#auntlucy

[yakyak333]

[desmondhotguy1]

#AuntLucy#nephewlove💙 (at Delta Terminal - Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport)

[jameshicksyt]

@paddingtonbear Movie is up for review. It’s in my early running for best film of the year. It’s that good. Follow @jameshicksyt for all my movie posts! And subscribe to my YouTube channel. My link is in the bio. #movies #movie #moviereview #paddingtonbear #paddington2 #auntlucy

[sunnykj]

So there was a chalk board when I moved in, thought I’d do some stuffs to make it kinda homie. So I went to target and got some chalk markers and I used the “Aunt Lucy said” quote. Thought it be a great start. Maybe change it weekly or bi-weekly. #somethingnew #quotes #chalkboardart #chalkboardlettering #chalkboard #chalkmarkers #paddington2 #paddingtonbear #paddingtonbrown #auntlucy #auntlucysaid (at Downtown San Jose)

[sunnykj]

Got to watch the new Paddington movie and I loved it just as much as the first one. It always makes me all warm inside, except for the sad parts of course. But I left inspired and wanted to do something for one of my favorite “Aunt Lucy said” quotes! With the quote is my try at doing the one line drawing, I’m pretty satisfied! #paddinton #paddingtonbear #paddington2 #auntlucysaid #quotes #paddingtonquotes #onelinedrawing #oneline #lettering #ipadpro #procreate #thankyoupaddington #auntlucy (at Marina, California)

[letterstoauntlucy]

Aunt Lucy and the Hope for Modern Masculinity

Dear Aunt Lucy,

I have some questions about what qualities and behaviors you admired in a man. Here I live in a strange time, a place where men do not hunt or fish or forage for their group, but only for fun and personal “glory.” Even if they wanted to, the waters have been poisoned by semi-nomadic rulers who don’t drink from the streams or eat from the land who will leave when the poisons build up too strong. The animals have diseases that make them go mad, and small bugs give you fevers and make your joints ache when they bite you for too long. (Did you have bugs like that? How did you protect yourselves?) I do what I can to plant fruits, nuts, berries, and herbs, gather and give away wild foods, hunt and raise animals, but the rulers still plan to poison more and faster.

Right now, I sit in the hallway of one of the rulers’ culture factories, who they put under constant surveillance during daylight hours. I am paid a meager sum, and am grateful that they do not demand all of my daylight for most of each month.

Here the teenagers learn to manipulate symbols. The young men and women must sit silently inside a large square enclosure away from the frogs and birds and flowers and are not allowed to touch or caress each other nor swing or hang or squat, but only perch on their bottoms. For very short periods, shorter than the length of dusk to total darkness, the teenagers are allowed to craft or play games outside or practice music, but only one of these activities per day. So starved for rest & relaxation & socialization though, that these sessions are often not practiced with any love or enjoyment or appreciation for the elders.

Change is coming, so I no longer despair, for the Earth Goddess herself is getting angry, hot and stormy, and will disrupt these rulers and their domination. I will soon be leading young men and women free and poor, to re-imagine another way & live it together. How did you communicate hope? How did you grieve? Did it ever get so hard you ran away?

Girl’s bathroom closed for renovations.

Phidel

Pictured in the ritual reading are scattered worry dolls, two polished rose quartz healing stones, a polished Baltic Sea stone, a bird figurine from Turkey, and a piece of tile discovered in the soil.

Response forthcoming

[letterstoauntlucy]

With less gilded encryption, I hope this video shares with you partially the mythology that these letters hopes to confront. For a long enough time, the western narrative has specialized in the propagation of "survival of the fittest" which I have come to believe, through recognizing the extent of this subtle, yet insidious indoctrination, has been transmitted as inherently competitive and isolationist. However, often enough, when the assumptions about nature being majorally cruel and indifferent are given the chance to crumble a bit, these small gif(t)s serve as reminders of the utmost contrary. If love is evolution, I am the baby bird. Thank you.

[perstephonebartusisyphus]

Aunt Lucy and the climate change, # tbt

This text below is from a journal entry I wrote last year when I first got to New Orleans, and was in my own darkness and anxiety. Having gone through that strange plight, I have thus since felt much less anxious about what the challenges are that we face. I’m dredging it up because a few people I know have begun focusing on the discussion again. I feel it is not about talk as much as feeling, and working from the source of our hearts, compassion, determination, persistence, resilience, and peace.

I hope you enjoy the read.

So, I’ve reached a stall, and have been having moments of the revelations of Pandora. Maybe I am crazy, but in this, I must also crack open the case for some brilliance to bleed out, and shine.

I have made a return to The Book of Enoch. Again, I will tell the story of how I discovered The Book of Enoch, how it has always resonated with me, and more so the things that are currently in my heart. It is dark, yet it is heavy, moist, full of love, there is a curdled wail that is lying just below the thronging factor of my voice, and I feel at any moment, it may come through.

I found Enoch when I was reading Genesis; the small segment about him intrigued me to no end. As Genesis unveiled the lineage of the ancient tribes of The Arabs and Israelites (thru abram/Abraham, Hagar and Sara/Sarah–note the additions of the letters in their transformations), Enoch was one of the patriarchs who did not die. It was said he lived for 365 days and was no more, for God took him.

What the hell did THAT mean, and how was it so casually stated? Especially considering that Enoch was the ancestral link to Noah. Enoch gave the message to Noah that the flood was coming.

The book of Enoch was “rediscovered” in the West from a traveling Scotsman who went to Ethiopia and found the book amidst the canonical scripture of the Ethiopian Church. Some years later, a written copy of The Book of Enoch was found along with the other dead dea scrolls.

The book of Enoch is by far the most mystical textual account of the antediluvian days, and involved the Angels, the good Angels, the fallen angels and the race of ½ Angels and ½ human children of the Angels and women called the Nephilim. The Nephilim are essentially one of the mighty races whom the tribes of Israel were constantly told to destroy. God had a really hot nut for these creatures, specifically related to the Christ prophecy. The Nephilim as biological progenitors of angelic spiritual substance could potentially sour the gene pool of humanity making the birth of A savior impossible. The story describes Enoch’s journey through the seven “levels” of heaven and hell, as he was guided by the angel Uriel. Dantes Inferno is essentially an account of this reworked. Enoch learned the secrets of heaven, and learned of the thing called “the days” or the written account of history as it happens. He learns of the flood, and implores God to allow him to warn his family. God allows him to return to earth, deliver the message, then returns him to heaven where he is transformed into the angel, Metatron- or voice of God in Greek and forever scribes the book of days. Enoch also fixates richly on the savior birth prophecy, saying that an angel spirit will penetrate the flesh of a human and live as one in pure form.some of the gnostic tradition describes that the Metatron is the savior, who was born as human, incarnated spiritually as angel and destined to return as a human. There is a more esoteric and gnostic link between Enoch, Metatron, Thoth, and Hermes trimestigos that gets into alchemy and the book of Enoch also accounts for much of the symbolism inherent in the western practice of Alchemy.

Furthermore, Ethiopia is the origin of the coffee plant, where Lucy's bones were found, a place the european church of course hardly acknowledges despite its richer than rich spiritualism, where goat shepherds first noticed the effect of the fruits of the plants on their herds. Thinking of the biological and societal relationship we share with this plant, and the fact that it is shares a shepherding relationship with its human discovery, I find it no surprise that coffee is a technological herder of masses, as both a plant and beverage. Our current cultural rituals are ingrained with the consumption of coffee, and its psychosomatic effects as a drug are vastly understated. These are all linked coincidences and curiosities, full circles and then some, I have discovered since my younger inquiries, but I have recently made a full circle with this book and the larger monotheistic (white) western cosmology and pathology.

As a senior in high school, I had to do a project called The Extended Essay. I knew I wanted to do my paper on the Angels, but did not know exactly what would happen until I went through the Torah looking for the incidence of Angels. Once I did, I found the book of Enoch. The paper I wrote was imaginative literary criticism on how the relationship with a monotheistic God that the Christian European empire and civilization cultivated would have been vastly different if the Book of Enoch was included in the biblical canon because it provided a spiritual architecture for individuated Christian practice and a spiritual/biological customized relationship and understanding of Christ (eliminating a strategized necessity of a church hierarchy for personal salvation in the empire). Why did The course that Christianity took have such a vehement and violent opposition to the body itself? To the fact that the representative would hurl in the face of the reality of life that it doesn't die? I can understand that energy from a spiritual perspective, but as it translated into the actual practice, it was a big slap, and if I may venture to say, paved the way for the constant demoralization of the reality, attitudes, experiences, and lives of countless others. by perpetuating the belief that the experience of the body doesn't matter! or if it does matter but you must spend your life denying it's intuitions! sensations! and desires! it certainly makes life on earth seem like a kind of hell.

It was a speculative and hopeful “what if” of history that included the conception and inclusion of the power of women, the role of stars, and the ideas of having Angels amongst us, even after the death of the Christ figure. I was smart enough to categorize the project under the umbrella of “English” rather than history.

It had an interesting reception. First, I was accused of plagiarizing the paper. I died inside. The teachers in the program I was in were hesitant to send the paper to be examined and graded abroad for fear that if I had plagiarized, it would tarnish the reputation of the program in the United States (as it was an experimental education paradigm) and at my school, where the tension to keep the program was riddled with envy and pretension, thinly veiled behind the complaint of the taxpayer burden for the program–something like 25,000 dollars a year to keep the program running. I had to sit next to one of my teachers as she entered every single sentence of the 4000+ word paper through a Google search engine. Satisfied that I had not plagiarized external to my wounded pride and inner turmoil, the paper flew away.

Sometime after graduation, and in my first year of college, we had an IB reunion where we were to receive our cumulative scores and congratulations from our duration in the program. There were 8 of us out of a class of 400 that completed the diploma track of the program. It was a buffet program, much like the AP in that you could choose to take IB courses, but the diploma program had a more rigorous and immersive track course and extracurricular demands as well as the extended essay.

Everything was graded by rubrics in that program, numbers instead of grades, a set of language to identify the quality of the work given by the student on a scale of 1-7. Turns out, my extended essay was one of the few submitted from around the world to receive a 7. The teachers were very happy to receive that prized7 representative of their program. Mine was graded in Switzerland. I received accolades at the unveiling, and felt smug about all of the drama that surrounded a paper about gods, Angels and man.

The thing that intrigued me about The Book of Enoch was mostly the sub textual message about the blurred line between spiritual divinity and the biological experience of reality, the fact that Angels could experience lust and the “temptations” of the flesh and create a biology told me that there are beliefs about individual divinity even in western spirituality. The fact that Jesus was the only symbol for this in the “approved” literature, as opposed to a product of a lonnnggg written and oral legacy of inherent human capacity for divinity within the biological temple brings me to my current crossroads.

We can talk endless amounts of how poisonous the colonial mechanism of Christianity has been for all of the world. We can talk about how creating a human figure advertisement for divinity in the white body has seriously fucked some shit up. But the irony I’m primarily interested in right now, is how western society fixated so strongly on the physically transcendental aspect of the Christ spirituality that actually shakes me to the core of my inherently biological and human concerns.

If you can not hear the last whispers of the species fleeing from the existence of the only thing we have ever had that we can touch and feel and see and love and experience, I am envious, first degree.

I made the mistake of re-engaging the climate change conversation again. The thing that broke from me was a box of nightmares, a series of imaginations the likes of which Bosch would be proud and inspired.

Imagine what these people are calling wet bulb, that is 95 degrees and 100% humidity and that condition assailing our biology. Then imagine it happening to every person that you know. Imagine the plants suffocating from not being able to sequester carbon because they are perpetually dilated, the harsh winds, the changing jet stream and the sudden eruption of new greenhouse gases as the permafrost goes away, as it is now, and literally allowing the chemical organic death that has been locked up in the ice for thousands of years. A dark wailing, unearthly zephyr as the decay fills the sky with gas. One by one, you and everyone you know succumbing to the heat and humidity and falling dead on the street, or in their beds, or holding hands with those they love, and upon death, being baked into a state of wet and smelly rot once who you know them to be is snuffed. And there are no funerals in this scenario, just baked and rotting bodies being gobbled up by the unconscious chemistry that we are being told we will unleash upon ourselves. The earth turning from blue to who knows what. Feel it happening to yourself, the person sitting next to you. Watch as the trees bake and fall over and let the carbon keeping them alive release into the chemistry. The day it befalls you, what will that feel like? Go on, imagine it, I dare you. Everyone you know. And everyone you don’t. Everyone.

How do you feel imagining that? What is the emotional response that registers with that Pandora’s box? What are your first impulses, drives? Are you angry, upset, scared, deflated, excited? Your response is your biology, your life force, your urges, your desires, your creature-isms, your subconscious loosening and realizing its bonds in the face of an imaginary scenario of complete and utter seeming powerlessness. Does it ignite in you that impetus to love, and love hard? Or to save something, anything, is here ANYTHING we can DO? What if it is too late, what if that is the fate that if it does not befall us, it will certainly our children, or our grandchildren. What will it feel like to be told from the Earth, not God, not christ, not Enoch, not anyone else, that this is done. She will go on and transform, and always had. Am I fear mongering here, or am I waking up some sheep? I have no fucking clue. I just realized today how much I’ve pussyfooted and how afraid I’ve been. That scenario terrifies me enough to actually get me to ask and register the questions that my biology is always asking, and is becoming impatient about. Only time will tell at this point what we are truly made of, and if it is in fact stardust, and we are in fact on our way home away from this home in the universe consciousness, of which in these earthly bodies we have been told for too long that we can not possibly comprehend, what about the squishy beautiful earth creature that we are right now, in the here and now, in the today. What are we today? and how can we move forward! strong! determined, proud and loving? I challenge myself. I challenge you also, compassionately, brothers and sisters.

I also had the bitter realization that in all of These letters to aunt Lucy, the first shall be last and the last shall be first… I am speaking to her as the first and last from this point forward, and will make a furious love to her.