batshit crazy and other shamen infirmities hidden in plain view – Key West and beyond

People interested in shamans, dreams, visions and the linkage between this world’s events and spirit world events might or might not be interested in most of this post. Other people, well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder … more hidden in plain view intrigue toward the end of this today … =============================
 Going back to this part of yesterday’s surrender, the road lest traveled by – Florida Keys, USA, world post, which I had put on Facebook:
Vietman vet American ex-pat Scandinavian shaman Jonathan Horwitz Facebook commented on yesterday’s street people and environmental shaman work – Florida Keys and beyond post at goodmorningfloridakeys.com:
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Sloan, you must be the fastest … typer in the world! Had a nice read for a while, but then I realized it would take me the rest of the day and most of the night to read it all. There is a concept call “economy of words” also refered to as being “lean of speech.” If you want people to really hear you, consider this Black heart (cards) J
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I replied:
Sorry, Jonathan, I should have said read only the top two items in the “Big Pine Key – Mother Nature’s Last Stand” page at goodmorningfloridakeys.com. For there are a lot of other old posts under those two posts. Today’s post, “street people and enviornmental shaman work”, and other daily posts, are what my spirit controllers tell me to publish, day after day. I know it’s a lot to read. They know it’s a lot to read. But it’s free. And it’s mostly not taught anywhere else, as far as I know. It’s an archive, it resides in cycberspace, and in the Akashic Record. Maybe it is influencing, maybe not. I reported in a post the other day, I wrote to an old college fraternity brother, who had written that he was amazed at the profusion of my writings, that writing for me has become like breathing, eating, drinking water and going to the bathroom.
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Last night, Jonathan posted the pix to Facebook, which Erika Biddle posted she liked: Jonathan HorwitzSloan Bashinsky   Ssshhhhhhhhhh……………..…… Photo: Vietman vet American ex-pat Scandivnavian shaman Jonathan Horwitz Facebook commented on yesterday’s street people and environmental shaman work – Florida Keys and beyond post at goodmorningfloridakeys.com:</p><br /><br /><br />
Sloan, you must be the fastest typer in the world! Had a nice read for a while, but then I realized it would take me the rest of the day and most of the night to read it all. There is a concept call “economy of words” also refered to as being “lean of speech.” If you want people to really hear you, consider this <3 J<BR><br /><br /><br />
I replied: Sorry, Jonathan, I should have said read only the top two items in the “Big Pine Key – Mother Nature’s Last Stand” page at goodmorningfloridakeys.com. For there are a lot of other old posts under those two posts. Today’s post, “street people and enviornmental shaman work”, and other daily posts, are what my spirit controllers tell me to publish, day after day. I know it’s a lot to read. They know it’s a lot to read. But it’s free. And it’s mostly not taught anywhere else, as far as I know. It’s an archive, it resides in cycberspace, and in the Akashic Record. Maybe it is influencing, maybe not. I reported in a post the other day, I wrote to an old college fraternity brother, who had written that he was amazed at the profusion of my writings, that writing for me has become like breathing, eating, drinking water and going to the bathroom.<BR><br /><br /><br />
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Last night, Jonathan posted the pix to Facebook, which Erika Biddle posted she liked:<BR><br /><br /><br />
Jonathan HorwitzSloan Bashinsky<BR><br /><br /><br />
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Not wishing to disturb Jonathan in his meditation, between his frequent blasts on Facebook about how he and other people can fix the things in this world which bother them, and seeing that Jonathan’s and my shaman friend Erika Biddle had sided with Jonathan, I did not send him anything further yesterday. <BR><br /><br /><br />
I stopped working on this post for today and turned off the classical music and turned on the TV. Finding no movie that interested me, I turned the classical music back on and picked up the new mystical detective novel I got from the county library and read some in it. Then, I started getting drowsy and put the book down and waddled from the living room to the bedroom and turned in for the night.<BR><br /><br /><br />
Before dawn this morning, in a dream I am present at and observing what looks like a board meeting in my father’s company. No one I recognize, maybe a dozen people, men and women, all brainstorming how to fix different problems. After listening to them for a while, I say they will never fix anything, they are incapable of fixing anything. I pause, say, only when they give up and stopped trying to fix things does God step in and provide a solution. They are stopped in their tracks. One of the women nods, says yes. The dream ends. <BR><br /><br /><br />
I awaken, knowing the dream is about Jonathan and his save the world from whatever friends and their efforts, and that the message in the dream is universal, and that nothing will change on this world for so long as the masculine is trying to play God and fix everything, instead of surrendering to God, which is the feminine way, and letting God provide suggestions, solutions. I seldom see God mentioned in any problems I see other people trying to fix. I mostly see people trying to do everything themselves, as if they are God.
Not wishing to disturb Jonathan in his meditation, between his frequent blasts on Facebook about how he and other people can fix the things in this world which bother them, and seeing that Jonathan’s and my shaman friend Erika Biddle had sided with Jonathan, I did not send him anything further yesterday.
I stopped working on this post for today and turned off the classical music and turned on the TV. Finding no movie that interested me, I turned the classical music back on and picked up the new mystical detective novel I got from the county library and read some in it. Then, I started getting drowsy and put the book down and waddled from the living room to the bedroom and turned in for the night.
Before dawn this morning, in a dream I am present at and observing what looks like a board meeting in my father’s company. No one I recognize, maybe a dozen people, men and women, all brainstorming how to fix different problems. After listening to them for a while, I say they will never fix anything, they are incapable of fixing anything. I pause, say, only when they give up and stopped trying to fix things does God step in and provide a solution. They are stopped in their tracks. One of the women nods, says yes. The dream ends.
I awaken, knowing the dream is about Jonathan and his save the world from whatever friends and their efforts, and that the message in the dream is universal, and that nothing will change on this world for so long as the masculine is trying to play God and fix everything, instead of surrendering to God, which is the feminine way, and letting God provide suggestions, solutions.
I seldom see God mentioned in any problems I see other people trying to fix. I mostly see people trying to do everything themselves, as if they are God.
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Subsequent Facebook conversation:
Vincent Boyle Does anyone else think the sketch looks like 2 penises?
Sloan Bashinsky Now that you point it out, there is a likeness
Jonathan Horwitz Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as they say
Sloan Bashinsky I sort of doubt that was the artist’s intention, but who can say what the Muse intended?
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Sloan Bashinsky Hi, RL. Will sleep on your advice, see what the angels send back in dreams.
Samuel Bogdanove Don’t get all pithy over it ;-)
Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Sam. Had to look up pithy to see what it meant. I’ve been called all sort of kinds of crazy by lots of people for a long time, but this was the first time I was called bat-shit crazy.
pith·y
[ píthee ]  
  1. brief and to point: brief, yet forceful and to the point, often with an element of wit
  2. of pith: relating to, containing, or resembling pith
Synonyms: terse, to the point, concise, sharp, curt, acute, brief, succinct, epigrammatic, aphoristic, laconic, witty, cutting, forceful
Samuel Bogdanove Paid ten pennies for that word – had to use it sometime!  Not groking the bat-shit piece tho…
Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Sam Ten Pennies —
Had my little napsky. Several chess games going on, I “back-mated” a couple I was playing against a man who reminded me of the husband of a psyhic friend of mine, who told me in all their long marriage he had never won an argume
nt with her, his way of telling me to not argue with her. I won those two games with an Ace and a ten. In my dream code, Ace is the top card, ten represents two 5s, or two feminines. I got up, went to my laptop and found your ten pennies post, maybe for my thoughts. Went to Wikipedia and found:
~Guano manure is a highly effective fertilizer due to its high phosphorus and nitrogen content and its relative lack of odor compared to other forms of organic fertilizer such as horse manure. Guano was an important source of nitrates for gunpowder.~
Pulled up some stuff I provisionally had written this morning for RL Saunders, and integrated it with your two posts and the dream.
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Back in time, in prayer, I asked God what I best could do to serve God and a beautiful white quill writing pen came into my inner vision and I felt the brush of angels’ wings across my back and nearly burst into tears. That night very different verses started falling out of me into my journal, amidst rivers of tears. After is was all done being written down, about 10 days, I put it into a little book of about 35 pages and called it “A Crazy Person’s Bible” because given all what God does to and asks of me (nothing changed since then), I concluded the only way to love God is to be crazy! I probably gave away 1,000 copies by putting 25 or so of them every few days in an open cardboard box on Pearl Street Mall in Boulder, Colorado, where I then lived.
Two of those verses (5s) were:
He is the paper, the ink his blood, the pen his soul, the poet is God.
He is but a crooked hose through which living water flows, first to straighten him out, then to water a few other birds of the air and some lilies of the field.
Another verse, perhaps the core (Ace), was
Earth,
the sacred prism
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
purified in Holy Fire,
then one-forged and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
simply because they are all
unique emanations of God,
evolving …
I imagine that little book consumed a great deal of bat and other forms of shit while it was percolating in me … It certainly by-passed my brain on its way through me …
Que pasa tu?
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Sloan Bashinsky I met Sam, who was about half my age, in massage school in Santa Fe, New Mexico, in earlyish 1986. As I recall, the name of the school then was Jay Victor Scherer’s Acadamy of Natural Healing and Massage. It was pretty wild, Sam and two other men and me in that 6-months clothing off as likely as on program with about ten women from all walks of life, including a woman from Madagascar. She and another of the women were disciples of Bagwan Rashneesh and had left “The Farm” in Oregon after the US Government had chased Bagwan out of the country.
Maybe three months after the massage course was over, I knew it had not changed anything for me, nor had the move to Santa Fe from Birmingham, Alabama. Knowing I was out of bright ideas and doomed if I did not get serious help, I prayed, “Dear God, I do not want to die like this, failed. Please help me.” I paused, said, “I offer my life to human service.”
About ten days passed. In the wee hours, lying beside my new girlfriend in her bed in her home in Los Alamos, about 50 miles from Santa Fe, I awoke and saw what I took to be two angels hovering above me in the darkness. Mostly white with some bluish tint, etheric. I heard, “This will push you to your limits but you asked for it and we are going to give it to you.” I remembered the prayer from about 10 days before. Then, I was jolted by three successive bolts of spiritual lightning, each of which wracked my soul and my body. The angels faded out.

That was the abduction. All that followed was CHANGE, CHANGE, CHANGE, and much wailing and gnashing of teeth – mine. Quite a few other people seemed not to care for what came out of my mouth and pen after that, but some people seemed okay with it.

Several years ago, I understood the two angels are Jesus and Archangel Michael.
A shaman, Jonathan Horwitz knows about linkage between this world’s goings on and spirit world goings on, and just how truly important visions and dreams are.
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Email swaps with Tim Gratz of Key West following up on a part of yesterday’s surrender, the road lest traveled by – Florida Keys, USA, world post at goodmorngingfloridakeys.com, goodmorningkeywest.com and goodmorningfloridakeys.com:
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Tim:
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Me:
Thanks, Tim, I did not have the video, saw a small segment of it on the evening news last night. Imagine will include it in tomorrow’s post, it’s quite a good treatment. I hope it is making its way through police ranks and city governments all over America. Find myself wondering about spirit linkage with Hidden In Plain View homeless art, poetry, music exhibtion opening two weeks ago, wasn’t it? Sloan
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Tim:
I suspect you are right about the linkage! Best Tim
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I told Erika Biddle when she asked me to get involved in Hidden In Plain View that it would have a life of its own after the opening, it was alive. I took an old Vanderbilt fraternity brother and his girlfriend to the exhibiition yesterday, and told them about three of the homeless people featured in the black and white photos on the walls, whom I know pretty well. I told my friends they heard something nobody who attended the opening heard. I left them there, deeply engrossed, to head back to Little Torch Key. In December, the psychic and her husband I dreamt of yesterday afternoon will be in Key West, and they want to see the exhibition. It dwarfs in depth any art exhibition ever held in Key West. Erika is the vessel through whom it birthed. What you can see in the video, the link furnished by Tim Gratz, was arranged by the same angels who arranged for Erika to birth the exhibition and to invite me to participate.
bat shit for brains
Speaking of which, from The Key West Citizen yesterday:
City takes first step for 24-hour shelter
BY GWEN FILOSA Citizen Staff
The City Commission is days away from taking the first formal step in bringing a 24-hour homeless shelter to Key West, one that would do away with the present Stock Island bunkhouse that is only meant as a safe crash pad for those who have nowhere else to sleep. If approved, the resolution marks the first time the city’s leaders have put in writing a plan for a 24-hour shelter. At Tuesday’s 6 p.m. meeting at Old City Hall, Mayor Craig Cates will present a resolution that calls for a full report on what it would take to open a 24-hour shelter at city-owned land on College Road: the site of the former Easter Seals building along with the present offices leased by the Mosquito Control District. Those two locations “either singly or together could provide an adequate basic infrastructure for a 24-hour homeless shelter and services center,” the resolution states. Cates wouldn’t offer a ballpark dollar figure for the center on Thursday, saying the resolution will direct staff to tally up a final price and that the county could agree to pitch in or help deliver grant money. “It’s something we have to have,” said Cates. “We have to deal with the homeless. With this, I can go out and try to find funding.” The resolution says that “successful homeless facilities require the combined efforts of local, county and charitable organizations to cooperate to identify methods, financing and appropriate experienced personnel to create and manage” a 24-hour shelter. Since he took office in 2008, Cates has been talking about creating such a comprehensive center that would provide a central place for Key West that would offer all current services, including food, shelter and treatment programs. For now, the city provides only the Keys Overnight Temporary Shelter, which offers a vinyl mattress and a hot shower for up to 140 men and women. The city reserves $400,000 a year to run the shelter, which ends services at 7 a.m. daily, sending men and women filing out with their belongings on their backs or bicycle baskets. Cates has the votes to pass the resolution, a round of phone calls to commissioners proved Thursday. “This isn’t for vagrants; this is for the guy that lost his job that got sick and that, by the grace of God, go all of us,” said Commissioner Teri Johnston, who supports the resolution. “It takes more than a shower and a cot to do that.” Commissioner Clayton Lopez said Thursday that he will also vote in favor of the resolution. Like Johnston, Lopez pointed out a difference between the island’s residents in dire need of basic services and a fringe element of those who booze and urinate in public. “Who are we to say which is which?” Lopez asked rhetorically. “You have to help all. Those who don’t want the help, they’ll show themselves.” A third commissioner said he was skeptical about Key West planting a 24-hour shelter on Stock Island, but that he will also vote “yes” on Tuesday when the resolution comes up. “Yeah, since it’s just going to be a study on it to find out exactly what we’re going to do about it,” said Commissioner Billy Wardlow, whose district includes KOTS. “I’m not really keen for 24 hours. I don’t mind a place for them to sleep. “My problem with 24 hours is that we don’t have a place out in this part of town for kids and adults to go to, like a library.” Cates and his resolution argue that a 24-hour shelter will reduce the homeless population by offering “training and mentoring programs.” Plans for a 24-hour homeless shelter have also been offered up as part of the city’s legal strategy in settling a pending lawsuit filed by Sunset Marina condo owners over the location of KOTS, which is situated near the upscale homes and the county jail.
Share your thoughts and opinions related to this posting. Post your comment.
the other shelter was 24 Submitted on Fri, 11/30/2012 – 12:03pm by george
the other shelter was 24 hours at the beginning but they never left, to look for work or do anything so they had to shut it down to just at night. The majority do not want to work, if they did, they would….. Will they arrest those that use drugs and alcohol on property or just turn them back to the mangroves. Key west has become a haven for those who do not want to work and just want to hang out. If I were homeless and wanted a job I would not spend all day hanging out at the beach. And where is the VA’s responsibility here? A lot of these people are wounded warriors who have been cast aside by the government they were damaged while protecting? The VA hospital should open up a shelter for the homeless veterans.
White Elephant Submitted on Fri, 11/30/2012 – 6:44am by
Who is going to feed this white elephant? The lowly taxpayer that’s who. What is the total construction cost? No one knows. Annual budget and staff required to run this circus 365/24/7? No one knows. It’s a white elephant wrapped in a boondoggle. Meanwhile the neighbors and surrounding schools and businesses have clearly communicated to the mayor and city commissioners that they do not want this proposed facility located in the former Easter Seals building and yet they continue to move forward with the mayor’s plan. Why is that? No one knows.
Crusade Submitted on Fri, 11/30/2012 – 1:42am by Black Panther
Ah yes. The spectacle of one man’s crusade [Mayor Craig Cates] to create a human petting zoo for the homeless since his daughter mowed one down on the boulevard. Ironic that the Easter Seals folks were chased from the building because of a lack of funding, but funding is apparently available to build a comfy sanctuary for the chronic bums. One human family indeed. Screw the needy children, but pamper the bums.
Easter Seals Submitted on Fri, 11/30/2012 – 5:00pm by keywestgirl67
The children are our future, and the city needs to focus on that issue.
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I submitted this comment last night, and also sent it in as a letter to the editor:
If the “vagrants” are not to be allowed into the proposed new shelter, where will they hang out? Perhaps more importantly, where will they sleep at night? In public parks? By federal case law, the city has to allow them to sleep outside, if no city shelter is provided for them to sleep. Another question? Will people with booze and/or other addictive drugs in their blood and urine be allowed into the proposed new shelter? If so, there is no way it will be a “rehab” or “turn around” shelter. And if addicts are not allowed into the proposed new shelter, figure that  being about 90-95 percent of the people who currently stay at KOTS, and about the same percent of street people who do not stay there, where will they hang out during the day and sleep at night? Refer back to federal case law, particularly Pottinger v. City of Miami. That same federal court has jurisdiction over Key West.
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