There are phases we go through.
A version of ourselves that sees a little muddy rubble.
And when it’s behind we want to forget we had to dig out.
In such a time I performed my first solo set with guitar. And it became my first low-tech album. It was before low-tech albums were cool and it was a phase ago.
The gig was in a swanky little venue in Vancouver, Canada called Crush, and I didn’t know it was being recorded. I was in the zone. Back then I was often in the zone, and not always the good kind. I’m sure I offended more than a handful of friends as the empress of social awkwardness.
I had lived in a cult. And I had left. It tends to produce a different kind of social skill set and a unique way to looking at the world. It makes you stand outside and watch inside at actors going through lines, one player trying to persuade another for the benefit of the first player, but you’re not really being a part of it. You are watching the world but you’re not attached to things. You see your own things taken so you stop thinking of accumulating. You see the world from outside. You see that a world is not ‘the’ world. The only thing that makes us believe we are in a world is the fact that all of us together have agreed that it is. We can see actors react to fear and greed. And we can leave though some don’t know they can. But sometimes if you leave you lose the whole world in order to do so. In a good way. Reality is like that — a world is not ‘the’ world.
Interest in gold, power imbalance and empires rising and falling came from that time. I saw up close an empire rise and fall and wanted to know why. I wanted to know why people trust, or believe stories declared by those who are yelling morality and whispering private backroom deals.
I witnessed a coup d’etat done by deception. Orwell predicted we would be watched and ruled, but Huxley may have had it right that there is more power in making those ruled believe they want something that in fact harms them, to follow an internal police, to be so distracted and afraid of a story that they miss the whispers. Or miss the clause that says they can leave.
I write about empires large and small. About communication and how deception uses yelling and whispering.
Communication is an idea formed into a message that is encoded, passed through a medium (with the plural form of a medium called media), and decoded by the listener. Words are a medium as is music. Money is a medium for an idea of value, but that’s for another time.
Mainstream media yells its messages to conform to a code of conduct around the clock, making it hard to decode back-room banker passes or science passes or technology passes. Facts are covered by loud stories.
I’ve heard that kind of voice. I’ve seen the effect.
If “everyone” is re-telling the same story it is hard to tell anyone that you see something different. You are shunned. Your social status becomes non-existence and you can feel that you have ceased to exist.
Like a wheel turns a wagon on a dirt road, we can sit on the rim in the sunshine when we’re at the top, but as the wheel is moving we have to move too. If we don’t move then we’ll ride it all the way down into a muddy rubble.
Eating mud is embarrassing and the world you left will believe you deserved it. But it passes. And then you see someone else go over the same edge and you feel for them. You want to call out so they’ll wake up and get off the rim. And when they can’t hear you and they hit the earth hard you want them to know that time passes, the wheel is still turning, and small things can be done while the mud dries.
The sun rises again. Remember.
Everyone. You. Me. Everyone is on the wheel. Some visitors here on this site are powerful executives, business owners, artists, homemakers, salespeople, young adults, those pressing the reset button after losing it all. We all go around and we all see a little mud.
Some stay on the rim and some go to the hub for a while before it all hits. There is not centrifugal force at the center of the wheel. And then the wheel turns and we see bright sunshine and beautiful things.
The world is about to enter a very large falling over the edge on a macro level.
A world sized wheel. World sized muddy rubble.
So much deception and so much theft. So many geopolitical favours owed. So much deceptive yelling.
Many are preparing financially to move to their own hub and lay low for the next rise. Even large hedge funds are getting out, holding cash, and laying low. That’s what the 3 Minute Gold News is about. It’s not a gold bug thing or a doom thing. It’s the next economic spring, a heads up for a Macro winter after seeing a personal Micro one and its effects. It’s hope for when the hard economic winter hits. Personally and socially. Micro and Macro. Just hang out in the hub for a while.
When people yell about how great things are, be aware of who benefits if people listen.
A golden age is coming with new technology. I cover these topics in music and in this blog. LENR and torsion and stem cells and harnessing the sun and space travel. The ones with the power are jostling for their place before new technology is released to the masses and we see who wins. It’s the game of Coins and Crowns. Trade deals and financial clearing systems. Lots of yelling and lots of whispering. The corporation is the new nation. So much deception to try to win power.
A lot of bumping is going on and a lot more bumping is to come.
I’m looking back.
And here is my first album in my discography called Solo > Live @ Crush. It’s available on iTunes with one cover, and there’s a CD format with a lyric booklet with another cover, beautifully made by designer Terry VanRoon, if you can find it in a Vancouver shop.
I’m in a remote town for the summer along the B.C. Gold Rush Trail. The glass and gold art is coming along. New research and songs are partly done. I haven’t taken my guitar outside yet — I’m working from the inside out.
My office overlooks the remains of a native pit house which overlooks a remote lake. Deer and eagles visit. An eagle swooped down on the lake to try and take a tiny duckling from its parents the other day. Butterflies have parties. The deer I see most days are getting used to seeing me.
And the wild strawberries are ripening on the mountain. I had to climb to find them.
They grew from a muddy rubble.
I ate my first wild strawberry on a sunny day last week.
Preparing for the Fall, is a live solo album available on iTunes and includes the singles Wag the Dog, Black Swan Dive, Miss American Pie and The Gods of the Copybook Headings.
Wag the Dog (Drums of War and Backroom Banker Passes)
words and music Elaine Diane Taylor
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from the album Preparing for the Fall available on iTunes
Coins and Crowns
words and music Elaine Diane Taylor
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from the album Coins and Crowns
Another Week on Wall Street (Naked Short Selling and Fiat Currency)
words and music Elaine Diane Taylor
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from the album Coins and Crowns available on iTunes