Training/Workshop – Accepting Voices – Fri 31st Mar 2017


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life on the edge of the wormhole…


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I see him all the time…


Lori Anderson talking of Lou Reed…

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“Lou is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met and I think of him all the time and he’s completely inspiring to me. I miss him enormously, but there’s no point in being sad.

I see him all the time, he’s always here, a continued, really powerful presence.

I think a lot of other people feel the same way – because he was such a strong character – that just doesn’t dissipate that quickly.

I just wish I could hear what he would have to say about Trump.

That would be something. ”

 

 

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the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority


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The saving of our world from pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustment of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority.

Martin Luther King Jr.

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Why does my soul feel so bad… Moby


 

moby-soulWhy does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

 

 

 

 

 

Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad Lyrics

by Moby

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors
He’ll open doors

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

Songwriters
RICHARD MELVILLE HALL

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Super Heathen Child – Grinderman [feat. Robert Fripp]


grinderman-heathen-child-video-608x423Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, “I’m scared and lonely”
Sweet little momo says,
“I’m scared and lonely”

 

 

 

“Heathen Child”

Hey little momo
Light as a rainbow,
Heavy as an asteroid
Crashed in the bathtubYeah, sitting in the bathtub
Hair full of her fingers
Hair full of her fingers

Yeah, sitting in the bathtub
Says, “I’m scared and lonely”
Sweet little momo says,
“I’m scared and lonely”

Here come the wolfman
Hey little momo
Saying, “hey little momo”
Saying, “hey little momo”
Sitting in the bathtub

My heathen child
She’s a heathen child
Yeah, she’s a heathen child
Yeah, she’s a real wild child

She got a little powder
She got a little gun
She got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Sucking her thumb

Says, “I don’t care about Buddha
(Don’t) care about Krishna
Don’t care about Allah
Don’t care about anything”
Just sitting in the bathtub,
Sucking her thumb…

Cuz, she’s a heathen child
Yeah, she’s a heathen child
Now, she’s a heathen child
Yeah, she’s a real wild child

(yeah… yeah, come on baby)

Oh, poor little momo
Yeah, paddled and rowed
She’s got a little powder
Got a little gun
Sitting in the bathtub
Having some fun

She was raised by beasts
and grabbed by vultures
Oh, here come the wolfman
The abominable snowman
Got a little poison
Got a little gun
Sitting in her bathtub
Waiting for the wolfman to come

You think your great big husband will protect you, you are wrong
You think your little wife will protect you, you are wrong
You think your children will protect you, you are wrong
You think your government will protect you, you are wrong

She don’t care about Allah
She is the Allah
Don’t care about Buddha
She is the Buddha

Coz, she’s a heathen child
Yeah, she’s a heathen child
She’s a heathen child
She’s a heathen child

(Yeah, someone left the bathtub running
someone left the bathtub running)

 

 

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The diagnostic manual deals in categories, not pain


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TheDSM  [Diagnostic Manual] deals in categories, not pain.

Daniel Siegel

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rage, careful where you point it….


Rage is important, our mind-body-spirit telling us something important is not right.

It is also mighty powerful and let-loose can do a lot of harm.

Thích Nhất Hạnh talks of how anger is like a potato – poisonous if eaten raw- yet if we take time to cook it then it nourishes us,  gives us energy over a sustained period – so we can act in the world. 

If we can notice our rage rising and point where it does less harm – if we make use of the high energy we can feel in our body in some way, like go for a rum a brisk walk, punch a bag- essentially move our body using up the burst of energy we can give ourselves space to more fully understand what our rage is saying to us.

Then we can clear a path to focus on doing what we can do what needs done to change what needs to be changed.

And powerful the memory of the rage helps us remember why we’re doing it .

Scott, eventually learns to handle his power and uses it as cyclops.

Since humans began telling stories, the stories we tell limit us or enable us. 

Potatoes or mutant superpowers, each story alone is more useful than that told by purveyors of the old chestnut, the great egregious myth of “chemical imbalance” – the one they say they never did tell – and yet still do.

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me myself and i – de la soul


mirror mirror
on the wall…

 

 

Lyrics

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La clothes
Or is it just my De La song?
What I do ain’t make-believe
People say I sit and try
But when it comes to being De La
It’s just me myself and I

It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I

Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacles
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No, we’re not, that’s pure Plug bull
Always pushing that we’ve formed an image
There’s no need to lie
When it comes to being Plug One
It’s just me myself and I

It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I

Proud, I’m proud of what I am
Poems I speak are Plug Two type
Please oh please let Plug Two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the Soul, De La that is,
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De La Soul is from the soul
And this fact I can’t deny
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie
And from me myself and I

It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory for Plugs One and Two
But that glory’s been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating I’m darkly pack
I know this so I point at Q-Tip
And he states, ‘Black is Black’
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So I don’t get in aftermath
But if I do I’ll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of July
‘Cause they tried to mess with
Third degree, that’s me myself and I

It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I
It’s just me myself and I

Written by Mila Mason, Tony Martin
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Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad


Fried ice cream is a reality!
Fried ice cream is a reality!
Fried ice cream is a reality!

Fried ice cream is a reality!

 

The world is a toll-free toilet
Our mouths neurological assholes
And psychologically speaking
We’re in a state of mental diarrhea
Talking shit a mile a minute
Or in a state of constipated notions
Can’t think of nothin’ but shit
And in this world of
Stinky futures, shitty memories and
Constipated 19 now-nows
Emerges from the hiney of your head
The doo doo chasers
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The prune juice of the mind
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long word again-Promental?)

A musical bowel movement
Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bullshit
Crazy doo doo
Mental poots
(What was that again?)

They call us the unflushables
One swipe a clean wipe
(Go flush it, fellas)

And what causes all of this shit?
What is the source of food for thought?
Ego-munchin’
Religious doggie bags
A My burger with I sauce on it
A Me burger with I sauce on it
A myself sandwich
A personal burger
A me Hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Music to clean your shit by

Low calorie logic
Muscle brains
Skinny brains

Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius say
Like Chinese laxatives
Sweet and sour bowel movements
And in this world of stinking memories
Stankin memories
Shitty futures
19 now nows-constipated-like
Emerges the Doo Doo Chasers
The prune juice of the mind
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
Bringing you music to get your shit together by

Funk, the P-Preparation
The prune juice of the mind
A mental, musical bowel movement
Groove-lax
One swipe, clean wipe
And with no extra charge
A psychological turd remover
A neurological enema
Holy Shit
(let me try one-crap)
Coprolites
Prehistoric doo doo
Helping you get your shit together

Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal
We bring you the Doo Doo Chasers
(Which one is George Clinton?)
Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again
The fear of being eaten by a sandwich
Lunchville
Where lunch is a nice time of day
At least twice a week

And fried Ice Cream is a reality

(Which one is George Clinton?)

Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Guess who’s coming to lunch
I’m not gonna pay for this lunch, man!

Fried Ice Cream is a reality!
Fried Ice Cream is a reality!
Fried Ice Cream is a reality!

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