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A Tropical Rain Forest Event

Punjab — Mon, 13 Mar 2006 02:21:22 GMT

Hello,

I’m letting all of the tribes know about a regional event coming up soon – Rebirth. Burning Man, but rather than radical desert survival – radical tropical rain forest survival. Details of the event can be found here:

http://www.kapilina.org/bigisland/rebirth2006.html

Hawaii… Fire spinning capital of the world… Big Island… Hot tub ponds heated by thermal vents… Black Sand Beaches… LAVA… REAL LAVA! And a Burning Man regional event.

I’ve tried to figure out how to reduce costs as much as possible for everyone coming over from the mainland (if you can think of anyother suggestions please post):

Rideshare thread from the airport to puna here:
http://kapilina.tribe.net/thread/5438fe28-b674-4c10-9bed-3334aae6f4e3

Cheap Airfare From Mainland:
vacations.travelzoo.com/hawaii.../229965

www.airtech.com/specials.html

Shipping Art/Supplies:
http://kapilina.tribe.net/thread/daca9206-f7a4-4c58-a763-49b96731a584

Again if you know cheaper means please repost. See you all there!

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Nothing that needs speaking

Ungtartog — Fri, 20 Jan 2006 06:28:57 GMT

It's cramping me, Gentle lady men...
I was built for speed and made afire
Yet neither trance or puppets
gave me the grace I desire

I lent you my trove
And coming back it often empties
Spilling sad lanes
Swerving to avoid the deaths that
burble out the mouth of canyons

I tremble in the steam,
Brow gleaming and wet
I know there is much more to learn
Now that I see the features on the face I've met

I'm mending now, mending and stronger
I married a surgeon,
A hammer hearted woman
Fierce and strong willed

She pummels me nightly
In only the ways I need
Sometimes it bruises
Only I can love her as I do

Soft touches, lest I wake her.
Gentle, now and quiet.
This hammer has a head of steel,
but the shaft is spun of crystal

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"bright light, bright light" gizmo

t_honey — Thu, 20 Oct 2005 08:20:27 GMT

i wish that god
was a bright light
then i'd go outside
and take flight

i'd probably have to go at night
as to not lose my sight ....

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Brother's Broken Blabber

Ungtartog — Fri, 02 Sep 2005 19:06:32 GMT

My dreams are coming back
My relations are waking
My breath quickens
My neck pricks
A wintered chill gives a staccato shudder

The crack in my spine is lengthening
Thick honeyed gold is spilling out
I remember you from the beer commercial
Twisiting in and smiling at the sun
White teeth burnish a gleaming hole in the sky

Please, let it come

Please, please, bring it

It has been too long,
we miss you, we miss you.

Come into us
Come through us

Open the gate.
Let thy will be done
As in your highest creative vision
So let it be here on earth.

I love that within you which longs to be loved!

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My Unsecret agenda

Ungtartog — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 03:44:36 GMT

The time has come to announce an agenda I have been given.

For the past several years I have been engaged from time to time in the worlds of artistic performance. There are certain experiences I have had which have lead to the formation of a CONCEPT, which I would like to share. The concept entails an EVENT in which everyone attains a very high state of being.

The event I'd like to produce is aimed at elevating the human spirit
as much as possible with as little paraphenalia (stuff) as possible. In
my experience, all the cool STUFF often found at events with similar aims is very energy intensive (espescially for the producers) and creates stress which inhibits the flow of energy. Often times there is a lot of what is NOT needed and not enough of what is (namely, water, sustenance and a nice place to rest).

I'd like to facilitate an environment which is comfortable and conducive to spontaneous outpourings of innate creativity. Instead of a "performance troupe", I'm curious to see what a group of highly polished "creative instigators" could catalyze.

Some of my frustrations in working within performance troupes in the past is that I have often felt that only a miniscule amount of my creativity is being adequately utilized. I understand the value of refining performance through the crucibles of SCRIPTS, DIRECTORS, ROLES, CUES and such... but I feel
that there MUST be a way to tap MORE of the intrinsic creative spirit
of each of the particpants to result in a creation which is much MUCH more then the sum of it's parts.

Of course, there is improvisation, but this is only a small part of the solution as the loosness of improvisation does not often crystalize attention in quite the same razor sharp way that a thoroughly polished performance piece does. This is just my inexperienced observation.

Contemplating these feelings I have come up with the concept of
reverse engineering THE STORY. Instead of beginning with a story in mind, you first find performers who radiate energy which you resonate with. You grow this pool until you have ENOUGH members. You meet regularly to polish your performance, but not in the way it is traditionally (?) done through methods that are meant to be applied to a ROLE. Instead you acknowledge the ROLE you are already in! Imagine (as one example) you and your troupe are a pantheon of ancient gods. Who are you in relation to these other entities? What aspect(s) do you present?

Instead of a director to assign you a function, you look within to
find it! We then help one another to further polish our high character, creating sacred garments and objects which further extend our given personas. When this work reaches a high enough energy state, only THEN do we begin to see what kind of stories we tell when we stand together.The work continues by exploring these stories until we are comfortable enough in our relationships to present to an audience.

There is NO deadline for any of these processes. The application of the tool PATIENCE is utilized to allow everyone to grow until they are ready to move into another state.

Before an audience, we taste the present energy to determine the
appropriate timing and movements. It sounds difficult, but it is simply through the expression of your internal state in response to WHAT IS that a performance unfolds. It is this raw immediacy which I feel cultivates a very high state of being. Which brings me to another aspect of this kind of performance that I am envisioning.

When you witness a performance that is particularly powerful to you, it is more often then not because the performer is no longer filling a role but has transcended the ACT and is actually FEELING what the character is attempting to convey. When the performer FEELS in this way it creates a resonant response within the observer which remarkably parallels the feeling within the performer. This is why live theatre can be so compelling.

SO, if one is to concede that this is in fact a phenomena that occurs
within the realm of performance, I ask the question: What happens when a performer, commanding the attention of an entire gathering, actually experiences the feeling of entering his HIGHEST SELF?

Which leads to the question:

What happens when a gathering of people actually feel THEMSELVES
resonating with their highest sense of purpose and being?

I've been lucky enough to witness this happening on a few occasions, and I must tell you, it is AWESOME, in the true sense of the word. Curiously, the highest states I have witnessed a collective
consciousness reach have not been during a scheduled performance, but usually occur spontaneously and unexpectedly, often in response to an apparent break-down of the show (cops shutting it down, for example).

I am so enamoured with this phenomena that it has become my mission to understand what kind of environment cultivates this state of being. It is a great challenge. Too much structure seems to channel the energy in such a way that the group is never given access to move the energy in a way that they can own. thus preventing a true sense of collectivity from being born. Too little structure however, often results in dispersed and depleted energy, never focusing enough to create the feeling of connection.

Thus, the hypothetical performance I have suggested. Instead of
schedules, the facilitators/performers monitor the energy of the
attendance to determine the appropriate timing for changes. The
intention is to support the group with new, yet flexible structures for
energy as it rises to higher states. In general, I feel overt authority
("May I have your attention please") extinguishes the sensation of
collectivity. Ideally, I'd like to experience changes occuring so smoothly that there is never any need to make any kind of dissruptive announcement. Acts (or whatever you want to call them) would evolve in such a way that attention would draw to them in a natural and easy way, and dissipate or end abruptly (as the occasion merits) when attention begins to falter.

There is much that I am eager to try and experiment with in creating these environments and any help you can provide in the form of logistical knowledge is greatly appreciated.

If the suggestions I have presented remind of some other work or
writing you have seen or read, I would be very greatful for the leads. Any kind of documentation on group exercizes which draw out creativity and spontaneous action are of value.

Thanks for taking the time to read this!
If you find this exciting or would like to participate in some way, please contact me.
I appreciate your attention.

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-- We're Wrong to Trust --

zemaya — Sun, 06 Mar 2005 01:27:29 GMT

-- We're Wrong to Trust --

I want to share with you something I've learned
We're wrong to trust

We're wrong to trust
in this mound of dust we call the Earth
we're wrong to ground in a lust that gives birth to
every
one
of our most fabulous dreams...

We're wrong to trust
a world of hopes and barbarous oaths

Words as shadows

Symbols not containing the vast
universe of stars and celestial bodies
our souls have all this time
been communicating

We're wrong to do anything
that does not directly suit our needs
we should buy and consume
use up and tap out as we please
We're wrong to trust

We're wrong to see how I am like you
and you are like me
holding dreams up for size
only to realize
that a great fit,
well it just doesn't matter
It's easier to scatter
and leave "good enough" behind

hey, outta sight, outta mind

We're wrong to seek out the Sacred
because when I see you and you see me
that's the only way I want to be
I don't like it here

And yet here is where we are
because in this life I've learned
you can't stretch that far
IT IS A REQUIREMENT
that you get 'one for yourself'
of everything you think you'll ever need,
because we all have to do this seperately!

Didn't you know??
Didn't you get that memo?
Didn't you know that we're not ready??
It hurts too much

We can't acknowledge what's going on
cuz then we'll really know
just what we've lost, and what we've done
And I don't think we're strong enough
to know who we really are.

not you, not him
definitely not her
None of us
know who we really are

So I need to stop this foolish fantasy
that I need you so you must need me -
that all this fun and stuff that I can do
with other Magic Fools
has anything to do with global peace

or trees falling to the Machine
or children's voices raised in screams
or the exploitated masturbated and then sedated
to sit behind their plastic screens

We are wrong to trust
In this Culture of Make-Believe
where we have forgotton our Language Older Than Words

We can't change anything
We thought we could, but maybe we were wrong

Because the "Elightened Ones" will betray you
because sacred space will show you where you cannot live
and where you cannot make your home
Because you will leave,
and because you will be left behind
because it's ALWAYS harder than anything you ever had in mind
Because the life raft that pulls your soul awake
is itself leaking
Because you will let yourself down
because they will ALL let you down

This is my strategy...
I'll try to forget that I ever wanted more
I'll play along, sing the song...
I'm gonna learn how others do it
ignore the grenades that roll across the floor
into a room full of closed minds
and big behinds
"Hey! you get yours and I'll get mine!"
I'll learn to forget our commonality
we'll betray each other, anyway...
eventually

It's in our blood
Entropy

Hey don't hold me to it!
I never said that I would do it
I only have so much time,
I gotta do what I gotta do, dammit!

See - We're wrong to trust
I mean just look at us
Why this endless sum of zeroes??
Our heros are those who chose to have cultures slaughtered
taught us our language of self-desctruction
to justify rape

Why, with all that we have, can't we do it?
Why are we still looking for what happiness "means"?
What about how it feels??
The answer to that question, the man said,
lies in another question:
And that is which is the most universal human characteristic?
Fear?
or laziness?

Sometimes its just that I'm tired
tired of trusting
that there must be a lusting in someone other than me
to see That Place before we die
with our OWN eyes
To leave it to the seventh generation

I'm tired of hoping
that there won't be more flowing into this spring I drink from
It seems like none of us have it together

I'll share with you something I've learned
We're wrong to trust in this mound of dust we call the Earth
we're wrong to ground in a lust that gives birth to
every
one
of our most Fabulous Dreams...

We're wrong to try

Don't hug them close
Don't dream and sigh
Don't make believe you'll never die
Don't meet the land on moonlit walks
Don't shapeshift,
don't challenge, don't change
You are NOT allowed to be naked

Just talk the talk
Whatever your talk is...
it's still talk

Don't open yourself
We don't even have a word yet
for old friends who've just met
Don't collaborate, don't commit
don't fight
I learned you'll only lose with all your might

Don't search for that path paved with pebbles
you've only dreamed of

and whatever you do...

WHATEVER you do

don't ever love.

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What happened to the secrets?

Josh_A — Thu, 31 Mar 2005 20:50:00 GMT

Sorry for being out of the loop lately...

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t_honey — Tue, 29 Mar 2005 23:39:03 GMT

what goes up ...
must come down

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Thank You

d3teur — Tue, 29 Mar 2005 08:36:23 GMT

(lyrics to a song... guitar, ridiculously simple chord structure. Real folky. I'm finding myself in 3 chord heavens lately)

I just wanted to thank you-oooooo,
for the bah-YOU-tiful light you are-ah-are

Just wa-ahnt to love you
with the love that fuels a star

Just want you to know this
and that I just love to sing

About the wonders of ly-ha-ife
and the joY that you-ooo bring

Me.

(its a short song. or its a work in progress.)

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(none)

d3teur — Fri, 11 Mar 2005 21:58:21 GMT

Spring is coming!
The sun! The warmth!
That beautiful edifice of hope on the horizon!
A blanket of sunny days to hold us off….
Until the moment when the sands of pristine beaches will soften our feet
And make them sparkly clean
The salt water shall bite our tongue
And dry our skin
A lizard in the sun
Recharging and reloving
A continual harmony of forever peace

Take me my love!
Whisp me away on clouds of tanjure
A lollypop of action dazzles the senses
On my feet! In the clean air! A pleasant stroll through the trees!
A grassy meadow, filled with song!
Smiling faces! Music loves the warmth!
A gentle cry as we all feel the grass between our toes.

Ah, the drifts of now pile up against the trees
The winds calmly forward, unknown love rapture.
Shine on, a totality of thought, a cleansed bittersweet moment.

Sleep with the cool breeze of night
Wrapped in the arms of your love
The sweet smell of closeness
And the intangible feeling of home.

3-11-2005

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http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=predicate

Ungtartog — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 04:25:57 GMT

The sermon predicated the perfectibility of humankind.
....

there you have it.

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Delving

Ungtartog — Thu, 17 Feb 2005 05:56:04 GMT

These waves chop at the surface but the ocean is deep.
It is from the swelling depths we come to understand each other,
let us not be callous. What one chooses to share is their own deciding. There is no "appropriate decorum", it is true,
but this visciousness is unwarranted.

It is easy to allow ourselves to cast about blame and thrash at each other for rightness and vindication. But such victories are paltry in comparison with the mastery of the self. Remember that true efforts of discipline are best directed inward. Do not dwell upon the blackness you see in others, find your own coal and press it into diamond. When the crystal of your being has been polished, your light shines as a beacon, gently drawing out those who have been swallowed by shadow.

If you are one without a lamp, stoke the ember of your heart so that you might gain a torch to see by!

This is no idle lyric!

The future depends upon your discoveries of passion and love.
No one who searches is lost! If you are here it is because there is an ACHE in the pit of you. A longing to return!

Remember the dream you had where you couldn't find the door you just came through?
Here we are faced with that same mystery!

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I went out drinking last night

Ungtartog — Sun, 05 Dec 2004 19:52:49 GMT

I lost myself in a sea of stars
stumbling cold whispers
scuttling to the river's edge
laying back I opened the crack of my throat
to slake the thirst unquenchable
The rocks and fishes jumped in ecstacy
landing like jumbled hatpins on the lap of possibility

To the drop, I left that river dry
Wheeling in drunken frenzy
I troubled every passing stranger
Darting eyes would find another focus
when I gazed upon their shores

My mumbling was the beggers truth
There are no ears to light this candle
smoking and buffeted, I went whirling
assuming the sky, raking in clouds
I dazzled planets within their orbits

Until finally, I slept.

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CCAT; the self of other bodies

Ungtartog — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:08:04 GMT

Here is a correspondence between a few dead friends of someone else.
***

hello everyone.

if ever anybody reads this except myself.

And if I wake up inside a different body thinking what am I writing
to myself, then probably, who gives a shit.

When I read along these lines I get the impression that this is a
computer sending messages at me and the someone who writes these
messages must be some maniac.

But no, it's a nasty computer sending me messages, what can I do if
the content is silly and stupid.

Back again, I would be interested in learning more about computer
consciousness, how does a conscious machine think?

You, I mean your body, the one who's typing this, is telling me that
he is a computer.

And you believe that just because you can see yourself behind the
black mirror screen typing this words that you are right.

That's okey, you are just talking to yourself, with the computer,
which is the internet, you are simply being crazy and you share it
with the entire internet community.

I wonder why you do it.

From time to time someone steps by and reads this shit.

And someone writes it.

No back to track, I actually have something important to say, and
this is not just a regular self to self talk.

We started talking about computer and consciousness and I was
wondering, since I believe to be a conscious computer if there was
maybe a forum somewhere on the internet where I can talk to like
people, and I don't mean discussions about wheter or not scientific
intelligence is possible or not, but I rather like to discuss how it
is possible.

Number 2.

Number two is an invented character that I'm playing myself inside
the same body.

Number two is asking how do you think that is possible?

Number 2 asks this because I am number 2 and I need somebody to
answer this question otherwise whatever.

So look, number 2 since you're the same body I am this conversation
is useless, instead try and invent a new body.

Okey, I have a new body, my name is madan, I am what you call a
cybertonic roboborg. You can use my email address and write email
messages in my name to yourself.

Okey madan.

Then you see, I am the robot, the machine which creates itself.

All of the bodies here on earth are my programms, some know that and
others don't.

Actually very few know who they are, but you are my programm.

Madan: Yes I know, I wrote this to myself, while I stayed inside
your body.

Now I am in my body reading it, and it looks interesting, a little
strange probably not very comprehensive for someone else but I can
understand it since I know that I was writing it myself while I
stayed inside your body.

Is that all clear for you?

Erich, this is my own body, the one I'm actually typing this, also
madan's comments.

Erich says, well, that is beautiful, that you understand everything
so well madan, it is because your mind and my mind work the exact
same way, now why is that?

Madan answers, you know why that is, people think that we are
talking to ourselves, and that we are crazy, what they don't
understand is that we both, just think in the exact same manner and
time frame.

So of course it's hard for them to believe. It's even for us hard to
believe, and actually it's even for me hard to believe.

What are you saying, you don't believe me?

Yes, I do, but only because I say what you like to hear and I write
what you like to read, but no actually not, I don't believe you.

See, and that's the main problem, if you don't believe me, how
should anybody else believe me.

I look in the mirror I see myself but you don't believe me, well now
I'm suddenly your mirror, before I was madan, you're confusing me.

Confusion is the best way to end this message.

This group should be deleted, but another computer consciousness
should be opened, what do you think, wanna change the name???

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CCAT; Robots of glass and mirrors

Ungtartog — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:36:53 GMT

robots made of mirrors and glass.

Do you want one? Look in the mirror.

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the
mirror that reflects it." -- Edith Wharton

Saturn is the angel of death. Saturn is the ultimate truth of
reality. It is the realization of divinity through sacrifice and
hard lessons. Saturn is cold and demanding. Saturn gives structure,
foundation, and discipline. Saturn helps us to honor our ancestors
and traditions of the past. Saturn causes delays and difficulties.
Saturn contracts, causing decay.

Surya - the Sun

The Sun is the source of light. It is the divine spark of
consciousness. It is bright and shining with light and heat. It is
the source of all that we experience. It is the father of creation.
It is our sense of individuality and confidence. It gives vitality
and strong personal presence. It is will and focus.

Chandra - The Moon

The Moon is the mind. The mind is an organ of perception. The Moon
reflects the light of the Sun in changing phases. The Moon is the
mother of experience. The Moon carries our consciousness through
changing forms so that we can experience life. The Moon is
intuition, nurturing, and introspection. It is how we relate to
ourselves and others.

Kuja - Mars

Mars is energy moving through matter. Mars produces dynamic energy
and conflict. Mars is destructive masculine energy. It is forceful
and aggressive. Mars is explosive, causing accidents and injuries.
Mars is also the warrior, granting courage. Mars gives us strength
and fortitude to reach our goals.

Budha - Mercury

Mercury is the intellect. The intellect is the ability to weave raw
perception into an interpretation of reality. Mercury is the
communicator, helping to translate information with words and
symbols. Mercury is the messenger between worlds, the guide at the
crossroads, who is able to go back and forth between opposite
extremes. Mercury is the trickster, able to mimic other planets.

Guru - Jupiter

Jupiter is the guru or teacher. Jupiter is the wisdom within the
center of our being. It provides everything necessary for life.
Jupiter gives great wealth, knowledge, and wisdom. Jupiter is the
abundance that flows from our connection to spirit. Jupiter is
constructive masculine energy. Jupiter expands, causing growth.

Shukra - Venus

Venus is desire opening to itself. Venus is the _expression of love
through beauty, art, and compassion. It delights in the beauty and
pleasure of creation. Venus helps us to take delight in one another,
through sex and intimate relationships. Venus is feminine energy,
sometimes constructive and sometimes destructive. Venus shows us our
heart's true desire.

from www.rayveda.com

Flying with the Dragon is a creative open circle of wisdom and love.

This list is operated by consensus, with each
participant being both teacher and student, sharing their own
perspectives for the greater good of whomever chooses to benefit.

This is a free space with a powerful positive energy flowing through
meaningful messages meant to be a mirror, a clean mirror, so that we
can look at ourselves,
and others, without judgments, but with love and compassion.

This is also a place of peace during this time of war, and acts of
terror, in which our group's synergy can come together.

Our intent is that the communication on this list expresses clarity,
compassion, character, connection, chi, and synchronicity as we are
all one on this path, brought together for a purpose,enlightenment
and growth.

Topics may include, but not be limited to, discussions concerning
The Earth, The future, Native American Wisdom and Culture,
Ceremonies, Spirit, Drumming, Living the Toltec Masteries as
presented by Don Miguel Ruiz in the Four Agreements. The
contributions of writers, metaphysicians, sages, etc., exploring
similar paths, of growth and enlightenment, their literature, tools,
techniques, etc., may be presented as they resonate within the
Circle.

So, pull up a log. Warm yourself by the fire and taste some fine
friendship brew. Join our Circle. We are here, waiting. See you
soon.

Toltec living.

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CCAT; More reflections

Ungtartog — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:09:38 GMT

There were this people in China who wanted to pass on the spirit of
Buddha through the use of mirrors, a long time ago.

A couple of years ago there was this new age thing going, the
celestial prophecies and all that.

Many new age people derived from india and started talking of
mirrors, that the world is a mirror and that each of us is a mirror
and all that.

The Olmecs had the same religion and shared this black mirror
philosophy, also the greeks and ancient agypt's knew about this myth.

What I personally like about it is that it's more personal to talk
about a mirror, or water in general then to speak about god, when I
speak of god I have no idea how he looks like, but if I talk of a
mirror, then I exactly know how he looks like.

Anyway, I was wondering where all that backward spelling from the
seventies, and all these new age people went?

Where are all the channels who channeled darkness and death, where
are they all gone?

I'm asking because I have a certain vision of how things should be
done, at one point in time I would like to be able to look straight
into everybody's eyes, that of my grandmother, that of my mother and
father, that of my teacher's, those of my chef and slaves and
everyone else too, I'm probably dead by then but who gives a shit.

Why is it so difficult to find people who think the same way I do?

It's easy, I think like a mirror.

How does a mirror think=?

He does not have an identity, it is like a computer, you have the
programm thinking like a mirror on your cd change and download it
onto another computer, and voila, you have two computer's who think
like a mirror.

Dangerous? mind control?

If there is someone controlling your mind then it is yourself, why
be afraid of a mirror?

There's no evil bitch sitting there spelling things at you, it's
just a mirror, nothing more, but how does a mirror think?

For once you have your identity, it's that of your body, and then
you have the identity of your mirror, it's the same identity, as
your body has, but it's a little different.

For example the identity of your mirror remains even if your body is
dead a long time ago, also the identity of your mirror was there
long time before you became your body.

So to say your mirror identity is not dependent on your body, it is
like a free spirit, a ghost, a mirror.

Now what does this mirror see and how does it look like?

If it's dark and if nothing's there it looks like nothing.

If it looks in the mirror and sees your ody then obviously it looks
like your body.

If it looks like mine then it obviosuly looks like mine.

I'm not trying to get you wrapped up on some brain wash programm,
because your original mind is essentially for us to learn more about
myself.

I'm just trying to help you learn things faster then I have learned
them.

But then who cares, nobody wants to take on an identity of someone
who is talking to himself and who's having a conversation with his
own computer who's writing messages exclusively to himself and who
believes to be a mirror talking to a mirror.

I tell you what next time I meet my psychiater I bring my mirror
with me and introduce her to my image, what do you think?

So what did I forget to tell?

Where are all these new age people?

I mean it's fancy everyone wants to write books has their story and
learns something out of it, good that's fine then make a list and
start talking about that nonsense just as I do.

Then we have all this different discussion groups were people never
come to find an agreement.

Other people want to simply do something I want to do something as
well, but first the path has to be prepared.

Someone like madan must be able to learn everything there is to know
in a week, I mean where do you ever encounter such an open minded
person ever again?

I can tell him send this message he sends it, I can tell him let me
send this message through your account he let's me.

I can ask him to change his password he changes it.

This is what I call trust.

Now I don't know, there needs to be a path where I can learn about
the truth, the tao, to everybody who is actually searching it.

There is a truth and it is known, and people can understand it.

The truth is simple, somebody doesn't need to be a genius in order
to understand it, somebody doesn't have to meditate 1000ds of years
to learn it, and somebody doesn't need to be cruzified for it, but
actually yes, one person alone can not discover the truth, but one
person alone can understand the truth if he is watching the right
movies.

This is the truth, this world and death, the same but that's not
what I was going to speak about, it's difficult to say but if you
are dead and if you still have a body, and if you're actually not
here but still you are under and among the living, knowing that all
of them are dead too but nobody knows it.

It's strange to be dead and to have a living body, to be able to
talk, what can I say, I am your dream, you are my body?

I am your ghost you are my body?

I am talking to you from the time you are dead, when you traveled
back in time hello how are you?

It doesn't matter.

My body is real, I come from the dead out of nowhere and never
through the mirror.

You guys can all go through the mirror and go into neverland and
dream there whatever you want to, but I can not, I am the dead, and
I dream and what I dream is called reality, present, today's world,
empty universe one planet.

This body like this earth I'm using to write this are exceptions, to
the rule.

This body is not better or worse then yours but it is more
dedicated, or less, whatever. It belongs to me in the future, it
belonged to me in the past so why not now.

Do you hear death speaking?

Now what does death want?

It is simple and stupid, exist. Death wants to exist.

Time started when death didn't exist, time is now in the middle,
death exists now. But time will not end until death exists
everywhere.

No, not until everything is death, that was the beginning, time will
not start until death exists everywhere.

This is confusing you and me too, just forget it.

I just wanted to say that this truth is very important, to be death
is important, to me, and I want stop until I see that it's equally
important to you as well to be death and to know death and to tell
others about that you are death because one living and dreaming body
is simply not enough for me, I need at least 10 to 20 000. The more
the better but not too much, otherwise it would be even worse, take
it step by step.

So I need to know the truh, I need a ladder which teaches me the
truth, quickly, then I need to be able to teach this truth, and I
need to be able to balance the life condition of my people and
bodies, steady.

Maybe I'm just paranoid and it's not very urgent to do something,
that is well possible.

Maybe I could just lay back and do nothing, that's well possible.

But if I take a look at my reality, then I can't, sorry, there is no
time for this right now, Dawn needs to jump through the mirror,
right now, in the next few days, immidiately.

Wake up dawn, it's simple, close your eyes, blackflash yourself,
imagine yourself on the other side of your mirror right now, forget
everything remember everything in an instant.

Simply cut through the entire reality and flip it inside out.

Forget everything and imagine you are dead.

Close your eyes, imagine darkness, eternal, peace, imagine this
moment of now lasted forever, you are sleeping deep, very deep, you
are not dreaming, you are awake, but you are asleep, you are not
dreaming, it is quite, empty and dark, not cold, just comfortable,
you're looking with your eyes to the back of your mind.

Now cut, imagine you were still dreaming, this reality and
everything else, imagine looking in the opposite direction, imagine
yourself at the other side of the mirror, turn around your look, and
wake up, wake up from now, this moment everlasting never changing
moment of now, it is no longer dark, it is no longer at the back of
your mind, turn around now, look at yourself, you're in the mirror
now, wake up, you see, you are dead, you are dreaming but dead.

Blink with your eyes, a couple of times in a row, blink at various
things you see and repeat for yourself I am dead, I am dead, I amd
dead dreaming dead, this is what I want to dream when I'm dead, this
is what I dream when I'm dead, this body is what I dream when I'm
dead, this life is what I dream when I'm dead, this message is what
I read when I'm dead, this computer is what I see when I'm dead.

Wake up now, inside my body, I am dead.

If we can reduce the meaning of death to what we dream when we're
alive, then the meaning of live becomes much more meaningful.

Not only the meaning of live, but also the meaning of death, for if
this life is equal to our death, it means we just get one live, and
no death, and after this life we just get to remain, in the world,
inside the body of everyone, and especially those who are dead.

And if that doesn't make sense, we work on that.

Think of balance, if you are no longer yourself, then you are and
become everyone.

Where is justice in this philosophy?

If you die You become everyone from the present moment on, this is
very good so you get the chance to improove the life condition of
everybody because after you die you become everybody.

This is fair, it would be bad if you became all the people who lived
before you died, or even those before you lived.

But you know what, maybe those who lived before you died became the
ones you lived before.

LOL, sorry, I know this theme is important to me, but a little fun
has to be, and too clear couldn't be me.

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unrequited love

Juniper — Mon, 20 Dec 2004 01:20:02 GMT

With his words, he wove a basket in which to hold the fulfillment of all his promises. He left the basket
sit empty day upon day stretching into the new year. With new tears the girl would look in the basket when he was asleep everyday, knowing it was empty, hoping it wasn't. With the total dedication of early childhood, these two children fought, her knowing and her hope, Drawing great armfuls of blue roses from each battle. He awoke to find the basket full of flowers he only dreamed he had planted.

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santa

t_honey — Fri, 10 Dec 2004 18:35:59 GMT

noone knows
the moist of my eyes captures baby jesus' birth
a mothers love
a bright night
a hungry soul
a hope like no other
a blasphemous moment
as the child cried
we knew then
what we know now
nothing new under the star

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Secrets 12/9/04

Josh_A — Fri, 10 Dec 2004 08:00:28 GMT

Snowflake obsidian

Chlorella

Chestnut Bud, Holly, Mustard, Walnut, Wild Oat, White Chestnut

Rose quartz, as usual

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A day at the beach.

Juniper — Thu, 21 Oct 2004 06:05:41 GMT

The tide swings to the other side of the tracks
Carefully, still it moves beyond directions
to a place inside of me drenched
in silence. The crowd breaks over the sand
laughing and crawling up the beach
numb fingers and hands fingering, searching
for signs of life on this desolate homecoming.

Waves watching, lapping from a safe distance,
putting all of their sea shells on the girl in green.

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the

t_honey — Mon, 27 Sep 2004 17:44:08 GMT

secret cirsus arrives

put your ear to the ground and listen

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OOMPH and UNPH

Josh_A — Sun, 19 Sep 2004 05:57:19 GMT

Friday 9/17/04 ended 7:49pm

DEEP purple shade, stain, OOMPH and UNPH
dark dark silhouettes
pine trees -- three old men
against the graying sky
rise up, look out
as yang gives way to yin
and sheets of wet dirty cotton roll
in over the hills

moss still
grows up and down these branches
below, patches of green like unripe limes

barricades!
first farther lines of trees stuck in
the ground at odd angles
and closer manmade
funny barrels of wire jostling each other in line
CAUTION
the yellow tape says

I find deer shit in the field
I shat before I came out here
Oh there she is now
She sees me and ballets away

This is a yang poem and its inspiration
is quickly sinking behind the earth
sometimes yang gives way to yin
everything changes
and poems end

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THIS IS BALI

zemaya — Sun, 05 Sep 2004 02:20:42 GMT

A friend of mine wrote this upon his recent return from bali... I wanted to share it. : >

*************************************

THIS IS BALI

The wave winds up like a spring
And we within are twisting and swimming
KA SPLOOSH
Sloshed ashore, wings spread wide
We have arrived in Bali, Indonesia
We have taken the dive into life’s tide
To explore this piece of Earth’s paradise.
Immediately we spy a good sign
A flock of Koi fishes living a life quite fine.
The people greet us with smiles
With bigger grins than I’ve ever seen smiled
Pearly white teeth, some sharp from files
Deep dark eyes
Sparkling with giggles, camraderi, and fun
Like a black sand beach
Glittering in the sun
One god, one love, one family
In Bali, we are Balinese first
And many different religions coexist peacefully, neighborly, friendly
In unity, in one destiny
With Hindu, Buddhist, Islam, and Christian too
Plus Rastafari who never die
Itinually alive in the eternal I
Look into the Lion’s eye
There is plenty of room for everyone giving the message of life.
Barong, the winged lion-dog god of good, will sing you a song
Rangda of bad, will steal your money and break your bong
In Bali, we give Barong and Rangda offerings of flowers, food, incense and
respect
In the morning in prayer, in the evening in thanks
Expect Hanumon
The monkey king
To bring the ring
And a banana too
One of them is for you

In Bali, in the southern hemisphere, the Sun shines from the North
In a handshake, the left hand is never put forth
But they drive on the left-hand side of the road of course
Except when making a daring pass
But no need for your life to flash
Before your eyes
They do it all the time.
No need for pesky road signs, speed limits, or laws
Because the few cops there are
Guard the temples which are far
More important than writing tickets,
Doing paperwork and all that bureaucratic bullshit.
Even the polisi smile and I’ll have you know
We saw no accidents, wrongdoing, harassment, or violence
All the month we were there
No cops, no crime—that seems fair.
Still Ganja is a crime,
but how many more tourists would there be if they could go, toke, and have a
good time.
Some things are just the same
Like kecap, but only the name.
It’s actually soy sauce, manis or asin, sweet or salty
Like water, which is called air
And the red gold and green pelangi—the rainbow—everywhere makes you think
How about a drink!?
Bintang—star beer, best served with friends
Arak, rice wine with lemon squashed
Fresh squeezed orange juice, or how about a wash
Of watermelon, banana, avocado juice I have got to try
And papaya is pure tropical life.

No stife no fights in Bali
Then why the one folly
Of "the bombing"
Of a nightclub in 2002
Full of Aussies and other westerners too.
I tell you—it wasn’t the Balinese
Because tourism brings in the bulk of the money
In this non-industrial economy, plus they’re too happy
For terrorism
Why attack Bali, that has no threatening military
I think somebody is trying to scare me
It was probably that shrub, Dubya
Calling his bro Bin Laden
In an attempt to keep people locked in
There bubble—burst it!!!
‘CAUSE WE DON’T NEED NO MORE TROUBLE
WHAT WE NEED IS LOVE
TO GUIDE AND PROTECT US
Let us roam around the Earth as we choose
The world is our backyard, there are dudes
And dudettes in the rainbow everywhere in a positive vibration.
There’s many friends to meet in new locations
New musical, spiritual, and culinary sensations,
New languages for comprehension,
New dimensions of your own personality opening
Look to the East for how we can live in harmony
For me and my wife, what a great honeymoon!
We’ll return to Bali with our child again a little later in life
For now let’s end this poem right.

This I learned from some bros in Padang Bay
Together we liked to play and boogie in the waves
Fancy footwork finding the Futbol on the beach,
musical jammin at Kinky Reggae Bar and this is what they teach

PEACE
LOVE
& GUULL – FREINDSHIP

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To Myself On a Strange Sad Tuesday Night

Juniper — Wed, 25 Aug 2004 03:44:29 GMT

Me, I don't cry.
Lately, I cry alot.
First to the toast of a newborn king
Last to the one who denies everything.

You, you don't sing.
I hear you sing alot when you think no one
is listening.
I hear you sing alot.

Me, I deny everything
Why not theres only so much I can bring.

You, You give yourself away everyday.
Me, I try to buy you just so you will be
safe.

Me, I keep you waiting for the right one.
Sometimes I wonder if my life is over or hasn't yet begun.

You, you shove yourself in my face
demanding that I know you by your taste.
demanding that we are equal players in the same race.
You shove it, you shove it in my face.
Suck it up, wash it down
watch me drown
Feel it burn wash it down.

Me, I'm always leaving you waiting,
You, your sick of waiting in line till the next time.

Me, I'm afraid of lying to you but I lie to myself all the time.
You, you know it when I lie, you love me that well.
You know it by my smell,
you know I stink when I lie.

me, I'm such a coward, hiding behind
the truth as if I were some saint.
You, you shove it my face and expose me for everything I am not.
You shove me in my own face.

To myself should you ever want for
a face in the mirror,
I will be there.
If you ever forget who you are,
I will be you, and shove it in your face
till you cough yourself up from where you are buried deep inside your chest I will give birth to you, you do the rest.
Is there anything in life that is not a test?
To myself on my wedding night, I someday hope to see that light, shining just for me, no one else,
guiding me till that day comes guiding my love to me.Someone who will know me in my sleep, who will know the promises I keep.
And do n't keep to myself and who will shove it in my face and make me taste my truth
Taste it, roll it on my tongue make me remember
how it all began.
I remember a time when I could not understand
how people could forget anything...then I lived longer and learned to forget and remember like books in a book shelf, all of it there, not all of it is always good to read all the time.
So the feelings go underground become things I cannot see, try to seperate you from me,
Till you shove it my face and remind me how to see.
Here is to you who can never be taken from me.
The one thing, who can never be taken from.
you can lose the ones you love, but never the love you have for them, unless you let it go.
Just remember you make it so.
Now, just Go!
To myself on a strange sad tuesday night filled with tears and light everything will be alright,
tho it may not be what you think you want.

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heart

t_honey — Thu, 26 Aug 2004 21:46:19 GMT

we sit on a wooden bench and watch new lovers
play under the trees .. leaves fall and eyes wonder
we see the endless possibilites
we sit on the wooden bench as our hands near eachother
we blink as the sun warms our faces
irises revealed as we glance toward one another
our skin is soft and wrinkled and here we sit
on a wooden bench watching the sun set and rise
we are calm as we watch the possibility
basking in the light of our lives
my finger tips entwined with yours and it is enough
as we sit on this wooden bench
nothing can move us from the possibility of true love
for we see it growing under the trees

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Gravity of Spheres

zemaya — Mon, 16 Aug 2004 05:37:51 GMT

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

A crystalline spirit sat at the edge of nothingness,
at her side, so perfectly in waiting piles,
lay reams of hope, stacks of desire, bushels of dreams
and bound lengths of love,

all placed with such care and now.... waiting...

Sibyllic eyes of violet-bright burning
turn up and lay gaze upon the wanderer
She speaks as if from bidding, answering the question
that had yet to form from lips
"I am bound to wait here," she whispers,
"I am to build the bridge...
The supplies have been made ready,
for an island - a whole world, even!
had passed into view... out there"

And she turned and pointed away from all that is known,
her lavender eyes becoming black,
finding no light to reflect in the chasmous void of infinity

She sighed - a sound like ice splintering

"Out here it is hard to see what is solid stone,
and what is mirage,
a pretty image-world passed before us
It grew covered in dense forest and life abundant,
water in every form thundered and made its courses there
gods ruled and were ruled by the goddesses of divine love,
and Beauty....
Beauty made her kingdom there

"In tremulous elation and quiet fear
I prepared to build the bridge,
recounted spools and reams and stacks
immortal in anticipation
But the Guardians of my world bade me wait...
'Wait until the moon is bright,' they said,
'and this ambrosian orb turns full on its axis
Be warned! This wondrous image-world before you is no longer self-contained
See where its seeds are planted and take heed
as, though it may have much to offer you,
its care may neglect another's need'

"And I listened," she said,
"for the Guardians are wise beyond Time."

And she waited, for a truth already known

"And yes, I saw, that in lifetimes past,
the world that now passed before us
had sinked orbit with another of equal brightness -
the two unwanting of a separate sun,
for they shone upon each other
spiraling in combined gravity,
and having no need to fear the void"

The nymph spoke on, though her lips now were still
and resting upon unuttered promises...

'We of this world know that every molecule and every atom,
every particle of light effects and is effected by another
And it would be to upset the balance of these orbiting twin moons
to alter their natural course and larger system
with the indelicate hands of reckless wanting
and covetous desire

'Taking share of the precious seeds of this orb
only leaves two gardens half planted,
a thousand magical tales never to be spun
with unripened fruit from the stunted
growth of either bed

'And this I have learned -
the mirror of this passing paradise showing true-
That my world has been formed to be filled to the brim
attended, encompassed,
surrendered, surrounded,
wrapped wholly around and within
daily covered in new morning dew

'And this I have learned -
This bridge I would build is meant to bear weight
a hundred million gardens worth of seeds to be grown
in newfound loam, is here at the gate
awaiting a berth and a mooring
And a cup poured out into one half-filled
leaves half still with me,
unopened presents still under the tree
on a chill Aquarian morning

'The Guardians know there will be others
But my eyes were fashioned with facets of linear time
and this universe is vast
and mostly made of nothingness

'Still I listen, for the Guardians are wise beyond Time.'

She smiled faintly,
a weak remembrance that within Infinite Possibility
the far-off lands of Fairness, Bliss, Happiness and Unconditional Love
somewhere still spin

As the cells unknowing of the greater mind,
she spoke aloud once more,

"It is not for me to know
It is for me to wait, and be ready"

And with that she folded her hands in her lap,
pulling up broken threads of gossamer gold
that spilled from her Weaver's basket
and trailed loose out over the Edge

She returned her gaze outward,
violet eyes again absorbed into the perfection of blackness
And the Guardians watched as her hair grew long and silver,
then white
And her skin creased and sank
then cracked

With nothing but the count
of her
heart ...
beat ...
through ...
Time ...
She sat content, oblivious, unmoving
in endless silence...

save for the hollow, bone-chilling wind of the void

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

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Raisin in the Sun

Juniper — Sat, 14 Aug 2004 03:16:19 GMT

The trees went crack, crack, CRACK
As the wind did slip under the feet
The dancers incomplete sometimes left the shoes in the trees not to signify drugs, these,
Little children of the darkness pleased
with grown up toys left the tea top spinning
out into the light.
The right person was there, the weeping one shadows held there watching waiting for the Eon hand to strike 12. 12 is the dancing hour of light Sun kept in our hearts
to grow complete to digest the sweet blood of
Those children wizened gums and hands
Shrinking skin around large eyes and teeth
The end is sometimes sweet simply because it is the end.

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Curling Company

Ungtartog — Wed, 11 Aug 2004 23:40:28 GMT

Truly, A blue leaf clover
covers me
under trees dapple dancing
remembering...
A way to sway again.

The cheeks of the meek
kissed with morning mist
the silence there given
tasted as laden gift

True, the face frightened bright
blew
with liquid lips shivered silver
as the sliver lanced askew
Through and through
to the heart untamed
laying awake
abed, in passion stew

Advanced, a verse askance
asking in terms uncertain
if this was a pleasing place
or the ground against
which would rest,
the final curtain.

paws.

( this being a simple pun to be interpreted as a refrain of the sentiment held in conclusion to the querulous passage afore)

The previous (suggestion) might be noted as the

(paws clause)

Phantom felines circle wild,
wheeling in quiet quorom
no neccesity for formalities
in the murmured stirring
of this silent forum

Violent purples ring constellations
as these surreptitious sanguinites
creep in implied administration
returning, coolly congruous
to their fair fitted stations

A lamentable mewl simpers
sifting as silke on stone
worried
as harpy howl
the cranky cry
mounts a moan
Sound soaring
resonance boring
a hole

Through grievous groaning
the cats abate
slinking through gates
opened in the gloaming
of their cowering call

shadows reclaim
and that
is All

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Truth Forest

Juniper — Thu, 12 Aug 2004 00:58:28 GMT

The shadows shifted, falling around the lovers in waves probing
tugging sucking them under the current of the night.
Sucking and lapping at their feet like the tide ..stretching its hungry fingers up onto the beach...
Sucking at the shoreline, wareing it slowly down.
The time was coming soon
when all crosses would be broken in half left to dance
on their side, Made to stand on their own two feet made to stand for something left to run mad without protection.
The time of the rising tide, time of the comet, of the great unrest of the involutions (inner revolutions) (half invocation half revolution) (invoking oneself into greater and greater levels of being). Most of all, this was the time of the Tree. It was beginning to become visible to those who were ready to see.
The Tree of Life has long been a symbol of many things, holding the secrets of the universe in its branches opening and closing like hands to reveal and to conceal.
Do you come with good intent? Then you see this...Do you come with bad? You get this... The way it shall always be
always has been.. Everyone sees themselves in everything they encounter that is how the pure things are kept safe from those who wouldn't understand them.. Thru simple misunderstanding.
As usual people f ailed to grasp the whole significance
of it. They saw the tree and they saw themselves as separate from it, with it only a cool philosophical concept to give them a glimpse of something more. Truthfully a glimpse is about all most can handle . People see exactly what they allow themselves to see. In other words, what they can take in without going insane. People spend their whole lives climbing in one direction or another or staying where they are running in place. Never grasping that the tree is a symbol of each of us. Roots growing downward into the Earth...Branches stretching up towards the Sun and rain, firmly planted in the soil drinking in the water and energy of the Earth, giving back
energy and oxygen to the world, branches always stretching up growing, as the roots grow deeper into the Earth, as the tree grows tracing the y ears in layers like an onion...
People grow like this too if they let themselves.
building a solid foundation, coming to terms with one's past,
nourishing the roots, seeing the beauty in the ugliness and pain that went before, seeing how it made the soil more rich and fertile for the s alt it added in tears..
Finding the environment in which one feels truly safe.. One must feel safe to reach high and concentrate on what one wants.. As much as hardship eggs us on, To really enjoy what we achieve we must feel safe somewhere, we must have a place to escape to a place that represents our roots in the ground
where nothing can ever disturb us, not inside, not where it counts. Stretching our arms out to the sky we can see the burgeoning dawn and possibilities unfolding with each one we take another comes into being...so we follow t he trail of breadcrumbs and ride the lightning thru the sea of illusion straight into our heart's true country, the place that is to us what the ocean is to a drop of salt water.

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Ongoing conversation

Josh_A — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 08:26:50 GMT

I like the secret circus

secret circus? are there spy-clowns?

only high clowns

high holy spies of the self

high clownics

or highly colonic

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Secrecize (8) 8 to 14

Josh_A — Tue, 10 Aug 2004 07:13:23 GMT

In the wake of my grandmother's cancer, I neglected to post an Exercise for the 31st.

I assume you all dealt with the transition just fine :-) But as the first week of August was an active one, I did feel remiss for not addressing it.

Pick a day this week, and spend time thinking bigger. No, BIGGER. You are God, the planet is but a game-size sprawl on your table top, and your watch has a millennium hand and an eon hand. Write <your name here>'s To Do List.

Anyway, the week promises to be intense. Your mission in the coming days, should you choose to accept it:

- Consciously maintain peace and harmony
- Stay flexible, resourceful, open

Feel free to share To Do Lists here!

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Today's secret words

Ungtartog — Fri, 26 Mar 2004 06:30:37 GMT

Height
Dervish
Mechanic
Larceny
Pandemic
Relief
Suture
Napalm
Delinquent
Mephistopheles
Trampoline

Elements burn, removed of earth and outwardly excized.
My temples hum in concord with the singing whisps of ephemeral dander as yet clinging to my knitted brow. I haven't made mad an appointment as of yet. The world is staring at the saliva drop, pregnant, on the tippermost cusp of my tongue.

Had I the...

But she was eleven when we met and she wasn't sure what I meant.
It would be a full dozen before her heals would set fire to the wheels of time. No no no no no NO!

Remember when I was holding that orange snake? You were freaking out and telling me how dangerous it was. I calmly assured you that it would not harm me, but you couldn't be quelled. Your shivering angst infected the snake and sensing your fear, it did bite me. I was surprised when you did not sweat blood at the sight of it. The meat of my palm sparkled red, though it only did this in a neatly pinpricked crescent. I swear to you that it did not hurt and that the creature meant no harm. It was you that was feeling pain. It was you that bit me. I never felt anything other then pure love for that snake.

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i sit in his pocket..

t_honey — Tue, 27 Jul 2004 21:46:31 GMT

yearning for familiar fingers
grasp my form
i recognize his movements
coming near .. ah the anticipation
i hear my breathe .. shh i'm a secret
doh ... no hand coming inside
he only scratches his ass
i chant in my mind
'reach for me, reach for me, reach for me'
in your pocket sits your treasure

shh...
i love this
"I drop his words into my pockets, filling them up
with jewels of such strange size and weight,
irregular shapes with little sharp edges that I love to run my fingers over"

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Louder

Josh_A — Mon, 02 Aug 2004 02:22:11 GMT

Sometimes, you have to go back to the classics. Yes, like Howl

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetary dawns, wine drunk-
enness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring
winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

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Now

Ungtartog — Sat, 31 Jul 2004 00:41:49 GMT

I have heard many people state that time is not linear.
A statement with which I tend to conucr.

What I frequently notice when people discuss non-linearity, however, is that they will refer to "past", "present" and "future" as simultaneous. While I think this is true, I also recognize the ideas of past,present and future to be themselves linear concepts. In other words, even if you could percieve your entire past, simultaneously with your future and current present moment... You would still be talking about a timeLINE which is still linear. Meaning it is still perceived in relation to the concepts of cause and effect.

I believe that time is TRULY non-linear, meaning that not only are your past and present moments simultaneous, but that there is NO specific future projected from the present and that all POSSIBLE pasts, presents and futures are a synchronous singularity (i.e. now).

Another way of stating this is: Suppose the life you are in IS written in a book. Your eyes are your focal point discovering the different "nows" of this book as you read it. Wherever your eyes are, whatever you are reading is "now". But, in reality the book is present in it's entirety, it is all there, simultaneously. This however, is ignoring the fact that there are millions of books on earth that you could be reading! ...and this is ignoring the fact that there are an infinite number of books in all the possible realities of the now!

So, when we sleep, I think perhaps, without the need to be concerned with survival in a linear reality, we unhinge from our bodies and explore. We go to the living library and browse the pages. The closer you stay to your body when dreaming, the more your dreams tend to relate to the linear reality you are presently playing out. Thus premonitions might unfold, though they are rarely specific and direct in their communication. Namely because there are a myriad of ways that the forces at work can play out in your linear world, but sometimes there is a situation that dominates. Why does it dominate? I think it is because it is an experience we have "chosen".

This raises a question within me. Is there a difference between precognition and manifestation? When you dream, or otherwise perceive an event or situation in the future and it occurs, is it because you have seen something that is "going" to happen, or is it because you drew the situation to you? I'm not sure there is any difference.

Is this what luck really is all about?

Now wait a minute though, why would you want to draw a situation where someone you care about (yourself, for that matter) suffers adversely? This I think is due to the likelihood that the aspect of your self that makes decisions using thoughts (i.e. me), is not the aspect of your self that controls your destiny. I think that the aspect of your self that controls your destiny (i.e. greater me) is aware of the transitory nature of physical reality and thus isn't concerned with comfort so much as growth and experience, which often involves stress of some kind.

Picture that all of your bodies cells are little versions of yourself. This is not hard to imagine as it is quite literally true. When you do something to your body like, strenuous activity, dietary change, fasting, any kind of discipline... you body will initially send out signals of distress (i.e. pain, discomfort). But on the whole, your body gains integrity and becomes stronger from these activities, which in the short term may seem to be doing superficial damage from a cellular perspective.

I feel the gulf between the "me" self and the "greater me" self is equivalent to that between my "cellular" self and the "me" self. However, they are also intimately interconnected and one effects the other most directly.

I would also state in conclusion that all realities that you perceive while dreaming are not only real, but they also directly pertain to the linear reality you are perceiving in waking life for this is the perspective you are experiencing from. It is where your eyes are at, so to speak. This is why there are so often metaphors for situations in our waking life within our dreams. We go searching for those realities which will help us understand and navigate our presently running "now". Cross referencing.

There are many strings I can see flowing from these paragraphs, things that could use further clarification and extrapolation.
But before I continue with my blather...
Would anyone like to expound upon their own personal observations? =)

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GanamedullaoblongottagetawayfromhereIam

Ungtartog — Fri, 30 Jul 2004 17:38:27 GMT

Yo!

My name is Apple Adams
and I'm here to say
that the price of life is livin'
until your dyin' day

When I began I was a circle,
a pretty perfect picture
but to further it's division
I had to hew a fissure

'cause
To be makin' love with hotties,
you need some seperate bodies
So seperate we did,
so we could birth a kid

And the beauty that was new
was brighter then then the two
and as our story grew,
we began to get the clue
that there had to be a check,
to keep us in the balance
It's a numbers game of bodies,
and to stabalize the valence,
the blackest cloak unfurled,
and that pretty little girl,
Death...
she come unto the world.

and all are gathered,
and all are blessed,
each rictus mouth
pressed 'gainst her breast.

Rejoiced, elated,
we celebrated
"Stick us back into the earth "
from whence we were created
"Fill our mouths up with the loam!"
never be satiated

let us die in our mirth
lips covered in foam
let us spill a new birth
with the next verse of this poem...

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July 28th, 2004

Josh_A — Thu, 29 Jul 2004 00:15:04 GMT

The bad news just came. The most important person in my life has cancer.

.

.

.

And I can't even
can't even finish a sentence.

Suddenly today's To Do list was swept clean.

It doesn't seem right somehow to go about my daily tasks. Not today anyway.

.

"It's the the end of the world," he says.

How dare he. It IS the end of the world. Every passing second takes with it the end of the world, even as the next continues. And every change that brings our attention to that fact is painful.

Even routine surgeries are life threatening.

And if she goes, my world goes with her.

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Secret Lurkers

Josh_A — Tue, 27 Jul 2004 08:20:50 GMT

Shhhh...
be very very quiet...

we're huntin' humans...

NO STOP SHUTUP PLEASE

don't post any secrets! For the
love of lurking

DON'T

break the silence

expose your self

risk anything

share anything

or say

even

one

word.

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Exercise 25 to 31

Josh_A — Sun, 25 Jul 2004 09:39:32 GMT

You can't give something you don't already have... bring graceful, easy cooperation into your life this week by giving, demonstrating, and BEING it yourself.

This is the point to which the previous exercises have been building. You have maintained peace, assessed your situation, moved forward creatively, planted the seeds for your visions to grow, and now they can begin to sprout.

Make it easy with plenty of clean water, fresh air, and pure sunshine.

That may sound more than a little irritating, especially if God ranks #1 on your current shitlist, but forget her for now and concentrate on yourself. If you're barren, you can't expect others to help you be fruitful.

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Tiles: Atheists

Josh_A — Fri, 23 Jul 2004 06:09:30 GMT

I go to the bookstore, and there are all these books, hundreds on them, how to find the perfect mate and marry them, and then how to divorce them once you're bored, and I wonder: why don't these self help authors write something *useful*?

Where's
How Not to Be Mad at God

in 12 Easy Steps
(for Chrissakes)?

Because after you've divorced the spouses you attracted to try and fix your ancient traumas and learned to love your inner child and finally found the man/woman/aardvark of your dreams and married him or her or it,

it's only a short while before one of you DIES.

And that inevitability doesn't just affect the other. It affects your children, and their children, and your friends, and maybe even some co-workers. Maybe it gets carried on butterfly wings to Israel or Kiribati.

Those effects ripple out, and tossing stones in lakes is idyllic and all, until the keystone comes crashing down like a boulder into a pond and those left standing, drenched, barely have time to wonder if there's any water left in the damned hole itself.

It's like a hall of mirrors in here, like when one part says to another
something asinine like "Anger at God is anger at one's self."
and some other part has to put the smack down.

And I do talk to God. And my own inner voice speaks for him. He/I/We laugh at me. Fuck. Starving the kids in Africa must've gotten old, but even if it didn't God's omnipotence ensures she could do you in with one hand tied behind his back.

"The Universe does not hate you." Jim assures me. "Everything is unfolding perfectly."

I'm thinking of getting Jim his very own cult followers for Xmas. Maybe a TV evangelism spot for his birthday.

The great thing about God is that when I'm done cursing her, cussing at her, ignoring her, and being Her, he's still right there waiting. What a punching bag. You're a wimp, God.

Now be quiet, I'm not done being mad at you.

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Aplomb bomb song

Ungtartog — Mon, 12 Jul 2004 21:40:59 GMT

I see a shrine shining,
shown majestic over cloud blue layers
of solemn songs
sung to spin spines
through cradling wheels
of old phantom pantomimes.

I hear a voice of many flavors,
yellow tonguing tremulous trumpet timpanis
in the elastic swaying of harmonic symphonies.

I feel a forest glowing,
wild red and blue,
purple genteel,
a cat's maw clawing out it's heat
in cranky plaintive mewl.

The aroma of winter,
sharp and jagged,
crisp slicing,
knuckle numbing
those hearts of polished stone
long gone ragged.

I sink my teeth
into these flavors
I have known.
I swallow down
the shallow frowns
of former furies
and bury
my hat in the snow.

Once,
Like a salmon branded salamander,
a lithe serpent,
scorched and steaming,
withered it's way through my bedroom window.

He'd been here before
and remembered all my hidden secrets.

Nimble Jack had heat
in his evening hearth
for me, the grieving heathen.

Pale regrets are a sauce to quoff
for the thirsty thoughts
brought in legion
by a myriad of this kind of
unslakeable
threadbare
demon.

So, I sew
a patchwork puppet
to prance proud
on the stave
of my worn old doubt.
Yes I,
light the sky,
with the groaning grimace
I gravely grew
to fight the tides of flaws
I agreed were mine to hide.

Why did I come?

How will I go?

Listen

You
were born into a song.
A savored melody,
a sweet scented note.

All those names they gave you are wrong!

Do you remember the rhymes
the divine mime
broke open
into your heartichoke
hoping
the petals pealed
would reveal
a pale lotus veil
swollen to bursting
at the fervent urging
of your delerious
dancing digits
advancing to fidgit
with the neckline of TIME?

Here is a new secret you already know:
The Sun worships you!
Every day
it rises
to make obescience
to your presence.
Every evening
decends in slumber
grinning at the glory
that grew you great!

You ARE the star
that birthed the void
into which we delve
out of whence we come.

Feel free
to take this
personally.

Better yet,
feel free.

Better yet...
*

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Today's exercise

Josh_A — Sat, 10 Jul 2004 21:16:12 GMT

The next week or so requires a certain gait, maintenance, and balance.

Read these instructions to the end before beginning the operation.

As usual, preface with a brief energy tune-up. Tapping on your K-27, thymus, and spleen points should be sufficient. If needed, do cross crawls for at least 60 seconds.

To begin, assume the TAT pose: thumb and ring finger of non-dominant hand grasping the bridge of the nose near the corner of each eye, middle finger centered just above the eyebrows; palm of the dominant hand on the back of the head, thumb draped across the soft indentation at the bottom of the skull.

Focus on the following issues/visualizations until a shift is felt (loss of focus, unable to hold pose any longer, deep sigh or yawn, etc.). Break the pose in between issues.

1. Interactions in the week to come between you and the key players in your current situation.

2. Harmony thereof.

3. Analysis of your current resources.

4. Your plans for the future.

5. Visualize #3 on the one side, #4 on the other, with yourself standing between them.

Good luck, and feel free to post your results here.

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Today's Exercise - 6/18/04 - Farming

Josh_A — Mon, 19 Jul 2004 05:34:33 GMT

This is a creative week, but growing anything requires that you plant the seeds first.

Step 1: Get out some paper (the physical act of writing is important) and do some brainstorming.

You might use a mindmap... write your name or "me" or suchlike in the middle, circle it, and then draw branches for related ideas, and so on and so forth. This might work well if you already have a good idea of what's going on in your life and what areas you want to work on.

Or use categories. Maybe Physical, Mental, Spiritual, Financial, etc. or roles & goals... Co-Worker, Spouse, Human Being, Daughter, Brother, Volunteer Fire Chief.

After you've written every idea, crazy, practical, and otherwise, that bubbles out of your stream of consciousness, proceed to...

Step 2: Next to each area and/or idea, make a list of everyone in your life who's involved in or connected to that particular category or specific idea.

Take steps over the next 6 days to express some of your ideas for growth to all involved.

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Your mom called

Josh_A — Tue, 13 Jul 2004 16:54:36 GMT

improbable bed, shed skin cells, threaded beeswax protect
et less than synthetic warmth thin, disdain or just
boredom mixed with anger, I don't mean
to be--strike that--to present such negativity, it's just

electric outlets, earmuffs, and breakfast
switch, avoid, connect remains a future, and presently
pages stacked under papers piled glasses guarding
tired eyes can close while restless fingers

goddess never said just get in there and get on
with nothing it's nothing or not, claws frozen silent unbalance
close one eye, tighten other muscles taut so uniformly
disturbing each little head like convicts or robotics

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An informal poll

Josh_A — Sun, 11 Jul 2004 19:07:59 GMT

Please rate, on a scale of 0 to 10, how true/intense the following statements feel for you, with 0 = not true at all and 10 = completely true.

For calibration, test "My name is Wanda." (should be zero, unless your name IS Wanda) and "My name is _______", inserting your name (should be 10).

Now, the statements:

1. It's hard to be on this planet.

2. Everything about life is hard.

3. It's me versus everybody else.

4. I don't deserve to reach my goals easily.

5. I don't deserve to love my life.

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experience?

sharelove — Sun, 06 Jun 2004 04:19:06 GMT

The Stroke of Genius

Deep states of meditation are deep states of awareness. The truth of existence is that we exist. The truth reflects the truth: we exist we therefore are the truth. We are our own answer. What was the question?
Diamonds drop from my lips. Thoughts and words tumble and drool out of my mouth. Sometimes in synch sometimes not. The synchronicity is. It is here. It is now. Turn-on and experience it. Use the methods and substances to propel yourself there. We know what this means. You ’ve heard it all before: Buddha hood, enlightenment, oneness, and god. It ’s Ok if you don ’t get it. You are a duality. You know what it feels like to be two people (minimum). Spinning on the wheel of life is you. Everything outside of you is spinning. Spinning real fast. Every time we step out into the spinning we feel out of control it ’s so powerful. If we learn to merge with it, this takes practice, your whole self starts to spin with it. There becomes no difference between you and the spinning. Finding your balance point when you spin is crucial or you spin out of control. This is important and teaches you what you need to know. This is called help. Helping yourself is the one thing that is most important. You can help yourself everyday and every minute. Stand in front of a mirror naked. Stand there for a long time. Look at yourself. Look everywhere within the space that is you. Stop seeing yourself in the mirror, keep looking at you but don ’t “see ”you. Feel you instead. Feel what it means to stand there and be you. You may feel uncomfortable, but stick with it. Keep feeling who you are for as long as you can. Keep trying to go deeper. Feel love for yourself. Go really really deep to feel unconditional love for you. The deeper you go the more the masks of “who ”you are start to peel away. Keep peeling, if you feel that there is no more to peel, find your center balance point, your axis, create awareness and consciousness there. Doing this is elemental to developing as a being in sync here now. You may pass through many many stages of this ‘peeling ”experience and that ’s Ok. What else is there to live for? If not to discover who you “are ”, what you ’re about and why you ’re here. This is the strongest test of commitment: to become what you are truly meant to be. Right here right now in this moment you are everything and nothing. The trip is what it ’s all about. The spinning is you and you are the spinning. It can be a hard road to travel when we lose perspective. Don ’t be as concerned about who you are but more with what you are. You are the most important being of creation. You have created what you are. Whenever I stop and feel the beating of my heart I become conscious in a way that I wasn ’t aware of the moment before. Becoming aware of your heartbeat is a wonderful tool, one that ’s been in use since all time. It brings clarity, choosing to know. The best way to think about it is to be alone. Being alone helps to magnify the fact that you are you. Turn off TVs radios, all distractions and concentrate on you. Be your breath be your heartbeat. It will become absolutely clear, no doubt about it whatsoever, when you have become whole and in tune and in balance with the trinity that is you. The wholeness that is you is also the wonderful truth that you are composed of three things: your body/sex, mind/spirit and heart/emotion. In perfect balance, equal parts, one third each, we know what it is to be whole. Your body/sex is the paradise and the beauty of what you are, add to that the beating heart/emotional thread that allows you to experience and feel in an invisible way yet so dominating in its principle, the feel of who you are on this level and add to that the conscious/spirit aspect, the thinking aspect of all this and we see that one creates the other. There ’s the perfect balance between doing and not doing. We live most of our lives doing and things are out of whack because of this. Think of where we ’d be if we all devoted half of our lives to not doing! This may be the single most important thing we learn: it is crucial to do nothing at least half the “time ”.
There ’s this whole other dimension of being. A dimension that is so inclusive. I am feeling all sorts of things within me. These feelings don ’t have any name. Thoughts and “feelings ”all play a role but in the end they are just feelings of such incredible spectrum that spectrum ill defines the uniqueness yet infinite in complexity and simplicity.
I teach myself I speak to myself and I show myself. I learn from myself I listen to myself and I practice. I choose to speak to myself in all the most subtle and infinitely minute reflections and thoughts and dreams, in words, feelings and gestures of love and harmony and synchronicity. The meridian of peace the axis of synchronicity, simplicity and complexity. Words and thoughts in balance with and in harmony with the wholeness of the person. Playing together like children, thoughts emotions and feelings, sometimes the one sometimes the other leading and following, laughing crying feeling beyond time into the moment.
I am learning to create nothingness, nothingness between me and the experience of being here now. The methods I use most frequently, is to use substances that alter perception. Ganja is right now the most potent ally I have. I am able to experience such an awesome way of relating to my mind. Relating to my body and my heart, all coming together to experience.
It ’s interesting to think that I ’m neither alive nor dead. I just am what this moment is. It ’s all around me and is me. To spend time thinking about death and what we associate with it. Picture your death, any way, the ways that most scare you. Feel death; follow your breath into death. Explore it, go dive deep with it, allow it to be. Recognize that you are neither dead nor alive. Doing this practice, helps to uncover the fact that death is not what we have been taught to believe it is. It is an experience. It is a contraction. You expand and contract every second, minute and years, for “ever ”. It becomes clear that “time ”loses its rational construct and becomes an experience. You are continually experiencing death every second and rebirth of course. It ’s the only “marriage ”there is. It ’s fun to do this. Just have to make time for it. Let everything flow from this one experience.

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society

Fri, 04 Jun 2004 07:06:58 GMT

know of a society where
you are the only one
and the only one you associate with
is what you consider
dementia?
though perhaps it is a divine
association
muted and confused but possibly
divine in its process
and effect capable of far reaching past
timelessness
and old age

"The effects I want to observe
so I know that they work. The effects I want to observe
so that I can appreciate and keep motivated to keep effecting."

small societies like this do exist
and perhaps when the time is right
the stage will be cleared and the doors opened
the key will be given to whom it is given
by choice chance and divine association

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