Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts

Sunday, January 23, 2005

First the good and then the bad.

I had an amazing 36 hours in Orlando with some wizard friends. We spent all day lying in the sun, using the wizards tools and processing. I had a chance to see many old friends from all over the world and give big bear hugs and cop the feel of all those wizards gathered in one place together. it was perfect.

observations:
The tools are getting easier and easier to use. AND I am noticing that they are feeling somehow more impactful (this word does not exist but I just added it to my dictionary because it should), even though they are getting easier to use. Becoming effortless. More: this new year’s annual psychic reading [this time with the infamous Echo Bodine] was very subtle, but very powerful. It has had a very strong effect on me. have been feeling like a butterfly lately. As if I have wings. More: spoke today over lunch how easy wizards and Avatar techniques are in general now that it has been ten years or so that we have been practicing the art/craft of it. whereas when we were younger Avatars first starting out and we processed it was always pretty dramatic and traumatic and scary sometimes, never knew what was lurking underneath, in our subconscious or however you want to term that. always a little scared of what we may discover about who we were or what we were all about or about past transgressions we had committed or whatever. But now after so many years most of that stuff has been cleared up so now its just really light and easy and there is no fear. Just fun to explore who we are with others... more: there is nothing more cleansing and clearing that I have found than these simple yet sublime tools that are all wrapped up in the Avatar materials. It is an amazing body of knowledge and set of techniques. Powerful stuff.

O.k. onto the bad. The course this year is being held at a place called the Coronado springs resort in Disney world. a totally man-made fake plastic place. how bad is it? well lets just say it must be over a thousand acres of just totally man made fake stuff. manmade lakes trees perfect landscaping pictures of Mickey mouse everywhere. absolutely dreadful. They serve cappuccino in plastic cups. They serve orange juice in paper soda cups that have a picture of Disney world on one side and the coca cola logo on the other. This is hell on earth.

Walt Disney world is the supreme example of the fake plastic America that is so hideous to foreigners when they think of this great country. More than any other cheesy fake American corporation in the world today and God knows we have plenty of them, more than coca cola, more than McDonalds, more than Budweiser, Disney is the red horned devil of American corporate greed, idiocy, and fakeness. In every way they promote a sincere lack of concern for quality and authenticity.

The window that doesn’t open. seriously the windows in the room do not open here. the lady at the front desk who says ‘no we don't have that’ about a DVD player to loan you. over a thousand acres of property and she wouldn’t even make a few calls to get us a DVD player to let us rent because “I'm sorry sir, we don't have that.” The mini bar that is empty so you are forced to use their cheesy fake Disney world convenience store with over priced everything. the telephone that charges you for one phone call “AT&T operator assisted DAY rates PLUS 55% surcharge per minute...” The coffee in the room with only one sugar and one fake non-dairy creamer for a whole pot. the room service that stops at 11 o'clock at night so you cannot get any food past eleven because you are miles from any other store. It goes on and on. They have no problem being nice, the staff here... all very nice ‘employees.’ But their hands are completely tied by all these corporate rules that strictly limit their service to drop dead awful beyond comparison to anything in the real world.

They have this food court type restaurant here has all these little kiosks that sell food supposedly from different countries, just like their hideous artificial worlds in epcot center. and the food is all the same. Its like eating at a food court in the local mall. just really crappy soggy artificial non-life-sustaining garbage dressed up and pawned off as real food. And its all super Disney-expensive. From one day of eating this crap I have a stomach ache and diarrhea. I feel like scooping out my diarrhea from the toilet and throwing it on the floor of the hotel room with a little note on it that reads “this is how your food makes me feel. Really enjoyed it. thanks.”

The line at the food court. Asking for a vegetable. The guy behind the counter tells me that there are no vegetables... “I am not a sheep” I scream. “Get me out of this fucking line with all these sheep and get me a goddamned vegetable!”

Sunday, July 13, 2003


Today slept late. went to a café and had two cappuccinos and an omelet. I found eggs. I was so happy. And on a Sunday so it couldn’t have been better. The radio here in Italy is awesome!!!!! They play everything—it is “full spectrum radio” this never took off in the states, but it is great. You hear rock, pop, R&B, rap, and dance, all on one station. In one hour, you will hear songs from America, France, England, Australia, Brasil, Spain, and Italy. It's just great. Very different than the “one format” style we have in America.

Had an intense conversation with a couple of summer travelers, one from new York, and one from Mexico. We all sat around all afternoon at the café and drank beer and talked. She was explaining to him how much she and her friends all hated Bush and the American government. And how frustrating it was cause it seemed like even though no one liked him that he may be re-elected anyway just because everyone feels like there is nothing they can do. I was just listening at this point. Happy to hear some English being spoken and interested in the college generation’s views. I finally chimed in and told her that there really was stuff that she could do, and that a lot more people agreed with her and her friends than maybe she realized. That she needed to get out and pass out pamphlets and get her friends to vote and voice her opinion on the Internet and really take action all the time. It was cool as the three of us strangers sat together from different places and we had all been to different peace marches for Iraq this year---her in new York, me in DC, and he in Mexico. We lamented the fact that our peace marches did nothing. We lamented that bush stole the presidency when Gore won the popular vote, and all the tom foolery that went on in Florida with Jeb and that Harris lady. We lamented that it seemed like no matter what the people think or do now in America that it seems like we are hostages in a very secret and sinister takeover of our great country. The Mexican, named Paco, who was very beautiful and slammed four beers and didn't even seem to catch a buzz, attested that they were all very scared now because their whole economy is based on our economy and if we go down they go down. He said he hates how Mexico is starting to get slowly taken over by the US. He thinks he may stay in Europe for a few years, back packing and learning other languages. We talked for hours about many things. It did not end well. We all just kind of looked at each other like “wow, what can we really do....?” the girl, Eve, with a full bush under each arm and no bra—God bless her—said that maybe she would live in Europe until Bush and all of them leave the white house and the country turns more liberal. I reminded her that the Clinton years were just as sinister, maybe just not so obvious. We worried that even though bush may only last another 5 years, if he has a chance to select any supreme court justices that his legacy could have very bad long lasting implications to millions of us for generations to come. We expressed our horror that three of the current Supreme Court justices, all 3 conservatives, voted to keep that anti-sodomy law in Texas. We didn't know whether to laugh or cry over it. And I think that is a natural place to be as an American right now. Our country is very torn between the old guard and the new intelligencia so to speak. 

There is a large group in America that really do see the light. The new intelligencia. They are there. I mean the light of all humanity of what is right and just and true and moral is right front of all of us. it is blinding. So really just people that you  talk to on the street or whatever understand and know the basics. But then there is this other group, the majority I think still, maybe they are the older people that you don't really see on the street, or maybe they are the people that live in the middle of the country, that again you wouldn’t really see on the street or anywhere in the big cities, and these people seem like they are still ruled by fear rather than by what is right or justice or freedom or truth. [ps—the Sprite here in Italy is awesome.] You don't know whether to laugh or cry at how ignorant some of these people are. I mean really, lets put all the BS aside for the moment. These are the same people who in twenty or thirty years when future generations look back in their history books and read about things like equal rights, these are the ignorant people we will be reading about. These are the “back of the bus” people who once tried to stop the black people from entering our schools. Now they are trying to keep laws in place that ban how you can have sex or who you can have sex with. That is some scary thinking there. It is fascist really. And worse than that it tries to use the concept of God or religion to help build its argument. So that just further confuses everything for the younger kids who are being raised by these people. Well we laughed and cried into our beers and then we said good bye. America is a scary place to be right now. every single thinking person needs to stand up and battle these ignorant old dogs.