COUNTDOWN TO GREATNESS

I took a quiz online and apparently my spirit animal is a spider, which I think is pretty cool.

http://www.shamanicjourney.com/article/6017/spider-power-animal-symbol-of-creation-weaving-our-realities-infinity-balance-past-present-and-future

Spider, Power Animal, Symbol of Creation, Weaving our Realities, Infinity, Balance, Past, Present and Future

By Ina Woolcott

Spiders gifts include - creativity and weavers of fate, balance between past and future, physical and spirit, male and female. Spider is strength and gentleness combined, they awaken creative sensibilities, they are the keepers of the primordial alphabet and can teach you how to write creatively. Their bodies are shaped like the number 8 and they have 8 legs, symbolising infinite possibilities of creation. The 8 legs represent the 4 winds of change and the 4 directions of the medicine wheel.

Many stories exist about Grandmother Spider, the weaver. That she carried on her back the gift of fire in a basket. The basket was woven by her and she presented it to the People. Another story tells that her web bound all things together and formed the foundation of earth. These legends link the spider to the past and the future, birth and creation. When the spider enters our awareness, it is asking us to rebuild the web of our life in accordance with the design the creator gave us.

Spider weaves her web, we weave our realities. Spider reminds us that we create many of the situations in our lives. Spiders have the extraordinary capability of creating, weaving and spinning their own webs. This ability shows and teaches us the gift of creation. We have the power to create what happens in our lives - to us and to others. But we must realise this. The choices we make coupled with our attitude - very powerful stuff.

If the spider has caught you in its web, then look with-in and with-out to see the web you are weaving in your life. Are you content? Are things going well in your life? If things are good, Good! Think about the attitude/choices that have gotten you where you are today, creating positive situation and continue! If however you are on a low with negative happenings in your life and want to improve the situation, think about how your attitude/choices have played a role in creating your current situation. As the weaver of your web, you are the creator of your reality. Once responsibility is assumed for this, the situation will begin to improve. Having the power to weave your own web, means you have the power to make a positive and happy life. Practise having a positive attitude until it is second nature. Make wise, good choices to aid the manifestation of the life you desire.

Most people when cleaning the home get rid of spider webs, thinking they are dirty. A child witnessing a spider spin her web, may be mesmerised by the fragile, magical home it is weaving. Of course the web is the same but the eyes of the beholder view it in very different ways.

This is part of the magic of Spider medicine. They are master weavers. The weaving of a web for a spider involves joining separate strands of fabric into an integrated pattern. This is a significant reminder that we are constantly weaving the fabric of our lives. The construction of a web is connected to the geometry of creation. When making an orb web, the spider releases a sticky silken thread into the wind. If the breeze takes the thread to a spot where it sticks, the first bridge is formed. The spider then carefully crosses the line reinforcing it with a second. This process continues until a frame is made in which the web can secure itself. Bridges serve as a link, tying all things together. They help remind us of our interconnectedness to all life.

Unlike the spider, we aren't always able to both consciously create and travel through our creations. Sometimes we don't have the spider's ability to see our lives as a whole. So often we meet conflict in our lives, not sure how to integrate desires and paths, which seem to oppose one another. So if the Spider has entered your life, it is here to teach you something(s). One of these things is to attune yourself to the energy of the Weaver. You can then begin to see that many of the inner dividing walls that seem to separate aspects of your life are not as solid as they appear. You may be able to see that by looking at things differently, barriers can disappear, and that your life can be viewed in a more integrated way.

You may also realise that the webs you weave need not be sources of entanglement, but a network of roads to travel.

Spider helps bring us to even deeper integration through its link with the spiral, the basic symbol of universal energy, and the figure eight, which is physically related to the spider's shape, the symbol for infinity. By giving the spider careful thought and consideration, we can see that we are connected to all life, and that there is no past and no future, only the infinite now. They awaken our intuitive creative senses and encourage us to design the fabric of our lives from our souls original intention. If you come across a spider in its web, or creating a new one, pay close attention. This is a symbol of where you are in the weaving of your own destiny. A study of the medicine wheel and the four directions is beneficial.

Spiders are actually very delicate, embodying the energy of gentleness, and generally aren’t aggressive unless defending their lives. Moving forward whatever the situation, with a gentle strength, is a skill that often needs to be learned by those with this power animal.

Spider's message to you is that you are an infinite being who will continue to weave patterns of life and living throughout time. Please do not fail to see the eternal plan of creation.

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the Mayans totally invented gold grills thousands of years ago

http://www.jbschilling.com/history.html




"The teeth of this Mayan skull of the ninth century A.D. have numerous inlays of jade and turquoise. Also note how the upper front teeth have been filed, particularly the decorative front two teeth. A round, hard tube was spun between the hands or in a rope drill, with a slurry of powdered quartz in water as an abrasive, to cut a perfectly round hole through the tooth enamel. The inlay was then cemented into place. The stone inlay was ground to fit the cavity so precisely that many have remained in the teeth for thousands of years."

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guy reading excerpt from 120 Days of Sodom by Marquis de Sade.

Plot: Four wealthy and powerful French Lords make elaborate plans to seal themselves in a castle for four months, so they can sadistically rape, torture, and kill a small personal harem of 46 young male and female teenagers. Here the libertines announce their intentions to their victims, who they've kidnapped and tricked into coming to the castle--four months of hell await them.

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The Marquis de Tyler

Tyler, the Creator - Tron Cat


Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby
I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
(Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience
Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
She running 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

[Verse 2]
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep

[Verse 3]
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin
(I hate you!) Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border (arriba!)
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter
(Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing
Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "yeah Bob, this nigger's sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie
I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said fuck coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket
Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out "fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic

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Grimes - Circumambient

Grimes interview

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http://htmlgiant.com/craft-notes/taking-no-for-an-answer-some-new-thoughts-on-self-publishing/

Roxanne Gay arguing against self-publishing: "Taking No For An Answer

I suppose part of my attitude toward self publishing involves laziness. I want to write the books. I don’t want to have to do all the work of publishing them too. That’s old-fashioned of me but I’m in my thirties. I don’t feel that DIY drive I might have felt in my twenties. The majority of my work is done once I have written the book. I understand that writers have to hustle and do all kinds of work to promote their books even when they are published, and I am totally down for that, but the idea of having to be solely responsible for the design, copyediting, layout, distribution and marketing of my book is not terribly appealing. The idea that I would have to pay to publish my own book is even even less appealing than having to handle all the production and distribution. I believe in my writing, I do, but if I had to choose between self-publishing a book to get my work out there or never having a book published, I’d choose to never have a book published. My life will go on. Writing is what I love. Publishing is an awesome side effect. I also confess that my ego plays a part in my reluctance to self publish. It isn’t enough to think my writing is “good enough.” I could be delusional. I wrote a good chunk of a “novel” and lots of stories during my twenties I thought were amazing and reading most of that writing now, I am absolutely mortified. I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself like that on a much bigger scale by self publishing a book. I want someone else to say my writing is good enough. Most writers want that validation. We are human.