Hearing and Beyond Hearing

On this blackest of Fridays, a gift, free for the taking.

A new piece for your ears, and experimental as well;

audible frequencies by myself and energetic intent by Wendy Down.

www.claudianewell.com/wendy.earth.111809.mp3

Send me impressions and comments, consider this a preview of things to come.

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Speculative Structures

A much overdue thanks to Matt Bua for including me in his Visionary Drawing Building project. Thanks Matt!

My little shed is in the medical/healing section, an apt commentary on my state of mind at that time. Let us say I am feeling much better now.

Open letter to waves on the ocean

To my sweet dear little waves,
I am a stoner in a D.A.R.E. t-shirt, a long-suffering doormat, a self-actualized success story, selfish, selfless, lustful, celibate; I am the judge, jury, and executioner and I want to hold you in my arms and dry your tears. Like you, I do all the work and I get to have all the fun, and I'm afraid of what you might think (until I'm not).

I am EVERYTHING dear ones, and SO ARE YOU. None of us are anyone who can be limited by another's words, although in our infinite play-acting we can play the game of being limited by another's words or the game of pretending we can't see our co-stars' grandness by talking about them in a few words. We hide our eyes and pretend we can't be seen until we get tired and discover a more exhilarating, more fun, more useful game to play.

I love you, love you, love you, thank you for showing me so much about EVERYTHING, which is what we all are.

I'm currently working with wood models, and adding some limited color. The eventual intent would be for these to become part of a room, as large as the floor-to-ceiling span or width of a wall or hallway.

D-I-Y

A few old DIY favorites resurrected from the old Fotolog site. Dressers are a joint production of maisons-atomisées and her dad.

Models models models

You're new! You're new! You're new!

Like many people attracted to studies in consciousness, counseling and coaching, I was somewhat enamored of the idea of parallel universes. Popping over to a new reality where everything was different was much more appealing than a struggle-filled march toward a "someday" where everything was solved. I was having a hard time actually doing it, however. I was probably entertaining what Denny Dwyer has called a thousand endings - all these past events that I felt still attached to, and felt I needed to fix. A giant, lint-covered, lead-filled bustle that was the "me" I felt obligated to take everywhere. Once I'd fixed this ever-growing list of shoulds, THEN I'd get to do what I wanted to do...I was visualizing a myriad of doors to step through, yet I was dragging that big bag of dirty laundry with me...

But, with the inspiration of the mp3 listed below, I realized that the person who has that burden is not necessarily the person I am in this moment; my habitual state of mind has a fixed "me" experiencing different points in time, when, truth is, there is just a new universe with my observation every moment - and I have the ability to shift my observations.

Endless applause to Coach and Matrix Energetics practitioner Wendy Down for providing this free download. It puts me in a completely experiential state every time I listen to it; I've been thinking of transcribing it as every moment is so absorbing that I find it hard to remember what has just been said; yet that seems perfectly appropriate, considering the subject.

Listen here:

http://www.wendydown.com/store/audio-3-keys-to-consciously-choosing-the-reality-you-experience

I listened to it again this morning and it felt more activated; new pursuits seem more playful and old ones are easily released without the burden of "history". It is easy to make the mistake of thinking of a fork in the road when getting use to the "universes" idea, and that the static "me" is choosing, when in truth, I am approaching from any and all angles. If we are stepping into a parallel universe, then it has always existed alongside the one we are living in, and does not have to share the same history - it has its own.

Goodbye Analog...

The analog television era has officially come to an end here in the United States after a government informational campaign perhaps more lengthy than the one for President. Citizens were warned to get their digital converter boxes, or they would be "left out" and "miss" television. There is little difference for those who have had cable for the past two decades, but residing in what my British friends would call a terrestrial TV household has brought up some interesting observations.

No More Snow

The death of analog TV has meant there is no more beautiful impressionistic video from distant stations fading in and out of view, or the overlap of two adjacent stations in different markets. The exotic childhood treat of being able to receive a program from the next largest city 2 hours away is also a memory. It is constantly implied that our TV is now improved, with greater "accuracy" and we may even be on the way to "high definition". In response, I would suggest that snowy tv is far more accurate, as, despite our seeming solidity, we are all a dance of particles constantly reconfiguring and rearranging. The soft look of analog media suggests the field of all possibility that we all emerge and return from.

All Time is Now

The clunkiness of digital TV is doing more than enrage my perplexed elderly father with AV glitches - it is also making time travel available on a second-by-second basis. I have noticed in the sometimes heavily pixelated screen that only some of the mosaic has arrived - the weather lady's mouth is suspended in an O while part of the map is dissolved into a new scene. We are partially stuck in the past, yet trying to function in a yet to be discovered moment. It feels like putting a magnifying glass the worst obsessions of our habitual minds; yet the lack of continuity, the pause in the once constant story can inadvertently cause a moment of meditative clarity - who are we right now, anyway?

Weak signal

This is the message now displayed during the slightest weather variation. People living in the countryside are apparently getting no reception, and we have yet to have a channel scan successfully find the public TV station we still donate to. It is a convoluted form of progress for someone who grew up playing with a shortwave radio and marvelling at how sound could come from so far away. I have now eliminated the electromagnetic smog of all the TV I don't need to watch, and perhaps this is a confirmation that I am now free to psychically communicate with those I care most about without the mess of cables and antennas; let my heretofore hidden abilities blossom...