Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Happy Birthday Mr Nij


celtic_medallion
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
That's right I celebrated my 26th birthday today with wrestling matches down by the river in ThunderBay.

Im a man of simple pleasures. I don't need many things. I have a control over my hungers.

But sometimes there's something that I really want. This desire burns inside and eats at my heart.

It has been the pattern in my life for the most part that I don't get this thing that I want. It's like Jah hangs this prize in front of my nose to pull me forward but then pulls it away when I get to it. Of course the thing that I want is rarely the thing that I need.

Jah always gives me what I need.

But this time, for my birthday, I say a humble prayer to my God to give me what I want. I would really like that.

Please.

Happy Birthday Mr Nij


celtic_medallion
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
That's right I celebrated my 26th birthday today with wrestling matches down by the river in ThunderBay.

Im a man of simple pleasures. I don't need many things. I have a control over my hungers.

But sometimes there's something that I really want. This desire burns inside and eats at my heart.

It has been the pattern in my life for the most part that I don't get this thing that I want. It's like Jah hangs this prize in front of my nose to pull me forward but then pulls it away when I get to it. Of course the thing that I want is rarely the thing that I need.

Jah always gives me what I need.

But this time, for my birthday, I say a humble prayer to my God to give me what I want. I would really like that.

Please.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Planting


bunyun
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
whoa Im tired but getting rich out in the bush. If I owe you money give me your address and Ill mail you money.

I too tired to be witty
just grim and surly

Sunday, May 07, 2006

You deserve a Gold Star


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Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
Gold stars are also used by several militaries to denote multiple decorations of a single award.
The Gold Star is the highest decoration of excellence in the Soviet Union and Russia.

Israfil Maharram oglu Mamedov


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Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
This Soldier in the Red army personally killed seventy enemies including three officers in a single battle. He has the same birthday as me May 30th. For the battle he won the GOLDSTAR medal.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

witch


witch
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
this reminds me of someone...

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Sigils


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Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.

A sigil is a symbol created for a specific magical purpose. The term sigil derives from the Latin sigilum meaning "seal," though it may also be related to the Hebrew segulah meaning "talisman". The old norse binding rune is an example of the idea. However, sigils differ from runes as they are designed not to represent an alphabet but are created to form a glyph, composed of a variety of symbols or concepts which carry intent and inherent iconic meaning.

A sigil may have an abstract, pictorial or semi-abstract form. It may appear in any medium, physical or virtual, or only in the mind. Visual symbols are the most popular form, but the use of audial and tactile symbols in magick is not unknown.

Sigilis are commonly found in Jewish mysticism and Kabbalistic magic upon which much of Western magic is based.

There is a theory that sigils are memes that are consciously used as magical tools by businesses (such as Coca-Cola and McDonald's, with their highly-recognized corporate logos), and invest them with a comparable degree of prestige and power.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Jabberwock:Technology


pentagram
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
I had a vision where I went to folkfest and sat on the hill to watch the sunrise and the Lord came down in all it's glory and the angels were there and in general it was a miracle Jubilation etc. But no one was around and so I went down to rally everyone but everyone was in their tents playing with their computers. Many people were looking at pictures of each other on the internet. And all the pictures were of the people themselves sitting at their computers. Meanwhile the Sky father was giving his spectacle and nobody would wake up.

The moral of the story is that the world is better than any virtual world. Except perhaps for the astral world. Is there some connection bewteen the astral world and the virtual cyber world?

I think we go into the cyber world because we aren't content with our mundane world.

So lets make our mundane world better people. It's the only way. We need to all have a lot of sex and live in color and get a lot of sunshine and excercise.

Art would be better if everything was art. Then Art would be meaningless. If someone were to start scribbling on a blank canvas everyone else would be like "Hey man, quit messing up that beautifull, perfect blank canvas" Actually, I guess everyone else would just think that dude was crazy and they would keep looking at the sunrise or the clouds or the river.

Who could paint a better oeuvre than that sunrise? What photo could capture it? Why should I try? Wouldn't it be better to be able to experience it and live it moment per moment?

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is. Perfect.

Of course I don't claim that my doors are polished. Indeed I consume vast ammounts of deliriants and intoxicatns daily just like window wipers in a car in order to wipe away the routine onslaught of grimy filthy boringness that is the almost never-ending rainstorm of the status quo.

And here I am writing this meaningless message on the very technological system that I seek to destroy. Here I am for some reason casting this mental image of myself thinking about how crappy the internet is as I am writing on the internet.

Nonetheless,
Please be with me on the hill when the sun rises at folkfest. You won't regret it.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

No Frills


pentagram
Originally uploaded by babajiwotan.
time is nearly standing still
sitting on the window sill
empty hearts becoming fill
until
the killer is killed
voices of angels a shrill
screaming chill
like something cold
cold fishes gasping gill
fields to till
pickles pickled with vinegar
and garlic and dill
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
will you be mine
will you be mine
won't you be my neighbor?