Sav's response to Big Brother

Thanks for all the love, honesty, and support, John.
We can always count on you for that.
But I can work around Athena as necessary, dude.
She's pretty much made it clear that the difference between her sewer and the rest is that hers is titanium plated.
Not going so far as to say "telepathy be damned", only saying that you old dead stars still have the myths as written firmly in hand, live rocket men too, my rewrites await another day.
"Watch That Man
Oh honey watch that man!
Well he talks like a jerk
But he could eat you with a fork and spoon"
--- David Bowie/Aladdin Sane

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.

Stepping into Grease

While this intensely involving ascension/descension is documented more fully in other acoustic and electric files, Extra Curricular Sav enjoys the distinction of encapsulating my whole experience of life since meeting Athena in seven (now eight) brief entries. What begins with one of my typically voiced ruminations shifts year by year into an ever-deepening sense of energies within that really put the physical into what is usually called metaphysical. All the old dualities have been upgraded thanks to Mantak Chia - fire and water at the top of that list - but this additional intuition-in-overdrive remains problematic. I may as well have worded my status of this and that as attention/detention.

In the first couple of entries there's a delight in being able to say whatever I damn well please. All cyber-space newbies must get that high, whether they go by their true identity or not. But as this drama of shadow lives has unfolded I have had to work vigilantly not to be presumptuous in order to satisfy some clever literary humor, but rather to use silence to protect people's dignity, including myself and her husband. I do not visit their websites and I am not on drugs; clearly nobody could hold so much palpable weight in my internal space without her assistance. Silence is the friend to the writer interested in truth as well as the musician interested in rhythm.

Taoism according to Mantak Chia is an excellent place to deal with eternal dualities like yin and yang or life and death. Then there are dialectics conceived totally by the human mind, like the tug between sincerity and irony. This multi-colored weave of meaning and non-meaning threads the fabric of all our modern struggles to make something of life. Mantak teaches refinement of virtues (gentleness, kindness) quite specifically in relation to strengthening organs (kidney, liver) - clearly he represents sincerity, not just in moderation, but to the extreme! Others called to the task of marrying ancient Eastern wisdom to Western ambition have a much harder time not getting tripped up in the ironic. Egos are slippery, they are lined with human oils. Stepping into grace means stepping into grease. That's not a bad thing. I had no idea stepping into grace would mean stepping into greece. I was only trusting a hunch, long before I knew anything about her. I did not expect this hunch - althought it was a big one - to plunge me into such prolonged exile. Whenever I center myself and just breathe, that's when I feel her the most. Which can make me cry. Now I avoid going to yoga classes. Tears are manageable in a home practice.

Waiting for the Rain

I have no more sense of longing, I have only come to doubt
The scenes of love I always dreamed were true
But it's love that keeps me guessing
And love keeps me confessing
That I can't take my mind away from you

Waiting for the Rain
will it ever be the same
in memory and pain
Waiting for the Rain

I was dreaming of an island about a million years ago
Where the women held the fire in their hands
But war they say is endless
And armies are defenseless
Against the limitations in the minds of men

Waiting for the rain, will it ever be the same
In memory and pain, waiting for the rain

When I saw you for the first time I knew I'd not forget
The grace with which you moved across the sand
You're running with your shoes off where the winds have turned to grass
And all I want is to take you by the hand

Love tonight and rain today
If only it could be this way
Deliverance is far away
Patience is the time you pay

Waiting for the rain, will it ever be the same
In memory and pain, waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain, in memory and pain
Will it ever be the same?
Waiting for the Rain


Words and music by John Savlove; published by SaveLove Music (ASCAP)
The chorus and all the music to this song have been in my stack for years, but I didn't get the verses right until Januray 2008. It turned out to be the standout track among a set of piano/vocals recorded November 08 collectively entitled "You Must Be Joking".
For reasons of presentaton, these tracks are only available upon request.

Scalar Waves among the Perils

The problem has to do with an essence that by its very sweetness is expected to be either engulfed and diluted in the corporate sea or left to wither in the marginal irony of anonymous potency.

So if the nature of this blog is to only remain posted while the latter case, far from withering, thrives in the wake of once and future ripples until I am one day too successful to bear the baring of these bearings - ho! ho! - surely for now it must be used to ask aloud the hard personal questions.

They are addressed to a single individual: Does your clairvoyant see the same sky as my clairvoyant? Does your I Ching intertwine with or unravel into nonsense my I Ching? Are the scenes that make up my personal movie so forgettable that this hero is no more than a passing rube in yours, or did you lie for some profound reason?

The answers to these questions make the rest seem simple. Transparency works when you're good as gold. Alchemy works for those with will seeking gold.

more on Inner Music

A week after that last entry I updated the website, paraphrasing what has been written here. It did go on to be a fine year for songwriting - including "Footsoldiers of Love", the brash "My Roman Sky", and finally completing "Now is the Time", started way back in 1986.

I'm hoping that the weight of sheer unverified truth in these words moves me to again update the SaveLove site.

Because the Inner Music has indeed developed over the last year. Supplemental readings from Dane Rudhyar (Tone Magic and the Art of Music) to investigations of how the telepathic process resembles the coherers in wireless technology have all been helpful, but the experience itself is unparalleled in my personal history. Reading just ain't what it used to be. The Inner Music is an extension of all the love and practice put into breathwork, Taoist and Reichian energetic principles, etc., but it is also definitely about being in cahoots with someone - not an alien or a dead person, but, well, someone capable of resonating with me at my frequency. However, even on a blog as untravelled as this one, I'm not willing to declare who I think it is ("think" at this time being an operative word for many feelings, and it's amazing how good most of them are).

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.