FIRST INTERVENTION #THEALCHEMYPROJECT #CURE #MATERIAMEDICA #BOOKOFHEARTS #DYAD #TRIAD #LOVE

This beautiful song can be spun three ways!  Isn’t that the most beautiful thing?

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WE NEED THREE WAYS TO SEE THIS AS AS A CURE!

INSERT THESE THREE WORDS:

HE

SHE

YOU

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*Experiential Process Notes

When i heard this last night it sang straight into my heart.  This is a blast of pure love, as sung from a male perspective.  My experience of what he is singing made me weep.  Let me show you an image that defines the FEELING I had when I heard it.  This is a painting of Magritte’s.

But I am choosing this image because the first group of people I want to see the ALCHEMY PROJECT treat are the very wounded emos.  How are we to do that?  I don’t know.  But McLuhan would say that “the medium is the message” so the way that the deep psyche works?  We are just going to insert CURE into the collective at the same time we tell deep intrapsychic truths.

I remember the first time I saw the little red heart attached to my WP posts in here?  It made me really smile.

When we think about SEMANTICS of IMAGE, MEANING and SYMBOLISM as I give you this image?  And if you are listening to the song?  Based on what I just told you?

What could you reflect back to me in a youtube visual with words and music about what I just said above?

Thank you! xxoo!

* INTERVENTION PROCESS NOTES – FRAMING INTERVENTION BY EDITING “INTENT” Same message different audience.

SONG LYRICS to “SHE”

http://www.metrolyrics.com/she-lyrics-elvis-costello.html

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She may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I’ll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She