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Calea Zacatechichi – Dream Herb

I think my experience with 1111 has something to do with an answer to the question, what is reality? Here is something I wrote a couple of months ago, about something I experienced in 2008.

“Everything begins at the thought level. So, humans, for whatever reason, have developed a habitual thought stream that they allow to run wild. And I think we have the conscious choice to take hold of the reigns and steer that energy to a focused place. So, how to balance thinking with presence? I think at this point, it’s good to start by redirecting my thoughts so long as I am aware. And never let thoughts of what I don’t want to run their course, or “what if” scenarios. Like my calea dream, all background thought-noise is manipulating the form that makes up reality, even through time and space. That is something I could write about. I’ve thought about it. I’ve really thought about making an illustrative video of that, or writing a little bit about it. “Thought planes in the realm of time and space” or something. Ha ha. Think of what could be learned from that. The fact that the geometric planes were being manipulated through the space, also compared as time distance… these forms were already “set”, yet they were still being touched in the slightest by my inner conversation.  So, moving through space here was in fact exploring form in time, those further away from the center point (now) were manipulated at a lesser degree, yet still manipulated. I could explore the space with my consciousness. I was the observer of my thoughts and the forms. It was a lot moving into view, a lot of planes moved in and out of view that were highly manipulated by my thinking. A plane could bubble out into a deformed geometric shape or change completely by whatever I was thinking about. It was all moving, in and out of view. It was my consciousness in the present that could perform the highest degree of manipulation. The other forms continued with their initial “deforming”, to float in this time/space realm. And they continued to change to the degree at which they were placed in time. That’s how, I assume, the past could be manipulated with intention in that book I read, the intention experiment.  So whatever I think now, is going to change the shape of my past, or perceived past. That’s crazy to me. Yet, there is a drag on it, so there will be a sense of memory or “past” until our present completely washes clean whatever that memory was of past. It will slowly  pass, and then the construct of reality will be altered in a way where the more predominating thought impressed upon the forms throughout time/space will prevail.”

Whether a symbol, or something real, it can be acknowledged that all action and emotion are directly related to the core of what we are thinking, unconsciously, or consciously, and/or the energy we carry from moment to moment. Perception is altered by our thought, and therefore information that our brains receive will change as our energy and thinking changes. Thought is energy, matter is energy at a slower vibration than thought… It’s all energy. It will attract the like, like placing your attention on finding a number, or looking for synchronicities in general.

Conversations About Hell

It may surprise you or not that modern churches are still hinging their ideology on the concept that Hell really exists. There are less and less details provided as to what Hell is, (especially in mega-churches that try to appeal to western pop-culture with rock praise bands, fog machines, and front-flipping preachers) but it’s still pretty well-understood that Hell is a place where souls are cast into by an omniscient celestial authority (A.K.A. God) for eternal torture (burning forever) if they do not abide by God’s rule(s). It is a concept that is widespread like a disease, helping produce an overwhelming number of Christians by use of fear and guilt rather than spiritual enrichment.

A bunch of Churches devote one sermon per month to the importance of “tithing,” donating 10% of your earnings to “God,” or rather, to the accounting office of the church. These days, such donations will be used to buy new flat-screens, projection systems, or PA systems to make their church more appealing to the community and improve join-rates. The direct and implied urgings to keep God happy lest ye be cast away from His love is significant, while God is simultaneously presented as an unconditionally loving paternal-like figure.

The impossibility of combining these two preached characteristics of a divine authority is obvious, especially considering at a more basic level that God has a preference to things or people and their behaviors. Essentially, the idea presents that God has an ego, and God is so humanized to the point where “He” is as insane and as moody as a step-dad who once pretended to like you just to get with your divorced Mom. God is so paternalized in Church, intentionally or not, that all dad-issues a person may have risks manifesting the shadow concept of what your dad was like towards you, combined with what you wish he was like, and things you actually did like about your dad.

Art, psychology, and history is mostly dismissed within the church so long as it isn’t actively supporting the ideology of the group, or is often a creative regurgitation (rock music praise bands, pastor jokes and emotional anecdotes), used to bring outsiders into the church. The last church experience I had was visiting a local aspiring mega-church during a Christmas Eve service where the praise band played metal versions of Christmas Carols and then blatantly ripped off that Coldplay single from Viva La Vida and changed the words to be more worship-oriented.

Towards the end of my trying to make church work for me, all the questions started with the concept of Hell and how it didn’t make any sense to me that 99.9% of the population were soon to be banished to eternal torment. Our existence on Earth would only be a blink in the scope of universal existence, a test that existed only to see which humans were fit to please God (egotistically) for all eternity. Eventually I began to fall in love with books and ideas that expanded and enhanced my curiosity towards life and the nature of humans, and slowly the division between “me” (Christian) and “them” (non-Christian) began to fade, and meaningful relationships could finally form outside of a church circle.

I went to church for almost 2 more years after I mentally checked out because of appreciation for my roots and family upbringing. Eventually “teachings” and vibes became unbearable, solidifying one day when a “guest pastor” showed up with a leather jacket, hipster glasses, and perfectly pruned faux-hawk and proceeded to bash the Dalai Lama for receiving the congressional medal of honor.

“They gave the Dalai Lama the Congressional Medal of Honor… They gave some little guy in an orange suit the congressional medal of honor…”

A comparison-mentality is inevitable when believing in the concept of Hell, “I’m saved, they’re not.” It’s not unusual that Christians think they’re “more Christian” than others, also. All the problems with black-and-white ideologies seem so simple to explore and see, but when you look at the masses, there are A TON of people who still commit to the Hell idea. The simple reason is fear. If you believe you will be severed completely from your “Father’s” love by thinking a certain thought, there is no way you can even allow a new conflicting thought or insight come into/out of your head. Any idea that causes division among humans is not based on love, and can’t possibly be linked with an ideology of genuine unconditional love, a claim made by sermon-makers all the time. Where there’s division, there is violence, and where there’s violence on a mass scale, there’s war, and where there is a belief in Hell, there is a conceptual God of a psychotic and egotistical, paternal nature. When a mass population believes in all of it, there are many who don’t mind supporting a president who declares war for a stupid reason so long as he prays about it first.

Hell is a touchy subject. It’s hardly mentioned in church anymore because it’s an incredibly retarded idea and a lot of people squeeze off insight to protect the concept. There are still a bunch of people who don’t want to touch the funny feelings they have about Hell, and why everyone can be so cool with the fact that 99.9% are going there is still mind blowing. “Hell” is a translation from the Greek word “Gehenna”, an actual place where trash and dead bodies were burned in Jerusalem, used as a metaphor by the Biblical Jesus himself, not really a flaming void at the bottom of the universe where demons and the damned remain forever.

It doesn’t take much digging to discover this. So why, after centuries, is Hell still taught to young minds as real and existing with only one way to escape it? What else are “authority figures” teaching to all age groups that could possibly be complete bunky bullshit, claiming that it is ordained by the Ultimate?

Fear is something you don’t want as a mental structure in your psyche. Fear makes you hand over money to people who don’t really care about you. It’s used by advertising and marketing companies all the time. Fear makes it easy for other people to control you and your decisions. Fear makes you vote for people you wouldn’t vote for otherwise. Fear is exploited by institutions like school and government all the time. To commit to an idea that creates and perpetuates fear in you is insane. We are living on Earth, a round rock that is constantly threatening planetary upheaval while flying through space amongst solar winds and asteroids, surrounded by billions of galaxies. We’re tied into a banking system and economy that adds and subtracts imagined value, digits from a computer screen. There is no ultimate security in life. There is no ultimate safety. Lust for comfort suffocates the soul. It’s all illusory and chasing it in fear will eat and cripple you from the inside. Fear can’t exist in contentment. Neither can contentment or creativity exist in the constant grasping for security, whether from God, preachers, teachers, jobs, parents, kids, or even your country.

“Those who desire to give up freedom in order to gain security will not have, nor do they deserve, either one.” -Ben Franklin

Liberation was the name of the game for the guys who started this country, not so much for the guys running it today. Unlike you’ll hear today at school, church, or on the news, the “Founding Fathers” didn’t believe in the fear-based concepts that churches teach today or even back then. If anything, there is enough hell to deal with here on Earth and the possibility remains that there are higher energetic spectrums and dimensions that may exist simultaneously outside of our everyday sensory range… hopefully dimensions that are free of such thick division and worry of damnation, and also worries about how bleached your faux-hawk tips are, or whether your low-cut church blouse and skirt will garner glances of bored husbands.

One more word of wisdom from Ben:

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”

Isolation Tanks, and Joe Rogan: The Bro of Truth.

Thanks to first impressions of him on The Man Show and Fear Factor, I had my prejudgments of Joe Rogan until half-way through his stand-up comedy DVD that my friend Anthony showed me one night while drinking White Russians at his parents’ house. That was some time in 2008. After Joe Rogan’s routine made the transition from dick-jokes-and-boning over to the general stupidity of humans, dependence on technology, and how it relates to egyptian pyramids, I was into it.

Later, I watched a ton of youtube videos with him, and followed his blog for a while. I once blogged about his youtube rant on isolation tanks, which eventually convinced me to drive up to Santa Fe to try it a couple of times.

An isolation tank is a huge enclosed tub of water, heated to the external skin temperature (somewhere around 91 degrees) filled with 800 pounds of epsom salt to keep your body buoyant. Your ears are submerged. You’re nearly deprived of all senses (also called a sensory deprivation tank), allowing nothing external to distract you from your own mind. The deeper you relax and sink into the experience, the more significant it can be. The first time I did it, I had an image of myself free of gravity, floating vertically through outer space.  I didn’t quite float through the geometric patterns Joe talks about, though. During the tank experience, the imagination volume knob is turned up, song melodies, internal conversations, dream-like visuals — all intensified.

Supposedly, one hour in the tank can equate to the benefits of having 4 hours of sleep. I don’t know how somebody came up with this, but I felt like a completely revived human coming out of it, with much more internal clarity and sharper senses than before. For a while I was looking for a way to own one, or even make my own. If I had a basement and a tank, I’m pretty sure I would take time to do it everyday.

Anyway, I read this post on Joe Rogan’s blog today, and I thought it was pretty cool.

Looking For Synchronicities and 11:11

Today I looked at the clock at 11:11am, 11:11pm, and went to bed at 1:11am.

I didn’t really try, it just happened. Of course the subconscious picks up more than what our eyes directly focus on. So if a person decides “I’ma see red all kinds today,” your eyes will most likely dart towards every red object in every room you’re in.

Devil’s advocate is kinda lame though. It keeps everything stiff. I did have a couple of synchronistic experiences today. Julia texted me that a certain song was stuck in her head right as I was showing a video to somebody with the same song in it. And then Dustin told me at practice tonight that he wanted to have a “Kubric-con” movie marathon while days ago I was considering buying Stanley Kubric’s entire movie collection from Amazon soon.

Eyes wide open, doods!

11 days to 11/11/11 at 11:11 o’clock…

Earlier in the year…


11:11 is written about enough on here, but I figure all things will come to a head with me and my fun ol’ superstition that seems to be spreading to many other human beings!

I’ve had a lot of mini-synchronicities happening lately. For example, today moments after thinking about where my nalgene water bottle was, I saw a girl crossing the street in front of me with the same one in hand. Julia texted me at 11:11 to say that it was 11:11.

Not too significant you say?

I hope the next few days with all of my attention on 11:11 and looking for it, I will have some cool things to report.

After all, Bank of America seems to like this number a lot. Maybe 11/11/11 will be the day that the flimsy US banking system will collapse! Fun.

All superstitions aside, this is my life the past few months.

I created a mosaic video for my Grandma as a closer to a 30-minute 8mm film history video of her kids wishing her a happy 60th. She and Jack would have hit 60 years this month. (I will link the video after the family sees it)

I got a new job at an Audio Visual place. I mostly work at hotels, set up projector screens, PA systems, mics, and tape a lot of cable down so nobody trips.

I went to the ranch to zip line some more. Dusty and Ben were there, friends from 2005-2006. Here’s Josh in Dusty’s green man costume:

I was Brother James for Halloween. Julia, Sister Temple.

Boxcar Strainsun On 301 Studios Label

Will Philips got a promo with a label and digital distro for his Boxcar Strainsun album. Click Here to check it!!

Also, got a cool shoutout for the video we made over a year ago…

Fish? Or Bombs?

I haven’t touched acrylics for almost ten years, so I thought I’d do a basic painting for my new apartment to get some stuff on the walls, and also to just to paint again.

I totally bit this image from an old issue of Esopus magazine, and decided to paint my own version of it as fast as I could. It wasn’t very fast, but at least I can consistently slap down a falling-from-sky fish outline from now on.

Sketch

I’ve been wanting to create more art for my new place. A good portion of my day was spent sketching with pen/pencil. I’m not totally excited to publicly post sketches, mainly unfinished work or exercises, but my younger bro wanted to know today why there was no art on my blog, ever.

Symmetry of the human face can be a total betch, I corrected it a little after taking this shot, but maybe that’s just self-consciousness leaking through the cracks.

Not my original work, but from a painting book.

Maybe more polished work to come…

Playing with 15 second exposure and a light

Apparently iPhones have a flashlight function on them, so instead of hanging and drinking by the camp fire or going down the zipline in the pitch-black darkness, Dan Elmhorst and I got together with his phone and made some light drawings using my camera’s 15 second exposure.

In this photo, I tried to trace myself and end it with a giant halo around my head.

Video – Zip Line Run

I finally made it to Josh’s ranch to go down the Zip Line that he and Kevin built together. It is close to 1200 feet long.

This is video of my second time going down, first time going head-first, superman-style.

I’m not sure how fast I went, but Josh has used GPS to clock speeds of almost 49 mph!