Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Besides the vids, here are some pickings from the synchrosphere: Mercury's Garden has an excellent Wonder Woman 9/11 find. Aferrismoon tackles planes and lost. Alienpunk posts some Marley on Mind Control. Conspiracy Grimoire has an interesting teaser for an Oz-Scars octagon post and a great interview excerpts post of Alan Moore. The Blob always has fun posts and Secret Sun is still generally blazing! And if you haven't already check out Labyrinth of the Psychonaut's collaboration with Ezra from HOWMusic(k) & its side-blogs.
1a: Technology, Evolution, and God
The rest is here at the Integral Naked YouTube channel
Wired magazine's own "Senior Maverick" talks with Ken Wilber about some of the ideas behind Kevin's blog The Technium, which explores the various ways humanity defines and redefines itself through the interface of science, technology, culture, and consciousness.
As he describes in his blog, Technium is a word he coined "to designate the greater sphere of technology—one that goes beyond hardware to include culture, law, social institutions, and intellectual creations of all types. In short, the Technium is anything that springs from the human mind. It includes hard technology, but much else of human creation as well. I see this extended face of technology as a whole system with its own dynamics." The Technium exists at the interface between science, technology, culture, and consciousness, exploring the various ways humanity has defined and redefined itself through the ages. Within the Technium, technology is not regarded merely as the lifeless artifacts created by a particular species, but as a living matrix of innovation—the infusion of consciousness into inanimate matter, which in turn shapes our personal and cultural experience of the world.
The universe, we are told, is winding down. Nothing escapes the remorseless grasp of the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics—and with each passing moment, our world, our solar system, indeed our entire galaxy slowly approaches its inevitable heat-death. But this is not the full story, for while the universe is winding down, it is also winding up, bringing forth new forms from old, adding new layers of complexity where there was once only an empty vacuum. It is what Alfred Whitehead called the "creative advance into novelty," referring to a distinct "tilt" of the universe toward more complexity, more significance, and more wholeness. From atoms, to molecules, to single-cell and multi-cellular organisms, to the reptilian brain, mammalian brain, and the human neocortex—the universe is abound with inexhaustible creativity, pushing deeper and wider towards its own limitless potential. Entropy and evolution: these two "arrows of time" exert their pull upon everything that ever is, was, and will be—one pulling us up toward the eternal light, the other pulling us down toward the infinite black....
Alex Jones on G.I. Joe and singing through Kid Rock
Gets pretty funny after the break.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
"Zedd! That's your cloudrock!"
"Actually, my boy, it's a philosopher's stone. My father gave it to me a long time ago."
The wizard moved his fingers faster and faster until it emitted a light, sparks and whirling colors. He kept stirring, mixing the light. There was no sound, only the pleasant smell of springtime rain. Finally the wizard seemed satisfied.
"Step onto the stone, my boy."
Initially insecure, Richard stepped into the light. It tingled and felt warm against his skin, as if laying in the summer sun without clothes after swamming. He bathed in the warm, safe feeling, surrendered to it. He let his hands move sideways from his body, until they were horizontal. He moved his head backwards, took deep breaths and closed his eyes. It felt miraculous, as if he was floating in water; only he was floating in light.
Rejuvination flowed through him. His spirit felt connected with everything surrounding him. He was one with the trees, the grass, the insects, the animals aorund him, the water, the air; he did not feel like a separate being, but a part of the whole. He understood the interconnectedness of everything now in a new way, saw himself as lowly and all-powerful. He saw the world through the eyes of all the creatures around him. It was a shocking, beautiful insight. He allowed himself fluttering up with a bird soaring above him, saw the world through his eyes, hunted mice, hungry, needy, saw the campfire below, the sleeping people.
Richard allowed his identity to spread out on the winds. He became everyone and nobody, felt the heat of their needs, smelled their fear, tasted their joy, understood all their desires and then let it all melt to nothing until where he stood there was an emptiness, alone in the universe, the only living being, the onl thing that even existed, then let the light flow through him, light that brought forth the others who had used the same stone, Zedd, his father, and the wizards before them, uncountable years, thousands of years, everyone. Their essence flowed through him, shared itself with him. The tears streamed down his cheeks because of the wonder of all of this.
Zedd's hands jumped forward and released its magical substance. It whirled around Richard and glistened like a liquid until he found himself in the center of the cyclone. The glistening concentrated its whirling and gathered around his chest. With a twinkling sound like that of a crystal chandelier in the wind, the dust rose away into the heavens as if it climbed up a kite and tookt he sound along with it while rising, higher and higher, until it reached the cloud. The cloud took on the magical substance and was lit from within by brewing colors. On the horizon lightning flashed, wild, expectantly.
At once the lightening stopped, the light in the cloud subsided and disappeared, and the light from the wizard's stone retreated inside until it faded out entirely. Suddenly it was quiet. Richard was back and was just standing on a rock. He looked at Zedd's smiling face with big eyes.
"Zedd," he whispered, "now I know why you're on that rock all the time. I've never felt something like that all my life. I had no idea."
Zedd smiled knowingly. "You're a natural, my boy... You felt at home like a duck in the water. You've got all that's needed to become a great wizard." He leaned forward, happy. "Now try to imagine doing it naked."
"Does that make a difference?" Richard asked surprised.
"Of course. Clothes hinder the experience. Zedd put his arm on Richard's shoulder. "Once I'll let you try it."
"Zedd, why did you let me do that? It wasn't necessary. You could have done it.
"How do you feel now?"
"I don't know. Different. Relaxed. Clearer in my head. I think less overcome, not so depressed."
"That's why I let you do it, my friend, cause you needed it. You had a rough night. I can't change the problems, but I could help to make you feel better. "
"Thank you, Zedd."
"Go to sleep, it's my watch now." He winked at Richard.
"If you ever change your mind and want to become a wizard, it would be my honor to welcome you into the brotherhood."
Zedd held up his hand. From the darkness the piece of cheese he threw away earlier floated back to him.
Sounds exactly like an entheogenic trip to me, like this one, what is not on the page is before the trance set in, I become naucious and stumbled to my bed, where I just had to take off all my clothes with eyes already closed, and then I started to melt.
Excerpt translated to english freely from the dutch version of Wizard's First Rule by Terry Goodkind (which is translated by Max Schuchart, who also translated the Lord of the Rings books by Tolkien into dutch).
50 Cent knows a little something
N*ggaz be hatin', they don't know what they facing.
I'll be in court throwing signs like I'm a mason.
N*gga witness against me, I'm a erase him.
Hip Hop and the Occult: p38 A Broken Oath p1 & p2
Snoop Dogg and Puff Daddy's looks on their faces are telling. But check out Diddy's eyes, they go into the Visual and Auditory Remembered cues more than once, meaning he is remembering what he did while BIG is denying it.
Hip Hop and the Occult: p1 Confessions from the Inside
About Jay-z, Kanye West, Nas and more, with Alan Watt.
Here is Common & Pharell - Universal Mind Control, been looking for the actual video to get online for weeks and tired of waiting for it to pop up:
This is that new shit. Keep them standin in line.
That Universal Mind Control, now move your behind.
You know you like it, it's calling your name.
N*gga, this is that new shit and it don't feel the same.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wir betreten Feuertrunken. Himmlische dein Heiligtum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder was die Mode streng geteilt.
Alle Menschen werden Brüder wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
(lyrics by Friedrich Schiller)
O the idea was childish, but divinely beautiful.
Great souls endure in silence.
An die Freude (Ode to Joy; or Hymn to Joy) (1785)
This poem is most famous as providing the inspiration for Ludwig van Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, and the lyrics to the choral portion of that work:
Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing
Goddess, to thy shrine we come.
Thy sweet magic brings together
What stern Custom spreads afar;
All men become brothers
Where thy happy wing-beats are.
It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.
Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.
While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.
The Greeks put us to shame not only by their simplicity, which is foreign to our age; they are at the same time our rivals, nay, frequently our models, in those very points of superiority from which we seek comfort when regretting the unnatural character of our manners. We see that remarkable people uniting at once fullness of form and fullness of substance, both philosophising and creating, both tender and energetic, uniting a youthful fancy to the virility of reason in a glorious humanity.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
There's no such thing as chance;
And what to us seems merest accident
Springs from the deepest source of destiny.
Time is man's angel.
They have founded the whole structure of their happiness on these very illusions, which ought to be combated and dissipated by the light of knowledge, and they would think they were paying too dearly for a truth which begins by robbing them of all that has value in their sight. It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom: a truth that was felt at once by him to whom philosophy owes its name.
Der Krieg ernährt den Krieg. (War nourishes war.)
In thy breast are the stars of thy fate.
The empire of Saturnus is gone by;
Lord of the secret birth of things is he;
Within the lap of earth, and in the depths
Of the imagination dominates;
And his are all things that eschew the light.
The time is o'er of brooding and contrivance,
For Jupiter, the lustrous, lordeth now,
And the dark work, complete of preparation,
He draws by force into the realm of light.
Now must we hasten on to action, ere
The scheme, and most auspicious positure
Parts o'er my head, and takes once more its flight,
For the heaven's journey still, and adjourn not.
The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh,
Who's made the master of his destiny.
Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.
The universe is a thought of God. After this ideal thought-fabric passed out into reality, and the new-born world fulfilled the plan of its Creator—permit me to use this human simile—the first duty of all thinking beings has been to retrace the original design in this great reality; to find the principle in the mechanism, the unity in the compound, the law in the phenomenon, and to pass back from the structure to its primitive foundation. Accordingly to me there is only one appearance in nature—the thinking being.
The great compound called the world is only remarkable to me because it is present to shadow forth symbolically the manifold expressions of that being. All in me and out of me is only the hieroglyph of a power which is like to me. The laws of nature are the cyphers which the thinking mind adds on to make itself understandable to intelligence—the alphabet by means of which all spirits communicate with the most perfect Spirit and with one another. Harmony, truth, order, beauty, excellence, give me joy, because they transport me into the active state of their author, of their possessor, because they betray the presence of a rational and feeling Being, and let me perceive my relationship with that Being.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, — through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.
Dare to err and to dream. Deep meaning often lies in childish plays.
Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.
Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Some really awesome quotations, I'll post more of him in the future. Can't wait to get some of his works from my library. He also has an interesting freemasonic history, or not. Quotes:
Against stupidity the very gods
Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason,
Resplendent daughter of the head divine,
Wise foundress of the system of the world,
Guide of the stars, who art thou then if thou,
Bound to the tail of folly's uncurbed steed,
Must, vainly shrieking with the drunken crowd,
Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.
Accursed, who striveth after noble ends,
And with deliberate wisdom forms his plans!
To the fool-king belongs the world.
I feel an army in my fist.
The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.
Deeper meaning resides in the fairy tales told to me in my childhood than in any truth that is taught in life.
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.
Live with your century but do not be its creature.
Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?
To save all we must risk all.
What one refuses in a minute
No eternity will return.
Virtue is no empty echo.
Appearance should never attain reality,
And if nature conquers, then must art retire.
Pain is short, and joy is eternal.
I am better than my reputation.
Life is only error,
And death is knowledge.
What are hopes, what are plans?
The dignity of mankind is in your hands; protect it!
It sinks with you! With you it will ascend.
Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!
Loitering slow, the Future creepeth —
Arrow-swift, the Present sweepeth —
And motionless forever stands the Past.
On the mountains there is freedom!
The world is perfect everywhere,
Save where man comes with his torment.
Only through Beauty's morning gate, dost thou enter the land of Knowledge.
Don't let your heart depend on things
That ornament life in a fleeting way!
He who possesses, let him learn to lose,
He who is fortunate, let him learn pain.
On the mountains there is freedom!
The world is perfect everywhere,
Save where man comes with his torment.
Ziggy Marley: Natural Mystic (Bob Marley Tribute)
I'm gonna post a few songs related to the blog, but also ones I'm playing/learning on guitar. This is the version (there are so many) that most closely resembles the mp3 I had of Bob, which died in the first computer crash. RIP. (I will find it again!)
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die - don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all have to face reality now
Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible to go livin' through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
Ya can't keep us down
Listen carefully now you will hear
Friday, February 20, 2009
Lightning fast update: And it did even sooner, got my hands on a power supply near-instantly, installed it right away and to my amazement for the first time a power supply died I don't have to reinstall windows and everything is still operational, and this is like what, the sixth time this has happened to me in my long computer history. Let's hope this one lasts! Awesome! I have the Power!
update 2: Thank you Justin!
So in other words, Spock has a fully functional circuit 3, which is more than you can say for half our planet.
"Nowhere am I so desperately needed as among a (Earth-)shipload of illogical humans."
"My guess (2nd circuit emotional) doctor, would be meaningless. I suggest we refrain from guessing and find some facts. (3rd circuit rational) Spock out."
Kirk: You didn't really think I was going to beat his head in, did you?
Spock: I thought you might.
Kirk: You're right.
Kirk: Well, Mr Spock, if we can't disguise you, we'll find some way of explaining you.
Spock: That should prove interesting... (later:)
Kirk: My friend is obviously Chinese. I see you've noticed the ears. They're... actually quite easy to explain.
Spock: Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child...
Kirk: The unfortunate accident he had as a child, he caught his head in a mechanical ... rice picker.
Kirk: At times you seem quite human.
Spock: Captain, I don't think that insults are within your prerogative as my commanding officer.
"I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question."
Kirk: Well, there it is - war. We didn't want it, but we've got it.
Spock: It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.
"After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true."
"Judging by the pollution content of the atmosphere, I believe we have arrived at the late twentieth century."
Spock: To hunt a species to extinction is not logical.
Gillian: Whoever said the human race was logical?
"Are you sure it isn't time for a colourful metaphor?"
McCoy: I'll tell you one thing, Spock. You never cease to amaze me.
Spock: Nor I, myself.
"I am what I am, Leila, and if there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's."
Gillian: Are you sure you won't change your mind?
Spock: Is there something wrong with the one I have?
Fascinating is a word I use for the unexpected. In this case, I should think "interesting" would suffice.
"What we require now is a feat of linguistic legerdemain and a degree of intrepidity."
"What you want is irrelevant, what you have chosen is at hand."
"Logic, logic, logic. Logic is the beginning of wisdom, Valeris, not the end."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Alec Baldwin Superbowl
Alec Baldwin is in 30 Rock with fellow pseudo-rebel Tina Fey. 30 Rockefeller Center. Dirty Rock (Dirt? Earth? ;p). Dirty Iraq. Btw, Tina it's not a succesful parody if the original is funnier.
Much more at this playlist.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The wizard leaned against the rock and looked over the hills as if he saw more there than there was. His tone was full of sorrow. "Because Richard, lots of people need to be ruled to be able to live. In their selfishness and greed, they see free people as their oppressors. They want a leader that will cut the bigger plants so the sun will reach them. They feel no plant can become bigger than the smallest one, so all plants get light. They'd rather receive a guiding light, no matter the fuel, than to light a candle themselves."
Some think that when Rahl wins he will smile at them and they will be rewarded, and so to win his favor they are as ruthless as him. Some are simply blind for the truth and fight for the lies they hear. And some notice, when that guiding light is burning, that they are chained, and then it's too late." Zedd stroked his sleeves smooth alongside his arms and sighed. "There have always been wars, Richard. Every war is a murderous battle between enemies. And yet no army ever went to the battlefield with the idea that the Creator had chosen the side of their enemy."
Richard shook his head. "It makes no sense."
"I'm quite certain Rahl's followers think us to be monsters, capable of anything. They will hear endless stories about the ruthless cruelty of their enemy. I'm sure that none of them knows much about Darken Rahl, except what has been told to them by Darken Rahl himself."
The wizard frowned, his intelligent eyes sharp. "Maybe it's a twisted display of logic, but that doesn't make it less threatening or lethal. Rahl's followers only have to crush us, they need not understand anything else. But if you want to win, against a stronger enemy, you will have to use your head."
Excerpt from Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth: Wizard's first rule. Translated from dutch.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
He turned to Richard. "Draw the Sword." The special, ringing, metal noise filled the late noon air when he drew it. Zedd leaned further forwards. "Now I will show you the most important aspect of the sword, but to do that you have to give up your position as Seeker for a short while and allow me to name Kahlan the Seeker."
Kahlan looked suspiciously at Zedd: "I don't want to be a Seeker."
"Only for this demonstration, my dear." He gestured Richard to give her the sword. She hesitated before she took it with both hands. The weight was unbearable and she lowered the tip on the grass. Zedd waved his hands above her head: "Kahlan Amnell, I name you the Seeker." She kept her eyes on him with the same suspicious look. Zedd put his finger under her chin and lifted her head. His eyes were wild. He brought his face closer to hers and spoke with soft voice.
"When I left the Midland with this sword, Darken Rahl put these two trees here with his magic. To mark me, to be able to come and get me when he chooses to. The same Darken Rahl that had your sister killed." Her expression became darker. "The same Darken Rahl that is following you, to kill you like he did Dennee." Hate was rising in her eyes. She clenched her teeth so the muscles in her strong jaw became visible. The Sword of Truth rose from the ground. Zedd went to stand behind her. "This tree is his. You have to stop him."
The sword flashed through the autumn air with a speed and power that Richard barely held possible. A loud cracking sound went through bigger tree, as if a thousand branches broke at once. Splinters flew everywhere. The tree seemed to be momentarily suspended in air, and then fell with a boom (boom, flemish/dutch for tree ;p) next to what was left of it in the ground.
Richard knew he would have needed at least ten good axe strikes to do the same.
Zedd let the sword glide out of Kahlans hands. She sank to her knees, and put her hands in front of her face. Immediately Richard squatted next to her to support her.
"Kahlan, what's the matter?"
"I'm ok." She put a hand on his shoulder and he helped her up. Her face was pale, but she tried to smile anyway. "But I distance myself from my position as Seeker."
Richard turned to the wizard. "Zedd, what is this for nonsense? Darken Rahl didn't put that tree there. I've seen you water those trees and care for them. If you'd put a knife to my throat, I would say that you planted them to remember your wife and daughter."
Zedd smiled only mildly. "Very good, Richard. Here is your sword. Now you are the Seeker again. Now you cut down the small tree, my boy, and I will explain."
Frustrated Richard took the sword in both hands; he felt the anger surge through him again. He directed the sword with a powerful swing up towards the remaining tree. The tip of the sword cut through the air whistling. Just before the sword hit the tree, it suddenly stopped, as if the air around it had become too thick to let it through. Richard stepped back amazed. He looked at the sword and tried again. Once more the sword stopped. The tree wasn't hit. He looked at Zedd in a fury who was grinning with folded arms.
Richard put the sword away. "Ok, what's going on."
Zedd innocently raised his eyebrows. "Have you se how easily Kahlan cut through the big gtree?" Richard frowned. Zedd smiled. "He could have been made of iron. The sword would have gone through it just as easily. You are stronger than Kahlan and you couldn't even scratch the little tree."
"Yes, Zedd, I noticed that."
Zedd's forehead wrinkled as if he was amazed. "And how is that, do you think?"
Richard's frustration melted away. This was the way in which Zedd always taught him, by letting him give the answer himself. "I would say that it had something to do with the intention. She thought the tree was evil, I didn't."
Zedd stuck a bony finger in the air. "Very good, my boy!"
Kahlan reacted nervously. "Zedd, I don't get it. I destroyed the tree, but it wasn't evil. It was innocent."
"That, my dear, is what this demonstration is about. Reality is not relevant. Perception is everything. If you think it is the enemy you can destroy it, wether true or not. The magic interprets only your perception. It will not harm someone you deem innocent, but it will destroy everyone you see as an enemy, within limits. Only what you believe is the determining factor, and not if those beliefs are true.
Richard was somewhat overwhelmed. "That doesn't leave any room for mistakes. What happens if you're not sure?" Zedd lifted an eyebrow. "I'd better be sure, my boy, otherwise you could get a heap of troubles. The magic could read things from your mind where you are not even conscious of. It could be dual. You could kill a friend, or not kill an enemy.
Excerpt from Terry Goodkind's The Sword of Truth 1: Wizard's First Rule.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Update: PC is fubar, dunno when I'll be able to afford a new one (lol!). I have internet and an old AMD K6 which is barely keeping together, along with an even older win98 computer lol. So I'll be able to post a little. I have a job interview at a helicopter company monday, so send me some positive vibes please!
At last, the mystery of Tom Bombadil's identity has been solved.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Really good liars are everywhere, but they can’t control what they don’t know they’re doing. Here’s some stuff that most people will automatically do when weaving a yarn.
- If the liar actually believes they are lying, and that it is wrong, then watch for negative self evaluation gestures. These are usually touching of the nose or ears. Yes it sounds silly. Yes, we almost all do it. No, we don’t realize it.
- Eye contact almost always weakens during the actually telling of the lie. Except if someone’s doing that “look in my eyes and tell me” thing. In which case eye contact is mandatory.
- Most liars tell lies “palms down”. It’s a subconscious move that is defensive and deceptive. Showing someone your palms makes you feel vulnerable.
- Most liars are also slouchers. Our backs naturally straighten when we are proud and confident. Liars faking confidence, are rarely either.
- Humans eyes generally move up and to left if their brain is doing visual or audio construction. They will generally move to the upper right when doing recall. Just remember: Liars go Left, the Righteous go Right. (Remember the Visual Remembered and Visual Constructed Eye Movements from NLP Eye Accessing Cues post, though you have to know beforehand which side is which as it can be different, for instance in left and right handed people but other factors too)
None of these mannerisms on their own is a solid lock. But if you get someone presenting 3 or 4 of them, they’re selling you something you shouldn’t be buying.
Never take your assumptions for absolute truth!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
"The bait is the means to get the fish where you want it, catch the fish and you forget the bait. The snare is the means to get the rabbit where you want it, catch the rabbit and you forget the snare. Words are the means to get the idea where you want it, catch on to the idea and you forget about the words. Where shall I find a man who forgets about words, and have a word with him?"Aimless Wandering - Chuang Tzu's Chaos Linguistics
by Peter Lamborn Wilson
Monday, February 9, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Richard Hoagland: The Hyper-Dimensional Election of Barack Obama and 2012 part 1 & part 2
A must see lecture I just had to post to share with as many as possible. Inspirational, watch it till the end and you'll realize the plot line of the new Battlestar Galactica just got double interesting, and the plot line of our reality even more than that! Courage and Fear!
From the vid info: Based on Hyperdimensional Physics, Hoagland successfully predicted the historic results of this election almost two years ago! In this production, based on further application of this HD Model, Hoagland now presents never-before-seen clues to what America and the world may expect from this incoming, unique "Hyperdimensional Obama Administration" including, what Barack Obama may finally do with NASA's decades of classified data on intelligent artifacts discovered on the Moon and Mars, as well as what could be in store for all of us at the end of Obama's first term in 2012.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
"Sure," replied the other monk. "Let's get started right away. About what shall we squabble?"
"About this piece of bread perhaps?" the first monk offered.
"Ok, let's have a squabble over this bread. How are we going to go about this?" Asked the other again.
"This bread is mine, and mine alone," said the first monk.
"Oh yeah? Well you can keep it," said the second monk.
From Anthony de Mello: The way of Silence
Friday, January 30, 2009
"I don't have patients, I have students, so far I haven't found anybody that's mentally ill. Been looking seriously for 35 years I haven't met anybody who's mentally ill, met a lot of people that are very stupid. Especially when I went to Washington DC, place is filled with 'em."
"A lot of people have accused me of being a Guru, I'm just not that fucking sociable. Excuse me. I go off and do stuff by myself and I report back, that's the way I do things. Lots of people wanna follow me but they discover that's really difficult to do."
"How do you deal with habits, you use the truth! That's how you do it. How do you get people to change, you tell them the truth, and then you give them only the alternative of remaining the same and going into unbelievable pain and discomfort. For example: You can keep your bad habit, but I always add 4 or 5 more with it, you wanna keep smoking? That's fine but you're gonna be impotent until you quit, you'd be surprised how many guys change the habit right away. Huhuhuh."
"They brought me into this mental hospital, this guy was into one of the dayrooms. He was walking around, acting pretty weird. But of course they gave him bad drugs to start with. If you want people to be sane don't give them bad drugs, Thorazine is never gonna help anybody to get a firmer handle on reality, it's not gonna teach you to be happy, it's an anti-happy drug. Elleville(?), takes all the highs and all the lows away...
If you want people to be happy, you get the drugs out of their system and give them something to be happy about. The first thing they have to do is to practice. Most of every single day, this is what I found out, all these years and all these clients I found out everybody's practicing everyday to see how bad they can feel."
"That is namely one of my responsibilities and duties."
"Of course, monseigneur."
"So you have to do as I say."
"I certainly will, monseigneur."
"All right then, listen. The next time God appears to you, as he has according to you done before, you have to perform a test wherefrom I can determine if it really was God.
"Agreed, monseigneur. And what kind of test?"
"Ask then from God: "Would you please tell me what sins the bishop has in secret?" If it really is God that appears to you, he will definitely tell you my sins. Then come to me and tell me, but nobody else, which those are."
"I will, monseigneur."
A month later the woman schedules another appointment with the bishop. "And, did God appear to you again?" he asked her.
"I believe so, monseigneur."
"And what did God say?"
"God said: "Tell the bishop I've already forgiven his sins."
From Anthony de Mello: The way of Silence
nor non existence
space was not yet
and nothing beyond
What was hidden?
Was there water
impenetrable and deep?
2. Death did not exist
no sign as yet
of night or day
only the One
breathing without breath
3. At first
darkness wrapped around darkness
all was shoreless water,
The One, hidden by the void
in fiery heat
4. Passion arose
the seed of mind.
in their hearts
discovered the bond
5. A ray of light
what was above
There were seed bearers
moving far beyond
6. Who truly knows?
Who can say?
Where was it born?
How did it come forth?
The gods came later
who knows how this creation
came into being?
7. That source from where
did it hold or not?
Only the one
who presides over
the highest space knows
He surely knows
or can it be
that he does not know?