YES HELLO, Reader!!!Happy Friday to you, friend! Venusian vibes spiraling your way in sparkling smiling splendor! Hey, it is my b-earth day today!!! Neat! A lady never tells her age, but I think aging is COOL. I turned 39 y-eras old today which means I am technically now working on my 40th y-era ov life. So stoked to be on the top ov this proverbial hill. What's weird is I feel more comfortable in & connected to my body and brain than ever before. In my youth I did everything you aren't supposed to do if you wanna look out for your physical and mental health. It is such a blessing to have entered a stage in life where I am no longer hurting myself for the cheap thrills. Every day is a gift and my heart is overflowing with gratitude for life. Wanna see some new analog collage ARTE I spawned this week? I had so much fun with this one. It makes me laugh. I hope it makes you laugh too. ππΉβπ±βπΉπ ππΉβπ±βπΉπ Usually it is a b-earth day tradition for me to embark on a January trip and celebrate my solar return somewhere else in the world. Last year I was in Venice, Italy. The y-era before that I was visiting my Mothership in rural Tennessee. I've celebrated very memorable b-earth days in India, Belize, Iceland, Peru and Nepal. This y-era I thought I would be stuck working at the circus, but as you all know from last week's transmission, the circus is dead and I am now gleefully (f)unemployed. Today I will be happy to spend the majority ov the day in solitude working on my disciplines and planning for my y-era ahead. My evening will be spent with Justin eating steak and being in LOVE. Honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. Oh and hey, speaking ov the circus job ending, at the end ov the final performance the cast & crew bum-rushed the stage for a group photo while the audience was still in their seats. You can play "Where's Waldo" and try to find me, which is extra appropriate given all those striped shirts! Hint: I am holding a pink rose. I'd like to take a moment and give some heartfelt gratitude to Lisa Gallo and Matt Link for sending me snail mail prezzies last week. Lisa sent a vintage Playboy b-earth day card with some printed kewpie doll materials she found in her lover's basement museum. Matt Link, my 4th grade boyfriend & the only human I ever "dated" who I don't have any sad or bad memories ov, mailed me a copy ov Salvador Dali's autobiography "The Secret Life ov Dali." I have been reading it during my nightly wind down routine and I am loving it so far. The book opens with an array ov non-chronological anecdotes that really paint him as the most violent, tyrannical, narcissistic, hot-blooded, impulsive, contrarian asshole. It's great! I LOVE it when autobiographies lean into the nitty gritty honesty ov one's life instead ov attempting to polish a turd. Remember folks, you can't polish a turd, BUT YOU CAN ROLL IT IN GLITTER. Not only is the book entertaining, it is expanding my vocabulary. I jot down words in my journal to look up the next day when I am back on my technology devices and can ask The Wonder Killer, aka Google. Apotheosis. Arborescent. Social-libidinal. Architectonic. Ever-perspicacious. Decortication. Truculent. So many dope words to learn! Thanks Matt Link! Thanks Lisa Gallo! I love snail mail prezzie surprises and I feel so blessed and fortunate to have cool, generous, gift-giving friends in my life who send me beautiful and mind-enriching artifacts. Thanks GOD! Anyways, Reader, I hope you take some TIME today to sit still, fill your lungs to maximum capacity with fresh air, and allow your heart to swell with gratitude for ALL the blessings in your life. I wish you health, wealth and wisdom. May you make a concerted effort to discover the blessings concealed in your perceived curses. May you recognize the spark ov divinity within you and allow your LOVE to shine brightly. I LOVE you. You are valid, valued and appreciated. Peace and Liberation for ALL. BIG LOVE GOLD BLESS YOU JAI KALI MA! YOUR FRIENDLY CYBERHOOD NEIGHBOR, P.S. See that photo ov me in the temporary signature collage? With my moon face and massive pupils? That was taken in West Bengal, India on January 30th 2015, my 28th b-earth day. I was high on a Dr. Alexander Shulgin drug called 5-Meo-DALT, hence the pupils. That was a memorable day. A monkey peed on my purse. I also had to get on a rickshaw to a dusty old Indian hospital because my friend William was also on drugs and absolutely convinced he had malaria. The ancient reusable glass syringe they put in his arm to extract blood was cartoonishly large, like a metal drinking straw. The pharmacy they sent us to for antimalarials was a literal shack with tarps for a roof, not dissimilar to the shack in the Tarapith cremation grounds where we illegally bought human skulls & femur bones that were hiding under tattered blue tarps on the dank dirt floor. P.P.S. If you are enjoying these uncensored transmissions and you know any other mutants who may delight in weekly ARTE, music and musings, please send them to hannahhaddix.com to sign up for my Alienbroadcast Transmissions! Or you could just forward them this email. Help me grow my tribe! Surely you can think ov at least one human who belongs here. PLEASE HELP THEM TUNE IN! P.P.P.S. I have sung along to this song at least 3 dozen times this week as I transition from being a circus manager to being a self-employed creative. Charles Manson: Your Home Is Where You're Happy β *insert me singing at the top ov my lungs "So burnnnn ALL your bridges, Leave your old life behiiiiiind, You can do what you waaaanna do, CAUSE YOU'RE STRONG IN YOUR MIIIIIIND" P.P.P.P.S.O.M.G. DEAR FRIENDS! IT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION THAT MANY OV MY EMAIL RESPONSES FROM YOU WERE BEING QUARANTINED AND NEVER MADE IT TO MY INBOX! I REPLY TO ABSOLUTELY ALL THE EMAILS THAT YOU SEND ME. IF YOU SENT ME AN EMAIL THAT I DID NOT REPLY TO PLEASE TRY TO FORWARD IT AGAIN. AFTER SPENDING HOURS IN TECH SUPPORT HELL REALMS I NOW HAVE ACCESS TO MY QUARANTINED EMAIL PORTAL AND CAN RELEASE THEM FROM EMAIL JAIL, BUT THE LOG ONLY KEEPS THE JAILED EMAILS FOR 30 DAZE. I AM GOING TO START CHECKING THE EMAIL JAIL PORTAL EVERY DAY TO ENSURE THAT YOUR HIGHLY VALUED RESPONSES TO MY TRANSMISSIONS NEVER EVER GO UNREAD OR UNACKNOWLEDGED! MICROSOFT OUTLOOK IS ON MY SHIT LIST BUT YOU ARE NOT, SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING FROM YOU! β» PEACE! δΈ°HHδΈ° β» β» BE BLOOMIN' β» ππΉπ π ° π ¬ π ― π ---Transmission over until next Venus Day--- Thee Archives: Transmission 1, Transmisson 2 , Transmission 3, Transmission 4, Transmission 5, Transmission 6, Transmission 7, Transmission 8, Transmission 9, Transmission 10, Transmission 11, Transmission 12, Transmission 13, Transmission 14, Transmission 15, Transmission 16β |
ANALOG COLLAGE ART ON THE EDGE OV THE ABYSS
YES HELLO, Reader!!! Top ov the shortcake to ya! Once again I hail from the lush green paradise ov rural Eastern Tennessee, reporting from Mothership's home base. I am spending my TIME savoring birdsong and frog orchestras, sleeping in a massive screen room where the breeze is warm and cozy. The rain is cacophonous on the tin roof and Nature is consistently singing. I've been gardening and homesteading with Mothership. We've got our near-infrared sauna, hot tub, swinging chair, bean garden,...
YES HELLO, Reader!!! This week I am transmitting my glyphs to you from the big blue mountains ov Eastern Tennessee where I am spending TIME with my Mothership and young cat siblings, Brother & Lucy. Lucy showing off her multi-colored toe beans I am breathing in the living color green and enjoying the beautiful tiny home haven that Mothership has built here. This y-era she built a massive screen porch attached to her mountain home on wheels. The night frogs sound like screaming monkeys and the...
YES HELLO, Reader!!! Here we are, spiraling through circular, imaginary TIME to once again land in the infinite ever-morphing NOW that we call FRIDAY. Venus Day. The perfect day to worship in the Cathedral ov ARTE, appreciate beauty, and get real about our personal pleasures in LIFE. May they be creative and abundant! I am burning in the fertile fires ov my creative obsessions. I am fully throwing myself at ARTE LIFE. I am outside feeding the crows and crying at the beauty ov the trees and...