Euphrosene Labon

…are, seemingly, all homo - at least according to many super loud internet jabberers. (`Keyboard warriors´, as one KW opined.) Even Dr Who, when I last watched it, had a sexual sub-text. Yet I wanted to see if there was anything metaphysical to learn.

Merlin, which I still like watching, just about, is also being blackened by their sodomic view of the world. Why can´t men just be allowed to be friends with other men, without endless sexual overtones?

I fell asleep being bored by Sherlock, watched it again on iPlayer, as Twitterville opined it was the bees knees - and risked being bored asleep again ... this time in the morning! And least said about the almost constant homo comments. Enough is enough.

It´s bad enough that religious beliefs and institutions are being undermined for the sake of sexual gratification. Perhaps that is the reason the Bible saw fit to mention it?

Maybe I feel this way because defecating seems a bit spiritually unevolved (as I´ve mentioned before). To choose the same channel as a method of sexual gratification, to me, then puts it even lower down the spiritual evolutionary chain.
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Okay, so I´ve wanted to write that for ages. Someone on LinkedIn asked for bloggers with more than 1000 posts. With this and floreo.org, I have probably gone over it as I used to post at least once a day. Now, with more people commenting, though not in the expected place (ie here!), I have found myself curiously reluctant to say things I felt freely able to before.

So thank you Lisa B for the prompt.
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I have also created a rod for my own back with the corner images. There are plenty of artworks either finished or in progress, but I can´t be pfaffed to scan and upload them. I am however following the advice of one online friend - to be looser, although I still feel the need to create structure using the square motif.
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Truth be told, words gush out late at night, pre- and post-meditation. Perhaps it´s the dark night of the soul kind of moments. Sometimes I scribble things down. Mostly the morning brings pragmatic necessities with a fresh day.
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Art is informed by the life we lead, by our thoughts, experiences and desires. My blog posts are either streams of consciousness, wrestling with spiritual concepts or other experiences on this particular spiritual journey. For examples of how this translates into my art, please visit my gallery. Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Twice in my life, during my young and beautiful days, I was asked to be a `high-class´ call girl. The first guy who suggested it was someone I had worked with at Rank Xerox. He knew people who would pay huge amounts and it would all be very `classy´.

Since he also had a line in porn videos at that time, I took him at his word. And no, I didn´t remotely consider it. Not even for half a nano second.

The second time, the guy was someone I met through business networking, during the last recession. He used to be a millionaire but lost it in those troubled times.

I too was in desperate financial straits but politely turned him down. The thought of physical relations with some would be a no-no even if they were the last man on the planet. Money would be the very last reason for having sex with someone - and that was before my spiritual epiphany.

That is not intended as criticism of those who use their bodies as last resorts. Sad, but understandable.

Meanwhile, how do we define love? The earthly variety, that is. Paying lip service is not love. Anyone can say `I love you´. The proof is in the action. Proactive not reactive. Duty is not love unless it is done without prodding. Meaning to show one cares, that they are in mind. It´s probably too late to change, so I shouldn´t still care. But I do.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Euphrosene´s Gallery of Contemporary Spiritual Art & Cartoons

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Friday 12: Should our art be enough? Doubtful. Fascination with the person will always play a major part, so it is simplistic of Cliff Richard to expect his private life to go unremarked on. Even more stupid is being evasive as people will always make their own assumptions, so he has only himself to blame for internet chatter and it is rather late in the day to start explaining his sexuality as minds have already been made up.

That said, I have always thought he was a celibate whose whole life was centred round his art…

In these financially fraught times, more sales and commissions are always welcome but I am lucky in that I am not hurting (financially). Just my ego. However, belt-tightening has meant not taking holidays and I am always fascinated to see the people who can seem to afford to fly to warmer climes. But I do feel sorry for all concerned that yet another airline has bitten the dust. When will this cycle end?

Many years ago, I told one of the Nands a joke about the nature of schizophrenia. Trouble is I have forgotten the details and their version is too shaggy dog and not as funny (and neither is my potted version below) - so I tried to find it on the internet. Nothing.

The gist of the joke is: a journalist goes to a mental home and is shown around by someone she thinks is a worker. He is a patient, he tells her. Wondering why such an apparently normal person is there, he tells her there was a mistake and, as he is so charming, she agrees to look into it and help him. Taking her leave, she returns to her car, only to be flattened by a brick. Sitting up, struggling to focus, she hears a voice from above call out `you won´t forget, will you?´

Like I said, the original was much funnier, so if any readers can find it, do please email me or post it in the comments box. Thanks in advance.

art, sexuality, celibate, joke, schizophrenia