February 2012
January 2012
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letter i wrote Carl Jung before entering Vipassana...
Dear Jung,
I write you this prayer of gratitude for everything you have given to me. You pulled me out of my darkest hour yet. Only you were able to reach in their with that fucking beautiful bright light of yours.
I wish to ask you, as humbly as i possibly can as your servant, for guidance in my life. I wish to hear, stand-by and believe in my intuition much more clearly than i currently do. I...
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next mission, replacing the phrase “that is so weird” with “that is so natural”
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dude, i keep saying it/thinking it but its blowing my mind how much the world/life is a playground. It is just so much more clear how liquid everything is and the vibe that you put out is the vibe that you get back. its mental/its natural and overall i totally dig it.
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think im becoming one with the flow and learning how to go with it/in it/be it.
think i’ve possibly earnt the rights to my ‘free agent’ business cards now.
it’s all a series of now’s and there is no need to tie yrself to any of them.
Dune by Alejandro Jodorowsky
peacelodge:
“Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less,...”
– Swedish proverb.
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Peace Lodge: Higher Planes Sound Book Text →
written, curated and created by one of my favourite shining lights, Lisa Lerkenfeldt
peacelodge:
Text published in Higher Planes Sound Book, November 11, 2011.
This cassette is interested in messages and methods of filtering modern torrents of data. It is about consciousness, listening and believes the root of magic is contact with intuition and instinct.
As self-educators the…
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Ballad of the Gone MacLise
(For Angus MacLise, died Summer Solstice, June 21st, 1979) “In the fire is no end but in the tall grasses but on the riverbanks but in the cool breezes urging but in the long empty days.” (From Jaguar by Angus MacLise) In the poem one can lay down the heartline, the harp can bring the tears muffled by the sound of the drum, your gamelans cut by the Buddha’s knife of compassion. Down at the...
Ira Cohen Brain Boner. Full reproduction of his... →
December 2011
