Sea of Dreams

Does anyone want to go see String Cheese Incident play in San Francisco for New Years? Maybe even just the 30th and then come back here for a party? Its the Sea of Dreams Eve-o-lution put on by some of the same people that put on Burning Man... could be a good time... let me know if anyone's adventuresome

seesubtle@mac.com

http://www.seaofdreamsnye.com/

branching out

chs jibber jabber...

Where I lack the physical nouns you fill in your own paints of lofty sweet
nectarine gazes and lemon scented mustard gas muffins.
Then rationally rest on the irrational desire to impulsively push away
doubts of our dismay
And be persuaded the disenchantment of children must be stopped at once.
Cultivate creative spirituality.
Creative, improvised spiritual experiences…

Befuddled but free
I take to the tide
My heart ago left me
Makes an easier ride

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Metaphorically Speaking

Maybe religion is a battle of the wits. Maybe its a reaction of some part in myself. Ego is egotistical, but not exactly. When life turns upside down and your emotional parts experience to explosion (as they’re supposed to), it’s nice to be comforting, but I need to be able to explain it to myself by myself. In a way that isn’t individualism when followed out to it’s full, ideally about turning each person into themselves. I don’t know if that’s the plan, but it must be. Individualism must be teleology. If teleology is coral then we can apply that to other parts of nature that, though seemingly not at all related, are really connected in a metaphorical way.
Interesting.

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What better place to waste my energy than typing something to keep me calm?

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the sun, think of the sun
the sun
was freedom

you have to take the lamb’s heart to set it free

Haadstrong!

Haadstrong!

One Full Breath

Inhale-

The intake is slow and choppy,
Adjusting appropriately to turbulence
Unscoped by the electricity that keeps things humming.
We are guests here, leeches of another makeup,
Test tube projects so drugged up
It takes death to realize real lies.
The dark and unshaped begins to pulse and vibrate
As the haze creates mazes over under, tip and tuck
Down and render. Render what?
What’s been asked of me to date?
There’s a girl, and a grade, and this recipe
I might try. A box of dials I use
To hone the subtle tones of an ear on the phone.
You can’t see it? I can’t either, have a drink
And we’ll conspire a way to create the Real.
No more placated fakes based on faith
Of a “real” stone left dank, damp in a hole
Too deep for the souls of our big heavy machines,
Try to drill for a dream, I dare you!

-exhale.

Focus on the Crunch

i'm down on the farm so postings have been minimal, you'll have to excuse me. when i'm down here i try to simplify, purify the waves, boil down to the essentials, so while i'm getting great material, i think i'll save most of it to post when i get back home.

i do a lot of walking into myself down here and it helps me see where i'm hiding the goodstuff, you should really try it. there's nothing better than bumping into your oversoul because you were looking at your feet while you walked. the leaves are down but you should really hear the sound of the crunch underfoot, i love that crunch. crunch crunch crunch. focus on the crunch

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So Many Roads
Robert Hunter

Thought I heard a blackird singing
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?

Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moaning sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy got no place to go

So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads, so many roads
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads, so many roads

Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't... who else will?"
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine
And the rain refused to fall
And you don't seem to hear me when I call

Wind inside and the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?

So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
So many roads I know
All I want is one to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads so many roads

From the land of the midnight sun
Where the ice blue roses grow
Along those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moaning low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul

I said hey senorita, that's astute I say...

sooooooo guess who i met at Travis' housewarming party last night
yup, secret hand signals and everything...
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Gumboots
Paul Simon

She looked me over
And I guess she thought I was all right
All right in a sort of a limited way
For an off-night
She said don’t I know you
From the cinematographer’s party
I said who am I
To blow against the wind

I know what I know
I’ve seen what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

She said there’s something about you
That really reminds me of money
She was the kind of girl
Who could say things that
Weren’t that funny
I said what does that mean
I really remind you of money
She said who am I
To blow against the wind

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s a thing that I keep
In the back of my head

She moved so easily
All I could think of was sunlight
I said aren’t you the woman
Who was recently given a Fulbright
She said don’t I know you
From the cinematographer’s party
I said who am I
To Blow against the wind

I know what I know
I’ll sing what I said
We come and we go
That’s the thing that I do
In the back of my head

Saturday, Novermber 19th, 2005

The Moment between before and after is called truth."
-Katagiri Roshi

years go by and though we may try you can't bring them back home again

i really just don't know what to say about today yet

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Possum
phish

I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray
I come from atop the mountain baby
Where the people come to pray
There ain't no truth in action
'Less you believe it anyway

I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
The road was his end
His end was the road
So they say

Whoa possum...
possum, possum...
POSSUM
Whoa possum...
possum, possum...
POSSUM
Whoa possum, possum
Your end is the road

I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
I was riding down the road one day and
Someone hit a possum
The road was his end
His end was the road
So they say

Whoa possum...
possum, possum...
POSSUM
Whoa possum...
possum, possum...
POSSUM
Whoa possum,
Your end is the road
Whoa possum, possum
Your end is the road

Hepped Up on Goofballs
Keller Williams


Yet another late night drive
Tell me brother, can you keep it between the lines
We got so far to go, feels like we're going slow
Don't even bother to read the signs

Kickin' like a chicken it hittin' and a-flickin' it
Doin' what you can just to stay awake
Dippin' it and sippin' it, tailgate birdie flippin' it
Flashing over the trucker with the stinky brakes

Because we're hepped up on goofballs
Gotta look out for each other
Hepped up on goofballs
The sisters and the brothers
Hepped up on goofballs
We own this late night road
Hepped up on goofballs
Hauling the motherload

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka
we he he he
boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka
we he he

Yet another mindless cruise
One with the wheel as we pay our dues
Still so far to go, feels like we're going slow
One mile closer to the snooze

Rockin' it, never stoppin' it, Cap'n Kirk and Spock'n it
Transforming the road into the holodeck
Crunchin' it and punchin' it, casually lunchin' it
Doin' what you can to avoid the wreck

Yet another 11 months away from home
Market's smothered, cussin' out the dead cell phone
Not so far to go, we're through with goin' slow
I feel like I know what it’s like to be a rolling stone

Alfalfa and Spanky all dressed up looking swanky
Hallucinatin' on the back of a diesel mack
Singin' it and ringin' it, show up cha chingin' it
Politely slice through eternal black

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka
we he he he
boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka
we he he

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the Two Six Misto

Now that I am home, surrounded by different objects than I was on the road, I give pause to wonder what it is I use around me to define me. How do I know who I am to myself? Of course there is the fundamental sense of simply knowing I am I, but I don’t believe it ends there. I listen to a certain set of music, I order my burger a particular way, I don’t eat cat food, I do eat vegetables, I don’t shop for clothes that often so I wear what I’ve got, I drive a certain car whether I resent it or not, which brings up another question. How much do I know about myself by what I don’t like? Like the old song says, “you are only what you hate,” and the new song says “you are what you lean on.” When I hear this I try not to hate anything, which is a good practice on an ideal level, but come one, who doesn’t hate anything? Something to lean on though, that sounds great. I just need to be honest with myself and appreciate what those things are. Standing on the shoulder of giants leaves me cold, but it lets me see real far too. Balance is everything. I prefer many more things than I hate though, so if I can focus on keeping that ratio pretty lopsided, I think I should be ok.
It’s been very nice here. Bright blue sky, poolside weather, the only clouds are the ones behind the jets and that haze that comes in towards the afternoon, but once you put all that out of your mind it’s a beautiful Southern California day, just like you’d expect it. On account of the lovely weather I was lying in the backyard, on my back, in a bit of a blissed out codeine stupor (the wisdom teeth), watching the leaves fall from two big oak trees. As I lay there looking up, tracing the tree against that bright blue sky, observing the sunshine cascade through all the cracks and crevices of the branches, a voice from the heavens spoke to me, sort of. Sort of a voice I mean; it definitely spoke to me.
Some of you will understand better than others. I believe there are sacred, invisible, archetypal geometric patterns that permeate all levels of existence. Patterns as such which may seem haphazard at times, such as the arrangement of the branches and leaves on this tree, but in essence these patterns are always mysteriously occurring, perfectly. Sometimes, in some moments on some days these patterns occur and reoccur simultaneously, which is a hard concept to wrap your mind around I know.
Think of it as similar to the way singers can syncopate their voices (sing in rounds – everybody try! Row row row your boat – now you go –row (gently) row (down) your (the) boat…and so on), these patterns are doing the same thing. When you find both groups singing the same word at the same time it is because their wavelengths are overlapping, even though they didn’t start at the same time. At certain perfect paradoxical moments the measure will line up, the conflicting wavelengths match up perfectly with each other for a moment, and BAM! something happens. Perhaps a octave shift or something.
Working along this same line, patterns are essential number ratios such as 1 to phi (1.168…) which is half of pi, relationships of situations to other situations, cosmic alignments, but all invisible. Geometric patterns may represent the form of the magic, but they merely point to it, they are not the pattern itself. The golden ratio of 1 to phi is found in everything from the shape of these falling leaves to the size of every brick in the great pyramid. There is something going on behind the curtain, the OZ is ever floating.
In my life I have stumbled across these patterns a few times here and there, even noticed them hit their syncopated beats, and one of the legends I’ve found is the number 26. Ahh twenty-six, the two six, the holiest of holies. What’s so special about two six? I may be making this up, and perhaps everyone has their own special little number that follows them everywhere, I admit this is a possibility, but my intentions and skepticisms were the same as yours one day. Perhaps the revelation is that simply by looking for a number in the world that surrounds you, your intention catalyzes it to appear, or perhaps its always there and you merely decide to start noticing it. What if you even started to follow it? Could it be a magical thread leading us somewhere in life, or would our own intention be leading us away from ourselves in the wrong direction somehow? Is that even possible?
Fine fine skeptics, believe what you will. The power of the two six is that you can’t prove it’s insignificant until you start to look for it and test it out for yourself. The magic is wholly subjective, and yet there are a number of you out there who have observed the same phenomenon as me, even pointed it out to me- two six is everywhere. It’s the cost of your grocery bill, in your phone number somewhere, ot in that girl’s phone number you’ve been trying to get for so long, or your address, or her address, it’s the random number people on TV seem to mention whenever they are speaking about something meaningless, (meaningless?)
The sacred geometry thing is a working hypothesis to explain why 26 is everywhere, the other being that there are 26 letters in the alphabet which cause it to come up a lot or something, but that doesn’t seem universal enough for me. This is a rather long set up for the pic, but now hopefully you’ll understand how I felt when, lying there on my back, counting leaves as they fall, I noticed a skywriter begin to write what you see above. I have no idea what 1260 written in the sky could possibly mean- to anybody else that is. Of course I know what it means, I just have trouble believing something that seems so silly, and yet so constantly and inexplicably rings true. I prefer to live in the misto inside of rot in the logical cages that don’t do a very good job of explaining the little things that make us wonder.
So to those who know, look at this shit! TWO SIX IN THE SKY! It’s like a message from the heavens...
And for those who don’t know, you’re invited to start partaking in the nonsensical mysterious joy that is the city life we lead. Find the message where it can get to you, you’ve got make a little space to observe the inconsistencies and quilt yourself something magic to ride on into the sunset with.

-Soul Cuttle


Father and Son
By Cat Stevens

(Father)
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

(Son)
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

(Father)
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
(Son-- Away Away Away, I know I have to
Make this decision alone - no)

(Son)
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
(Father-- Stay Stay Stay, Why must you go and
make this decision alone?)

Now…
You left the solid wall behind
To lead the balance of below
Love that breaks all lines…
Unseen, a time to break your mind
To see the shadows of the signs
And watch the water fall alone
To see the center of the road
Unlined…
Unwavered and unfree
Undone to love, the same as me
Unturned, untaken and all alone
Unseen, another chance to understand the movements
In the corner of your mind…
To see the balance of behind
And walk the centerline alone
Love that breaks all lines…

great ideas

So I’ve been cleaning out my room to make room for all the boxes from my old apartment that met me, waiting, in my room back here at home. Did you get all that? I feel like I’m going very fast inside so sometimes it doesn’t come out smooth enough to be vaguely clear. Is it vaguely clear enough? Mooohaaa!!
Anyways, in the course of cleaning out my room I found a frame on the ground. I picked it up and saw that it was the yearbook page my parents had put together my senior year of high school. Ahh! What a time snapper! And on the page was some advice I was given when I was going in to the cyclone of college, and now, looking back from the other side of the cyclone for the first time, I give pause to soak it in. Re-calibrate it if you will to find new dimensions of time-tucked wisdom,...

Dear Cole,
Well congratulations, you actually made it. I’ll admit that for a while I had my doubts. But you’ve grown a lot the past few years and you seem to have a pretty good mind in that head of yours, so here’s my advice for the next four years:
1. There’s a lot to learn in college. Some of it happens in the classroom, most of it doesn’t. That doesn’t mean one is more important than the other.
2. 2. Everyone you meet will have different motivations for what they’re doing. Some people do things for money, some people do things for grades, some people do things without ever knowing why, but you should do it for the sake of Quality. If you don’t know what that means yet, you’ve got four years to figure it out.
3. Don’t go to college to prepare yourself for a career, because that just distracts from your education.
4. Always ask why. I know people who could identify every kind of button on every uniform of every unit that fought in the Civil war, but if you ask them why the South seceded they wouldn’t have a clue. Which do you think is more important?
5. Some of your best work will be done after four-thirty in the morning.
6. Finally, don’t worry too much about what you’re doing, where you’re going or how you’re going to get there, even if everyone else seems to. Just enjoy where you are, strive for Quality, and everything else will fall into place, as it should. If nothing else, have faith in that.

Love, Brooks

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Tribe
Keller WIlliams

Give it to me—your energy
Can I subscribe to your vibe?
Give it to me—your energy
Can I subscribe to your vibe?
Such a strong appeal
To your sense of feel
Give it to me—your energy
Can I subscribe to your vibe?
Give it to me—your energy
Can I join your tribe?

Routine ramble through the motions
As I swerve right off the path
Mind is so fine
It goes so straight when the road winds
I like to think it’s an art that you craft

Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Do your thing is what I say
Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Do your thing is what I sing
Such a strong appeal
To your sense of feel
Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Do your thing is what I say
Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Mold it, paint it, shape it, play it
Can I be your thing?

Nothing binds
It just loosely hangs
As I try to keep my hands on the wheel
Right of way is just mine today
You can take me anywhere you feel

Harvest kind, don’t do time
All you need is the seed
Harvest the kind, don’t do the time
All you need is the seed
Such a strong appeal
To your sense of feel
Harvest kind, don’t do time
All you need is the seed
Harvest the kind, don’t the do time
A leader’s got to lead

Take a little drive around the U.S.A.
No need to pack
We’ll pick up a stuff along the way
Mind is so fine
It goes so straight when the road winds
I’m so glad she likes it that way

Give it to me—your energy
Can I subscribe to your vibe?
Give it to me—your energy
Can I join your tribe?

the pulling and yanking and pulling and yanking

I got my wisdom teeth taken out today and it sucked, let me tell you. Don’t let anyone ever tell you it should be done with local anesthetic, knock yourself out.
It’s strange losing a part of me that has been with me for a long time now. Despite is despotic state and constant drain on my energy and peace of mind, I feel its absence. Sort of. It still hurts too much to go feeling around in there with my tongue, so I’m sticking to gnawing on gauze and thinking happy thoughts. How am I going to eat? It’s hard enough to get down a swallow of water to take the antibiotics and occasional codeine, chewing is out of the question. Where’s my IV?
If I were looking for some sort of hidden transmission of wisdom (haha) from this experience I would notice the way it forces me to slow down. It reprioritizes all the thoughts in my head and reminds me of the immediacy of my body. Without my body running well enough just so that I am not in constant pain, which is a very amazing thing in itself when I think about it, I am never truly free in my mind. I am thankful for all the times this is not the case, because by being free from constant obsession with the body the mind wanders elsewhere, deeper and further into the potential to be explored.

Explore
To be explored
To explore the unexplored
You and I
Here and There
(roll that around in your head)

Wisdom comes in the absence of it’s physical form is perhaps the lesson. We transcend the bodily to grow in the mind. Hmmm, this has some resonance to it, do you feel that? Perhaps I am going to learn something from this miserable experience after all.

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SloMo Ballon
Keller Williams

SloMo balloon
With a mind all of its own
Eerily floating
Mission is clear
Don't touch the ceiling
Just linger in waiting
An interesting face
In the life of a balloon
Literally goes with the flow
Drifting in the draft
Of the passer by
SloMo balloon refuses to die

I think that is where
I would like to be
A state of constant floatation
No stomach to feed
No blood to bleed
Just a gravity-less vacation
Younger and unleashed
Surely we would float up to
The top of the sky
For certain would have exploded
Survive that rationale
Now he lives to tell
Silent tales of a simple time
To the interesting face
In the life of a balloon
Literally goes with the flow
Drifting in the draft
Of the passerby
SloMo balloon refuses to die

Why not waste the time
Dreaming
What else is there to do
With the time
Mercy of the air
That is dreaming
Away from my mind

Ode to My Roadgear

Through all our trials and tribulations I always knew you could make it mighty one. Whether it was our long nights driving with the moon or early mornings waking up in national parks, you always kept me warm. Even when the AC was broken and you kept me too warm in Chicago in the middle of the summer, you kept me warm. Even when you had to get an entire new engine and I wasn’t even sure it was you when you came back, it was you, and we carried on across the land of free and the home of the brave. Even when you started dumping water on my feet from behind the pedals, I knew you were going to get better. Two brains later (control units in the dash) and four sets of new brake pads burned, we made it home like I knew we would, eventually. Thank you for our time together and may our future be bright and happy

Contact
Phish

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are
When you go out to your car and it's been towed

I woke up one morning in November
And I realized I love you
It's not your headlights in front
Your tailpipe, or the skylight above you
It's the way you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you
I'd never go driving away
And come back home without you

Finding Neverland (no relation to Nederland, mere coincidence)

So I went up to Santa Ynez and ate at the restaurant from Sideways and realized how annoying that movie has been to the locals. Almost as annoying as the Michael Jackson trial because the Neverland ranch is just past the bull and around the bend. Wine has its perks, but I wanted to see Neverland. I’ve always heard it was every child’s dream (Ewwwwwhoo I know, just kidding). I’m not kidding though that there’s a lower school directly across the street from the hideout. Then again the hideout is some 2000 acres, but that’s a lot of room to get lost in. Well Neverland was a bit of a letdown and you’ll just have to trust me that’s it behind me. I guess I’m too old to charm my way in, oh well. Anyways, something about Neverland and Peter Pan and my love for Dr. Suess inspire these next few lines in this moment right here. Right here on this side of now. You’re going to get the far side of now but its as close as we can get.


A funny thing happened on the way to Neverland…
We hit a bump! No no, not THAT bump silly!
It was mom and I and our friends the Wells
Protecting our privates on the grounds of acquittal
I’m not scared, he’s in Bahrain!
I only worry about the school across from his giraffe
Midland kids might come down with a rash
Two oceans to cross, Michael’s no match
Then again, Michael Jackson is a god to some people
Whose silly now?


(notice I’m not an idiot, I’m protecting the goods)

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin' where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin all night

It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can recall

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin' again
Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong

With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane
If we weren't all crazy we would go insane

weebles wobble but they don't fall down

I don’t even know how to express the feeling of coming home. Circles, loops, delay loops but loops nonetheless. Beginning echo return to repeat again. How many loops? Ah, but perhaps they are not loops but spirals, returning to the same place in one dimension but never in all the dimensions. Like an octave hitting the syncopated harmony of bliss tattooed into the flesh of the NOW we are all communicreating, here and now, bouncing off one another’s thoughts and misperceptions and apparitions and apprehensions about admitting the unseen out front with everybody so totally caught up in the game of the thing. Whose thing? Who’s game? Whose playing whom and what do the pieces look like? How many spaces is a carrot? What do the dice add up to? Whose roll is it next? Are we playing for keeps? Recess rules?
I set out to make a roundabout way back to where I began. Not where I began here from, this roundabout way, but where I began to want to find out what I am all about deep down under the outside clout that kept me in my skin for so damn long. Because, after all, what is it I’m really going after? What is it I really want under all this bullshit exterior? What’s really putting the coal in the fire to move this train? Peace of Mind. Where did that sneak off to when I wasn’t looking?
It's ok though, i found it coming over the pass. It was here all along, just like i knew it must have been, even when i couldn't feel it when i tried to hold it in my hand, it was always here, blowing just so the hairs on the back on my neck ripple for a bit and i get a nice chillywarm shiver.

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Restless Wind
Bill Nershi

As I ramble around on the outskirts of town
Visions from the past fill my mind
I remember the day that you went away
And each and every tear that I cried

Autumn chill cuts the air
Leaves blow through the sky
I feel your spirit everywhere
I can hear you sigh….restless wind

I look back on the past, time has gone by so fast
Since those trips to the hills where you lived
When I was young you were always so strong
You seemed to have the world on a string

Autumn chill cuts the air
Leaves blow through the sky
I feel your spirit everywhere
I can hear you sigh….restless wind

Roots run deep
And you ran faster than the wind
Roots run deep
I still feel all the love you send

Now I turn back towards my home but I don’t feel alone
Like I did when I left for the night
‘Cause you’re right here with me and now I can see
The spirit and the soul never die

intrepid traveler!

I have descended down the western slope of the rockies now, and the momentum of the descent is enough to roll me all the way back down the hill to Pasadena it feels like. Rolling all the way to the blessed golden shores, to weave my golden strands into a magic carpet i can fly on to my next adventure into the heart of the thrust of things. I think i have enough strands for a carpet big enough to take a few friends on, but i'll have to get back to you on that, I don't want to get ahead of myself. Writing from that strongest, deepest, most honest and thriving part of myself is hard to be sure you are doing. The force is breathing and it breaths in and it breaths out and you are never sure if your breaths are getting deeper or more shallow, or if your location is going forward or backwards. The warping pitter-patter of the path is enough to leave one nauseous in a dizzy heap by the side of the road. Then again, warp speed really busts the jar wide open as far as which direction one chooses to take it.

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way back home
stringcheeseincident

see...so much to see
find...you close to me
fly...way beyond the moon
learn...to feel the groove
far...so far away
home...is where i want to stay

on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home
so far away
way back home
on my way
way back home

long...the path is so long
long...but it makes me strong
live how you want to live
you...have so much to give
time...moves so slow
soon...it will be time to go

feel…what you need to me
see...so much to see
find...find you close to me

see what you find
waiting for you
home is the place
heart is true
feeling of warmth
sense of relief
found your place
now you believe

on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home
on my way
way back home
i can't stay
way back home

Weird Science

I am the Slime
Frank Zappa

I am gross and perverted
I’m obsessed and deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed
I am the tool of the government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think I’m delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin’ out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t go for help, no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks
Don’t touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin’ along on your living room floor
I am the slime from your video
Can’t stop the slime, people, look at me go

Miracle Park

How do you convince a person to open up a space in their life for miracles? How do you convince someone to ask the universe for help?

Language / Order / Time / Intention / Message / Communication / Sender / Receiver / Understanding / Misunderstanding / Adjustment / Awakening / Rebirth / Death / The Sun / The Children / Love / Joy / Evolution / Perfection / Disaster / Growth / Love

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Kinesiology

Kinesiology is simple. This powerful tool is simple because it only uses your electrical chi system and your muscles. The challenge is that accurate readings require a subtle discerment. Learning to k-test is like learning to ride a bike, it takes practive. That is one of the big reasons that this site was created. Kinesiology happens to be one of those amazingly simple things in life just that are available to anyone with Positive Intentions.

How long will it take to learn Kinesiology?

This depends on the individual and their spiritual development and their intention. Small children can learn to do kinesiology in about five minutes. My guess is that they learn faster because their consciousness is more of a blank slate, this means that they have fewer positionalities. The thought that they couldn't do it never occurred to them. The innocence of a child sees no barriers.

The more you practice the faster you will gain mastery. The key is to have fun with it. If you run into a challenge, ask yourself, "What can I learn from this?" God will reward your patience.

The reason people struggle with kineisology is that they're used to a complex intellectual understanding and kinsiology calibrates at 600. That puts it out of the realm of the Intellect.

How does k-testing work?
The kinesiological response is a simple yes or no response to a single stimulus. The stimulus can be substance or a simple statement. If the stimulus is beneficial and supports life, the muscles test strong. If the stimulus is not beneficial, the muscles will test weak. The response is very quick and brief

A critical understanding is that the kinesiological test measures the level of Truth of a stimulus. Just like in the real world something either exists or it does not exist.This is a subtle understanding, so to further explain think about electricity. The lightbulb lights your room either gets electical power or it does not get electical power. Non-electric current does not flow throught the wires to turn off the light. The electical current stops and in that instant the light turns out.

Whatever our life essence is, it work in much the same way. There is either life or no-life. So the k-test measures if something strengthens this life energy. If the stimulus is beneficial, the test subject will test strong.

Third Eye Pumpkin

it's his inner pumpkin, get it?

about the plate...

airheads = rainbowroll / seaweed / ginger
nerds = salmon eggs
sour worms = octopus
yellow skttles = yellowtail
green skittles = wasabi

use your mental chopsticks, you'll get it.

just passing through

(look for the deer)

Sand
phish

If you can heal the symptoms
But not affect the cause
It's quite a bit like trying to heal
A gunshot wound with gauze

If you instead attempt to wrest
The pistol from the hand
Then I would not be able to
Equate my life with sand

Flowing through the hourglass
Pushing through the funnel
Turn once more while racing
All your siblings for the tunnel

Slide and let the silicone
Embrace you as you fall
Then bounce and land you let
Your brothers crush you to the wall

I would choose my own religion
And worship my own spirit
But if he ever preached to me
I wouldn't want to hear it

I'd drop him, a forgotten god,
Languishing in shame
And then if I hit stormy seas
I'd have myself to blame

Throw the Pumpkin at the Tree

(unless you think that pumpkin holds your destiny,
cast it off into the sea, bake that pie and eat it with me)

"it's go WEST, young man."

from Boulder: I have made it to the mountains and it feels good. Revelations come in tongues, come in sweets and come in sours and come in all sorts of hidden, archetypal flavors. In the mountains my tongue is sensitive to the receptions the earth offers this far above the sea, this close to the sun. A delicate balance and the nerve not to run, it’s not a race this close to the sun.

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Going to California
Led Zepplin

Spent my days with a woman unkind,
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start,
Going to california with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there’s a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane,
Never let them tell you that they’re all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey,
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I’ll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king;
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings.
La la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin’ to find a woman who’s never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.

Jesus on the Mainline (tell him what you want to)

I’ve been traveling every direction but east for a while now, bound to make home sometime soon. It’s been hard to find many hot spots so I’ve got some catching up to do on the BLOG. I’ll start here and go from there…

Keller Williams made a swing through Texas and I was lucky enough to catch a few shows, setlists below. Setlists are incomplete because it’s hard to remember to come down out of the sound to write down the song sometimes, but I do my best. My old professor and friend Dr. Barnard came with me to the Gypsy show just so he could see what all the fuss was about, and I must say it’s nice to have a peer in you. The Theremin blew his mind, of course, and I think the telepathic static theory came to light for him.

The questions is, how does he know what’s going on in my head, and who told him?

Keller at the Gypsy Tea Room in Dallas 10/21/05

Set I: Tuning Jam > Welcome to 2003-25 > Vacate > You May Be Right > Chicken Train, Bird Song, Landlord, Novelty Song, No Habla, Pebbles, “I gotta get down”, Black Sheep, Kidney in a Cooler > Drive My Car
Set II: Ricky Don’t Lose that Number > Teenage Wasteland, Mullet Song, new song, Sing For My Dinner, Boob Job > Freeker, Fuel for the Road
Encore: Eyes of the World

Notes: The Gypsy Tea Room is a special venue for Keller seeing as how one of his songs, Kidney in a Cooler, is about one time when he was on his way to play here and his car broke down, she had to deliver the kidney, deep ellum blues etc. So of course there are some expectations for him to do something special with this song each time, so this time, he played the entire song on his new beat-box toy, sitting down, without every touching his guitar. This was truly a first, a fantastic first.
Set two I missed him walk out on stage but the Teenage Wasteland seemed incredibly appropriate to the Dallas crowd. I remember last year he covered “Diamonds on the sole sof her Shoes” which was fitting too. Keller seems to aim for the young and lost crowd because it’s a ripe time to show them the light. Good work buddy, keep it up.
For the encore he polled the crowd, narrowing it down between Nirvana and the grateful Dead, then the dead original stuff vs. stuff they covered, then between Eyes of the World and ‘Till the morning comes, then played Eyes of the World since he’s got trippy ass eyeballs behind him these days. So many layers to peel I know.

Keller at Stubb’s BBQ in Austin 10/22/05

Set 1: tuning jam, In the Middle, Illegal Smile, new song, Bath of Fire > Tribe, “it’s just a shot away”, India > Stayin’ Alive, Kielbasa Sausage, Celebrate Your Youth, Alligator Ally, Vabeeotchee, Gate Crashers Suck, Shakedown Street, Portapotty
Set II: Mighty Quinn, Bob Rules > Big Ass Crater > Bob Rules, Longview, Jellyfish jam > Breathe, Poncho and Lefty, Tumbleweed, Freakshow > The Joker, ninja, Above the Thunder, Instra > St. Stephen > Best Feeling
Encore: Redemption Song

Notes: Stubb’s is an awesome venue as is, outdoors, and the night was beautiful. This show really was terrific with all sorts of covers I’d never heard. He is on point, if anyone has this show please pass it my way.


and always remember, I SEE THE JESUS INSIDE OF YOU!