Welcome back Spring, now updated!!

I've Updated this post by adding this sweet poster collection I ran into while looking for reference on eyeballs.



Fantastic animation about the end of the world. Courtesy of David and Laurent Nicolas of Partizan Lab

Also here's a nifty little toy
Essentially it is the Photoshop dropper tool in real life.



And here is a nasty little gallery of hilarious art.




R.

And they will be fed.

Ok, so I've finished reading the following books

The Universe is a Green Dragon
by Brian Swimme

Befriending the Earth
By Thomas Berry with Thomas S.J.

Gaia
by J.E. Lovelock

The Universe Story
By Brian Swimme and Thomas Berry



Here's a picture inspired by this work that I've completed.


These books were a lot to take in, and I feel the better for going through them. I've learned about the big picture of the organization/process that has bought us to the now. About how it is our resposibility to be aware of this story which we are a part of. No matter how many religions and perspectives, they are all one story with one source leading up to us.
I've also gone to watch V for Vendetta and Syriana within the weekend and I've been left with a mind that is spinning and questioning of the world, though these products of imaginations can be reffered to as celluloid distractions they too carry the message.
Everything does, every atom has the one story within, our bodies and waste.

We cannot ignore our evolution, we must be mindful of our actions and choices. The time will come when the horror of the world will fully stand before us and we must remember who we are. No matter how bad it gets, there is always a way.


I found these works to be very reassuring that no matter what the process continues. They also remind me of the hermetic teachings, "above as below."
Change yourself and the world will follow. Opstimistic? Perhaps.
I still believe in my power. In the power of ideas.

Just reading about how the universe formed, how it developped from hopelessness to miracles.
We are all in it together, lets not fight it. We can all get out together, out of our lies.
Freedom through knowlede, knowledge from within.
We can't be alone, ever.

Let our wish be the wish of the earth. Let us look and partake in communion within.



R.

From a chat

the thing is, apperently conciousness can be explained as a quantum process

perhaps the satori is coming into contact with the eternal pool of the quantum world

where there is a void of everything and everywhen

a real contradiction and we're the harvesters

drawing lines in this sand

deciding what is real and what isnt?

yes

a little job given to us

does this go into why you wanted handwriting?

yes

everthing I believe in goes in that

its still hard to categoraze the sublime I find

I like the theories and thoughts, fruits of the imagination

but the real is unseen

and untold

I can grasp, but sometimes you just have to stand there

I think there are idea-creatures powered by the intent of us. like mirrors of mercury waiting to tell us the secrets we already know

and any supernatural visitor or god just comes and holds a mirror to everything

the great fear that it is us after all

by us, I don't mean to say just us humans

we're the expression, that has the gift of understanding

gift-curse type deal

we took the bite of the apple

now we know, and we know a lot

and I'm rambling about what you already know.



R.

The green flame within

Yesterday came and I spent the sunset in a hidden swingset, going up into the blue and down into the snow covered bricks and glass. On my walk home I studied the perspective of my enviroment, thought about what to do with my gift.
I have a constant worry in the back of my neck, that I am wasting my potential with the mundane. That my dreams will dillute in the concrete and I will be sick and asleep, wrapped in plastic.

I refuse to give in, to let my insides fall out. I worry about what's to be done in the world of tomorrow, but I squander my moment. I have things to do, things I neglect. Books I promised I would read, pictures and stories to be told. I know that I have to focus on my promises before I can move on.

I will do what needs to be done, then take on the next. One step at the time.


Here's a round up of interesting links I've come across.

Mandala creation, by tibetan monks.
they carefully create the mandala with sand, the intricate designs contain meme-deites, much like the geometrical contructs of the psychedelic.

Reflecting the divine, one grain of sand at the time.

Looking for something to listen to while surfing the lower rings of the self aware net?
How about the soothing voice of Terrence Mckenna telling you about the machine elves and psilocybin?

Here it is in the Psychedelic Salon.

last but not least, when you're feeling down, sometimes the simplest of advice can really make a difference. Bypass the contemporary cynicism by gazing onto these beautiful pieces of love.
Good advice!



That's it for today.
Please leave a comment if you stumbled across this, I'd like to know who's looking in.

R.

Princes of the universe

ere we are, Born to be kings,
We're the princes of the universe,
Here we belong, Fighting to survive,
In a world with the darkest powers,
And here we are, We're the princes of the universe,
Here we belong, Fighting for survival,
We've come to be the rules of your world,
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings,
I have no rival, No man can bemy equal,
Take me to the future of your world,
Born to be kings, Princes of the universe,
Fighting and free, Got your world in my hand,
I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand,
We were born to be princes of the universe,
No man could understand. My power is in my own hand,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, People talk about you,
People say you've had your day,
I'm a man that will go far,
Fly the moon and reach for the stars,
With my sword and head held high,
Got to pass the test first time - yeah,
I know that people talk about me I hear it every day,
But I can prove you worng cos I'm right first time,
Yeah. Yeah. Alright, Wathc this man fly,
Bring on the girls,
Here We are. Born to be kings. We're the princes of
the universe. Here we belong. Born to be kings,
Princes of the universe. Fighting and free,
Got the world in my hands. I'm here for your love,
And I'll make my stand,
We were born to be princes of the universe.

Thanks freddie.

R.

Time and the heavenly city

Promethea a go go
keep my peeps open
twin snake drive
inspire and catch.


R.

Abandoned brick factory.

that was fun, cold...but fun.


R.

at work

ah, the things we do.

Plus a pic of Goliath made by yours trully.







R.

Don't hit the reality Snooze

Came across a cheesy looking website with a profound message. I won't link the site, because this isn't about esthetics, it's about the message.

"You came into this life with a plan and a purpose. And you have an awesome power at your command. It lays silently inside, waiting. . . But you need to wake up and remember. Remember who you really are. Remember what you came here to do. And remember the awesome power. It is of great consequence that you do. I do realize that this must sound pretty crazy to you. But let me assure you; it is the truth. I wish there was something I could say or do that could instantly snap you out of it, but it doesn't work that way."

"Waking up is a process. Plato described it clearly in The Republic, (Book VII; The Cave) And even though that was over two thousand years ago, he wasn't the first. The Vedas, the oldest written records of mankind, are road maps left behind by awakened ones. They tell of the various techniques and methods they used to wake up from this somnambulistic, dream-like state that we human beings live in."

"Imagine that! The very first entry in the journal of mankind is a call to awaken. It tells us that we human beings are not who we think we are; it calls upon us to awaken from this sleep-like state, and remember that we are so very much more than we think we are. And it describes the power. And ever since, artists, saints, and poets, throughout all the ages, have endeavored to call our attention to this higher and truer state of existence."

I believe that our world, defined by our perceptions and programming has led us in a path of destruction and fire. I do not see this as a negative factor, in the great scheme of things negative and positive are just degrees of measure, it all is one thing, it's one story.



For us to be great and to rise above we need to be at the bottom, in the shallow pools of our consciousness, waiting to be evaporated and brought back in to the air. To be the rain that falls down on the Earth and oceans. We need to reconnect.




I find it hard to be connected when I live in such a glittery world of technological hysteria and cancer-like greed. I watch them walk and talk about how they want more and how they want and want. I have gotten everything I wanted... I now ask myself what do I need?

I need truth, no more sarcasm. No more absent mindedness, the key is in attention to the details, the little things that make it all worthwhile. I refuse to let my mind be taken by programs, by a pop song. I want my brain to breathe pure and free.

I want to make the sacrifice, to give my attention and love.

I won't walk away when resposiblity calls.

I found a moment of connection this past weekend in a get away trip to London Ontario, I went there to train with my friend Jonathan, whom is right now a belt away from Black Belt in Kung Fu.
We went to a park outside of the heavy urban area, down Wonderland road, by a native open museum onto a sprawling park of sleeping trees and white ice.
In the snow covered mud and rocks we ran and jumped over streams of water, leaving our tracks by the ones of the inhabitants of the forest.
It was there when the world of the unadulterated nature made its way into my lungs and blood. My blood felt like fire, the air was ice down my throat. Taking it all in I found myself as a functioning pat of the woods, not as a visitor, but as a component.

On the way back from London we were walking by the river Thames across from a large park, there was a bright full moon over us, like a dancer that swings veils of blue clouds to an eternal song. I looked up, took that image in and gave a silent prayer of gratitude.

That was my key, to be grateful. No matter how things can get there's always something to be grateful about and when you give that out, when you put that emotion in the open, the world responds and sees you as a participating part of it. It is the communion that we have left behind, to be grateful to everything also means to be grateful to yourself.

It is them most empowering feeling, gratitude/love.



Thank you.



R.