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Neal Pearce is a writer, poet, artist, Mouth of Open Doors/Universal locksmith/Cosmic Emissary, prophet (self-proclaimed!)... and obviously slightly mad too!

Alpine sorrows

12 September 2011

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photo of the top of a gold urn

And so in desperation - because it feels like the last resort...in darkest deepest Peru or somewhere, you phone The Samaritans. Now, I'm not knocking the sterling, (often thankless) service they provide all the time - night into day, at the end of the line...there where you get off, always on time... but, you cant help thinking - it's the same ol' thing; a bit like yodelling into a very deep well: all you seem to get back is the echo of your own passive rant. And I'll be honest, it feels like...

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The bearer of good fortune

26 July 2011

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dusty photo of a painting of a tawny owl

I am Tawny Nine-hoots, the owl in the old beech tree.

You have not been watching out for me, as I have for you; observing most keenly everything all around, from my high vantage.

Few among you know how sharp my vision is; seeing even those things which move inside you.

But do not be alarmed - you are not my prey. Besides, I have no appetite. My hunger is for looking; my desire is to show you what I see.

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A Fistful of Doughnuts starring Flint Feastgood

20 April 2011

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black and white image of Clint Eastwood

And out of the town of horses rode another: A hero on a sturdy mare (neither black nor white, nor grey) weilding his sword of truth with words. And he wore a coat from a not-to-distant time and space. Like a comet from a paralell world he rained... and he came in the name of peace; as a cosmic emissary, imparting all he knew of the new time, soon to come. And With its promise of better things for all, his t-shirt proclaimed: I work for The Architect of the Stars. I come  to dismantle your...

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The Mouth of Open Doors opens his mouth to speak about fixed (inflexible) beliefs and horizons of the unfixed eye

14 April 2011

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gold design on a blue pair of jeans titled horizons of the unfixed eye

It is essential that everybody acquires some fixed/set beliefs through childhood into adult life. As individuals and in society our survival depends on it. Without absorbing common truths and facts, even basic functioning would be impossible, as would shared tasks. However, the downside of becoming too reliant on fixed/set beliefs in order to navigate and progress through life is that all too easily we find ourselves substantiating/justifying things which are far from concrete...

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Jolly Captain Seamus O'Nemesis: Starfleet Commander USS Altercourse; star date 6561

7 April 2011

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Gold Buddha statue

Few people stop to think why it might be that humour is such a boost/lift for ones spirits. It's really simple. The answer lies in the fact that humour (often precipitating laughter - even tears!) is our higher dimensional spirit's antedote/relief from what is the Godforsaken lower spirit/mortal being's knotty terrestrial realm. The trouble is that our higher (or cosmic spirit/being) really doesn't appreciate the constraints of its lower Earthly counterpart's mortal spoil. Basically, Our cosmic...

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Professor Stephen Strangely chats about the impending spacetime tsunami, over a pot of tea...

28 March 2011

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Hopefully it's all just a storm in a tea cup; but apparently something's been going on... a little hiccup, you might say. It started at the furthest reaches of the ever expanding universe (it needs some sort of gastric band if you ask me) roughly around supper time a Graham's number of years ago. What happened was, for some (unsurprisingly) unearthly reason the hyperspacial vortices caused the universe to have something of a micro peristaltic spasm; which meant that for a nanosecond it...

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The Mouth of open doors (one man) speaks

10 March 2011

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a book of thirty small black and white diagrams made of short lines - all slightly different from each other

"I will have this to say when they descend on me in their hacking, vulture-like hoards... "You will hear much said about me, I'm sure; some of it no doubt uncomplimentary. "What can I say except: hey, I'm only human too! And don't forget, any tree (great or small) dirties its roots in the rich and gritty clod of the earth. "So I ask you not to crowd, rush or crush me... I do not have all the answers, but I do have an impressive set of keys (or rather one rather special skeleton key) at mine and...

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That ol' chestnut, by doctor and sexologist Rodger Sucksmutt-frottage DP, SnM

10 March 2011

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It may come as no surprise to you, to learn that the spectrum of sexuality is as broad as it is Rubenesque... and too, surprisingly blurred...or is it just my glasses? Unfortunately in the pursuit of clarity and classification, we rather clunkily (albeit out of necessity) have, for practical reasons, divided sexuality into tit-bit sized categories I shall detail Presbyterally... So, (without wishing to upset anyone) I've set them in no special order, as follows: heterosexual, homosexual,...

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Neal Pearce: The man with no lame horse

2 March 2011

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cover for a fistful of dollars with a picture of clint eastwood, photographed on a shirt

And out of the town of horses rode another:  a hero on a sturdy mare (neither black nor white, nor grey) wielding his sword of truth with words. And he wore a coat from a not-too-distant time and place. Like a comet from a parallel world he rained... and he came in the name of peace; as a cosmic emissary, imparting all he knew of the new time, soon to come. And With its promise of better things for all, his t-shirt proclaimed:                    I               ...

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Wise words from Ozymandias Wizard (little big man in the shoes of Shelley)

10 February 2011

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picture of an old key, a gold cross and and white crystal against a red backgorund

The First address This is Neal Pearce (rearrange the letters) cosmic emissary/mouth of open doors/universal locksmith etc,etc. Having spent nearly 44 long hard years of quiet, patient observation, it's now time I spoke. I'll be honest, all of this has made me a little cross - yes! the one you can see in the photo... sorry, I couldn't resist the pun!) But seriously...It's 11.30 on Wednesday the 9th of February 2011 and I have a brief, but important message for you (the first of many). Deny the...

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The Sea of Time Prophecies of Catesby, stills and Nash

31 January 2011

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illustration of a 17th century pirate

Picture this: it's an ordinary Monday afternoon; the time could be 16:05,and I could be John Johnson (aka Guy Fawkes) undiscovered. But don't be mistaken - I'm no terrorist bent on murder and mayhem. Mine is a kind bomb; more 37 chapters than barrels (one for luck you see!) Each strategically positioned right under all those bloody stupid things you believe and are anchored to - you masturbankers! I'm sorry, but you need to be told. It's just that a storm comes this way - a very omenous storm,...

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Professor Stephen Strangely chats about the impending space-time tsunami, over a pot of tea...

30 January 2011

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Hopefully it's all just a storm in a tea cup; but apparently something's been going on... a little hiccup, you might say. It started at the furthest reaches of the ever expanding universe (it needs some sort of gastric band if you ask me) roughly around supper time a Graham's number of years ago. What happened was, for some (unsurprisingly) unearthly reason the hyperspacial vortices caused the universe to have something of a micro peristaltic spasm; which meant that for a nanosecond it...

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Dark Lord Darth Sarsen catches up with his spleen in this latest offering from the ramblers club

26 January 2011

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Victorian medical drawing of a spleen

My Morbid Spleen The stars looked beautiful tonight; but for some strange reason the dead man at the bus stop came to mind again I keep seeing myself giving him a gentle nudge; but the lemons in his fruit machine had stuck just out of sight. And the woman next to me screamed like an ambulance up my arse; while the girl (so strangely green) to one side muttered "cool" and snapped a picture on her phone. I heard the coroner had said his wife hadn't long been taken by her maker, and they'd buried...

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Fred Schnitzel ponders the expansion of the universe in his new DAO blog

23 January 2011

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Fred photographed on a wooden throne in Winchester Cathedral

Today my uncle (whose recently been tinkling around with reverse engineering) told me that he'd sooped up his vacuum cleaner to such a degree that he was concerned he might be held accountable for throwing the expansion of the universe into reverse. I tactfully put it to him that he was off on another grandiose guilt trip, and that he ought to channel his creativity through a practical accelerator and invent something so useful that its usefulness may forever remain elusive, just as I was...

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