La Maison Diev

“The Tower” — “The House of God”
Tarot de Marseille (the oldest known tarot) restored by Camoin and Jodorowsky

(* audio from: here)

Sorry kids. I’m suffering from blog shyness and haven’t posted consistently. All I seem to be able to do is post pictures right now instead of write. Do forgive! (myself, yourself, and anyone else you can. karma is too sticky. let it go.)

Have you noticed the moon clock and calendar I bought you? Hope that helps. On the full moon we cross woods and tracks and dams to go to this magical island of stone on the James River. We meet these folks who have been going there on the full moon for the last 20 years. There is a man there who has a female name (like me) who is also a searcher. He broadcasts an energetic force that resonates at a very similar frequency to my own. We all build a fire, cook, drink, smoke, talk spiritual matters and bullshit. It’s a great time. I thought the calendar would help me keep track of when the moon is rising to meet me so I can better prepare for the journey.

Speaking of clocks, I met this fascinating, very intelligent dude on Afton mountain named Yale Landsberg (no, really) who is also a seeker, only he scours the realm of math. It’s funny, I had met him the last time I went to Afton mountain and saw his little booth where he wasn’t actually selling anything, but I think I only discussed the nature of how horrible the Gregorian Calendar is at that time. This time we talked of so many things, so rapidly, I can’t remember them all. He told me he had visualized a clock in his head once. He said visualization was not something he was very good at so he found it rather astounding. It was a clock that let him see the position of the sun as well as the traditional time. Five weeks later when he suffered a heart attack and was stuck in the ICU, he wished he had built one because he could tell that his body suffered from not feeling the position of the sun. I have worked for years in what I call a “mole hole” (basement with no windows) so I could totally relate. There are so many people suffering like this! I saw Morgan Spurlock’s 30 Days where he worked in a WVA coal mine. I recently met a secretary who called her 20th floor no-windowed office a “sky basement.” (I was there paying a $617 property tax bill to a collection agency for Richmond city because they had an old address for me and didn’t bother to call DMV! To add insult (and in-salt) to injury they gave me a parking ticket for being 5 cents short on the parking meter. I paid 30 cents on the meter and missed it by that ” ” much. Asshats.)

This is his Synclecron clock:
(I guess he loves naming things with strange labels. He also has a love of words and does like to play with them.)

Click on the III to change daylight savings.
Click on the II to change your location.
Click on the I to see it simulate through time.

Here’s a link to see it full screen: http://gtyme.org/Sync8.swf
I’ve got to say, it is rather soothing. He and a friend are working on an iPhone app as well.

I may add it to my page if I can get the code right, but I think whoever programmed it didn’t make it so it saves your preferences and that’s a pain in the ass. I’m going to either work with Yale to make a new version or find someone else who can.

He didn’t just present me with a clock. He handed me a mystery. I’ve been obsessed with circles for so long… trying to think of a simulation I can build that can represent the fundamental energetic law of exchanges between people on a mental, physical, and emotional level… using circles. I had drawn many x and y charts in notebooks and even tapped the iChing to see if it had any answers for me. When I saw the strange brochure on his table I had to know what it was! What did it mean?!? (Believe it or not, I’m still struggling with that question. I’ve devoted a lot of time to trying to find out too.)

(click to embiggen.)

If he allows me to I will post a copy of our email conversations so you can join me in trying to solve this riddle. They’re so amazing. In one of the emails I suddenly got really angry and accused him of being a dirty skeptic who was trying to pull a fast one on believers. Here I was, an ex-skeptic myself, actually rising in righteous anger in defense of the spiritual! So bizarre. My ex-wife would kick my ass if she bothered to see me now. She always said if I became religious I would be the worst, most dogmatic person in the world. Haha! She used to tell me that she didn’t like it when I got too passionate in any direction… liberal, paranormal, whatever my obsession of the moment was. She suggested I should try and stay more even keeled. Those days were my B.E. days: Before Eckhart. A.E. days are much more even keeled. In fact, it was Eckhart that finally got me to leap the hurdle of my own personal embarrassment and actually grasp onto the spiritual nature of things; at first tentatively, intellectually, and steadily more and more… with my heart. Does that seem silly? That one would deny a spiritual component to the universe because they were embarrassed that it might not be true, or that it could be proven to be wrong, or that I would take up a position that had no defense, or that I would be standing on weak argumentative grounds with nothing to hold onto, or that I would be in the same category as the crazy right-wing nutjob Jesus freaks? How interesting that embarrassment had such a hold on me that it could curb my belief systems. And yet now that I’m here and not there, I feel like I’m on more stable intellectual ground than ever. And unlike before, I don’t feel the need to push my worldview on anyone else because I am content and calm. It will come in time for every person. Maybe not in this lifetime. There is a process by which it gently invades and conquers the hardest of hearts like roots boring through rock. Quite amazing.

Anyway, I’ve got to go out soon, so onto the photos!

Date range: 6.5.2010 – 6.14.2010.
158 cellphone pictures.

The sequence of events go like this:

Messing about with Whitley Strieber’s The Path, a book about finding yourself and the Tarot de Marseille (the oldest known tarot) restored by Camoin and Jodorowsky. I laid it out on the living room carpet. Similar to my friend Yale Landsberg’s experience, Whitley claims that his arrangement of the Tarot came to him in a similar way ~ a sudden, vivid vision out of the blue.
Going to see Camera Obscura and The Love Language at The National. (Obscura was the headliner, but I actually liked The Love Language a little bit better. Saw a girl with a Camera Obscura shirt in the Strawberry Street Market yesterday.)
My parents converted my work office into a dance studio and put down padded wood floors. Weird as always. At least it’s clean now. And we have more feminine presences, because us boys are too messy.
Dolores Cannon’s Convoluted Universe series! I’m obsessed! I want to write a big post about it, but eh. Having trouble. I posted this post on the Unknown Country board if you want to read that. My basic rundown of who she is and what it’s all aboot.
Made some runes that are supposedly more ancient than the Nordic Runes discovered by Odin when he hung from Yggdrasil, the World Tree. They are in this book called The Primal Runes, but I think that dude said they came to him in a vision too now that I think about it. Everyone is getting visions but me! Anyway, had some fun with this. He fails to tell you way too much shit in the book and it is hard to flip to all the pages because he didn’t put page numbers by the symbols and organize it well. I had to backtrack (use the pronunciation guide) to figure out which were water, earth, air, fire because he didn’t explicitly say. He also made a bunch of errors in the book and I had to figure those out too. Anyway, have done some neat readings so far. Mia was impressed with hers. A skeptic might say, “Well those readings are just made to apply to any situation and blah blah blah, astrology, and blah,” and I would reply, “but if the real-world result is that the random application of guidelines helps me make better decisions and be more confident about those decisions, then who the fuck cares if it is scientifically, provably real divination or not?” Man, speaking of scientifically real, here’s an argument I had on facebook about scientists. Enjoy. Here’s another one: I guess you have to click previous to get to the beginning. See? No embarrassment. I can make an ass out of myself all over the internet with no remorse. Frikkin’ scientific material realists! You guys have shit up the world and then claim your way of thinking is the way to solve your fuckups. Not saying the religious nutties are any better. Hell, I love you all. Read some Eckhart. Or youtube him if you can’t sit still long enough to read.
Went to see Mason Jennings at The Botanical Gardens Rockin’ in the Lawn. Wait, Rockin’ in the Green? Shit, I forgot what we were Rockin, but it was a really nice, small venue and such nice scenery. I hope Mason enjoyed Richmond, VA. Be here now.
Umm… the latest trip to Afton Mountain. Me, Mia, and Brittany went to the Center of the One Heart Synchronicity Homecoming at Swannanoa. (As Brian says, “So many names for things! What is this, a Russian novel?!?”)
I really wanted to go to the Crystal Bowl concert at 7 PM. (I had played with some crystal bowls in Des Moines, Iowa at the Ancient Ways store and LOVED them. You could feel it reverberate in your heart and head from across the room! That was the store where I found my first Dolores Cannon book, The Custodians.) Well, it was a bit too late and we were all tired so we decided to skip it and head home. However, we found an ice cream stand next to a funeral home and had to stop. After the ice cream it was like, 6:30 PM and I suggested maybe we could head back up the mountain and hear the crystal bowl concert? I’m so glad we did. It was pretty awesome.
Been playing a lot of a Western game called Red Dead Redemption. Even been playing it online. Chris Munton and I were shooting bears out in the wilds. Pretty crazy. The game has really made me think a lot about technology and industrialization. Pretty cool.