Warning: A Rambling - The Tower of Babel
Crisco Wizards, Eating Mushrooms, Making Music, Folding Back Time into Orgami Dragons Which Wisper Smoke
metabolize your juices - slow your life flow - slam a finger into the strings - and let your heart go - DNA in the music - ghosts in the machine - the spirit of technology - the spirit of the in between - between man and electronic - working toward the mnemonic - building a new story - building a memory - new cultures - forming in the petri dish - new cure for boredom - evolved reason to exist - let your heart flow
I miss Bill Hicks. He showed me how to love jesus lol. He inspired me to want to embed the past in myself, and create great works, so the past can live on in the future, the bits and pieces which cry out to live again, not so lost, finding a home again, through bearing witness to his grand form built of words, celluloid and binary, timeless muses, inspiring a lineage of expanded possibilities.
He is very missed.
Don’t worry Simon, I’m not selling you diet coke
But I am selling you Psilocybin, Amanita muscaria, Ergot, Mescaline, Psychotria (Ayahuasca)
Christmas is coming, shortest days, the rebirth… I can feel the innefible mysteries around the bend, with snow on the ground and a crisp cold stasis setting in; the trees glisten with frost and complain that not all their leaves have fallen yet; we wait for that warm time of family, friends and well being to embrace us. Keeping our spirits warm on these cold days. We look back from the suffering of humanity to the perfect innocence of awe and joy when we open our gifts of symbolic youth. We feel the appending rise of the spring around the corner and after the sun in the sky has become so tired in it’s cycle it barely gives us 10 hours of light and in some areas of the world a three day night… the sun returns to us and the days get longer and growth will be upon us once again.
And in these natural cycles of life and death, we celebrate with wine and bread… and acid, dmt, and mushrooms…
breaking down the self and the ego, as the sun breaks down; to build itself up again.
returning to the innocence of creation, the eyes of a new born baby in awe of this awakening, open to everything, experiencing the light and love and warmth of those who protect it, who nurture it, who give it meaning as it begins to give meaning to itself,
rebuilding the ego to play with the natural,
recreating the entirety of the universe,
to feel the music
pulsing beacon of hope in the middle of cold static nature
we celebrate for many reasons
but this celebration is focused
it is ancient
we have been remaking ourselves for millennia
what about the microcosm; the inner-space
when will we explore ourselves
as a society
like every cell in the body independently evolving; all together
like every human on the plant
every star going nova at the same time, releasing it’s full potential into the universe
a single electron making use of its infinite function of possibilities
we can be the stars, we can evolve
if there is one thing I have learned from psychedelics
is that all these old poetics, all these old stories,
have influenced our reality so much
why can’t the new rising sun, give way to a new rising existence, a new joy,
a new realization, a new awareness about where we are going
consulting with the goddess will never be easier when we respect the hallucinogenic eye drops
The music fan has the most deleterious effect on the music they want to represent. They can bring good music down to the worst music in the blink of an eye.
I am sorry if I have not been a good fan
how can I be of service?