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We are dreaming ourselves into existence.

constellation of time

Verse 1:

We are dreaming ourselves into existence.

In a process many of us mistake for complaining, we are dreaming the next thing. You are doing it every day. You were probably doing it before you started reading this.

But now there's this clearing. What to fill it with?

We are dreaming ourselves into existence.

Weaving a tapestry we only vaguely feel we are the makers of, are we choosing the important battles? Are we putting out the flame of whatever candles were still lit in honor of the establishment, and taking...

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The Witches Slippers: the Ruby and the Laser.

Laser

First off, we start with a Ruby.

It's the start of all good stories, really. Imagine it beautiful and regally suspended, and wrap it in material that reflects perfectly the light, and give it a shape that refracts the light equally as perfectly.

And then imagine sending a searing beam of a very pure light inside the encasement wherein the ruby sits suspended and perfectly cut.

The ruby goes nuts, of course.
You can imagine.

All this light that never leaves reflecting on and in and through itself over and over without end.

The Ruby begins to change the light, to accept it: in particular, molecules inside...

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What does the Flux Capacitor in our bodies look like? An open letter to Nassim Haramein.

Chinese meridians and Channels with Time standing still

First off, I want to give you gratitude. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for shifting all sorts of paradigms in your work and life and insisting on doing it in a big way. Thank you for insisting on just being you, and holding it up like a beacon for those of us who cannot choose the 'normal' way.

By way of introduction, I like puzzles, and have been working on several including some that involve the systems of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Today I want to introduce you and others to the work I have been doing with Traditional Chinese Medicine and in...

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Financial Derivatives 101

I'm no 'HooHa' but let's say that I'm also no Banker Extrordinaire. I got no MBA. I'm no resident expert on the financial systems of the world. I try to stomach through a medicinal dose of conspiracy theory videos about the banking system. The only credentials I hold are those of an Industrial Designer, and I'm afraid they've expired from lack of use.

If only that were so for the debt.

All that said, what I am is a mathematician.

I do math problems in my head that I apply to everything around me when I'm walking down the street. I read books about Math. I have mathematical diagrams on my walls in...

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Plato and the Calculus of a Dimension Shift

I don't know about you, but when I read Plato in High School and then again in College/s, I had to wonder a little about what they were pumping into the campus water that made this guy so friggen important. Particularly the Platonic forms. I just didn't get it. Who gives a fuck about 'Chairness'?

Dude going on and on, boring his own damn self. Please.

Pan out like, I don't know, say 20-30 years later, and I'm having a bit of an 'Aha' moment out of the blue but surprisingly coming from what we earthlings would typically classify (in all of our silliness) as an 'Eastern' frame of reference.

The trick is that all his shit (...

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Least we forget ourselves

NOLA House

I remember an indomitable spirit when I was 8 and prancing around in the forest or at a campground somewhere. Something that would overtake me, and that gave everything a smell and taste and feel of something really special always about to happen.

I wonder if 8 year old's still feel that way.

I wonder if 8 year old's still go around mesmerized by the puzzle-piece-butterscotch of some ponderosa pines: go around walking just to find and smell the candy bark. Or pulling down Usnea and chewing it, and thinking about how in my mouth is a symbiosis of an algae and a fungus.

Or like talking to the birds.

Do 8 year old's still talk to the...

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The Looking Glass, and the possible nature of the Snowden revelations

pleiades

The quality of some of my time these days seems punctuated strongly by the literal sense of other cities, other times, other frames of reference.

We come into this life and we start growing. I am a different person now than I was, say 30 years ago. Somehow these last weeks, the dreams I had then I am re-experiencing now through a different lens.

What I am finding is that I am having to recreate the symbols that my ten year old brain was generating into the frame of reference in which I am sitting now. The symbols, in a sense, have to be re-interpreted.

A dream I had often as a ten year old had me wandering around...

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Fukushima, living in a post-historic world, and doing my part to put the rap back into rapture.

http://www.scottgbrooks.com(digital art courtesy of http://www.scottgbrooks.com)

These days I begin my morning with a bowel movement, a smoothie, and short self-reminding acknowledgment that I am living in a post-historic world.

What that means for me transcends what I have normally understood when the Buddhists and other spiritual traditions talk about non-permanence.

It means that in addition to understanding that I, a single organism, or you, another single organism, will eventually pass, I am also...

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If we're going to get fucked, let's get fucked together with the lights on.

existence

The relationship each of us individually has with our planet's existence is looking more and more like that of the relationship with a beloved family member or friend who has been told they have a potentially fatal disease.

It occurred to me today, in the short pauses between the focused preoccupations and distractions of working, that myself along with all the people I know are in the various and well documented stages of grief at the beginning of what could be our last 'Hurrah' as a civilization - if not a species.

This writing is not about Doomesday, or loosing hope.

It's just...

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The Gospel according to Thursday

If all the DNA in my body that the doctors always told me was junk is really my own internal internet system connecting me with the rest of humanity, then what would become possible?

If this long and glorious experience that I was under the impression I was having in 'real time' on this planet is really just the day dream of one mitochondria in one cell inside the gut of the one true love and light and ever-giving presence of God, then what would it mean to 'fail'?

Imagine that you are minding your own business, existing...(what does that mean?!?)

For most of us that means walking carefully within the confines of this elaborate, multidimensional labyrinth - like...

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The New Revolutionary

snowden_hope

It's time to start retelling ourselves the story of what it means to be a Revolutionary before we are lead to believe what we are reading and seeing in the Corporate/State-run media.

The call to revolution is not a call heard only by those who will resort to, or have resorted to, violent acts against humanity or the state: it is a call heard by a moral majority of humanity, many of whom are unaware of their allegiance to this movement.

We are in a collective state of blessed unrest, and we are calling forth from the depths of Being what it means to be human, and what it is going to take in order to retain these important...

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The War on Food

Have we lost the war on our Food?

Have we lost that last little battle?

This is a prayer to Saint Judas, the patron of lost causes. That there can be a final and unbelievable turning of something deep inside each and everyone of us that enables us to see the way through this together.

The framework is in place now in the United States to regulate the use of GMO crops in all farms on US soil that sell to larger markets or make more than $500,000 a year.

While our brave friends in Vermont focus on the labeling issue, that issue is only important in so far that it...

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Miner's Canary

Some folks are miner's canaries.

One of the liabilities of mining is that there are all sorts of gas pockets in the mantel of the earth. Miners would run into them, and because often they are odorless the miners would asphyxiate. Canaries are little beings, and their bodies have a much lower tolerance for poison. A miners canary sacrifices (in most cases unwillingly) it's existence so that a much greater body can survive.

When we look at the conditions of society at this point in time, we see that the influences of the cultures and environments in which we steep are similar to being miles under the earths crust. We are somewhat blinded by the issues...

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The Dolor of Pencils

Whenever I've been forced to inhabit a cubicle, I've made sure Theodore Roethke's 'Dolor' hung on the wall. I first read Roethke in my American literature class as a freshman in high school (thank you Mr. Wofford and shortened here):

“I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,

Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,

All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,

Desolation in immaculate public places...

...And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,

Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,

Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,

Dropping a fine film on nails and...

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The Flipside of Uranus

I keep reminding myself that, technically, I'm a little early for a midlife crisis. I was happy to turn 41 because the sting of 40 is gone, and 41 is prime, and it's next to 42, and we all know what 42 is.

Along with being the proverbial answer to the Universe, 42 is when your Uranus starts to oppose itself.

Now firstly, I want to give a high five to all of the folks who just read that and laughed like a teenager.

Y'all have to realize that my even mentioning the phenomenon puts me at the mercy of a bazillion astrologers who actually...

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A Farewell to Hugo

Hugo Chavez

I was recovering from a migraine on my terrace patio when my girlfriend gasped and said that Hugo Chavez was dead. Almost immediately after, I found myself weeping. This blog is about why a 40 year old American citizen would hear about the death of a sworn enemy of her country, and find herself inconsolably sad.

I am an American Citizen, and was raised with a healthy love of the principles that my country was founded on.

I sat through hours and hours of 'social studies' and history classes in which we learned about the Bill of Rights and the Constitution of the United States of America, and I developed a certain pride around those documents. It was...

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Have we lost our minds?

I was a freshman at Reed College the year the Renn Fayre t-shirts were maroon, and had a drawing of a naked woman with beer bottle tits. We considered ourselves progressive. The big fight on campus that year was about the rights of students to write the names of their rapists on the bathroom walls. The zygote of The Yes Men had been organizing 'Reverse Peristalsis' protests of the US Administration where we all ate potatoes and food coloring and syrup of ipecac and threw up in Red White and Blue right in front of the Parade.

I was young and privileged and somewhat sheltered in a time/place where certain young people...

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Too Much Information


The information that surrounds us has many layers.

Overlapping like so many translucent angels projected onto the screen of 3 dimensions, they give the part of our brains that actually notice these kinds of things subtle clues, urgent or whispering compulsions, maps, even. Our lives are spent dancing through the eddies of these projections.

We are continually softened like river rocks.

In waves of comprehension, forgetting, dismissal, and remembering again all those little bytes, all the factors that we grapple with, the way the curtains were hung in the backroom, the color of the paint...

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How I spent the End of the World

tzolkin

I am writing today because I have to get this out.

I know that some things do not make sense until viewed through the lens of time. I know that events create phenomenon that appear both before and after the experience of the linear experience of the event itself. I wanted to start from the beginning, but I no longer trust that I know where that is.

So instead I'll start with the part that is seared most in my memory.

We were walking in the middle of a bright deluge along a path on the way to the ruins of Palenque. The day is December 21st, 2012, and the songs from the ceremonies that pierced my dreams the entirety of the night before were still holding court...

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On reverse engineering free energy.

TeslaCoil

As trite as it might sound, I started thinking about Free Energy yesterday. To be fair, I've been thinking about it for a while. Yesterday was the first time I started writing it down. My normal thinking about Free Energy has been typically as a sort of bystander. I know that it is possible. I also know that it can't be metered which makes it unpopular in the eyes of the money. I know that many very smart and educated folks before me have lived solely for the goal of solving it, and some of them have solved it and have remained silent, and others have solved it and have tried to build...

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