Wednesday. 28th December 2016
Would you rather live in the centre of the fizz of life or in the slowly dissolving outer life where you feel the breaking apart of yourself but don't quite feel the buzzing of life itself.
Even though I've always wanted to be inside it I've actually been feeling rather outside the centre for a while, and I ask myself why, and how I could get back there but I can really only compare it to walking into fire and that it seems to be a basic reaction to reacting to that intensity.
Recently I've found it hard to find lightness in any area of existence really (forget objectivity and how I should be grateful for living in my privileged position, which I understand but ultimately reject due to everybody's subjective reality and that I'm not arrogant enough to believe that anyone less fortunate than me is less happier and that if I simply compare myself to one less fortunate it would make me happier), there's far too much darkness around, not many to believe in or trust, no point in creating or sharing those creations because everyone is now an artist whether it's a social artist or one of the many dying arts, no satisfactory answers to the questions you ask.
I feel like this life is kindof done now, I'm not sure there's much more positivity left in me having being drained of it throughout life itself. And when I look around I see most people are still using the old idea of dragging energy from one person to another, a give and take situation, and I'm bored of that ideology. There needs to be a new way of people energising themselves and being aware of their energy, how they use it and how they acquire it because in my opinion there are far too many people unaware of energy transference and simply take without giving much back.
Wednesday 28 December 2016
Wednesday, 28th December 2016
American standup comedians seem to me to be the modern equivalent to the ancient greek philosophers and playwrights, or artists and sculptors from the renaissance, the best export that the US empire has refined and turned into a new artform.
My favourites that blur the line between comedy and social commentary are George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Andy Kaufman, Dave Chappelle, Louis CK, and Terence Mckenna who although not seen as a comedian shares many attributes to the others.
If you have some more suggestions please send an email, I'm always looking for new classically trained comedians.
American standup comedians seem to me to be the modern equivalent to the ancient greek philosophers and playwrights, or artists and sculptors from the renaissance, the best export that the US empire has refined and turned into a new artform.
My favourites that blur the line between comedy and social commentary are George Carlin, Bill Hicks, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, Andy Kaufman, Dave Chappelle, Louis CK, and Terence Mckenna who although not seen as a comedian shares many attributes to the others.
If you have some more suggestions please send an email, I'm always looking for new classically trained comedians.
Monday 26 December 2016
Saturday 17 December 2016
Saturday, 17th December 2016
Mid to late 20th century lots of individual businesses bought, sold and lost until all were business conglomerates > 21st century individuals becoming social tribes turning into a small number of conglomerates
Nature and chemistry, H2O particles like factions joining, different reactions with different components.
It's good to see humanity back in the sphere of nature after 200 years of scientific arrogance, dividing science, nature and spirituality. Observe humanity as you would molecules. Watch the experiments unfold.
Mid to late 20th century lots of individual businesses bought, sold and lost until all were business conglomerates > 21st century individuals becoming social tribes turning into a small number of conglomerates
Nature and chemistry, H2O particles like factions joining, different reactions with different components.
It's good to see humanity back in the sphere of nature after 200 years of scientific arrogance, dividing science, nature and spirituality. Observe humanity as you would molecules. Watch the experiments unfold.
Tuesday 13 December 2016
Tuesday, 13th December 2016
Say to your God 'You are my best friend, you are the one I create with', because we all may seek attention from strangers and friends, gain or lose status taking us from one great height to the experience in the gutter, whatever our journey we all share only one partner in it all and that is your other self.
Your attractor or/and your repeller conspiring with you to make up stories and create characters to enter your world.
Your life is a myth and a fantasy and you are in on the joke without remembering it, because to find yourself in a game of hide and seek is both terrifying and freeing. This was the answer all along, and together you can create new worlds each knowing that you are always a part of the other.
Say to your God 'You are my best friend, you are the one I create with', because we all may seek attention from strangers and friends, gain or lose status taking us from one great height to the experience in the gutter, whatever our journey we all share only one partner in it all and that is your other self.
Your attractor or/and your repeller conspiring with you to make up stories and create characters to enter your world.
Your life is a myth and a fantasy and you are in on the joke without remembering it, because to find yourself in a game of hide and seek is both terrifying and freeing. This was the answer all along, and together you can create new worlds each knowing that you are always a part of the other.
Friday 9 December 2016
Friday, 9th December 2016
And so finally he let go. What he first considered as holy he now saw as an empty trap, his fingers grasped at an air illusion that never even gave him the physical object to cling to but simply a shadow of his own desperate desires.
He fell through the air watching phantoms pass by as he descended with increasing velocity into a nothingness held together only by the lack of something to envisage in its place.
After a quiet hope of reconciliation, a change in both him and the other, and after having tried every approach he could think of, and after following one mirage after another created by it, he at last gave up, and how satisfying a sip of release is after entombed captivity, watching the created images projected upon the white walls in front of him.
If it is something you cannot see or imagine it becomes just an idea formed by meaningless words, never again would his fingers touch keys to an actual being but only a deformed memory misinformed from the very beginning, and no amount of time would ever clear up the mess that he had made, only realising that the mess was always only in his head and any physical manifestation of it was simply a reflection. And within these phantom mazes sometimes you may hear phantom voices speaking to you, they may speak enticing words to seduce you, they may know every darkest corner of your mind and seem to voice themselves as those walls, but it is still all within you, and those voices were never there in the first place.
And so finally he let go. What he first considered as holy he now saw as an empty trap, his fingers grasped at an air illusion that never even gave him the physical object to cling to but simply a shadow of his own desperate desires.
He fell through the air watching phantoms pass by as he descended with increasing velocity into a nothingness held together only by the lack of something to envisage in its place.
After a quiet hope of reconciliation, a change in both him and the other, and after having tried every approach he could think of, and after following one mirage after another created by it, he at last gave up, and how satisfying a sip of release is after entombed captivity, watching the created images projected upon the white walls in front of him.
If it is something you cannot see or imagine it becomes just an idea formed by meaningless words, never again would his fingers touch keys to an actual being but only a deformed memory misinformed from the very beginning, and no amount of time would ever clear up the mess that he had made, only realising that the mess was always only in his head and any physical manifestation of it was simply a reflection. And within these phantom mazes sometimes you may hear phantom voices speaking to you, they may speak enticing words to seduce you, they may know every darkest corner of your mind and seem to voice themselves as those walls, but it is still all within you, and those voices were never there in the first place.
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