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By Marc, 14 October 2009
 Click the image to see a larger drawing. This drawing illustrates a passage from Peru: Hell and Back an article by Kira Salak on the National Geographic website. The author describes her experiences during several ayahuasca rituals conducted under shamanic guidance in the Peruvian Amazon. All of the text in the image is taken from the article. I originally came across the article via Arthurmag. By Marc, 13 September 2009
This is the web edition of a large format painted art zine. It is 30 pages long. It’s dimensions are 12.5 inches by 19 inches. The paper is Rising art print. The materials include india ink, gouache, acrylic, watercolour, and Sakura gelly roll ballpoint pens. It was created between June and September 2009.
By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa.And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley.  "I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world." Michael began*,
By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia
The people of the day were concerned. Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael. When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,
By Happy Sleepy, 30 June 2009
From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North AmericaIt was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving.
Michael was afraid. He knew the public would not understand this transformation. He knew how cruel their ignorance could be.
Continue reading… By Happy Sleepy, 29 June 2009
From the Third Book of Mary Michael China, First daughter of Asia
Weakened by radiation and the grim news, the boy said to his father, “Before I die I would like to meet Michael Jackson.” His father knew in his heart that being a man of limited means he would never be able to fulfill such a request. When he left the room he collapsed in tears. In blind desperation the father telephoned Neverland and left this message: “My son is dying of terminal cancer and has only a week to live. His greatest wish is to be able to talk to Michael Jackson.” The message was delivered, and the next day Michael telephoned the boy.
Continue reading… By Happy Sleepy, 19 March 2009
 Supramental descent. Drawing by Marc Ngui. I’ve spent six weeks in Auroville, India, an honest to goodness attempt at a utopian community, a “town where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony above all creeds, all politics and all nationalities. The purpose of Auroville is to realise human unity.” Auroville’s ideals are based on the consciousness evolution ideas of Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950). Aurobindo’s life work is a compelling synthesis of the modern ideas of evolution with Vedantic models of spirituality and existence.
Continue reading… By Marc, 1 February 2009
Totem Pill is a flash animation created for an art show called Sequential Desire. Martin Perna aka Ocote Soul Sounds came for to visit in November 2008 while I was living in rural France, and that’s when the idea to put Totem Pill and the Grand Elixir together was born. By Marc, 12 January 2009
In the fall of 2005, Magda and I decided to sell off most of our possessions and embark on an extended period of travel. The reasons for this were many. Magda had a distinct feeling of being stuck.We had figured out a way to coast through our life as freelance graphic designers/artists. We had developed a well-worn, carefully cultivated, comfortable rut of routine in Toronto. Our combination of skills and our solid network of business contacts and friends assured that we would be able to maintain a subsistence level artist existence in the city, although that year we were getting a bit more in debt every month. Although our apartment and such was comfortable, there was very little social wiggle room and the resulting torpor was upsetting to Magda. This is a very frustrating situation for someone who thrives in a rich environment characterized by rapid changes. Our personal evolution was at a standstill. We needed to shake things up. |
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Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.
Michael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.
There was boy in California, in the city of Los Angeles, who lay dying of cancer. The doctors predicted that he would die in the coming week.