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Steve Jobs’ Last Gift

Posted in esoterica, reading, tech with tags , , on November 3, 2011 by darcyarts

“Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh wow”.

These were Steve Jobs’ last words.

It has to be my favorite quote of the decade. Can you imagine what he was seeing?

My husband, Frank, brought me that news knowing how much I would like it. I have been collecting scraps of  “evidence” about the passage between worlds most of my life. It’s very much like my very own giant ball of twine composed of every loose string I ever encountered. It is the treasure of my heart/mind.

Two stories from the Washington Post: Brad Hirschfield and Hayley Tsukayama.

Here is a page on Dr. Melvin Morse from the NDE site. Interesting information from neuroscientist, Andrew Newberg, too.


Bitchy Giggles

Posted in cute, family, film, photos, reading with tags , , , on October 21, 2011 by darcyarts

Egad! It seems that  a childhood illness I once suffered may have made a late-life return. The doctors agree that it looks like tuberculosis. That is the good news, assuming that we can agree, TB is preferable to the big C.

This is the point in my once workaholic creative life where I am trying to convince myself that slowing down is not so very awful.

So I’m fiercely independent. So I can’t sit still. I’m a doer. I do have a  list of tasks that constantly self-generates.

I’m wracked with maker-guilt at the measly amount of blog posts I’ve managed this month but my body demands that I take a frickin’ break.

I spent the summer arguing with myself about when I was going to chill. I planned long hours of peaceful reflection, film viewing, hours of devouring all the unread books I’ve got stashed but his leopard is finding it nearly impossible to change it’s spots.

I am impatient with myself. Work and care taking happen a little bit at a time and that will have to be okay.  I will get better at knowing my limits.

And now for the giggles (gifts from my daughter ♥):

Shop, Garden, Crush

Posted in film, finds, food, reading, shopping with tags , , on June 23, 2011 by darcyarts

This morning was dedicated to laying in supplies. The frequency with which this must be done is mind boggling.

I went out early in order to avoid the heat.

Target and Trader Joe’s had pretty much everything we needed including a new garden hose. I was done with the bulk of the task in just over an hour.

One of my stops, actually a monthly treat, was Barnes and Noble to pick up Mojo magazine and The Hollywood Reporter.

I quickly realized the magazines had been rearranged. In the place where I usually find the music mags was a large collection of comic books. That is pretty cool.

Two whole sections are dedicated to, comics, fantasy items, sci-fi, tattoo mags, magazines about music and film and lots and lots of shiny covered heavily pictorial publications on marijuana. I think it’s fair to say that the heads are making their dollars felt.

Intelligent Universe

Posted in esoterica, Mind Power, reading with tags , , , on September 16, 2010 by darcyarts

Fantastic things are in the atmosphere all the time. One just has to tune in to them.

I am  finding the Stanislov Grof book, When the Impossible Happens, fascinating. It is like a book full of short stories, recollections of instances of synchronicity, a retelling of the interplay between human consciousness and a living, responsive, humorous universal energy.


I read Carl Jung early. I was drawn to his autobiography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections. It was my first serious encounter with this idea of an intelligent universe interacting with humans. That notion is powerful — that everything “out there” is aware of and responds to everything in here, in me, in my consciousness.

We are all connected to the totality, the whole of all experience, all thought and all possibility. Time is a mind game.

As I’ve drifted though life I have noticed that certain things, seemingly insignificant, stand out, like quiet, mysterious little sign posts on the long road.

Bob said “Take what you have gathered from coincidence.”

Some say the little sign posts on the roadside are like nods of approval to let you know you are on the right road.

Sometimes, I think, they can be jokey, affectionate pokes. Like the universe saying “Your still driving and all cosmic laughing eyes are on you.”

I think we take the really serious ones, the encounters that come like a ghost jumping out into the road, waving arms and flagging us down. We see them as an invasion into what we have imagined is a safe, closed world. These encounters set off our fight or flight response. I think we handle them differently if/when we understand that they come from inside us.

Our perception of phenomena as friendly encounter or  threatening invasion makes all the difference. At the moment just before we intersect with that seemingly external element we can see a butterfly or a brick coming toward our windshield. Fear forms the brick. Love/acceptance transforms the oncoming entity into a butterfly.

This is how the ancients say we may surf the psychic realms. We can let all those  unexpected, ghosty figments/forms float through the psychic space we occupy, flow right through us.

 When we attempt to bat them away or grab them and wrestle them to the ground they only grow larger and feel more threatening. It’s just our shadow waving.

No matter how threatening a thing may seem at first glance,  we can expect butterflies.

From the deep, dark mine of our psyche we can unearth the most brilliant jewels. The intelligent universe is a benevolent mine owner with our safety and spiritual prosperity eternally in mind.


Posted in family, reading, socialization with tags , , , , , on August 31, 2010 by darcyarts

If you can think for yourself, are passionate about questioning assumptions and open to a bit of subversion read this book! Here is your chance to have your mind opened if you will allow it.
Gilbert gives herself to the conundrum of commitment as only a very bright questioner of authority could. She gamely challenges her own nagging doubts about the institution of marriage. She explores the twisted route (or roots) of its transformation, and maps its frequent changes over the last few centuries.
If you are perfectly comfortable following the prescribed societal routines, if you are deep-fried in any kind of fundamentalist religious beliefs and opposed to discovering historical context that might rattle your adamantine notions, if you expect this book to sing the praises of the bloated undertaking that is currently assumed to fulfill all a girl’s princess-shaped fantasies, go elsewhere.

That’s the Amazon review I wrote this morning for Elizabeth Gilbert’s Committed: A Sceptic Makes Peace with Marriage. I was irritated by reviews obviously written by a.) People who were pissed that this book wasn’t Eat, Pray, Love 2 or b.) jealous academicians who wished they could have gone to Italy,India and Bali, met a beautiful Brazilian man and had to research marriage before doing the deed with their passionate lover.

Come on, haters! Open your hearts. Go buy a buddha at Two Buttons Import meditate, chill. Let go of your anger.

Getting what you want in life does have something to do with surrendering your lame fear-based plans, opening up to what life/god/providence will offer if you can let go of your assumptions, see the real thing and grab it.

LGBT friends, this book is full of good information that may potentially correct the mind of fundamentalist-blind or uninformed anti-gay marriage folks to whom you may be related in some way.

Excerpt from committed after Gilbert has realized people have always created the secreted, loving  unions they need and want  inspite of what the man says in recognizable in the name of the state, law, or religion.

pg. 264 — “It is not we as individuals, then, who must bend uncomfortably around the institution of marriage; rather, it is the institution of marriage that has to bend uncomfortably around us. Because “they” (the-powers-that-be) have never been entirely able to stop “us” (two people). from connecting our lives together and creating a secret world of our own. And so “they” eventually have no choice but to legally permit “us” to marry, in some shape or form, no matter how restrictive their ordinances may appear. The government hops along behind its people, struggling to keep up, desperately and belatedly (and often ineffectually and even comically) creating rules and mores around something we were always going to do anyhow, like it or not.”

Paste Does the Homer Drool

Posted in constructions, cute, etsy, reading with tags , , on August 5, 2010 by darcyarts

It’s been all about work this week as I barely kept up with orders in my Etsy shop. A quick check of  DarcyArts stats on Google Analytics and it was clear what had caused this great influx of buyers.

DarcyArts was featured in Paste magazine’s online version! I can’t tell you how proud I am to have my first magazine hook up be a music and culture mag!!! It’s my good rock  ‘n’ roll karma. ♥

Always Looking For It

Posted in esoterica, reading with tags , , on June 5, 2010 by darcyarts

Elizabeth Gilbert’s  description of getting  “there” from Eat, Pray, Love:

“So now I have found out. And I don’t want to say that what I experienced that Thursday afternoon in India was indescribable, even though it was. I’ll try to explain anyway. Simply put, I got pulled through the wormhole of the Absolute, and in that rush I suddenly understood the workingsof the universe completely. I left my body, I left the room, I left the planet, I stepped through time and I entered the void. I was inside the void and I also was the void and I was looking at the void, all at the same time. The void was a limitless place of peace and wisdom. The void was conscious and it was intelligent.The void was God, which means i was inside God. But not in a gross physical was — not like Liz Gilbert was stuck inside a chunk of God’s thigh muscle. I was just part of God. In addition to being God, I was both a tiny piece of the universe and exactly the same size as the universe.(“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop,” wrote the sage Kabir — and i can personally attest now that this is true.)”