Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC
This lovely Church may close if drastic measures are not taken to increase membership, etc.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC
Christ Church, Pouce Coupe BC
This lovely Church may close if drastic measures are not taken to increase membership, etc.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
July 2009
Ravens
As I was drawing pictures of the next chapter of Animal Farm, the part with Moses the Raven, there were two ravens on the radio tower just outside my room.
I snapped a photo of them.
It is a sign. That maybe they know that I could draw ravens well. And that my raven cartoon is eing broadcasted.
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Snapped on Saturday, July 4, 2009.
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Dream, Friday July 10, 2009 early morning, around 4 am.
I am walking through a neighbourhood. MacLean Park in Vancouver.
I get my things and I discuss to myself the merits of a paperback book I have just acquired.
I go into a room. My grandmother is there. There is another person sitting to the left of her.
She has a multicolour, two colours, red and blue watercolour mountains framed painting* on her lap, extremely Chinese. She massages my arm and as she does it, it is almost as if she were pointing out to me that when I practice reflexology or massage, not to merely, dully, prosaically press down.
She moved my arm as if she were guiding me, a quick soft subtle move down and then up, like a Tai Chi move and then she pulled my arm gently outward to the side, in slight jerks as if trying to guide me along preset chi lines in motion. A loving Chinese grandmother. She said it was very busy and that people were sitting across the street from her veranda, she said, inviting her to go out.
*A couple of years ago, I had a dream, my adoptive** father visited me in a room which I drew a picture of in "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" where the East Indian father is with his son. In the dream he is sitting at the bed at the side, I am sitting at the foot of the bed, closest to the mirror and dresser. He is wearing a white shortsleeve t shirt. A t- shirt that is whiter and cleaner than any white tshirt in this dimension. He looks 25 years old in the dream. He shows a bunch of Chinese water colour characters, written in black ink, on a piece of exquisite, dream world exquisite white silk.
The light in the room is dim, no electric light in the room, the only light being the natural sunlight resembling dream light, true light, shining through the window illuminating the room.
I mean, what's with the watercolours? My father and then now my grandmother?
I then go to another room. I show people a bloodclot on my leg. I feel a dense clump of arteries just under the skin of my leg.
Then I show a network of veins, the blood flowing lethargically. My two female relatives not female relatives in this life, astral female relatives, point me out to a doctor who happens to be in the room. I show him the network of clumps. He gets on the phone next to the wall, on the left of an open doorway, just right of the foot of a bed.
He calls and says, "He has got a heart attack. This is serious." I lie down on the ground.
I reach up on the bed for the paperback novel I had earlier, a small grey paperback novel. I then am conscious of lying on my right side and thinking "If I really had a heart attack, I got to get out of here. I am lying on my side." At that point, I was conscious of my back, and thought, "The will probably try to get to my heart and lungs through the back side, cutting through the back ribs. I got to get out of here."
I was conscious of lying on my right side in the dream. When I woke up, I was lying on my right side! I heard the squeak of my guinea pigs. They woke me up this morning. I wonder if they hadn't and in the midst of the strange synchronicity of being conscious of lying on my right side in the dream world and being conscious of me lying on my right side in this waking world, if I would have had another out of body experience, with the predictable assumed corollaries of the sleep paralysis and the primal scream upon awakening.
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Tibetan School on Keefer
I once had a dream about a Tibetan style school on the North side of Keefer Street between Gore and Jackson, closer to Jackson Ave, in Vancouver. Across the Street, the Jackson projects, a series of apartment buildings built in the late 50s, are there as much as ever.
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This Happens To Me Often
I got a new video game. The Simpsons on Sony PSP. The first time I played it, I got this time. Now this mystical number occurs for me often.
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Raven Radio from Dean Noble on Vimeo.
As I was drawing pictures of the next chapter of Animal Farm, the part with Moses the Raven, there were two ravens on the radio tower just outside my room.
I snapped a photo of them.
It is a sign. That maybe they know that I could draw ravens well. And that my raven cartoon is eing broadcasted.
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Snapped on Saturday, July 4, 2009.
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Dream, Friday July 10, 2009 early morning, around 4 am.
I am walking through a neighbourhood. MacLean Park in Vancouver.
I get my things and I discuss to myself the merits of a paperback book I have just acquired.
I go into a room. My grandmother is there. There is another person sitting to the left of her.
She has a multicolour, two colours, red and blue watercolour mountains framed painting* on her lap, extremely Chinese. She massages my arm and as she does it, it is almost as if she were pointing out to me that when I practice reflexology or massage, not to merely, dully, prosaically press down.
She moved my arm as if she were guiding me, a quick soft subtle move down and then up, like a Tai Chi move and then she pulled my arm gently outward to the side, in slight jerks as if trying to guide me along preset chi lines in motion. A loving Chinese grandmother. She said it was very busy and that people were sitting across the street from her veranda, she said, inviting her to go out.
*A couple of years ago, I had a dream, my adoptive** father visited me in a room which I drew a picture of in "The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar" where the East Indian father is with his son. In the dream he is sitting at the bed at the side, I am sitting at the foot of the bed, closest to the mirror and dresser. He is wearing a white shortsleeve t shirt. A t- shirt that is whiter and cleaner than any white tshirt in this dimension. He looks 25 years old in the dream. He shows a bunch of Chinese water colour characters, written in black ink, on a piece of exquisite, dream world exquisite white silk.
The light in the room is dim, no electric light in the room, the only light being the natural sunlight resembling dream light, true light, shining through the window illuminating the room.
I mean, what's with the watercolours? My father and then now my grandmother?
I then go to another room. I show people a bloodclot on my leg. I feel a dense clump of arteries just under the skin of my leg.
Then I show a network of veins, the blood flowing lethargically. My two female relatives not female relatives in this life, astral female relatives, point me out to a doctor who happens to be in the room. I show him the network of clumps. He gets on the phone next to the wall, on the left of an open doorway, just right of the foot of a bed.
He calls and says, "He has got a heart attack. This is serious." I lie down on the ground.
I reach up on the bed for the paperback novel I had earlier, a small grey paperback novel. I then am conscious of lying on my right side and thinking "If I really had a heart attack, I got to get out of here. I am lying on my side." At that point, I was conscious of my back, and thought, "The will probably try to get to my heart and lungs through the back side, cutting through the back ribs. I got to get out of here."
I was conscious of lying on my right side in the dream. When I woke up, I was lying on my right side! I heard the squeak of my guinea pigs. They woke me up this morning. I wonder if they hadn't and in the midst of the strange synchronicity of being conscious of lying on my right side in the dream world and being conscious of me lying on my right side in this waking world, if I would have had another out of body experience, with the predictable assumed corollaries of the sleep paralysis and the primal scream upon awakening.
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Tibetan School on Keefer
I once had a dream about a Tibetan style school on the North side of Keefer Street between Gore and Jackson, closer to Jackson Ave, in Vancouver. Across the Street, the Jackson projects, a series of apartment buildings built in the late 50s, are there as much as ever.
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This Happens To Me Often
I got a new video game. The Simpsons on Sony PSP. The first time I played it, I got this time. Now this mystical number occurs for me often.
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