The walrus is awkward and slow moving on land but very graceful in the water. They have long been a major resource of the Inuit who use their hides for coverings, and their bones and tusks for weapons. Walrus seek out physical contact with other walruses. This helps walruses retain there body heat rather than lose it to the external environment. Physical contact is also indicative of their gregarious nature. The two types of walrus, Pacific and Atlantic migrate in the spring and fall following the food. The ice flows advance and retreat tells the walrus when its time to migrate.
Related to seals and sea lions the walrus has air sacs under their throats that they can fill like flotation bubbles. This allows them to bob vertically with their head above the water as they sleep giving them the advantage of keeping an eye on their surroundings at all times. Walrus are often thought of as the “watch dogs” of the water and teach us how to pay attention to the signs and signals within our environment. Information comes to us in various ways and the walrus is a master at understanding what one’s surroundings are trying to convey. The walrus teaches us how to connect with mother earth, heed her warnings and to hear what she is saying!
Walrus have a special strategy for digging up clams by squirting high-powered jets of water out their mouths and under the clams until they break free. This unique ability reflects their ingenuity and survival skills. Another interesting feature about the walrus is the way in which it changes color. It appears pale, almost white, while in the water for sustained periods of time. They turn a pinkish color in warm weather when tiny blood vessels in the skin dilate and circulation increases. Newborn calves are gray to brown in color. The changing color of the walrus reflects its ability to flow into ever changing realities without difficulty. Their thick skin and layers of fat help them keep warm in freezing conditions. They teach us how to protect ourselves from the physical cold as well as chilling emotions like despair or anger. The walrus teaches us how to keep the cold from creeping into our hearts and help us move through the rough emotional waters of life with ease.
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Yearly Archives: 2006
what the &*#$@!!! I got a cell phone
i knew it would probably happen sooner or later. now it’s true!
my # is 530-588-5183.
Omoshiroi!
check out upcoming shows
cruxarts
Palais Ideal
Palais Ideal
check it,
a lot of really cool stuff happening this weekend.
I’m performing friday @ around 3 at the 1078 gallery
An aquantance from San Francisco’s work
come PLAY!
queen for a day
queen for a day
i admire through eyes
who’s love had all but retired
and orange tentacles
of delight shoot
like mighty spires
upward
swirling
they paint the sky
winding their way
to castle of love
floating, peacefully above it all.
a black knight.
a unicorn.
a scene from a child’s dream.
haunted, as the bars that bind us.
lost instances
re-instate the taste of
true love’s kiss
a childlike innocence
who’s words are in excess.
only eyes are able to express
this
inner confidence and
her arms unfold
and open
beckoning me in.
i adapt like chameleon
retrieving soul fire from surroundings
winding cloak of captive creators
I mount the first step to her spire
and realize the flight
has been paved
instinctually
by the sages from
every age.
a quiet voice inside reminds,
“you’ve done this before”
but not quite the same this time,
tempted by the strength of internal
bliss button
i retreat
into the cave
and recall each suggestion
1. i sit and attempt to transmute
space to open arms of grace,
at which i fail
until…
internal eyes open upon my ability
to fully engage in heartfelt passion
2. meet with eyes of love
i’ve not seen since first love’s flavor,
floods reclaim the adolescent shame
and rain falls on minds window pain,
simple and profound previews of power
beg me to center
to re-enter and dress with spicy topping.
3. cataclysmic initiate reunites past and present
however medicine numbs, now calling
for reflection, return to basket,
and re-instate first simple suggestion
paraphrased “fully engage in heart felt passion”
and in the nearing of the re-entry of the perfect octave
past-
my heart rests
in revelation-
i re-instate the calling of heart
and await
patiently
who is this?
the receiver asks.
the schizophrenic voice insists
honestly!
I uncomfortably shift
This
childlike sage is a she-queen starfish.
who’s eyes
long to grant
just one wish.
love
the deepest kiss
always insists
on the strength of
the glowing helixes
that pour from her
soul orbs like a hail storm.
and rather than
run for cover
as i would have in the past
i stand
in mind bending silence
staring into the liquid
avalanches advance
and smile
teeth showing
deepest depths
of inner heart
knowing
“there is no way in hell
a writer could script this perfection”
-and all this
because of one
simple
suggestion.
take hold
of my ineffable reigns
as i streak by
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
what ?
who said that?
banter
gibberish
i guffaw (which i never do)
and my etheric entrails
are spewed forth and laid
before me
on an astral operating table
>THIS one restructures reaction to egoic drives
>THIS allows integration of heart felt pleasure
given by godess guru in divine contract.
mmhhmm…
wait…
what are you telling me?
are you talking about destiny?
who is asking who.
i see
a parable to perplex
the suggesters
a living set of lines to
re-invent the hidden specters-
my loyalty remains with you-
black hooded she
and you-
white clad father
in your shapes i shall build my vessels
from your lips
my words spring upward.
and never again shall
i defile my own essence for
earthly pleasures
prison cell.
I stand in the line
of remembrance
holding my ticket.
to she who beckons me
Yawning from deep slumber
I awake
in utter pleasure
aware of her presence
heart beats loudly, pulse quickens in anticipation.
Eyes rise to
Greet her glowing tower
A vast infinitely expanding
helix who’s shimmering walls
sing the melodies that soothe all beings.
“come rest beneath my wings”
I crawl to the base of her mountain,
slowly,
transfixed,
by this
seemingly
immaculate re-conception of source essence.
careful not to look away
in fear of missing the sound of her voice,
knowing all senses are tuned to the blessings
of her laughters caressing.
how can one sing so beautifully?
the soothing quality is beyond me
body jolts with transcendent tantric quiver
eyes transfixed on her body that has now shifted
into shape of phoenix
rising
showering translucent feathers in billions of ever changing rainbow patters,
each becomes a pin-point that pierces my flesh
and expands within me
body disappears then reappears, so fast it slips between the dimensions,
eyes roll back into head as body is lifted
her multitudes of ever caressing arms
lifting
slowly
as light nodes
restructure and mend insides
re-creating I as I am known,
eyes stream
tears of renewal
body undulating
mouth opens
and tongues tastes
sweet nectar
a smile so deep
involuntarily greats my lips
sending silent deep rolling laughter
into all matter
I wind my way
up
to her
radiant face,
my eyes now open
as if for the first time,
yet the sweetness in her
eyes remind me
that I’ve never before
lived
because I’ve never died
“no trying”
she whispers,
again i shiver
pleasure like i’ve never known
the flip side of the pain I felt
at birth is revealed
and i taste the sweetness of her melody upon my lips
again her body shifts,
a face so flawless,
i see my reflection in her eyes
and my own tears
dance wildly from my face
each creating its own frequency
that sings and blends
in perfect harmony
with her growing voice
“where are you taking me?”
“no-where”
she says soothingly without using words,
“you are already here,
you are home.
and I am here with you,
I rest inside your cave,
beneath the floor boards of your mansion,
deep beneath the surface of
who you are
I pull you in
when you are worn
I bask you in the glory of my light,
I soak you for timeless days
in my pool of renewing nectar
we are inseparable.
and although you seem to forget,
it is with great pleasure
that I keep reminding you.”
tears of remembrance stream
from my cheeks,
“thank you”
“I will keep remembering, I will
drink your words with delicate
and awe filled lips, every time”
I will be in love with your voice
always.
Nagual Heart This Friday at the Temple
This will be an amazing experience, it should last approx 2 hours.
blessings
dragonboy
Star in John Staedler’s music video!
Come star in the first ever John Staedler Music Video!
You (and anyone you know) are cordially invited to
star in the shooting of the music video for “Live Life
Today”
Sunday October 8th, 11am sharp! @ Community Park, in
Chico, CA
Located on 1900 Whitman Avenue (just north of 20th by
hwy 99)
Two requirements:
1. Wear nice dress work clothes, the kind you would
see at an office.
2. Be prepared to dance/go crazy!
Hear “Live Life Today” at:
http://www.purevolume.com/johnstaedler or
www.johnstaedler.com
Copy and paste the link below for directions:
http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?searchtype=address&country=US&addtohistory=&searchtab=home&formtype=address&popflag=0&latitude=&longitude=&name=&phone=&level=&cat=&address=1900+Whitman+Avenue&city=Chico&state=CA&zipcode=
Email me with questions
Hope to see you all there!
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