Friday, June 30, 2006

circuits circus

Just finished reading Robert Anton Wilson's book Prometheus Rising yesterday.
right click to d-load a pdf version of it here
good stuff, though dated.
One of the most interesting things i keep discovering when reading "scientific" and philosophical/psycholological/spiritual writings is that there is a whole lotta foundation laid and arguments made on the mistaken premise that DNA is the manifesting power of human expression.
It is really pointing a huge finger at the work of Bruce Lipton over & over & over.
to clarify very briefly : DNA is nothing more than a collection of blueprints. DNA cannot activate itself or do anything for itself at all. DNA simply sits there waiting for its particular pattern to be replicated by the RNA in order to do whatever is needed to be done, usually repair or rebuild dead or damaged parts or cells.
It is the collection of protiens that surround the DNA which regulate which blueprints are available to the builders, so to speak.
the protiens are regulated by outside signals, or to put it in more correct terms, our perception of the environment.
I am not going to go on and on here about Bruce's work because he does an amazing job at what he does.
go to his site here for more info.

so, point is this. too many houses of cards are built on flimsy foundations.
when even a superagnostic like R.A.Wilson can come off sounding dogmatic about some things - a little too sure - you know that we've got a problem.

more later....

Monday, June 26, 2006

Revolutionary research dispels the agricultural revolution

"According to our perception, different groups, in different regions of the Fertile Crescent, raised different wild plants. Some of them succeeded and some of them failed. Some of them passed their knowledge on to those who succeeded them or to their neighbors. But, in the case of other groups, the process became stuck after one or two generations, or failed to spread beyond a certain area."
article here

Thursday, June 15, 2006


do i feel this overwhelming need to be a pain in everyone's ass these days?
no wonder i'm alone.
tonight is a night of insight.
i apologize to all who have been the focus of my vehement need for depth.
somehow, i've managed to temporarily forget the art of compassion.
in order to get me back on track, i'd like to list the ten precepts of Bodhidarma:

1. I will refrain from killing.

2. I will refrain from stealing.

3. I will refrain from abusing sexuality.

4. I will refrain from speaking untruthfully.

5. I will refrain from encouraging delusion in myself and others.

6. I will refrain from malicious speech.

7. I will refrain from being proud of myself and belittling others.

8. I will refrain from holding back in giving either Dharma or wealth.

9. I will refrain from indulging in anger.

10. I will refrain from defaming the Three Treasures.

osho is fuckin dangerous. be careful with him. i feel like i tasted the frikkin dark side.
i know i did.
but it needed to be done.
i've got an understanding that grows deeper every day.
i thank his words for that.
but i am upset with my own being for allowing arrogance to flourish.
i allowed my tongue to become a weapon (as well as my fingers).
it is difficult to not strike hard when one is not listened to , when valid questions are not allowed to be asked or are not taken seriously.
but i have to relearn the proper language.
somehow i let myself forget....
once again, apologies to all of you.
may your whole existence be blessed.

lessons welcomed with warmth

Some lessons come when most unexpected, but most needed.
It can be found in misunderstandings, in refusals, in rejection.
And it can be glorious in the depth it strikes.

The way in which I navigate my emotional, mental & spiritual beings and experiences these days never ceases to amaze me. I am constantly brought to a rather joyous awareness of how misguided and caught up I can get.

I forget how radiant I am, and by this I simply mean radiating whatever it is that I am feeling, thinking, etc. More than words, with my eyes, with my very aura, with my psyche or whatever we want to call it ethereal body, aura, and all o’dat.
My messages ring loud & clear and it is obvious in the feedback I get.
Sometimes I think I must be really convincing myself of some amazing realities that the other people simply do not want to participate in. they may have wanted to at one time, but no more.

I still have not quite been able to grasp my relationship to relationships. Somehow I manage to always find some difficult & friction ridden situation. I love challenge, or rather, to be challenged, that is for sure.
It is in my very nature. What is infinitely amusing to me though is how misunderstood this is. So often it is taken for arrogance or egotism. People must think that I believe I’m a pharaoh or some shit, on some power trip. I think about this too. A lot. It is something one has to always be aware of when waking the pathless path. It is as easy to be a devil as to be an angel. One must always be careful.
I myself use unconditional love as my rule to guide me. Compassion. Acceptance. Belief in, dare I say it, salvation?
Not that we need to be saved.
It could be we simply need to awaken from our dreams from our nightmares.
There is room for everyone and everything at “god’s “ table.
One must wonder, does Yahweh have enough compassion to forgive Lucifer?
Can we not be so simplistic about this whole thing?
Especially since it seems to be bringing itself to self fulfillment through quantum projection?

I think I came up with a good law if we have to have a law.
I think this one is quick & to the point and launches one into repercussions quite quickly:

"Your enemies shall be reborn as your children and your children's children, as well as you being born as your enemy's child and so on and so forth through future generations until the day in which that which is dissonant is brought into resonance."

Back to the lessons learned.
I’ve realized I cannot be known through words, through this blog, through e-mails, or even through phonecalls. Nor can you.
The only way is through direct experience. Our words never really express our intentions, our desires, our dreams and frustrations. You hear what you want to hear in my words, read what you want to read in my text, see what you want to see from my images. And I do the same.
There is a place that can be created though, where a deeper dialogue can happen, face to face. We reach at the connection, the understanding, but frustration sets in so often as misunderstanding sets in.
It is amazing to live in a time of language polarization happening on one level while cross cultural barriers are happening on another and all the while everything keeps getting more pluralistic, more information, more images more sounds, overwhelming, yet somehow…can we manage? Can we make any sense of it?

I think so, if we develop the proper inner technologies.
I was recently watching a vid on Conscious Media Network with Ashok Gangadean.
Quite an amazing man, and at the same time quite scary in his zealous plans for a “world spirituality” and a “world reason”.
He is so right about it being needed, this ability to look through each other’s cultural lenses, while still maintaining our own cultural identities.
I fear that the zeal for this cause put forth by the UN’s Council on Global Wisdom, of which he is a part, could be used just as easily for a type of spiritual and intellectual totalitarianism.
It is all going to depend on how we view & help this manifest.
WE are the ones doing the believing.
WE are the ones that accept or reject ideas and philosophies.
We are the ones who make all of our daily decisions about how we interact with existence in all its forms.
So I think it is very important in these times to build and nurture those inner technologies which will help us navigate through the chaos, find the order, not get attached, and realize that transition is the only thing that remains the same.
Everything is changing, always.
And we get to decide what tomorrow brings. Not anyone else that existed before. We may be stuck with the artifacts of their imaginations, but that can be looked at just as much as a gift as a burden.
We are being challenged and I know that those alive now are up to the challenge.
We are slowly stepping forth & making our baby steps into this transition.
So freaky. So scary, unknown, unknowable.
I think the best thing we can do is to keep faith, in life, in existence, in god, or whatever you want to.
But don’t be a slave to it.
Recognize it as one glittering, gleaming facet of the jewel which is god’s expression.
(yikes, did I just write that. I think I’ve been reading too much mysticism! Hahaha)

we all deserve a chance to be ourselves. To be creative, to be joyous, to be loved and to love.
I know that the only way I can deal with the situation is to be as loving as I can be.
Tough, especially when frustrated with zombies, but I try my best.
i know they will wake up in their own time.

chautauqua woods

This is a pic of an old corn crib that a friend & i had built a fort in the upper rafters of back in gradeschool.
It is in a park/wooded area - Lincoln Memorial Park - a few hundred yards from my childhood home.
The area was once a main Kickapoo settlement & in the early 1900's was a good sized chautauqua community.
i've been reading about the history of the area & have become fascinated, especially with the chautauqua movement & the fact that it was happening in my hometown at around the same time as the Illinois Asylum for Feeble Minded Children (which was known in more modern times as the Lincoln Developmental Center)was in full swing with its state farm & the first psychology department in a mental institution.
the asylum also seems to have been heavily influenced by the Oddfellows, a high level freemasonic society.( i am going to start doing more research into this - wish me luck!)
i intend on spending a few weeks down there later this summer doing some research & getting some GPS locations of historical sites that I have found no detailed listings for, and adding to the info that already exists.
I love that fact that i am intimate with those woods...and all of the history which they hold.
sometime i'll have to tell you about my vision back into time in that park that i had one day. it was amazing.wonder if it had anything to do with meditation in teh center of an almost perfect circle of toadstools? haha

Sunday, June 11, 2006

go cat go!

check this chases black bear up a tree. too cool.

it reminds me of when i saw Fritz, a black tuxedo cat that lives on my block & patrols the neighborhood givin hell to some raccoon cubs that were in some smaller trees one night last fall.
they were at least twice his size.
all 3 of them were in this tiny tree & fritz wa totally swattin at 'em.
too funny.
every once in awhile fritz comes up to my windows, which are at ground level with me bein in a "garden" apartment & all, and my little noona will get all protective & try to get him to leave by hissin & swattin at the screen.
but fritz just sits there & rolls around. looks at noona like she is crazy.
wonder what would happen if they ever actually got to each other....