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J.K. Rowling Pulls Muggle's Move With Punitive Lawsuit

amana — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 06:19:59 GMT

Great article at Easy Witchcraft-http://www.ezwitchcraft.com/

J.K. Rowling Pulls Muggle's Move with Punitive Lawsuit

Okay, we're not fans of the Harry Potter books here at Easy Witchcraft. Never mind that the series, which has enjoyed unprecedented marketing and therefore sales, is little more than rehashed old fantasy standbys peppered with embarrassingly awkward proper nouns. We'll also set aside the disturbingly elitist premise of inherited "magical-ness.'

At Easy Witchcraft, we firmly believe everyone is born with the capacity for magic.

Read the full article and leave your comments at http://www.ezwitchcraft.com/-Easy-Witchcraft

J.K. Rowling Pulls Muggle's Move with Punitive Lawsuit : http://www.ezwitchcraft.com/harry-potter-author-pulls-muggles-move/

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Blues 4 Kali Kindle Edition

amana — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 05:30:33 GMT

We, here at Amana Mission Publishing Ink Alternative Press ( http://www.amanamission.com/ ) are pleased to announce that Blues 4 Kali an experimental novel about 2012, the Kaliyuga, quantum entanglement and New Age hippies is now available through Amazon's Kindle program.
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Of course, you can still pick up your copy of Blues 4 Kali at the website. www.blues4kali.com

The Blues 4 Kali and Amana Mission homepages have both had serious facelifts recently, so please stop by and let us know what you think!
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The Mother of All Problems

amana — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 04:50:23 GMT

The Mother of All Problems
By Indi Riverflow

The Millennium has certainly gotten off to a grim, if not downright dystopian, debut. Wars, climate change and stifling advances in the arts of crass consumerism and mass mind control have made our era turn out less like Heinlein fantasies, or even Orwellian nightmares, than the oft-cited prophesies at the rear end of the New Testament.

Of course, Christian theology is hardly the only system containing a vision of doom proceeding redemption; the end times scenario is a staple of creeds the world over, nearly as ubiquitous as the corresponding creation myth. Human beings seem to have as deeply seated a need for a story of the destruction of the world as for its genesis.

Perhaps every generation is undercut with a sensation of impending doom. Certainly history is loaded with footnotes of discredited date-namers who could not resist the ego urge to define their age as the termination point of time.

So the issue is not whether 2012 will be the next Y2K, or whether solar flares or global warming will do us in, or whose book of half-mad prognostications contains the Ultimate Truth. These issues will resolve themselves by and by.

And if the average individual peering over the edge of the twentieth century felt as strongly that our species was placed precariously on a precipice, as many do today, we can be sure of one thing: six times as many humans are available now to poll on the topic.

Now, some of my best friends are human. Nothing against them, really, and individually, they can be wonderful. And I wouldn't want anyone thinkin' I am anti-human, or anything. That's worse than not being patriotic, or failing to root for the local baseball team.

Yet, upon due contemplation, it seems that there is no serious dilemma affecting the human sphere that would not submit to a solution of fewer heads to count. Nothing is quite so odious about our species as our quantity.

Global warming, which has gone overnight from a Hollywood cause célébré to the center of media debate, is quite obviously exacerbated by human activity. Not merely industrial consumption, or animal agriculture, which are surely intensifying the problem, but merely by existing, all of us share some culpability. Each of us is a heat-producing, carbon-dioxide emitting machine, which leaves a wider footprint on the environment than any other species on Earth.

Nor is overpopulation a third-world issue alone, although the sociological impact of economics can make the fate of the crowded more visibly dire in poor countries than wealthy ones. In terms of resources consumed and waste generated, every denizen of the "developed" world costs what several impoverished inhabitants of more rustic regions do.

One response to this is to retreat, ideologically or physically, to a simpler way of life that shuns the costly comforts of technology. While this may serve to soothe the spiritual and moral concerns of those who forsake the wicked ways of the city to take up farming or crafts, reverting to nature is only a partial solution. The Earth could no more tolerate the billions of humans spreading out to take over the remaining arable land for subsistence tilling, than the millions now shoehorned into the various metropolitan colonies.

Conserving energy and resources is certainly laudable and vital to a healthy relationship with the planet. Sloganeers and activists benefit from telling everyone else to scale back. But conservation isn't a real answer. What good will saving do, if consumption is halved while the population doubles?

I might feel good screwing in an LCD bulb (I've never tried it, but I bet it would feel good…if I could make it work), but if every casino on the strip is running full-on neon nightlights and pumping out thirty-five degree AC on an eighty-degree day, the humble efforts of a well-meaning individual don't amount to a meaningful gesture, let alone a brake on the runaway train of industrial waste.

Some people live, quite contentedly, in a world where there is no population crisis. Plenty of wide-open spaces left! Some imagine a glorious future in which the planet is completely covered by human beings and our food. Some believe that we were given dominion over the Earth as well as a command to be fruitful and multiply.

I believe that we are spreading like a cancer, overrunning the natural order in our mad haste to fill the entire world with our kind. Imagine the Earth consulting in the office of a celestial physician. Would She complain most of the lacerations in Her skin, the contamination of Her bloodstream, the decimation of Her lungs? Or would She be most concerned about the possibility of passing the contagion on to Her neighbors?

Some seek a solution to the problem of population expansion in the stars. Certainly the cycle of history leads logically to the colonization of space. But exporting our extras off-planet only expands the problem.

Along with the huge numbers that would have to be regularly resettled would go the resources they would require for survival. Even if a sci-fi space station could be designed to produce a totally sustainable eco-economy (despite requiring heroic measures to supply everyday needs like air, water and suitable soil), the material and energetic demands of the exodus would surely squeeze the last breath of life from the planet of our birth.

So what to do about this intractable dilemma? Many cynics suggest that the balance will soon redress itself through war and natural catastrophe. Others have proposed such unpopular plans as genocide and forced sterilization.

Controlling conception is theoretically a reality, but the greatest irony of birth control is that it is the province of those responsible enough to use it. Better technology will give choices to those who have access to them, while those least able to provide for large families will continue to produce them.

Faced with no other way to address my part in all this, I submitted to surgical sterilization at a local Planned Parenthood. This decision was practical as well as symbolic; an ounce of free prevention can be worth far more than a pound of $600 cure. I decided years ago that my books would be my children, and with a like-minded partner as well as the assistance of a kind physician do-gooding on his lunch hour, I offered up my reproductive potential to the good of the Earth.

Many people find this hard to understand. They don't fathom why I don't want my own little Mini-me, to indoctrinate with my bizarre ideas. Why I don't care to carry on my line and leave behind a gaggle of descendants to say nice things about me at my funeral.

Mind you, I have nothing against parenthood. On the contrary, bringing a child into the world is so important that every single person who embarks on this course should be prepared to be totally devoted to the task. The replication of the nuclear family is so automatic and presumed that the world is full not only of teenagers demanding to know why they had been born, but parents who wonder the same thing.

The cycle of death and rebirth is tied to the karma of breeding and killing. Like all opposites, they are not so different. As we kill, we give rise to other life (usually our own), and as we breed we generate the possibilities that will lead to a lifetime of innocent murder.

Mystics have been hip to this for ages untold, which helps explain why vegetarian celibates have had such spiritual success. Confused individuals may perceive a bit of moralism in this, but not a drop is contained. This is a practical matter. All karma leads to further entanglement with the material realm. A simple example of this is the way parents require a stable income, whereas the childless are free to be financially frivolous and pursue unprofitable ventures like independent online publishing.

For my part I have been able to find no better way to both limit my environmental impact and distractions from the primary goals of my life than voluntarily surrendering my place among the ancestors of the future. May your descendants, should you choose to make any, enjoy the extra elbow room.

-Indi Riverflow

This article is available for reprint.
Preview Blues4Kali at www.blues4kali.com

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Lysistrata Revisited: Trojan Horse Revolutionary

amana — Tue, 17 Apr 2007 16:55:31 GMT

Lysistrata Revisited
By Indi Riverflow

The civil struggle over the invasion of Iraq has finally reached the grass roots. The peace movement, enlivened by the return of the two-party system (what, is it a democracy again, all of a sudden?) are reviving folksy tactics from the sixties, such as sit-ins and marches, in a quaint push to demand an immediate end to the occupation.

We have die-ins, candlelit vigils, rowdy rallies, and mock occupations of congressional offices. A courageous group, here on the West Coast, has been harassing dovish Democratic representatives, urging them to take a harder line on troop withdrawal, on the theory that Republicans are likelier to call the cops. But if we really want to stop the war, people, the protest is going to have to span from the boardrooms to the bedrooms.

The problem with the peace movement is that the underhanded tacticians are all on the other side.

The war will end when those who support it find their stance costing, not merely lives and freedom, but something really important to them.

If you managed to stay awake through your Greek comedy course, you’ll recall Lysistrata, a rather mind-blowing, bawdy gem from the vaults of pacifist literature.

Dating from the Peloponnesian War period, the play absolutely giggles with recycled relevance, as we confront the horrible reality that we are collectively culpable for the slaughter, and unless we get rolling on something more serious than tickling ourselves, tickling itself will be banned by the humorless neo-fascists currently occupying the organs of the body politic.

For those who were nodding off in class, the story goes like this: the women of Athens band together around one central base of power: their very wombs. Weary of the war against Sparta, the wives in Lysistrata heroically organize and go on sexual strike against their husbands, and are joined by prostitutes and priestesses alike in one hysterical act of truly grass-roots direct action that brought the battle of the sexes down to one simple reality:

Love is better than war.

Aristophanes is way headier than Aristotle, just as Groucho Marx is cooler than Karl. The philosophy of comedy is quite serious, except for the clowns who repeatedly insist on getting offended.

Therefore, I boldly propose, in the name of Lysistrata, that all lovers of life adopt a passive pro-peace stance, by steadfastly refusing to have intercourse with anyone who does not support diplomatic solutions to military problems. This will, incidentally, lead to more fulfilling and time-consuming relationships in general.

Feel free to disagree. But the logic is lovely and tested by the centuries. And unless you support the atrocities form Fallujah to Guantanomo Bay, time to vote with your womb or willy. While it still is yours.

Because there is a great deal more at stake than an appropriations bill that could ease poverty in either country, rather than enrich the merchants of death. There is a critical cultural judgment on the line: will we roll over and let the big cocks wag all over the more poorly armed nations of the world, or will we let it be known that this was not done in our name?

We can’t take this lying down.

Four years ago, the Blitzkrieg flew into Baghdad, on the flimsiest of pretexts, in a move that openly and cynically labeled itself OIL. Operation Iraqi Freedom has liberated hundreds of thousands of Iraqis from their lives. The next listing in the phone book is Iran, and by the time withdrawal actually begins, we can be sure the war machine will soon be knocking next door, peddling a similar emancipation in Farsi.

Oh, well. We’ll just change all the “q’s” to “n’s” on the protest banners.

Meanwhile, the Shrub is piously busy counting angels on the head of a pin, worried that stem cell research on dead fetuses might somehow impugn the sanctity of human life.

The Resident-in-Thief is a stubborn and unapologetic mess of contradictions, and like the monster under the bed, derives his power from the belief we have in him. We are supposed to believe that this regime is pro-life.

One can only conclude that they expect to need plenty of fodder for the cannons of the future. The sanctity of human life apparently doesn’t extend to the victims of imperialist policy.

And yet, in spite of all this, Newt Gingrich managed to find someone to practice being Bill Clinton with.

Someone is going to have to take a stand, and the bulk of the burden will have to fall on the sex workers and interns in Washington. When a hawkish congressman can’t find a lunch-hour handjob, the funds for waging war will dry up faster than an unlubricated Trojan.

Read On! www.blues4kali.com

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Blues4Kali now available at MySpace!

amana — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 01:21:25 GMT

What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?...an instant of Karma?...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul?... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse?...destruction of the world as we know it?...a chance for a new start?...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

Experience Blues4Kali, now available directly from the AMPI Alternative Press profile at MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/kaliriverflow

In Joy,
AMPI Alternative Press
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Blues4Kali- A Cult Classic for the End Times

amana — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 20:06:37 GMT

MetaMythology for the Millennium. Spark a nug of the Kali flower and tune in to this chronicle of the contemporary counterculture!

What will happen on Winter Solstice in 2012?...a instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgement leveled against civilization' s expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

Reality Exchange Program
"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."

Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?
Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.
That iceberg is looking awfully big.
Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.
Kali kills first, and recycles later.
Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.

"What the...?"

*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.
*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.
*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy of telepathic priestesses.
*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision... and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.
*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.
*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.
*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.
*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.
*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.
All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.
Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.
Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.
Do you?
The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy's MTV Road Rules.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.
Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity, and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!

Experience the eBook! Free pre-print preview.
Read Now at www.blues4kali. com

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What the Hel?

amana — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 19:55:38 GMT

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS INSANE BOOK UP TO?
(Choose all that apply) Is BLUES4KALI:

The weirdest book ever written, a mythic hymn to the Mother Kali as Her for worldwide renewal nears, a manifesto calling for Karma consciousness in the end Times, a population explosion exploration seeking the blueprint for Communitopia, a psychedelic multidimensional mind-expander designed to take down fences, a cryptic code depicting a voyage of inner enlightenment, a mission to help the world save it from itself, the skeleton key to self-psychoanalysis, a curriculum for the School of Life, a Grateful Dead song in book form, a met fictional mind trip dedicated to busting up the box, a old/new religion based on subjective values clarity, a role-reversal approach to reaching the Bo tree, a symbolic representation of one couple’s renunciation and reconciliation through fearless and compassionate honesty, a personal autobiography of the semi-fictional author, a post rational passive principle philosophy in defense of feminist polypantheism. Or just one big bittersweet joke?
YOU figure it out.
This is the book that throws in the Kitchen Sink.
No one has ever been crazy enough to publish a book like this before. We had to invent a whole new publishing paradigm to distribute this Edge City Chronicle. BLUES4KALI is a unique synergy of East and West in the middle of the war for open minds.
We are putting every last chip on peace and love.
How about you?
KALI vs. H.O.S.S.
In the war for your mind, where do you stand?
Open Panda’s Box and decide for yourself.
Request your free electronic copy by applying through the Blues4Kali Scholars Hip Program, to be found at www.blues4kali.com
In Joy!

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Oannes — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:49:06 GMT

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Scholars-Hip Program (free enlightening E-books)

amana — Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:27:05 GMT

BLUES4KALI SCHOLARS-HIP PROGRAM

Blessings! The author and publisher would like to thank you for your interest in this enlightening parable of the postmillenial counterculture, and express our compassion and sympathy for your thrift.

As a non-profit independent publishing venture, AmanaMission is committed to leaving no reader behind due solely to poverty. This novel is a spiritually inspired text, and the goal is that it be read, not sold.
This copy is part of a limited preliminary pre-print e-book publication and will apply to all approved literature by KALI member writers.
The hard-copy, ecologically aware POD run is to be financed out of the artist’s pocket, and is not for sale to any outside publisher, although donations toward a second printing are eagerly accepted.

For those without the means to contribute materially, we have devised this program to allow our readers to contribute of themselves in a transcendant fashion. This policy is to ensure that all freely given copies are placed with good homes. This is our child. We ask that she be taken seriously.

Therefore, we ask that all recipients, regardless of donation, agree to read the entire novel and inviteat least one interested kindred spirit to the Alliance. This work represents a comprehensive portrait of the headspace of the author and editor, during their first four fiery years together. This a sacred and deeply personal tale of Love. Spreading it is the work of our lives, and we seek neither money nor fame, but comprehension and community change. Keeping the chain going is a more important contribution than cash.

To demonstrate your fitness and commitment necessary to adopt our child, in lieu of material support, we ask that you fill at least one page, as well as any others you are inspired to add, with a symbolic representation of your own self and valued ideas.
This can be writing, or any other visual art which can cast the image of your soul on paper. Be creative. You may qualify for more than a free book. You will receive your copy when you submit this application. Have fun. Namaste.

Also available upon request to initiated and illuminated Karmists: TRANSMIGRANT BLUES and DESERT TRANCE. Submissions accepted for non-profit peace literature and art by tribe members.

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