and never for each other shall we feel
as we may feel, till we have sympathy
with nature in her forms inanimate,
with objects such as have no power to hold
articulate language.
in all forms of things there is a mind.

wordsworth

i just wondered if whether all the energy i used to put into dancing had somehow transformed itself into a "whoooossssssshhhhhhhhhhh" in the head

diddy nation

comin down the stairs just then i sensed this very small little old man in me running along the road on a film. he's wearing kind of metallic green and running. mister diddy.

ridin down the desert highway. angles stretched. the b lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr as the car whizzzzzeess by. today must be my lucky day. brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hand out of the window desert desert electricity pylons silver sun

dirk wears white sox

telescopicandromedaic

fightin in the playground

journey to someone's parallel universe

ladies and gentlemen..... we present ....theee superatomics

homage to miffy wherever she b whoever she is?

tish tish bang bang (where does that come from? does anyone know?) maybe poland?

this is a journey through my mind

i wonder if one day we'll be able to build a universal mind. thats one of the big questions isnt it, can that happen?

woooo its herne

space

we've built a new space. a completely different space. cyber space. think about it. we've created space. we've created space. thats very big. what does that say about what we think about space? about 3d space. could 3d space actually not be the end of space? we've created cyberspace? what space is that in? ganja!

prototype outkast listen to

A HISTORICAL FIND in the year 3200

the future the year 3200
she walks across the desert. and the sun shines its brilliance all over the plain. for miles to see or either side just desert dashing off in all directions towards the horizon. she senses no city no distant humming signifiying life.
she stops to survey 360.
her mind must have changed since she started on the journey. when that was she could remember when she began, but how many nights and days had lapsed by she couldnt remember at all.
so her mind must have changed. literally. physically. mentally.
she looked up at the sky. vast sundrenched blue arching its way like a dome. as if u were at the centre of a soap bubble and looking outwards and beyond. she hadnt seen this before. this kind of landscape. there was somehow more warmth about it, it kind of pulled you in on waves. she could breath easier. she had stopped and she had thought and this was a great moment for her. just to stop and think.
her reason for coming this way?
the distance between the old civilisations and the new civilisations is huge. in whatever way you wanted to measure it, it is huge. light years? the Shift had been so sudden that it seems like yesterday, it didnt happen gradually you see, it happened like a shift from one blink to another. everything had changed. it was like something had happened to every one of the atoms in the body at once, like they had spun. and here she was now a desert queen. this dry hot air suits her skin and this warmth she absorbs like breathing it in to every cell in her body. and out again. and in again. and out again. and in again.
there had been nothing left of the days before the Shift. they could find nothing the same. the world had changed beyond all recognition. she had been walking mainly through the valleys across hills of soft green grass, and then through mountains, gleaming with snow in the dark night, and stars (still the stars) were so close and the sky from the top of the mountain was huge.
but they had sent news from over the desert. they had found a sea. far far away. the desert was so vast. that had been the first news. the second news which quite staggered them. it was almost unthinkable. it couldnt be true. nothing else remained of their world but this. it seemed on the edge of a lonely sea where there is a pink sky and the mists rise so high, they have found a square silver metallic geometrically perfect box. and in this square silver metallic geometrically perfect box they found the ------------

ancestor worship

do we remember the feelings of our ancestors? do we feel the feelings of them? do we feel how they felt? they are in us. we carry them like a long memory stretching from the back of the head all the way back all the way back
(i feel like u shud say amen or something)

who were the toltecs?

The Toltecs (or Toltec or Tolteca) were a Pre-Columbian Native American people who dominated much of central Mexico between the 10th and 12th century AD. Their language, Nahuatl, was also spoken by the Aztecs.
what happened to all their gold? does anyone know?
still hidden in a valley long shadow of the sun on the rock wall
to mark the place where the treasure lays? and who's goin to get it? what will happen to all
their treasure?

callin the third wise man!

earlier i thought james could be one of the three wise men . and then i thought maybe i was another ; if u were the one other let me know

im jedi master

the beginning of the four tops reach out ill be there is a brilliant introduction- one of the best ever.

the dance of the atoms- these are beautiful- i looked for them for ages

kayne west

can anyone explain?

i just had a thought-
what if we meet each other, for example, we both go past each other in the street, we had some physical contact, maybe just being next to each other in the street, but neither of us noticed each other, but we did meet. would that meeting actually have existed and if so thru who's perspective? where does that meeting exist? where was it seen? was it really seen ?if it happened, did it happen? where did we walk by each other at that time? in someone's head? in space? where did that happen?
or am i thinkin into that too much?

the genes speak for theee

The genes and the angels jason



This is a message from the genes, which I feel compelled to write down. I had some grapes green and red and some apple juice and a little smoke and I was on the deck and the neighbour across from me was laying in her garden on a deckchair in the sum listenin to some really mellow music. And I kind of felt attached to her like she knew I was standing there sort of dancing up and down the deck and she in her garden- it was just like we really subtly noticed each other, and then I heard the genes, or actually it was at that part that I think I felt the coming of the genes, a kind of horde of blue like deep underwater blue like seeing to the bottom of a really blue sea. And the things that moved there. And there they were , the genes moving swiftly forward on a really fast current in that underwater blue and so much light like gold stars whizzing by. And they spoke to me- that was the thing- they spoke to me and told me:”We are the Angels,” they said, “we are the angels”.
And I felt like I was listening to them. And then suddenly I knew that I had to write it down quickly. And it did make me ask the question what if the genes are the angels, what if?............











If (inspired by prototype outkast)



If is one of the biggest biggest words
It drives the mind forward
Swimming thru time and space
And the swim becomes a dance
And stop
And then pull it thru
Star rays and sunlight and jellyfish
A garden
A car outside a hedge outside of a red brick house the hot metal dazzling in the sun
Eileen
The green
Everything slo-mo
In sloooooooooooooooooooooooo moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Slo-mo yeah
I think im in love again




My cherie amour

It turned out rather not to be a cherie amour tho
More like a luv 2 luv 2 luv ya




Nigga what? Nigga who?
Nigga what? Nigga who?
Deep n dark shit
Deep
Basement deep
Bassment deep
Sound distorted
Comin and goin in winds
Underground shit
Timbaland shit
98 bee-yatch



the genes and the angels part II

well they came to tell me something
I hope they come back
They are very welcome
Im sure they came for a reason
It seems so obvious when u see it like that
( I could get a posthumous prize for having realized this
I could be one of the new pioneers like the zavaronies and the osmands were
To theirs
No im aiming too low.


And anyway
That’s not the fame I seek.
Its actually really nice just sittin here in the window in the evening light writing and tryin to be peaceful with myself. I like some peace. So im about to put on some more music and get some more grapes. ( I have a feeling grapes were important earlier on.)

But anyway the whole point of this smokey thing that I wanted to tell was about
The genes and the angels.


Marcia moore I think her name was.
People should read karl jansens book on ketamine. Ketamine gives u this whole other huge way of looking at the world
Its like space travel
Maybe the real space travel
Maybe that’s what it is
That’s how we’ll travel in the future
When the doors are cleansed
Ive seen how huge the mind is
Like being somewhere on the way to being at the speed of light
Traveling
But in this book the story of Marcia moore.
For some reason her story really touched me.
The end

Boys roll by in red trucks.

Space travel
What is space?
Where is it?
I was thinking earlier
About what was at the heart of the electron
Nothing but some potential filled waves not actual not real but willing to be and just about to be realized and nothing seems to control that
At least not anything that we’ve understood yet.
Just these sparks of possibility these dense patches of probabilities and then this tiny group the inner circle of the high possibilities and then the actual one the actual one being touched and then transcending from probabilities and bursting into realization an actuality caused by a fire and a light and an even more powerful energy
It is real
It become s real
That is the recipe for reality if what ive read is correct
And I have read it correctly
That is the fabric of this huge 3 dimensional movement
We are all moving
We are all moving together
It can be in either slo mo
Or fast
We can control time
We can slow it down just by sloooooowin it down
Everything breezy
Everything easy
Just slow it down
Just slow it down
There
You
Got time to slow down


That one little moment of creation
That is creation
And it must be happenin all the time
Every single nano second (of course even smaller)of a moment in time
It is created as it is being touched by another

What happened to the music?


Live goes so fast
Another reading tip
Aldous Huxley perennial philosophy
Story of li-lou and the emperor huang.
Li lou lived in the reign of the emperor huang
He is said to have been able to distinguish the point of a soft hair at a distance of one hundred places
I didn’t understand that for a while
And his eyesight was extraordinary

Some movie car chase jazz stops at the lights
A piano riff
The engine purrs and the jazzy car drives off




Home boy I came to party
Your boy was lookin at me


You are the prototype
I think Im in love again
Did I write that earlier


I heard it through the grape vine
After some time
Mmmm that’s that soft girly harmony comin right at the end
That’s what makes that that is that time anyway

papa im in trouble deep papa im losing sleep
but i made up my mind -

"YAZOOOO!"
cut to camera four read:

what does she have on her mind?
in which way has she made up in her mind?

is she going to keep or not keep her baby?

we'll find out next week so make sure you tune in..........