Yolande Villemaire

Hiking up the hills in the Laurentian mountains on this gorgeous day.

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After my initiatic journey to Egypt last May, I was sharing with my friend Bleu and a few other friends a poem I had written on the dunes by the Saint-Lawrence River while on another initiatic journey in Tadoussac (Quebec) late June. Bleu as well as the others are « virtual friends »: we meet regularly in the virtual world of Second Life, discussing the nature of reality and sharing our experiences. Here is a log of the session where I shared the work in progress that became  the poem Artisan of light: http://bit.ly/lIwnxv

I had only a few lines by then:
 

My name is Rose

I come from another time

I am here to reveal secrets

From the House of Dreams

My name is Rose

I am a poet

I am Shekmet

Solar goddess of Egypt

With a lion head

I free from fear

At the mention of Shekmet, Bleu who has also travelled to Egypt a few years ago, declared she would like to create a Shekmet avatar. In Second Life, we drive « avatars » and we go by different names: I am Eden Haiku and my friend Bleu Oleander’s First Life name is Patty Barnes: http://pattybarnes.com/ She’s an artist in what we also call RL ( Real Life)  and she has been organizing since 1983 with her husband Thomas Houlon the Spirit of the Senses salons involving both artists and scientists : :http://bit.ly/q2Ej1T. There are about 300 members in their group which is based in Phoenix, Arizona but they also visit artist’s studios in New York City or meet with movie directors in Los Angeles.

I have known Bleu for about a year and a half, ever since she joined Play as Being (our discussion group). She was almost a newbie in Second Life and I saw her talents bloom in front of my very eyes: she learnt to build in no time, created new costumes for her avatar, and started creating Second Life salons as well.

When she heard I was a poet, she got curious and invited me to give a poetry reading in her Virtual studio on April 11th 2010. I had been giving a few poetry readings in Second Life  by then but still didn’t have that much material written in English. So I suggested I would share the hour with my friend Ulrich Lionheart, who’s also a French-speaking poet from Montreal who writes in English in Second Life. We had met at a Burning Life poetry event the year before and he had given me tips about interesting joints for poetry events in Second Life like The Blue Angel.I was also a bit nervous about my French accent. Even though Ulrich’s French accent is much lighter than mine, I felt sharing the difficulty would feel easier. And it did: the audience found our accent « charming ».

Bleu then launched the Art of Being project and many of the 60 or so «guardians» of Play as Being [see http://bit.ly/nDpEai] participated: exhibiting Second Life snapshots, creating sculptures, and even performances. I created The PaB Neighbourhood cafe in that context: http://bit.ly/oMcqz0.

This Being recorded project of Art of Being, was part of the 3rd year anniversary celebration of Play as Being, a group launched by Pema Pera ( who in Real Life is Piet Hut, an astrophysicist of Princeton University who shares his time between New York and Tokyo). Inspired by the performances of the celebrations, Storm Nordwind, the platform visual engineer of Play as Being Village then built The Molecule Theater and created the Being Theater Players. I emceed the premiere which included three performances on June 12th 2011: 3’03 » by Bleu Oleander The Bell by Storm Nordwind ( with Zen Arado) and  Sakura Dreams  by Sunshine Vayandar (with Eliza Madrigal). Our friend Yakuzza Lethecus was helping with the spots and subtitles.

When Bleu expressed interest for my work in progress and
asked if I would do a performance for the next Being Theater Players event on July 31st, I realized I didn’t have much time for Second Life rehearsals in July ( after all, I’m spending the summer in the country to write a novel :-).  So I suggested I was going to complete the poem and give it to her so she could use it in her performance if she’d like.

So I did, adapting the work to her: « My name is Rose » became  » My name is Bleu » and « I am a poet/ I am Shekmet » became  » I am an artist/ I am Shekmet ». I wrote the poem very fast, letting myself be inspired by what I knew about her, and by her latest creation: the sun house she just built with pictures of recent explosions of the sun. At the end of the June 27th session, she invited all of us to visit her new house where we teleported happily ( yes, we teleport and we fly on Second Life as you see in the video!).

And then, a few days ago, I found in my emails a link to this amazing, marvelous video that Bleu Oleander/Patty Barnes created with my poem. I felt so honoured by the way she says Artisan of Light, by the images she created for it, I was moved to tears. And it was her very first video! I was in awe!!!

Bleu first hesitated about sharing the video before the performance, but now she feels it’s fine to post it and share it. The live performance will be different: there will be music and spectacular special effects, so the video won’t spoil the fun.

In fact, I’m posting it to invite you to the performance that will be held on Sunday July 31st , noon SLT (that’s Pacific Time) at the Molecule Theater in Second Life. All you need to do is to create a Second Life account ( it’s free), choose any standard avatar ( you can change it later) and send me a message for making a reservation ( here or on Twitter  

 @edenhaiku or at yolandevillemaire@gmail.com). I will then let you know how to get there (easy: I will teleport you in!) and how to set your preferences so you can hear!

Bleu’s performance will be spectacular, I’m sure. There will also be three other interesting and mysterious performances by Storm Nordwind, Aphrodite McBain and SophiaSharon Larnia ( I don’t know much about these yet, all this is kept very secret:-)

If you also want to read the poem Artisan of Light, I already posted it here on June 29th: just scroll down a few posts.

I love sitting and exercising on a carpet of moss surrounded by spruce trees. This morning was a challenge: had to zap out the lawn mowing noise from a neighbor who has a huge lawn.

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Il a fait si beau qu’on a pu souper dehors ?? 7 heures du soir.

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::::::Under dark spruce trees
::::::Looking up at the nightfall
::::::Guardians of silence #haiku

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Il y a plein de geais bleus cette ann??e. Pas encore r??ussi ?? en photographier un. Il fait beau, l’air est bon.

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a poem by Eden Haiku

for a performance by Bleu Oleander 

at the Molecule Theater

a skybox over Play as Being Village

in Second Life virtual world

on July 31st 2011

My name is Bleu  I come from another time   I am here   To reveal secrets   From the House of Dreams  I am an artist   I am Shekmet   Solar goddess of Egypt   I free from fears   I am the fire lion   Sitting in the desert  I am the Sphinx   My name is Bleu   I come from an ancient past   I come from the future   I am here   To reveal secrets     From  ancient humanities   As well as    From the New World

This pectoral   Shining on my chest    Is a gift   From Atlantean humanity   It’s a vibratory collar   Turquoises above my plexus   Emeralds on my heart   Saphires at my throat   Synchronizing my chakras   So I make peace with the world    As it is   My name is Bleu   I am an artist   I am Shekmet    Solar goddess of Egypt   I dispel darkness   I am the fire lion   Sitting in the desert   Over underground cities of pyramids   Where ancient humanities   Stored records   Akashik memories   Burnt on hard solar disks   Still to be discovered   By archeologists of your time   I am here   To reveal secrets   From the House of Dreams   I am here   To craft a New World   From the black granite of this world  9 seconds by 9 seconds   Breathing in and out   Waking up to my power   Being born again   And again    Every 15 minutes   Listening to inner bells   Crystal bowls singing   In all seven dimensions   Crystal bowls singing   As I move into the fourth dimension   My name is Bleu   I am standing in front   Of the great pyramid of Egypt  I am connecting with Orion   White and blue rainfall   Of stars   I am painting ‘blue riders’   And blue nudes from a blue period   I paint in International Klein Blue       On prehistoric caves      And I build sun houses     In virtual worlds   I create and I fly    Crystal bowls singing   To the fifth dimension   Of pure love   And pure ecstasy   Kingdom of Shambhala    Glistening topaz portals   Indigo chimeras   Violet winged angels   The kiss of Shiva still on my lips   I teleport to the sixth dimension   Finding myself in a cloister in Assisi   Sitting with master Francis   Surrounded by pandas, rabbits, firefoxes   And other blue dragonlets   Healing their wounds    Bathing in an ocean of love    Moving together to the seventh dimension   Beings of light   Beings being   My name is Bleu   I come from another time   I am here    To reveal secrets   From the House of Dreams   Of Indian Tribes   In the Arizona desert   I am Shekmet   Solar goddess of Egypt   I dispel darkness   My name is Bleu   I am an artist   An artisan of light   An artisan of the New World

:::::: Black glistening back
:::::: Her heart a rose crystal wave
:::::: A whale is diving

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