I love this story (cheers to Brian Visiondanz on facebook)
Did Woodstock hippies lead to US financial collapse?
Chicago – A new film is gaining traction among tea-party followers for suggesting that the collapse of the US financial system has roots dating back 40 years to the Summer of Love.
“Generation Zero,” a film set to premiere in March, examines what producer David Bossie says is a “historic perspective on a generational change” that led to the September 2008 bank collapse. Mr. Bossie says generational narcissism, as represented by the 1969 Woodstock Festival, is responsible for the excessive spending, mortgage crisis, and recklessness on Wall Street...
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Showing posts with label Zippy Buddhist post-rave philosophy (shit). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zippy Buddhist post-rave philosophy (shit). Show all posts
February 27, 2010
May 02, 2009
PERSONAL SHIT
Yeah I haven't written any personal shit for a while. I feel as if I am doing all the right things but noticing my general lack of enthusiasm about doing them. Brian posted a link to the Essene Gospels on facebook. I took a look and I must admit they focused me back onto thoughts I have been having for a long while about fasting and general clean living inducing a better state of mind.
I am fascinated by this Hindu/Buddhist vegetarian version of Jesus, and the translation of "demons" as the worms and caked on shit which come out of your arse through colonic irrigation and boils coming out of your skin when you fast.
..."Seek, therefore, a large trailing gourd, having a stalk the length of a man; take out its inwards and fill it with water from the river which the sun has warmed. Hang it upon the branch of a tree, and kneel upon the ground before the angel of water, and suffer the end of the stalk of the trailing gourd to enter your hinder parts, that the water may flow through all your bowels. Afterwards rest kneeling on the ground before the angel of water and pray to the living God that he will forgive you all your past sins, and pray the angel of water that he will free your body from every uncleanness and disease. Then let the water run out from your body, that it may carry away from within it all the unclean and evil-smelling things of Satan. And you shall see with your eyes and smell with your nose all the abominations, and uncleannesses which defiled the temple of your body; even all the sins which abode in your body, tormenting you with all manner of pains. I tell you truly, baptism with water frees you from all of these. Renew your baptizing with water on every day of your fast, till the day when you see that the water which flows out of you is as pure as the river's foam..."
Moving from bodily functions to all this Police stuff recently I feel a bit of a plan coming on. I call it Robocop 3 theory. Have you seen it? The one where the Police and the squatters team up against evil coporations? Its going to happen. Its got to be worth a go. I'm going to try and do some digging behind the scenes to see who is up for it.
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I am fascinated by this Hindu/Buddhist vegetarian version of Jesus, and the translation of "demons" as the worms and caked on shit which come out of your arse through colonic irrigation and boils coming out of your skin when you fast.
..."Seek, therefore, a large trailing gourd, having a stalk the length of a man; take out its inwards and fill it with water from the river which the sun has warmed. Hang it upon the branch of a tree, and kneel upon the ground before the angel of water, and suffer the end of the stalk of the trailing gourd to enter your hinder parts, that the water may flow through all your bowels. Afterwards rest kneeling on the ground before the angel of water and pray to the living God that he will forgive you all your past sins, and pray the angel of water that he will free your body from every uncleanness and disease. Then let the water run out from your body, that it may carry away from within it all the unclean and evil-smelling things of Satan. And you shall see with your eyes and smell with your nose all the abominations, and uncleannesses which defiled the temple of your body; even all the sins which abode in your body, tormenting you with all manner of pains. I tell you truly, baptism with water frees you from all of these. Renew your baptizing with water on every day of your fast, till the day when you see that the water which flows out of you is as pure as the river's foam..."
Moving from bodily functions to all this Police stuff recently I feel a bit of a plan coming on. I call it Robocop 3 theory. Have you seen it? The one where the Police and the squatters team up against evil coporations? Its going to happen. Its got to be worth a go. I'm going to try and do some digging behind the scenes to see who is up for it.
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April 23, 2007
Yeah yeah yeah
I had a dream the other day that I put a bet on the favourite in a horse race at 7 to 1. I woke up to find it was Grand National day. I cycled off to the bookies to find the favourite was about 16 to 2. It didn't feel right so I didn't put the bet on. Later I cycled into town and went into another bookies. Again it didn't feel right. I came out of the bookies and totally by chance bumped into an ex-attendee of Finsbury park mosque.
I went into another bookies and found an earlier race with a favourite at 7 to 1. I put a fiver on it to win and, sure enough, as usual on the rare occasion when I put a bet on a horse, the race was run, the commentator got really excited shouting the names of the horses in contention never once mentioning the name of my horse. I suppose I dreamt that I put the bet on, I didn't dream whether the bloody thing won or not.
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Filming the NF the other day, and a post I found on "the Nation of Duncan" have made me reexamine my motivations in an interesting way. I obviously look for the human characteristics in people that others would describe as inhuman. Why? I suppose I must still be idealistic in some sort of way. Fuck knows why.
I would enjoy doing a character study, for example,
on the guy at the end of the film who talks about Combat 18. He is interesting. A smart arse film maker might be able to gain his confidence and do a hatchet job on him. Whats the fucking point though? Its been done and solved nothing. Surely its more of a challenge to address the points they make full on, with accurate representation of what they are saying.
Why does everything on TV need to be spun to shit? What is wrong with filming what people say? Humanity really isn't hard to find. It depends how you go about it.
When I look at anti-fascist groups, and how important it is for them to label their enemy I feel sad. I think to define yourself by your enemy, which is what you are doing, is a mistake. Maybe that is Zippy Buddhist post-rave shit philosophy. I just don't feel any need to get myself into a group of people who are similar to me and shout "BAAA". Whatever the "BAAA" is about it still sounds like "BAAA" to me.
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I was discussing with a friend who is part of the Stop the War Coalition how much I hate Tony Benn et-al the back-slapping glitterati elite of "the left". I just don't believe in the power of politics to change shit. The days of "vote for me" are over. Burn your fucking rosettes. A friend bought the Mail on Sunday yesterday (cos it came with a free Tubbular Bells CD- he says). This is a Tory womens paper. In it came their own "Green Issue" supplement which included articles about Bio-fuel sports cars, Daryl Hannah's eco-hippie lifestyle and the plight of Palestinian children captives in Israel. A revolution is happening. Who needs Politicians?
I went into another bookies and found an earlier race with a favourite at 7 to 1. I put a fiver on it to win and, sure enough, as usual on the rare occasion when I put a bet on a horse, the race was run, the commentator got really excited shouting the names of the horses in contention never once mentioning the name of my horse. I suppose I dreamt that I put the bet on, I didn't dream whether the bloody thing won or not.
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Filming the NF the other day, and a post I found on "the Nation of Duncan" have made me reexamine my motivations in an interesting way. I obviously look for the human characteristics in people that others would describe as inhuman. Why? I suppose I must still be idealistic in some sort of way. Fuck knows why.
I would enjoy doing a character study, for example,
on the guy at the end of the film who talks about Combat 18. He is interesting. A smart arse film maker might be able to gain his confidence and do a hatchet job on him. Whats the fucking point though? Its been done and solved nothing. Surely its more of a challenge to address the points they make full on, with accurate representation of what they are saying.Why does everything on TV need to be spun to shit? What is wrong with filming what people say? Humanity really isn't hard to find. It depends how you go about it.
When I look at anti-fascist groups, and how important it is for them to label their enemy I feel sad. I think to define yourself by your enemy, which is what you are doing, is a mistake. Maybe that is Zippy Buddhist post-rave shit philosophy. I just don't feel any need to get myself into a group of people who are similar to me and shout "BAAA". Whatever the "BAAA" is about it still sounds like "BAAA" to me.
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I was discussing with a friend who is part of the Stop the War Coalition how much I hate Tony Benn et-al the back-slapping glitterati elite of "the left". I just don't believe in the power of politics to change shit. The days of "vote for me" are over. Burn your fucking rosettes. A friend bought the Mail on Sunday yesterday (cos it came with a free Tubbular Bells CD- he says). This is a Tory womens paper. In it came their own "Green Issue" supplement which included articles about Bio-fuel sports cars, Daryl Hannah's eco-hippie lifestyle and the plight of Palestinian children captives in Israel. A revolution is happening. Who needs Politicians?
December 23, 2005
Another great American.
Heres a Christmas message from another great American left wing thinker who wrote part of this for us ages ago. (the anti-Bush part)
Out my window I have a stone wall, it is grey. One day I looked out and saw this perfect white pigeon. Is that a peace dove I asked myself?
remember to remember.
Merry Happy Wholly Days!!! Joy to the world Peace and prosperity on Earth, Health Harmony and Happiness for everyone under the sun, for we are one!!!
Remember to do your evening movement meditations before you rest for the night. At least 21 minutes. Deep breaths remember all the way in, all the way out, ya la, sing, remember if you can talk you can sing. Remember to remember, life is a gift, and the whole point and purpose is about giving back.
For a good life, give your goodness. For goodness sake we need to spread light until
we are truly out for the count. While we are still here move and groove find your inner self, your natural rhythm and dare to share with all others who are aware that the divine dance Is the way how you come home.
Om shanti, simply. Come home to the cosmic romance, where life is Magical and Mystical.
Remember to remember. For Real.
one question, from your heart, I ask you to answer from your heart, what do you Love most about life, about living?
and if that is not hippy enough for you try these Hoppi prophesies via Skrufff mailout
and:
A key truth is that there is a DIVINE PLAN. The future belongs to those that trust in the process and are willing to go with the divine plan. The main tool for understanding this plan is the Mayan calendar.
Out my window I have a stone wall, it is grey. One day I looked out and saw this perfect white pigeon. Is that a peace dove I asked myself?
remember to remember.
Merry Happy Wholly Days!!! Joy to the world Peace and prosperity on Earth, Health Harmony and Happiness for everyone under the sun, for we are one!!!
Remember to do your evening movement meditations before you rest for the night. At least 21 minutes. Deep breaths remember all the way in, all the way out, ya la, sing, remember if you can talk you can sing. Remember to remember, life is a gift, and the whole point and purpose is about giving back.
For a good life, give your goodness. For goodness sake we need to spread light until
we are truly out for the count. While we are still here move and groove find your inner self, your natural rhythm and dare to share with all others who are aware that the divine dance Is the way how you come home.
Om shanti, simply. Come home to the cosmic romance, where life is Magical and Mystical.
Remember to remember. For Real.
one question, from your heart, I ask you to answer from your heart, what do you Love most about life, about living?
and if that is not hippy enough for you try these Hoppi prophesies via Skrufff mailout
and:
A key truth is that there is a DIVINE PLAN. The future belongs to those that trust in the process and are willing to go with the divine plan. The main tool for understanding this plan is the Mayan calendar.
December 21, 2005
A Belated Happy Thanksgiving
I meant to stick this up on Socialistwanker for thanksgiving but technical difficulties...
Anyway this is my sort of "left" if we are talking "left" from an American friend of mine in London.
Happy Thanksgiving today to all my friends who are not with me in the flesh...
This is just an update...
Being an American in exile having not lived in my country of birth for such a long time.. and not really keeping up with the American holidays, I took the decision to actually celebrate this Thanksgiving tradition tonight...for the first time in many years. I will even indulge in turkey, I decided.
I have not eaten the bird, nor any of his close cousins, for ten or more years but today I am living in the loving light of non-duality; That the God/the gods don't really care what I eat for lunch, they created tofu and turkey with the same thought. (As you will read below, it is an irony for the vegetarians that they are probably better off ethically to eat the bird instead of the bean anyway, as it turns out)..
Also, I had am auspicious invitation to join in Thanksgiving turkey dinner from a friend, Loki, who just appeared in England last week. Loki is as wild as in character as they come... He has traveled more than anyone I know. Thousands of miles all over the face of the Earth. He's lived in China and at the foot of Mt. Kailash in Tibet for a while, and he once rode a wild horse all the way from Tierre del Fuego to Mexico, only to barbecue it and eat it upon completion of his journey. .. He definitely plays with your preconcepts of what is 'good' and 'bad'.... so I thought I would break the turkey wish-bone with him tonight. A sayer of sooths and a caster of runes, he Loki is here to stir the pot, and I always bump into him unexpectedly, without appointment, at various points on the planet .
..India, Brasil, Costa Rica, America...and always at major crossroads in my life. He always gives me a very good and prophetic reading of the rune stones which he carries with him everywhere .
The name 'Loki' is from the Norse pantheon of gods. Loki is the god of mischief, the Coyote trickster, connected with fire and magic, and can assume many different shapes.
... Horse, Falcon, Fly.
This Loki I know lives up to his namesake...in fact he has changed name and form many times.. once called Flo, then Wolfsey.. but always the same infectious laughter, and he increasingly resembles a Sith from the Star Wars trilogy, or a wizard from the Lord of the Rings.
Face paint, black hooded cloak, and carrying a tall staff with a skull&crossbones flag.
We went together, Loki and I, with some Tibetan friends of mine, to meet with the Dalai Lama a few nights ago - at the Hilton Hotel at Heathrow airport. It was a very impromptu, last minute invitation and a rather exclusive gathering, only a handful of people and all Tibetan except us. I am not a follower of the Dalai Lama in the strictest sense, I don't have a photo of him on my wall, but I was in the right place at the right time.. and I suppose having Loki in my company might have had something to do with the gods cutting the deck in this way.
The Tibetans had a lot of reverence for Loki as he has lived at Mount Kailiash and had the appearance of a Bon Po shaman from old old Tibet. What was more funny was how Loki and I had been discussing the Dalai Lama throughout the day... how Loki and I are both born the same year, 1971, in Chinese this being the Year of the Pig.. and the D.Lama is also a Pig.
Loki and I had been discussing our Pig-like attributes - somewhat messy, but friendly with everyone. As well we discussed the Dalai Lama and the fact that George Bush had been speaking in defence of his Holiness to the Chinese government that very same day, as had been reported in the newspapers.
I felt a sense of warmth towards George Bush that he had been taking a stand for freedom of expression in a country where such freedom is little tolerated. For Thanksgiving Bush was in the news cavorting with Mongolian tribal chieftains, drinking horse's milk and sitting in a yurt making the wise observation that Mongolia is just like Texas:-
'Huge skies, vast horizons.. and was settled by men on horseback just like where I come from'.
... If only he would spend some time in the Amazon, and perhaps bring awareness to what is going on there. . and perhaps call up the Chinese on this. I went to a premiere of a new Greenpeace film about the destruction of the Amazon last week and as was confirmed to me, most of it is being slashed and burned to grow soy beans.
China's insatiable demand for proteins as well as oil is turning Brazil into the takeaway for the workforce of the world. .. and all the trees of the Amazon are being reduced to ashes to make room for more crops at a rate of 12 football fields per MINUTE, or a forest the size of Israel being destroyed every 12 months.
Some of the trunks of these great ancient trees are so huge that their embers glow on and off for more than two years after they have been slashed and burned. You just can't see the wood for the beans anymore. .. and even if Dubya were to be told by the voice of God to stop his Texan chainsaw massacre on the environment at this point, we would still have to persuade China whose reach is now covering the world.
China is losing a lot of its arable land to cities, factories and roads.. and must now import millions of kilocalories to fuel its growing appetite. .. not to mention lakes of oil.
Most of the protein is coming in the form of soya beans from the Amazon, used to fatten the pigs, poultry and fish for the dinner tables of the worlds most populous country.
What this deforestation of the Amazon spells for global warming is ecological madness. At this rate it seems that we are all as good as microwaved chop-suey...
or will we be poached? .... Would you like fries with that ??
and it did not escape me that as we left the Greenpeace film we were each given a little handy bag with a DVD copy of the film, plus a pair of silk lavender scented eye blindfolds (for wearing at night)..as a takeaway present..
Time to focus our gaze inward, perhaps ?? To see what it is that is witness to all of this but canot be touched by all of this...and begin to live our lives from this place on. Maybe then and only then the world will begin to heal....
I once had a Chinese fortune cookie that said 'Worry is preposterous' ..
...so I guess it better to live in the 'wonder' rather than the ' worry' about the future....wonder is worry without the anxiety. Better to function well in our own little way and just keep wondering..and live in the light of non-closure.
Who knows? Maybe we will all wake up at the critical moment, like the lowly and slovenly and rather stupid caterpillar ..which is very short-sighted and cannot see the bigger sky for the bigger picture... and this caterpillar just crawls around and keeps eating and eating to no end, consuming to the point of killing itself through over-eating (much like the majority of human species on the planet today)...
So it eats itself to death. It begins to be attacked by the same sort of juices that earlier in life it had used to digest its food...But within the caterpillar are certain cells called 'imaginal' cells which have remained asleep but then at the point of the caterpillar's death they awaken and flash on like lights, and begin linking up with each other...so at the point of finality when it seems the caterpillar (or the Earth, as the case may be) is reaching final death, a quantum shift occurs where the caterpillar suddenly becomes a butterfly...like a phoenix rising from the ashes of its former self...
Maybe an increasing number of people, imaginal cells, will start to link up till a critical mass, threshold, is reached .. and then the shift will happen and it will appear that the what we think we are, what is 'human' , bears no resemblance to what we really are...and the Earth was just a cocoon for this...an opportunity for us to awake to our true identity...
The Devil arrives but then the Angel arrives a moment after.
Like the Dalai Lama, we are all in exile somehow....
but somehow always at home in the wonder and unpredictablity of it all....
Give thanks for today ... and stay optmistic...
love, light & tofurkey...
*** chad
Anyway this is my sort of "left" if we are talking "left" from an American friend of mine in London.
Happy Thanksgiving today to all my friends who are not with me in the flesh...
This is just an update...
Being an American in exile having not lived in my country of birth for such a long time.. and not really keeping up with the American holidays, I took the decision to actually celebrate this Thanksgiving tradition tonight...for the first time in many years. I will even indulge in turkey, I decided.
I have not eaten the bird, nor any of his close cousins, for ten or more years but today I am living in the loving light of non-duality; That the God/the gods don't really care what I eat for lunch, they created tofu and turkey with the same thought. (As you will read below, it is an irony for the vegetarians that they are probably better off ethically to eat the bird instead of the bean anyway, as it turns out)..
Also, I had am auspicious invitation to join in Thanksgiving turkey dinner from a friend, Loki, who just appeared in England last week. Loki is as wild as in character as they come... He has traveled more than anyone I know. Thousands of miles all over the face of the Earth. He's lived in China and at the foot of Mt. Kailash in Tibet for a while, and he once rode a wild horse all the way from Tierre del Fuego to Mexico, only to barbecue it and eat it upon completion of his journey. .. He definitely plays with your preconcepts of what is 'good' and 'bad'.... so I thought I would break the turkey wish-bone with him tonight. A sayer of sooths and a caster of runes, he Loki is here to stir the pot, and I always bump into him unexpectedly, without appointment, at various points on the planet .
..India, Brasil, Costa Rica, America...and always at major crossroads in my life. He always gives me a very good and prophetic reading of the rune stones which he carries with him everywhere .
The name 'Loki' is from the Norse pantheon of gods. Loki is the god of mischief, the Coyote trickster, connected with fire and magic, and can assume many different shapes.
... Horse, Falcon, Fly.
This Loki I know lives up to his namesake...in fact he has changed name and form many times.. once called Flo, then Wolfsey.. but always the same infectious laughter, and he increasingly resembles a Sith from the Star Wars trilogy, or a wizard from the Lord of the Rings.
Face paint, black hooded cloak, and carrying a tall staff with a skull&crossbones flag.
We went together, Loki and I, with some Tibetan friends of mine, to meet with the Dalai Lama a few nights ago - at the Hilton Hotel at Heathrow airport. It was a very impromptu, last minute invitation and a rather exclusive gathering, only a handful of people and all Tibetan except us. I am not a follower of the Dalai Lama in the strictest sense, I don't have a photo of him on my wall, but I was in the right place at the right time.. and I suppose having Loki in my company might have had something to do with the gods cutting the deck in this way.
The Tibetans had a lot of reverence for Loki as he has lived at Mount Kailiash and had the appearance of a Bon Po shaman from old old Tibet. What was more funny was how Loki and I had been discussing the Dalai Lama throughout the day... how Loki and I are both born the same year, 1971, in Chinese this being the Year of the Pig.. and the D.Lama is also a Pig.
Loki and I had been discussing our Pig-like attributes - somewhat messy, but friendly with everyone. As well we discussed the Dalai Lama and the fact that George Bush had been speaking in defence of his Holiness to the Chinese government that very same day, as had been reported in the newspapers.
I felt a sense of warmth towards George Bush that he had been taking a stand for freedom of expression in a country where such freedom is little tolerated. For Thanksgiving Bush was in the news cavorting with Mongolian tribal chieftains, drinking horse's milk and sitting in a yurt making the wise observation that Mongolia is just like Texas:-
'Huge skies, vast horizons.. and was settled by men on horseback just like where I come from'.
... If only he would spend some time in the Amazon, and perhaps bring awareness to what is going on there. . and perhaps call up the Chinese on this. I went to a premiere of a new Greenpeace film about the destruction of the Amazon last week and as was confirmed to me, most of it is being slashed and burned to grow soy beans.
China's insatiable demand for proteins as well as oil is turning Brazil into the takeaway for the workforce of the world. .. and all the trees of the Amazon are being reduced to ashes to make room for more crops at a rate of 12 football fields per MINUTE, or a forest the size of Israel being destroyed every 12 months.
Some of the trunks of these great ancient trees are so huge that their embers glow on and off for more than two years after they have been slashed and burned. You just can't see the wood for the beans anymore. .. and even if Dubya were to be told by the voice of God to stop his Texan chainsaw massacre on the environment at this point, we would still have to persuade China whose reach is now covering the world.
China is losing a lot of its arable land to cities, factories and roads.. and must now import millions of kilocalories to fuel its growing appetite. .. not to mention lakes of oil.
Most of the protein is coming in the form of soya beans from the Amazon, used to fatten the pigs, poultry and fish for the dinner tables of the worlds most populous country.
What this deforestation of the Amazon spells for global warming is ecological madness. At this rate it seems that we are all as good as microwaved chop-suey...
or will we be poached? .... Would you like fries with that ??
and it did not escape me that as we left the Greenpeace film we were each given a little handy bag with a DVD copy of the film, plus a pair of silk lavender scented eye blindfolds (for wearing at night)..as a takeaway present..
Time to focus our gaze inward, perhaps ?? To see what it is that is witness to all of this but canot be touched by all of this...and begin to live our lives from this place on. Maybe then and only then the world will begin to heal....
I once had a Chinese fortune cookie that said 'Worry is preposterous' ..
...so I guess it better to live in the 'wonder' rather than the ' worry' about the future....wonder is worry without the anxiety. Better to function well in our own little way and just keep wondering..and live in the light of non-closure.
Who knows? Maybe we will all wake up at the critical moment, like the lowly and slovenly and rather stupid caterpillar ..which is very short-sighted and cannot see the bigger sky for the bigger picture... and this caterpillar just crawls around and keeps eating and eating to no end, consuming to the point of killing itself through over-eating (much like the majority of human species on the planet today)...
So it eats itself to death. It begins to be attacked by the same sort of juices that earlier in life it had used to digest its food...But within the caterpillar are certain cells called 'imaginal' cells which have remained asleep but then at the point of the caterpillar's death they awaken and flash on like lights, and begin linking up with each other...so at the point of finality when it seems the caterpillar (or the Earth, as the case may be) is reaching final death, a quantum shift occurs where the caterpillar suddenly becomes a butterfly...like a phoenix rising from the ashes of its former self...
Maybe an increasing number of people, imaginal cells, will start to link up till a critical mass, threshold, is reached .. and then the shift will happen and it will appear that the what we think we are, what is 'human' , bears no resemblance to what we really are...and the Earth was just a cocoon for this...an opportunity for us to awake to our true identity...
The Devil arrives but then the Angel arrives a moment after.
Like the Dalai Lama, we are all in exile somehow....
but somehow always at home in the wonder and unpredictablity of it all....
Give thanks for today ... and stay optmistic...
love, light & tofurkey...
*** chad
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