An Ancient DreamWays WorkShop with the wonderful Robert Moss, dream shaman. .. .. .. As the worlds get closer and the veils thin, fusion emissaries and translators will need to be trained –rather like fusion cooks – people who can use ingredients from different cultures. How to introduce ourselves to ourselves? The challenge isn’t the variety of photonic physikses, the multiplicity of physikses, but the variety of photonic ethics. Not the envelope-pushing unfamiliarity of pork sushi, not the vertigoes on the way to happy levitating and ebullient flight, but your beloved’s other cosmic mistresses and the different meanings of murder and of war, & so4th    more »

Satan & Satana surveyed the special circle of Hell reserved for Christians. Yes, all of them, every last one. The blatant hypocrites fell down the Gone to Hell Chute, but the ones who didn’t shriek out against the insidiously vicious hypocrisies became Hell Dwellers as well. .. .. Satana sighed. “All religions enslave and enslaver the mind, the heart,” she said as she nuzzled Satan’s red, leathery ear, “but seeing as we get the refuse from all over the Dimension, I’m still agogagog at how poisonous the faux-holy Christians became after they made their cursed pact with Power." .. ..   more »

So, our thoughts, fantasies, & all other perceptions including memories and memories of memories & so4th careen around the multiverse invisible to most folks in our k1 persistent kinesthetic dimension. These exotic existants ‘weigh’ lots less than any feather, but there are so many of them, they add up. Cf that one grain of sand ain’t much (except to me 'n Blake), but a lot of these nano-boulders is a beach – stuff adds up. .. .. I had never thought of being yet meaner to BushCo Ilk. I have been an Irony Extremist, but not simply meaner. As we can grok above, there’s plenty of Room if I want to add that reality. Maybe I can do a High Noon showdown with our Executive Pipsqueak? Or put him through the Fargo leaf chopper & feed the mince of him to the poor dying frogs – amphibian instant kyoto karma? .. ..   more »

“In the most simplistic terms, what is 'good' in our Earth density of experience is not the same as 'what is good' in our less-dense ethereal realms of experience. Thus, 'evil' ain’t always bad. Most true evil comes from confusing the layers of consequence between dimensions of experience. .. .. We cannot bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. .. ..    more »

When we grok our ultra-infra existence as well as our earth-G density, with our enhanced sensibilities, we will recoil from war-killing (our new & rationalized version of human sacrifice -- we just do it better) as if our own weapon boomeranged and shot, exploded, napalmed, phosphoroused, slashed, stabbed, slaughtered, mutilated our very own flesh and splintering bones. We will recoil and we will refrain. We will shrink back from bloodthirst. .. ..   more »

"Spirit, mind, heart -- this is the trinity that people seek to comprehend, to tend, to organize. Then their life will be sweet, will be serene, will be complete. .. .. " Why is this not so?" Because of what no one can bear to attend to. Because of what seems �beneath us� as civilized persons. .. .. "Viscera. We ignore or disdain viscera to our implacable, even ferocious danger .. ..    more »

In addition to being inherently cold, Karl Rove shared dna with a long bleak line of cold creatures which were anti-empaths. They invented the rack and burning people alive. They rose in the Dark Ages in the Inquisition, justified their atrocities in the Name of God and of protecting the world from sin and sinners. That strain of cunning and sickness went recessive in the dna until it exploded back on the scene in about 1950 in a batch of killers born on Earth in those years. Karl Rove�s birthday was 12/25/50 � an anti-christ indeed � in deed .. .. .    more »

The gigantic & glorious & terrifying planetary changes of the next six years or so will be a lot more, well, fun for you if you both frantically and serenely gobble down the glamorous and nifty tricks, slick & delicate & brazen, of interweaving lucid waking & lucid dreaming, amigo, amiga. .. .. In the juggling integration of lucid waking & lucid dreaming, the leitmotif epistemological or practical trick is being deftly intent. The following tidbits give you a gist of what deft grokkedly means .. .. .    more »

I wonder what will become of Karl, Dick the Dick, and their Slithery Ilk who indenture our countrymen to poverty and sign the order for weapons as if their pens didn�t write blood. How do they not hear the screams of the mutilated collateral damage at night?.. .. ..    more »

"We have spent a lifetime perfecting our pernicious habits. If we could apply a modicum of that zeal and cunning to crafting positive addictions, we�d thrive, we�d soar, we�d gambol. .. .. .. Go on. Swallow radiance, guzzle radiance, snort radiance, shoot up radiance. Air should sear your soul; that you can breathe, that your eyes blink should shock you with glory and raw joy. Once pagan reverence has gotcha, once reverence is your modus operandi, once you�re hooked, you can just get on with living your life in a lively, passionate, sensible way. .. .. Once you get the balance point, you cannot unride the bicycle. Once you get the balance point, you cannot unswim. Once the black squiggles coalesce, crystallize, you cannot unread . .. .. .   more »

Fundamentalist Christianity is an anti-jesusian, virulent sidebar. The real 8000 lb gorilla in America is the Church of Militarism. To speak out against it is a burn-at-the-stake heresy-equivalent. They do you with the gatling gun and finish you off with a flamethrower.. Dare to suggest that 99% of military spending is a colossal waste of money and in come the bunker-busting bombs, soon to be nuclear for cruds sake .. ..?    more »

If we see consciousness vertically, a ladder to be climbed, we are falsely forced to see ourselves on the lower rungs staring up at the compassionate rump of the priest, guru, monk, shaman who precedes us to the heights. .. ..If, on the other hand, we rotate the axis of consciousness to be sideways, we can more correctly and coherently see the spectrum of our consciousness as including all the densities with no greater value implied. Just as in light, ultraviolet is not better than infrared, our less-dense experience is not better that our solid experience, only different .. .. .    more »

. . . in which we discover that our own dear earthbound realm is so high and glorious that non-carnates, responsible and derelict alike, shove and claw to get a ticket on this most intriguing of galactic roller coaster rides, Planet Earth. .. .. Don�t get me wrong -- I�m grateful for my non-carnate and semi-carnate experiences. Learning to fly, walking on water, floating through the ceiling. Giddy stuff. But I will not have us be a colony of heaven. We are the experts on relatively sequential time, on solid experience, on being able to actually eat a whole chocolate chip cookie, to drive where we�re going and not end up somewhere else. .. .. Our beloved realm is a masterpiece of reality engineering -- there is no higher place to be. Different, just different. I sometimes think that if I could get that single point across, I could be at peace. Of course that single point would change the world .. .. .    more »

Note: This deceptively simple fable is what I paid my life, my fortune, and my sacred honor for. Learning the answer to the question of Whether we can have a just world ? not whether we will have a just world -- is one of the big questions of history, & I could only answer it with my sinew and blood .. ..   more »

Grok this fable and your life is changed. .. .. .. We cannot bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. By staying primly and sentimentally blind to our multi-dimensional experience, we avoid the complicated responsibility for our whole behavior .. .. ..   more »

Hector, Psychic Assassin, my friend. For those who grok it, this is my quintessential statement for why I have resolved to devote my life to the Abolition of War -- because the psychic assassin become Healer, Hector, taught me why pacifism is the only choice. .. . . .. Read this as slowly as you can read and you will funes what a life is worth that you cannot take it. . .. . "Prince or peasant, all men die the same when they are butchered. It was not lovely or interesting. To kill as I did later, by stealth, by seduction, when I saw the breadth of a life, then I knew what I did. It was like walking through a pyramid-shaped tunnel, a pyramid on its side. Starting at the wide end, you saw the vast spiraling mosaic of their complex life, until you came to the narrow end where face to face at the top of the spine, you looked into the unblinking eyes of the life Snake. In the reptilian brain, their first and last light lay. It�s the place where consciousness is ignited. And quenched. The sixth king, Orez, I did not kill. I saved him instead. He knew I could have killed him, and when I did not, each picture, poem, song, from the least crumb of his all but lost life became precious, delirious to him. The great cruel king wept. I became a healer in that hour. Orez became a kind ruler, seeking to treasure his subjects� days as his own .. .. .    more »

I realized that when I visited you in the summer of 2005, you had some serial murderer, repulsive & loathsome, who had murdered a dozen people. There was huffing and puffing and clucking, �Monster. Remorseless. On & On.� In the exact same days, your remorseless Murderer-in-Chief who had by proxy killed or maimed 100,000 non-combatants was swaggering around being protected by strong and handsome young viriles who had at hand a special Device where MaimerDood could cause the destruction of millions in one very fell swoop. There was no recoil. No shame. No projectile vomiting of disbelief. It was all considered not only normal, but very fine. Sketches of official portraits were being prepared and a new official chef to fed the Maimer and its family was just hired . .. .    more »

Once we outwitted the Inevitability of Slavery, War is now the Inevitable Social Condition, the sine qua non of immutable human nature. . . . Pish tush. Balderdash. Piffle. (That�s a hat-trick of disdain.) If we set our minds to the Abolition of War as a grail goal, and we make every decision in its light, we will outwit the slouched Beast and spend out Lives, Fortunes, and Sacred Honor on the Pursuit of Happiness through Art and other Ingenuities . . . .    more »

That you bastards could call dead, mutilated children collateral damage is a scarlet fact so disgusting, so repugnant to the human of heart that I have crossed into an incandescence of rage. . . . I will not accept a world in which the hissing and falsely pious utter the phrase collateral damage. To whom collateral?. . . I could, in concept, possibly bear it if you fell blubbering to your knees keening screaming, tearing your over-starched white shirts from your chests in grief. But this mealy-mouthed measured crap. It is cursed .. . .    more »

This is so politically black a confection that it is obsidian. Unless you can take your Absolut TheoFascist AntiHypocrisy with a chaser of battery acid, best skip this. If you're Irony Deficient tho, it'll perk up your irony-poor blood. It ain't for the faint of heart. Jane The Messiah, the 3nd Coming, does an intensive interview for Carpe Comedy, an holozine. �Well,� said Jane The Messiah, �ever since they so screwed up the reporting on the 1st Coming & the utterly overlooked 2nd Coming, we are never ever doing Coming gigs without holovideo. You gotta actually see my lips move so you can�t lie about what I said. The Nazarene was an OK guy, but without the holovideo, he got seriously tabloided throughout a gore-fest of history that he never had in mind, or in heart.That whole eat-my-flesh, drink-my-blood thing was an inside joke to get some guffaws around the supper table! Only crazy people would, like, do it ..."   more »

I didn�t have any of the reigning festering hates of my time. But there was one determined secret grudge I held: I could not forgive �the good Germans� for not standing up and speaking out against the rising murderous fascist tide, especially before the tide of blood got too deep for many to withstand. Why, I would inquire of myself in anguished inner inquiry, Why did they not stand up, not speak out? . . . . A few years ago, my breath was sucked out of my lungs in a karmic coincidence, my poor head caught between two giant invisible cymbals -- lo, symbols � a silent percussive concussion, one cymbal from my uncompassionate past judgments and the other my own very self standing there on the street in GeorgeKarlCondiRumsDickica, a good American. Now I knew how it happened to the good Germans . . .    more »

Even if you're a Political RedMeatist & BlueStater, which pogblog clearly also is, trust me enough to try this post. It's giga-politics, as it were. And it underlies why things are so deeply disturbed in this Trying Transitional Time. This may be one of pogblog's most important philoso-political Fables. Please let yourself slow down to read it. It's not long. (If you read it with your mouth as if outloud, that'll be the right speed.) Until we grok or get this meta-information -- and teach it -- we will not be a sane species. . . . In which Dan Gero, a philosopher journalist for the South Mars Gazette, explains that the kind of behavior suitable and amusing in a disembodied or ethereal condition can be grotesque in the solid terrestrial state. . . . Presently Terran Incarnates have no inherent rights under Galactic Law. Only recently have Incarnates developed sufficient consciousness to be considered galactics rather than merely humans, the galactic slang for clever pets. The raging Question that divides the Galactic Council is where the line is drawn for full sentience privileges . . .    more »

Where the Rub is � the Unholy Alliance between Golden Calf-ism, that Obscene Creed of GigaGreed, and the Wicked Uber-Patriotic Violence is the Anti-Christ or the Anti-Christ-Equivalent. Like brave, baffled Bill McKibben (Harpers Aug 05) and Bill Moyers, moderate Christians must speak out against these fundamentalist and extremist quintessential perversions of their potentially sweet and modest faith . . . The imagination quails � shrinks back, shudders � at the violence of the delusion, the wickedness, the nastiness, the awful arrogance of our present Golden-Calf-ridden Nation. Christ would certainly be turning over in his grave if he were still there. . . . The radical vision of Jesus was to be tender � that we tend our fellows, tend our earth, our earth is our hearth. Like opening the 3rd eye, Jesus blew open the sealed doors to the heart and left us naked and gentle in the face of each other, each brother, all kin, all kind. Daring to be tender, the power in powerlessness was the gift Jesus gave, the unconditional surrender to being tender. How few jesusians there have ever been through these centuries. The satanic bargain with worldly power slammed shut those gates to the heart. Kindness became slogans not acts . . .    more »

No, this one ain't political red meat. It's about the next quantum in perception - the quantumly erotic joys of holographically shared thought. . . Or what we're fighting all these political battles for. . . .Give it a shot. It'll change your life. Imagine between the two of you a translucent globe in which your conversation emerges like a play, a terrain, shifting and embellishing as each of you speaks. It is not you nor them; it is the Third Thing . . . The Third Thing floated between them like a continent seen by a hawk. The Third Thing, an aleph, was detailed as you dove in closer like the hawk for a fish . . .    more »

If I have to live next door to someone willing to call child-mutilating 'collateral damage,' I want to know. If you in your hometown take a grenade and throw it at a child or mow them down with an M16UziAK47, you go to jail, get battered with outrage and shunning, get wired up in the fry chair and e-lek-tro-cuted. If the mutilated child is exactly the same End, but your Means is a noble son dropping a bomb from 10,000 ft or mowin� �em down with the M16UziAK47, you get parades, holidays, and sousa music? You do go to Karmic Jail, and it�s a profound security prison, let me tell you, and that is a faint solace for us. If you had to touch them as they died; if you had to push their wheel chair; if you had to look over their shoulder into the same mirror as them as they have to see every day that they�ll never be pretty again; if you had to sit with them as they watch unmutilated kids play basketball or soccer. The jury that judges you is dead children, is mutilated children, pilgrim . . .   more »

What's happened in a peapod is that to the GigaGreed Corporations, those grim reapers of the harvest of our labor, to Them, we are cogs. They screw us under the fog of socially-correct, slippery platitudes; tranquilize us with cars; sports; war; malls. But we are really interchangeable; we are cogs in the profit machine. They pretend that we matter, like the Leaders pretend that the soldiers they send to slaughter matter . . .    more »

In order to weaponize space, the real goal of the otherwise Fantasy Missile Nonsense project, huge funds are needed, which the fat, happy budget surplus left by Clinton and a prosperous citizenry will never provide and permit. An actual neocon document of 1999-ish requires a �new Pearl Harbor,� a Pearl-Harbor-equivalent to mobilize the citizenry to allow the Gigantic Sucking of funds and the bestowing of Emperorhood upon the Presidency, granting the Appointed and Anointed by God clearances to do whatever they deem necessary (from war to body-cavity searches) sans consultation except with said God . . .    more »