Ask Dr. Druid . Day 46

Evil Ain’t Always Bad

This piece will read best for you

if you read it with your mouth as if out loud

[Ask Dr. Druid is designed to begin at the beginning. Click here.]

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> 

    “This is a subject so difficult to talk about that my throat constricts as the words rise into the air. I who have lived with this knowledge for 23 years can hardly breathe to speak. Yes, I have come to tell you that what is evil ain’t always bad.” Belle Z. Babe spoke at the Tribunal as the lidless eyes of the Judges bore their fear, distaste, and fury like crossbows into her heart.

    At once, in the dappled inner glade which was her refuge, Belle Z. turned ruefully to Oak, her friend with the bright dark amber eyes. Like herself, Oak was of the ancient druid line of star-seed who loved the home planet Earth with concentration and glee, diligence, devotion, and somersault joy. The druids knew there was more than one time line, a fact they playfully and reverently portrayed in their intricate and passionate Celtic knots. Lightning is a druid sign because druids zigzag between times.

     While one thread of her experience had Belle Z. in a leg chain, in her glade, Oak put the back of his fingers to her cheek and suspended time with her. It was this ability to dwell in parallel and mobius time lines that gave those of druid blood their air of mystery to the single-sighted. Oak’s eyes were that dark amber struck by a shaft of sun. Not too far hidden under the surface of those lion’s eyes was merriment, mischief, and a daunting ability to concentrate. Oak shrugged, “We knew they weren’t going to like the wider truth being brought into the day light. Stay brave, Belle Z.”

     Back in the Tribunal, with no more apparent time dislocation than a heartbeat, Belle Z.Babe continued. “You didn’t like what Galileo told you either. The transition to an openly multi-dimensional consciousness is going to be rocky, but the costs of living a lie are too tremendous.

    “In the most simplistic terms, what is ‘good’ in our Earth density of experience is not the same as what is ‘good’ in our less dense ethereal realm of experience. “Thus ‘evil’ ain’t always bad. Most true evil comes from confusing the layers of consequence between dimensions of experience.”

     Monger, the grim judge sneered at Belle Z., “If you let this evil out of the bottle, Mz. Z.Babe, you cannot contain it. We have kept the multi-dimensional truth from people because they are not ready for it. The danger is too great.”

    Belle Z.Babe shrugged one shoulder, “Monger, I have thought most of my lifetime about that —. It is a staggering concern. But I am convinced now that we must dare the whole truth. “If what is evil earthside is not necessarily evil in the ethereal realms, we must learn and teach how to act ‘fittingly.’ How to act in a way that ‘fits’ the realm of experience we presently dwell in.

     “Imagine for a moment that you and I meet in a dream and you murder me. In the lands of dreams, murder could be a ‘gotcha’ game you and I play. Or it could be symbolic between us of some rotten feelings. But because in the less-dense or ethereal realms where we inhabit dreams and other differently-consequential experiences, we pop right back up, the consequential meaning of murder is different. Therefore the ethics is different.

      “In our beloved earth/solid, relatively sequential-time realm, the consequences of war and pillage, rape, death, and promiscuity are all awful to our sturdy hearts. Yet simultaneously we dwell in levels of experience where such things have little more consequence than our actually being a character in a book we’re reading.”

     Belle Z.Babe looked at Monger’s pale ice-grey eyes directly with her green Celtic eyes and continued, “The kinesthetic intensity and time-duration intensity of Earth experience, as well as the depth and durance of emotions make consequence and responsibility different than in the diaphanous, more plastic realms where experience manifests at the speed of thought.

      “Here in this material masterpiece we have to collaborate with the nature of a stuff which has its own integrity and sturdiness.

     “Our behavior must be appropriate, must fit the space, the place wherein we immediately dwell. We may not bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. By staying primly and sentimentally blind to our multi-level experience, we avoid the complicated responsibility for our whole behavior.”

      In the glade, Oak grinned at Belle Z and said, “The constant aesthetic and ethical many-layered decisions that we hope are increasingly elegant and compelling finally make use of the 90% of that ultimate holographic and multi-D organic Celtic knot, the human brain, which has lain mostly fallow for all these centuries.

     “Of course it’s complicated and terrifying to juggle several time lines and densities in a clear, sound consciousness at once , but it’s complicated and terrifying now — and based on a wrong premise, a false foundation.

     “We must dare to trust the whole truth, to dream well and live fittingly at once.”

      “Deft and apt,” Belle Z.Babe agreed.

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Notes:

   As we play more fully with dreams, we’ll need to come to terms with many differences amongst Realms & Dimensions which challenge our certainties about science, physics, morality. With the passport to OtherLand, we need to get sturdy and steady lest we be caught in the maelstrom of realitys and ethical dangers. We need to remember where we are and keep our discernment.

    If you feel too dislocated or disturbed by the palettes of new energies, back out, back off. Cleave to K1, our dearest dayhome. Heed your basic obligations. The Worlds can be damned seductive and very mischievous. Restore your balance before further forays. There were good reasons why accesses to these Places were secret. I’m counting on you to be sensible.

    It has been my contention in the Councils of the Worlds that we are better off trusting the whole truth than having people live these truncated, oddly yearning lives. If you aren’t sensible, all the Old Cosmic FuddyDuddys will proclaim, “See, we told you so!”

    Mostly the ‘secrets’ are guarded by most people’s unwillingness to be stir themselves to even a modicum of practice or discipline. They’d rather be entertained like sheep.

    Drugs will catapult you into Realms, but you’ll be at the mercy of Random Madness and wreck your darling brain circuits which should be treasured rather than trashed.    

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::- 

Ask Dr. Druid, 55 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29; Day 30; Day 31; Day 32; Day 33; Day 34; Day 35; Day 36; Day 37; [Day 38]; Day 39; Day 40; Day 41; Day 42; Day 43; Day 44; Day 45;

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-.

If you know or are an agent, aspiring agent, editor, or publisher person who would handle this kind of druid material, please let me know at .. askdrdruid@gmail.com. Please put ‘agent’ in the subject line.

………….<^>……………..

It’s an honor to have you visit pogblog. Do comment.

You may comment anonymously.

…………….<^>……………..

Check pogblog’s Glossary for brave & nefarious words.

copyright pogblog 2008 all rights reserved

copyright ask dr. druid 2008 all rights reserved

blog title image is a piece of andy goldsworthy

excerpt image craig charles guardian crow 

article title image craig charles red cliffs

both on australia dreaming art

I’d be very grateful if you’d send pogblog’s link to a friend:
http://pogblog.blogharbor.com  

email: askdrdruid@gmail.com

.. keep your heart bright. beauty is rising.

.for bombadilobo & diablobo.

<^>..

the education-obsessed world begins today with you ..

.. if you make $50,000 a year, it’s gone in 4 seconds in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Iraq;

.. let’s spend most of the Military-Corporate Budget on education instead ..

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 44

Sherlock Detail at Caffe Museo

This piece will read best for you

if you read it with your mouth as if out loud

[Ask Dr. Druid is designed to begin at the beginning. Click here.]

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> 

    Sherlock Detail, Sherlock Holmes’ cousin thrice-removed, was sitting at the Caffè Museo on <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Third Street in San Francisco. Museums are always a jolt, a lightning bolt. Ms. Detail is a soul mate of Mr. Holmes as well as the great grandchild of Mr. Holmes’ cousin, Daphne Detail. Pursuant to my request my pal Sherlock Detail sent me her notes, her mental graffiti, from how a great detective practices keen observation, deft attention even at lunch. Wake up, smell the roses, & notice/sketch the rest of your surroundings too, as ‘twere.   

    Notice that as you might in Dream Notes,  Sherlock Detail separates her lists with semicolons.

    03.29. 08 Girl, strawberry italian soda backlit; Eating carrot cake w/ pineapple at Caffè Museo sfmoma; SF overcast ; deconstruct the scene as if it were a painting in which I’m immersed, color, form, line, angles, curves, an aesthetic spy.

    Light bounce, where does the highlight hit xyz object; shadows; Near sounds, far sounds, steady still sound, mobile moving sound, note pitches of sounds; Space full, empty, motions quick, slow; are you comfy, warm, cool, cold; pick a character from the scene, make up a story line; re peeps note earrings, shoes, shirts, blouse, jacket; wind in leaves, showy rings, bracelets, watches, hair long, short, curly, straight; materials metal wood, stone, flowers ? Check fartherest distance, medium distance, close, as if you were an artist painting a 4D (inclu time, therefore motion) holopainting;

    15 big splashing pillars of water (splashbergs of water); jukebox skyscraper in (horiz, left to right) middle of fartherest; traffic; large peapod & ½ husked corn objets at counter where one orders; buspersons in grey shirt-jackets collarless; purses, satchels; chair design; table black squares (5 times 8 inches on a side); pepper & salt shakers small with S & P punched in tops; small water glasses =  breakthru! (in conservation of water; necklaces; what are folks drinking? what color of liquid; elbows on table? delicate or hearty eaters; reflections; angles of feet on the floor; posture; eyeglasses;  impressionistic bookpainting  on wall behind me, applied by putty knife look xtremely cool; soaring drama flowers, peonies, strong pink& white “tiger lilies”; peripheral vision; the Way Things Go video of one-time installation in a warehouse worth the trip;

:::!!::::

   Next time you’re hanging out somewhere notice if you notice with the quick lambent pleasure that Sherlock does? Practice. You practice the ‘scales’ of seeing just as the pianist practices the piano. You learn to be shocked by your interaction with your perception. Each detail is a jolt, a surprise, a new or renewed infatuation.

   The techniques and practices of noticing are identical in the dreams of day or the dreams of night. It is a portable bliss.

 :::!!::::

Notes:

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29; Day 30; Day 31; Day 32; Day 33; Day 34; Day 35; Day 36; Day 37; [Day 38]; Day 39; Day 40; Day 41; Day 42; Day 43; Day 44;

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-.

If you know or are an agent, aspiring agent, editor, or publisher person who would handle this kind of druid material, please let me know at .. askdrdruid@gmail.com. Please put ‘agent’ in the subject line.

………….<^>……………..

It’s an honor to have you visit pogblog. Do comment.

You may comment anonymously.

…………….<^>……………..

Check pogblog’s Glossary for brave & nefarious words.

copyright pogblog 2008 all rights reserved

copyright ask dr. druid 2008 all rights reserved

blog title image is a piece of andy goldsworthy

excerpt image goldsworthy horse chestnut leaves 1986  

article title image goldsworthy horse chestnut leaves 1986

andy goldsworthy digital catalogue crichton

I’d be very grateful if you’d send pogblog’s link to a friend:
http://pogblog.blogharbor.com  

email: askdrdruid@gmail.com

.. keep your heart bright. beauty is rising.

.for bombadilobo & diablobo.

<^>..

the education-obsessed world begins today with you ..

.. if you make $50,000 a year, it’s gone in 4 seconds in Iraq;

.. let’s spend most of the Military-Corporate Budget on education instead ..

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 43

Loon E. Bin, Utter Shaman 

This piece will read best for you

if you read it with your mouth as if out loud

[Ask Dr. Druid is designed to begin at the beginning. Click here.]

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> 

    Mr. Bin woke up on planet Earth after a long tho quick journey from the planet Utter, part of the planet flock shepherded by the sun Flut whose rays were song and whose creatures subsisted by songosynthesis, whose blood was ruled by songoglobin, hurray.

    Spice travel (space + time travel) was daily among earthers, but few were not merely at the mischievous mercy of the spice tides, and treated dreams as tangential not essential to their life travels and travails. Most kids, on, say, continent <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />America could ride a bike, but few could surf the dreamsea (the spice sea to the cognoscenti) and fewer were asked at the breakfast table, “How was your night at school?”

    Poetry was the currency on Utter so Loon E. Bin found local customs of value confounding and bizarre.

    The mind of Earth was treacherous and berserk. They slaughtered each other and then, in a world fraught with famine, threw the meat away. Yet one cult honored its god by eating its flesh and drinking its blood.

    “Whew,” thought Loon, “I’m not sure my brainshield can counter this much pulsing radioactivity of gamma madness.”

    Except for the religionridden biped, however, the planet E was so stupendous, captivating, breathtaking that Mr. Bin could not imagine how the biped herds were not simply dazzled and spontaneously combusted of gratitude and creative devotion to constant kindness and delight?

    Mr. Bin was on planet E to do research for SLY. SLY stands for Shamans Love Yaks. There had been  some vivid discussion between the Yak wing and the Mollusk wing of the Utter Shamans. The Mollusk partisans had lobbied for SLAM (Shamans Love Any Mollusk) and were not a mite miffed that the Yak enthusiasts had prevailed. Utter shamans love their quirk.

    Cat. A. Pult was Loon E.’s trust-&-tryst on Utter. He read her note on zmail, her wish to keep him from the desolation and dissolution of loneliness on a planet sweet of scene but harsh of psyche. “Darling Loon E, mon cher, I am aware of  an ocean of gratitude for all the seconds (second by second) of luck which have got me gloriously here; that any second I could have fallen into the rabbit hole of eternity, but my hand or heart was held by a kind of Quasimodo Luck which has guarded and gladdened me.       kisses from she who so misses thou in k1, cat.” Loon E. smiled. Cat always studied the languages and cultures of his SLY destinations so she could weave the feel of Home with the target planet. He like the ‘Quasimodo Luck,’ lumpy, externally misshapen, but internally and even eternally devoted.

    They used zmail (zoom mail) often so that they wouldn’t get intoxicated always by telepathing. It kept them grounded on the target planet. He zipped back, “Cat cherie, I’m not sure I ever will explain to the Earthers about SLY. You grok so seamlessly the sweet irony that shamans love yaks, therefore everyanything because if you can love a yak why not everything else too? I thought the SLAM people had some good points that if you could love a slithy mollusk, you could love everyanything else too. I think they lost on the acronym not the sentiment. SLAM a tad too brusque compared to SLY?

    “I’m looking for some folk who might want some shaman training from a planet like Utter where poetry is a full time job for everyone and we put tasks as necessary sidebars which we do for the common good. Whew is it different here, sweetheart.”

    Loon E. began to muse about the mini-curriculum for dream cuisine. Should they get to choose from a menu? Ambassador? Explorer? Tourist? Better not to start with the responsibilities of Shaman right off? But apprentice shaman was what had drawn his own emerald and topaz devotion. But that was after the assumption of ambassador, explorer, tourist that his Utter world had just taught like eating with your own spoon.

    Hmmm. Learning that you have facets of lives and ways flung among the dimensions could be dislocating for single-plane folk like so many Earthers. He and Cat had met as Ambassadors for Utter. ‘Be an Ambassador for Earth in the Galaxy’ was his first poster that he put up.

    Loon E. Bin, Utter shaman, wondered who would show up?

//

Action item – write a mini-story or fable of your own to introduce yourself to how the intradimensional worlds feel to you. Let the fable write you. Your creative self is not awkward with intradimensional travel or study – s/he does it nightly. The trick is to get your linear mind to get that passport and take a gazelle-like leap into the further harbors of your mind. Again as always, allow yourself to feel awkward. Everyone starts art. You just seldom see them in the fawn-awkward stages. Be kind to your mind.

//

Notes..

everyanything.. from ee cummings;

Quasimodo..the hunchback of Notre Dame, lumpy, devoted;

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29; Day 30; Day 31; Day 32; Day 33; Day 34; Day 35; Day 36; Day 37; [Day 38]; Day 39; Day 40; Day 41; Day 42; Day 43;

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-.

If you know or are an agent, aspiring agent, editor, or publisher person who would handle this kind of druid material, please let me know at .. askdrdruid@gmail.com. Please put ‘agent’ in the subject line.

………….<^>……………..

It’s an honor to have you visit pogblog. Do comment.

You may comment anonymously.

…………….<^>……………..

Check pogblog’s Glossary for brave & nefarious words.

copyright pogblog 2008 all rights reserved

copyright ask dr. druid 2008 all rights reserved

blog title image is a piece of andy goldsworthy

excerpt image feitelson 

article title image feitelson

I’d be very grateful if you’d send pogblog’s link to a friend:
http://pogblog.blogharbor.com   

email: askdrdruid@gmail.com

.. keep your heart bright. beauty is rising.

.for bombadilobo & diablobo.

<^>..

the education-obsessed world begins today with you ..

.. if you make $50,000 a year, it’s gone in 4 seconds in Iraq;

.. let’s spend most of the Military-Corporate Budget on education instead ..

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-        

Ask Dr. Druid . Day 42

Ley Lines .. LithoNet

This piece will read best for you

if you read it with your mouth as if out loud

[Ask Dr. Druid is designed to begin at the beginning. Click here.]

<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> 

   Here below is a real-life reverie vision as it transpired and as I transcribed it in my log in real reverie time. It will seem sometimes dense and opaque no doubt because I haven’t translated it all for you yet, but I thought you might be interested to see such an event unfold. Read it with your mouth as if outloud and re-send your Inner Perfectionist and her/his cousin Your Inner Rationalist off to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Fiji to chug grog. Remember that I am within the vision as I make these notes.

[Dateline Mtn View CA/New Hampshire 01.06.08]

   Who knew?[It is always a surprise when matters coalesce in a retrospectively obvious but druidically mischievous and profound way.] Having learned about waking the jewels ever luminous like constellations under our feet, not on the phones, not on the internets, the tvs, the telegraphs, the radios, but on the ley lines, I found myself lighting the sparkle in the deep earths of New Hampshire USA. Thru the earth (as whale song carries thru the seas from even one ocean to another), I felt the rustle of the tired feet of billions of women who do the labor of the world, who cook, who sweep, who endure. And the dancing feet of little girls whose dreams are not all ashes in the cooking fires yet.

    This was not the airy spiritual, not the Heavens afar. This was the most ancient communications device our molecules have ever been attuned to, the greatest crystal, our darling, our beloved vuraearthgoo.

    I had been tele-phoning for Hillary with those ingenious machines and it is important and instructive to phone strangers and listen.

   So how did this ley-lines lithonet action coalesce? In brief (not starting like Roderick Random or Peregrine Pickle at my birth), I had an élan vital, vivid dream with Hillary a month ago. She said, “We need you.” I’ve been phoning and wishing and grokking.

     A second odd element is that when my belovedbeloved silver Burmese cat, Frolic, has been lying across my chest purring, that tiny sublime resonance and rumble which a purr is has penetrated much further around and along my body than ever before. I’ve been curious about it, but just tucked it away in my Notice Jewelbox and made no deductions.

    [Notes: earth reporter, the current telluric news, haha; Frolls as network of soft silver lines in the total dark; kangaroo feet; merriment for Hillary; under the sphinx a ley chamber or giant transformer, hub with ley spokes; cat waves, I realized that Jester & Frolic were ‘purring’ with each other, it just wasn’t audible to me;]

    Jewelbines – jewel-fueled turbines of light & delight. It’s the geosynthesis (cf photosynthesis) that we don’t even study, the alchemyed radiance from the preening delighted crystals patiently purring in the earth, and we consciously oblivious to their peacock’s-tail-colored pulse. WE seldom hear the sound of the jewellight as it waterfalls up [northern lights] as vuraearthgoo, like a jeweled harp, hurtles through space, a song the gods can see.

    ‘Lithos’ is Greek for ‘stone.’ Just because the stones are patient doesn’t mean they aren’t blossoming down there. They speak to each other and to the shaman washing her cooking pot in telluric jewel waves from the lithosphere like northern lights in the atmosphere. The lithosphere extruded all of us, after all, pelican, leopard, and violet – and you. We all are the patient invention of the Lithos who dreamt, devised, and waited and waited until the Bios could move and be warm. [stabilizing the lithonet at the New Hampshire node – the lithotechnology – cf the assistance of silicon in the external computer and the programming. Silicon & glass & stained glass; still flowing; LithoNet News The lithonet is more ‘organic,’ aesthetic, a different programming language; The litholight in NH has already bloomed. Lithogize. Sisyphus is pushing a geode up the mountain, that’s why he’s laughing;]     

    I feel this huge knot in the center of my chest has been gordianned or cleaved or unknotted, like we finally got the lithophore (cf semaphore) going. Hillary & the hopes of little girls./// Her example of groundedness is splendid. Hillary has the deep abiding strength of stones. All the women who bore the burdens thru History Herstory, the Ancients – their patient and fierce bones are speaking their jewellight dream song for her thru the dear vuraearthgoo, the lithonet, as constant as stones.

    As one might be a lighthouse keeper, a jewellight keeper is my essential job on the campaign, keeping the lenses of the ley net, the lithonet polished.

///

   Allow yourself time to muse, to immerse in reverie, semi-waking dreams. Allow a subject to speak to you, and as an amanuensis or scribe, note down the experience as it happens or just after it happens. Fret not when you begin these muses that your notes are ragged or lurch. Remind yourself of the muse theme as you follow the thread thru the gorgeous labyrinth of a contemplation.

   Notice that I use brackets to put in other reverie items to include later or to muse upon another time. I often use semi-colons to separate thoughts. Somehow they’re less mentally turbulent to the reveric flow than periods are. Eventually you can learn to make notes without jarring yourself out of reverie.

   Obviously this was a very dense and intense reverie. It is the hub of a many-spoked contemplation. This experience had a magic carpet, transported, bi-location feel. It led to many revelations of deep and ancient communications systems in the weeks that followed.

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::- 

Notes:

.. gordianned .. The Gordian Knot is a tangle of complexity that is solved suddenly by cleaving the knot in half with the sword of thought, not by patiently and tediously trying to untangle the knot.

 .. Remember that Vuravura & Jeegoo are other names for Earth. I try to avoid too Western-centric a feel when we honor our planet.

.. semaphore is the signaling communication with positions of two flag for the letters of the alphabet that is still used between two ships at sea.

.. geode .. a geode is a very plain-looking rock which when split open gorgeously reveals a shockingly dazzling array of often violet crystals.

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-

Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29; Day 30; Day 31; Day 32; Day 33; Day 34; Day 35; Day 36; Day 37; [Day 38]; Day 39; Day 40; Day 41; Day 42;

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-.

If you know or are an agent, aspiring agent, editor, or publisher person who would handle this kind of druid material, please let me know at .. askdrdruid@gmail.com. Please put ‘agent’ in the subject line.

………….<^>……………..

It’s an honor to have you visit pogblog. Do comment.

You may comment anonymously.

…………….<^>……………..

Check pogblog’s Glossary for brave & nefarious words.

copyright pogblog 2008 all rights reserved

copyright ask dr. druid 2008 all rights reserved

blog title image is a piece of andy goldsworthy

excerpt image andy goldsworthy 

article title image miro

I’d be very grateful if you’d send pogblog’s link to a friend:
http://pogblog.blogharbor.com  

email: askdrdruid@gmail.com

.. keep your heart bright. beauty is rising.

.for bombadilobo & diablobo.

<^>..

the education-obsessed world begins today with you ..

.. if you make $50,000 a year, it’s gone in 4 seconds in Iraq;

.. let’s spend most of the Military-Corporate Budget on education instead ..

-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-::-