I want to set the record right. When Niall MacMhuirich died in 1726, the bardic order did not become extinct in Scotland. Oh, sure their presence were no longer needed at Court. And maybe thereabouts is whence the term "singing for your supper" came into being. What a fall from the heights of paradise for bards!
Yet the tradition has always continued backwards and forwards in time.
So maybe that's when and where Awen Mihir Currie comes into this picture, or more accurrately the frame (the picture's much Bigger) I call my life.
Not too many blue moons ago, I replied back to a friend that now feels more like an online avatar since we haven't seen each other in this dimension in a very long time:
there are many that roam the earth
in these epic times
we are the Stars of the epic
I started to write a [10-minute] play with you as
my inspiration called "Where Angels Fear to Tread"
and then I quit writing because I realized
I might write the future into existence
something felt true about it
I'd fast-forwarded to time maybe 2011
and your character collaborating with dolphins & whale
to record their song
for a musical score or something like that
& then you started to understand their tonal
language because it is like singing and star languages
and they warned you about a quake
to come in bay area, and we do have time to warn people
just before the quake
there is a superconductivity like after a crop
circle, and there is an information charge, magnetic?
i quit writing, too true
and we both have a flair for the
(look at your life, stuff of movie
these are going to be epic times, the reason
you were born on this plane at this time
is upon you - the pressure you feel is like
the pressure you felt in the birth canal before
you came into this world, something wants
to be born, allow your destiny
many angels roam the earth at this time,
but not all of them, appear as you'd
myself am muse-magician-mystery
more sorceress than saint
past lives include temple prostitute,
too - not all self-aggrandizing holy angelic
tho truth is Every blooming thing holy
i found my peoples in nola
gypsies & Geminis
time travellers & tinkerers
wizards & wandering bards
carny kid & crystalline child
dakinis & dragons
when my Powers [not 'mine' or anyone's; omnipotence ] started growing
i would magnetize my thoughts accidentally
magnetism & creativity go hand and hand
planets and Sun increasing in both fields
tho physics NOT my subject nevermind that I
have electrical engineering diploma -
i kinetically feel this
anyhow, i would magnetize thoughts into
so that if i was feeling guilty bout anything
whatsoever, unrelated too, or
even not having an up-to-date registration
on my car, I guarantee you I would be
pulled over by a police officer
over & over & over in the same week
different officers - finally started dawning
on me that something was up
(i gave up driving too, as wanderers and wonderers
are wont to do eventually)
your Creative powers trump mine, I suspect
they are there for a reason O musician-magician
nothing to worry about, plenty to glory about
your friend at your service whenever wherever,
You may ask if Awen is real. I have a different sense of reality than the average person. So does my clan.
Yet even in the flesh, they still don't exist to most people.
They are not represented in The New York Times, Vogue magazine, or even Live Journal. A lot of them when seen, seem as drifters and dilettantes. Surface appearances.
Awen is an ambassador of sorts for these clanfolk. A composite character of my soul family. I'm the bridger of the bunch. One foot precariously perched in both worlds.
Why Awen came online when he did he shall reveal soon enough. There is a little bit of urgency. You see August 28th is a lunar eclipse. September 11th a solar eclipse. And September 14th...but I'm getting ahead of myself. He's still fleshing out online. Twitter is easiest for him to update - twitter.com/awen8. And since all stories happen in turning point moments, it may connect you more intimately with the day to day.
You definitely should check the Twitter "with friends" too. Everything happens in the mirror of relations, after all.
The blog (as is) isn't going to work. Tumblr's great for someone that's hypercreative (used to be diagnosed as a disorder called A.D.H.D. back in 2007; can you imagine!?), but ughhh! it really needs comments. So Awen's is yet another abandoned blog. (Maybe I'll let him piggyback on my Typepad Pro account?)
The MySpace page, myspace.com/revelocean, for his sound (band doesn't quite capture) is just a start. There he says:
A friend told me that you don't "exist" until you have an online identity. Well, I don't really believe that as I meet plenty of peeps that are off the radar so to speak. I see them at the BART station, pushing a cart of jangling cans and clinking bottles, watching the whales off the coast, squatting at the top of city hills and abandoned warehouses, and travelling the highways and biways of this fine country. We exist all right.
Wink: Hmmmm, how about Alchemical Reality Game?
Art Yoshitaka Amano's Iris; many bards were seers, fortune-telling nomads as child too... Yoshitaka Amano's "Miraishi-tachi" - The Future Foreseeing; Awen looks a little like Yoshitaka Amano's Lord of Dreams.