ll be your wild-eyed, smart-mouthed, spread-eagled muse if you’ll be mine.



I’m the one! Pick me for your mission impossible! I’m the one! Pick me to help you storm the kingdom of heaven! Everybody’s somebody’s fool; let me be yours! I have no shame and I have no qualms! I give not until it hurts but until it exalts my libido, and if you’re smart you’ll let me teach you the method in that madness! So electrify me in a sanctuary, you stunning ravisher! Amaze me in a labyrinth! Undress me on an altar! Engorge me in a way station! And I’ll resurrect you wherever you want!



Slapstick thinker with refined sensibilities seeks a saint-like sinner with insanely effervescent style for a long-distance joyride toward the outskirts of Nirvana. Established meditation practice and a good bedside manner are desirable. Would it be too much to ask that you might also have a high level of emotional intelligence without boring me to death with your maturity? Is it possible that you’ll be an entertaining talker who also knows how to listen with your wild heart turned up all the way? Let’s keep reinventing ourselves for as long as it takes to get the hang of changing forever.



Like the skilled Japanese pottery-makers whose work is valued for its trademark blemishes, I thrive on life’s imperfections. Have you ever considered the possibility that your flaws are interesting? I’ll love you for who you are, not who you might be someday. Let me massage your booboos.



Fire-breathing earth-worshiper with the warrior genius of a geisha and the intimacy skills of a samurai seeks an undomesticatable creature of the night with a talent for walking on water. I want a lover, yes, and a blood ally, but I also want a partner in crimes that don’t break any laws … a joy scientist who’s in training to be an ethical outlaw … a dissident bodhisattva with the messianic ambition to overthrow reality. What’s so bad about obsession, anyway? You look fabulous when you’re pushing it to the limit, and so do I. My turn-ons: taboo explorations on the frontiers of enlightened compassion, and peak performances at the border of wildness and discipline. Turn-offs: easy tests that merely flatter my ego and familiar games that put my higher mind to sleep. Resolved: My inner guru wants to get into the funnest possible trouble with your inner shaman.



Are you a stable, down-to-earth romantic who’d enjoy wearing matching sweaters with me while browsing through shopping malls? If so, please stop reading immediately. I’m on the lookout for a Funky Pagan Tantric Nobody with inside knowledge of the Big Bang. Or a descendant of Grandmother Spider, who created the world by imagining it. Or something like that. I’ve figured out six of the 13 Perfect Secrets from the Beginning of Time, and I’m hoping that maybe you’ve got some of the others. Keep in mind that even if civilization goes down in flood and flame tomorrow, we’ve got all the time in the world. Remember all the past lives we’ve shared? And there are more than enough still to come to accomplish all our esoteric schemes and dreams. So I hope you’re ready to rejoin me in singing backup harmonies to the music of the spheres. I trust you’re curious about all the new things I’ve learned that’ll come in handy when I suck your beauty and truth again.



James Thurber once said of a ruined relationship, “Our love never ripened into friendship.” But I promise you no one’ll say that about you and me. I’m not just a trophy hunter lusting after your prize, sweetheart; I’m a multifaceted truth-teller who wants to collaborate with your soft touches, your hard knocks, and everything in between. One of my goals in life is to learn the art of reading my best buddy’s body language as well as my own.



I’m a contemplative daredevil — an angel-wrestling, magic carpet-riding lover of the impossible. You’re a cynical optimist — a reformed smart-ass who’s worked out a deal with your evil twin. I predict that our collaborations will be legendary, our cahoots numinous. We’ll teach emergency dance lessons on the beach just after the hurricane has passed; we’ll take long romantic strolls on tightropes stretched over yawning abysses; we’ll spend the night in sleeping bags on Emily Dickinson’s grave in Amherst, sipping absinthe and acting out her fantasies of making love; we’ll sit in the back row of a musty theater at a midnight-to-dawn marathon of the old Planet of the Apes movies, tickling each other’s ribs and gnawing on each other’s elbows and giving each other past-life readings in loud whispers that annoy the three other weirdos in the place. Are you ready to relax your search for the meaning of life so you can be the meaning of life? Come find me. I’ll be sitting on the post office steps with a toy sheriff’s badge on my lapel and my ego half-unzipped. We can trade clothes in the alley and rollerblade out to the nearest bridge for a spitting-into-the-wind contest.


The only path to peace is the Path of Love. 02/28/2015 by John Smallman

Saul Audio Blog for Saturdy February 28th

Humanity is at the tipping point, at the point of balance between sleep and full consciousness.  You have been told this before, I know, but it remains true, as you rock gently backwards and forwards between those two states.  It is a little like being at the edge of the seashore on a beautiful warm day in your bathing attire, ready to enter the water, BUT you still think it might be a trifle cold for bathing, so you teeter-totter at the edge trying to decide.  Well of course you have already decided to immerse yourselves, for you are wearing your bathing costume! It’s just a question of waiting for that intuitive “right moment” to go ahead and do it.  And that moment is very close, so do not allow your Light to slip back out of your awareness and seemingly drag you back into the darkness that is the illusion.

You are on Earth at this moment to awaken yourselves and humanity from the nightmare that the illusion has become, and in which you are entangled.  You cannot fail in this tremendous undertaking because you have aligned yourselves with God’s Will – you are always aligned with His Will, it is just that your consciousness of this has been hidden from you – and His Will is that you awaken.  God’s Will is always done which is why you cannot fail to awaken yourselves and humanity.

To many of you that seems to be an impossible task as you observe the enormous amounts of pain and suffering that continue to arise on your beautiful planet.  You all know people who are hurting, often seemingly most unfairly because of circumstances beyond their control, and you are all aware of the unconscionable suffering endured by those living in war zones.  You have all seen people driven by intense hatred or resentment adding to the suffering, and you ask yourselves “How can this possibly ever change, let alone in an instant?”  Well, you are forgetting two important things 1) the world as you experience it is illusory, and 2) God’s Will is for you all to live in eternal joy.

To awaken is your destiny, your inevitable and unavoidable destiny.  You know that, so do not let the illusion deceive you into believing otherwise.  Its purpose is deceit and confusion, and it produces this effect by convincing each of you that you are separate from each other, from the planet, and from God.  And your experiences within it appear to confirm this for you.  But, deep within yourselves, you know this is not the case, and so you hope, you pray, you meditate, you intend to be loving at all times, and this intention is bringing you and all of humanity forwards out of the illusion.

And you also know this, because all around the world you can see unmistakable signs of wakefulness, as people refuse to allow deceit, corruption, and secret divisive agendas to remain hidden as the worldly powerful attempt to maintain their control over everyone else.

It is no longer possible for the corrupt deceivers and their minions to keep their agendas and operations secret while they maintain a front of philanthropic concern for their fellow humans.  Many of you are well aware that a large number of so-called philanthropic organizations are anything but philanthropic.  They pay lip service to the causes they espouse to encourage you to contribute to them financially, and then use those finances to serve their real agendas.

But humanity is no longer a willing mass of mindless slaves subservient to the debt imposed on them by those who claim to have their best interests at heart.  Through the amazing work of a few, whose integrity is impeccable, the contemptible and utterly dishonorable behavior of those who have for so long occupied the seats of power is being widely exposed.  The foundations on which their corrupt empires have been constructed are crumbling rapidly, and so they attempt ever more ineffectively to frighten you into supporting them by claiming that the forces of evil (terrorism!) will overwhelm you all if you do not.

Wars are winding down.  Do not believe the mass hysteria of the mainstream media that would strongly suggest to you that threats of war have never been more real and that dealing with them forcefully has never been more urgent.  This is not the truth.  The world and all who inhabit it want peace.  Those in war zones even more desperately than anyone else.  If you have ever lived in a war zone you can surely understand this.  Do not be misled into believing that greater and more powerful armies need to be built and supplied with ever more powerful and destructive weapons to ensure world peace.  To believe that is to follow the path to insanity, so do not take it.

The only path to peace is the Path of Love.

There is no other way.  There can be no other way.  Force of arms, and the promise that it can protect you or anyone, is the path to self destruction on a vast scale, and your present technologies can indeed inflict incalculable damage and suffering upon you and your loved ones, in fact on every sentient being on the planet.

Turn away from military might and the utterly false promise that its supporters hold out to you.  Refuse to be cowed and overcome with fear because nothing in the illusion is real and can threaten your eternal and immortal existence.  Yes, of course your bodies can be severely damaged causing you much pain, but You can never be harmed.  If you engage in war-mongering, as some insane and seemingly powerful people are trying to persuade you is the way forwards, there will be further suffering on a vast scale . . . for those who are sent to engage in it, and for those in the areas where the destructive activities are to take place.

Small corrupt groups of powerful people have always attempted to make fortunes from war which others will engage in on their behalf.  Which side emerges victorious is of no consequence to them, and in truth no side can ever be victorious.  Enormous suffering will have occurred, ceasefires will be called for with increasingly raucous dissonance, and then put into effect with great fanfares.  But nothing will have changed, and the urge and enthusiasm for hostilities will arise once more.  And that and separation (divide and conquer) is what the illusion is all about.

Therefore continue to hold most firmly to your intent to be loving in every moment and in every situation.  Continue to hold your divine Light on high for all who choose to see It to see It.  There are far more than you can possibly imagine who have the eyes to see and who will see.  The laying down of arms is imminent, but your loving intent is an essential aspect of the divine plan to bring it about.

Remember, there is only Love.  Nothing else is real.  Open your hearts to the Tsunami of Love enveloping you and allow it to flow through you to all on the planet, because that is what is going to awaken you all.  It is irresistible, although you can delay acceptance of it . . . DONT!  You have slept for long enough already, so awaken into everlasting joy as you FEEL the Love that embraces you, and allow the illusion to dissolve.  It will, because nothing unreal can exist in the Presence of God, it can only appear to exist in the minds of man.

Your release from the nightmare is assured because it is your will let it go.  There is nothing within it to hold you to it except an unwarranted fear of being without it.  You know that you need it as surely as a fish needs a bicycle!  Therefore, let it go.

With so very much love, Saul.

Really? 9/11 Truth Art Accepted by Museum at Ground Zero
Written by Craig McKee  | Architects & Engineers for 9/11 Truth

Saturday, 13 December 2014

Prominent Illustrator’s Work Now in Permanent Collection

To call it unlikely would be an understatement.

A work of art that challenges the official account of 9/11 has been accepted into the permanent collection of the 9/11 Museum in New York City. And surprisingly, the piece was created by an artist who is best known for his illustrations in the mainstream media.

Anthony Freda — who has contributed provocative political art to publications like The New York Times, Time, Rolling Stone, Esquire, The New Yorker, and Playboy — says he has no idea why the museum would accept his painting, titled “9-11 Questions.”

The original “9-11 Questions” by artist Anthony Freda is now owned by the 9/11 Museum, though it is not clear whether its curators intend to ever display it in public.

“I still can’t figure out what is in the museum’s mind letting me in there, because literally every part of my being is fighting against the official narrative that they are trying to promote,” he said in an interview. “The thing that fascinates me, and they admitted this, is that this is the only piece in the entire collection that questions the official narrative in any way.”

Freda met with museum staff for 90 minutes to donate the art and to answer questions about the images it contains. The entire exchange was filmed for a documentary called Behind Truth Art, which is planned for release in 2015. (This 30-minute preview shows highlights of the meeting.)

Museum officials told Freda that “9-11 Questions” will rotate with other works on display and that it may also be included in traveling 9/11 art shows organized by the museum. But he concedes that museum officials, now that they own it, can do whatever they want with the piece — including locking it in a vault forever.

Freda created the work eight years ago, when The Village Voice commissioned him to illustrate its article “Fakes on a Plane,” which was intended to “gently make fun” of online 9/11 documentaries like Loose Change and the people who believe them.

“The script is literally out of 1984. It’s life imitating art.” ~ Anthony Freda

The assignment led Freda to research the subject of 9/11, and he reached an unexpected conclusion — that those who were challenging the official story are actually intelligent, serious about their research, and willing to make personal sacrifices to stand up for the truth.

“Oh my God, these guys aren’t crazy like I thought,” he recalls saying to himself. “Why would they put their careers on the line to get this information out when they have everything to lose and nothing to gain?”

Thus began Freda’s personal journey of discovery. The more he explored, the more convinced he became that the evidence put forward by the 9/11 Truth Movement is scientific, factual, and undeniable.

“I didn’t go into this willingly or easily, but when you’re presented with all the evidence, you can only stick your head in the sand so long. The more I look into it, the more the evidence becomes reinforced. It just gets stronger and stronger, and you can’t tear it apart.”

Freda says he also came to understand how much of a price the world has paid as a result of the 9/11 deception: wars, millions dead, a police state, and a pervasive feeling of fear, hysteria, and paranoia.

“The script is literally out of 1984. It’s life imitating art.”

Freda admits to biting the hand that feeds him. “A lot of the publications I’ve worked for are the same people who promoted the lies that took us to Iraq and reinforced the official narrative [of 9/11]. I have a foot in both worlds. When I get some assignments from mainstream media, I try to use those assignments to get some truth messages in there. They have the right to say what they want to say, and we have a right to say they are lying.”

The documentary

Behind Truth Art director John Massaria will be using the work of Freda as the focal point of his film, which he hopes will be upbeat, not heavy or preachy. “Through this, we’re trying to say to people, ‘What do you think about using art to wake up people?’ Art transcends words and language, and it kind of takes all those barriers down.”

Freda agrees: “The movie’s not just about me, it’s about activists and artists and people who are trying to come up with creative ways to get these messages out there.”

Interviewees for the film include William Binney, Gerald Celente, Richard Grove, Adam Kokesh, Peter Kuper, Lee Camp, and a number of other thinkers and activists.

Massaria says that once Freda’s 9/11 piece was accepted, the museum gave him permission to bring in a film crew to document the artist donating his work. But after the film had been shot, museum officials had a change of heart. “What’s curious is they really didn’t want us releasing that footage at all; they tried to backpedal.”

At that point, Massaria turned for legal advice to Architects & Engineers for 9/11 Truth founder and CEO Richard Gage, who referred him to a team of lawyers. They confirmed that a film documenting the museum staff accepting Freda’s donation would not be cause for a lawsuit. If it came to that, though, it would “look pretty bad for the public relations department [of the museum],” Massaria observes.

“It just brings up another side of the story. And if you can’t have both sides shown, then the museum’s a fraud.”  ~ John Massaria

The director couldn’t have scripted things any better: Filming Freda being questioned about his work of art for an hour and a half ended up being much more interesting and revealing than if the staff had said a simple “thank you” for the gift.

Massaria says he was told that the museum has also had several 9/11 Truth films donated by their directors, but that these films will remain in the museum’s internal archives. He says he hopes the public will demand that Freda’s “9-11 Questions” be exhibited.

“It just brings up another side of the story. And if you can’t have both sides shown, then the museum’s a fraud.”

A major obstacle to the film being finished is funding. A Kickstarter campaign brought in $3,500, but more money is needed to complete it. Anyone interested in contributing to the effort can email the filmmaker [here].

Craig McKee is a journalist and the creator of the blog Truth and Shadows.