Thursday, June 16, 2011

All roads lead to (Sublime with) Rome

Me and Alienpunk are taking a half-day trip tomorrow to the Netherlands to see Sublime With Rome in Eindhoven. I told you I was going to go check that out when I got the chance!

A 2 hour and 40 minute drive (at least), I hope we don't go the Wrong Way! So we have time over to drink some coffee in those shops they have over there :P


William G Gray - Inner Traditions of Magic

Whatever System evolves from the Mysteries, Telesmic Images (Magical Images, Sigils, Symbols) remain a necessity among mankind. So many attempts have been made at eliminating them, and rational explanations offered in exchange, phrased in terms of abstract principles or purely ethical values. Take the 'Gods' of humans away from them and what happens? They immediately make far worse Images for themselves. In place of Holy Ones and Pantheons, Saints and Heroes, humanity is producing amorphous concepts of State, 'People', commercial products, 'Pop' images, and all the rest of these unsatisfactory substitutes.

Humans do not want remote abstractions as 'Gods', but solid and substantial ones they can come to terms with on their own objective levels. They cling to their material 'God-forms' in the shape of cars, TV sets, and other Images with the same pathetic desire for comfortable assurance that motivated their remote ancestors to grasp at oddly shaped stones and twisted roots. Humanity needs Gods more than anything else, and should learn how to find Them as Inner Realities expressed through whatever Telesmic Image links their common consciousness together. Voltaire was quite right when he commented: 'If there were no God, it would be necessary to invent one.'

Just a small excerpt, I only finished chapter one and will finish this excellent book very soon.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Dreams can be hilarious



What if I told you I had a dream last week, and I realized I was dreaming in this dream, and decided to sit down, and call upon my "HGA". So I do this, and do my breathing and kundalini visualising exercise as I repeat a mantra calling on my HGA. And suddenly I hear and feel a buzzing of energy, but nothing happens, so I just keep at it removing lust of result, and the buzzing and whirling starts again. And suddenly I'm in a forest, with the image of the fictional Pai Mei, and I ask him, "should I really pursue this NLP career?" And his answer was, while skipping about between some trees, and I shit you not: "yeah yeah sure, I'll keep you motivated, and read some Castaneda."
LOL. I woke up laughing out loud. So nearly finished with The Teaching of Don Juan :p, already heard the 3 audiobooks circling around the web years ago which I will re-listen to, will read the rest too lol. No idea what I'm supposed to get from this material but hey! Can't hurt lol.

Belief and Reality Tunnel Quote from Relaxed Focus

"Never believe anything until it's been officially denied."
Otto von Bismarck

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
Herm Albright

Thanks Relaxed Focus!

Terry Pratchett's Euthanasia Documentary backlash

900 people wrote in to the BBC to complain about the "one-sided documentary" (IS THERE ANOTHER KIND?) that showed euthanasia in an "overly positive light!". So I'm guessing 900 masochists, christians, sadists, etc. My opinion on Euthanasia is mind your own fucking business, what fucking right do you have to condemn someone who wants to end their own suffering. Terry Pratchett, author of the fantastic Discworld books and sufferer of Alzheimers, just became even more honorable in my view for working on this documentary.

here's an article on it: 63% of votes say yes, the BBC was right to show "an assisted suicide." Woop.

Goodreader for Ipod/pad/phone

Finally I found a pdf reader that allows me to copy my pdfs from my harddisc! It's the first and probably only app I will ever buy for my Ipod. It's ridicously small to read ofcourse, but just as decent as reading web text so works fine for me. I already copied a few RAW and PKD books, a Song of Fire and Ice, a few NLP books and more I will share when I've read some good stuff on the move when this busy. All the other apps just offered some free books to choose from, bah!
I'd actually love something like this on pc, having my last page automatically saved is so much fun for someone like me who likes to read ten books at a time lol.
If you don't have iOS 4.0 but lower, you can't use USB to transfer in itunes, but you can enable a wireless network folder within the app, and just copy pdf's in your web browser on your computer to your iThingy.
Speaking of pdfs, during the move I dropped off the wrong old computer at the container park and lost my pdf library of over 50GB :P ouch. Not to mention the audiobook library, and music, oh data! How you will be missed (and downloaded again :P). I'll be moving to my new place the 20th when Internet should finally be activated there.

Goodreader site, itunes

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Big plans

I (finally) have big plans (that I'll actually act on to realize)
what about you? :)

Fisher Z - The Worker


Hated journey on the train
Always been the same
Looking out windows
Second class and second best
(Oooooooh)
What a waste of time

Sleep for five stops in a row
Prepare yourself to go
Waterloo station
Bought a '69 Capri
Failed the M.O.T.
What a waste of time
The Worker, the worker

Always kiss the wife goodbye
Often wonder why
Seven in the morning
Think it's time You had a change
Wouldn't that be strange
What a waste of time

The worker, the worker

Monday, June 6, 2011

Frequency update

Hey all, no worries posting will resume as soon as I find the time and material, just busy with work and getting my new place in order and all cosy ;)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Egg, by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Katt Williams - Haters

And now some motivational inspiration for today!



"Live your motherfucking life. You gotta get your motherfucking hustle. Understand ****** is gonna hate you regardless, get that out of your head that fantasy world where ****** ain't hating on you. You gotta to be grateful, you need haters, wtf is you complaining about, wtf do you think a hater's job is?! If you got 14 hating on you, you need to figure out how the fuck to get to 16 before the summer get here! If you got nobody to hate on, feel free to hate on me, say my hair ain't luxurious when you know it is bitch!"


You cannot understand a man's actions unless you understand his beliefs

"If I try to explain, you must get your mind out of the arena of ordinary politics. When I say Hitler does have a Master, that doesn't mean he is a front man in the pedestrian political sense." The novelist paused. "How can I present the picture so you will understand it? You are not German... How can you understand a people of whom it has been said, truthfully, that they have one foot in their own land and one foot in Thule? Have you even heard of Thule? That's the German name for the fabulous kingdom the Greeks called Atlantis. Whether this kingdom ever existed is immaterial; the belief in it has existed since the dawn of history and beliefs motivate actions. In fact, you cannot understand a man's actions unless you understand his beliefs."

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.

Fractal Painting Thingy



It's like a fractal... painting... video... thingy... man... with some Floyd. Lyrics again related to last few posts. Funny how that happens ;).

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around
Choose your own ground

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down
It's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave

Friday, May 27, 2011

Tips and tricks for physical experience

Related to the last Terence Mckenna post I found this an interesting read: Tips and tricks for physical experience
Attachment to "past" is part of the linear illusion. There are infinite pasts. What we remember as past -- we can use it, change it, or let it go.

"The future" is actually an infinite number of futures. "It" is not determined by the past, only by what we conjure, summon and create for ourselves in the now. We have an empty slate, and all possibilities we can imagine are available to us.

The present is not a result of the past, either. Everything we experience in the present moment is telling us about who we are, right now. now. now. now. Physical reality is a mirror.

The drama and trauma of the old paradigm is worn out. We've experienced all of that over and over again. We're creating a new world now, and so many of the old rules don't apply because we're realizing we are so much more than we thought we were. We can simply let go of old ideas that no longer serve us. Now is the time.

Read it all here

"We are in fact hyperdimentional objects of some sort which cast a shadow into matter."

“We are not primarily biology with mind emerging as a kind of iridescence, a kind of epiphenomenon at the higher levels of organization of biology. We are in fact hyperdimentional objects of some sort which cast a shadow into matter. And the shadow in matter is the body.”

This quote quadruples in awesomeness if you can hear how Terence pronounces "body" ;p. Another fantastic McKenna talk at the Psychedelic Salon: Podcast 267 – “Exploring the Abyss”:

Thanks Relaxed Focus

Illuminatus! Excerpt: Hagbard Celine acts as lawyer for the Native Americans VS the US government

Federal Court for the 17th District of New York State. Plaintiffs: John Feather, Samuel Arrows, et al. Defendants: Bureau of Indian Affairs, Department of the Interior, and President of the United States. For plaintiffs: Hagbard Celine. For the defendants: George Kharis, John Alucard, Thomas Moriarity, James Moran. Presiding: Justice Quasimodo Immhotep.

MR. FEATHER (concluding): And it will be because men do not speak words but speak shit!

MR. KHARIS: Your honor, I move that the last speech be stricken from the record as irrelevant and immaterial. We are dealing here with a practical question, the need of the people of New York for this dam, and Mr. Feather's superstitions are totally beside the point.

MR. CELINE: Your honor, the people of New York have survived a long time without a dam in that particular place. They can survive longer without it. Can anything survive, anything worth having, if our words become, as Mr. Feather says, excrement? Can anything we can reasonably call American Justice survive, if the words of our first President, if the sacred honor of George Washington is destroyed, if his promise that the Mohawk could keep these lands "as long as the mountain stands and the grass is green," if all that becomes nothing but excrement?

MR. KHARIS: Counsel is not arguing. Counsel is making speeches.

MR. CELINE: I am speaking from the heart. Are you— or are you speaking excrement that you are ordered to speak by your superiors?

MR. ALUCARD: More speeches.

MR. CELINE: More excrement.

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Control yourself, Mr. Celine.

MR. CELINE: I am controlling myself. Otherwise, I would speak as frankly as
my client and say that most of the speeches here are plain old shit. Why do I say "excrement" at all, if it isn't, tike you people, to disguise a little what we are all doing? It's shit. Plain shit.

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Mr. Celine, you are coming very close to contempt of court. I warn you.

MR. CELINE: Your honor, we speak the tongue of Shakespeare, of Milton, of Melville. Must we go on murdering it? Must we tear it away from its last umbilical connection with reality? What is going on in this room, actually? Defendants, the U.S. government and its agents, want to steal some land from my clients. How long do we have to argue that they have no justice, no right, no honor, in their cause? Why can't we say highway robbery is highway robbery, instead of calling it eminent domain? Why can't we say shit is shit, instead of calling it excrement? Why do we never use language to convey meaning? Why must we always use it conceal meaning? Why do we never speak from the heart? Why do we always speak words programmed into us, like robots?

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Mr. Celine, I warn you again.

MR. FEATHER: And I warn you. The world will die. The stars will go out. If men and women cannot trust the words spoken, the earth will crack, like a rotten pumpkin.

MR. KHARIS: I call for a recess. Plaintiff and their counsel are both in no emotional state to continue at this time.

MR. CELINE: You even have guns. You have men with guns and clubs, who are called marshals, and they will beat me if I don't shut up. How do you differ from any other gang of bandits, then, except in using language that conceals what you are doing? The only difference is that the bandits are more honest. That's the only difference. The only difference.

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP : Mr. Marshal, restrain the counsel.

MR. CELINE: You're stealing what isn't yours. Why can't you talk turkey for just one moment? Why—

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Just hold him, Marshal. Don't use unnecessary force. Mr. Celine, I am tempted to forgive you, considering that you are obviously much involved with your clients, emotionally. However, such mercy on my part would encourage other lawyers to believe they could follow your example. I have no choice. I find you guilty of contempt of court. Sentencing will take place when court reconvenes after a fifteen-minute recess. You may speak at that time, but only on any mitigating grounds that should lighten the degree of your sentence. I will not hear the United States government called bandits again. That is all.

MR. CELINE: You steal land, and you will not hear yourselves called bandits. You order men with guns and clubs to hold us down, and you will not hear yourselves called thugs. You don't act from the heart; where the hell do you act from? What in God's name does motivate you?

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Restrain him, Marshal.

MR. CELINE: (Indistinguishable.)

JUSTICE IMMHOTEP: Fifteen-minute recess.

BAILIFF: All rise.

Memes

Some internet randomness from MCS





Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Guess what



Marina and the Diamonds - I am not a Robot

Marina has a synaesthetic condition that involves seeing musical notes and days of the week in different colours. *Jealous*. The Diamonds refers to the fans, not her band.

Standing Army

"The unit of Empire in the classic European empires was the colony, the unit for the American empire is not the colony, it's the military base." Chalmers Johnson



There are over 700 American bases scattered across the globe in over 100 countries. There are 0 foreign bases in the USA. Obama's Defense Budget of 680 billion dollars is 30 billion more than Bush's last of 650.

"Bases are the Empire." Noam Chomsky



"Perpetual war for perpetual peace has been the American dream." Gore Vidal

Monday, May 23, 2011

Game of Thrones



"Honor!? You think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear!"

If you don't know what to watch (download), I highly recommend Game of Thrones from HBO. It's based on the novels A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin which is one the famous epic fantasy series out there. Stellar acting and plotlines, off to a great start. I'm especially enjoying Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister, in fact, all the actors do an amazing job.
Considering the unintentionally funny Camelot (skinhead Merlin anyone? surferboy brat-overnight Arthur anyone? :p) - which stunningly is about a thousand times worse than the British Merlin series, it's welcome evidence that some tv makers still give a damn about what they show.


Storyline
Seven noble families fight for control of the mythical land of Westeros. Political and sexual intrigue abound. The primary families are the Stark, Lannister, and Baratheon families. Robert Baratheon, King of Westeros, asks his old friend Eddard Stark to serve as his chief advisor. Eddard, suspecting that his predecessor had been murdered, accepts so that he can investigate further. The Queen's family, the Lannisters, may be hatching a plot to take control. Across the sea, the last surviving members of the previously deposed ruling family, the Targaryens, are also plotting a return to power. The conflict between these families and others, including the Greyjoys, the Tullys, the Arryns, and the Tyrells, leads to war. Meanwhile, in the north, an ancient evil awakens. Amidst war and the political confusion, a brotherhood of misfits, The Night's Watch, is all that stands between the realms of men and the horrors beyond.