The Colonel’s Teepee


by Rawclyde!


Col. Sheena Johnson

U.S. Army legend

Sets-up a teepee above Pluckame

High on the mountain ridge


Here she hones her arrowheads

& prays to St. Joan of Arizona

Her ex-Taliban husband Habibullah



Young enchantress Mamoodia

The other Sufi archer of Pluckame


Her bow vibrant & arrows a quiver


Life in a Sufi bubble

Has it’s ups & downs

But mostly it floats

Miracles often occur



Sheena becomes so angelic

She sprouts wings

Every curve of her body



And Habibullah swears



To heaven 


Afghaneeland Adventure Series | Old Timer Chronicle II



To Thwart The Jihadist Insurgents

I would love to see Sufism in Afghanistan & Hinduism in India get a choke hold on the Wahhabi Movement in Pakistan & kill it.  Peace would be more likely in the region.  This is what I would most cherish after researching, reporting on, and poetically allying myself with Afghanistan for about a year now.

Most of the Christians out of the United States & Europe are getting out of the way & going home.  The Afghan National Army & Police & citizens of Afghanistan stay.  They stay & fight for their freedom & fledgling democracy.  They fight the Wahhabi-tainted & intolerant Taliban.  What’s going to take place in Afghanistan now will be, to say the very least, interesting ~ and, alas, bloody.

The religious connotations of the ongoing Afghanistan War, I believe, cannot be denied.  I believe matters of spirituality cannot be denied anywhere.  But I’ve never been to war as an individual, just a citizen of a nation gone to war.  Being an American, this is a common thing for my countrymen & me.

It will be nice ~ when the Taliban succumb to the efforts for peace & become monks somewhat like they were originally.  I’m sure most people don’t believe this will happen.  But I pray.

Old Timer Chronicle II, this blog, has been covering the Afghanistan War for a wee bit more than a year, from September, 2013, to October, 2014. Some research of the war’s earlier years has been included.  Sufism, a version of Islam popular amongst Afghans, is explored & Hinduism, out of India, is touched upon.  Some of St. Paul’s work represents Christianity on this blog.  Wahhabism, a blood-thirsty perversion of Islam,  can be explored on a link or two.  My favorite TV news commentators, Alex Wagner & Harris Faulkner, dropped by a few times via my shenanigans.

Today Old Timer Chronicle II has 90 subscribers.  It was removed from the forum some time ago.  By whom?  Why?  Maybe the NSA is doing its job protecting U.S. citizens, like myself, from blood-letting Jihadists.

Also, I wrote a narrative verse that consists of forty episodes entitled “Afghaneeland” in this issue of the Old Timer.  I’ve promoted it as Afghanistan’s new Iliad.  That makes me the Homer of Afghanistan.  Ain’t that somethin’?  I’ve never been there.

Among the characters that evolved out of my poetical efforts on this blog, thrives the young Afghan woman, Mamoodia.  She’s an idealistic, unrealistic, but promising, beautiful character, evolved out of Nuristan province.  Now she endures in the world of literature ~ to thwart unscrupulous Taliban ~ forever!


Young Afghan Mamoodia pulls an arrow out of her quiver



Yours truly



Sail With Me!

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O mind that wanders

through this momentary world,

the transcendental vessel of Goddess Tara

has cast anchor in the harbor.

Come swiftly if you wish to board the wondrous ship

that bears souls to the truth.


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Untie the complex mental knots

that moor you to the mundane realm.

Unfurl the bright sail Tara, Tara, Tara.

Ply with vigor the oars of contemplation

if you wish to set sail

and cross the stormy ocean of delusion.




Stop purchasing cheap experiences

from the bazaar of habit and convention.

Cease this aimless browsing.

Your brief day of earthly life is almost over,

leaving you only the fleeting hours

of twilight and evening.

What more can you learn from bartering and bickering

in the marketplace of desire?




This avid voyager of the Mother sings:

“Courage!  Courage!  Be courageous!

Sail with me!  Sail with me!

Break free forever from imaginary bondage,

from selfish grasping, from separate individuality!”




poem by Lex Hixon

painting by Michael Parkes


Introducing Kali

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Laments the singer of this mystic hymn:

“Everyone will laugh at my attempt to swim the shoreless sea of her reality,

but my soul belongs to her and my heart delights in longing…”


Kali conventional

The Mother of the Universe is my queen

and I am subject only to her…


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This useless poet laments:

“My commitment to tilling the ground of my being

is neither consistent or deep.

Yet how intensely I long, O Mother,

to taste your most intimate presence,

to merge my soul with the radiance

of your dark blue wisdom feet!”



This desperate poet prays:

“O Mother of the Universe,

please sever with your brilliant sword of wisdom

the bonds of egocentric thought and action,

and allow my soul’s light to rise

through the crown of my head,

the gateway to total illumination…”


Timswit's Kali


Her playful poet sings:

“Fearlessly celebrating the beauty of Ma Kali,

I throw the dust of pure devotion

into the eyes of Death

and easily elude its clumsy grasp…”

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Kali & likely the soldier pictured here are Hindu, India


quotes from

Mother of the Universe

Visions of the Goddess and Tantric Hymns of Enlightment

by Lex Hixon