Links

http://ibrain.org/ supports saving love even if this diary doesn't lend itself to a vertical strip of suggested sites. I like ibrain. It's dedicated to "picking the brain of the internet". Worldwide users are on the rise.



http://andersonbrownpolitics.blogspot.com is authored by one of my oldest friends. He has a literary blog, often with an emphasis on Irish writers, and a philosophy blog as well, his academic field.
As Andy said about blogs recently, "You give what you've got." In his case, that's a witty and well reasoned view of anything he takes on. He's gained a lot of visibility with these, proving quite helpful to people interested in the same books.

http://twinsoulmates1111.com is one for this summer. With Google in the corner, links aren't really that necessary anyway; the web is set up to make connections quickly and I'm already finding that the faster one moves the less necessary links are. Karen Crystal here found her Twin Flame in this life and I identify with her in a number of ways. KC says that everything happens for a reason. If you find your Twin Flame but the Twin Flame can't deal with your physicality, surrender to bliss anyway. Nevertheless, there are good reasons for happening to pose questions, questions like: What more could anyone want from life than someone's unconditional love? Even if it is the devotion of a leper, the beloved should have the capacity to bestow at least a little gratitude.

This morning I figured out how to make these links. Instead of figuring out how to clean them up like on those handsome indexes, I'm just going to throw on my other blog, http://people.tribe.net/savelove. It tells other parts of the same story as this one. It takes more chances with form and willingness to vent. As usual, all roads lead to Athena, who I think is the only regular visitor to this blog anyway. The questions I posed to her have been read, unanswered, and transcended in a parallel compassionate form of mine that smiles upon my cussing. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mrs. C!

Finally, http://universal-tao.com, home of Mantak Chia. Call this SavLife a survey of healers, therapists, musicians, punsters, sexy sexies, witches, immoralists, and immortalists. I call Chia the teacher who has put it all together for me. The teachings have held me back from taking the world on too fast - and once my fate does take me on, the teachings will be there to help me survive it.

SaveLove Music * February 2010

There are reasons why this page continues to serve in place of an update at savlove.com. They have to do with how what always was a life-as-art has turned into a test case for holistic living.

To cut to the chase, SaveLove Music - me, that is - veers ever closer to better versions of the union of many elements. There are the songs on the one hand, which cover their own range of topics. Then there is the approach to living, which has assimilated a great many techniques - chakras, Sufis, the transmutation of sperm energy - too many to mention and link with each other here. Add to that my personality, for I have a way of sharing this vibe that clues people into it somehow. Not necessarily the esoteric stuff, but something of the love that is usually fun. The gift of explaining the esoteric stuff in an easy-to-understand way is already clear. One could say that I'm in the inchoate stages of starting my own religion.

Not that I would actually start my own religion. I'm just a scribe of my experience. And way over my head for now. But that hardly describes it, so let's move to a fourth element, the spoken and singing voice. Along these lines I work toward what Peter Harrison calls "fully integrated emotive singing". Lots of games to play in that oral meditation, including suddenly changing the words as one sings along to a beloved classic. What comes out spontaneously is rhymed to fit the moment. You can learn a lot about yourself that way. Mimicking a record, I can feel it in the top or back of my mouth when I'm lost in insincerity. A subtle pain tells me that it's time to stop, and as soon as I do I attune to Athena Calderone and the microcosmic orbit arises with the magnetic force. If I begin to sing again, the voice is quieter, lower, more "natural".

Songs should have their own lives. As omnipresent as these topics have become for me, something resembling autobiography is not the only option. Last week I wanted to write a song as I admitted to myself that I'd run out of things to say to my muse about - er- sonically advanced resonance that hadn't been covered in the last two or three years of compositions including "Remote Chance", "Portal Pain", "That's No Lie!", "Cupid in Topeka", "Marriage to a Mirage", "Sub Vs. Dom Remix (DJ Erect Asleep)", "Two Places", "Let Me Ride", and more. So I went for a story song, all hatched from the initial seed rhyme:
"Came so hard! Now she's safe in bed - three satin pillows surrounding her head."
It's called "Debbie and Bill", a rock & roll song that I hope to share one day with my dear friend the drummer from Soho. But for now that can't be because it's...
Radio Pariah, under, sideways, over and out.