Who do you allow to live in your head?


“Who do you allow to live in your head?”
–Randall Wolfe


Every time someone does or says something to us or for us that we think about afterwards we are renting them space in our heads. Sometimes its something simple as remembering with a smile someone who let us go in front of them in line. Sometimes it can be resentments and pain that we’ve held inside for decades. Is there someone growing up, a parent or relative perhaps that hurt you or said horrible things to you when you were a child and made you feel less than you are? Do you think about them every day and try to prove them wrong or worse yet right? Would you want that person as a roommate? Then maybe its time to kick them out of your head. It’s not easy. Part of it is learning how to forgive. Part of it is looking at that person from what you know now about what they were going through. I am not saying that this will make it right. Understanding and forgiveness will allow you to evict them gently so that your life can become better. There are so many people who by example and by deed make much better head mates. If you can’t think of anyone, sometimes being alone with those voices from the past no longer there is alright too.
Blessings, G


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Waiting For the MoonWaiting For the Moon by G A Rosenberg


UnderlyingUnderlying Chaos by G A Rosenberg

Freeing the Pictures That Live Inside My Mind


“Open your mind and let the pictures out”
― William S. Burroughs


When my imagination runs free, then the colours and shapes combine and I see images emerge. I midwife these designs and so create (or would transmit be a more apt word) art. When I still my inner voice, than I hear whisperings, word imagines full of nuance and song and the poetry dances before me. First tho there has to be an opening and a surrendering to the muse who then lets me have my way. First tho I have to find my silence and open my mind, my heart and my soul so that the talent can funnel through.
Blessings, G


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Rose Quartz ChamberRose Quartz Chamber by G A Rosenberg


Portal4bPortal by G A Rosenberg


The Only Box That Fits Is Infinite


“The most thoroughly and relentlessly damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all ‘Damned Things’ is the individual human being. The social engineers, statisticians, psychologists, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this ‘Damned Thing’ into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. The psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the ‘Damned Thing’ will not fit into their slots.”
― Robert Anton Wilson


You gave me a box
with my name on it
beautifully lined and the shape fit me
“Slip it on”, you whispered
“it will grow on you”
I knew that was true
for if I was to spend time
in the shape you saw me in
it would become me
the parts that didn’t fit
would wither away
but those parts were intrinsic
to who I am
“No thank you, I’ll pass”
you got angry
as so many did before
Family, school, work,
religion, and most friends
all so helpful with their boxes
each one slightly different
and none of them my own.
The only box that fits is infinite
with infinite room to grow
Any other is a container
and I will not be contained
— G A Rosenberg


Blessings, G


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He Followed Me Home Can He Keep MeHe Followed Me Home, Can He Keep Me? by G A Rosenberg


Butterfly InversionButterfly Inversion by G A Rosenberg


Breaking Social Restrictions (or perhaps just Bending them a might)


“No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them.”
― James Branch Cabell


It started in my Junior year of High School. My parents sent me to a private school that had an amazing number of rules that seemed to govern every aspects of our time and behaviour. It seemed so much more restrictive than the public school I had been in the year before. Fairly early on tho I began to gain a new understanding. Because there were so many rules to keep track of, the part of the faculty responsible for discipline were kept on their toes. As in any bureaucratic system the more rules there are, the easier it is to manipulate the system. Because I showed an aptitude for math, they wanted to move me up one class. They told me it was up to me to decide where I felt most comfortable. I could take the lower class third period and have fourth period free or I could take the more advanced class forth period and have the third period free. It really was an easy decision. I told my forth period teacher that I was taking the easier math and the third period teacher, I was taking the advanced class and for three months, I enjoyed a double free period. By the time they had caught up to me and decided to keep me in detention for quite awhile, I had left to see if there was life outside of high school. Five months later when I came back, the heads of the school were rather dumbfounded and allowed me to take two classes during the summer and graduate with my class the next year. To be honest they didn’t know what hit them..
Since then I have learned that breaking and bending rules social and otherwise have consequences, yet not all of them are necessarily negative ones. Its a matter of self-honesty (Bob Dylan said that if you lived outside the law you have to be honest and he was correct) , understanding the reasons why the rules are there in the first place (not all rules are bad–there are as many rules are in place to promote safety as there are rules that benefit the convenience of those in charge). If we rebel for the sake of rebellion only than we are still being controlled by others, in that we are reacting to them rather than following what is right for us. Figuring out what is right for ourselves and following that is of primary importance. Didn’t William Shakespeare say “Above all else to thine own self be true”
Blessings, G

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Pulling the MoonPulling the Moon by G A Rosenberg

The Beating of WingsThe Beating of Wings by G A Rosenberg

Time’s Currency – A Consciousness Stream


“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
― Henry David Thoreau


“Time, Time, Time see what’s become of me” I have donated my time and spent my time, sometimes even squandered it, some of it on stuff that mattered, some only mattered at the moment…such currency we have. Time knows no class and it is never really saved or sequestered merely spent differently…
There is a relative aspect to time. When we don’t enjoy what we’re doing there seems to be much more of it yet when we love our existence and want to savour each second, it seems to vanish… still I would rather have those flowing golden moments than an eternity of dross… so I guess when it comes to time spent, (time served?) Those who have had the most joy are the richest… I wish you all many moments of bliss and a joy that will bring meaning to every moment.
Blessings, G


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Psychedelic BroadcastPsychedelic Broadcast by G A Rosenberg


This Bears Further StudyRe: Union by G A Rosenberg

Perspective Answers


“Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.”
–Truman Capote


Which head is answering the question?
Which key will fit this lock?
Am I a parent or a child?
Do I represent my gender? My Orientation?
Do I represent this spiritual or psychological perspective?
Do I represent this economic class or political leaning?
Do I have to make a choice?
In the end I represent a snapshot of myself in the moment. My perspective may be coloured by some of these things, all of them or none of them and the colour may be playing against type…
After all what are they but contradictory voices yammering… In the end tho its surprising how often it becomes necessary to speak, to say, to decide.
I try to cultivate a condition of intuitive arbitrariness at these times when an answer seems mandatory. I can always backtrack afterwards and see why it was the ‘right’ one. Of course being the king of second guessers (a title given me by my ever patient and loving partner) I can often see how the opposite answer would work as well…
It’s our choices in the moment tho that determine the rabbit holes we journey down.
Blessings, G


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Peering OutPeering Out by G A Rosenberg


Medicine WheelMedicine Wheel by G A Rosenberg

No Ordinary People


“I don’t think there is any such thing as an ordinary mortal. Everybody has his own possibility of rapture in the experience of life. All he has to do is recognize it and then cultivate it and get going with it. I always feel uncomfortable when people speak about ordinary mortals because I’ve never met an ordinary man, woman, or child.”
― Joseph Campbell


Hanging around with many people, online and off, who are into spiritual matters I have noticed something. There are lots of people who feel that they are somehow special, a cut above the rest in awareness, knowledge, understanding etc.
I have known so many people who have felt that they had a unique connection to higher levels of being. That’s fine and it is a rare thing indeed for me to question it. What drives me a bit nuts tho, is hearing people talking about others as ‘juggles’, ‘unaware’, ‘involved’, asleep etc. OK so there are lots of people out there who have yet to explore the spiritual side of their beings yet every one of them has some form of unique spiritual beauty that no one else has…there is some facet of universal being that they are uniquely heir to with infinite potential. In the joy and delight of discovering my own and sharing with others I tend to feel too busy treading my path to worry overmuch about where I am relative to others.
Blessings, G


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Beach Under a Copper SkyBeach Under a Copper Sky by G A Rosenberg


Seeking the InfiniteSeeking the Infinite by G A Rosenberg

Consequences of Certainty


“Every moment I sacrifice my certainty to confusion so that pathways will open up to greater understanding”
— Randall Wolfe


Jack Kerouac said that all he had to offer was his own confusion. I can relate to that. Any time I find myself certain about anything my universal kaleidoscope spins and questions rush in. I’m learning to be ok with that tho. I have met many people who have total certainty about how things work and while I used to find them infinitely magnetic, I have learned to be very weary. It seems that as soon as something becomes certain for us, we stop questioning it. What’s worse is that the longer that certainty has to set, the more solid and unbreakable it becomes to the point of being unable to allow for error. Once we allow that to happen then our growth becomes stunted and we limit our universe to just what we know. I would rather remain confused and stay open to infinite potentiality. At least that’s what I think most of the time.
Blessings, G


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At the CenterAt the Centre by G A Rosenberg


Purple RipplesRipples by G A Rosenberg