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[Mar. 11th, 2007|03:01 pm] |
sometimes when I encounter a gist that trying to be carried across the tv, I wonder who exactly it is meant for. Is anyone else realizing these stupid little sexual inuendos that spring up time to time? If you dont, then most likely your indoctrinated- I mean, Ive always wondered why my observations are seen as far-fetched or eccentric. For instance, in the new Burger King commercial where the guy has ballerinas dancing around him and whatnot.... at the end one reaches into his front pocket and moves her hand around for a while and pulls out a dollar. Then the guy looks up at the STUPID FUCKING BK mascot and smiles and nods. Ok? Are you insinuating that you like having a girl fiddle around in youir pocket? Are you also insinuating that the BK mascot guy is the source of this profound arousal? retards.
am I wrong in deeming Burger King and the people (as well as thier families) who made this commercial as being fucking retards? Does shit like this ever work? I guess so, seeing that Burger King has captured the market of "working men"; the kind that drive vans for a living, who are too narrow-minded to enter a Panera so they go through the fucking drive-thru at BK to order some future heart attacks. And shall we be heart-broken when they die at age 60? Not that Im setting a standard, but these fucking men are disgusting; you know, the excess working population whose working hours and job description have made them into LUMPS that walk around not giving a shit about anything. Except MEAT and convenience.
One could more easily grasp the existence of classism just by going into a supermarket.
Whole Foods is where elyse and I usually get our food.
Walking into Whole Foods last night, blazed out of my MIND, I noticed an overwhelming pattern: PEOPLE WERE ACTUALLY BROWSING THE SHELVES AND LOOKING AT INGREDIENTS. (not to mention that people in there doing this were more attractive than those who do not frequent the store)
Granted, most of them may be from middle to upper class areas- its odd how that works. The "new" rich (not old money people) seem to be endowed with the knowledge of food/body relations. Meanwhile you walk into a fucking King Kullen in a shit town like Farmingdale or something and you see these grotesque monsters moaning and walking with damn RETARDS always working the cashier. Nothing against retards, but it reflects perfectly the clientele. Makes them feel at home, or, for once, a bit more superior.
Cows cows and cows. Drink up cows. Theres milk everywhere for you.
If someone was to come to America and just walk around a damn supermarket they would mist likely be AMAZED, FLABERGHASTED, STUNNED by the amount of SHIT that you all chow down on. Now, I am far from a preaching dietician ::smirk:: but you all have to realize that what you put INTO your body, EVENTUALLY BECOMES YOUR BODY. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2007|07:53 pm] |
in the movie "Running with Scissors", there's a scene in which a superabundantly Freudeian psychiatrist, in response to the main character's youthful esoteric outrages, sighs rasther deeply and utters "oh, who would be without the nightmare of adolescence..."
something along those lines, I dont have a transcript in front of me. The point being expressed to a better degree in the movie itself, due to its symbolic gesture- namely the Freudian psychiatrist's break from character and shedding light on a theme not so unlike the one of eternal recurrence.
But to adolescence: what the hell? Its interesting to note that mostly all of the popular roster from those times have had thier titles severly diminished ever since. You know, the quarterback senior year is now going on his third consecutive year after dropping out of that scholarship he was offered. The gum-chewing prom queens and her social escapades now seem more like an elaborately planned hoax, whose purpose was one of distortion and misdirection. If one studies history (of anything) it becomes possible to trace the program's initial conception, in this case the theme of prom queen, and furthermore the creator his or her self!!
When done on larger scales, for instance, in searching for the creator of the Chrisitian protocol, it bears larger and larger implications. When done on an even larger scale, example being the search for a universal "first-cause", the idea of there being a causal chain in itslef comes under ontological scrutiny.
...this is precisely when you realize that you should chew some psylocybin mushrooms and at least introduce yourself to an independant syntax.
I was thinking about how certain people grow bored while smoking pot. I think it becomes necessary to form a behavioral instinct that allows you to feel a sense of wonder. When? At times when the context is completely outside of the utilitarian theories of evolution that have become so popular. Take for instance sitting in a car in a parking lot. Or on a couch in a living space. The time filling up the spikes of utilitarian actions such as work and such. In these areas of "free time", that have been the combined result of a hyperactive market and increasing evolutionary frequency, should be used for what advantage? In what direction shall this time be directed, and by whom?
We can easily escape this sophistry if we plant ourselves outside this verbal ditch. There, now I am not in the bullshit quagmire of contemplating "what can be more to our advantage?" theories. I dont see that as being a valid question anymore. I ask, rather, "can we first contemplate this immense shift from the haired ape?"
Such high frequencies of evolution at this point, as of today just as of classical times, allow oneself the freedom to think about, process, speculate, and form views about those times in the past when there was a drastically smaller amount of immediate information to work with.
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in the movie "Running with Scissors", there's a scene in which a superabundantly Freudeian psychiatrist, in response to the main character's youthful esoteric outrages, sighs rasther deeply and utters "oh, who would be without the nightmare of adolescence..."
something along those lines, I dont have a transcript in front of me. The point being expressed to a better degree in the movie itself, due to its symbolic gesture- namely the Freudian psychiatrist's break from character and shedding light on a theme not so unlike the one of eternal recurrence.
But to adolescence: what the hell? Its interesting to note that mostly all of the popular roster from those times have had thier titles severly diminished ever since. You know, the quarterback senior year is now going on his third consecutive year after dropping out of that scholarship he was offered. The gum-chewing prom queens and her social escapades now seem more like an elaborately planned hoax, whose purpose was one of distortion and misdirection. If one studies history (of anything) it becomes possible to trace the program's initial conception, in this case the theme of prom queen, and furthermore the creator his or her self!!
When done on larger scales, for instance, in searching for the creator of the Chrisitian protocol, it bears larger and larger implications. When done on an even larger scale, example being the search for a universal "first-cause", the idea of there being a causal chain in itslef comes under ontological scrutiny.
...this is precisely when you realize that you should chew some psylocybin mushrooms and at least introduce yourself to an independant syntax.
I was thinking about how certain people grow bored while smoking pot. I think it becomes necessary to form a behavioral instinct that allows you to feel a sense of wonder. When? At times when the context is completely outside of the utilitarian theories of evolution that have become so popular. Take for instance sitting in a car in a parking lot. Or on a couch in a living space. The time filling up the spikes of utilitarian actions such as work and such. In these areas of "free time", that have been the combined result of a hyperactive market and increasing evolutionary frequency, should be used for what advantage? In what direction shall this time be directed, and by whom?
We can easily escape this sophistry if we plant ourselves outside this verbal ditch. There, now I am not in the bullshit quagmire of contemplating "what can be more to our advantage?" theories. I dont see that as being a valid question anymore. I ask, rather, "can we first contemplate this immense shift from the haired ape?"
Such high frequencies of evolution at this point, as of today just as of classical times, allow oneself the freedom to think about, process, speculate, and form views about those times in the past when there was a drastically smaller amount of immediate information to work with.
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|03:46 pm] |
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I dont know who in thier right mind would ever ask me this question- BUT, if someone ever asked me what I think of the Greeks, I would instruct them to form an image of a mysterious Pythia sitting on a stool that is itself straddling a fissure in the earth. Out of this fissure is rising a translucent white steam. Furthermore, Pyhtia's facial expressions seem to be distorted by the hot steam and her lips move in vein, as in trying to relay a message from one concentric dimension to another, in making slightly intelligible responses to the seeker's questions.
From this intervention with the breath of the earth itself, the seeker then goes on, trying his best to relay the now further-refined message, from the mouth of earth, to the blooming human standing in front of him.
Night and day Pythia stays there in the temple; beautiful as pure knowledge could ever appear to the human frame of reference.
Diodorus- SPEAK!!! TELL!!!:
"Echecrates the Thessalian, having arrived at the shrine and beheld the virgin who uttered the oracle, became enamoured of her because of her beauty, carried her away and violated her; and the Delphians because of this deplorable occurrence passed a law that in future a virgin could no longer prophecy, but that an elderly woman ... would declare the oracles and she would be dressed in the costume of a virgin as a sort of reminder of the prophetess of olden times."
"The Pythia resembles a shamaness at least to the extent that she communicates with her [deity] while in a state of trance, and conveys as much to those present by uttering unintelligible words. [cf. Spirit Language, Mircea Eliade]. It is particularly striking that she sits on a cauldron supported by a tripod, [reiterating the triad of the great goddess]. This eccentric perch can hardly be explained except as a symbolic boiling, and, as such, it looks very much like a reminiscence of the initiatory boiling of the shaman translated from hallucinatory experience into concrete visual terms. It was in this same cauldron, probably, that the Titans boiled Dionysus in the version of the story known to Callimachus and Euphorion, and his remains were interred close by".
-Martin Litchfield West, The Orphic Poems, p.147
I always keep in mind things of this nature whenever reading or speaking about anything relating to ancient Greece; whether it be the philosophy, the literature, or the wars; above all else, they were willing to lend a large part of themselves over to the unknown- accepting a realm of uncertainty and unknowability- and, from this on, creating philosophical systems and such. That, of course, is the distinctive break we have from them- "we" connotating the idea of a "Western" cultural macrosystem, and "them" referring to the classical civilizations which are supposedly the foundation of the western systems. Although we bear many things in common with them, at least in rhetorical moral ideas and statments such as "democracy" and "justice", we still just pass over the a prioristic facts of the matter. A major one being the extreme religiosity that served as sprouting ground for thier subsequent customs and beliefs. If only it was acheivable once again.... the irony of the situations. In other words: all of our quarrels and beliefs that we cling to and present to others are, in reality, mere representations of higher, truer ideals and forms.
My hypothesis of someone never asking me what I think of the Greeks is not the issue; the point is in showing that questions themselves of any intelligent or creative nature, outside of the academic setting, are rarely asked. What Im starting to realize is that in classical times, it was probably not so uncommon for someone to bring up such topics.
Some may speculate that the reason for this is that over time we have found out the answers to such problems and it no longer has any meaning to ask such questions.
Im not too sure about that. Try applying that theory right now. Next freind you run into, sit down with them and bring up subjects such as what is art, beauty, justice, religion, etc. It will probably get awkward, if not outright silly. But the point again, is that moderns lack such references (ie- the classical form of myths and legends) from which to spring to any speculative revelation or point of view. There IS NO BASIS to regard as a commonality.
In trying to elaborate a point more, Plutarch may make reference to homeric legends.
In doing so, he instantaneously relays the refined definition to everyone speaking his language. "Oh yes, if it resembles the murder of Agamemnon I understand what he is describing must've be like".
Cicero may make reference to injustices of past divine affairs.
The next question is: what are the modern commonalities analogous to these of classical times? Be honest. Dont think about you or your creative intuitive process.... think about the times. The random person, not necessarily having the personality or intellectual agility as you... the ever-diverse populations reflecting EVER AND EVER diverse market genres and subdivions. Whats the commonality?
At first thought- which is right this moment- I cannot go on to name any, other than simplistic logical definitions such as the directions of "up" and "down".
What DOES jump out at me is the possibility that the process of creating a persona, a faction consisting of a singular self, is the dominant, affirming behavioral tendency in us western-hemisphered people. Western-hemisphered not just geographically, but mentally.
Ourselves dominated by distinction, rigidity, and analytical empiricism.
With this in mind, what can be more distinct, rigid, and utilitarian than a massive microcosm entitled a "personality". This can be seen more clearly if we also think about the power we have given and ennobled these things with. They are ours; we, by our own freedom, create them; they will guide us through thick and thin.
What happens when they come across a situation where they are threatened into becoming the vesitigal remninsce of a "pack outcast"? Well, we all know what they do: they adapt. But not the kind of adaption that Darwin speaks of, or the concept that has come to see adaption as being, axiomatically, a "good" process- but rather an adaption that, within the environment of highly accelerative market conditions, proves to be disastrous to the idea of "free will" itself.
The critical theorists of the 1920's and 30's saw this most clearly and took it upon themselves to attack such a misinterpretation of the facts; of things that, as far as we can tell, truly matter and the current state of those very things.
So adaptation and post-industrial marketing dont seem to be congruent with each other, at least on the level of setting priorities for the future. The main priority of the individual, as reflecting the mother goddess: the market, is to expand oneself into diverse social realms, leaving leaflets and other indicators of your existence. In this way, especially if you have mastered the act of adaptation (ie- relinquishing your individual self), you will succeed in making your label known to a larger and larger crowd. You will not receive royalties of course, but in a way you will be endowed with something called a reputation; which, on additonal analysis, can be seen as a form of monetary royalties. A reputation is what you involuntarily receive after putting the upfront capital of cash on the table to pay for the advertising costs. Depending on social relations, which again, mimicks mother Market and her relations, the amount of royalties will differ. In this sense the better your reputation, the more royalties one has received.
The personality industry is the direcet offspring of the market. The market uses this to its advantage, and since it is easier to convice western-hemisphered people of the idea of empirical utilitarianism, it thrives.
Now....back to the Greeks. The amount of conceptual differences that exist between us and the classical world in general is awfully amazing. Am I advocating an "archaic revival" of sorts? Maybe. Terence Mckenna stated that this is precisely what we need at this point, because, along the way due to various circumstantial changes in the environment, we have lost contact with what he describes as the Feminine, the Gaia, the real mother earth and the controlled effect of the masculine. It is from this very type of lost environment that Art sprang from. This rings a bell with me because it makes sense that in a time of Feminine dominance and masculinity depravation, only then would acts of drawing, primitive writing, sexual appetite, etc. take on any meaningful context. It would have the time and room to create itself.
In the case of the Greeks, its a rather different situation. Male dominance was surely presenting itself in public life. This makes sense keeping in mind that the Greek culture that emerged in the ninth and eighth centuries B.C. was a resultant of a handful of competetive, yet amiable-natured tribes coming from the north- most likely originating from the northeast (west-Asia, Middle East). Reflecting the primitive, yet beautifully accurate stages of human diversity, these tribes accentuated themselves in the nature of thier eventual city-states. Sparta being the former Dorian tribe; Athens being the Ionian tribe.
Coincidentally, this era marked the beginning of a Mayan underworld. It is rather interesting to read about the nature of the god who reigned over it, and the directional movement towards the trunk of the world tree.
Still being of the same species, we today partially display this fact in the way in which we have come to understand and use our free-will. As mentioned earlier, the essential conduct of the free will in today's era is to fashion it in the likeness of a successful marketed product. This, by the way, is the reason why it is possible to associate and even replace a market item or brand name with an individual person: they share operational procedures.
We have all known, met, or have come into contact with these types of people. Its approaching the level of being alarming. But, in any case, the primitive form of this chain reactionary process, in the form of the Greek spirit, allows one to contemplate the possiblity of unearthing this archaic knowledge. Is it possible to recreate the Greek mind? How about the Persian mind? The answer isnt vital, but it does tantalize the will.
How would you feel approaching Pythia, an obviously charming, mysterious lady who sits and waits to share whatever she can of the infinite knowledge? Indifferent to your inability to immediately ascertain her words.
Could you operate under these philosophical systems?
If we can endure such operational stresses and excess social algorithims of today, does that make us more or less able in ever attaining and understanding the archaic knowledge of the past? |
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|02:23 pm] |
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The first conception of the 1940's and 50's may bring to mind the housewife, the war veteran, maybe the generation of old-school traditional values. But its strange that during this time the beat generation was experimenting with literary genres and taking personal expeditions to South American jungles to drink Yage with the shamans there.
So, what do we then focus on as being indicative of this time period?
My point is that, just as the traditional housewife/veteran context is applicable to these decades, so is the discovery of LSD and self-destructive behavior resulting in materpeices of individual prose.
This same dichtomy could be applied to this current era. In Mayan terms, we are freshly entering the Galactic Underworld, leaving the Planetary Underworld behind us- with reverence or condemnation? In any case, this era could plausibly be labelled as the consumer age. Now more than ever products surround our every available perception.
Whether it be musical interests- the heavily controlled market pushing fake-ass singers who should be considered half-hearted actors on a fabricated stage.
Or whether it be the literary interests- resting on the cozy assumption that reading the newspaper readily equates with the act of reading.
Or whether it be the interests of personalities- each one being traceable to some sort of market-based influence.
With all of this before us, who stands out as a true bearer of the new age/underworld that is coming to fruition? Is it you?
In my studies and lifestyle, I hope to paint a somewhat different picture of this age we are engulfed in.
A quote from this monumental academic tome Im currently reading in my Historigraphy class (Peter Novick's "That Noble Dream: The Objectivity Question and the American Historical Profession"):
"The young historian in the 1970's who proposed a psychedelic approach to history- altered states of consciousness as a means for historians to project themselves back into the past- was thus in some respects truer to the essence of Ranke's approach than empiricists who never lifted thier eyes from the documents"
YES. In this same context, I can sort of see myself and some others as approaching the world in some novel way. For, if you do not, then who is contemplating the world for you? Surely some market influence. If you are a tad uneasy with the idea of the market influencing your view of the world, I highly reccomend you start reading some books. Because if one doesnt expand thier mental horizons before they hit middle-age, I suspect that they never will- and will subsequently enter the ranks of the multitude. You know the multitude- Macchiavelli describes this body's inclinations quite well- but do you want to be what Macchiavelli states you may be? Are totalitarian leaders the only ones who get to sleep with "The Prince" by thier bedsides?
NO. Read "The Prince" and you will exponentially understand the nature of power relations all the better. This is just one example that could be endlessly multiplied.
But what prevents the, in Kerouacean terms, non-existants from entering the arena of activity? This is a fecitious question for sure, but is there a solid answer to be found?
My MDMA session yesterday was a success in gaining at least some ground with this question. I prepared for this one rather meticulously. After not having coffee in the morning, eating a nice bowl of puffed millet and flooding my brain with vital fatty acids- I took part. I was amazed by the amount of historical and philosophical insight one can gain while in an MDMA session.
Rather then focusing the mind on the fuzzy objectives of personages past and present, my mind was involved in the apparent psychology surrounding us humans- such a neat invention.
We all look so cute to the MDMA observer. Our rituals and periodic exchanges of money and speech strikes one as exciting- the causal chain of feeling and emotion becomes a theatrical performance within your own personal mindscape. I myself realized more things about myself and inner workings than I have known before- or at least have given proper attention to.
As I was squiggling my body and stretching my spinal column (an EXTREMELY satisfying act) I was taken in by the accessibility of this marvelous chemical.
I find it strange that humans, without having a chemistry background in forming thier bias, really take offense to some molecules.
As of the moment I cannot fully describe the bias and its foundations, but it is there and it is real, and it does have consequences (mostly immediate ones).
A small little pill tagged with its own witty and symbolic icon- brings you into a connect with the mad scientist who created it.
Whether it be the butterfly, the clover leaf or the lion's head, or in our experience yesterday- a sillhouette of a sexy girl- they all take on this mystical aura. The mad scientist relaying the Ceasarian message "I know, I make, you soar"
And in this soaring one completely understands the motives of our race, or, more pragmatically, the understandings of our own immediate circle of freinds.
The whole "perceptions per minute" scheme really, really made sense during the session. It FASCINATES me; causes me to squirm. I am not a strict empiricist and therefore I tend not to beleive wholeheartedly in the essence of universal laws and standards- BUT, this one is most readily understood due to its straightforward nature. Perceptions per minute.
We are at an intersection....a light. Around us is the scenery of consumerism. The light itself has an inventor. THe buildings are made of stone- which makes them millions upon millions of years old in spite of thier recent erection. The road is made of tar- tar has industrial connotations. THe cars around us are made by assembly line workers. The clouds above are getting ready give up and fall on us in the form of crystalline snow. A single bird flies across the sky. A jet's engine 30,00 feet high reverbs itself and the sound waves are felt within my bones. All of these things and an infinite number more are up for grabs--
I see in most people the ability to grasp maybe one or two larger perceptions per minute- does this mean that they restrict themselves? Is it a self-restricting act?
Im not sure.
But what I am sure of is that thier lack of information, whether empirical or metaphysically contrived, leads to such a deformed state of perception.
I mean, one can view Brooklyn as a place of murder and projects. OR one can view it as the scenic place that Walt Whitman exalts in his poems.
The sounds of car horns can invoke madness or intrigue- stemming from a quote you read relating them to the modern's naiveity in thinking that they actually do something other than make noise.
The sun, the moon, your fingernails, the old ladie's puff of hair, the way that a snowglobe's snowstorm is so swift and enchanting....all of these things exist simultaneously in their raw empirical form and in the otherworld of spiritual fruition and evolution.
The odd thing is- you were set in motion by birth and have not two (suicide and natural death), but three ways out:
1. suicide
2. natural death
3. spiritual amalgamtion of the world surrounding you
Whatever one you choose, you are needed by the system in place. If you commit suicide, your death will be transformed into a quite polemic morality stating the excessive value of "life" and usually turned into a religious overtone. This, of course, in spite of your true reasons for exiting so.
The natural death way out is by far the most popular. Why? Well, I can only speak for our current time period, because it allows oneself to take part in the market for extended periods of time. This may seem too simple of a conclusion, but if one looks at the lives of the common American, the thing that most sticks out in relation to the past history of humanity is the amount of marketeering and advertising that is involved.
You may say "WHAT advertising? Not everyone is in marketing". TO this I say "no, think about it more", because every time you see someone wearing a particular type of shoe, pocketbook, shirt, neckalace, etc., they are (rather intuitively) taking part in the scheme of mass culture at the current moment: ideals, fashions, and spectacle.
THe spiritual amalgamation death offers us a rather oxymoronic context of "death". It is not truly death, because once one permits themselves to take in the world directly, without any interpolating medium, the whole idea of death takes a secondary place below the larger idea of "what is this; oh, now I see; now I can create". THis process is prevalent among us who have, by some way or another, taken a liking towards the mystical realm of literature, books, and mind.
I will end this segment with a quote I find rather interesting regarding music:
"Music is a way of preparing our minds and our personalities - to finally throw away music altogether and experience the world directly"
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[Feb. 25th, 2007|02:29 pm] |
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"There is a theory that creativity arises when individuals are out of synch with thier environment. To put it simply, people who fit in with thier communities have insufficient motivation to risk thier psyches in creating something truly new, while those who are out of sync are driven by the constant need tp prove thier worth. They have less to do and more to gain."
-Gary Taubes, Beyond the Soapsuds Universe
I got this new book by CLifford Pickover entitled "A Beginners Guide to Immortality: Extraordinary people, Alien Brains, and Quantum Resurrection". Its his newest title and its, like always, amazing. In the chapters Ive read so far he is covering the lives of poets and writers, and going over various methods that they have used to kill themselves. Essentially what he is getting at in this first chapter is the psychosis that seems to be inherant in people of creative genius.
What Im finding most interesting is the nest chapter Ive just started. In this he is speculating about the use of art, and how on the evolutionary timeline its last day may be near. I can only hope- the speculation, to paraphrase, is thus: the more that our brains are interconnected with images and technology, a day may come when we no longer require Art to inspire us- BECAUSE we will then be able to create for ourselves the art and sensations that come along with it.
"In the best of all possible worlds, art would be unecessary. Its offer of restorative, placative therapy would go begging a patient. The professional specialization involved in its making would ne presumption...the audience would be the artist and thier life would be art."
-Candadian Pianist, GLen Gould
the gist.
Chapter titles:
1. Truman Capote and the Brain from Planet Arous
2. John Cage and the Zen of Music
3. Gilgamesh, God, and the Language of Angels
4. The Matrix, Quantum Resurrection, and the Quest for Transcendence
5. Jesus and the Future of Mind-altering Drugs
6. Clockwork Butterflies and Eternity
7. Evolution, Ice Cream, and the Goddess of Chopped Liver
8. The Whispers of History
Appendix: Cathedrals of the Mind
ALso, with my Mayan calendric studies....
The author of this book is mentioning the concentric fields of differing frequencies that engulf the earth. It is important to remember that these are real, no speculating involved.
What IS the coolest part of this, is the way that they correspond to human brain activity.
For instance:
-the inner core of the earth has such and such a frequency, the mantle/crust has another, the upper atmosphere has another, etc.
-now, what they have discovered is that awake brain activity functions within the frequency range of the mantle/crust
-when we think, analytical brain activity, is more in resonance with the inner core of the earth- WHICH is probably in the structure of a crystals, although not perfectly round. Crystals, being the most structured of the earth's, etc, pieces.
-AND last but not least, when we dream our brain activity acts within the frequency of the outer atmosphere and earth's orbit!
I find this all pretty exciting, especially seeing that this kind of substantial thinking has more implications than first glance permits.
Today I was in some sort of frequency....I felt everything going on around me at work.....I dont know what to make of it...
BUT, something else pretty cool....
Truman Capote. Pickover goes over his life (jesus!) and here is an awesome quote:
"I was so different from everyone. So much more intelligent and sensitive and perceptive. I was having fifty perceptions a minute to everyone else's five."
I also found thisd greatly relieving. Capote puts it into a "perceptions per minute" context. YES YES YES. Thats it! What a fresh way to view one's own situation--\
I have more perceptions per minute than you. LOL
Now THERE is something to brag about.
Does anyone write about thier perceptions anymore?
This is what I think academia is afraid to lend themselves to...thier own individual perceptions. But the quote above at top may shed some light on why....
I, once-interesting livejournal freinds, am experimenting tonight. More serotonin please.
P.S.- Warp Brothers, The Warp Factor. <--Album |
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shall the torches of imperial armies stand to be the only great censors in our way of acheiving past knowledge?
The subject being you. There has been an occasion, or a culmination of many similiar occasions, that have in some way convinced you of there actually being this and that to seriously consider real. Now I am not of the camp which believes that parents can ultimately and completely convince a reality-generating machine to use this or that reality as its sole operating system. Maybe one can be of that camp, but I could, in no way, put that feat into the hands of only the parents. So, from this I deduct that there has been another entity that has also played a major role in your construction of reality. Am I being a little off-beat here in coming to this conclusion?
The objections are you're creative potentials.
The image of the mediterranean in the 3rd and 4th centuries gleamed in another type of light after I read Porphyr's introduction to the life of Plotinus.
"Thus he has told how, at the age of eight, when he was already going to school, he still clung about his nurse and loved to bear her breats and take suck; one day he was told he was a 'perverted imp', and so was shamed out of the trick"
"the trick" funny guy.
Hes saying how it is hard to pinpoint his birthday because he always remained elusive about it.
"he never disclosed the month or day. This was because he did not desire any birthday sacrifice or feast; yet he himself sacrificed on the traditional birthdays of Plato and Socrates, afterwards giving a banquet at which every member of the circle who was able was expected to deliver an address."
the whole correspondence between philosophic circles at this time is so raw, disclosed, fruitful. It is from this period that many religious overtones came to dominance. But hey, its just the history of the program that delivers to us right now today what we take as being valid contexts for reality. Not to bother...
I say not to bother because of a new study I am taking up, although slowly at first seeing the large amount of reading I have for my classes. Its quite off the subject, yet only so due to its hidden relevance. This is the Mayan long count calendar.
FOr instance, in my historiography class a conversation arose regarding the possibility of there being an "objective" viewpoint to history... what is truth, etc etc. Anyway, during all of this I was thinking about shamanic history, or at least what I currently know about it. It sprung to my mind, rather logically, that this question of what is history, does it have an evolution or not etc., could be enormously relieved if we take into consideration what information other human beings have, pre-dating your own culture's self-awareness, regarding the history of man.
Long sentence, but once again I'll state that this still seems very logical to me, IF one is truly interested in gaining a larger historical perspective.
long story way short: I got two books on the subject of the Mayan calendar and have been reading them intensely. The whole idea of prehistory astounds me, because if you can understand patterns then it becomes a marvelous thing how these ancient civilizations draw parallels to the inner landscape of our modern brains. (if you are aware).
also, its a field which none can take seriosuly just by someone bringing it up. When I mentioned that in class the responses were mixed. My professor, being a learned guy from Harvard, made a nerdy joke about rastafarians and tried mimicking a high, rasta voice and saying "we are all from mother africa.."
To which I replied "actually, yes, we are...quite literally"
A few people looked at me inquisitively, interested.... but I understand the dynamics of the graduate class and understand that a topic such as this cannot be seriously carried on by a professor; so I understand the initial disregards.
but nonetheless....
it is a serious issue to contemplate.
one, because its implications shed light on the ill-prepared state of mind a lot of you people are in. With the Mayan historical framework, one could safely assume that the next couple decades will see the birth of a higher frequency of resonance, one which deserves its place at the beginning of a heaven-shift. The heaven shift, the baktun, being a unit of the Mayan division and subdivision of historical time.
Not getting into any sort of detail, partly because of its immense nature and partly due to my insecurity in trying to describe it fruitfully at this point, let me just say that its implications are exciting.
Im not sure what my generation is thinking, seeing that you all rarely put a definitive stamp on the fabbric of reality I am free to sense. But I would cautiously reccomend looking into the matter. I say cautiously because like ANY MEANINGFUL INTELLIGENCE it will get raped and fucked up at its inception and will grow to tumoric proportions (which it already has)- new age assholes and the like. But, if you are really into this reality thing this earth has going on here, I HIGHLY, yet cautiously, advise you to seek....
regarding this whole reality thing... its so not surprising how my generation is turning out. A bunch of obedient watchers. I find myself to be supremely aware, at all times, of the people around me. In my daily surroundings, at work where I run into hundreds of people a day, and other places including the internet, I find myself able to sense patterns and to apply some sort of dialectic to situations henceforth giving them some sort of fantastical meaning... I am a dramatist in my mind, I trod the intellectual landscape in tearful stupors at times, only to find that this causes confusion and concern among the people of the immediate urth. (urth: my word for 'the stuff of the earth')
so, what im trying to get across is that I am a huge fan of giving meaning to things. Like I said, things arise around me and they take on a meaning that spans millenia, sometimes galaxies. I LOVE our ability to give meaning to things, its the most loved freedom. With this said, when something comes along that I cannot give any meaning to, I question it. It just may so happen that I have yet to download the required information that would enable me to birth it with meaning. This has been the case at times, especially with things that in the past didnt appeal to me but now do. In a case like that it was simply TIME that needed to pass before I acquired the essential information that would THUS enable me to give meaning to such and such an object. In other cases the required information (the building blocks of perception) is accessed through other means, because you know, TIME is such a drag to wait for.
In some rare cases, I have seen people whose entire existences were fixated on such and such a pool of information. So the idea isnt fatalism-
this is to be continued.....sexy and female buds await.... |
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[Feb. 13th, 2007|02:28 pm] |
damn son. if anyone ever finds themselves some extra time I recommend brewing a nice pot of coffee and plowing through a classical text.
They have acquired an academic personality, but fuck that- they are some of the most entertaining and enlightening texts to be found. Way before our modern cynicism and all the rest.
its amazing. I am now starting to understand the passion of philossophers and the like, because they have all read this stuff. It employs oneself to wander the intellectual landscape of the past with a light foot and shoot oneself into the city streets and porticoes of antiquity.... an antiquity which is, strangely enough, inside our very cells. |
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