Artist, Mother, Wife ...and Train Tagger?

"Follow your obsessions."
                                        --Timothy Berry, Artist/Instructor

"I'd like to change the emphasis of what's 'important' when looking at a woman."

          Filmed in San Francisco in 2000, Margaret Kilgallen (1967-2001) discusses the female figures she incorporated into many of her paintings and graffiti tags.  Loosely based on women she discovered while listening to folk records, watching buck dance videos, or reading about the history of swimming, Kilgallen painted her heroines to inspire others and to change how society looks at women. Three of Kilgallen's heroines—Matokie Slaughter, Algia Mae Hinton, and Fanny Durack—are shown and heard through archival video, images, and audio recordings.

          Kilgallen is shown tagging train cars with her husband, artist Barry McGee, in a Bay Area rail yard and painting in her studio at UC Berkeley. Margaret Kilgallen's work reflects her encyclopedic knowledge of signs drawn from American folk tradition, printmaking, and letterpress. Kilgallen has a love of "things that show the evidence of the human hand." Painting directly on the wall, Kilgallen creates room-size murals that recall a time when personal craft and handmade signs were the dominant aesthetic.

           Learn more about the artist at: http://www.art21.org/artists/margaretkilgallen  

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Shhh.

"You know, the world is run by very 'different' personages, and

when spoken of, even in private, you do so only in a whisper."

--Winston Churchill, regarding the Brenton Woods Conference

How long do we keep silent?

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So. Reeling from the So-called "Disclosure" Maze, Are You?

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"Pour yourself a drink, put on some 

lipstick, and pull yourself together."

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The Power of Sound: Creation & Destruction

The guest's spiritual beliefs lean toward the Abrahamic.  But try to look be-
yond that (translate those parts into your own spiritual belief system). The 

point of this interview, in my opinion, is to consider the power of  sound:

how it heals, how it destroys, how that power has been used, by whom ...and why.

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Any T.V. Set

or cell phone, or computer...

 

...or other smart chotchky designed to create dumb Terrans.


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Terrans, Snap Out of It!

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They can't save you.

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Technical Difficulties

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UPDATE  (6/7/13):

This website is fine now --navigation is where it should be, links workable.  The page before, and the page after the post regarding Anya Briggs both work fine.

However, the page with the post still remains "locked."   Go figure.


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NOTE  (6/4/13):

Please note: for some reason, the links on this page of my blog are now "locked" (also, the formatting is off; the navigational links were on the right, and are now at the bottom of this page, all of them also locked).  I have changed templates 3 times.  Each time, the blog was OK.  Then within 10 minutes, it was loopy like this again.  This began happening after I posted the article mentioning Anya Briggs, see below.  Not sure if there's a connection, but since opening this blog in 2010, I haven't had this problem before, so I can't help but wonder.  If anyone knows how to fix this, I'd appreciate the help.

Anyway, the navigation links all work fine and the format is correct at this page: http://ofthesoulblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/you-will-unite-or-you-will-fall.html  (type this address in the old-fashioned way, if you cannot highlight and copy the text).  As for this page, I have spelled out the addresses for the links where I could, until I could get this resolved.

Thanks for your understanding. :)
 
--Me




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Song in the Key of Sting: Nothing 'Bout Me ...an Abductee Anthem?

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It could practically be the military/alien abductees' (international) anthem:

A message to abductors/remote influencers, Terran and not.

Listen up, "all ya'll" (as someone out there is fond of saying, lol): 

        You just don't get it.  One day you'll get that I am not this.  Neti, neti.  None of us are.  In fact, what you're looking for you could find by just looking in the mirror:  I am you, you are me, I am the clothes you're wearing, the chair you're sitting in, the TR-3B you're flying around in.  In short...

~ I AM SOURCE ~   

 ...and so are you.  But, you don't get that.  You keep searching, you keep insisting on spinning your wheels and looking in all the wrong places.  You'll never find what you're looking for until you've learned how to LOVE (for starters, yourself).  Then it will all make sense to you.

        'Til then, you'll never stop knowing your same old 11th-hour acts of desperation.  There will be more marching in place, more being heavily steeped in and frightfully motivated by the survival fear that's become a complete way of life for you.  You're dying, slowly but surely, and you're model is unsustainable.

May Source help you, since you don't 

understand how to help yourselves.

Nothing 'Bout Me

Lay my head on the surgeon's table
Take me fingerprints if you are able
Pick my brains, pick my pockets
Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets
Run every kind of test from A to Z
And you'll still know nothing 'bout me

Run my name through your computer
Mention me in passing to your college tutor
Check my records, check my facts
Check if I paid my income tax
Pour over everything in my C.V.
But you'll still know nothing 'bout me
You'll still know nothing 'bout me

You don't need to read no books on my history
I'm a simple man, it's no big mystery
In the cold weather, a hand needs a glove
At times like this, a lonely man like me needs love

Search my house with a fine tooth comb
Turn over everything 'cause I won't be at home
Set up your microscope and tell me what you see
You'll still know nothing 'bout me



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My Mentor, Ingo Swann, In Memoriam

by Nancy du Tertre

        On February 1, 2013, I learned that my friend and mentor Ingo Swann passed away.  Even though he was 80 years old and in terrible health, I somehow did not imagine that he would actually pass away.  Ingo was one of the most famous psychics in the world and co-created the CIA's psychic spy program, better known as remote viewing. 

        The last time I saw him was a year ago in November, 2011.  Strangely, I did not post the above photo of us on my website, out of respect for his privacy, until last month.  No particular logic.  Just felt right.  A year ago, I met him at his apartment on the Lower East Side of Manhattan and we sat, as we usually did, on two small, filfthy square mats on the cement steps of the stoop of his building while he smoked endless cheap cigars.

        Ingo spent hours out there during good weather, watching the traffic, looking at the auras of the passerbys, saying hello to the local residents, artists, postmen, restauranteurs...  I had wanted to talk to him about UFOs.  We did, and, as if on cue, the postman walked upt to us and delivered a package addressed to Ingo from his colleague and famous ufologist Jacques Vallee.  He confided in me that a movie was about to be made about his life.  Whenever we ate out, Ingo never finished his meal.  He didn't have much of an appetite - which he attributed to his digestive issues and old age.  But he would always carefully take everything home in a doggy bag.