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It’s all in the can man, ready to go. I can’t wait babe. This is a huge milestone for me and my music. I feel like an 8-year-old kid standing in line to see Star Wars for the 22nd time, for the first time, which I did at the Chrisanta Twin in Theater, Mission Viejo […]
SAVE THE DATE! “MANZANA” My 5 Song Album Drops on Apple Music, Spotify, et al: 09/16/2024
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Happy Sunday to all my Beaches and Horrors out there! Today I offer you a new podcast episode, about 30 mins long as they have been as of late.
In this one, I take on chapter one of the original book. I did “Call of The Wild” this way, doing an episode on each chapter and a culminating episode with guests where I reviewed the modern film. I figure I’ll repeat that with this fucken awesome dime store novel. Wanna be on the final? Hit me up. I got stories of my beaches and horrors. Meet me and them, always for free at RileyOnFilm.com
Love and sexual content aplenty here! (I’m still single, Doh!)
Yours,
Damien S, Riley, American Humorist
–ABOUT–
Damien S. Riley is an American humorist, a creator of music, books, and a podcast on film & literature titled, “Riley on Film.” It’s available on Spotify but is also syndicated and available across most modern platforms.
But ALL places host it, I think! Let me know if you’d like it in your special squeeze box, I can slide it in anywhere. I’m a techie that way.
More than just a blog film critic, Damien creates online across 3 modalities. His online stuff all comes together at The Loft, his eclectic blog: RileyOnFilm.com Ready to listen? Here we gooooooooooooo! I hope you enjoy.
Early faith refers to the heavens as “up above” but the direction is relative. To a Chinaman, for example, these heavens I now see are are down below his feet and the dirt on the other side of the globe, etc. We are riding a spinning sphere. Paul and the gang didn’t know that yet.
Makes you wonder what else they elaborated on and explained imperfectly. And what we blindly accept as gospel truth today
In one of the gospels in scripture it says women should have their heads covered for the sake of Angels in our midst. That was explained to me by a relative authority at Calvary Chapel when I used to go there as referring to the prostitutes that had become Christians. Paul acknowledges they had the freedom “in Christ” to not cover their heads but he was telling them to cover their heads for the sake of the onlookers who had not yet been baptized, or converted you know.
It’s bad optics.
That’s what Angels actually means, according to the Pastor, so they don’t think Christianity is just a bunch of sluts and whores. Make sure Wonder what angels are anyway.
I’m never going to give up my illusion of my guardian angel because he’s me. To me this could be one of the early examples in scripture of religious folk giving a shit what other people think.
I almost got sucked into a full-on Christian call that’s been around for probably 40-50 years called the assembly. I was going to move into what’s called a shepherding home. Mostly cuz I was lonely. Good thing my dad alerted me to the weirdness of what they were talking about and I didn’t get into it.
I have reasons for my reticence about Christianity.
If interested why I feel I have earned the authority to think and write about Christianity, check out my spiritual resume, of sorts, I made for the angels in my midst.
Okay so confession time. This is something that’s been happening to me lately a lot. I’ve been meaning to write about it, because when I write about it I pay attention to it it’s just the life of a blogger you wouldn’t know, most likely.
I’ll be missing my wallet say for example because lazy ass me didn’t put it in the drawer where it belongs. So I jump to Alzheimer’s suspicion. Then I jump to child suspicion: child stole it suspicion. And this doesn’t just happen at home this happens everywhere I go if I’m missing something I go right to blaming someone and every time I find it.
Let me repeat that: every time I feel paranoia that someone stole my s*** I find it.
So the next time I can’t find something I’m going to sit down and meditate or I’m going to forget the f*** about it because it’s going to turn up and I’m going to stop the paranoia the judging and the blaming. ✌️
Woman search status: ongoing.
They pay me to come here and teach.
Moment of silence babe.
O, Christopher Lee, you zany Sado maso 🙂 and as usual snapshots from my private world! It’s a heavy dose of, that’s right babe, my Online Diary!! Come on in. 18+ only please !
09/02/2024 – “All Caught Up’ Homeshow – 1 of 4 songs I’m posting from the show
Lyrics: A little child inside Hears owls hoot The radiant evening’s soon Games are played Streetlight Approved In the Crackle of the Wind A little Raven head steps up to the stool to see the moon from a ragged room A night dress is hemmed at a mother’s spool In the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh A song is played in some dark room Someone’s heart is deeply moved Season’s change their different hues in the Crackle of the Wind And I can hear the wind sing Way Oh Way Oh
Words and music by the man singing and playing guitar, Damien S. Riley
