Blue Train – John Coltrane (Full Album)

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As it is Jazz appreciation month, here’s to one of the most glorious elixirs that each time setting foot in my home – after experiencing racial animus in it myriad manifestations – takes me higher. Jazz is that one language, indeed, the only idiom capable of absolving the bile of being subjected to the ugliness that is the racial predator’s birthright.

Of course, like all addicts: drunks, crackheads, sexual predators – the racial predator does not self-identify and, like all addicts, is ever in denial and will angrily maintain his right to deny that there is a problem. So, since the racial predator does not exist; yet, for those of us for whom the racial predator is as real as the drunk, why wait for these marvellous boors to self-identify? There is power in labelling a problem for what it is and until one has a name for a malaise of spirit, one has no power because the well-armed and socio-economic top-baboon will always laugh his vacuous skull off whilst alleging one is crazy for stating there is a problem when there is not even a name for this non-existent problematic entity and speciously imaginary the racial predator.

Naturally, the one addiction – without fail – of the racial predator is ever his obsession with the culture of the prey he so loves feasting on. The most powerful word for the racial predator when dealing with Blacks is ‘NO’ in all its manifestations… and then, of course, you expect us to come home and settle for your apeing the culture because well… you can like that authentic-sounding sonic bleed-through from that queer parallel universe where Jazz allegedly has its roots in Klezmer… NO! Life is about callously being unpromising in one’s truth… and as has been oft declared – if you can’t sing Strange Fruit sorry, not having it.

This music is a testament to the spirit of a people who, despite the racial predator’s obsessive addiction, remains free, beautiful and ever soaring higher… Goodness, how could you ever fathom the depth and beauty of this music when you remain incapable of accepting and embracing our humanity…. your humanity?

John Coltrane’s Michael Overleaves to follow… breathe.

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Two Men In the Studio.

21.03.201607.12.2024 Arvin da BrghaLeave a comment

Oil on Canvas

185.4 x 120.7 cm

1987-1989 Lucian Freud

Masterful.

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If only I had begun audiocassette-recording the dreams on awaking prior to February 1989. In mid-1987, I had the most lucidly awakened dream encounter with the artist, Lucian Freud. I had been in a flying dream and instinctively knew that I was in London. On alighting, I moved through a woodsy artist studio and found there the artist himself.

To better absorb his process, I had rendered myself invisible and remained in a corner whilst onlooking. Without a doubt, I had dreamquested to a session for which both men – the subjects of this canvas – sat for this painting. Of course, at the time, I was then a muse and lover to master printmaker and painter, George Hawken. This was an immensely fulfilling time in my life; it was also rather adventurous as I was then quite happily ensconced in my relationship with Merlin.

Suspecting that he was ill with AIDS, Merlin had long canned our physical relationship. Since I was in my 20s and one of my three primary needs is adventure, I most unashamedly roamed and salaciously ploughed the town. Along with Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud’s masterful work has always fascinated me. Not surprised then was I to have recently discovered that the trigger for that 1987 dream was the fact that we are entity mates.

Here’s to you and as ever sweet dreams and thanks for your ongoing support.

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Beyoncé Slays!

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Just as powerful as Michael Jackson releasing “Remember The Time” during Black History Month in 1992 so, too, Beyoncé slays by dropping Formation during Black History Month and on Bob Nesta Marley’s birthday no less. Love it… Love her!

Happy Black History Month!

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On The Sunny Side of The Street, It’s Black History Month!

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Happy Black History Month! Who cares about the Oscars? The most important point of power in all situations is being able to see through to the structure of anything. Those who cannot manipulate real time events to show themselves, chosen, entitled, special, ‘genius’ and all that nonsense will ever cheat, lie and steal. Please do tell in in what other universe would there be a tie between Katherine Hepburn and Barbra Streisand for Best Actress but in this one where the most venal racists run the show and everyone looks like another variation on Jackie ‘blasted god-fugly’ Stallone.

Go on, give each other awards; what does it finally matter when you know nothing of being cool and sophisticated as in those whom you so revile, vilify, loathe, incite others to hate – all the while crying of being victimised. You know… those marvellous people whose spirit you will never crush, despite the attempts of Orly Taitz and the returned de Torquemada – now no less fugly got up in reincarnational drag – Jackson, Woods and Cosby and you just know that the swine has only just begun. They, those marvellous people, who like dreams – wherein only truth and beauty exist – are the ones to have invented Jazz and whose spirit will never be eclipsed by your god-fugly ugliness. Yes, them… they who don’t need awards to show how special, chosen and what marvellous geniuses one so over-compensatorily is not!

Alas, for the truly marvellous people every day of the year is awards season; despite your alarming ugliness, you have positively no power over any of us when we set feet into our homes. There, despite your lunacy, we affirm our creaturehood, our beauty or phenomenalness and we turn on some Jazz which can speak to no one else as it speaks to every last one of us – not you! So while you infest the culture, like some fetid mould – which thankfully are never lasting – just know that the ugliness of your lies can in no way invalidate the beauty of Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Betty Carter, Lena Horne, Anita Baker, Sarah Vaughan, Diana Ross, Natalie Cole… and countless others.

So go on and speciously raise your rear right leg and take to the airwaves claiming, “Jazz has its roots in Klezmer!” Just remember this: forgiveness is the price a damn fool would gladly pay to forget anything. Clearly, you do not know Black people and come November, we won’t collectively have taken leave of senses and do as you would wish… not after Orly… Who cares about the Oscar vote? Our vote is the one that truly matters… Remember eight years ago… “I’m Voting For Her!” We do not forget… where is that displaced haus frau anyway? You know, the one who was partout on TV demanding that the unchosen sheeple, “Vote For Hillary!” followed by that demented laugh of hers… perhaps, she is too distracted these days trying to recall with which hand she ate last night.

Truly empowered are they who always say what the fuck they mean and never leave any doubt as to their resolve.

Incidentally, all the Jazz artists mentioned in this blog, I have to date done their Michael Overleaves. Some are listed in the Michael Overleaves Appendix page those which aren’t were only recently channelled; they are… Natalie Cole, Anita Baker and Lena Horne. Not in the least surprised was I to have found that Natalie Cole is an entity mate. Every time I hear her voice, I am instantaneously catapulted to a groove that I can only call a soul high… So then here are her Michael Overleaves with one of my favourite video performances of hers. Every idiosyncrasy of hers resonates to the very core of my being… God she could represent!

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*Richard is New York City academician whom Merlin met during the final couple of years of his life. This man had the most uncanny resemblance energetically to Merlin and I only met him a week after Merlin’s passing as he ventured to Toronto; he had previously planned to, to bid Merlin farewell. Alas, unlike Joe Morton who flew in from Los Angeles for 24 hours to be with Merlin, Richard had been too late but came nonetheless; the gesture was truly noble of spirit and was greatly appreciated.

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Redux: HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent.

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Oil on Canvas

99 x 85 cm

Provenance: Library and Museum of Freemasonry, London, England

Without doubt, the most fascinating member of the House of Windsor in the 20th Century.

And now for a little All Hallow’s Eve yarn-spinning:

Forget about HM King Edward VIII and HRH Diana, Princess of Wales; although, what with his interrupted life at 39, and Diana’s at 36, it may well be that HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent was reincarnated as Diana, Princess of Wales. An interrupted lifetime is always followed by another shortened lifetime – a tying up of loose-ends incarnation.

Certainly, there is matching charismatic charm that HRH Diana, Princess of Wales (2nd level mature artisan soul) bears to HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent. Why was HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent when he violently died in a plane crash in Scotland handcuffed to a briefcase full of Krona?

HRH Diana, Princess of Wales died violently involved with a lover of foreign nationality/currency. Alas, this Hallow’s Eve, it would do good to remember that both HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent and HRH Diana, Princess of Wales’s deaths betray some degree of foul play.

If, indeed, this is actually true, it would mark that soul having been a member of the House of Windsor in consecutive lifetimes without ever becoming monarch, though, in both cases, was well within line to have become monarch.

Sweet and blissful dreams to the astral bodies – which survives reincarnations and endures across time; thus making it possible to have access to past-life arcana – of them both… and all of us who have ever lived for that matter.

Queer isn’t it – and there are no coincidences – Diana’s stepmother, Raine Spencer was – according to her mother, novelist, Barbara Cartland her lovechild with HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent, who was also said to have parented Michael Canfield, first husband of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis’ (young soul sage) sister, Lee Radziwill. Truth be told, the Raine/HRH Diana, Princess of Wales connection is most intriguing.

Of course, outdoing both HM King Edward VIII and HRH Diana, Princess of Wales, HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent was the lover of Noël Coward. Now that… was a rich life in full and definitely he was possessed of a goal of Growth.

I have always loved this portrait; look at the power and elegance in his hands. I also happen to think that he is the most handsome male to have been born to the House of Windsor in the 20th Century – his grandson, James Ogilvy running a close second!

I wish that someone had penned a really juicy biography of this truly fascinating man… Was he a spy? Was he put to death and why the briefcase full of Krona? Intriguing!

Perhaps, someday, Lady Colin Campbell – whose Empress Bianca I paid a handsome fortune to acquire at the time that it was pulped – will use her skilled pen to paint a rich portrait of HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent.

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Since having penned this blog. so much has transpired and I certainly don’t hold the same opinions of most persons associated with this blog. For one, Lady Colin Campbell’s pen is not skilled and as there is no such thing as a royal expert, she is a damn fraud. I might also add that there isn’t a minor royal who would consider this testicled freak fit to wipe clean their toilet bowl with her tongue, let alone discuss anything with her.

20/12/1902 (Tiger) HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent 2.5.8 = 6

Prince George, Duke of Kent was, of course, a classic example of 2 & 5 present in the makeup of a senior royal. 2’s fluidity resulted in George’s ongoing love affair with Noel Coward and that 5 also brought with it excess, indulgence and infamy. George had a drug problem and his flagrant homosexuality was a source of embarrassment for the BRF and as that 8 is third-placed, just like that he went flying into a mountain… murdered and lost his fortune. Interestingly enough, this Prince George also has three numbers in common with the current Prince George. Clearly, for his homoerotic affairs and drug problems, HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent was bumped off – he was too high profile a royal to be stumbling drunk from pubs and being caught romping with some random hung stud in the woods.

22/7/2013 (Snake) HRH Prince George of Cambridge 4.2.8 = 5

As ever, life is like a flying dream, if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul.

Category: Mature souls

Blue Train – John Coltrane (Full Album)

Two Men In the Studio.

Beyoncé Slays!

On The Sunny Side of The Street, It’s Black History Month!

Redux: HRH Prince George, Duke of Kent.