Friday, 7th October 2016
A part of every person is an ebbing of the past wave and a flow of the new wave
The wave doesn't ever end or begin
We may think that we are on the crest of the wave, and for a very brief moment maybe we are, but the wave never crashes as intensely as we think it will and our end point is most usually just some foam on the edge of the shore
We are getting closer and closer to the day of judgement, seeing that
everything we do do is either witnessed or judged or recorded.
Welcome to the courthouse.
How much more present can we get without projecting an imagined world
Friday, 7 October 2016
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Thursday, 29th September 2016
A society rock-filled and mathematical speaking to glowing orbs in the dark sky, a communal conversation between heavens and people, the stories being played out time and time again over the years every evening as if a family's home lent out their living room each night for a movie gatherings.
A veil is pulled over the earth suffocating the majority of the people and the conversations become bedtime stories which in turn to fantasy which turn into searches for leprechauns and fairies, the talking to angels. The lost interactive mathematics are turned into a new formula, with new symbols simplified for single-minded minds, concrete and decisive, and so the fairytales get derided and debased.
A society rock-filled and mathematical speaking to glowing orbs in the dark sky, a communal conversation between heavens and people, the stories being played out time and time again over the years every evening as if a family's home lent out their living room each night for a movie gatherings.
A veil is pulled over the earth suffocating the majority of the people and the conversations become bedtime stories which in turn to fantasy which turn into searches for leprechauns and fairies, the talking to angels. The lost interactive mathematics are turned into a new formula, with new symbols simplified for single-minded minds, concrete and decisive, and so the fairytales get derided and debased.
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Wednesday, 14th September 2016
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
Monday, 22 August 2016
Monday. 22nd August 2016
I have been listening to this and making collages whilst trying to decode the ideas that Mckenna's words bring forth. My words, as always, only provide an unspecific, hazy environment in which they live, but in keeping with my general vagueness of understandings being painted with a sparsely fibred brush using dyes of long dead plants faded with antiquity I must share anyhow.
1.
An idea
Ideas that have died out due to procreation, information not passed down through DNA and found its own meagre way out through the written and drawn and musical worlds.
Countless ideas that were destined to become extinct because the soil it found itself thrown upon was not conducive to its replication (generally procreation).
This shows the inexhaustive effort on the part of survival of certain thoughts or philosophies which show themselves through the logos, or collective unconscious, or countless voices of god, whichever way you choose to describe it.
It is voice or information that streams to you, is given to you, for another part of your brain to try decode and understand the best it can.
2.
As technology advances we will be given a clearer view of idea versus physical truth.
As we leave the current sphere of existence we still are clinging on to the idea of physical truth that has been given to us through Darwinism and the idea that ideas somehow form matter to then mutate and evolve into other such creations.
But what is forgotten are these ideas that weren't recreated through procreation, and yet still exist, seemingly random throughout families and cultures that are often unhelpful or even hostile to the idea itself being brought up.
The seeds that just won't die, the ones that are kept safe within the indestructable shell they have formed around themselves, simply waiting for the right environment to present itself for the ideas to grow forth and continue the thought.
The ideas are not genetic but held outside ourselves to which we can open ourselves up to. Physical truths take time to evolve whereas the idea can be instantly visited and explored by any such being wanting and desiring the ideas to share themselves.
I have been listening to this and making collages whilst trying to decode the ideas that Mckenna's words bring forth. My words, as always, only provide an unspecific, hazy environment in which they live, but in keeping with my general vagueness of understandings being painted with a sparsely fibred brush using dyes of long dead plants faded with antiquity I must share anyhow.
1.
An idea
Ideas that have died out due to procreation, information not passed down through DNA and found its own meagre way out through the written and drawn and musical worlds.
Countless ideas that were destined to become extinct because the soil it found itself thrown upon was not conducive to its replication (generally procreation).
This shows the inexhaustive effort on the part of survival of certain thoughts or philosophies which show themselves through the logos, or collective unconscious, or countless voices of god, whichever way you choose to describe it.
It is voice or information that streams to you, is given to you, for another part of your brain to try decode and understand the best it can.
2.
As technology advances we will be given a clearer view of idea versus physical truth.
As we leave the current sphere of existence we still are clinging on to the idea of physical truth that has been given to us through Darwinism and the idea that ideas somehow form matter to then mutate and evolve into other such creations.
But what is forgotten are these ideas that weren't recreated through procreation, and yet still exist, seemingly random throughout families and cultures that are often unhelpful or even hostile to the idea itself being brought up.
The seeds that just won't die, the ones that are kept safe within the indestructable shell they have formed around themselves, simply waiting for the right environment to present itself for the ideas to grow forth and continue the thought.
The ideas are not genetic but held outside ourselves to which we can open ourselves up to. Physical truths take time to evolve whereas the idea can be instantly visited and explored by any such being wanting and desiring the ideas to share themselves.
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