Be there or be square my friends Wizzzmo
I'm the world's 2nd worst procrastinator, I'm not fighting you for the first spot, that's yours. But if you want to help us celebrate our grammed opening of our store in cyberville, you better make plans to be at Alberta St. May 29th and that's tomorrow. It's time for last Thursday, it's here. Our stroll down the center of the street will begin around 6;30 pm. Come join in the festivities, featuring sexy voodoo goddesses, giant bubble blowing, fireballs, masks, walking sticks, drums and Wizzzmo's newly acquired serpent staff, rescued from an ancient abandoned lair in a place that time forgot. Don't miss this artful spectacle, that I have been waiting to unveil. See you tomorrow my friends and don't procrastinate, you know who you are.
Be there or be square my friends Wizzzmo
While spending all my summers up in Brewster, I seemed to get into allot of harmless mischief. I don't know if it was who I was hanging out with, or who was hanging out with me, that was the influence that ruled the tides. Whoever it was don't even matter, but this time, it was my friend Chicky.
On this particular summer day we were cruising the neighborhood around Lake View Manor, a section of the lake where we all met, played music and went swimming. The road dead ended not too far down from the clubhouse, in heavy swampland, where nobody ever went. The only people you would normally see down there, were usually the numbered few, that lived down the dead end road. It was getting dark, just toward the tail end of dusk, when we drove by what seemed to be two young lovers making out in a car. They also had Connecticut license plates. They were in strange territory and we were just the rascals to mess with there heads. I had recently been having a great time terrorizing different victims with my red cop light, that had a suction cup on the bottom of it, so as it could stick to my roof. We knew that we would be able to scare the crap out of them, if we came down the dusky road with all lights flashing, so that's what we did. We came to an abrupt stop and proceeded to approach the two innocent victims. They thought they were in trouble, as they remained frozen in there car. The front window was open and I was the first to approach the young couple. I said in a deeper than normal authoritative voice, "you know that your not allowed to be here and that your parked illegally in a no parking zone?" Me and Chicky could hardly hold back our laughter, while these two kids were taking us seriously and thinking they were in deep shit. We didn't even come close to resembling cops. In fact we were giggling so much, that to my surprise, when I figured that they had to know by now, that we were joking, I stuck out my hand, in a give me skin opened palm position, but instead of getting a slap on the palm, the guy said nervously, while shaking, "Da, do you wa want my license?" Holy smoke! This guy started fumbling around, trying to find his wallet. This was way more than we had hoped for and started laughing our asses off, totally out of control. We then went back to my car and sped off, up the road and out of sight. We couldn't stop laughing, my ribs were hurting, from laughing so hard. Two pranksters getting more than they could have imagined. What a gas being young and carefree and a little mischievous too, I guess.
Stay young my friends Wizzzmo
How odd of a commodity
can a disasteroid be
While dashing through space
towards it's destiny?
How well is time framed
in that picture on your wall?
When it seems about time
for that picture to fall
Are you but an infant
in your own infantry?
Will someone catch you
when you let go of me?
Are you trying to be the doctor
of your own documentary?
Will you come to surmise
that your eyes
sight of me?
For your darkness
the light of me
So like a boomerang
I'm cast out
And as I wizzz
past the stars
I will yearn to be...free!...
Stay creative my friends Wizzzmo
I was just thinking deeply into a kush enhanced idea earlier. Check this out. I-phones are rectangular and do not fit the structure of the human hand comfortably, not enough for my hand. Dropping them is too common, due to the shape of what they feel is right for you, the public. Well........, I beg to differ with these giant corporations, I think the I-Phone, should be shaped like an eye. My eye, your eye, I-eye yi yi. You know. It would fit your hand more naturally than the old rectangular phone. It would make the clumsy phones we have now obsolete. It would have a perfect marketing name, that would make this phone's sales skyrocket beyond our galaxy. It would monopolize all sales on this planet. It's.,;,',;,.,;',;,.,;,',;,.,;,',;,.,;,',;,.,; THE EYE-PHONE ! Well........,whata you think? Do the eyes have it?
Good night my friends Wizzzmo
I've seen a lot of fantastic and unusual things in my life, but this nighttime display of light on water was one for the books.
I was attending a barter fair up in N.E. Washington, above Spokane, in a beautiful and majestic setting, just right where the Columbia River enters the U.S.A. on the Canadian border. This barter fair was known as the Northport Barter Fair. I was a regular at this yearly event, which took place on the first or second weekend of October every fall and I was also in charge of the music and entertainment this year. The rains were dowsing the meadow and plateau, which was full of vendors trying to make trades and hopefully get some cash, to at least cover their expenses for gas and food. Everybody was hunkering down waiting for the torrential rain to subside. The rain had been falling for many hours and was putting a real damper on this long awaited event. It was about one o'clock in the morning and mostly everyone was crashed and snoring zzzzz's in dreamland. I was wide awake with some fairgoers, playing guitar and stoning out on some good harvest buds, when the massive wall of water, we had been dealing with for most of the day, abruptly stopped. I watched this water wall go across the open range, where everyone resided in makeshift structures, tents and teepee's. The multi-ringed barter circle was vast this year and was visually unfolding right before my eyes, as the sharply defined clearing slowly moved on. In this drop-free clearing, at the same time that I was watching it's movement, the brightest full moon that I ever saw, appeared from behind the distant mountain. The extremely, almost blinding bright moon, as it was shining on the wall of water, created a colorless rainbow in the middle of the circle. Fantastic! WOW! I had never seen anything like this visual phenomena in all my extensive travels and experiences. I'm sure glad that I was still awake to witness this once in a lifetime event, for my love of the earth and all it's wonders goes deep into the core of my bones and is rooted in my feet. All the shape of a rainbow, but colorless. Just a white, bright, projection of the moon's light on a solid water screen, an arc for the ages.
Stay thirsty my friends Wizzzmo
Those were the good old days, when my Mom and Dad stayed down the city, where we lived and left me the key to the downstairs converted basement apartment, in the house we owned in Brewster, our country home. Yea, those were good days. I had a bunch of different friends that I would let stay and party at my place. I'd wake up in the morning and the place was always clean. The female section of our group, which included girls about the same age as my sister, but younger than me, showed their thanks by keeping it that way, so they were welcome anytime. It was a small tight group of young adults and teenagers and we all looked out for each other while experimenting with various drugs that were popular at the time. We played music and all enjoyed each others company. We were a happy family of friends. But I was hated by the parents of the girls in our group. You couldn't blame them, after all we were 20 and 21, my best friend Bob and I. These girls were all still in high school. In school or not, we all were high, that's for certain. I also, would sometimes leave one of the bedroom windows unlocked, so my trusted friends could come and go, in case I was not there. A real nice guy. You think? Some, might have thought I must be a sucker, I guess, or I might not have been chiseled out of half of my stash.
I had just gotten back from a trip up to Mt. Everett, my paradise in the Berkshires and was wanting to get stoned, when I opened up my cupboard to get my stash. "What the fuck is this," I said. I took the bag of Colombian that I had left behind and noticed about half of it was gone. What a surprise! Somebody ripped me off for half of my stash. "Mother fucker," I muttered to myself. Who the fuck would take half of my stash and leave me the rest? My mind could not formulate the answer to this unsolved mystery and for years I never knew who had ripped me off for just half of my pot and then left the rest for me. It kinda sounds funny, but I figured I must have been ripped off by a friend. Only a friend would still leave you something to still get stoned with. Right? What kind of friend? This I would find out over 20 years later.
I would occasionally come back to visit my parents for Xmas and would rent or borrow a car and go visit old friends. Me and my friend Bob, who I hadn't seen for a while, were on our way up to Brewster to visit some old friends. Chicky and Patty, who had married and had kids. They invited us to stop by and visit them at their house in Connecticut. We arrived in the afternoon and stayed over night till the next morning. At the dinner table we talked of good old times that we shared, growing up as teenagers in Brewster and how lucky we were to make so many great escapes from the cops, who were the peskiest bunch of ass holes ever. During this conversation, I mentioned the time that someone stole half of my bag of Colombian, but had still left me half to get stoned on. The unsolved mystery was about to start unraveling. Then...., finally..., after all those years of wondering who, Chicky says,"Yea, that was me." Wow! no,WoW! no, WOW!!!!!! "Your kidding that was you" I said. Dumbfounded by the discloser of this information and being a New Yorker by heart, I demanded my other half an ounce back immediately. No I didn't, I was just kidding you my friends. I shot him! Oops..., just kidding again. Actually I don't remember just what I really did or said, so just use your imagination and do or say something to him for me. Thanks, that was appropriate. Well played! Good going!
So, what do you think? Was he a friend? Or was he not a friend, by doing this dastardly deed? I'm gonna leave this one to a vote. If you want to vote on this pressing issue, please cast your vote on the comment page and the results will be tallied in due time and process. At that time, I will reveal the count and decide weather he was a friend, or not, at the time the alleged crime took place. Thumbs up? Or thumbs down? It's up to you. Oh,! by the way, this can give all you hippies a chance to vote for the first time, so take advantage of this one time voting experience. Let the votes be cast!
This is not jury duty my friends, Wizzzmo
Besides from just purchasing some flash paper for Wizzzmo's Grand Floral Parade, I just purchased some real estate in Gnarlywood. That's right my friends, wizzzmo.com has just rented a storefront on Web St. in downtown Cyberworld. My C.D., Storyland, Mr. Pot Tater Head, a pot-culture novelty item, along with my one of a kind Leather Dog Ties, a Giant Bubble Making Kit, Fire Agates, crystals, post cards, tee-shirts and many other items will be available for your purchase, at titillating prices, in our new store. All that you will find is original art and music, with creative and unique items for your every day enjoyment, adornment and listening pleasure.
Achieve, ignite, push on into the light. Let freedom ring! Our grand opening will be May 29th. We will be celebrating this event with a parade, that will be turtling it's way, down Alberta St., starting around 6:30, from the corner of 28th and Alberta. This gala extravaganga will be featuring an entourage of sexy voodoo goddesses, giant bubble blowers, fireballs, fantastic masks, drums and Wizzzmo's unveiling of his cosmically acquired serpent stick, recently found in the ruins of an old wizards lair. Salem-News.com will be covering the event so that all of the galaxy can attend.
So be there, or be square my friends. Come 'round, no angles, as the web so untangles, don't be prey to those who fray, let your path be the sound, of your feet upon the ground, breaking strides, till you arrive, spring up, take a dive, let us know that your alive, make a splash, bring your stash and I'll see you in a Flash!!!!!! The 29th (LAST THURSDAY) in May, Alberta St., Portland, OR.
Let us rejoice my friends Wizzzmo
This story is about a friendship between two powerful wizards and the magic of a vortex called the Cathey house. A true story of an experience I once had on a magical afternoon in Southeast Portland, with my recently departed friend Day Cathey.
On an old Portland street, somewhere in a Southeast neighborhood, is a very magical place. I have many fantastic stories to tell you about this very old house and a friend who grew up there. This is one of those stories. Day was maybe the only man I knew that could recognize and bring out the magical talents in my repertoire. And all of this at the mere drop of a rabbitless hat. One of his talents was making you feel special from anyone else. His presence turned on the shinning lite from within. Amazing things became possible without the barriers that he could make vanish, when we were in each others company. Music, poetry, creativity, wondrous events took place. He was truly a conductor of that energy that lyes within. One of these amazing moments happened in the front upstairs bedroom on this kinetically chosen September afternoon.
We were sitting up in the bedroom where he was staying at the time of this phenomena. I was checking out some of the old nautical pieces and arrows, along with his fathers hand crafted bows, which hung on the wall. His Dad was quite the marksman and had various types of trophies he had been awarded. One of these was a beaded brain tanned leather belt made with old small faceted beads. This had been awarded to his Dad for marksmanship by a northwest native American Chief and just added to my fascination of this house's treasures and stories. Being surrounded by so many interesting items of this families historic past, made me feel like I had traveled back in time. This was a talent I had not yet mastered.
So this is how things unfolded on that whimsical afternoon. We were both sitting down trying to be cool on that hot summer's day, when through the top part of one of the open windows floated a dandelion seed. It floated slowly and weightlessly, as I opened my palm inviting it to land. We were astonished by its softly driven will, for there was not even a current of air to be felt. I never moved my hand to accommodate its flight towards my palm, yet it landed effortlessly as it came to rest for a while on its landing strip. Chills were moving up and down my spine as we gazed upon this vessel messenger which allowed us to feel the essence of the moment. For about thirty seconds it visited, letting us know we were on the right path and all pieces of the puzzle were in place. Then, content with it's mission, it departed, defying gravity and lightly lifting itself up, it then journeyed out the top[ of the other open window. This made me feel like I and my friend Day were truly chosen to be gifted with this observation of such an amazing occurrence. Thus, solidifying our positions in this realm of reality. Our paths were aligned with that moment in time, in that room, at that magic moment, at the Cathey House.
I will sorely miss my masterful friend Day Cathey, but his music, magic and escapades will live on in my memory.
Stay with me my friends Wizzzmo
I was about 18 years old, when this strange looking shillelagh, bared its ugly vulture-like head, in my direction. Chicky, Bob, John and myself decided to exploring a house that had been boarded up for many years. It was boarded up so well that nobody even messed with it for a long time. However, though not the first to break through the thickly boarded doors or windows, we were the first to find out some intriguing information, about this mysterious abandoned country house. We found German documents and swat stickers, with war medals and letters from Germany. We also found a German war helmet and a knife that was claimed by one of the other guys, but when me and Chicky grabbed the Gonga Root at the same time, it was war!" It's mine," I spoke authoritatively. There might have been a fight if he didn't succumb to my grip that I had on the stick. My tone of voice was firm and my will was not to be broken. So I claimed the wicked stick for my own. That was that. We all left the abandoned house with amazing stuff, what a score for a bunch of board guys taking a walk down a country road.
I brought the stick back to the city, where I had to work delivering boxes of food for Party Inn Caterers. My friend and delivery partner, Dennis Barnum and I, were going on a delivery together, when I showed him my new, awesome, shillelagh. He immediately dubbed it the Gonga Root as he seemed to be familiar with it's strange naturally occurring configuration of a vultures head. He had seen something like it in some other country he had been to and the name stuck immediately. I now had this strange ugly stick that would be part of the magic of the Cathey House later on in my life. This is where I recently was gifted with the serpent stick, that will make it's first public appearance in Wizzzmo's Grand Floral Parade on the 29th of May at the Last Thursday celebration on Alberta St. It will be accompanied by some of my most unusual staffs and wands including the Gonga Root.
Comme ci, comme ca my friends Wizzzmo
Come on down!
The great Wizzzmo of Cannabistan will be attending a fabulous event, exactly two weeks from now. We will be celebrating our grand opening, with a gala spectacle, in the form of a slow parade, down Alberta Street in Portland. The entourage will include sexy voodoo goddesses, giant bubble blowers, fireballs, costumes and Wizzzmo's incredible serpent stick, recently obtained from an ancient wizards cache. Free buds will be available for enhancing your experience on this last Thursday of May, the 29th. Be there my friends, for this once in a lifetime spectacle. Wizzzmo will also have the magic slippers of Wizzzmorella with him, so to try to find his long lost love. Will your foot fit the slippers? You may win a trip through the galaxy with Wizzzmo and his magical, mystical, entourage.
So come one....and come all.....to Alberta St. in N.E. Portland on the 29th of May. We will all be meeting at 28th and Alberta St. around 6:00 o'clock in front of Alforno Ferruzza to coordinate our onslaught. Don't miss this extravaganza!
BE THERE OR BE SQUARE MY FRIENDS Wizzzmo
COME ONE, COME ALL!
A Great Hippie Wizard aged with wisdom, and spells...