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Everything Is Not Lost....The world is magical; we maight get a sense of this after climbing a mountain and looking down on the landscape below, or in the quiet satisfaction at the end of one of those days that has gone right for us. Magic is a doorway through which we step into mystery, wildness and immanence. We live in a world subject to extensive and seemingly, all-embracing systems of social and personal control that continually feed us the lie that we are each alone, helpless and powerless to effect change. Magic is about change. Changing your circumstances so that you strive to live according to a developing sense of personal responsibility; that you can effect change around you if you chose; that we are not helpless cogs in some clockwork universe. All acts of personal or collective liberation are magical acts. Magic leads us into exhilaration and ecstasy; into insight and understanding; into changing ourselves and the world in which we participate. Through magic we may come to explain the possibilities of freedom. I am a magic seeker and I enjoy the company of those willing to explore the possibilities that life can offer.
Intelligent and open minded, relaxed but thoughtful, loyal and well humored. I believe in looking after those that matter the most to me. I'm not particularly interested in much of the falseness that pervades our society ... celebrity doesn't impress me nor does the accumulation of material wealth. If life falls into place I could well see myself living elsewhere, perhaps somewhere rural, abroad where folk still understand the true meaning of community, companionship and our place in nature. For now I make the best of things and enjoy travel, culture, good literature, motorbiking, cooking fabulous grub, walks in the country, making music and being sociable .... it would be nice to meet someone to share all of this with .... someone who understands and would walk the same paths ....

My Interests

Music music music ...... this is the stuff of life; company, good honest social company with friends that mean the world to me; self exploration, travel, My Harley ... anything out of the ordinary, away from the norm, chaos, unpredictability, laughter; the feeling of freedom; anticipation.... the unexpected and tales therein...........

I'd like to meet:

Music:

Zeppelin, Hendrix, Floyd, Hawkwind, Nick Drake, Grateful Dead, Rush,lacuna Coil, Neil Young, Lynard (Thee incomparable) Skynard, Metallica, Nirvana, Chilli Peppers , Frank Zappa, Thin Lizzy, Inkubus Sukkubus, Sabbath, KIngs Of Leon, Queens Of The Stoneage,Perfect Circle, V.A.S.T

Movies:

Jacobs Ladder, The Outlaw Josey Wales, 2001, Donnie Darko, Pale Rider, Unforgiven, Bladerunner, Godfather Trilogy, Wicker Man, Apocolypse Now, High Plains Drifter, The Deerhunter, Pans Labyrinth, Big Lebowski, Sunshine, Event Horizon.........anything that challenges, anything dark, anyhting in anyway unsettling - I do not enjoy films that make me feel comfortable, safe or secure in anyway..

My Blog

Journeys

Today was a wild, wild day .... the wind whipped up the dew and scattered it like crystal laden spray. I wandered far and wide, my familiar by my side and came to a valley where the mud grasped my ank...
Posted by Stretch on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 03:03:00 PST

Lilith

A dry tear forms where once was hope and nothingness sits where pain eloped, awash with fear and frenzied flight .... what harried nightmare dims your sight? That ensures all paths must lead away, tow...
Posted by Stretch on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 02:17:00 PST

The bower

As a child I sat amongst the bowerAnd watched ten crows,Awash the belfry tower...Oh stupid birds who flap and crawStupid birds who toss and fallWho peck and boast in brainless brawlYet man does place ...
Posted by Stretch on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 06:09:00 PST

Tyhe Hermot

Too long now since I heard the words "I care"So much time and now so little anguish ....Was there really something that once was there?Where now exists nought but a memoryProstrate as a fly in a vaseA...
Posted by Stretch on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 04:29:00 PST

Tribe

My town is deathAs winter wraps its ice laden claws around the throats of my "tribe"They scuttle and scurryAnd hide in the depths of self deluded safetyIndividuals where once were men of strengthOnce ...
Posted by Stretch on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:53:00 PST

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one ge...
Posted by Stretch on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 11:22:00 PST

More poetry

..> ..> First Party At Ken Kesey's With Hell's Angels ..> ..> Cool black night thru redwoodscars parked outside in shadebehind the gate, stars dim abovethe ravine, a fire burni...
Posted by Stretch on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:32:00 PST

Chaos Stirs...........

Chaos stirs. Its fragment signs, millinery filigrees, and guttural moans are everywhere -- in the collapsing nation-state, in the ferocious world market, in the damaged matrix of the biosphere, in you...
Posted by Stretch on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 03:53:00 PST

The Garden..........

There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey, And t...
Posted by Stretch on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 06:39:00 PST

A poem

Dark winters eve , an angel breezing through my doorA fire once vanquished burned bright once moreAnd hope burst forth from blackened thornsTurned back the blooded waves that lapped the shoreAn angel...
Posted by Stretch on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:42:00 PST