Writers are used to being in the hand of Fate. When you get your own voice for sure at last, it’s like being knighted. You never need doubt the holy voice again. Soon tho, you realize that you are really an amanuensis for Something Which Speaks. The Ego does not write. It receives, like a pagan communion, the elixir. You are alive in the runes, the 3D of your sentences as they unfurl, the sentiments into images, around you. It is the alchemy. .. .. But to trust this impulse in your own living story with its bank accounts and rain and culverts as well as the parrots’ feathers is nothing if not risky. It’s being risqué may well not make up for how risky it really is . .. .   more »

“Well,” said Profounder, “the young on Planet Paisley have watched the middle-aged and old capitulate to gigaGreed, gigaCreed, and methed theoMilitoPatriotism. Who stands up? Who hollers? Silence of the Sheep – Obedient Americans is the longest running reality show they’ve seen. Who needs the SS? Malls, mortgages, football, and petty political bickering on cable tv quell the masses just fine .. .. ...    more »

Friskily with a certain sychophance like a Golden Retriever puppy, Charlie Rose asks Mr. Photo, "You shot a portrait of our President when he was governor of Texas?" .. .. .. All the air went out of the room. The amusing flock of anecdotes all fell out of the sky like dead birds. There was a long silence, ghastly on TV. Mr. Photo's voice lost all its buttery over-&-undertones, and he said with flint, "He's a hard little man."   more »

Rosa Parks Dared. I grew up on a farm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland in the Fifties. There were the water fountains with 'Colored' & 'White.' The only place a traveling 'negro' family might rest their head along the several hundred miles on the Big Highway was down a dusty dirt road with a peeled and faded sign -- not even Dew Drop Inn, but only 'Colored.' What most folks not from those places or times cannot begin to imagine was how utterly brave 'just staying seated' was in those years. .. .. .. Also Weasel TV, improv with people off the street. .. .. What woeful oceanic inadequacy must a man feel who must have the ultimate codpiece vehicle, a Humvee? And eight of them, like Arnold? Welcome to Planet Asylum where the inmates clearly are running the whole hebang. Duck & cover .. .. .    more »

The Burning Child .. Shifting from the Military Industrial Complex ($820,000 per minute) to the Education Instructional Complex. .. ..Child, child burning bright in the forests of delight. Every child has the civil right to a superb education. We shift the $820,000 per minute over to a Manhattan Project of funding to provide an explosion of education in our nation. .. .. .. Always look back from Y3000. Imagine where we are as our better angels in Y3000. How do we get there? That’s what pogblog wants to challenge and cajole you to think about. Not why we can’t. Because we do. So how do we get to the constructive, fruitful world? .. .. ..   more »

Lucid or elan or lively waking (& lucid or elan or lively dreaming, sooth said) is all a matter of deft attention. .. .. Attention is a substance. Attention can travel amongst the intersecting spheres of densities. Monsieur Einstein fussed about his e=mc2 which holds up pretty well in K1, the semi-standard shared steady or fairly predictable and persistent solidity. But attention -- the attention point can travel jaguar-like thru the forests of the night and of de-light. A=ec8 .. .. ..    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 »

Oh but Ace, I wanted to remark on the travails and trawoes of that creep Karl. If you don’t get him, we will. We just slap the Empathy SlashVolter into his brain and turn on the rerun of his life. Aw, it’s great. He feels everything the folks he villainized felt, but just slightly slowed down so the molecular drip of the shame and agony plays its full neuronic amplitude through his sullied synapses. No compartmentalizing here. Karl cannot partition off his lousehood in the full Quark Activation of the Empathy SlashVolter. The villainized get to download all their distilled dismay into his circuits. Fair is fair. He can’t run; he can’t hide. The Truth Dawg has got a perfect nose. And nothin’ is hid from the Record. Every gasp of joy and wonder is recorded on the Akashic Vinyl, and every putrid moment. Ole Karl has to re-eat his own vomit .. .. .    more »

Some day this times-juggling will be routine, it will be overt, not covert. Still, few enough will be expert at it, have the psychic circus athleticism, the mastery, the danceryness to careen or dervish, pirouette through the portals as they randomly appear. It requires a deft concentration & an hilarity of mind, the new spherical empirical, skidding, skating, scudding, there is rhyme in time, and season, but no reason .. .. .    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 »

Here at 2:41am early Wednesday morning we don’t know what Mr. Fitz is going to do. The fate of the Pretty Planet is in unusual flux tonight under a Taurus full moon. Has hubris dented KarlBoy, the serial rapist of reputations? Going after people’s families is Karl’s lifelong ugly m.o. “Cross me and you really pay.” .. .. .. As we can’t we hear the astonishing furnaces of photosynthesis enchantingly alchemming sunlight into apples, we can't hear what plot Fat E is sending us from the future, though like the calm before the storm, we can feel that something this way comes .. .. ..    more »

In my experience of so many schools, they are afraid to have their kids' fingers in the socket of the universe. I know that kids have a right to a radiant, mischievous, surprising life and that such a life can be more or less sensible. .. .. Just like electrical engineering can be taught so you can get your house and town wired, radiance engineering can be taught so you can get your inner mansion lit. .. .. We use at best 10% of our on-board computer. Quantum Schools will shoot for 20%. Double the capacity to seamlessly handle experi-data -- the intoxication you mention as a foundational, steady state, the base rate, drunk without slurring or hangovers .. .. .    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 »

Mr. Rove is a serial Smearer. . .. . It is impossible to get the Smearodent Toothpaste back in the tube. What is John McCain to say? "No, I didn't father a black baby with a prostitute." Then just even more people hear about it and wonder. Or John Kerry and the Swift Boat ads. "No, it was dangerous as hell and I could have died and I was really brave, unlike you, you chicken hawk" . . . You can't rebut this garbage without sounding defensive or vain. The victim of these tactics is in a serious trap . . .    more »

NEW .. What is up on this day when I’m about to step on a metaphysical landmine? .. .. . . I was simply wide-awake, sober, unstoned, normal. .. .. What makes it so rocking and shocking is its ordinaryess .. .. . If you’re not always deftly intent, the major & minor magics will pass you by .. .. .    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 »

This is all pleasantly vicious gossip from the last few days. If you're too fine for that sort of thing, I'd skip this. We'll be back to being high-minded tomorrow. .. .. .. It was EMBARRASSING to see Judy Wudy Miller on Lou Dobbs -- she was being so girlie and flirty and submissive and sychophanty, I all but womitted. "Oh Lou," bat eyelashes (I didn't know real people actually did batting eyelashes -- I thought it was only Barbie in some pubescent guy's fevered imagination) bat eyelashes, "oh Lou-ie, Your littly whittly calendar counting my days in jail gave me so muchie wuchie hope!!!" -- bat eyelashes, sigh, sigh. One could all but see the hearts as 'i' dots. Groan -- took woman-kind back at least 2 centuries. I wanted to say Get a Room . .. .. ..    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 »

What part does art play in solving the quantum equations of the next human leap into a kinder destiny?   more »

"If the keepers of the keys ripped open our brains and poured in joy, tore open our hearts and poured in beauty, they’d bloody deserve the job, but when was the last time you came out of any church, mosque, synagogue, or meditation hall laughing out loud, hugging the lamppost, grinning like a fool? .. .. "Imagine if you knew you were always in church, that each of your 2,522,880,000 seconds was under the Scrutiny and within the Freedom of the Divine. (These are our words too, you know, Freedom and Divine and SuchLike.) .. .. "Imagine if you knew that you could dare put your finger in the socket of the vivid universe. Indeed that you dare not not dare. .. .. "If you do not violently love the sky, you must be all but dead. Blue, all that blue, deeper than the blue sea. They should teach you radiance, how to find it, how to feel it, each of your two-and-one-half billion unrepeatable seconds" .. .. ..    more »

Blake exhorts us to know that ‘A skylark wounded in the wing, A Cherubim does cease to sing.’ And we hurl shock and awe by the explosive tons at the collateral children of Iraq? In Auguries of Innocence, Blake also says ‘Nought can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plow To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.’ .. .. . We are deformed by this war. It is too late in history to be mutilating children to haruumph that we are strong. If it weren’t so dangerous and stupid, we could howl derisively at the absurdity. No, George, no, we are making more terrorists and proving to them how very effective their suicide cheap-car driver is compared to our suicide expensive-tank driver. Ours noble, theirs craven? No, both insane. But conned and brainwashed by adults who never send their own children or, gods forfend, find the cause noble enough to go themselves .. .. .    more »

The Nobel Physics Prize people are sweet, but antique in their visions and versions. One of the recipients of the Nobel Prize for ultraviolet laser short-pulse-light study , Dr.Theodor Hänsch of Max Planck Institute of Quantum Optics in Garching, Germany and a professor at the Ludwig Maximilians University in Munich, says, “Eventually, we may be able to enjoy 3-D holographic movies.”

Eventually, like last night?

Oh, oh, oh, these pesky physics prof lads are so behind zee times, golly. Our brains do the 3D holographic movies we call dreams every night, physics doods .. .. ..   more »

Your holoscope is a map for you of this transitional, alchemic time .. .. .

Tell me your reason for wanting a holoscope – general curiosity; tonic; cosmic peptalk; relationship woes or growth; job/life direction; electroshock to a stagnant system; exploration of quantum & holospheric future; wild psychic adventure; all of the above; who knows; other/. .. .. ..    more »

I have been lucky enough to have lived an astonishing life. I?ve been a teacher for much of it. I would like to offer intensive & extensive tutoring in how to be on fire and stay sane .. .. .This is about alchemy of mind, about the integration of lucid waking & lucid dreaming. You will learn to write. You will find your own voice. Whatever your art is now, you will strip away the veils. If you haven?t found your arts yet, you will .. .. .   more »

Fegg. F[aberge]egg. Fegg. Simple, splendid, extravagant, delicious, reverent, jeweled. Fegg. It is seeing and tasting that richness in the little world that is fegg. One of the Earth Decorator's most fegg is, of course, the hummingbird, an outrageous jeweled miniature envied on all planets of all stars. "Ah, Madame Deco," an offworld Designer would sigh, hardly concealing stark envy, "How did you do it!?" Planet Designers are a good lot on the whole in spite of their universally being riddled with admiration twinned with envy. It's just that when you see something unbearably well done -- the concept, the craft, the flash, the diligence, it haunts the heart with gratitude that it has been done--and envy that you didn't think of it first. Gratitude and applause minutely outweigh envy .. .. .    more »

Using sharp focus at all depths of the image as our eyes do and a camera can't, Bechtle finally gets his homage, skin and auto-metal-skin reflections become eerily present; he handles the alchemic illusion with mastery, not overreaching, not distorting, -- displaying like a slave who's seen glory – touched glory even – displaying the preferred façade (flesh, chintz, aluminum, stucco, garish cheap plastic back-yard chairs, asphalt) of the Goddess. "Yes, yes, Beloved who Breathes Us, whose luscious air dances in our baffled blood, I was your perfect servant this afternoon. I wash my paintbrushes tenderly and will stretch a new canvas tomorrow. I noticed with astonishment. I noticed with devotion." .. .. ..    more »

In my experience, K1 science is dog-like ? predictable, obedient. You can put a leash on it. Photonic matter or e=mc∞ or photonic mattergy is like a cat ? it purrs, it likes to be stroked, but obedient? Repeatable? ?HaHa! Nada, nunca. Never. There are patterns and fields one can discern and mention ? but the sensitivity and malleability and shapeshiftiness of the photonic mattergy, the holopaint,? makes and creates so sleekly and rapidly and rampantly that you can?t bottle it. ... You can, however, teach people to keep some of their wits about them while exploring and studying it. First, we?d have, in the West, to learn to honor play as much as work. Of things useless or criminally-insane-equivalent in PhotonicVille is the Protestant Work Ethic. We?d also have to recognize the flak of a huge and often appallingly puerile, sometimes enticing amount of raunch . .. .. .    more »

All the ocean. Every wave on every beach. The tumult. The surge. The purr of the lace flung up the tawny sand. The glisten. Listen. Attend. .. .. .. I am the Lordess. I do this and I do not cease. And I do this on every third planet of a billion billion suns. My name is Complexify. When you doubt, put your finger on my pulse and admire. I do do rather a lot to inspire. Every second that you forget, I remember .. .. .   more »

Great education is like putting a permanent IV in your arm renewing you with a plasma of fascination, with an ignited enthusiasm. Great education doesn’t teach you anything except how to learn, an earnest deftness of mind and heart which you can apply to the electric present. It’s splendid and lucky to be confidently curious all the time. .. .. .. This pro-peace plan needs the vision for construction and collaboration that the Manhattan Project brought to destruction and competition .. .. .    more »