I Went To Inherit the Wind

Chakra One: Muladhara
Earth, Physical identity, oriented to self-preservation

Located at the base of the spine, this chakra forms our foundation. It represents the element earth, and is therefore related to our survival instincts, and to our sense of grounding and connection to our bodies and the physical plane. Ideally this chakra brings us health, prosperity, security, and dynamic presence.



Chakra Two: Svadhisthana
Water, Emotional identity, oriented to self-gratification

The second chakra, located in the abdomen, lower back, and sexual organs, is related to the element water, and to emotions and sexuality. It connects us to others through feeling, desire, sensation, and movement. Ideally this chakra brings us fluidity and grace, depth of feeling, sexual fulfillment, and the ability to accept change.



Chakra Three: Manipura
Fire, Ego identity, oriented to self-definition

This chakra is known as the power chakra, located in the solar plexus. It rules our personal power, will, and autonomy, as well as our metabolism. When healthy, this chakra brings us energy, effectiveness, spontaneity, and non-dominating power.



Chakra Four: Anahata
Air, Social identity, oriented to self-acceptance

This chakra is called the heart chakra and is the middle chakra in a system of seven. It is related to love and is the integrator of opposites in the psyche: mind and body, male and female, persona and shadow, ego and unity. A healthy fourth chakra allows us to love deeply, feel compassion, have a deep sense of peace and centeredness.



Chakra Five: Vishuddha
Sound, Creative identity, oriented to self-expression

This is the chakra located in the throat and is thus related to communication and creativity. Here we experience the world symbolically through vibration, such as the vibration of sound representing language.



Chakra Six: Ajna
Light, Archetypal identity, oriented to self-reflection

This chakra is known as the brow chakra or third eye center. It is related to the act of seeing, both physically and intuitively. As such it opens our psychic faculties and our understanding of archetypal levels. When healthy it allows us to see clearly, in effect, letting us “see the big picture”.



Chakra Seven: Sahasrara
Thought, Universal identity, oriented to self-knowledge

This is the crown chakra that relates to consciousness as pure awareness. It is our connection to the greater world beyond, to a timeless, spaceless place of all-knowing. When developed, this chakra brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.

“Why in the World would anybody not want to have an identity? First of all, there is nothing wrong with having an identity. I am not against the concept of identifying. There is a magnificent and beautiful presence that naturally unfolded a condition. This condition sparked life into the grace of limiting itself to a particular location. This concept of a fixed location appeared to stabilize an identity as the foundation of the so-called ‘individual life’.

This ‘individual life’ viewpoint is a precious gift that life flowered from itself and to itself. Even the flower springs naturally an unfolding of itself from the dark, enclosed, limited ground in order to gracefully move into the light, spacious, unlimited groundless surface. Comparable to the flower, the identification with the individual viewpoint is much like the dark, enclosed, limited ground.
Resting the identification, unfolds an awakening into no identity. Awakening to yourself as no identity is comparable to the flower's light, spacious, unlimited groundless surface. The only difference with awakening to no identity, is that you are seen as being both the ground and the groundless. The ground and the groundless are seen as both equally and simultaneously happening right now in this eternal present moment.

Heaven on Earth is here as you read these words. It seems as if a condition naturally planted the identification with Earth only. Heaven is not seen in a future time upon death. However, you do have to die into this life to see Heaven as always being here in this eternal moment and never moved. The physical death of this body/mind is not the only opportunity to Heaven; you can die while still alive by awakening to no identity.

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     "Subatomic particles apparently de- and rematerialize fairly routinely," Dr. Dannyboy has written. "Some of them actually can be in two places at once. Their freedom from the normal confines of the space-time continuum is thought to be the result of a weird electricity, an intelligent, creative, playful, and unpredictable interaction among oppositely charged entities in motion." On at least one occasion, Dr. Dannyboy has described those energized particles as "fairies," and, unfortunately, there is doubt that he was speaking metaphorically. But, again, he is Irish and, moreover, has swallowed in his day a lot of drugs.
      At any rate, Dr. Dannyboy continued: "We ourselves are built of subatomic particles (and the spaces in between them), and our organisms are elctrically as well as chemically powered. Our cells, or something that occupies our cells, transmit an electrical pulse. When we breathe, bathe, eat, make love, and think the way that Kudra and Alobar did, we alter the cellular amperage until we find ourselves vibrating at the frequency of the eternal: immortality.
      "When interrogated about how they can walk through flames without being burned, 'primitives' have conveyed to anthropologists that they raise the vibratory level of their flesh to equal that of the fire. In like manner, then, an adept might raise - or lower - his or her vebratory rate to match that of another dimension, thereby disappearing from our customary universe and popping up in the other: dematerialization."

God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, 'Sit up!'
'See all I've made,' said God, 'the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars.'
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God!
Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.
Amen.

The woods are getting darker.
Nothing is perfect. You never get it done. Perfection means Stagnation and an ending to the ever expanding form, much bigger than lil’ tiny human brain and ego self.
So then what's the point, if I'll never be whole? I'm stuck i'm stuck i'm stuck. I get really fucking close to quitting. Let my ego take over. Go on autopilot. Fall into the diversions of American culture. I don't know how to reach people. Sometimes I don't even feel right with Katie. I feel bogged down. But that's just my ego thought forms. And yet, I give in to their farcical ways!@# I see happiness in Adam and that's about the biggest thing that gives me strength right now. I hope I'm not feeding off of it. I tend to selfishly do that.
Just three/four days ago I was feeling secure. I felt egoless. Fuck, it's like I'm bi-polar. My dreams are spinning out of control, I get thrown into plots I don't understand and come into conflict with lots of people and animals. Two nights ago I walked in on Katie blowing some dude's john. Obviously, I'm insecure up the wazoo right now.
Losing focus on the moment to moment to moment. Having trouble yielding my will to the Will of the Nameless Void.

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Who sleeps in bed next to you?
Katie, occasionally, as well as Chester. And that black spider, but I think Zack killed it.

Have you ever pooped in a cave?
Emphatically, yes.

Do you have any habits/methods you must follow or feel 'off' for the rest of the day?
BREAKFAST. INTERNET. FAPFAPFAP.

What's your occupation?
Milk harvester.

What's really creepy?
The split-second black shadows in my peripheries.

What is your favourite color?
Currently, some shades of blue. Especially a calming, oceanic blue.

What's your current random obsession/addiction?
Learning to talk. Extraspecially with Kaleb.

What are you listening to right now?
Keeping Ratatat alive and represented.

What are you most excited for?
The advances in neurotechnology (supercomputer-brain link-ups) that could allow for the imprinting/creating of whole new breed of humans. And also teleportation. Hurray, we saved the environment! ..At least I hope that would.

What websites do you always visit when you go online?
gmail, facebook, 4chan. a good night ends in a splurge of 4chan.

What was the last thing you bought?
Whopper Jr. that I think I got overcharged for.

What country have you always wanted to live in?
I'd love to say New Zealand, but I don't think I'd meld into the culture very smoothly. Somewhere in Europe, like France or Italy, Denmark or Ireland.

Does the weather affect your mood?
If it's warm, I take it for granted. If it's cold I grumble and get depressed.

What's your zodiac sign?
The perfectionist. The analyst. The servant. The "pure one".

Do you want to learn another language?
Wanting to take a sign-language certification class.

How would you rate the last three movies you watched?
District 9 was 9/10. Inglorious Basterds was 6/10. 49 Up was 6.5/10.

Do you have any siblings?
Nein (9?)

What did you have for breakfast?
Oatmeal raisin cookies.

I was just thinkin about you and i wanted to let you know that anytime you need to get away from that big elephant thats living in your house your always welcome at my place

dmt made me vibrate harder than lsd, and it hit me faster than salvia. i wasn't ready to go anywhere, though; there was no snap-through of spacetime into hyperdimensional travel... not like rachel did! she claims it was a life-changing experience fo sho. so cool to hear. spring is going to be spectacular. and there are whisperings of possibly living at zack/adam/s place come summer what?

so broke. had to borrow from papa aGAYn.

parents are getting divorced. mom is so torn up inside, my dad was the one who asked for the divorce, i guess she hurt him too much. but now her life is crushed, i hugged her yesterday and saw it in her eyes. i saw her soul packed tightly away, as small and secure as she can keep it. my dad admitted he gets depressed if he sits around for too long. he's always working on something now, be it a book, or house fixing, or some project in the basement. mom found an apartment to rent a mile away, she'll be moving out soon i guess. i'm taking on a challenge with my dad for april, may, and june, if he stops watching the tube, i won't smoke any of the pipe.

Well wayyy back in the day it would just be myself with a couple friends doing silly/shitty sketch comedies quite similar to Monty Python, or like The Whitest Kids U' Know. And a couple music videos. And some cheesy fight sequences. :]

Then I went off to college for a few years and found camaraderie with other film-junkie indie nerds. I kept going with comedies and such... but the best stuff we made was during film competitions... it seems that if an external force is pushing me to do a project, then that's when it actually gets done.

I'm terrible at the whole self-motivation thing. Which is where I'm stuck at now. Lots of ideas flutter into my skull. Half of the time they manifest onto ink and paper. And once in a blue moon I actually try to bring life to one of those ideas..

I think the best kinds of movies are the ones that mind-fuck the audience, like Stanley Kubrick does, or David Lynch, or Ingmar Bergman. To be watching a movie and suddenly see your own face appear on the screen... that is shakable, outstandingly good filmmaking. I would love to bring forth what people have buried down in their subconscious, y'know?

DIVERSION, THE PRIMARY STRATEGY

Experience has proven that the simplest method of securing a silent weapon and gaining control of the public is to keep the public undisciplined and ignorant of basic systems principles on the one hand, while keeping them confused, disorganized, and distracted with matters of no real importance on the other hand.

This is achieved by:

(1) disengaging their minds; sabotaging their mental activities; providing a low-quality program of public education in mathematics, logic, systems design and economics; and discouraging technical creativity.

(2) engaging their emotions, increasing their self-indulgence and their indulgence in emotional and physical activities, by:

(a) unrelenting emotional affrontations and attacks (mental and emotional rape) by way of a constant barrage of sex, violence, and wars in the media -- especially the T.V. and the newspapers.

(b) giving them what they desire -- in excess -- "junk food for thought" -- and depriving them of what they really need.

(3) rewriting history and law and subjecting the public to the deviant creation, thus being able to shift their thinking from personal needs to highly fabricated outside priorities.

These preclude their interest in and discovery of the silent weapons of social automation technology.

The general rule is that there is profit in confusion; the more confusion, the more profit. Therefore, the best approach is to create problems and then offer the solutions.

DIVERSION SUMMARY

Media: Keep the adult public attention diverted away from the real social issues, and captivated by matters of no real importance.

Schools: Keep the young public ignorant of real mathematics, real economics, real law, and real history.

Entertainment: Keep the public entertainment below a sixth-grade level.

Work: Keep the public busy, busy, busy, with no time to think; back on the farm with the other animals.

"I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something that could be useful to everybody... When did I go wrong? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same."

     2 AM on the sixteenth of September, I'm leaving Zack's place, downtown Minneapolis.
     But before the drive home that American Spirit urge strikes me. And I know I'll have another somewhere out on the interstate, but this one requires the mood of a stroll through the park. That one across the street.
     I bring fire to my face, giving life to my oral-fixation, and head forward. The fall chill is settling in, so I zip up my hoodie. Two bright lights come to a halt half-way down the block, and I hear young adult voices split the nocturnal silence of urbania.
     It is an impressive sized playground in the park, I realize. This would have been the maiden voyage on a pirate ship back when Zack and I were younglings. =)  The days when we would argue over who got to have Emily Hendricks be their girlfriend for the after-school adventure. She had a mysterious flair to make me wonder what kissing was like. I explore further along under the moonlight. I happen upon an abandoned stroller. No baby inside.
     I inevitably come to rest at the swingset. My cigarette has moderately petered out. My mind is distracted momentarily by the cop car pulling into the tiny parking lot. As I continue to stare the vehicle rolls onto the path which encircles the playground, coming to a stop ten yards my advance. A spotlight turns on and focuses on me, and from the car I hear an aggressive, and articulate, verbalization.
     "Where do you belong?"
     I'm still half-baked from that bowl I smoked earlier with Zack and the first answer I computed was 'mother earth'. However, I knew this would only confuse the inarticulate piggy pig pig, and he would no doubt become fiercer towards me.
     "My house," was the best simple response that came to my mind.
     "WHERE DO YOU BELONG?"
     I bring my hand up to stop the blinding photons shooting into my retinas, and reply, "Uh, about forty minutes north of here."
     "What are you doing here?" "I'm having a cigarette. I was just leaving a friend's house." "Where's your friend live?" I step towards the car in hopes that I can actually have a civil conversation and not feel like the Nazi's found themselves a Jew. "STAY WHERE YOU ARE," the voice shouts out.
     I stop, point back behind me and say exasperatedly, "His house is just right across the street over there."
     "What are you doing here?" He repeats.
     I vocalize my vexation with a sigh, say to the chief, "I'm having a cigarette," and hold up the 100% additive-free, full bodied taste, tobacco stick. 'Maybe he just wants one,' I joke to myself.
     His voice grows more confrontational in reaction to my exasperation, "Am I bothering you??"
     I answer truthfully, "Yeah, kinda."
     This motivates him to get out of the car and state, "Well you know what, you're bothering me. Why are you giving me attitude?"
     My patience has become cracked by his hostility. In attempt to appeal to my own innocence, I blurt, "Am I doing something wrong?" already knowing full well there must be a curfew time for the park.
     "Yes you are," the cop rages, and he comes towards me. "Have you ever been under arrest?"
     Not knowing quite how to react to the escalating situation, I laugh to myself. "No," I say.
     "Come over to the front of the car," he commands. I abide. "Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs." I comply. He performs his search routine. "Have you had anything to drink tonight?"
     "Nope," I claim. "Well, water," I add.
     Officer number two gets out of the vehicle while I'm being fondled and starts searching the surrounding area where I had just been. After emptying my pockets, the first harraser walks over to his partner. A few minutes tick-tock by and my body grows tired of standing in the spread position, so I cross my legs and lean my elbows on the hood. Officer number one comes back. "I said spread your fucking legs. This isn't rest time."
     Rest time. Good one.
     I hear the rustling of plastic behind my right shoulder. Looking over, I see the guy bent over, picking up a plastic ziploc. I can't tell what is in the bag. It's small. Looks like a rolled up cotton ball or something. He sets it back down. "What did you drop there?"
     I thought they only planted evidence in the movies. 'You must be joking' I thought. "I have no idea what that is." "You dropped it." "What? I saw you just put it there right now!" "It was already there, I just picked it up." My patience is a thin fucking eggshell by now. I tell myself to shut up. The cop goes back to talk to his buddy. Both of them mosey on over to the car and get inside. My anxiety is kicking in. Fuck, great. Some part of my brain decides more adrenaline needs to be released into my bloodstream. I try to calm my nerves with some controlled breathing.
     A minute later Cop 2 steps out, grabs my arm and wrist from behind, walks me to the side of the car, opens the door. I don't move. "Get in the car." I sit down with my feet still touching grass. "Get in the fucking car," he booms.
     With all perplexity I ask, "why are you locking me in the back of your car?"
     "Don't make me fucking say it again, or I WILL force you into the car. Get. The fuck. IN."
     "Are you guys seriously this bored??" I vent as I swing my feet in.
     It is then that I begin to ascertain that I just can't reason with these assholes.

Some people starve to death over numbers and computers
Some people eat to death cuz they're nothing but consumers
Some people read the news but they never make connections
Some people lose their minds trying to separate the messages

CHILLAX

Fall back on your genetic design
Just let it unwind
Learn to feel its breath on your spine
'Cause if it happens

IT HAPPENED

I am not concerned
Watch the burn
Finally at a loss for words

People say a good student digs his teacher's grave
So tell Karl Rove that graduation is a week away
Risky play with even the simple equations
You end up with a monster that lives in your basement

But this is basic stuff
Just language that I tangled up
And thanks to crazy drugs I came to love the taste of blood
When I say humans are food its not selfish at all
You adapt or die, I'm just here to help you evolve
Maybe give the hand of God a small push in random spots
Reshaping the tree of life, breaking dead branches off

The systems, divisions, conditions, restrictions
Get 'em addicted, people start spreading the sickness
Infecting the electrical feed that God connected to me

Help my mind perfectly still with hash papers
Empty lines and verse that I built on graph paper

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if you always think what you've always thought you will always create what you've already got.
be mindFULL.
stop the regressive looping; put an end to repressive thinking.

When conversing/communicating with another person, it's impossible to truly bring them to your complete understanding of what you're saying. Because every word that you say in that conversation brings along its own unique meaning to you and you alone. For instance, when I think of this word, I also think of this, and this, and this... I had this experience when I was younger... etc... and you do this with nearly every single word you're using.
We're such primates! We can only communicate so far with the amount of words that are possible to catalogue in just one book!
Wouldn't it be great if we could bring communication to a new level, bring relation to a whole new understanding?
Can we somehow find the ability that will allow us to feed our personal concepts back and forth?
:o

"When one does not see what one does not see, one does not even see that one is blind."

-Paul Veyne, actually.
 lawl.

One school is finished.  The time has come for another to begin.