Aron Ranen, San Francisco’s foremost Gonzo documentarian, returns to IndieFest with a special work-in-progress screening of his latest feature film – a peripatetic journey to discover the secret history of psychedelics. He follows the story wherever it leads him – from the legitimate experiments conducted at the Harvard Divinity school to rather bizarre plans to unleash LSD on enemy troops on the battlefield.
He interviews Ram Dass (who was Richard Alpert when he was still Timothy Leary’s associate at Harvard), visits Paul Krassner former editor of The Realist, ‘Monkey Mike’ – a North Bay researcher who (with the government’s blessing) kept primates in huge cages in his backyard and was gave them LSD as late as the mid-70s, and he locates the notorious North Beach brothel used by the CIA to dose unsuspecting Johns (as agents observed the resultant chaos from behind one-way mirrors). Drop ‘em if you got ‘em.
"Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear." Thomas Jefferson
Thanks Corbeau for recommending the album Heavy Mental. I'd have to highlight all the lyrics so I don't! Check it:
[hell razah] The sunz of man-sion, has been opened up The door is open, yeah, yeah
It’s like, beware of biochips, I share hits Harder than slavewhips like I waited to get tips From egypts to seaships, to bein chased by new york Cops out the precincts, and words was bricks We buildin projects to pyramids, evil kid I destroy your ass like london bridge, smoke trees of weed Take off the leaves out the twigs, pure truth is what I got to give A lot to live for, you ain’t rich before poor It ain’t peace without poor, how would stand without a floor Under, over, toxicated, sober Younger, older you’re elevated, higher than a empire state Elevators I roll with creators and cremators Stalkin through this nature, the heaven raise ya Capacity in your brains beyond the clouds of rain Seven and a half are contained Space was my birthplace, meditate in cocoons Now see snakes in human costumes...
[killah priest] Expand your mind (4x) In time... in time...
[father lord] Call this, the blind man talk, cripple man walk See nor hear not summon as lord Divident per segment def unseen beings Speak no evil to all I see, tappin into the Worlds vision with the proper rhythmic meditation Situation on lives from state to state Rent to pay, state debate, contract dates Cheddar in error, slave mental death to the treasure Washing my robe in the blood of the lamb, constant plan Never strayin new york cause I rock supreme forever for I can never ? blackring? on the ? axspring? the ghetto compact Put em on tracks, and let’s see how they act as the aftermath Increase accelerate the sun behind you radiate, to burn to ashes Ain’t one of the parties you been crashing Bring the beat and i’ma slash it My niggaz make sure the doors have been barricaded It’s about to sign off, some shit you can read in block spin But make no mistake, devil players, penetrate with your smarts Redrum mania reincarnate to another shape Bomb flashes, what can happen, new jack-in Your rappin ain’t the magnum so when he cought up to half these Niggaz even stole the soul of the streets in motion
[killah priest] Expand your mind Seek and you shall find
Walkin through the pineal glands, like it was a unfathered man Knowledge is the key to the mind which is a mysterious doorway Through a long dark hallway Use your concious as a compass to avoid being conquered By nonsense, use your subconcious as a map Once it’s time to head back use your food for thought And leave breadtracks Now we can see the third eye, swift as you burn fly You need common sense as a detour Up ahead there lies three doors for you to see more You might have to meditate to the soft melodies from a keyboard Understanding is your flashlight It reflects the windows to your past life No psychiatrics could raid you from off the mattress As you fall deeper, and it’s hypnotized you better read my lips Cause that’s the guide, out the hallways of negative Which is always competitive; therefore You must never let it live
Seek and you shall find Expand the mind, seek and you shall find Expand your mind, seek and you shall find Expand the mind Seek and you shall find Expand the mind
The Dutch national museum said Thursday that one of its prized possessions, a rock supposedly brought back from the moon by U.S. astronauts, is just a piece of petrified wood.
Rijksmuseum spokeswoman Xandra van Gelder, who oversaw the investigation that proved the piece was a fake, said the museum will keep it anyway as a curiosity.
"It's a good story, with some questions that are still unanswered," she said. "We can laugh about it."
The museum acquired the rock after the death of former Prime Minister Willem Drees in 1988. Drees received it as a private gift on Oct. 9, 1969 from then-U.S. ambassador J. William Middendorf during a visit by the three Apollo 11 astronauts, part of their "Giant Leap" goodwill tour after the first moon landing.
Middendorf, who lives in Rhode Island, told Dutch broadcaster NOS news that he had gotten it from the U.S. State Department, but couldn't recall the exact details.
"I do remember that (Drees) was very interested in the little piece of stone," the NOS quoted Middendorf as saying. "But that it's not real, I don't know anything about that."
"Just because we have been taught to assign UFO phenomena to aliens coming from other planets does not make it so. (Actually, it might, but that's another ontological can of worms.)
We are stuck in a culture that needs to settle on one way to look at things, and uncomfortable with ambiguity, for the most part. Any non-human intelligence who wanted to "conquer" us, or at least make limited contact would do well to exploit this tendency, as well as our reliance on conscious sensory input to make their presence as subtle as a light breeze on our collective consciousness. No flying saucers, death rays, or even handshakes with the President needed." Greg Bishop
The song's lyrics and music video deal with the Juárez murders, a series of rapes and murders in Cd. Juárez of young women who worked in factories called maquiladoras. Cd. Juárez is located just across the U.S.-Mexican border from El Paso, Texas, ATDI's home town. The song explicitly criticizes the federales, or Mexican police, for their lack of response to these cases.
WHEN ANUBIS TALKS, MEN BARK: Part 1: Compensation & Karma Part 2: The Unconscious like a Storm Forming in your Life Part 3: You are Attracting what you Most Reject Part 4: Surrendering the Ego to a Higher Power Within Part 5: My Cancer is here to Heal Me Part 6: The Individual & the Collective are Not Antagonists
BEYOND GOOD VS EVIL SERIES Part 1: Shadow Possession Part 2: The Eternal Gospel Part 3: The Transformation of God Part 4: Love is Beyond Good vs Evil Part 5: To See the Truth, First we must see the Lie Part 6: The Demon Within Boycotts the Deceiver in Us Part 7: The Vampire Apocalypse: Consequences of Rejecting Evil Within
GOLDEN COMPASS SERIES Part 1: Connecting to the higher dimensions: Finding your North Star Part 2: Representing & Defining The Shadow - C.G.Jung Part 3: Connecting to the Paranormal Powers of the Self: Remote Viewing The Plan Part 4: Zombification: Cutting off the Shadow & its deadly consequences Part 5: The Shared Purpose of the (higher) Selves: The Prophecy
