Showing posts with label podcast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label podcast. Show all posts

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Psychedelic Salon 351 Terence McKenna - What is Truth?


It starts with a bang!

What is truth?
"What one is sure of, very little. I would think. Well, I'm getting ready to say nothin'! I guess that's what it is, everything is provisional. As to what I believe in, is what I call the felt presence of immediate experience, the primary datum, I'm very aware that everything else is a construct moving out from that. And so the primary datum is the first level of being, but to say I believe in it..."

"If you're not thinking than you are no more than the onrush of your metabolism and not greatly different from your cat or your dog."

"And so I live by questions, I don't see how you can live any other way."

"I actually try to create a complete explanation, but I always call them models. Because you have to throw them away, you have to keep adding to the model and then throwing it away."

And the quotes listed at Psychedelic Salon:

“Why does mathematics describe nature. That’s a deeper question than most.”

“The real justification for psychedelics is that they feed new data into your model.”

“If you go to Paris you know more about reality than people who don’t. If you smoke DMT you know more about reality than people who don’t.”

“So the idea is to triangulate a sufficiently large number of data points in your set of experience that you can make a model of the world that is not imprisoning. That’s why, second to psychedelics, I think travel is the most boundary-dissolving, educational enterprise that you can get mixed up in.”

“I think the experience over the past thousand years is that ideology is poisonous. . . . The world seen through the lens of ideology is a very limited world.”

“I think what electronic culture permits is incredible diversity, and what the print-created world demanded and created was tremendous suppression of diversity.”

“Television is, to my mind, the most insidious drug that the 20th Century has had to deal with.”

“The Internet is the global brain, the cyberspacially connected, telepathic, collective domain that we’ve all been hungering for.”
 
“The psychedelic species of visual beauty is something we don’t see in our furniture styles and our architecture. It seems to be coming in, literally, from another dimension, and yet it is undeniably moving. It’s beautiful.”

“Niagaras of beauty are flowing by untapped by ordinary consciousness. . . . Would that we could send robots who could film these psychedelic realities. . . . The presence of so much beauty is an argument to me that truth cannot be far away.”

“In the Newtonian and print-created social space that we’re walking around in you are like a self-extracting archive that hasn’t self-extracted itself yet. And then you take psilocybin and you self-extract and unfold.”

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Jason Silva on the Joe Rogan Experience Podcast Remix





Give these 2 cool remix videos with highlights a try if you skipped the full length post.

Lon Milo DuQuette on Occult of Personality

I listened to a great interview about the book Low Magick: It's all in your head you just have no idea how big your head is, you can find the podcast here (number 36, episode 95).

46:20    20/12/2010    
In podcast episode 95, internationally renowned magician, author, and teacher Lon Milo DuQuette returns to the show on the occasion of the publication of his book Low Magick: It's All in Your Head ... You Just Have No Idea How Big Your Head Is. - Lon tells us about Low Magick - both his book an dthe subject more generally, which in times past was referred to as thaumaturgy. Essentially the follow-up to his popular autobiography, My Life with the Spirits, Lon uses entertaining personal anecdotes in this book to explain the philosophy and the basic principles of Solomonic magick. 
"That's why low magic, Solomonic magick, has garnered a bad and dangerous reputation ... It's serious stuff. Because any kind of change or improvement in your life is going to be a challenge."
Lon Milo DuQuette

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Joe Rogan Experience #331 Steven Greer



Joe Rogan dot com
http://siriusdisclosure.com/


Thanks Cam for the link! I'm gonna check out more of Joe Rogan's podcasts, I really enjoyed that. Even though I've no idea how much Greer can be believed about anything. I'm not really impressed with their tiny alien either. Btw if anyone can find the evidence Greer mentions on that sirius disclosure site please tell me where cause I'm not finding anything.

Simulet Podcast #1 Skipping Rocks

Check out Simulet's podcasts! Really refreshing to hear such optimism, and as an IT-er I really liked all the computer comparisons. 
Hello Simulates! Our first podcast is now up for your listening pleasure. Join co-hosts Kevin Russell and Mat Lee as they skip rocks across the pools of mental cognition, and begin to unveil just what techno-optimism really is.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Philip K. Dick's The Divine Invasion ~ Sacred Writings disguised as Science Fiction

Through the port of his dome he made out a bent figure shuffling across the frozen wasteland. An autochthone gripping a meager bundle; it was on some errand.
Pressing the switch of the external bullhorn, Herb Asher said, "Step in here a minute, Clem." This was the name the human settlers had given to the autochthons, to all of them, since they all looked alike. "I need a second opinion."
The autochthone, scowling, shuffled to the hatch of the dome and signaled for entry. Herb Asher activated the hatch mechanism and the intermediate membrane dropped into place. The autochthon disappeared inside. A moment later the displeased autochthon stood within the dome, shaking off methane crystals and glowering at Herb Asher.
Getting out his translating computer, Asher spoke to the autochthon. "This will take just a moment." His analog voice issued from the instrument in a series of clicks and clacks. "I'm getting audio interference that I can't shut off. Is it something your people are doing? Listen."
The autochthon listened, his root-like face twisted and dark. Finally he spoke, and his voice, in English, assumed an unusual harshness. "I hear nothing."
"You're lying," Herb Asher said.
The autochthon said, "I am not lying. Perhaps your mind has gone, due to isolation."
"I thrive on isolation. Anyhow I'm not isolated." He had, after all, the Fox to keep him company.
"I've seen it happen," the autochthon said. "Domers like you suddenly imagine voices and shapes."
Herb Asher got out his stereo microphones, turned on his tape recorder and watched the VU meters. They showed nothing. He turned the gain up to full. Still the VU meters remained idle; their needles did not move. Asher coughed and at once both needles swung wildly and the overload diodes flashed red. Well, the tape recorder simply was not picking up the soupy string music, for some reason. He was more perplexed than ever. The autochthon, seeing all this, smiled.
Into the stereo microphones Asher said distinctly, " '0 tell me all about Anna Livia! I want to hear all about Anna Livia. Well, you know Anna Livia? Yes, of course, we all know Anna Livia. Tell me all. Tell me now. You'll die when you hear. Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt and did what you know. Yes, I know, go on. Wash quit and don't be dabbling. Tuck up your sleeves and loosen your talktapes. And don't butt me- hike !-when you bend. Or whatever-'"
"What is this?" the autochthon said, listening to the translation into his own tongue. Grinning, Herb Asher said, "A famous Terran book. 'Look, look, the dusk is growing. My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne- "The man is mad," the autochthon said, and turned toward the hatch, to leave.
"It's Finnegans Wake," Herb Asher said. "I hope the translating computer got it for you. 'Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome? What Thom Malone? Can't hear-'The autochthon had left, convinced of Herb Asher's insanity. Asher watched him through the port; the autochthon strode away from the dome in indignation.
Again pressing the switch of the external bullhorn, Herb Asher yelled after the retreating figure, "You think James Joyce was crazy, is that what you think? Okay; then explain to me how come he mentions 'talktapes' which means audio tapes in a book he wrote starting in 1922 and which he completed in 1939. Before there were tape recorders! You call that crazy? He also has them sitting around a TV set-in a book started four years after World War I. I think Joyce was a- The autochthon had disappeared over a ridge. Asher released the switch on the external bullhorn.
It's impossible that James Joyce could have mentioned 'talk- tapes" in his writing, Asher thought. Someday I'm going to get my article published; I'm going to prove that Finnegans Wake is an information pool based on computer memory systems that didn't exist until a century after James Joyce's era; that Joyce was plugged into a cosmic consciousness from which he derived the inspiration for his entire corpus of work. I'll be famous forever. [He's not just talking about Joyce, but himself as well.] What must it have been like, he wondered, to actually hear Cathy Berberian read from Ulysses? If only she had recorded the whole book. But, he realized, we have Linda Fox.
His tape recorder was still on, still recording. Aloud, Herb Asher said, "I shall say the hundred-letter thunder word." The needles of the VU meters swung obediently. "Here I go," Asher said, and took a deep breath. 'This is the hundred-letter thunder word from Finnegans Wake. I forget how it goes." He went to the bookshelf and got down the cassette of Finnegans Wake. "I shall not recite it from memory," he said, inserting the cassette and rolling it to the first page of the text. "It is the longest word in the English language," he said. "It is the sound made when the primordial schism occurred in the cosmos, when part of the damaged cosmos fell into darkness and evil. Originally we had the Garden of Eden, as Joyce points out. Joyce-"
His radio sputtered on. The foodman was contacting him, telling him to prepare to receive a shipment. "...awake?" the radio said. Hopefully.
Contact with another human. Herb Asher shrank involuntarily. Oh Christ, he thought. He trembled. No, he thought. Please no.

"Oh, then that soap opera isn't a soap opera." She turned to the screen of the TV. "I've been intercepting a psychotronic information-transfer. I must have plugged in the wrong cable. Damn. Well, what the hell. I thought it was on the air an awful lot of the time."

"I do remember some things, then," Emmanuel said.
"You'll remember more. You see, you set up a disinhibiting stimulus that would remind you before-well, when the right time came. You're the only one who knows what the stimulus is. Even Elias doesn't know it. I don't know it; you hid it from me, back when you were what you were."
"I am what I am now," Emmanuel said.
"Yes, except that you have an impaired memory," Zina said, pragmatically. "So it isn't the same.
"I guess not," the boy said. "I thought you said you could make me remember."
"There are different kinds of remembering. Elias can make you remember a little, and I can make you remember more; but only your own disinhibiting stimulus can make you be. The word is .. . you have to bend close to me to listen; only you should hear this word. No, I'll write it." Zina took a piece of paper from a nearby desk, and a length of chalk, and wrote one word.
HAYAH
Gazing down at the word, Emmanuel felt memory come to him, but only for a nanosecond; at once-almost at once-it departed. "Hayah," he said, aloud.
"That is the Divine Tongue," Zina said.
"Yes," he said. "I know." The word was Hebrew, a Hebrew root word. And the Divine Name itself came from that word. He felt a vast and terrible awe; he felt afraid.
"Fear not," Zina said quietly.
"I am afraid," Emmanuel said, "because for a moment I remembered." Knew, he thought, who I am.

But he forgot again. By the time he and the girl had gone outside into the yard he no longer knew. And yet-strange!-he knew that he had known, known and forgotten again almost at once. As if, he thought, I have two minds inside me, one on the surface and the other in the depths. The surface one has been injured but the deep one has not. And yet the deep one can't speak; it is closed up. Forever? No; there would be the stimulus, one day. 
His own device.
Probably it was necessary that he not remember. Had he been able to recall into consciousness everything, the basis of it all, then the government would have killed him. 
There existed two heads of the beast, the religious one, a Cardinal Fulton Statler Harms, and then a scientific one named N. Bulkowsky. But these were phantoms. To Emmanuel the Christian-Islamic Church and the Scientific Legate did not constitute reality. He knew what lay behind them. Elias had told him. But even had Elias not told him he would have known anyhow; he would everywhere and at every time be able to identify the Adversary. What did puzzle him was the girl Zina. Something in the situation did not ring right. Yet she had not lied; she could not lie. He had not made it possible for her to deceive; that constituted her fundamental nature: her veracity. All he had to do was ask her.

"Yah made me sick?" Rybys said. After a pause Elias nodded.
"What is this?" Rybys said furiously. "A coup of some kind? You're going to smuggle-"
Interrupting her, Elias said in a low, harsh voice, "The Roman X Fretensis."
"Masada," Rybys said. "Seventy-three C.E. Right? I thought so. I started thinking so when a Clem told me about the mountain deity at our Station Five."
"He lost," Elias said. "The Tenth Legion was made up of fifteen thousand experienced soldiers. But Masada held out for almost two years. And there were less than a thousand Jews at Masada, including women and children."
To Herb Asher, Rybys said. "Only seven women and children survived the fall of Masada. It was a Jewish fortress. They had hidden in a water conduit." To Elias Tate she said, "And Yahweh was driven from the Earth."
"And the hopes of man," Elias said, "faded away."
Herb Asher said, "What are you two talking about?"
"A fiasco," Elias Tate said briefly.
"So he-Yah-first makes me sick, and then he-" She broke off. "Did he start out from this star system originally? Or was he driven here?"
"He was driven here," Elias said. "There is a zone around Earth now. A zone of evil. It keeps him out."
"The Lord?" Rybys said. "The Lord is kept out? Away from Earth?" She stared at Elias Tate.
"The people of Earth do not know," Elias Tate said.
"But you know," Herb Asher said. "Right? How do you know all these things? How do you know so much? Who are you?"
Elias Tate said, "My name is Elijah."

More excerpts on the way... In other news, PKD's Man in the High Castle will be adapted to TV, there are some good people working on it though it's for SyFy so it might go either way.
Also check out 42 Minutes fascinating interview with Anthony Peake on "VALIS as Daemon? PKD and the VALIS-Loop." 01.29.13 Episode 69: Anthony Peake. Chapter 25 of The Sync Book Vol. 2. Visit: AnthonyPeake.com. Listen to Anthony's own podcast, The Peake Experience: The Anthony Peake Consciousness Hour.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Tribute to RAW

Sharing another Psychedelic Salon podcast I listened to on holiday. Check out A Tribute to RAW by Douglas Rushkoff, Antero Alli, Tiffany Lee Brown, and Joseph Matheny. It's so nice to find out RAW was such a delight, would have loved to meet the man.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Sync Book - 42 Minutes podcasts

Check out 42 Minutes, William Morgan and Douglas Bolles host a lively weekly conversation in which they naturally discuss "the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything" with the interesting authors, thinkers, syncers and philosophers of our day. The show is recorded live on Tuesday mornings at 11:11 a.m. (Eastern standard time), and has its genesis in a series of discussions regarding The Sync Book, of which, both hosts are authors. 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Bruce Damer & Dennis McKenna – “A Deep Dive Into the Mind of McKenna”

Dear Terence McKenna fans, this podcast at the Psychedelic Salon Podcast 316 will probably break your heart as it broke mine. However it also affirmed for me that not becoming a fulltime entheogenic explorer - something I have sort of regretted a long time - was the right thing to do after all, I only found this out about Terence from this podcast (to know exactly what, you'll have to listen). A bad trip doesn't mean you should stop travelling alltogether, but these travels take you to unexpected destinations and it's not to be taken lightly at all. And mine sure got me frightened enough to not wanna do it alone ever again, and who knows how the heaven one can find a sitter for an entheogen trip these days if you don't have any likeminded friends nearby. Anyway this is a must listen (I typed "lesson" first, haha) for Terence McKenna fans. Prepare to have some illusions destroyed if you're not fully aware about his history yet as I was, but don't worry, he's still one of my main heroes and should probably remain a hero to all who know him regardless of his faults, which I find were maybe sort of overstated a bit too in the podcast. Bless you Terence, wherever you are!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Chris Knowles interview on William Henry's Revelations


Could there be a connection between comic book heroes and real aliens, either unconscious or something created in the minds of comic book artists by the aliens themselves? Christopher Knowles points out many instances of comic artists being pop culture prophets, among them the fact that a book was drawn involving a face on Mars in 1959, and in 1971 the concept of the stargate entered our imaginations--out of a comic book.

Listen to the full interview here at Revelations with William Henry.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Nardwuar vs Robert Anton Wilson

Nardwuar asks Robert Anton Wilson, "You're Robert Anton Wilson, aren't you, Robert Anton Wilson?"

Nardwuar: Who are you?
Robert Anton Wilson: Okay, I’m Robert Anton Wilson to my readers, Bob Wilson to my friends, and "that old crank" to my neighbors.

Robert Anton Wilson, are you a witch?
Was that "a witch" or "a bitch?"

A witch! Robert Anton Wilson.
Which kind of witch?

You know a witch. You’ve done a few readings in Victoria. That’s like the witching capital of Canada. Are you a witch, or did you gravitate there?
I have been a witch I probably still am a witch.

What happened to Timothy Leary’s head?
Well, there are various versions of that, the accepted version is that he gave up on cryonics, and had his whole body cremated. But there’s a myth or a legend going around, or a rumour that may be true, for all I know. And that was all put on to prevent the authorities from interfering with his plans to commit suicide when the cancer got too painful, and have his head preserved, and so actually it was only his body that was cremated. The head was preserved, secretly. I don’t know whether that’s true or not; as I say, it’s a rumour. There’s another rumour going about, that the Fed.'s have seized his ashes because of a high quality of controlled substances in his ashes, and nobody knows what the street value might be.

Robert Anton Wilson, are you a CIA agent?
Ahh, if I were, I would deny it.

Are you an agent of disinformation?
Absolutely, and information.

So how come you haven’t been knocked off? Doesn’t that lead to the fact that you are a CIA agent, or that you are an agent of disinformation, Robert Anton Wilson?
Well, I tell you that Mae Brussell accused me of being an agent of the Rockefeller conspiracy. And I confessed that it was true, and I that my cellar is stacked high with gold bars that are brought every month, by David Rockefeller, personally. And I’m sure, up until her death, that she went around showing that letter to prove to people that I had confessed. People who want to believe such things are perfectly free to believe them. Woof, woof, woof.

Read or listen to it all at Nardwuar.com

Monday, March 9, 2009

Neil 'The Cleaver' Kramer on Stormy Weather

I really enjoyed this 2 part talk at Aeolus Kephas' Stormy Weather with Neil Kramer from the Cleaver. Part 1 is here, 2 here or go to the Stormy Weather podcast site (Podcast 22 & 22.5). I'll be off reading Castaneda and Steiner!
“Stormy Weather is de-lighted to offer the penetrating insights of Neil “The Cleaver” Kramer, imaginal landscaper, eschaton surfer, matrix warrior, self-liberator & megalith builder.”

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Black Light in the Attic Podcast: Doug Stanhope & Lorenzo

"Well this week we present you with two interviews. The first is comedian Doug Stanhope and we caught him after two days of straight ritalin and vodka... yeah. Then our friend Lorenzo (the Podfather! from the Psychedelic Salon) comes back into the Attic to discuss more Burning Man stuff. All I've got to say about this one is: Send the Postcard."

"Indubitably! Step in. Then bury yourself." Black Light in the Attic

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Synchromystic All-Stars on Red Ice & Stormy Weather

CK posted these at Secret Sun and it's new sister blog, The Solar Satellite:
"I had a mind-bending Skype-a-thon last week with Aeolus Kephas of the Stormy Weather podcast and the first of two installments is up now."
update: part two is up.

"Henrik and Fredrik at Red Ice Creations Radio have been tapping into the Synchromystic goldmine for recent shows. The latest has Freeman discussing his Obama-Akhenaten theory (of course, I absolutely see Obama as the new Tut, but Freeman is always awesome on the symbols). And exploring the nether regions we have Ben Singleton of the essential Pseudo-Occult Media and Todd Campbell from the fearless Through the Looking Glass."
I really enjoyed CK's interview, here's one of many gems:
AK: What qualities do you like about others the most?
CK: Curiosity.
AK: What quality do you dislike about others?
CK: Certainty.
AK: Hmm, good answer.
Agreed!