Happy New Year!

 

We’ve been searching the sky for answers
Look to the stars so that I feel small
And my problems don’t seem so big.

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”

—  Chris McCandless

This film examines the re-emergence of archaic techniques of ecstasy in the modern world by weaving a synthesis of ecological and evolutionary awareness,electronic dance culture, and the current pharmacological re-evaluation of entheogenic compounds.

you must be ready to accept the possibility that there is a limitless range of awareness for which we now have no words; that awareness can expand beyond range of your ego, your self, your familiar identity, beyond everything you have learned, beyond your notions of space and time, beyond the differences which usually separate people from each other and from the world around them.

— The Tibetan Book of The Dead

My mind’s been racing, shaping this world I knew
My lungs are breaking a promise I made to you,
Can abyss take me far away?
High above these lands I flee,
Searching for the truth within me,
The answer scares the shit out of me,

My eyes are fixed on the stars and now I see,
I’m nothing but a biological machine,
Floating on a rock in outer space,
Suddenly it all makes sense,
Nothing in the world matters cause,
Time flies by and I’m sixty five

My life is flashing by my bloodshot eyes,
Floating through infinite space and time,
If we don’t follow our hearts,
Then what the hell are we even living for?
I died and was reborn,
And me is we
Life becomes redefined

With eyes like saucers in the blue,
All life is torn at the seams,
I can see to infinity,
These kaleidoscopic beings are calling for me

Must crucify the ego before it’s far too late. Leave behind this place, so negative and blind and cynical. And you will come to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that’s imagined and all conceivable. So let the light touch you, and let the words spill through. Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason…. Before we pine away.

— Tool 

Rainbow Serpent Being - By Alex Grey
“Rainbow Serpent Being,” the most recent artwork by Alex Grey, was painted while on tour in four Australian cities. The theme honors the annual gathering that has brought together “Love Tribe” Aussies for the last thirteen years.  The Rainbow Serpent Festival is held each year in Victoria, Australia on the weekend prior to Australia Day. The serpent of Aboriginal legend is of immense proportions, originates from beneath the ground and is responsible for pushing up huge ridges, mountains, gorges, and meandering snake-like waterways across the landscape.  Resting in deep permanent waterholes, the mythic Rainbow Serpent, is symbolic of the creative force.”

This shift of consciousness that inspires such things is universal in everybody, 99% and 1% and it’s awakening in different people in different ways. I think love is the felt experience of connection to another being. An economist says that more essentially more for you is less for me, but the lover knows that more for you is more for me. If you love somebody then their happiness is your happiness. Their pain is your pain. Your sense of Self expands to include other beings. That’s love, the expansion of the Self, to include the other. That’s a different kind of revolution. There’s no one to fight. There’s no evil to fight. There’s no other in this revolution.

This is so fucking good! :)

"Today, a young man on acid, realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... here's Tom with the weather."

-Bill Hicks

 

"Come to the edge," he said.
They said, "We are afraid."
"Come to the edge," he said.
They came, he pushed them...
and they flew.''

We are like caterpillars, contemplating pupation.

 

- Terrence McKenna

Bright Eyes

- The People's Key full album stream



Thanks Bright Eyes, this is muy excelente, sehr gut, очень хорошо, 很好, trè bon, جيدة جدا, fan-fuckin-tastic!

Joe Rogan and Explosions in the Sky

Tonight, I took a big deep breathe, listened to this, looked at the night sky and said whatever happens, happens.

Open up your mind.

 

At low doses hallucinogenic interruption is felt as entoptic hallucination, but at higher doses modulatory interruption leads to more extreme frame destabilization. Subjects under the influence of tryptamine hallucinogens report sensory frame lag and slow-motion frames; frame delay or echo; frame flange or recursive looping; frame stacking or frame freezing; frame rewind and fast forward; dropped frames; split or bifurcating frames; frame skipping; and similar non-linear frame effects. These are all examples of extreme erratic hallucination linked to multisensory frame destabilization.

- Psychedelic Information Theory

No more I but we, in perfect harmony.

What is real?

Sunshine makes me high.

I stand alone, Burned every bridge over the troubled water,
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming,
I’ve been running
trying to function fine
without my mind climbing out this fucking corner
I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
A forgotten rebel craft in the absence of heaven’s heavy hands
to develop an evident level of benevolence
so it’s probably better I sold my soul to the devil.
This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me,
Don’t pretend to understand none of the issues that I’m holding.
I was in a rush to grow up,
look Mom no cuts
Just a stomach in disgust,
and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don’t slow up I’ll see you on my way
One day this shit’ll kill me but I guess that it’s OK
I’ve lost all faith in a world so full of hate
and I don’t fucking love music I just use it to escape
I’m caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
Everything takes its toll but there’s no tolls I can take
I haven’t yet found a good reason to be awake
Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
I’m angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
And keeps me down,
stealing all my energy
I’m feeling like my enemy,
concealing my identity
Not dealing with my tendencies,
I peel the skin and then I squeeze
The real imprinted Hanse Disease not human in this century,
I’m kneeling to the entity
Who built this penitentiary,
as filthy as a centipede
And guilt was in his sense cause he
was willing to just let me bleed,
While I wore a game face
In 5 years don’t check for me I’ll be in the same place
This planet’s just an over-populated mental hospital
Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
So here it is I’m finally coming out my shell
All this years of my life have been in conflict with myself
I’m insecure by every facet of my existence
From my addictions,
to the condition I choose to live in
Who you kidding?
I suffer from excess anxiety
A product of pollution in European society
Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
but I’ve been trying disregarding my insanity
Every form of art isolates us from humanity
But it’s provoked against being force fed so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years of headaches from my peers Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
They taught me how to know everything except my soul
Which is everything I need to grow Everything that keeps me whole Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea So
I leave with golden hopes to rip the leash that holds my focus
but the fact remains the same,
I’m still bound by chains
It doesn’t matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you’re still bound by chains
Some people say I’ve changed, and it’s harder to relate to me
Good, I never liked you
our friendship was make believe
I’m peeling the mask back and revealing the rap that’s been
Feeling my organs drilling short distorted portions of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder The minutes get shorter,
the walls start to close in Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin I’ve hidden in the darkness for too long I make it look all right but on the inside it’s all wrong
I want life to change but I don’t know if it can
for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am

I stand alone burned every bridge over the troubled water No longer hiding from my personality disorder You want to die in my life? then come and stay in madness’ favorite little corner
Cause even shadows have shadows
and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding

I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me

Even Shadows have Shadows Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience’s laughter
Even Shadows have Shadows How am I to break free from my fears
When I don’t like what I see and I can’t feel what I hear
Even Shadows have Shadows So don’t judge my book by it’s cover
Cause my story’s just fucked up as any other.

rats fighting then forgetting why

People do this too!

And if she only knew, how long I’ve waited for her
How her smiles enough to make my winter warmer
If she knew the way she walks could take away my storm
She’d probably call the cops and get a restraining order.
SX

Go hiking
Smile at a stranger
Wonder at the sunset
Read a book
Drawing a silly picture
Fly a kite
Build a sandcastle
Feel the sun’s warmth hugging your skin
Sing to the stars
Lay in the grass and find faces and things in the clouds
Write a poem or story
Meditate
Don’t just have sex, make love
Don’t just eat food, enjoy it, taste it fully
Enjoy all the colors and beauty that surrounds you
Walk through the park
Climb to the top of a mountain
Hug a tree, and maybe tell it a story
Look for the many in one and the oneness in many
Laugh
Cry
Do both at the same time
Dance naked, and feel how natural it is
Go outside!
Try to see the beauty in just one thing everyday.

"Telepathy operates constantly. If you continually expect an individual to behave in a particular manner, then you are constantly sending him telepathic suggestions that he will do so. Each individual reacts to suggestion. According to the specific conditions existing at the time, such an individual will to some extent or another act according to the mass suggestions he receives."

  Seth, The Nature of Personal Reality

 

"Psychedelics are not illegal because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out the first story window, psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve phonic structures and culturally laid down novels of behavior and information processing, they open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong."

— Terence McKenna

Buddy is like me :D

  :)

Marijuana is EXTREMELY dangerous!

utopian dream

 I know it couldn't be true because everything is perfect.

Do you know what hurts the most about a broken heart? not being able to remember how you felt before. Try and keep that feeling, because if it goes, you'll never get it back.

Watch the stream run by you
Watch the Indian chief
Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you
Watch you take root in the son's palm
And rise out of the fire
No more being match wood
Only rising higher
I wanna see you be the one who's first light
Harbors in the new day
And see you settle into yourself
And never be afraid
Now I take everything as a good sign
Because I'm in love
I take everything as a sign from God

And now I give myself to you alone
No more knives hang above me
Oh x.....
Please destroy me, please destroy me.

fibonacci

Ode To Broken Things

Things get broken

at home

like they were pushed

by an invisible, deliberate smasher.

It’s not my hands

or yours

It wasn’t the girls

with their hard fingernails

or the motion of the planet.

It wasn’t anything or anybody

It wasn’t the wind

It wasn’t the orange-colored noontime

Or night over the earth

It wasn’t even the nose or the elbow

Or the hips getting bigger

or the ankle

or the air.

The plate broke, the lamp fell

All the flower pots tumbled over

one by one. That pot

which overflowed with scarlet

in the middle of October,

it got tired from all the violets

and another empty one

rolled round and round and round

all through winter

until it was only the powder

of a flowerpot,

a broken memory, shining dust.

And that clock

whose sound

was

the voice of our lives,

the secret

thread of our weeks,

which released

one by one, so many hours

for honey and silence

for so many births and jobs,

that clock also

fell

and its delicate blue guts

vibrated

among the broken glass

its wide heart

unsprung.

Life goes on grinding up

glass, wearing out clothes

making fragments

breaking down

forms

and what lasts through time

is like an island on a ship in the sea,

perishable

surrounded by dangerous fragility

by merciless waters and threats.

Let’s put all our treasures together

— the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold —

into a sack and carry them

to the sea

and let our possessions sink

into one alarming breaker

that sounds like a river.

May whatever breaks

be reconstructed by the sea

with the long labor of its tides.

So many useless things

which nobody broke

but which got broken anyway

Whatever happens, happens to you, by you, through you; you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.

~ Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, surrounded by assholes.

~William Gibson

 

 

Return of the Captured Spirits

To let myself go

To let myself flow

Is the only way of being

There's no use telling me

There's no use taking a step back

A step back for me...

You are your story.

Deliberately changing your conversation

— the way you talk about your life —

changes the vibration you hold yourself to and every experience you attract into your life.

Tree of life

by Alan James Garner

"Close your eyes, and from your own consciousness of perception try and think outward to the extremist limits in every direction. You will find that equal lines or rays of perception extend out evenly in all directions, so that the utmost effort of perception will terminate in the vault of a sphere. The limitation of this sphere will, of necessity, be a great Circle, and the direct rays of thought in any and every direction must be right line radii of the circle."

- Madam Blavatsky, The Secret Doctrine

 

I like vegan life

The scratches of a dark night
The rashes of foresight
And I wanted you
The weight of my freezing
I had come to you
The face I was given
I have no similarities to
The spaces in the law look
Like the faces in a word book
I get by
The matches of opportunities
The last thing I've never seen
And I scream it to you
The pain I was needing
Was sort of true
The one aim I was clearing
Was the walls that grew
The crazes I overlooked
The leans into the kook
And I did
And I was screaming bloody murder
When the charges came
And I stopped by the road side
'Cuz this is from wehere I came
My God but it's so far away
It would seem accidents have gone straight to you
And you've changed your point of view
And the places you're going to
I got Crowded
I get crowded
And I'm so glad that you're mine
It twists up the fabric of time
And I'm useless
And your faces are bodies
And your hands are feet
Let me roll around
In things I can't believe
But I tried
Yes I tried
And I tried
You know I tried

let's nerf the world

THIIIIIISSSS!!!!!

Songs like this inspire me, so unique.

And then the past recedes
and I won't be involved
The effort to be free
Seems pointless from above
You're looking down at me
I'd rather stay below
Than have you staring up at me
It is nowhere I want to go
Ay, this business of how long we try to stay alive
Why to be here you first got to die
so I gave it a try
And what do you know
Time was so long ago
And things come back you see
To where they don't belong
and every drop of sea is the whole ocean
I lied to the greatest thieves
about anything and everything
I'm a figure of forgotten speech
I'm out of reach
I can't play it safe
But I'm might just in case
I'm disguised as a reaching hand
I'm a working man
I don't understand why clockout
come so slow everytime
That's one line I stay right behind

yup

Dear folks, Merry X-mas!

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I’m on my way!

Gypsyblood - to listen!

The artist’s life cannot be otherwise than full of conflicts, for two forces are at war within him [or her]—on the one hand, the common human longing for happiness, satisfaction and security in life, and on the other a ruthless passion for creation which may go so far as to override every personal desire… There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of creative fire.

– Carl Jung

The 7 Hermetic Principles

The Kybalion The Principles of Truth are Seven; he who knows these, understandingly, possesses the Magic Key before whose touch all the Doors of the Temple fly open.

1. The Principle of Mentalism
THE ALL IS MIND; The Universe is Mental.

2. The Principle of Correspondence
As above, so below; as below, so above.

3. The Principle of Vibration
Nothing rests; everything moves; everything vibrates.

4. The Principle of Polarity
Everything is Dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half-truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled.

5. The Principle of Rhythm
Everything flows, out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall; the pendulum-swing manifests in everything; the measure of the swing to the right is the measure of the swing to the left; rhythm compensates.

6. The Principle of Cause and Effect
Every Cause has its Effect; every Effect has its Cause; everything happens according to Law; Chance is but a name for Law not recognized; there are many planes of causation, but nothing escapes the Law.

7. The Principle of Gender
Gender is in everything; everything has its Masculine and Feminine Principles; Gender manifests on all planes.

Unconditional Love is Non-Biblical

And not limited to a specific group, age, race, gender, or personal belief.
Allow the opening of your heart be the key to the opening of your mind. :)

Namaste

Exit the stargate…

Initial perception quickens my heart rate.
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star.
Come from a far, far away state of mind.
Open up your 3rd eye… Black Helicopters in the sky.

Spinal Chakra Diagram

 

FUCKING JAMES FRANCO is a collection of short, erotic fiction by 13 different artists that detail sexual exploits with the greatest living American actor, writer and visual artist of all fucking time.

Zeitgeist 2011: Year In Review 

 

:)

 

Well, the look on the cake
It ain't always the taste
My ex-girl she had
Such a beautiful face
I wanted love
But not for myself
But for the girl
So she could love herself

Oh my next girl
Will be nothing like my ex-girl
I made mistakes back then
I'll never do it again
With my next girl
She'll be nothing like my ex-girl
It was a painful dance
And I got a second chance

Oh, a beautiful face
And a wicked way
And I'm paying for her beautiful face
Everyday
All that work
Over so much time
If I think too hard
I might lose my mind

Oh my next girl

"Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go"

- E.E. Cummings

 

 

“I didn’t start smoking pot until about five years ago. I thought pot made you stupid. I bought into it just as much as anybody did. I realized when I was like thirty years old that I was tricked. I was like…you gotta be fucking kidding me.” 

— Joe Rogan

ॐ I am with you.

I never was enough.
But I was just enough bug up.
And you really did want me.
But I was always wanting your love.
I gave you all I had.
Yeah, that is right.
But it was not enough.
And I have just had enough,
I am so tired of wanting you.

Still you say, stay with me!
Lovely, stay with me!
Please just stay with me!
Lovely, stay!

It is all backwards the way I do not love you that much.
And your touch is not my remedy, darling you set me free.
But hold me down, though I surrendered to you.
I gave you all I had
Yeah, that is right.
But you brush me off
When I feel I am lost,
You call my name.

And you say
Stay with me!
Please just stay with me!
Stay with me, stay!

I am so tired of wanting your love,
Seems it is haunting me round every corner.
I cannot get away!
All I hear is stay!
Stay with me!
Please just
Stay with me!

If I am the truth then why would you make a laugh of me.
I am down for you entirely,
I have nothing left to prove.
You leave me now you lose
So can you choose or must I do it for you.
I am not amused.
A game of love is what we play.
A bad romance is in our fate but I will partake.
It is masochistic but the pain is all I long for.
Every day I will give it all for your heart break.
I know you feel me...
You are so weak, you tell me No
But you do not mean it.
I keep it all inside to be the way you like
And it is a shame that I,
I never was enough.

nowadays

Mental and physical stimulation, increase in associative and creative thinking, mood lift, increased awareness and appreciation of music, sensory enhancement, closed and open eyed visuals (I always see fractals and patterns), life changing spiritual experiences, therapeutic psychological reflection,
and feeling of oceanic connectedness to the universe; blurring of boundaries between self and other. SX

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain.
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
And speak my point of view but it's not sane.
It's not sane.
I just want someone to say to me, oh,
I'll always be there when you wake, yeah.
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today.
So stay with me and I'll have it made.
And I don't understand why sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain.
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake,
And it rips my life away but it's a great escape.
Escape, escape, escape.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain,
Ya don't like my point of view,
Ya think that I'm insane.
It's not sane, it's not sane.

I just want someone to say to me, oh, oh, oh
I'll always be there when you wake, yeah.
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today.
I really wanna really gonna have it made.
Oh. Oh. Oh.

be my friend

This reminds me of home, conversation, acrimonious feeling, emotions, insensitive, sentiments, the last time with someone who…said…marble-breasted… please, forget me! and fuck off!
Very sad...we could be friends

The Ayahuasca Project/The Jungle Prescription

The Beluga whale -wow if this is what sailors mistook for a mermaid, now I understand.

funny, Google works fine with me ;)

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life . I don't allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and thats all.

THE WAYSEER MANIFESTO

yup!!!

A song to play when I'm lonely
Win and never play a game again
No one to face when I'm falling
Holding tight to dreams that never end
I'll be you
I do
I'll be you
No one's afraid to be called by another name
No one dares to be put down where they don't belong
Nowhere's anyones reason
Everything dying and leaving
Out with these faults and you make me a baby
Faking an movement by no ones seeing it
No one always find peace flung
No one chooses to beat my pride down
Symbols pierce right through me
People fail to be drawn up
Sunlight to fate accumalates
Loving pain to be clung to
By lumimous bodies
Only waiting for long signs to be wrong
And true to us
Out of place in my own time
Drowning thinkin that I'm dry
Holding on to facts that'll never be proven
Faking an action cus no one's looking
Hello when I'm crashing
Feeling nothing when my life's flashing before my eyes
You should've threw me down
Is the content so much

My nipples and neurons are erect! :)

 

Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you right on the head You better get yourself together Pretty soon you're gonna be dead What in the world you thinking of Laughing in the face of love What on earth you tryin' to do It's up to you, yeah you Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna look you right in the face You better get yourself together darling Join the human race How in the world you gonna see Laughing at fools like me Who on earth d'you think you are? A superstar? Well right you are Well we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun Well we all shine on Every one, come on Instant Karma's gonna get you Gonna knock you off your feet Better recognize your brothers Every one you meet Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live in pain and fear Why on earth are you there? When you're everywhere Come and get your share But we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun And we all shine on Come on and on and on on on Yeah yeah, alright, ah haa, aaaahh But we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun And we all shine on On and on and on on and on But we all shine on Like the moon and the stars and the sun But we all shine on....

 

One day, in retrospect, 
the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful

—Sigmund Freud

No Excuses