tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48716802247096871062024-03-06T15:02:29.265-05:00A Magickal MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-67108985155564883692023-12-14T00:25:00.002-05:002023-12-14T00:25:32.021-05:00I send you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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beautiful messes.<br />
Like all 'perfect' lives are full of.<br />
I'm grateful to have a studio.<br />
I didn't always.<br />
I used to have a closet and a corner of a bedroom.<br />
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MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-58027674541785790392014-03-07T10:43:00.000-05:002014-03-07T10:43:47.996-05:00featured film short: Grackled and Grunged<br />
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Side-ways pockets are allowed and burned wood makes great art. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.<br />
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~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-28253125008394398962014-03-04T18:32:00.000-05:002014-03-04T18:32:32.360-05:00Details for Accidental Mermaid and Her Un-Armed BeautyMy videos aren’t meant to instruct as much as they are meant to share, entertain, inspire, and encourage. I have listed some of them under the label of how-to only because YouTube doesn’t provide me the proper label like "Art" for example.<br />
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1- leaf imprints (instructions on this can be found under the tutorial/tips label on the right side)<br />
2- carbon paper used with plastic embossing thingies (that's the technical term) those machines use *you don't need a machine to use 'em ;) YAY!!<br />
3- Golden Matte Medium (to protect the carbon layer)<br />
4- spray bottle with water and food color<br />
5- regular ballpoint pen<br />
6- gesso (which turns recently used pen ink purple)<br />
7- Apple Barrel acrylic craft paint in Apricot<br />
8- DecoArt Dazzling Metallics Elegant Finish in Moss Pearl<br />
9- more pen was probably added when I wasn't filming to darken shadows and outlines<br />
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<b>Her Un-Armed Beauty </b>(if you can't view this video - hop over to my YouTube channel and watch the other one listed that isn't blocked)<br />
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*this video was done longer ago, so the details for me are more fuzzy*<br />
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1- charcoal stick<br />
2- gesso<br />
3- pencil<br />
4- acrylic blue probably using a moist brush<br />
5- DecoArt Dazzling Metallics Elegant Finish in Moss Pearl<br />
6- acrylic purple (maybe with a moist brush or dry brushed on, I'm not sure, either will give you a lovely effect though)<br />
7- colored pencil<br />
8- FolkArt acrylic paint in Parchment<br />
9- more moss pearl paint, acrylic rose, acrylic purple, more parchment, more purple<br />
10- gesso<br />
11- stamp using stamp ink pressed onto page, then water brushed on stamp and stamped on page for a wetter, less crisp image<br />
12- pencil<br />
13- gesso<br />
14- pen<br />
15- gesso rolled on<br />
16- more pencil<br />
17- more gesso<br />
*backs of photos: masking tape, gesso, 2 acrylic purples*<br />
18- clock stencil used with black acrylic paint and gesso<br />
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Any further questions, please leave a comment here and I'll do my best to answer.<br />
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Now, go do some art journalling - it's ever so much fun!<br />
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~magick~<br />
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Ps: As always, I send my gratitude out into the Universe for all the love and light that You reflect in my direction. squeezies A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-10331885264865031832014-02-28T12:10:00.001-05:002014-02-28T12:10:26.137-05:00featured film short: Accidental Mermaid<div style="text-align: center;">
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I called it Accidental Mermaid because I didn't know who she was until almost the end when I suddenly said to myself, "that mark i made in the hair earlier looks like a tail....especially with the diamond pattern which looks a lot like scales....she looks like a Mermaid."</div>
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The music came together toward the end of production when I said, "Doesn't Kevin MacLeod have a Mermaid song???" and he did.....gave the thing a whole different feeling. Before that I was using something completely different and very 'Dan-O' because Dan-O did it. Good for something else, most certainly I have some ideas already who to pair it with. ;) The Dan-O song added some pep and an island feel behind the snow. Apparently it's possible to do that. :) who knew?</div>
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anyways, I really like it and I hope it transports you somewhere really, Really Lovely.</div>
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~magick~
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A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-42692873699569603972014-02-26T12:42:00.000-05:002014-02-26T12:42:43.905-05:00How I got the leaf impressions on the Love makes dogs happy pageI boiled them in Arm and Hammer Super Washing Soda and water until they got all soft and smooshy. Then I carefully pulled some out and laid them flat on my journal page and closed the book, squashing down on the top with my hands. And wah-lah, when I opened it up, there was a colorful, ghostly picture of a leaf that once was.<br />
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These were green leaves I used too btw, but perhaps because it was late in the season a reddish color came out of them. ?? As soon as the trees get leaves this year, I'm gonna experiment with the spring leaves. What color do you think they'll leave (ha)? This one was altered by the watercolor I used.<br />
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Try all different kinds of leaves, all different kinds of paper. Use your art journal or just press it
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Originally I was making leaf skeletons - you boil them in the same stuff and then carefully remove the flesh with a brush in clean water until it 'leaves' just the skeletal structure. I think there's a link about that on my pinterest board under Art Journalling. Only certain leaves work for this.<br />
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But for the impressions, I think they all worked. I even got some bamboo leaves from my artist friend, Addison.<br />
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~Happy experimenting~<br />
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Ps: Ever make scrambled eggs for a raccoon? Today, I did. I went outside to feed the birds and heard a noise under the steps I just came from and saw a terrified raccoon.<br />
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Poor baby. I'm glad they get scared and hide their faces thinking we can't see them anymore because I had to walk up those steps it was hiding right under to get back inside to call Deb Raccoon, as we call her, and ask her what to do. She said it's probably just disoriented from hibernating and to make it a scrambled egg trail back to the woods. I did. I'm still waiting to see what happens. It looks drunk the poor thing. Deb Raccoon will take care of it if it needs help. Thank you God for people like Deb Raccoon who care enough to help wild animals and people like me who are surrounded by them. :) It's hour 4 of raccoon watch........<br />
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A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-13329462887635471202014-02-21T12:11:00.001-05:002014-02-21T12:11:37.766-05:00i'm working & listening to this :)<br />
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hey chickie, i got your message but i don't remember your name (I am so bad with names).<br />
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She was, You were "impressed" and it tickled my heart and made me realize how amazing it was that those two characters showed up in that mirrored leaf impression (in regards to the film short Love makes dogs happy). Really magickal. I had created the impression with leaf soup. i wish I had footage of what that is, but I don't - next time i make leaf soup, when there are leaves to do it with, i'll show you. (*coming up next week i'll explain how I made the leaf impression.) <br />
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anyways, I'm rambling. The leaf imprints were there for weeks before I saw that cool guy (who reminds me of the little boy from the cartoon movie "We're Back") and his beautiful Girl-Dog named Sprite, I guess, cause He's most certainly The Wanderer, but then again, maybe she's the wanderer.....??? So one day I picked up the book and flipped through it and just saw them there clearly. That's the day I did the page. <br />
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What she said, you said, made me realize that I Am talented, but i don't attribute seeing them to my talent. I attribute it to my magick and my beliefs and me paying attention and my hours spent practicing my art. I watched the video with new eyes and appreciated and loved it all over again. :) ~gratitude for your door opening~<br />
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I think it's also attributed to a book I got for Christmas 2012 - "Drawing and Painting Imaginary Animals" by Carla Sonheim. Her book mostly taught me that whatever I see, I should draw. I should allow the animal being to BE who it is and to look the way it looks. EVEN if that shape is TECHNICALLY incorrect. There are many things that are 'incorrect' about what I've done. The main two that try to bother me are that patch on the bottom of his jacket and how the black doesn't line up correctly AND two, and even more technically wrong, is that dog's leg! technically, it 'SHOULD' line up with that 'bib' line where her fur is lighter in the front. I'll probably get a thumbs down from some a-hole for it - LOL! Back to my point, Carla Sonheim taught me that it's okay! Let her leg be technically wrong because it is still visually pleasant. She's pretty. I wanted her leg to look long and lean. hey maybe she's got boobs. my dog had one ;) mind you it was a tumor, the poor girl, but still she had a nicely rounded chest on one side. I gave her light colored circular eyebrows like my doggy, Samba had. <br />
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i'm rambing. see, this is why i don't post much. i have art journalling to dive into and i gotta pull myself out of this lovely internet pool. ;)<br />
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that's some of my thoughts over the last few hours since I woke up. <br />
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It's a misty, MISTY day. here's a pic out my window.<br />
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thanks for your appreciation of my life's work. i am grateful to be part of your positive experience on our wondrous Earth. hey, do yourself a favor and notice some magick today...okay? don't you love rhyming?<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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ps: hugs back K<br />
A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-57085767591561606682014-02-20T12:03:00.000-05:002016-01-27T18:51:57.658-05:00Back by popular demand! Film short: Love makes dogs happyfor katherandefy and Rhonda Garner: I appreciate You!<br />
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A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-46778919816041115482013-12-09T12:43:00.000-05:002013-12-09T12:45:41.962-05:00A tiny storyOnce there was a girl who wasted her time missing what she was headed back to.<br />
When she remembered that,<br />
she stopped missing it<br />
and became about the work of her Life. <br />
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I send you “Crystal Visions” by The Big Pink from the soundtrack of Red Riding Hood.<br />
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And ‘misty, snow covered woods’ days.<br />
I love snow at Christmas Time.<br />
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~Makes for Magickal, Magickal Happenings~<br />
Meliss<br />
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ps: and lovely dreams........A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-52380728412752992092013-12-05T14:26:00.000-05:002013-12-05T14:26:45.917-05:00Misty Mornings at The Edge of The Woods<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sending you the magick of one of my favorite kinds of days.<br />
Days where the mist hangs around all day.<br />
And as I work,<br />
I look out into the woods<br />
and see,<br />
this<br />
and I remember lots of reasons why I love my life.<br />
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~oh the magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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PS: I know it's December, but I gotta send you this song - Season of the Witch: Donovan - because I'm listening to it (it's part of my Christmas gifts that I'm cheating and getting early) and while reading over my post, exactly where it says, "I look out into the woods" and the song said "When I look out my window." MAGICK, lots of magick has been happening here. I pray you find it in your life as well.A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-49119864494714912472013-11-19T14:54:00.002-05:002013-11-19T14:54:58.000-05:00For when you're sadI send you<br />
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~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-27999053243825573262013-11-18T13:14:00.000-05:002013-11-18T13:15:00.783-05:00Beauty is in the IOf the bee-holder.<br />
I’m Meliss, barely short for Melissa which means honey-bee.<br />
The name was carefully selected for me,<br />
of which I appreciate.<br />
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This film short is dedicated to the car load of people who told me<br />
from their car<br />
into my date’s car<br />
at a red light in Philly<br />
one day,<br />
that I had really cool eyes.<br />
:)<br />
Big Huge Grin!<br />
<br />
The person from the back seat said it<br />
and all the other people in the car,<br />
guys and girls,<br />
said out loud<br />
various agreements.<br />
"Yeah, she does."<br />
"Yeah, they are really cool."<br />
Heads nodding.<br />
<br />
I wish I would have gotten out of his car and into theirs.<br />
They seemed like more fun than he turned out to be.<br />
Heh.<br />
<br />
Who does that?<br />
What kind of a group of people stops at a red light and out loud to the person compliments someone in another car?<br />
A f**king fun group I’ll tell you that!!<br />
I’d love to be with a group of people who complimented people in other cars at red lights.<br />
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**Some time passes**<br />
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And now I am returning from doing lots of art<br />
and working on this piece of art as an escape from a dramatic-emotional-voyage to no-where that got started somewhere else.<br />
Convenient, eh?<br />
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I’ve returned to say,<br />
part of the lesson of this video is about LAYERS.<br />
Layers can be your Best-ee!<br />
I started making this film short several years ago.<br />
And I had a video complete,<br />
but never shared it.<br />
Guess it wasn’t done.<br />
I’ve learned through making other videos and film shorts,<br />
new stuff to do,<br />
Layers I can add,<br />
that several years ago,<br />
I had NO clue how to do.<br />
Layers have brought it from a video of a self-portraiture session I did with Me.<br />
:)<br />
To something much more artistic<br />
and expressive.<br />
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Some people would say I am beautiful.<br />
I receive it.<br />
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I think my face creates beautiful angles and my eyes shine with the light of my soul.<br />
And I have learned from Tyra Banks to smize and to capture the light on my face.<br />
She taught me to be my own model. <br />
That’s enough to get some good shots, eh?<br />
:)<br />
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is it perfect?<br />
No.<br />
Would film peeps see flaws in it?<br />
Yep. <br />
Do I care?<br />
No.<br />
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I wanna say:<br />
if you want pictures that shine with your personal beauty,<br />
experiment until you find them.<br />
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<b>They will be tucked into the cracks of the layers of the work that you put into it.</b><br />
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I’ve worked hard to get here.<br />
And I’m gonna celebrate it.<br />
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I SHARE WITH PEOPLE WHAT I BELIEVE THEY WILL FIND VALUE IN,<br />
what I have found value in.<br />
If it happens to be about an experience I had with You and You get brought up.....<br />
Hey, my condolences,<br />
but get over it.<br />
Go live your life.<br />
Why don’t you get so busy in your own life,<br />
that you don’t even sweat it.<br />
I wish you’d have such a wonderful life that you would FORGET about me.<br />
Go ahead.<br />
I give you permission.<br />
FORGET ABOUT ME.<br />
I don’t matter.<br />
I’m invisible.<br />
Hey, I’m the mailman’s kid anyways,<br />
so I never was part of the crowd.<br />
Just pretend I died!<br />
I might as well have<br />
becuase I am living in Eden - which is so much like Heaven one could want no more.<br />
Well.....it would be cool if Eden would have a sewing machine I can write with and draw flowers and such with and also a dressmakers form and a typewriter......<br />
:)<br />
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Having a wish list is good thing.<br />
It’s not good to ‘have’ everything you want.<br />
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Sometimes I think I have enough because I like what I have so much.<br />
I wish the same for everyone.<br />
So we could all be happy in our lives.<br />
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Joyce Meyer says we need "backbone, not wishbone."<br />
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I just looked at the clock and it was 11:18.<br />
That’s today,<br />
my birthday.<br />
<br />
I’m stealing Katy Perry's words:<br />
Different DNA.<br />
They don't understand you.<br />
You're from a whole nother world,<br />
a different dimension.<br />
From Supernatural.<br />
I strong identify with that song.<br />
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<br />
~some magick from my journey~<br />
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One day at the library I told my friend Addison about my experience of being,<br />
"the mailman’s kid."<br />
He suddenly pointed to a book behind my head on the shelf, then got up, saying he’d just read this book and wanted to ask me what I thought about it.<br />
He told me it was all about a bird having a daughter with the mailman and what happened to this half-bird, half-girl chick.<br />
I said, "OMG, you mean She was THE MAILMAN’S KID? Wasn’t that just what I said I was?"<br />
He said, "Yes, you did."<br />
I had to read the book.<br />
It was really weird, a very-very strange tale,<br />
but also really, Really encouraging and inspiring to me and my artistic journey. <br />
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<br />
Putting this out there has me feeling Fear.<br />
But of what I cannot tell you.<br />
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JUDGEMENT!!<br />
<br />
??<br />
<br />
um, how about this:<br />
When people start saying things that Actually Kill You,<br />
I’ll worry about their judgement then.<br />
<br />
Shoot,<br />
I’ve already been called a zero<br />
and a loser....<br />
And probably ugly<br />
and, welp, I’m still alive<br />
and a hell of a lot of Happy.<br />
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That’s the other lesson of this video:<br />
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Don’t not do something like this because you are afraid of the judgement of others.<br />
That’s just plain ol’ silly.<br />
Live your life doing the things you want to do even if people think it’s completely pointless.<br />
<br />
In an article about Peter Beard (master art journaller),<br />
the writer said, "Beard confessed to me, ‘It’s funny that the two things I love most – collecting stones and doing dairies – are equally meaningless.’ Meaningless? These yearly diaries are the inspiration of virtually all young journal makers today."<br />
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Sometimes you should still do that something even if you’re the one who thinks it’s completely pointless.<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-41940253257871016162013-11-15T16:31:00.000-05:002013-11-15T16:31:10.613-05:00Surviving the dreamOn the days when it’s hard to live my dream,<br />
I survive by the words of others who are ‘alone’ and living their dreams.<br />
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Diana Nyad, says to me:<br />
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"Just remember, remember if the body’s hurting and the mind is weak, that you want to do this."<br />
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"This 90 minutes, how do I get through it?"<br />
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Ke$ha said to me just this morning:<br />
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"I came to realize a long time ago that the only constant is gonna be me & at first it was kinda heart-breaking, but this is my life. Making music & sharing it with my fans is what I love more than anything else in the world. I know it’s not gonna be easy to have any kind of personal life, but I’m lucky enough to be living my dream so the least I can do is dive in all the way."<br />
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Glenn Villeneuve from Nat Geo’s Life Below Zero told me:<br />
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"This is the best way of life for me to live & I’m gonna do it as long as I can."<br />
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Sue Aikens from Nat Geo’s Life Below Zero comforted me with:<br />
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"Happiness is a very brief bust of emotion, but to be content is to be comfortable in a style of life."<br />
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A song from Night of the Comet shared:<br />
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"Now that you got everything that you wanted, you’re gonna have to learn to deal with the dream."<br />
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And Zoe from American Horror Story - Coven put me under a spell:<br />
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"Be in your nature."<br />
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Iyanla Vanzant reminds me:<br />
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"Your vision has to be self-sustaining."<br />
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And Daniel Esquivel from Project Runway All Stars assures me:<br />
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"You can do anything with silk organza."<br />
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Thank God I have some.<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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Ps: TAN CATS ARE WORTH A THOUSAND BACKSTABBERS AND/OR PIGS, as The Hubby calls them. "Oink, Oink, my good man." We're so glad we got the better end of the deal. :)A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-30421100702340180532013-11-13T12:48:00.000-05:002013-11-13T12:47:34.225-05:00Magick is my wordso magick is what I’ll say.<br />
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<br />
A Poetess visited my blog.<br />
:)<br />
Nay, a performance poet!<br />
I Like that with a capital Like.<br />
I admire that about her.<br />
She said things to me that I didn’t understand,<br />
but was also scared by and intrigued by.<br />
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Things that referenced performing poetry that you wrote yourself in front of people.<br />
Eeekkk!~<br />
That scares me. <br />
Some people would say I should do it for sure then<br />
(probably even past or future versions of Me).<br />
Maybe one day.<br />
But for now,<br />
I’ll just keep practicing it in my room,<br />
all alone<br />
performing for an imaginary audience<br />
or even just God.<br />
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I’ve seen it work with me imagining a big bath tub outside<br />
just because it was a beautiful vision that helped me escape the less than perfect surroundings I was bathing in at the time.<br />
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And now,<br />
I have what is like a big bath tub outside.<br />
I’ve been told that - Pretending is one of the fastest ways to get something into your life!<br />
Pretending.<br />
Yeah, I said pretending.<br />
Sounds crazy.<br />
I know.<br />
But sometimes,<br />
pretending is really just practicing,<br />
with really subtle differences.<br />
<br />
We should practice things we want to do,<br />
so we know how to do them.<br />
Why we ever think we should just know what to do,<br />
I have no clue.<br />
Must have been our mothers.<br />
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<br />
The local Poets have been unfriendly towards me.<br />
Ha,<br />
How silly that I should write that.<br />
But,<br />
I giggle,<br />
it’s true<br />
and nod at its poetic nature.<br />
<br />
I don’t know if they are stuck up<br />
or if I just think they’re stuck up which is what makes them seem stuck up.<br />
?<br />
<br />
I was the outsider.<br />
I usually,<br />
to always,<br />
am.<br />
And nothing has seemed to change that.<br />
I also seem to be with a guy who is the outsider.<br />
Go figure.<br />
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But now,<br />
it’s all okay,<br />
for I have learned to draw!<br />
And to fill my life up with an army of beings behind me.<br />
My paper and pencil/pen have become what creates connection in my life.<br />
Sometimes it’s my computer.<br />
:) hi.<br />
<br />
Yeah, It’s disappointing when people don’t get you.<br />
But not deadly.<br />
IT AIN’T DEADLY.<br />
We can live through rejection<br />
even in just understanding<br />
and appreciation<br />
and validation<br />
let alone real rejection of the heart!~<br />
Ouch.<br />
But survivable.<br />
All survivable.<br />
Even bullying is survivable.<br />
I’ve seen many survivors.<br />
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So, the local poet group didn’t get me<br />
or didn’t want to.<br />
Not a big deal.<br />
I’ll just continue on,<br />
living and loving my dream the way it is now.<br />
Which is part wondering,<br />
always wondering,<br />
getting curious-er<br />
and curious-er....<br />
What will happen then?<br />
And feeling scared<br />
And part Knowing.<br />
And feeling a- sured.<br />
All held together with a big ol’ bow called Art<br />
because it turns out,<br />
I’M FINALLY GOOD AT SOMETHING BESIDES SEX<br />
and attracting men.<br />
And now,<br />
I take my refuge in that<br />
and I close my eyes tight against it<br />
so the next thought of how it’s not true can’t whisper doubt alive in my belly.<br />
I hate it when that happens.<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-83407374176332790392013-11-12T13:23:00.000-05:002013-11-12T13:26:31.706-05:00If you knewContinuing from a previously undisclosed conversation:<br />
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So anyways,<br />
IF you knew what was going on in my life,<br />
IF it was Your life,<br />
perhaps you would have been frozen in multiple layers of development<br />
as I was.<br />
Like a deer in headlights.<br />
Always.<br />
Frozen.<br />
Scared.<br />
And Unsure.<br />
Forever battling that invisible dragon......<br />
Yeah, <br />
dragons have been showing up lately.<br />
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<br />
In my magickal world,<br />
now I turn my head to the side<br />
looking out the La-Boratory’s side window<br />
and see deer in the woods.<br />
<br />
I can’t tell you when the last time I saw deer in the woods was.<br />
<br />
But I can tell you I just mentioned deer and they showed up.<br />
<br />
I can tell you I talked about looking out the window in time to see an animal die happening to me twice.<br />
And then it happened again!<br />
:(<br />
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<br />
I can tell you the hubby and I talked about Kathy Griffin’s ex-boyfriend.<br />
And then we saw him on a small blurb on The Big Bang Theory.<br />
Sheldon saw him in a restaurant!<br />
<br />
I can also tell you that we talked about Mookie keeping his butt down in the litter box.<br />
And then he peed high.<br />
<br />
I can also also tell you that we talked about how the bunny hadn’t pooped on the floor in so long.<br />
And then it did!!<br />
<br />
The hubby might say - Is this magick sh*t?<br />
<br />
and I would say,<br />
Yeah, it was.<br />
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<br />
MAN, I gotta be careful with what I say!!<br />
Because it just might happen.<br />
<br />
BTW, <br />
same is true for you.<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
<br />
ps: I just saw my first snow of the season! Technically speaking, so minute it probably didn’t matter. (what a stoopid thing to say when I just told myself to watch what I’m saying, lol) BUT, I saw snow today...... and for me.....snow and magick go hand in hand.......A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-62294660159928425492013-11-11T14:36:00.000-05:002013-11-11T14:41:21.974-05:00Nose BumpsThe progression of a newer expression of the thing we call nose in my art.<br />
<br />
I drew 3 new beings all with nose bumps this past weekend.<br />
Nose bumps showed up because I was trying to show age in a character.<br />
(Later this week, I’ll show you what else I used.)<br />
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I really enjoy being able to draw something like that and use it to create expression.<br />
Nose bumps can add depth and character to your ‘characters’,<br />
to your drawing.<br />
<br />
Something as simple as a supposed ‘flaw in the character’ adds interest,<br />
shows imperfection,<br />
which creates a connection.<br />
For us, it shows us a version of humanity.<br />
<br />
I say to you,<br />
Keep on drawing.<br />
Fit it in where-ever you can.<br />
<br />
STEAL THAT TIME FOR YOUR DREAMS BACK!<br />
<br />
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<br />
I draw in an empty check register, I got years ago free from an old bank, while waiting for appointments with my Sage.<br />
Getting well,<br />
after a long-time of poisoning yourself,<br />
is time consuming.<br />
<br />
My Sage is getting more and more popular<br />
and busy.<br />
He is often late for appointments with me.<br />
Most times,<br />
it doesn’t bother me,<br />
I just use that time to make my dream of drawing better come true.<br />
<br />
We all have tiny places we can ‘steal’ time from.<br />
When you’re waiting, that’s a great time to draw.<br />
If you cook or bake,<br />
keep a small sketch book in the kitchen that you draw in while waiting on food.<br />
<br />
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Cool thing about it:<br />
You don’t have to finish anything in one sitting.<br />
You don’t.<br />
You only have to do what you can,<br />
in small increments,<br />
to arrive where you want.<br />
<br />
If it took you a week, here and there,<br />
doesn’t matter,<br />
because in the end,<br />
if you keep going,<br />
you’ll end up with that drawing<br />
OR, that WHOLE BOOK FULL of your drawings,<br />
if that’s what you want.<br />
<br />
You just gotta steal extra moments<br />
and use them to draw.<br />
<br />
Didn’t you always secretly want to be a bandit?<br />
Here’s your chance.<br />
Be a time bandit in your own life and always be on the look out for time you can steal and then transform into your dream come true.<br />
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<br />
Nose bumps are also proof of the development of a new characteristic<br />
in my art<br />
and in my drawing abilities arsenal<br />
due to my time put into drawing.<br />
<br />
Firstly,<br />
Having a drawing abilities arsenal makes drawing much easier!<br />
<br />
Here’s how:<br />
the Harry Potter logic kicks in for me,<br />
"I knew that I could do it,<br />
well,<br />
because I’d already done it."<br />
<br />
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<br />
Now that I can draw nose bumps<br />
(can, in this instance, not only implies ability, but also implies permission),<br />
I will.<br />
Confidence in drawing<br />
and in playing while drawing,<br />
permission to include imperfections and really crazy, crazy angles<br />
and still come out with a good sketch<br />
and the knowledge that anything THAT Bad,<br />
can be covered with a layer<br />
and ‘fixed’.<br />
aka, Freedom<br />
<br />
Secondly,<br />
the only, only way to get a drawing abilities arsenal is to DRAW.<br />
<br />
Sorry.<br />
But really, I’m not.<br />
Drawing is delightful<br />
and what I wish for you is<br />
De-Light! De-Light!<br />
<br />
I’ve been watching too much Fantasy Island.<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-31410754066649613882013-11-08T13:10:00.000-05:002013-11-08T15:23:56.794-05:00Love is LoveSo,<br />
I was drawing last weekend.<br />
I told you.<br />
What I didn’t tell you about it yet is that when I was going back through them,<br />
I saw something I didn’t have the intention on doing,<br />
but there it was!<br />
Not that I wouldn’t do it,<br />
I just didn’t draw this on purpose.<br />
<br />
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<br />
I noticed I drew two couples that are gay!<br />
:)<br />
and fantastic.<br />
I so adore them and they make me wish I had a gay male friend!<br />
Insert some people laughing right now tv sitcom style.<br />
But, I swear I was just almost mindlessly drawing and half paying to:<br />
my hubby or the cats or to the tv, as we watched the first season of Fantasy Island dvd.<br />
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<br />
It was kinda Zen,<br />
just allowing the pen to move and not over thinking anything<br />
because Mixed Media provides a confidence that<br />
ANYTHING CAN BE RECOVERED<br />
and made into Art we can find beauty in.<br />
And in my world man’ish-women and woman’ish-men are embraced and allowed.<br />
<br />
So, I do remember brief thoughts when I was drawing this figure,<br />
and my intention was to draw a girl.<br />
I vaguely realized,<br />
A different looking girl,<br />
sure,<br />
But female just the same.<br />
Whatever,<br />
I just drew<br />
and allowed whoever wanted to come through to come through.<br />
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<br />
And later, looking at it,<br />
I say, "That’s a man baby!" (In my best Austin Powers impersonation).<br />
Smiling.<br />
<br />
As I looked at the scene<br />
and contemplated the look in his eyes,<br />
I started to realize.<br />
That’s not a girl.<br />
It’s a guy.<br />
A guy that’s in love with the other guy next to him.<br />
That much is evident.<br />
I know that look.<br />
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<br />
And even though the other looks like he’s being a douche and not paying attention,<br />
that’s not exactly what’s going on.<br />
He’s just wearing a bit more of a mask than the other guy.<br />
For reasons that he understands.<br />
That they both understand<br />
and accept<br />
as part of their relationship.<br />
<br />
Do you want fries<br />
or a baked potato<br />
with your steak?<br />
<br />
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<br />
Is it weird that I should know all this about two figures I drew?<br />
It doesn’t feel weird.<br />
It feels normal that I should know that information.<br />
<br />
I recently watched the film Bridegroom.<br />
If you love Love,<br />
you should see that film.<br />
You should also see it if you like cute bois.<br />
;)<br />
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<br />
We can all Love people and still not want to know a DAMN Thing about their sex life.<br />
;) .<br />
I just know I appreciate their Love they put into our world.<br />
It isn't different unless you think it is.<br />
<br />
So,<br />
dedicated to all those,<br />
to whom this speaks.<br />
<br />
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<br />
I say, Do I think they’re gay?<br />
As if someone asked me.<br />
And I respond,<br />
~I think they’re in love.~<br />
<br />
But I can tell you,<br />
the picture continues for me,<br />
and I see that they’re holding hands,<br />
where others can’t see it,<br />
just so others feel at peace.<br />
<br />
Wait,<br />
let me get this right.<br />
<br />
They hide an expression of Love,<br />
in order that others feel okay?<br />
<br />
I see respectful.<br />
but I also see sadness that it's considered respectful for partners to not hold hands if they want to because other people would be so bothered by it.<br />
<br />
Glad it wouldn't bother me to see them hold hands.<br />
Or carry a propane tank together.<br />
Which is almost the same as holding hands,<br />
only with gas.<br />
ba-dum-ba goes the drum.<br />
<br />
Personally,<br />
I love pretty bois in love!<br />
I think they’re wonderful.<br />
<br />
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<br />
Even the moon loves them,<br />
and the moon is NEVER wrong.<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-61173018461618461982013-11-06T15:12:00.000-05:002013-11-06T15:12:39.415-05:00Distorted and Recorded<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
I like that people demand videos from me.<br />
Ha!<br />
I take it as a total compliment.<br />
They like them so much,<br />
they want more.<br />
Hey,<br />
what can I say?<br />
I’m tickled,<br />
but not in the way that hurts.<br />
I could allow myself to become overwhelmed because believe it or not,<br />
I live a full and busy life with a hubby and a house and a clowder of cats and a body I have to take care of or it’ll rot out from under me apparently.<br />
;)<br />
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But today, while working on what I think is going to be my next film short,<br />
I had this experience.....<br />
Years ago, <br />
I had this thing with<br />
but<br />
her<br />
flies.<br />
Butterflies.<br />
She can’t walk,<br />
but her flies.<br />
Don’t know.<br />
Caught my fancy while I was working and rang a bell for me.<br />
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Now, go 88 mph and get to today, air cold cause it’s a chilly November day.<br />
While working,<br />
I’m listening to a song by Natalie Imbruglia<br />
on her white lilies island cd #11<br />
and she is singing slowly<br />
what sounds like<br />
<br />
But Her Flies.<br />
<br />
I heard her say it,<br />
while filming<br />
and remembered,<br />
while filming,<br />
when I said it.<br />
And to whom I said it.<br />
And then I reflected on how far away from those moments I am<br />
and how much my artistic vision has grown<br />
and how through diligent work,<br />
I can do things now that I couldn't do then.<br />
Wouldn't even have a clue then how to.<br />
:)<br />
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I am doing something right now that I had NO CLUE I’d be doing then.<br />
I had little to no idea that I’d be working on a film short I am publishing online as part of my celebration of my 41st Birthday.<br />
No clue of that.<br />
I was probably too busy being sad.<br />
Because I wasn’t here.<br />
Or because I was alone.<br />
But now I am here.<br />
And still alone.<br />
And I now appreciate every thing that past me contributed to us arriving here in this space in time.<br />
Because now is really really kool.<br />
<br />
Now, the only thing is do I want to see it all as coincidence?<br />
But<br />
Her<br />
Flies.<br />
<br />
Or am I choosing some form of magick?<br />
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Oh, easy peasy!!<br />
Magick is so much more fun than coincidence.<br />
Coincidence gets blown off.<br />
Magick blows you away.<br />
I like being spiritually blown away.<br />
But I hate it when my hair goes in my face......<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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Ps: Natalie also just said "You pulled me out of the past and landed me in today, Hurricane." Interesting idea, eh? makes me think: Winds can be rough or they can be light.....the one I sent you is Light....and full of Wonder-Full wishes for you and for me.<br />
A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-50953184170518298812013-11-05T14:23:00.000-05:002013-11-05T14:24:02.907-05:00Draw like the Devil!~Oh, I don't care if it's November!~<br />
(I can say that because truly,<br />
I love November<br />
because it's wonderful<br />
and happens to be my birth month)<br />
<br />
I already miss Halloween.<br />
Being sick in the fall sucks.<br />
Time is sucked up with resting, resting, resting.<br />
Zombie-fied in one way or another.<br />
<br />
But resting is lovely......<br />
a nap with a cat on the couch cures a lot of stuff too.<br />
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<br />
I like Zombie Me.<br />
She's lovely and magickal.<br />
She's a super good draw-er.<br />
Wait until I show you later this week what I discovered that she drew.<br />
<br />
Speaking of drawing,<br />
I also like this Zombie Chick.<br />
She's fantastical.<br />
And she easily enchants with her cool punk rock hair<br />
and her crooked shoulders<br />
and her vest<br />
and her stripped arms<br />
and her patched together, beautiful face.<br />
<br />
Like a female Alice Cooper.....<br />
I gotta break out the tape player and listen to 'Welcome to My Nightmare' !<br />
Like I did several autumns back when I started Time Travelling.<br />
How do I Time Travel?<br />
It of course has to do with going 88 mph and coming out air cold.<br />
But the rest I don't understand.<br />
<br />
Anyways,<br />
I know lots of beautiful Zombies whom are easy to Love.<br />
Don't you?<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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Ps: it delights my heart to delight yours!A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-41116917395373163022013-11-04T15:33:00.000-05:002013-11-04T15:40:12.071-05:00Of Values and VisionThis weekend, Iyanla Vanzant told me this:<br />
<br />
"Your talents, skills, and abilities can only take you so far. They can’t sustain you. What sustains you is your character, your values, and your vision"<br />
<br />
furthermore she said, <br />
<br />
"And those parts of you were undeveloped."<br />
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It Hit Me<br />
and caused me to immediately write it down in my journal.<br />
And since then,<br />
it’s been on my mind......<br />
<br />
What is my character?<br />
What are my values?<br />
What is my vision?<br />
<br />
I have some answers from the last time I went on a quest to determine what I wanted my vision of my work to be,<br />
but this time,<br />
any answers are only starting points.<br />
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<br />
The weekend was good: productive, relaxing.<br />
That extra hour was kick-ass.<br />
We forgot and fed the cats a half hour late which turned out to be half an hour early.<br />
Ha!<br />
<br />
This weekend I also proved out something to myself<br />
and arrived at this:<br />
<br />
Advice for those who say things like I used to, specifically "I WISH I could draw."<br />
<br />
Draw.<br />
:)<br />
Yeah, my advice is Draw.<br />
Seriously.<br />
You don’t have to WISH you could draw,<br />
you can just do it.<br />
You have the equipment most likely.<br />
Even if you don’t, many people work with what they have to accomplish something they really want.<br />
You can make your own wish come true<br />
by simply doing what you wish you could!<br />
Especially in this case,<br />
not much money is required.<br />
Time,<br />
but time you can find<br />
much more easily than you can find money.<br />
Sometimes we are the only ones who are stopping our wishes from coming true.<br />
Is that true every single time our wishes don’t come true?<br />
Even when it has to do with money????<br />
(beware of the rabbit holes there)<br />
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Anyways,<br />
I was in the line of a woman who worked at the cash register at Walmart.<br />
She spoke of how yucky (my word not hers) she felt toward people on Facebook who talk about the crafts they made,<br />
because she claimed to not have time to do such things.<br />
Her opinion is valid to her experience.<br />
But I question her claim about not having time.<br />
People, including me, waste time all the time.<br />
I bet I could follow you around all weekend and come up with time that is wasted on other unimportant or less important stuff that you are stealing from what could be used to make your wishes come true.<br />
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<br />
We get super, SUPER easily sucked into dramatic-emotional voyages to nowhere.<br />
<br />
Such as being upset with other people for living their dreams......<br />
when if we were living our dreams,<br />
we probably wouldn’t have time to see them living theirs<br />
or time to be envious<br />
or even the desire.<br />
<br />
Being happy in your particular life is a CURE to many, many problems.<br />
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Perhaps the time you spent looking at people’s Facebook stuff talking about their crafts could be spend making your own crafts if that’s what you really want to do.....<br />
And honestly,<br />
I WOULD BET A LOT THAT YOU DO.<br />
;)<br />
I speak from envious-experious.<br />
That’s a spell that’s easily fallen under by those who are looking at someone else’s yoga mat.<br />
<br />
I am learning to keep my eyes on mine,<br />
even when it gets lonely<br />
because I must be about the work of my life,<br />
not about what you are doing that’s bothering me.<br />
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<br />
Extra hours go by.<br />
Flow by.<br />
Mindlessly adventuring in some virtual world where gun play is okay, but you still apologize to computer simulated people whose body parts are missing because you Blew Them Away with your shotgun when they popped out around a corner trying to kill you.<br />
But in real-life you catch bugs in a plastic container and put them outside in the cold where they die......<br />
Wait,<br />
should I have killed it myself?<br />
Is that nicer?<br />
Than letting it freeze to death?<br />
Oh, these are the white rabbit questions that jump into ethical rabbit holes.<br />
No, no rabbit, I’m not following you.<br />
I’ll just tell them what you said.<br />
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Anyways, I’m starting the work week by exploring my character and my values and my vision.<br />
I encourage you to either find out what those things are in your life<br />
or to re-state to yourself what they are because you already know.<br />
<br />
And do the thing you keep saying "I wish I could **blah**"<br />
Diana Nyad would say, ‘FIND A WAY."<br />
She’d also point out that achievements sometimes take a lifetime to arrive at.<br />
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And sometimes they require a weekend of on again, off again drawing like a swimmer works-out.<br />
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So, over the weekend, I created 26 beings.<br />
And today I’m stringing together these words and images to celebrate that and to learn from it.<br />
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I value that Art is a wide and varied expanse<br />
that will stretch out across my life.<br />
Today is only one part of the building blocks that will create that expanse.<br />
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Same is true for you.<br />
What will you build?<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-92165934355872335802013-11-01T12:31:00.000-04:002013-11-01T14:42:31.332-04:00Of Masks and MoneyLet’s talk about masks,<br />
baby.<br />
Let’s talk about Hall-A-ween!<br />
(to the tune of let's talk about sex, only there's no sex)<br />
Which was yesterday,<br />
but people wear masks Every Single Day. <br />
Oh man.<br />
My hubby is a very good mask wearer.<br />
I know what most of them look like<br />
and I know what most of his real face looks like.<br />
That's as much as we need to create happiness in our relationship.<br />
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Mask wearing and Me,<br />
not so much,<br />
unless I'm doing a spooky photo-shoot ;)<br />
<br />
If I don’t like you<br />
or I’m annoyed with you,<br />
you probably know,<br />
especially if you read my blog. ;)<br />
<br />
But that’s why he works ‘Out There’<br />
and I work ‘In Here.’<br />
I don’t like playing emotional and/or mental games.<br />
What a waste of time I could be using to make art<br />
or just staring out the window watching the world God grew around me.<br />
Doing what appears to be nothing is much better for me than wasting it playing those kinds of games. <br />
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But mask wearing is a HUGE part of Life,<br />
I’ve found,<br />
especially in the areas of :<br />
‘WORK’ (especially work places)<br />
and MAKING MONEY.<br />
<br />
The underlying annoyance in my life that is triggering these thoughts/beliefs to resurface:<br />
<br />
People disguise themselves as teachers who really want you to do well.<br />
That’s great.<br />
Until they need to do more than just say in a recorded video, "I want ‘you’ (insert nameless student/the video camera or computer they’re actually looking at) to do well!"<br />
And they’re unable to do so.<br />
For whatever reason.<br />
<br />
I believe that part of being a teacher,<br />
a good teacher,<br />
is providing positive feedback.<br />
Givin' the teacher-ly love to a student who has and is working hard.<br />
So when you receive crickets,<br />
crickets come off as.......(fill in the blank with what you think it means)<br />
For me, it's something other than positive I can tell you.<br />
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I woke up with this thought yesterday and today:<br />
<br />
I AM SO GLAD I DON’T HAVE TO GO TO HIGH SCHOOL TODAY!<br />
Oh man - magickal love and blessings to those who do.<br />
What a scary place.<br />
It's been highlighted from my recent love of the movie Crazy/Beautiful.<br />
Art Journalling kissed Movies rock!!<br />
<br />
And now tickled with :<br />
<br />
I wish I had art journalled my way through my life when I was younger instead of....... But bygones.<br />
<br />
Anyways,<br />
You can’t behave that way and not have it affect your success!!<br />
People find out.<br />
More and more these days,<br />
stuff gets out.<br />
It’s not as easy to keep secrets.<br />
People realize that you aren’t behaving the way you say you believe.<br />
And then it gets around.<br />
People talk.<br />
Nasty stuff spreads faster than positive stuff<br />
which is weird because it’s like sludge so how the hell does it move so fast, eh?<br />
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Talking.....<br />
at gatherings, especially,<br />
and Especially women.<br />
There’s truth there.<br />
Some men do this,<br />
but most don’t<br />
because they’re........ugh, I can’t get into what they are besides cool enough to bear when they’re my hubby. <br />
You gotta "bear down" though.<br />
"I don’t know that’s what they always say, ‘Bear down.’" (Look who’s talking’)<br />
<br />
Anyways, it’s kinda sad, though,<br />
because I DO want her to succeed!!<br />
even though it’s obvious she does not want the same for me.<br />
:( that part makes me sad again,<br />
but more for her than for me because her lack of response to me is affecting her negatively (or is it effecting her - whatever, you know what I mean),<br />
Period.<br />
By chain reactions of choices and behaviors,<br />
we are e/affected in 'this world' and spiritually.<br />
Cause and Effect is REAL.<br />
<br />
If she does want me to succeed though,<br />
she is TERRIBLE at showing it.<br />
So Terrible that I simply don’t believe it.<br />
Nor do others.<br />
<br />
But honestly, part of why I keep going back:<br />
I feel sorry for her because she just can’t see her own behavior.<br />
And I’m trying my best to support her in the way that I CAN,<br />
that I’m Willing to<br />
and where those things meet with what She’ll receive in positivity,<br />
because some stuff I could give her WON’T HELP HER.<br />
Believe me,<br />
There are many things I would have liked to have said to her in a moment and then wanted to un-ring that fucking bell.<br />
So many things I’d like to say to her - I clench my teeth!!!!<br />
But seriously, there are enough people out there who want her to FAIL!<br />
(with a real quiet whisper, and die. even if they don’t know it)<br />
But me, I don’t want to see her in the streets.<br />
My best part of me wants her Happy!<br />
I DO, I DO, I DO.<br />
I do believe in spooks.<br />
Even if she doesn’t want me to succeed.<br />
I want her to.<br />
She doesn’t need to or have to want me to succeed.<br />
I ALREADY HAVE! :)<br />
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Don’t matter that I can’t seem to receive her approval.<br />
I don’t need her approval.<br />
I know I’m kick ass. <br />
Big, cheesy grin.<br />
I don’t approve of HER BEHAVIOR,<br />
but I DO APPROVE OF HER.<br />
I approve of Her.<br />
As hard as it is sometimes,<br />
as hard as she makes it,<br />
I Approve of Her Sweet Child-like Soul.<br />
<br />
But as far as a teacher goes,<br />
a teacher teaches<br />
and that part is true.<br />
I was taught,<br />
by her<br />
and I’ve learned,<br />
and taken what I learned and broke all kinds of rules she told me along the way<br />
because she’d probably be in line saying - Just make art. Don’t worry about the rules.<br />
And I’ve made art.<br />
My Art from My Heart.<br />
From my life......<br />
Who do you think haunts Fern Hill Cottage?<br />
<br />
But as far as the part where she wants you or me to do well......<br />
No.<br />
NO.<br />
THAT’s the mask part, people.<br />
In order to make money you gotta sell something people want.<br />
And when you’re selling that you're a teacher,<br />
you have to pretend that you have good intentions when you don’t.<br />
Because if you’re not wearing the mask to cover up your damage,<br />
who is going to hire you if you’re looking to damage people like you are damaged?<br />
<br />
When your mother ignores you,<br />
you ignore your children.<br />
Students are children.<br />
<br />
Thank you God not all teachers are like this!!<br />
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<br />
But these are PEOPLE we’re talking about,<br />
IMPERFECT,<br />
and some are mentally and emotionally damaged.<br />
They don’t know it.<br />
They don’t correct it.<br />
And as a result,<br />
they behave from and act out of and choose from their wounds.<br />
<br />
Some of them are SUPER dangerous.<br />
And some are like a black cat on a day after Halloween day with un-trimmed claws!<br />
Easily tended to with a band-aid and the nail trimmer.<br />
;)<br />
<br />
Honestly, she isn’t doing well herself.<br />
I can see that easily.<br />
It seems she only can momentarily wear the mask<br />
of okay’ness before it pops off and her true face shows.<br />
It’s not a crime.<br />
It’s probably pretty normal.<br />
Life is hard.<br />
I can admit,<br />
in a way,<br />
that’s true about me as well.<br />
But I’m not putting myself out there as a teacher who wants you to do well and having you pay me for it, am I.......<br />
No, I’m sharing from my heart,<br />
as best I can,<br />
while almost constantly battling self-doubt<br />
amongst other demons like dirty dishes.<br />
Grrrrrr.<br />
<br />
Is the money the only difference???<br />
I don’t know.<br />
I’d have to spend WAY more time thinking about this<br />
and I’m half way down the freaking rabbit hole as it is.<br />
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Let’s just say,<br />
we’re all probably bouncing back and forth between wellness and unwellness,<br />
somewhere,<br />
somehow.<br />
<br />
But mask wearing is different than that I know.<br />
<br />
I have noticed,<br />
There is a WHOLE LOT of mask wearing while attempting to make other people’s money your money.<br />
That’s what the hubby calls it (SEE, I give him credit for things he says to me, I don’t just post them on my page like I said it)<br />
He’s trying to make his company’s money, our money.<br />
They’re trying to make their customers’ money, their money.<br />
The customers are trying to make their cash sources’ cash, their cash and that might be YOU. <br />
<br />
I’ve seen them before they started making 6 figures<br />
and I’ve seen them while they’re making it.<br />
Turning their blogs into these money making machines that seem more like they belong to a car salesman than an artist.<br />
If you pay this amount, you’ll get this and that and this and that.<br />
It’s like an info-mercial within what is deemed a blog.<br />
Is it really a blog anymore????<br />
Or is that just your blog’s Halloween costume?<br />
OH, you’re an INFO-MERCIAL!!! .....good one.<br />
<br />
Thing is, all that stuff is very, sometimes VERY subtle PRESSURE applied to your psyche.<br />
You can believe that or not,<br />
but there are subtle ‘things’ used in sales that they have done studies on and most people unconsciously respond to it.<br />
THERE IS A SCIENCE TO SALES.<br />
And these people are using it against other people.<br />
It seems sneaky and unfair to me,<br />
for me to use something that I know could trick you into doing something that you don’t necessarily want to do......<br />
Or maybe don’t have the money to do.<br />
Makes me feel uncomfortable.<br />
I’m thinking - what’s your finances like? Are you in money troubles? ‘Cause you really probably don’t need what I’m selling, etc......<br />
That’s what I’m thinking.<br />
But I’m not a Sales-Person or a Business Person.<br />
I’m a fucking artist man with no sales or business person alive in here.<br />
There’s an echo and a whole lot of cobwebs on that person’s office,<br />
as they were laid off years ago due to lack of things for sale around here.<br />
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Again,<br />
making money the way I’m talking about isn’t necessarily a crime.<br />
We could get into an ethics discussion,<br />
but that’s a TOTAL Rabbit Hole with no bottom because everyone has their opinion and will probably never come to one agreement overall.<br />
<br />
Thing that bothers me is I see how easily we can get sucked into these ploys.<br />
Next thing we know,<br />
we have no money because someone made our money theirs!<br />
<br />
Everyone has to survive I suppose though,<br />
so a big,<br />
Hey, whatever floats your boat.<br />
Sell sell sell,<br />
that’s the way of the world, eh?<br />
Whatever.<br />
I don’t judge it as Wrong.<br />
I judge it as WRONG for me.<br />
<br />
I just know money complicates it too much for me.<br />
My art and Life is complicated enough.<br />
Numbers make my eyes do funny things like Homer Simpson.<br />
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But there is this....<br />
<br />
It’s Friday and I just got paid:<br />
<br />
"you brought me to tears. I thank you from within my heart as I just feel that you share a piece from within yours every time you journal for us to see.<br />
<br />
~Smilz" from Ronda Garner<br />
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WOW-ZA.<br />
What a compliment!!<br />
I am heard.<br />
I am approved of.<br />
I am blessed.<br />
It’s like chocolate. <br />
Mmmm, sweeter than any trick or treater.<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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Ps: Final thoughts: The point isn’t just to leave it at what we experience other people’s behavior and choices as, the point is to find out HOW WE ARE LIKE THEM and to heal what is injured so we can take off our mask and live a life that is authentic to OUR-SELF and NOT Authentic to the unconscious being we become when we act out of our pain.......A ZOMBIE. Remind me to tell you about Zombies sometime!!<br />
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Where the transmission of THIS particular subject ends because I need to go to the library and/or make art:<br />
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My job is to use these examples in the world and to USE them, to Learn from them, to compare to my own choices and behavior. In all of this, I just know I know ONE FUCKING THING: <br />
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****If I don’t like someone else’s behavior, the first thing I should do is to make sure I’m not doing it to someone else!!!! I’ve got some rooting around in my life to do.****A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-45836059811991161922013-10-20T20:41:00.000-04:002013-10-20T20:42:49.855-04:00Featured Film Short: Her Un-Armed BeautyMay I present to you,<br />
Her Un-Armed Beauty,<br />
a Tribute to a girl I once knew.<br />
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Dena was this really bitchin’,<br />
free spirited, totally cool, hippie chick, girlfriend I had senior year of high school.<br />
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Although our friendship did not last past our early 20's,<br />
the memories we made together have lasted.<br />
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She died in September of 2004<br />
and today is her birthday.<br />
(at least it was when I wrote this before many time and technical difficulties) <br />
She was born exactly one month before me in 1972.<br />
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I took these pictures of her.<br />
One from one side<br />
and one from the other.<br />
She literally turned and we set up,<br />
I moved, she fluffed her hair, and I took the pic!<br />
What a difference.<br />
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I see a little girl, sweet, but unsure in one<br />
and I clearly see a woman in the other.<br />
I Always loved these pictures of her.<br />
Now, I’m at a point in my life when I have the ability to create something really unique and special that reflects something of Her and of the times we shared.<br />
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She deserves to have art made about Her.<br />
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She always seemed to be trying to get her life together.<br />
One time, she moved to CA from The East Coast.<br />
It ended with her returning home,<br />
on the plane,<br />
crying.<br />
She said she cried on the plane next to some guy.<br />
She felt bad for him. <br />
I felt bad for her.<br />
I wished I’d been able to be there for her.<br />
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But once I was.<br />
And I’ll always hold a special place in my heart for the time she cried in my lap.<br />
Does that sound sick or mean?<br />
I don’t mean it to be.<br />
I feel more like Sally Fields in Steel Magnolias saying, “It was a most precious moment of my life.” (Or does she say the most precious?)<br />
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But now I’m the one crying<br />
and saying,<br />
THERE IS VALUE HERE IN THIS LOVELY EXPERIENCE PEPPERED WITH PAIN.<br />
If you can find the value in the pain.<br />
You Are Totally GOLDEN.<br />
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Your job is to find that in your own sadnesses,<br />
in your own losses.<br />
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Don’t stop at SAD.<br />
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Dig deeper and go for the sob<br />
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So, Dena, thank you for helping me to experience part of The Great Tragedy in Life.<br />
If I didn’t know The Great Tragedy in Life, I could not know Life.<br />
And knowing Life,<br />
fully and completely,<br />
IS the purpose of Life,<br />
I think.<br />
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What I speak of is only a single gift of her Great Life.<br />
Just one single gift<br />
of<br />
an<br />
endless<br />
supply<br />
of<br />
gifts<br />
of<br />
Her.<br />
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She helped me be more free.<br />
Because she had a freedom about her.<br />
We rode on that rope swing together.<br />
We jumped in leaves together.<br />
We took pictures together.<br />
We rolled down that hill together.<br />
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She was an adventure for me.<br />
No other girlfriend I’ve had since did those sorts of things<br />
nor encouraged me to.<br />
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Dena, you were a trip.<br />
You made me french toast.<br />
You shared your school lunches with me that you probably paid for out of your own money from working at Acme.<br />
I thank you for all that and for everything else I am leaving out.<br />
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Free Spirited people are great!<br />
Until they leave.<br />
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I missed her when she was still alive<br />
because she just kept going away.<br />
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a pile of pictures hides inside.<br />
I still don't have a picture of us together.<br />
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I don’t know why or how she died.<br />
By something I heard combined with something inside me,<br />
I believe there was tragedy there.<br />
?<br />
I just don’t know.<br />
But I know I saw her body<br />
and the body was cold<br />
and had no Dena spark left in it. <br />
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She was dead in the sense that people mean<br />
if they mean gone from here.<br />
Because dead does not equal end.<br />
She was much too precious to end,<br />
the shimmer of her remains.<br />
Why else would I be talking about her right now?<br />
Part of Her Shimmer lives on in me, through me,<br />
because I remember her.<br />
And I remember taking these pictures with her.<br />
And I remember her sobbing into my lap<br />
and me rubbing her back<br />
and just trying to be there for her while her heart shattered <br />
into a hundred<br />
million<br />
pieces because a guy she thought loved her, didn't,<br />
he loved her ex-best friend.<br />
Having someone sob with utter sadness from the soles of their feet into your lap leaves a wound on you.<br />
That's why I tear up whenever I think about it.<br />
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I remember partying with her<br />
and dancing with her<br />
and cleaning her room with her<br />
and brushing our teeth together<br />
and picking leaves out of our hair together for hours after jumping in those leaves<br />
and talking about how we STILL hadn’t started on our typing class project yet<br />
and how much we hated our typing teacher, Mrs. Saroka (that woman was so mean to Dena - teachers shouldn’t be allowed to be mean to their students!)<br />
and joining in on her plans to get our lives together<br />
and working out with her<br />
and laying out getting a tan with her (when I used to bother trying to get my freckley skin to tan)<br />
and how she told me on the phone that the night before she came home from work and ate cottage cheese for several minutes without looking in the container first and when she finally did,<br />
she saw that it was very green......ew<br />
and talking about guys (lots of this)<br />
and laughing,<br />
and I remember laughing with her.<br />
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If we were not friends until the moment she died,<br />
can I still morn her loss?<br />
Am I allowed?<br />
Or will there be judgement with this?<br />
Whatever. <br />
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The last time I saw her,<br />
I didn’t speak to her.<br />
I was very sick<br />
and wasn’t interested in rekindling our friendship.<br />
She didn’t make any moves to.<br />
My mother and her spoke,<br />
I acknowledged her,<br />
but I just didn’t want to be friends with someone again whom I knew had already bailed on our friendship twice before.<br />
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For me, she’d already died.<br />
I’d already lost her in my life,<br />
TWICE.<br />
I’d already felt the heartbreak of it.<br />
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But all that is gone,<br />
in the past,<br />
and now she is the light that flickers through the trees through my window and onto my leg.<br />
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And whenever I hear “Love Song” by Tesla<br />
or “When October Goes” by Barry Manilow,<br />
the she that lives inside my heart,<br />
lights up and shines anew.<br />
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I dedicate this all to you, Dena,<br />
wherever you are....<br />
Wait, I know where you are!!!<br />
You’re Late! What a surprise there.<br />
Please don’t shake your chocolate milk again,<br />
you already opened it and last time you sprayed us all.<br />
:)~<br />
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~Love and Magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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ps: here's the magick spell<br />
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A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-72913606101885964232013-10-16T17:57:00.000-04:002013-10-17T00:39:49.397-04:00How far down the rabbit hole did you say you want to go? 3“The Force is what gives the Jedi his power. It’s an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.” Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars: A New Hope<br /><br />“When we began to analyze galaxies, like our own, we realized that they were spinning too fast. By rights they should fly apart. In other words, something was binding the galaxy together that was invisible. And it’s the greatest mystery in all of physics: Dark Matter. Dark Energy. In other words, The Force.<br /><br />“As astrophysics crunch the numbers, an illusive material began appearing in the equations.”<br /><br />“We now know that only 4% of the universe is made out of atoms. 96% of the universe is made out of, well, The Force, Dark Energy and Dark Matter.”<br />
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“Dark Matter is difficult to detect because it does not emit or reflect
light. We can only infer the presence of Dark Matter by observing its
effects on the visible universe. Such as gravitational lensing, the
distortion of space time around massive objects like black holes.”<br /><br />“It’s
in the room right now. And we physicists are clueless as to what it
really is. There is a shelf full of Nobel Prizes waiting for the young
person who could explain what is it that surrounds the galaxy, holds it
together, permeates our bodies, and makes up 96% of the universe.”<br /><br />In Star Wars, they channel The Force. Is this similar to the power some say we contain to create and affect our world? What part does Dark Matter play in it?<br />
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And why the heck did they name is something so evil sounding??<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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ps: it's here right now......and it's looking at me.....i'm a little scared. <br />
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ps: quotes above from: Prophets of Science Fiction: Episode 8: George LucasA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-88202628702527268272013-10-14T16:45:00.000-04:002013-10-14T16:45:28.822-04:00I am artistically haunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and lovin' it.<br />
~magick~<br />
MelissA Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-38015102171330547982013-10-12T01:42:00.001-04:002013-10-12T01:55:21.431-04:00Featured Film Short: We've got a ghostly kind of love<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/0y5mBpnGOJM" width="420"></iframe>
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The following account has been pieced together like Frankenstein using this fragment of information and that<br />
gathered over the time I have lived in Fern Hill Cottage:<br />
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In the attic,<br />
in the back corner,<br />
in the chest,<br />
rests,<br />
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a scrap of fabric from the hem of a skirt,<br />
a scrap of paper, a year written,<br />
and they,<br />
married with a straight pin,<br />
began it all.<br />
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Then, photographs of a ghostly woman<br />
standing outside this very house<br />
widen the eyes.<br />
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Followed by a page,<br />
torn from a book.<br />
The words “The Dead Woman’s Photograph”<br />
create a chill up the spine that lasts for several weeks<br />
that is aggravated nightly by trips alone<br />
and in the dark<br />
to the bathroom.<br />
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Then thankfully, time passes,<br />
life happens.<br />
The chest and its contents are forgotten.<br />
The mind is occupied during nightly trips to the potty with to-do lists.<br />
Everything is blissfully normal.<br />
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But one day,<br />
that changes.<br />
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A ghostly doe appears in the woods.<br />
It is captured on tape.<br />
And when replayed,<br />
a ghostly voice accompanies it.<br />
Oh, yeah, that’s gonna do wonders for the ability to go to the potty alone in the dark at night.<br />
It’s not scary enough to have pictures of ghosts or ghostly animals outside the house.<br />
No, let’s ramp it up to a whole new level of scary and have a voice come from ‘no-where’ inside the house.<br />
That’s great.<br />
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But through the fear,<br />
you listen<br />
and listen<br />
and listen to the words,<br />
trying to decipher each and every one,<br />
to decode the message sent from ‘the other side.’<br />
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And when you finally do,<br />
a story begins to form.<br />
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“Sometimes secrets kill relationships. Sometimes they kill you.”<br />
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Once there was an okay looking girl who would turn into a beautiful albino doe as soon as she entered the woods.<br />
Oooo, aaahhhh, you say?<br />
Yeah, it’s actually not that cool,<br />
She Died.<br />
Husband shot her in the heart with an arrow.<br />
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You see, she made several critical mistakes:<br />
One was never saying to her husband, “Hey, I turn into a white deer when I go into the woods, so if you see one, don’t shoot it.”<br />
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And two was going out looking for her husband during deer hunting season. <br />
Big mistake.<br />
Huge.<br />
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If you can’t tell by her expression,<br />
I can tell you,<br />
she was just a little pissed about the fact that he killed her,<br />
that he shot her in the heart.<br />
Just a little bit pissed.<br />
Okay,<br />
she was REAL pissed.<br />
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But she loved him still,<br />
the idiot,<br />
moron. <br />
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And him?<br />
Oh, he felt real bad when he realized it was her he shot and not some prized albino doe.<br />
But that might have been because he REALLY wanted that albino deer’s head above his fireplace.<br />
Being the dastardly fellow he was, for a moment he considered what her head would look like there,<br />
but decided it would be in poor taste<br />
and instead he buried her at their favorite place to watch the sunset,<br />
figuring they could still do that together,<br />
as long as he remembered to show up<br />
or wasn’t too busy hunting<br />
or playing cards<br />
or drinking with his friends,<br />
now that he was single again. ;)<br />
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But before you think he’s a complete jerk,<br />
you should know that inside the chest he kept that scrap of the hem of her dress<br />
and on his cheek rests the key.<br />
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That’s gotta mean something.....<br />
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~magick~<br />
Meliss<br />
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Ps: What I find to be the scariest part is this question: Why do we share ourselves with people we can’t trust enough to know our deepest darkest secrets?A Miraculous Melisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09914083916345514848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4871680224709687106.post-45417476732710740592013-10-09T11:06:00.000-04:002013-10-09T11:06:50.946-04:00How far down the rabbit hole do you want to go? 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“The universe is mostly empty.” <br />
<br />
“We like to think of space as empty and matter as solid. But in fact, there is essentially nothing to matter whatsoever. It’s completely insubstantial. Take a look at an atom. We think of it as a kind of hard ball. Then we say, “Oh, well, not really. It’s this little tiny point of really dense matter right at the center, surrounded by a kind of fluffy probability cloud of electrons popping in and out of existence.” But then it turns out that that’s not even right. Even the nucleus, which we think of as so dense pops in and out of existence just as readily as the electrons do. The most solid thing you can say about all this insubstantial matter is that it’s more like a thought - it’s like a concentrated bit of information.”<br />
<br />
“Within all the atoms and molecules, all the space within them, the particles take up an insignificant amount of the volume of an atom or molecule. The rest of it is vacuum.”<br />
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**quotes all from the movie What the Bleep do We Know**<br />
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So, all of the stuff we see around us that appears solidly created of atoms and molecules, which contain smaller parts inside of them, do, in actuality, contain mostly empty space.<br />
In other words, nothing.<br />
They contain mostly nothing.<br />
?<br />
So, I’m sitting on a bunch of empty space strung together that somehow looks like a couch and holds me up off the floor, comfortably, because I think it does?<br />
because I believe it does?<br />
What they’re telling me is that what makes up this couch is something less comparable to what we would call ‘A Thing’<br />
and MORE comparable to what we know as ‘Thought.’<br />
Wow.<br />
Furthermore, given this information, my mind has said,<br />
“Well, then, there are no ‘Things’,<br />
there is only forms of ‘Thought’ and ‘Consciousness.’”<br />
Is that right, I ask myself?<br />
<br />
They said, “a vacuum”.......what I know in association with the word vacuum is that it sucks everything around it, to it.<br />
I wonder, is that why it’s so easy to get ‘sucked into’ materialism??<br />
And away from consciousness?<br />
The solidness of the couch is easier to believe and ‘buy into’ (so to speak) than the other.<br />
I wonder if it’s because,<br />
IF the other was true,<br />
that would mean.........<br />
<br />
~magick~<br />
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