BadMormon

Lompyville

I’ve been doing a lot of impassioned off the cuff writing on my boards.  You can see a link to them in my menu bar.

It’s left me unfocused on the long form All-About-Me stuff I meant to concentrate on.  Which will consist of  me telling my stories about my life.  MEMEMEMEMMEEEEE!!!  I’m ok with that. :)  It is the decade of self-promotion and I’ll try to be a little bit humble and charming about it, at least.

But due to a rape in my artistic community, and a discussion thread on the boards about it with my friend telling her side, and the community struggling with how to deal with it, with previous happenings around it, with the loss of friends, with how strong of a stance to take, etc. I have not been blogging or linking or finding any funny videos.  Instead I am furiously typing my answers and feelings and policies, moderating replies, possibly losing my mind a little.

I am, of course, being a total bitch.  It works for me.  But again, I’m trying to be a fair bitch as well.  You’ll have to be the judge of that.

I am seeing a deep potential here for feeding thoughts, commentary and publicity between my blog, my boards, my artistic friends’ websites, and the blogging feminist, activist community.  A flow of information and ideas back and forth to work towards world peace, global care taking, and EVERY PERSON being treated decently.  (I’m a dreamer, what can I say.)

I have a lot of art to make that will say these things as well.  I see how this blog, this board and a group of friends can do that.

To get that ball rolling, well you have to have an UBER BRAND.  A name to exploit, color in, associate your personal dealings with.

Or a cool name for a webportal so me and my friends can try and get people to see what we’re doing.

Bad Mormon I’m keeping all to myself.

Lompyville, well, that’s a hard one.  It’s being used now but is it one to keep?

Lompyville was my first webpage online, before blogging software existed.  I had friends put it together and then I went in and learned enough html to create a new page, insert text, hyperlink, not difficult.

The name Lompyville itself goes back 13 years, The Boy was a baby and my relationship with his father was awful.

Wait, no, really, it goes back 16 years, when I moved to Sante Fe with my fiance, D.  He was a big guy who was into death metal and had a mohawk.  I was 19, living back with my mother in Utah in a tiny little town, working at the truckstop, having been there about 6 months after my crystal meth streak in Mesquite, NV had left me with my tail between my legs and a need to detox before I would never get out.

My best friend had convinced me to move in with her in Sante Fe.  After all I hadn’t been there before!  I said yes, we planed for April, I met D.  I proposed to D. and we packed the car my mom bought me (god do I owe that woman) and moved to New Mexico.

So we went and stayed with my friend for a week or two as we looked for an apartment and she introduced me to a book.  It was called Seth Speaks.  It is material channeled by Jane Roberts for an entity who has name himself Seth.  I believe he was designated as an Oversoul.  It’s a concept that takes the spirit guide/angel motif and sticks it to you that it’s really a bigger portion of yourself in the gestalt that is the tied together universe.  There was enough there for me then.

I read it and was hooked.  The thing was unlike most of the new age crap I had run across.  This stuff had some practical sense in there.  I haven’t read it in years and I don’t know how it would stand up today if I look at it but then, well, it seemed very helpful.  (I still have many many books, can’t quite throw them out.)

Things happened, life turned over and I ended up being 21 and heading for NY.  I had kept up my Seth reading but even in Sante Fe, the new age mecca of the west, the books were hard to find.

Bless the streets of new york and their tables of used items.  I not only found book after book I stumbled across some recent ones, put out by a small press with web addresses and emails in them.

I moved Nov 1993 to NYC.  I spent the week before the move at my brother’s house getting my first real taste of a virtual world.  He had AOL at $3 a minute, or something ridiculous like that, and I found chat rooms and I fell in love with my boyfriend, the Internet.  I believe you may have met him?  I don’t think the World Wide Web had started quite yet but was on it’s way.  Hell, I remember my roommate in Sante Fe coming in and telling me about this email thing he had just gotten at his job at the Community College!  SO freaking Cool!

So in 1994 I met baby daddy, got pregnant, ended up moving me and my books into his parents basement with Bdiddy (babydaddy) at about 8 months preggertime.  They had a computer with a modem.

The books told me how to get in touch with a Seth based community.  A MAILING LIST!!!!  What fun it was to get mail all day long, arguing points, discussing life, supporting each other through sucky things like human communities, in reality or in virtual, do everyday.  And the people from the mailing list started meeting in real life.  Crude web pages went up with photos and fun.

I was 25, my son was a 5 - 7 months old?  And I would escape from a house full of angry people, a babydaddy who was mean, and the depression of feeling I was trapped with no good way out and go on adventures with the crew.

At one point I became good friends with another young mom and she threw a get together at her lake house cottage upstate.  A few of us Sethites showed up, drank some booze, hung around a fire and pulled out the Ouija board.  Jane, the channeler of Seth, had started by doing research for a possible book by trying out the magical game.  We wanted to try it too.  The nicest thing about the Seth philosophy is that “the present is the point of personal power” which means right now you can change everything if you want.  Right now you have the power to do it.  And we wanted to do it.

Everyone had a turn.  Two of the women, a mother/daughter combo, had done this before and had a special dollar coin they liked to use.  It moved around, people put their fingers on it and Oversoul Naming began.

Well when I sat down it didn’t take long for my fingers and coin to start scratching across the board and the name to reveal itself.  L - O - M - P - Y.

really?

YES YES YES

You’re my Oversoul?

YES YES YES

Right, of course, because my Oversoul would be named Lompy.

We cracked up, prided ourselves on our rationality and knew that it took practice to get real results.  But I was called Lompy for a while.

The Ouija board turned into auto-writing at home for me and then I bought my own and then the marker would rush around faster than it could be read and the words would be in my head with personality and intonation and phrasing and his name changed to Kirt, then Josef and the finally, just before I quit channeling for good because I didn’t like the life it was leading me into, the responsibility of being a “magical” voice to others, Arabicus.

But during the channeling experiment I started my first web page “Lompyville: the world inside my head.”  I had many writings on many subjects and the name is near and dear to my heart.

And as I spontaneously splashed up the forum for my arty farty friends to get their internet interpersonal connections on I named it Lompyville, the vague idea of making it an actual virtual community and world influencing my decision but frankly, knowing me, wanting to remind myself of what a goofball I and everyone else truly is.  Of course I also just love it for no other reason than it is solely mine.

This was what 2, 3 weeks ago that Lompyville was reborn?  I’ve played with it, found some people like it, others don’t and as with all new things there are growing pains.  The design is slapped together and it is simply a limited board for discussions.

I have a vision though!  A wonderful vision of publicity and support and MERCHANDISING!!!! (Cause I’m always needing more cash flow, The Boy costs dollars and cents baby.)

That means a name.

And the horns of my dilemma.

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet”

Oh Juliette…  I think she is wrong in worrying about the smell of an individual object.  The name to humans matters and if Romeo had a different Family Name he would have been as sweet but I’m betting they wouldn’t have both died.

What do you think?  Comments?  Names?  HELP?

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