just installed and extensive dictionary into my computer casue i cant spell to save my life. never could. the left side of my brain doesnt want to work with me on that. anyway wist playing with the program to see how it works i found this cute bit of information in the definition of….. (i particularly love #4)

knowledge

• noun

1. a [usu. foll. by of] awareness or familiarity gained by experience (of a person, fact, or thing) (have no knowledge of that). b a person’s range of information (is not within his knowledge).
2. a [usu. foll. by of] a theoretical or practical understanding of a subject, language, etc. (has a good knowledge of Greek). b the sum of what is known (every branch of knowledge).
3. Philos. true, justified belief; certain understanding, as opposed to opinion

4. Archaic sexual intercourse.

soo, maybe the original idea of the tree of knowledge had nothing to do with fruit at all but rather the realization that FUCKING is the meaning of life?

hmm, thats some kinda crazy thoughts! somebody should maybe lock me up for your piece of mind and safety

i start with an excerpt from The Invisible Landscape by Terence and Dennis Mckenna (also excerpts are featured in Food of the Gods by Terence Mckenna):

Delayed maturation and prolonged childhood and adolescence play a critical role in the neurological and psychological development of the individual, since they provide the circumstances which permit the post-natal development of the brain in the early, formative years of childhood. The symbolic, cognitive and linguistic stimuli that the brain experiences during this period are essential to its development and are the factors that make us the unique, conscious, symbol-manipulating, language-using beings that we are.

IndigoFairyX’s interpretation: WE ARE A PRODUCT OF OUR ENVIRONMENTAL UP-BRING!!!

why is this important? (ill be short and blunt with this rant)

TURN OFF THE FUCKING TV AND INTELLECTUALLY ENGAGED YOUR CHILDREN SO THEY DON’T TURN INTO AMERICAN MONSTERS!!!

find something some interesting, fun, and crative to do, ponder, create, or talk about!

i have always scoffed down my nose at the guys who try to gain insight as to who i am by asking me what “sign” i am. if you dont know anything about ancient/esoteric astrology keep your fucking mouth shut cause you sound like all the other sheeple out there. im a libra. big woop. im far more interesting than my horoscope (in the back of vogue) becasue ive gone out and “lived” ive gone out and and experanced. i’ve tasted, smelled, felt, heard and saw more than the narrotor on a tv show could offer….

why do i say this…

i see so many people (and so many of my friends) with kids, just turn on the tv and let them go into a all saucer-eyed trance to keep them quiet. whats the end RESLUT OF THIS ACTION!?!?!

take a look around, do you like what you see? because what you see is it. that’s reality. this is it.

—-have a nice day!

ps. esoteric astrology is a very real meta-physical thing that we today have become ignorant too. it effects us in ways we cannot comprehend even if we are aware enough to know that something is happen. that being said i dont know enough about it to continue, soo, any one any good books on the subject matter i can read?

one of my old favs

dolly parton – its all wrong, but its al right

here a short clip of the current book im reading that i find rather wonderful and compelling. i still believe on the best decicions ive ever made in my life, about 7+ years ago was to: shut off the TV, not turn it back on again and pay it no attention. i guess being that i still watch movies and selected downloaded (commerical free) programs that would be concidered cheating. back on the “just for today” victim-ism of the NA cult? anyway…

the book im reading is:

Food of the Gods by Terence Mckenna, subtitled: The search for the original tree of knowledge. A radical history of plants, drugs, and human evolution.

excerpt from pages 218 – 220:

ELECTRONIC   DRUGS

In his science fiction novel The Man in the High Castle, Philip K. Dick imagined an alternative world in which World War II had been won by the Japanese and the Third Reich.8 In Dick’s fictional world, the Japanese occupation authorities introduced and legalized marijuana as one of their first moves at pacifying the population of California. Things are hardly less strange here in what conventional wisdom lightheartedly refers to as “reality.” In “this world” too, the victors introduced an all-pervasive, ultra-powerful society-shap­ing drug. This drug was the first of a growing group of high-tech­nology drugs that deliver the user into an alternative reality by acting directly on the user’s sensorium, without chemicals being intro­duced into the nervous system. It was television. No epidemic or addictive craze or religious hysteria has ever moved faster or made as many converts in so short a time.

The nearest analogy to the addictive power of television and the transformation of values that is wrought in the life of the heavy user is probably heroin. Heroin flattens the image; with heroin, things are neither hot nor cold; the junkie looks out at the world certain that whatever it is, it does not matter. The illusion of knowing and of control that heroin engenders is analogous to the unconscious assumption of the television consumer that what is seen is “real” somewhere in the world. In fact, what is seen are the cosmetically enhanced surfaces of products. Television, while chemically non-invasive, nevertheless is every bit as addicting and physiologically damaging as any other drug

Not unlike drugs or alcohol, the television experience 4 allows the participant to blot out the real world and enter into a pleasurable and passive mental state. The worries and anxieties of reality arc as effectively deferred by becoming absorbed in a television program as by going on a “trip” induced by drugs or alcohol. And just as alcoholics are only vaguely aware of their addiction, feeling that they control their drinking more than they really do … people similarly overestimate their control over television watching. … Fi­nally it is the adverse effect of television viewing on the lives of so many people that defines it as a serious addiction. The television habit distorts the sense of time. It renders other experiences vague and curiously unreal while taking on a greater reality for itself. It weakens relationships by reducing ; and sometimes eliminating normal opportunities for talking, for communicating.

THE   HIDDEN   PERSUADER

Most unsettling of all is this: the content of television is not a vision but a manufactured data stream that can be sanitized to “protect” or impose cultural values. Thus we are confronted with an addictive and all-pervasive drug that delivers an experience whose message is whatever those who deal the drug wish it to be. Could anything provide a more fertile ground for fostering fascism and totalitari­anism than this? In the United States, there are many more tele­visions than households, the average television set is on six hours a day, and the average person watches more than five hours a day— nearly one-third their waking time. Aware as we all are of these simple facts, we seem unable to react to their implications. Serious study of the effects of television on health and culture has only begun recently. Yet no drug in history has so quickly or completely isolated the entire culture of its users from contact with reality. And no drug in history has so completely succeeded in remaking in its own image the values of the culture that it has infected.

Television is by nature the dominator drug par excellence. Con­trol of content, uniformity of content, repeatability of content make it inevitably a tool of coersion, brainwashing, and manipulation.10 Television induces a trance state in the viewer that is the necessary precondition for brainwashing. As with all other drugs and tech­nologies, television’s basic character cannot be changed; television is no more reformable than is the technology that produces auto­matic assault rifles.

Television came along at precisely the right time from the point of view of the dominator elite. The nearly one hundred and fifty years of synthetic drug epidemics that began in 1806 had led to disgust at the spectacle of human degradation and spiritual canni­balism that institutional marketing of drugs created. In the same way that slavery eventually, when no longer convenient, became odious in the eyes of the very institutions that had created it, the abuse of drugs eventually triggered a backlash against this particular form of piratical capitalism. Hard drugs were made illegal. Of course underground markets then flourished. But drugs as stated instru­ments of national policy had been discredited. There would con­tinue to be opium wars, instances of governments coercing other governments and peoples to produce or buy drugs—but in the future these wars would be dirty and secret, they would be “covert.”

As the intelligence agencies that arose in the wake of World War II moved to take up their “deep cover” positions as the masterminds of the international narcotics cartels, the popular mind was turning on to television. Flattening, editing, and simplifying, television did its job and created a postwar American culture of the Ken-and-Barbie variety. The children of Ken and Barbie briefly broke out of the television intoxication in the mid-sixties through the use of hallucinogens. “Oops,” responded the dominators, and they quickly made psychedelics illegal and halted all research. A double dose of TV therapy plus cocaine was ordered up for the errant hippies, and they were quickly cured and turned into consumption-oriented yup­pies. Only a recalcitrant few escaped this leveling of values.” Nearly everyone learned to love Big Brother. And these few who don’t are still clucked over by the dominator culture each time it compulsively scratches in the barnyard dust of its puzzlement over “what hap­pened in the Sixties.”

this doesnt even scratch the surface. this book is quiet an amazing read and mindfuck concerning “cultural opinion”. ill place the synopsis below, if youre interested in further reading go get the book, its very endearing. if you want to take the easy route in getting your hands on it. just email me. ill send you an Ebook version of it.

Why, as a species, are humans so fascinated by altered states of consciousness? Can altered states reveal something to us about our origins and our place in nature? In Food of the Gods, ethnobotanist Terence McKenna’s research on man’s ancient relationship with chemicals opens a doorway to hte divine, and perhaps a solution for saving our troubled world. McKenna provides a revisionist look at the historical role of drugs in the East and the West, from the ancient spice, sugar, and rum trades to marijuana, cocaine, synthetics, and even television–illustrating the human desire for the “food of the goods” and the powerful potential to replace abuse of illegal drugs with a shamanic understanding, insistence on community, reverence for nature, and increased self-awareness.

not only is a remarkable aurthor he was a amazing public speaker too. ima post a clip of him speaking to a group. hopefully this will get your interest/attention…

and, i will close, (for now) with one of my favorite quotes i heard him say in on of his speeches…

“The Mushrooms once told me; You must have a plan! If you do not have a plan, you will become part of someones else’s plan!” — Terence McKenna

“The camera is not only an
extension of the eye but of the brain.
It can see sharper, farther,
nearer, slower, faster than the eye.
It can see by invisible light.
It can see in the past,
present, and future.
Instead of using the camera
only to reproduce objects,
I wanted to use it to make what is
invisible to the eye — visible.”
— Wynn Bullock (1902-1975)

i have these couple lines of poetry bouncing around in my head and im not sure where to go with them. what do you think…

the most beautiful place in all the know universe is inside of you.

on the flip side of every image there is a voyeur.

anyway…

i know, i know, youre scared of the truth. go back to sleep.

Right Now by Ryan Star

I’m putting all my things in boxes,
I’m gonna throw it all away.
I think I’ve got a good idea but,
Who am I to say.

I’m burning all the things you gave me,
Erasing all my memories.
I thought you were the one to save me,
I was so naive.

I’m about to lose control
So, I’m gonna let it go

Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow may not come.
I’m gonna run to the horizon,
We are strong,
We are young.
I’m gonna lay on the ground,
Feel the rain that’s coming down.
And there’s nothing anyone,
could do or say to bring me down.

Right Now
Right Now

I think its time I started over.
I think I’ll sail away from here.
I’m gonna make a great escape,
Now watch me disappear.

I’m about to lose control
Now I’m gonna let it go

Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow may not come.
I’m gonna run to the horizon,
We are strong,
We are young.
I’m gonna lay on the ground,
Feel the rain that’s coming down.
And there’s nothing anyone,
could do or say to bring me down.
Right Now
Right Now

All we ever have is Right Now,
And all we’ll ever need is here, Right Now

Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow may not come.
I’m gonna run to the horizon,
We are strong,
We are young.
I’m gonna lay on the ground,
Feel the rain that’s coming down.
And there’s nothing anyone,
could do or say to bring me down.

Right Now
Right Now
Right Now
Right Now