Rage, Rage, Against the Dying of the Light!

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Today, my friends, I want to present the modern-day Yellow Brick Road – Yellow for Cowardice; Brick for Stupidity and Road … well, more like a trail in the sky of missiles hitting Syria and possibly paving the way for global conflict on an unimaginable scale.

On this road are staggering the Tin Man, the Dumbo Donald of US presidential infamy; the Cowardly Lion, British Prime Minister, Theresa May, too gutless to stand up to an increasingly unhinged, Dr Strangelove-look-alike and refusing to seek approval from Parliament for the missile strikes on Syria; and the Scarecrow, France’s President Macron, a Bonaparte wannabe/Little Lord Fauntleroy tagging along behind war criminals bombing Syria hoping to join the Big Bad Asses .

Because, yes, you bomb a country which has been bombed to smithereens because that’s somehow going to put fear and loathing into the hearts of President Assad, President Putin, the leaders of Iran and Iraq, and screw any civilians killed in the air raids.

So let’s bury the hand-wringing and hypocrisy of lives supposedly lost in a recent chemical attack in Syria. There are so many unanswered questions about the authenticity of this so-called attack but action by the three leaders has pre-empted any international investigation of the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth in Syria.

But hell, why bother with the truth that for these three war criminals beating the drums of war is a handy diversion from their own troubles at home: Dumbo,  the legal inquisitions dangling over his head as well as the open corruption of the Republican senators and congress puppets of the billionaire class; May with her austerity measures looking increasingly like screw the many while filling the coffers of the very few in the billionaire class sucking Britain dry; and Macron trying to implement similar measures on behalf of the super-rich in France.

Hey, why not distract from the increasingly difficult task of trying to prop up a failing facade of democracy with a modern gladiators’ show of glitzy missiles, flash missile trails and bright lights of said missiles exploding somewhere in a foreign, strange land where in reality lives don’t matter to the Three Conquistadors of international criminal action because – let’s also not forget – the doors of welcome are closed to the many thousands fleeing Syria and seeking refuge.

These three monsters act as pimps, prostituting themselves at the feet of the military-industrial-energy conglomerates to flog weapons to the likes of Saudi Arabia which is bombing the shit out of Yemen, causing death, starvation and destruction to thousands of people and  killing many, many, many children – yes, real children, but hey! who cares when the dollars are pouring in from arms sales.

And puh-leez, let’s not forget the real basis of the US, UK and France trying to meddle in Syria and get their murdering mitts on the country – gas pipelines. Two are proposed as per the map below:

These are the REAL yellow brick roads – control of resources, always at the basis of wars throughout history and even more so in the era of US, British and European empire-building and empire-protection. And the reason the Western powers are stomping around in a snit is because Russia moved into Syria first and stole a march on those same Western powers who thought they’d corralled Russia in recent years and would get their mitts on the country’s resources and control them. So don’t bang on about Putin being so godawful, because they’re all damned well godawful.

Just let’s remember and repeat Dylan Thomas’ words – relating to old age but just as relevant to the war criminals in the US, UK and France, because their actions could well herald a much more dangerous international situation with the threat of nuclear warfare and a Third World War:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Earth Healing – Sanctuary Mandala

I keep my clear quartz crystals on the round table on the small verandah beside my workroom.  I don’t have space for these crystals indoors, and it’s good for them to be in the fresh air while knowing the sunlight energises them and they can’t fade.

I re-arranged them recently and felt drawn to add in the various stones and pebbles I’ve collected over the years. They have just as much energy as clear quartz crystals, albeit it in slightly different form.

I decided this mandala was for earth healing – specifically here in North Cyprus. There’s a history of conflict in this island due to its strategic position in the eastern Mediterranean, and much blood has been shed on the soil of Cyprus, as recently as 1974.

So I trust in some way this formation of clear quartz crystals and stones seeps into the soil of Cyprus and works a healing of the many conflicts that have occurred on this island over many, many centuries.

 

Stone Songlines

I’ve returned again to a photograph of the Standing Stones of Callenish by Dina of The World According to Dina.

In this image I have linked with the concept of Australian Aboriginal songlines. Aboriginal people, as far as I can understand, have songlines which criss-cross the country and relate to physical elements, reflected in song, which act as place markers. An Aboriginal person can sing their way across the country by reflecting on the song and knowing what physical place it relates to. A person can sing a song to another person who can then traverse the countryside solely by the songlines and their relation to physical elements.

I remember watching an Aboriginal Elder being shown a painting created by another Aboriginal artist, and the Elder started singing as he “walked” through the landscape of the painting. It was astonishing and really a cause for humility in that so often we are disconnected from earth energies and yet consider Western civilisation so “advanced”.

In this instance I’ve represented the songlines or ley lines emanating from the Standing Stones of Callenish as ribbons of energy at the bottom of the painting. The white, dotted wheels represent the turning of the wheels of time as these energy lines permeate Mother Earth and connect our whole planet via the ephemeral energy lines.

We are, literally, never alone as earth energies reverberate below our feet wherever we are and anchor us to this lovely planet on which we live.

Happiness Colour Bomb!

I’ve been absent for a while due to back problems and also a feeling of great inertia which I decided to indulge because I felt it was a message to let go and just let the good times roll again when it felt right.  I’ve been creating digital art, can’t stop now, but haven’t felt like blogging at all.

Until yesterday.

I had created the above piece of digital art and couldn’t work out what to call it when I saw a post on a friend’s Facebook timeline which suited this image perfectly – a ray of light and colour in a world which seems in great, grey turmoil at present.  Synchronicity!

“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.” ~Robert Fulghum

I’m indebted to Robert Fulghum for his inspirational comment.

Looking for a UFO landing spot

I created this image from a pale violet canvas in PicMonkey, then superimposed a photo I’d taken of grass in front of trees. Over that I superimposed another photo I took a while back of a firework exploding which I’d worked on in Photoshop. Then I fiddled with the gizmos on PicMonkey and BeFunky for this final image. I have no particular final plan in mind when I start creating art, but looking at the rather other wordly feel of the final image reminded me of a UFO casting its light at dusk trying to find a suitable place for a landing spot. Just my imagination, you understand!

Looking for a UFO landing spot
Looking for a UFO landing spot

Optimism

I created this piece of digital art by playing with PicMonkey and BeFunky, just fiddling with the gizmos both these sites offer to see what would turn up.  I finally ended up with this image which is lovely and bright, which is why I’ve called it Optimism.  It’s dedicated to all my blogging friends who’ve suffered through a long, wet, cold, snowy winter to light your lives until spring finally turns up in your neck of the woods!

Optimism
Optimism