the shamanic imperative

In the village of North Bennington everyone trusts me, yet few understand exactly what I am doing there.

One of the reasons for this is that the Inner Music of advanced meditation has taken the place of my usual musical output.

I am part caged lion, part liberated soul. During my years as an entertainer, a vision was plotted according to a huge catalogue of songs...a vision of fulfillment, but one willing to make a portrait of all the different steps in the emotional process. I always knew I was a shaman, and I always knew that my iconography can only work as a king, not as a prince. Time elapsed as I served as a prince, awaiting the day when I would mature to emerge as a king, silvery yet exceedingly vital.

But it is easy to bandy the word "shaman" about. That's why I'm using the term here where no one will read me saying it, rather than on the web-site, which has not been updated since August 2004. There are two reasons why there is still no music available for download. The first has to do with the aforementioned Inner Music, which lately has trumped any inclination to listen to, play, or compose new material. The second has to do with my concept of a product, as opposed to a selective display of some of my feats. The intended SaveLove product is surely just as important to evolution as any slew of chakral emanations, no matter how spiralling or mesmerizing or beautiful these moments of extended solitude. The product is within my reach in so many ways, but only once certain collablorative efforts are sanctified can this shaman deliver his message. And that message is altogether too serious and potentially too much fun for me to offer anything else. I'm always happy to respond to questions and invitations, but as far as the spirit of sheer volunteerism goes, I've grown weary of always being the one who makes the first move. I do much better when the people come to me.

the old outpost

Limber - yet out on a limb...

Here I am in Manhattan wondering how such a lovely soul as I could be this impossibly alone.

Part of it is that I need to be this alone, part of it is that no one needs me...except in thought. Everybody knows they can count on me for a kind thought. But to engage in something deeper than a report from one world to another is somehow not allowed in my active world, as if my pursuit of intimacy rendered a theory too good to be put into actual play.

All my relationships are in order. Harmony prevails. No one can say that John SaveLove is not who he is. But who I am is too solely a function of me for me to be anyone at this point. That's why I'm sitting here suddenly writing a debut blog instead of doing anything that pertains to the life already in progress at www.savlove.com. I've evolved into the next hinterland, and here I hang, always humoring myself, ever attuned to sav mojo groove.