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American Woman --Guess Who

I left d Film Biz in 1990 after successfully being involved w d Writing & Producing of two Low Budget Features.* It was d Peak in my Film Career but a Low in my Spiritual Life. This became apparent to me when I could manufacture Formula Films but could no longer create Poetry. I had decided in my early Twenties to be a Mystic. My writing was a Medium for my “Mysticism”. I was a Mystic but I no longer was Mystical. I needed to go back to my Roots so I changed my Name back to my Real Name, from Andreas Blackwell to Andreas Schneider. I went back to Deutschland where I was Born & witnessed d Berlin Wall coming down in 1989-90. I went form studying Tibetan Buddhism to studying d Runes, d 2000 Year Old Mystical Tradition of d Xotik Tribes of Northern Europe. D Name Tiwaz, d Seventeenth Rune & d progenitor of Tuesday, was originally my Cyber Name but eventually became my Spiritual Name. “AMERICAN WOMAN AS A MAN” was d first Creative Piece of Writing after Twelve Years of Spiritual Crises & Darkness of d Soul. What is fascinating is that my first True Realization of “Metaphor” came when I heard “American Woman” by d Guess Who in d 1970s. I find Mystical expresses itself through Metaphor. We can also see here, something that will become clearer later in my life. D Valkyrie.

AMERICAN WOMAN AS A MAN

Wo poor Woman

What have you done

You sold your Soul

To become a Man

Who exists only

In a Soap Can

You where once

A long time ago

The Life that pulsed

Beauty into the Stars.

You gave Meaning

To cold Dark Strip Bars

Man walked & gave Race

Over Earth n Water

For your Embrace.

Now you are

A burnt out Star

And the Earth

Mother of All

Is dying

Before your Fall

Now you are hated

Not because you are Wo-Man

But because you are a Man.


–Tiwaz 20020114 Cloak & Dagger, TO rr15iaa

* D Two Films where “City in Panic” and “Shaman’s Source“.

AMERICAN WOMAN REHEARSAL (1970)- THE GUESS WHO

Reading d Book, Fussell’s POETIC METER AND POETIC FORM, I look up thru d Moonbean Cafe Window, thru a tangle of Phone Lines, high above perched on top of a Lamp Post, I see a Pigeon alone.

I look back to d Page “pleasures of meter are essentially physical and as intimately connected with the rhythmic quality of man’……s total experience as the similarity alternating and recurring phenomena of breathing, walking, or lovemaking.” p6
I look back contemplatively to d Pigeon as d Wind ruffles it’s gray Feathers. I realize dun Pigeon is not alone. It is one w d Wind, with d Cycles of Day n Night, Summer n Winter. Birds can migrate using d Sun, Stars n Earths Magnetic Field. It is in Harmony w d Universe.
What is out of Harmony, that PROJECTS Aloness, that creates Heidegger’s Fallness, is my Mind. When Descartes said ‘I THINK, THEREFORE I AM’ he did not give a new Ground for Philosophy but revealed d prehistoric Ground for Separation. Before Man’s Hi-story, when we sat around Campfires surrounded by Darkness, it was not “the Dark Side” outside d Circle that created Fear, Hatred, Aloneness but d fiery Mind in d Center of d Circle, w it’s continues squirrely Chatter, that separated us from d Ground of our TOBE.
First a Separation of Inner n d Outer was created. D Inner was d Campfire of d Mind. D Outer now became d “Dark Side” which was really d Ground of our ToBe. In Abraham Religious Terms we became separated from God. God became d Campfire Light, a BURNING BUSH, an Image of our Ego. D True God, d ALL ONENESS became d Evil of Darkness. Soon d Mind expanded “Inner-Outer” creating a Matrix, of Time n Space. D Mind imposed Time n Space into d World creating d Illusion of Separation n Death.
“The ticking of a clock constitutes an unvaried succession of regular sounds: wen no one is listening to a clock, it goes tick, tick, tick, tick all day long. But let a human ear approach, and the clock goes tick, tock, tick tock, and the ticking now “becomes” rhythmical because the listening ear wants it to be.” p18 And now I realize more deeply that even d Harmony n Rhythm that I projected on d Pigeon is an Illusion!
ONCE, I realize my Immortality, my ALL-ONENESS, then Aloness – Company, being loved – being hated, Life-Death become delights, silent Clouds passing in front of d Moon, all to be contemplated in Bliss n Joy.
–Tiwaz, rr09eoo

Tide to collecting your Will (rr16) from all your disturbing Thoughts

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Oh! if to dance all Night, and dress all Day,
Charm’d the Small-pox, or chas’d old Age away;
Who would not scorn what Housewife’s Cares produce,
Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use?
Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock, 1717. rr16ahu

Reading duum Book, Fussell’s POETIC METER AND POETIC FORM, Ik look up thru dum Moonbean Cafe Window, thru unem tangle dus Phone Lines, high above perched on top dus unem Lamp Post, Ik see uunen Pigeon alone.

Ik look back to dum Page “pleasures of meter are essentially physical and as intimately connected with the rhythmic quality of man’s total experience as the similarity alternating and recurring phenomena of breathing, walking, or lovemaking.” p6
Ik look back contemplatively to duum Pigeon as duum Wind ruffles uut’s grey Feathers. Ik realize dun Pigeon is not alone. Ut is one with duum Wind, with d Cycles dus Day n Night, Summer n Winter. Birds can migrate using dum Sun, Stars n Earths Magnetic Field. It is in Harmony w dum Universe.

What is out des Harmony, that PROJECTS Aloness, that creates MARTIN HEIDEGGER‘s Fallenness, is maes Mind. When RENE DESCARTES said ‘I THINK, THEREFORE I AM’ he did not give aenen new Ground for Philosophy but revealed daen Ur-High-Storic Ground for Separation. Before Man’s High-Story, when we sat around Campfires surrounded by Darkness, it was not “the Dark Side” outside dum Circle that created Fear, Hatred, Aloneness but daem fiery Mind in dam Center das dam Circle, with it’s continues squirrely Chatter, thaet separated us from dom Ground dos our TOBE.
First aner Seperation, das Inner & das Outer, was created. Dar Inner was dan Campfire das Mind. Dur Outer now became dun “Dark Side” which was really don Ground dos our ToBe. Uner Flame sits on unem Ground dus Universe & believes that it’s Light creates dun Universe. Im Abraham Religious Terms we became separated from God. God became dan Campfire Light, anen BURNING BUSH, anem Image das our Ego. Dor True God, dor ALL ONENESS became dun Evil dus Darkness. Soon dar Mind expanded “Inner-Outer” creating aenem Matrix, daes Time & Space. Daer Mind imposed Time & Space into dom World creating daem Illusion daes Separation & Death.
“The ticking of a clock constitutes an unvaried succession of regular sounds: when no one is listening to a clock, it goes tick, tick, tick, tick all day long. But let a human ear approach, and the clock goes tick, tock, tick tock, and the ticking now “becomes” rhythmical because the listening ear wants it to be.” p18 And now EEOk realize more deeply that even dar Harmony & Rhythm that Ik projected on dum Pigeon is aner Illusion!
ONCE, Ik realize mos Immortality, mos ALL-ONENESS, then Aloness – Company, being loved – being hated, Life-Death become delights, silent Clouds passing in front dus Moon, all to be contemplated in Bliss & Joy.
–Tiwaz, rr09eeo

GOTHIC PICNIC: We are bond together by Mead
You are as refreshing to me
As Blue Pine Trees I Love.

We are bond together by Mead
And d Full Moon above
I am as refreshing to Thee
As d Juniper U Love.

We r bond together by Mead
And Gothic Xots above

–Tiwaz 201007260001- rr19eho
– TORONTO GOTHIC PICNIC 2010
Da Juniper Tree (Fairy Tale)

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Reading Today JUNG’S VISIONS 1976 p9 ÆÆk realize more clearly thææt:
Ik am not anen Healer
Ik am just anen Midwife
Dan True Spiritual Doctor
Is in onser inner Life
–Tiwaz 2010 rr13aah

FOCUS ON YOUR SPIRITUAL GUIDE

The whole world wide, every day, fly Huginn and Muninn; I worry lest Huginn should fall in flight, yet more I fear for Muninn -From Grimnism

-From Grimnism

Here is my latest poem published in HUNTERGATHERESS JOURNAL : VOLUME 2, 2009. The initial writing of “Valkyrie’s Troth” was written under the Stars completely by Memory instead of paper or Computer. I wanted to capture some of that old Troubadour feeling which I speculate was composed for and inspired by Blood Memory. (Odin’s Raven Mumin in the above Poem means Memory.) I did not realize it until later but it also incorporated some of the Anglo-Saxon Alliteration where “initial alliteration,” the repetition of sounds at the beginnings of words or syllables was used.To really appreciated this Poem needs to be belted out on a Stage or around a campfire.

The Bird Goddess is one of the most ancient goddesses, both a life-giving creator and a goddess of death and regeneration. The Valkyrie, a northern European goddess, is a representation of this goddess as death wielder.
Valkyrie’s Troth
In this TeenAge Age,
Of TeenAge Senility,
Where Pop Hop Propaganda
Create concrete conceptual
Dungeons,
Crafting creeping conspiring
Darkness.
Where New Age Man
Anamalizes into Fellatio Bitches
And New Woe Man
Anal lies into Dildo Pricks
Shitting Pumpkins,
The Beast of TeenAge Rage
Trembles
Terrified
Before a Valkyrie’s Troth.

High above
Vermin infested Villages
High above
Rising white collar Gulags
High above
Sky scraping sick babbling
TV transmission Towers
High beyond
A poisoned polluted Night
Occulting universal Light
On a Wintery Yule Tide,
A Winged Goddess
Angle of Death
Chooser of the Slain
Silently parts a pure Path
Through the chemically killed Sky
for a moment Hovering
In the hallow Halo
of that universal Light,
Then Swooping down
Onto its’s Prey
Wings in flight
Giving mortal fright
To a teenage Boy.
Valkyrie of elder Worth
Volva seeing Rebirth
Pregnant with inner Earth
Wyrds the Boy a Man.
Sacrifice she demands
Sacrifice your Age
Sacrifice your Suffering
To the Best in Man.
A forgotten old Sword
Awakens, arises in the boy’s
Immortal bold Soul.
Forged in divine Lust
Crucified on the Cosmic Tree
Whose Roots no one can see,
called by the Goths
Needful the Dragon Slayer,
by the Celts
Excalibur the Camelot Maker
by the Mystics
Tiwaz the Troth Seeker.
This Sword is once again
wielded,
Smashing towering concrete Concepts
Into fertile Earth.
And then,
Pierces the conspiring Darkness
With Heroic Stars
That pour forth their
Enlightenment.
Now the TeenAge Age
Truly awakens.
For it has been demanded
By the Valkyrie’s Troth.
For J who sees the Best in Man.
Tiwaz – 376 College 20020209,
rev. 200806011224 rr15eez