The Future

the thought occurred to me last night as i typed yet another communication to yet another associate how ridiculous it is that i was TYPING WORD BY WORD to get my simple message across. one or two ideas... simple enough. and here i was having to actually sit there and TYPE. letter by letter. word by word. absolutely insane when you think about it. why are we so far back still in our evolution that we are still forced to type our communications? or voice them over the phone?

the future? aw man, that's an easy one. you think it and it is.

later that night i am watching the movie FAST FOOD NATION as i lie half asleep i notice a few people in a van crossing the border from mexico to the US. on their way to colorado. the american dream and all that. and im watching them drive. and this thought occurrs to me. again. coincidence? nah. i just think it's where i'm at now. im thinking, people have to fucking drive to get from one place to another. look at those porr old-timers sitting in that automobile for hours to get from one place to another. how old school is that? i was just in shock.

not that i have been to the other side yet. not that i have been there. seen it. not in real life anyway. but i can tell you this much. we aren't going to be driving in cars to get from a to z forever. and we aren't going to be sitting here typing our ideas into little boxes with our fingers. if you ask me this is all quite ridiculous. i can see the future and it doesnt look like this.

you know, it is no wonder that more advanced civilizations in the universe find their physical bodies less and less important. as we progress mentally emotionally and spiritually we will be able to accomplish that much more without much need for these physical tasks and there will be less and less of a need for them. the bodies served their purpose fine for the last million years or so but alot of these mundane-linear-time-tasks are tired to me. so old school that they make me yawn.

its time we get on with the next phase of our evolution. obviously in place of typipng or speaking via phone we will be able to communicate through space-time with our minds. and again jsut as obvious instead of sitting in a metal box for hours either driving or flying to get from a to z we will be teleporting ourselves somehow in an instant. now im no inventor. so i cant muster up the technology. but i can see it as clear as day. and if it aint going to happen tomorrow i can guarantee it's on the horizon. just as surely as we saw electricity or flying or faxing or the internet as big-time revolutionary inventions we will see these other ideas come to pass soon enough.

on with the show people. inventors start your engines and let's get on with it. the ambassador is bored with the old. bring on the new.

Before i forget...

It had been happening for a few months, only late at night so by the time i would awake in the morning i would always forget. Every now and then i would see the visions during the day and remember to attempt to go there again that night. After a while it became a regular practice. Been months now. It has become part of my natural thinking as i fal asleep each night.

Don't know what made me think of it. Riding the subway earlier today i had the recollection. Been meaning to make a note of it. What will come of it.... what can come of it... isn't that ever the holy grail of questions.

I cannot say what prompted it. It was not a conscious thought. It was never a conscious intention. As I was falling asleep one night a few months back i disctinctly remember watching the thought-dreams and images pass before my mind's eye as every night before. But this night i actualy became conscious of it. perhaps for the first time. recognized that at some point before we fall into what we call "sleep" we go from conscious thinking to unconscious observing. just random pictures, scenarios, images, thoughts, ideas, all scrambled together and utterly random and unintentional. before we know it, next thing we know, we are out. But this particular night i recognized that was happening.

Keenly aware from studying it that in some circles psychiatrists and neuro-scientists will call this state of mind the 'hypnogogic state.' legends abound how edison, da vinci and nostradama would create elaborate systems to send themselves off to the hynogogic state with a bell attached to their wrist or head to awaken them so they could then scribble down any thoughts they could remember having during that state of half-consciousness. i was familiar with it. Other artists like Neitsche or Poe used more direct methods such as morphine or heroine or LSD. i've never been too partial to any particular method as long as i get THERE. which is the point of it. once conscious thought stops and this other mechanism takes over, this unconscious awake-but-dreaming mode, miraculous ideas transpire, things we would never normally conceive of. It's where songs come from.

We could spend hours talking about it of course. and if we ever get a chance to meet in person, please let's do. But here now let's move on. So on this particular night I consciously popped myself out of it for a moment just long enough to actually observe it. I noticed that i was struggling in the vision that i was having... something wasnt working out. something had fallen and i was trying to bend over to reach it and i couldnt. Again, not sure what prompted this, but a voice in my head just said "well then, just use your mind to pick it back up and put it in its place." which i then did in the vision. it was that simple. i made a mental note to remember to start doing that in all of my dreams and pre-dream visions. i am, as most, not able to do this in my waking state. move objects with my mind. but i was clearly able to do it in my mind. in my dreams. in my visions. could i do it in my unconsciouus random pre-dreams and visions as well.

A year before i had started having dreams of bouncing hundreds of feet up in the air and landing softly only to bounce up again. these eventually turned into a very real conscious deliberate flying dreams. now they are common for me to have. i fly around or bounce for miles into the air and traverse the earth as if i am some sort of extraterrestrial being with super-powers on a regular basis. So i assume that this new form of telekinesis is just the next step from that.

a few nights later i remembered this new found ability to do this and attempted to do it again as i was falling asleep. The key was this: whatever i was envisioning or experiencing i would consciously attempt to do it easier, more magically, more super-naturally using my mind. if i saw myself in a vision or scenario walking down the street to get somewhere i would tell myself "why not just go from here to there like BAM without walking but rather just literally go from here to there in an instant." and then i would just instantly transport from one place to another like magic.

Or perhaps i had seen myself balancing some things but was struggling for the keys in my pocket. i would just tell myself to let go of all the items and let them all balance in mid air as if by magic while i looked for my keys and they would all just float there. or sometimes i just tell the door to open without me even reaching for my keys to open it. i just think the thought, "door open now" and the door opens and i walk through it. it goes on and on. there seems to be no end to what we can do with our mind as opposed to doing it with our bodies as we are currently limited on earth in our current state of mind or conscious awareness.

now after a few months of this there is almost nothing that i haven't pulled off in these random dreams and visions. and here's the catch. i am not talking about anything conscious as if in meditation which i would assume might be the next step. or perhaps it is the step before, i dont know. i am not talking about consciouusly sitting down to meditate and attempt to envision yourself pulling off telekinetic stunts deliberately. what it is showing up as for me is a conscious decision to have it happen unconsciously as if it is a natural ability that i possess. no matter what the circumstance. if i encounter a "a bad guy" in a dream, we all know how dreams are, filled with ghosts and dream girls and wizards and freinds and enemies and good guys and bad guys, just the mind messing about with itself really, well now a voice in my head says "just make him dissappear. and he dissapears. or "make her appear. make her come over to you." and WHAM she (whoever she happens to be in that particular dream) just appears right in front of me. as if by magic. like some teleportation.

telekinesis. teleportation. at least now we know it is indeed possible. at least in our minds. i have seen it for myself. it becomes easier and easier once you begin to practice it. and it all happens quite unconscoiusly which is what gives me hope for the future. if i was still in a state of having to go into a meditative mind-set and deliberately try to picture it or envision it, i would say that it was jsut imagination. whereas now it has become a new way of thinking. just as breathing is ... after all, something that at some level we are having to think about doing, but we just arent conscious of having to think about it. having thoughts in fact is something that we arent consciously thinking thoughts about. we just have thoughts. (some would argue thats not such a good thing, but we'll save that for another conversation.) the point is that if we consciously tell ourselves that we want this ability in our half-conscious state we can indeed acheive that ability.

now again, what will come of it? what can come of it? im not sure yet. i do know that it has given me a tremendous feeling of power and confidence in general. as if i have crossed a new threshold of some kind mentally. But no i have not been able to pull it off in the real waking world. though when i do attempt it on occasion i fully expect to see it happen. which is a good sign. it means my waking mind is ready for it. no hangups about it.

Fuck For Nature

An interesting idea to say the least, the Norwegian environmental activist group Fuck FOr Forest is a non-profit that asks other activists to send in photos and videos of themselves in the buff or having sex so they can post it to their website and then nature lovers can pay a small membership fee to view the material. All the proceeds go towards protecting the forests. They are currently working on buying up land to protect in Ecuador and Costa Rica acres at a time. I love the idea. Bold. Fun. Creative. Downright jolly. Check it out here: www.fuckforforest.com

Teaching Thanksgiving?

Dear Princess Little Tree,
FYI -- its that time of year again. Madelynne O'Ryan is trying to create a more accurate way to teach her classes about thanksgiving than the traditional American gov way which is so off base. So she emailed me a bunch of articles about it to ask what i thought. It made me think of you since your kids are also learning about it in school every year. Obvioulsy the way that it is currently being taught is similar to what the Americans teach about Iran right now -- just total bogus bullshit, so i am sure you can relate and also thought that you would want them to know the truth about the native americans jsut as you do in regards to iranians. I did about five hours of research for her last night and found the article that she sent me below fairly accurate and verified by other sources.

But there is so much contention out there regarding certian facts. but sadly none abouut the slaughter of the 700 native americans that started the whole thanksgiving celebration for the european settlers.

Of course I don't know how YOU would approach it with your kids but I do think it is important to tell them the truth so they aren't walking around dressed up like Indians (since "indians" come from "india" not america, nor pilgrims (since they were murderous dogs)... you know?

I'm so torn by things like this because the kids are so young... how do we tell them the truth about thanksgiving when so many schools are still lying to them? It ends up setting them up to be outcasts in their school which is not what anyone wants. But at the same time we cannot continue to perpetrate government myths and propaganda either. The people cannot wait for the government to revise history more accurately. We have to set the example ourselves and if the government never climbs aboard the peace train or the truth train, fuck em.

It is unsettling though to consider what someone in your position might do...

The article is below, originally published in Alternative Press. You can find it all over the internet.

THE REAL STORY OF THANKSGIVING

by Susan Bates
Most of us associate the holiday with happy Pilgrims and Indians sitting down to a big feast. And that did happen - once.

The story began in 1614 when a band of English explorers sailed home to England with a ship full of Patuxet Indians bound for slavery. They left behind smallpox which virtually wiped out those who had escaped. By the time the Pilgrims arrived in Massachusetts Bay they found only one living Patuxet Indian, a man named Squanto who had survived slavery in England and knew their language. He taught them to grow corn and to fish, and negotiated a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Nation. At the end of their first year, the Pilgrims held a great feast honoring Squanto and the Wampanoags.

But as word spread in England about the paradise to be found in the new world, religious zealots called Puritans began arriving by the boat load. Finding no fences around the land, they considered it to be in the public domain. Joined by other British settlers, they seized land, capturing strong young Natives for slaves and killing the rest. But the Pequot Nation had not agreed to the peace treaty Squanto had negotiated and they fought back. The Pequot War was one of the bloodiest Indian wars ever fought.

In 1637 near present day Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours the sleeping Indians were surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside. Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared "A Day Of Thanksgiving" because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.

Cheered by their "victory", the brave colonists and their Indian allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered. Boats loaded with a many as 500 slaves regularly left the ports of New England. Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.

Following an especially successful raid against the Pequot in what is now Stamford, Connecticut, the churches announced a second day of "thanksgiving" to celebrate victory over the heathen savages. During the feasting, the hacked off heads of Natives were kicked through the streets like soccer balls. Even the friendly Wampanoag did not escape the madness. Their chief was beheaded, and his head impaled on a pole in Plymouth, Massachusetts -- where it remained on display for 24 years.

The killings became more and more frenzied, with days of thanksgiving feasts being held after each successful massacre. George Washington finally suggested that only one day of Thanksgiving per year be set aside instead of celebrating each and every massacre. Later Abraham Lincoln decreed Thanksgiving Day to be a legal national holiday during the Civil War -- on the same day he ordered troops to march against the starving Sioux in Minnesota.

This story doesn't have quite the same fuzzy feelings associated with it as the one where the Indians and Pilgrims are all sitting down together at the big feast. But we need to learn our true history so it won't ever be repeated. Next Thanksgiving, when you gather with your loved ones to Thank God for all your blessings, think about those people who only wanted to live their lives and raise their families. They, also took time out to say "thank you" to Creator for all their blessings.

It is sad to think that this happened, but it is important to understand all of the story and not just the happy part. Today the town of Plymouth Rock has a Thanksgiving ceremony each year in remembrance of the first Thanksgiving. There are still Wampanoag people living in Massachusetts. In 1970, they asked one of them to speak at the ceremony to mark the 350th anniversary of the Pilgrim's arrival. Here is part of what was said:

"Today is a time of celebrating for you -- a time of looking back to the first days of white people in America. But it is not a time of celebrating for me. It is with a heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my People. When the Pilgrims arrived, we, the Wampanoags, welcomed them with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end. That before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a tribe. That we and other Indians living near the settlers would be killed by their guns or dead from diseases that we caught from them. Let us always remember, the Indian is and was just as human as the white people.

Although our way of life is almost gone, we, the Wampanoags, still walk the lands of Massachusetts. What has happened cannot be changed. But today we work toward a better America, a more Indian America where people and nature once again are important."

MSNBC Anchor Woman Refuses to Read News about Paris

Fantastic moment of personal expression on overdrive! Let us hope this is only the beginning of the news anchors standing up for news.

Ed Hale on Amazon.com

Transcendence: Somebody Killed the DJ -- Music Video

Ed Hale - White House Jihad

The difference between WHO and WHOM

Usage Note: The traditional rules for choosing between who and whom are relatively simple but not always easy to apply. Who is used where a nominative pronoun such as I or he would be appropriate, that is, for the subject of a verb or for a predicate nominative; whom is used for a direct or indirect object or for the object of a prepostion. Thus, we write the actor who played Hamlet was there, since who is the subject of played; and Whom do you like best? because whom is the object of the verb like and To whom did you give the letter? because whom is the object of the preposition to. ·It is more difficult, however, to apply these rules in complicated sentences, particularly when who or whom is separated from the verb or preposition that determines its form. Intervening words may make it difficult to see that Who do you think is the best candidate? requires who as the subject of the verb is (not whom as the object of think) and The man whom the papers criticized did not show up requires whom as the object of the verb criticized (not who as the subject of showed up). Highly complex sentences such as I met the man whom the government had tried to get France to extradite require careful analysisin this case, to determine that whom should be chosen as the object of the verb extradite, several clauses away. It is thus not surprising that writers from Shakespeare onward have often interchanged who and whom. Nevertheless, the distinction remains a hallmark of formal style. ·In speech and informal writing, however, considerations other than strict grammatical correctness often come into play. Who may sound more natural than whom in a sentence such as Who did John say he was going to support? though it is incorrect according to the traditional rules. In general, who tends to predominate over whom in informal contexts. Whom may sound stuffy even when correctly used, and when used where who would be correct, as in Whom shall I say is calling? whom may betray grammatical ignorance. ·Similarly, though traditionalists will insist on whom when the relative pronoun is the object of a preposition that ends a sentence, grammarians since Noah Webster have argued that the excessive formality of whom is at odds with the relative informality associated with this construction; thus they contend that a sentence such as Who did you give it to? should be regarded as entirely acceptable. ·Some grammarians have argued that only who and not that should be used to introduce a restrictive relative clause that identifies a person. This restriction has no basis either in logic or in the usage of the best writers; it is entirely acceptable to write either the woman that wanted to talk to you or the woman who wanted to talk to you. ·The grammatical rules governing the use of who and whom in formal writing apply equally to whoever and whomever and are simililarly often ignored in speech and informal writing. See Usage Note at else. See Usage Note at that. See Usage Note at whose.

Infinito speaks his mind...

Infinito sends this to me:
please add this to the Transcendence Diaries 10/25/06


"ok so I walk in today to the cafeteria at work and the colombian chick who takes my order is wearing the black Superhero Girl t-shirt!
Stunned, I ask where she got it and she said she used to work at UPS and a friend called Dennis gave to her. People ask her all the time where she got and she says "no idea". So I explain to her about Transcendence and where to get them, etc......Hopefully she'll check it out and listen and become enlightened. Hopefully she can help generate sales.

Small world...

Big coincidences...

Have to tell Fishy. He's bummed about not calling him on his birthday.
Maybe this story will cheer him up. I left him a nice message.

Heard the wav files of the latest mixes on the AYBV album. Only a handful of the production errors I noted were corrected. Oh well, at least I tried and spoke my mind. I know its a budget thing, but the next Transcendence album should be done elsewhere. Different studio, vibe, producer... I dunno, maybe that's why Nothing is cohesive is such a different album, because it was produced in a different setting. If only Fishy could get carte blanche status in a NY studio. The vibe, the city emits is fantastic.

Current Spin:
Johnny Cash : Live at Folsom
Zepp: How The West Was Won"

BECOME REPUBLICAN -- Hilarious Flash Movie!

http://www.thefrown.com/frowners/becomerepublican.swf

Last screening: RAY. Great movie. Not great as in great, but Hollywood great at least. Wow what a master. Ray fucking Charles. What a master. You forget how many great songs he did. Tomorrow I will buy his whole catalog. In the meantime, it just hit me in there. man it hit me. my leg was shaking a million miles an hour the whole time and my pen was flying across my little notepad while I was watching the movie. Three hours and I couldn’t stop my leg from shaking. I'm serious about this whole fusing MTV with PBS thing we’re doing with this TV show project, the same way ray Charles fused gospel music with boogie woogie and rock and roll. we’re going to make deep and important issues cool, rock and roll, fun, and entertaining, AND we’re going to make rock and roll and pop culture entertainment type stuff deep and meaningful and important. delusions of grandeur? Hell yeah. Nothing wrong with them. I'm on fire right now from them. pyramids are built from them. light bulbs are created from them.

Not only that, but more than that. there was this moment early in rays career where he was looking for his sound. Well actually his record company execs were telling him to look for his own sound because he sounded like so many other people. and I've been hearing that too much myself the last few years, my whole career. Friends I trust. Honestly I don't know if I have it in me. this unique sound that everyone is telling me to get in there and find. But I am committed to finding it. I know I have it in me. I just don't know exactly what to do to find it, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to find it. my music is so damn important to me. it means everything to me. with this next CD of ours I will find it. we will go where we have never gone before. all of us.

I just wish we weren't so goddamned broke. I want things to be moving so much faster than they are. I think and feel so deeply that this sucks. Having to wait so long in between recording sessions. I have to find a way to get the money we need to be able to record whenever and how ever we want to. to get to that point where we can achieve our full potential as a group. I know we have it in us. I just know it. we just need the money to be able to get it down. I'm going to get my rock and roll dream. I can see it. I always have seen it. And I know I'm with the right group of guys to do it. Just have to find a way to make it happen.

In other news, I think I'm having some kind of a nervous breakdown or something. this morning as I was getting dressed to go to this church to meet the bishop I had one sweater in mind and I was determined to wear it. and then I couldn’t find it anywhere and as I began ripping everything apart in my apt looking for it I was like almost on the verge of tears over one sweater, which you could almost understand, maybe, if you were a girl or something, or if you didn't have any clothes... except for the fact that I have to have at the least a thousand or more various shirts and sweaters. So the outrage and frustration was a little uncalled for. way over the top. of course I did eventually find the sweater and felt such relief. on the train it occurred to me that I might be going over the edge or something.

Last screening: dinner for five second season. Great stuff in this. really cool idea.

Current spin: DC3, their new one not out yet. you me and everyone else.