Science Affection

Are the Doctors and Scientists creating the rules of society?

And have you heard of the pregnant GUY?
http://www.malepregnancy.com/

Scientists have believed for centuries that complete objectivity is god, and that the strongest should fight in a darwinian race to achieve an ubermensch perfection.
The weak proceed to fall.

Of course, this means that each scientist, with proper knowledge, can be a god to those who understand less. namely about The Self.

Despite the unduly public criticism of 60's visionary Timothy Leary, his model of the eight circuits of the brain go a long ways in the conceptualization of each humans particular experience. Anthropologists such as Laura Ahearn seek out groups of people from all over the world, most not reading or writing a word. The ones who have the gift of literacy have a voice that can be time-tested. Those who don't are rarely heard. Love can be a powerful motivater however, as Ahearn pointed out.

Robert Anton Wilson intertwined much of Leary's concept throughout his brilliant novel "Prometheus Rising"

In the book, RAW clearly points out the role that certain instinctual areas of the brain had in linguistic ability and mobility.

The analogy of a circuit is helpful because it invokes the vision of electricity, connection, possible disconnection, etc.

The body is the key to unlocking the mind, something that many great musicians and athletes know.

But while scientists may have the knowledge to transform rats into humans and make men pregnant, what motivates them to actually do it?

And what seperates a rich creepy scientist and a poor crafty witch besides their views on objectivity?

"God Bless America"

Presidential elections are idiotic:

Instead of making philosophy our ruler, encouraging each citizen to individually try to become the best we can be, we have devised and implemented a system of robotic living. We elect, or allow, people to decide meaning for us. The president, or head boss, is a symbol of certain beliefs. When we vote for that person to lead us the next four years, we are accepting their belief patterns for the next four years, until someone with a slightly better belief system comes in. The presidential elects are trained in the same belief system, so they can only vary as much as the equation allows them to. Individuality is finite. Our devotion to a particular set of beliefs is returned to us in units of benefit. If our devotion or input(I) in years was a number, say 3, and the Level(L) of intelligence could be quantified, say 2, than this could be one equation for life benefit(b) concerning belief systems. I to the L= b (2x2x2=8) (L=3) (8 units of benefit in 3 years)

If you input 50 years into this current system: 50 to the Lrd=b

Now, enter the level of intelligence of the belief system you are currently using. Compare with the Perfect belief system. [0-7, 0 being the most irrational and 7 being the most rational]
50 to the 2nd= 2500 units of benefit for you over 50 years.
Now maybe you need three thousand units of benefit to be really happy in life. So if you get 2500, you’re not having a good life. You’re a little agitated, slightly deprived. Maybe you’re on the other side of the equation, and you’re getting approx. 1200 units of benefit+ an additional 2500. Not only are YOU receiving it, but you don’t need to use it all, or you can trade or sell them. After fifty years, at level two intelligence, you’ve produced 2500 units of benefit for yourself and whoever you care to share it with. Or, if you’re a twelve incher, you’re getting a third of whatever everyone puts in, or more.
Say someone is really smart:
50 years squared(enhanced) by level six intelligence would result in 15,625,000,000 units of benefit for yourself.
Now, to tie it all together, if we all operate on the same low levels of intelligence, our input(or output, I’m using it in the same sense here, as a measure of value) will be just enough to sustain us and everyone around us, but never more. This means that at a certain level of intelligence we can only enjoy a certain increase in possibilities individually. If we are at level one intelligence than we can only experience 1000 possibilities of existence. In these are subcatagories(based on birth, based on death, illness, allergies, bad skin, fear. In reality, this isn’t much to choose from. If you have 10 ways to die, 100 jobs, etc.) But if we increase our intelligence level to two, than we have 1000 x 1000 possibilities, a million possibilities of existence. Now whether we make use of these possibilities depends on which belief system we are currently using. If you’re using a 1995 version of Gate’s Window’s, and you’re trying to play a blue-ray DVD, it’s not going to operate how you want it to. You’ve got to have the correct operating system. We all must devise our own OS, and through that we will diversify all units of benefit and enjoy a harmonic existence.

One and Two

We should always listen to our heartbeats. It should become the rhythm, the soundtrack to our lives. Why should you wait to visit a doctor to have your heart listened too? By then you’re most definitely already sick. He or she or it will prescribe you a healthy dose of the latest synthetic drugs to release certain hormones and neurotransmitters and strange thoughts in your head. Let us dive into the art of prevention, found in:
The science of the moment, touched on in Eckhart Tolle’s “Now”, although it is underrepresented among the majority. Even in the analogy of the chicken or the egg(which came first) we are misled. Neither the chicken nor the egg came first, as that is mischieviously conditioning the thought process. They appeared at the same time, as soon as the
Elements
were arranged. The moment between the reception of the impulse and the action of response in the brain is the only time when a connection to conciousness is made. This babbling brook of pure conciousness is not always accessed or utilized however, and we may certaintely go entire days in an unconscious mode of reaction. What is the nature of this moment, and why have we been ‘cursed’ by our quickness? It’s only an overreactive nervous system, and as soon as we can relax we can create a moment, and not just borrow from the last.

A Simile

One day in paradise the Shroompa's decided to pretend that they didn’t know their Creator at all. They pretended that they couldn’t see him(her), couldn’t hear his(her) guidance,
and were completely alone.
Then they made up their own rules.
They also made up their own agenda based on what they thought was important to do in order to keep this lifestyle alive. Many years after the game had started, they had become so engrossed in playing along that they completely forgot who they really were.
It’s hard to ignore the Creator completely, so there were glimpses of who they really were,
and these glimpses were called miracles. For a very long time everyone tried to control the one planet, Urugula, that they just so happened to live on together.
After some time they made it dirty and used up all of its resources.
The most intellectual Shroompa's killed off anyone who didn’t agree them. They spoke of their creator as if he was somewhere far away looking down on them, like the sun or something. The Shroompa's were truly lost. But it was all just a game. At any time they could just open their third eye, and all would be forgiven. The Creator of the Shroompa's is very kind.

Sacred Geometry

Why do so many youth math and science nerds end up as

creative, pot smoking young adults?

Or so many young hyperactive kids end up as athletes and

fighters?

There are limited outlets for both sides of the brain in skool,

as each activity is taught by

LEFT brained individuals.

It’s not their fault, they were taught by Extremely

LEFT brained individuals.

So everything is taught and hence, learned, one-sided.
But when we attack a project with both sides, it becomes magical.
When we attack it with five sides, it becomes divine.

The Man

So we’ve got the man,

the main drug pusher,

and he’s coming up with all this crazy shit,

like strawberry flavored cocaine.

I hate coke, I love strawberry flavoring, and hearing about this just makes me curious. But turning drugs into candy is just part of a master plan, and these drugs aren't good, they've got more chemical ingredients than chewing gum. The man hires a pyramid of salesmen, each more brainwashed and qualified than those below. The bottom of the pyramid, and I’m using the visualization of a pyramid shaped mind structure here, are the consumers. The consumers are themselves salespeople, for the man. Their boss is so far away from them, he might as well be god. But he, like an insidiously crafty father, knows everything about how you operate. He knows what you like. He knows what you hate. He knows if you’ve been good or bad, so be good for goodness sake. So you work for him. He gives you an allowance. You take this money and you buy food, you pay rent on a spot, you buy drugs and alcohol. You buy medication. You buy gas. He’s got to keep giving the workers near the top of the pyramid a lot of incentive to sell for him though, so those on the lower end are constantly bombarded with sales techniques, battle tested. This advertising creates more demand, and supply is thus increased equivocally. But he has so many kids. Billions. So he never has time for you. He can never spend a night with you, reading quietly. But still you work for him. Still you try to please him. Still you try to be in the same company as him. Now he’s giving you things that aren’t good for you, that are addicting, just to keep you coming back to him. To keep you in this dream of his. But it’s all just his dream. Not yours. Your dream would never have expensive weeds or pollution or murder or starvation or sickness or fear. Your dream would be beautiful. Peaceful. Titillating.

Childhood Memories:

"Now if I told ya son, I'd have ta kill ya."

Movie Making

First:

Stretch out

The

outline of

The

Meaning

And

Dramatize each

Moment

The

Words

Weave a multicolored thread through

The

Timeline

And their actions

Weave a tale of dominance and position

The

music and appearance

weave a pattern of Emotional bursts and Frosted Scenery

And these

Combine

Rise

And

Fall

To become

Poetry in motion

Inwards

Out

Breathing in

Breathing out

Poetry in motion

Like an elemental potion

Gold

And

Diamonds

Spin and stir

Her and She turns

Cold

Frozen

A pure emotion

Film

Scripted magic in motion

A parody of

The harmony of

The

Earth

Wind

Fire

Water and

Time.

Secondly: Watch it.

Coming Soon....

This week I'm going to read the bible, although I'm not sure about which version yet. Maybe Shakespeares. I'll let you know what I think.

Random Selection vs Perfection

"Eat your vegetables dear..."

Now I know, my mom was right.

Us average Americans are not getting the amount of vitamins and minerals that we want and need. We want them because everyone likes to feel good and high. We need them because they are the only shields against degenerative aging of the machine.

As far as human nutrition is concerned, the inorganic nutrients include water, sodium, potassium, chloride, calcium, phosphate, sulfate, magnesium, iron, copper, zinc, manganese, iodine, selenium, and molybdenum. Here's a nice pro-nutrient anti-dairy piece:
http://educate-yourself.org/nutrition/

So, as I stroll through the grocery store, I'm asking myself, "how can I get these vitamins and minerals? And how many is too many? Is more better?"

I wasn't getting any answers, so I digressed into the subject of ancient Chinese mineral drugs. One of my deepest fears had resurfaced, China's world domination.
http://www.china.org.cn/archive/2006-10/27/content_1185685.htm

I often find myself wondering what real water tastes like. Or real fruit. Not the grape soda grape but the Real, pure, fresh thing.
And not only pureness, but how many good drugs are out there?
Why shouldn't we utilize these plants?
Well, first me must speak the language and understand the dynamics of the Chinese culture. Very difficult, as they have been steadily pushing opidope throughout the world for ages. But this is only a linguistic obstacle. With proper nutrition, rest, meditation and focus, we can access the nirvana of worldly experience anywhere. I don't know about you, but I'd like to live until I'm 120 or 130 at least. Maybe even 150. Why not? Minerals are drugs. Plants are drugs. Drugs are good. Unless they are synthetic. Then they can be damaging.

I think we can safely summarize the American Medical Association in this quote by 12th century Rabbi and physician Maimonides "May I never see in the patient anything but a fellow creature in pain."
While the western world has predominantly been concerned with alchemy, construction, and synthetic drugs and weapons, the eastern world has been understanding the drugs and weapons of nature, and how to implement them. This fierce battle rages on inside every humans mind. The yin and the yang. Creativity versus rigidity. Random selection against perfection.

On one side, the guardian of the pure health garden.

On the other side, the guardian of the dangerous garden of knowledge.
Both located in the Land of the Plants.
Fruits from the garden of health give our bodies more of the vitamins and minerals that we need to operate most efficiently, feeling the clarity fully.
Fruits from the garden of knowledge help us to literally expand our brains, while also damaging us.
So one "god" presides over the garden of knowledge and the other "god" over the garden of health, and each is selling and nurturing their fruit. The animated consumer is starving for both health and knowledge, being in very unhealthy and nonstimulating environments, so they buy and praise.
All we want is our nutrients, and we can do anything.
But without them, we can begin to describe the nature of hell.

See what the U.S. Government has in mind for your dietary experience:
http://www.mypyramid.gov/

The price of knowledge is much to expensive in my opinion:
http://www.kaloramainformation.com/Chinese-Pharmaceutical-130011/

The proud Surfer

High above destiny’s home
circled the timid crow, gliding
A wind rippling through the grasses and skies
carried the proud chest of a magnificent hawk,
who
surfing the air waves
with ease,
was just the same
as the proud surfer down below, riding
along the pacific ocean coast
The same motion
The same energy that moved through
one another
was manifesting in
more than one, even two different forms
at once. And life was
formed.

Dreaming in the Nighttime

As the summer waters trickle across new rocks
Winter’s snow illuminated like a blue diamond
the light of the moon blankets your natural body
so perfect yet
so unique peering
through the clouds the silvery reflection
shines down onto the earth,
under the earth, covering the earth
with a section of heaven
just enough light that I can’t see your eyes
not enough time to waste this night
one last moment your beauty travels,
dazzling through the air
faster, still faster
touching the heartstrings of the moon and
instantly returning
to shock my senses
perspective so bright
You are so sweet.
the golden sun, the silver moon
Baby girl, I will always love you.

Intelligent Hip-hop

Music is the free creative expression of the soul. The harmony of perfectly timed instruments

is as close as we can get to divinity on this chaotic planet. Where there is human drama, there has been and always will be a song that echoes the emotions through the caverns of space and time. The beauty of Hip-hop is that it challenges the status quo. While there are many artists who maintain a revolutionary tone, the capitalist side of Hip-hop is getting all of the attention. As
with most aspects of globalization, mainstream hip-hop gathers influences from all over the globe and refines the sounds and styles to create something marketable. This must be separated from true Hip hop culture, which cultivates the most intriguing harmonies and sounds into a new art form. One is done with the consumer in mind. The other is against the entire idea of
consumerism.
Fresh out of the 60's and 70's, a time when people began to question their existence, Hip-hop began to evolve. Afrika Bambaataa began to rock crowds with his dj skills and catchy messages, such as "peace unity love and havin fun". "Afrika Bambaataa, one of the movements
pioneers, experimented with the notion that hip hop could and should use its sway to inspire young people to be agents of social change"(149) The Universal Zulu Nation is an "international hip hop awareness" group formed and headed by hip hop godfather Afrika Bambaataa." (Wikipedia) "Originally known simply as "The Organization", it arose in the 1970s as reformed New York City gang members began to organize cultural events for youth, combining local dance and music movements into what would become known as the various "elements" of hip hop culture."(Wikipedia). Due to its exponential growth in popularity, "By the 1980s hip hop had spread globally, and the Zulu Nation has since established (autonomous) branches in Japan, France, the UK and Australia"(Wikipedia). As the crack epidemic seized the hearts of big city citizens in the 1980's, the drugs allure was reflected in hip-hop. Gangster rap was birthed by Schooly D in 1986, with his debut album P.S.K., which stood for Park Side Killers. The way that he incorporated drugs and 'realness' into his songs was revolutionary, and led the way for many rappers to come. Alternately, the Beastie Boys released their first album in the same year. Racial tension in the Los Angeles area exploded in the early 1990's after Don King verdict was revealed. Following the LA Riots, Dr. Dre released 'The Chronic', an album that gave those looking to rebel against the crooked system an anthem. "Hip-hops mostly symbolic moves against establishment authority illustrated how politics can often reach beyond familiar methods and venues." (149) On the east side of the nation, New York was equally entrenched in the evolution of hip-hop. Tupac Shakur, widely known for his representation of the west coast,
was actually born on the east coast and made frequent visits there. During one recording session, he was shot five times and then sentenced to eight months in jail, according to TupacHQ.com.
However, while hip hop music was born in New York, it "is a part of and speaks to a long line of black American and African diasporic cultural traditions. "Blog.oup.com" The art of storytelling
has been cultivated throughout history, and as homogenous groups were displaced from their homes, stories became the link between those groups and their native culture. "Many observers also make a connection between rap and West African griot tradition, the art of wandering storytellers known for their knowledge of local settings and superior vocal skills."Blog.oup.com"
Hip hop and rap have many important influences—R&B, funk, soul, jazz, rock and roll performers; poets, and writers like Iceberg Slim; and stylistic predecessors like Muhammad Ali and Richard Pryor. Impressive wordplay is the centerpiece of hip hop. There is an entire
movement devoted to freestyling, which involves rhyming phrases connected to a story to a beat in the artists head. Slant rhymes, a rhyme in which either the vowels or the consonants of stressed syllables are identical(dictionary.com), are commonly used to streamline the 'flow'. Slant rhymes were heavily influenced by Yeats in England, and Emily Dickenson in the U.S.(flocabulary.com) The way in which the ideas are expressed are nearly as important as the words themselves. Music videos and digital programming have given artists an astounding array of options when it comes to the expression of certain lyrics. Craig Watkins writes about the most influential person in the music video industry and his dilemma with producing Missy Elliot's
music. "As he thought about the best way to capture her dazzling sense of style and music visually, Hype derived inspiration from, of all things, French filmmakers". (213)
In the world of Hip-hop, there is a conflict. Capitalism is determining which artists are in the limelight, and which will remain lurking in the shadows. At a time in history when an
intelligent revolution is needed, Hip-hop can rejuvenate the masses. "Hip-hops evolution launched a revolution in youth culture. All the things that traditionally matter to young people-style, music, fashion, and a sense of generational purpose- have come under the spell of hip-hop." (148) Groundbreaking individuals such as Afrika Bambaataa understood the positive impact that hip-hop could have on society. Due to the crack epidemic and the advent of gangster rap, hip-hop took a dark turn, narrating the winding path through ghetto drama. There is no denying that hip-hop is an intoxicating art form, and when the creative expression of today's artists is backed by meaningful, progressive ideas and phrases then hip-hop will bring
harmony out of chaos. In the immortal words of KRS-One:"we are hip-hop, we preserve it, we protect it and we are the ones who are doing it, we are not criminals. In fact, we are scholars, we are philosophers, we are priests, we are ministers, we are activists."

Bubble

My bubble
Inside it’s comfortable, like a mother’s womb
It’s all I’ve ever known, my companion
From birth to the tomb
My bubble
Inside everything is clear to me
That is clearly this and
This is clearly that and
My nerves all end up at the center padded
With emotions, or emoticons
Symbols are the language
On the island representing
Life and every aspect of it
Reason is the gauge of understanding
Reason is so misleading it tells me I’m happy when my soul is bleeding
Needing anything is just ridiculous,
I’ve got a spectacular abundance of everything just
Within reach, when I wake up from this dream I’ll be on a beach
Basking in the warmth of purity
Or drowning in a sea of impurity
When my double wakes up from his dream
I’ll no longer exist
So I live day to day, every moment hunted
I thank the plants and the trees for oxygen and weed
Split open swishers and proceed to get blunted
Except I’m sharper than the point of a needle
Switch reality right in front of your face routines and habits
Flutter to the ground like dying beetles
Struggling every moment with the images I’m holding
In my mind, held so tight, illuminated
In my bubble floating staring at the display
Rearranging my palette, a true artist at work
Impeccability is the goal and nothing is where I’ve started
A mental astronaut, navigating in my bubble
Lurking through the shadows, blinded by the light….

The Nature of Human Thought

Take a peep at this...especially the portion about focusing all 100 BILLion neurons on a single thought.
http://www.boloji.com/perspective/074.htm

Nice work Dr. Rajvanshi.

Wacky Tobacky

So lets move past the Truth and into reality as we investigate the true potential of nicotiana Tabacum, and its more vicious nephew containing much more nicotine, N. Rustica.

Tobacco's representation has been grossly reconfigured over the years, and the unnecessary cancer-causing chemicals have been promoted to an extent to where it is downright sinister. Why don't we just stick a tiny bit of marijuana in a vat of synthetic chemicals and roll them up into joints with filters? Then you'll be blessed with a tiny high, along with black lungs and bad teeth.

So how can the tobacco plant help us?

Check out one farmers' encounter with the plant:

http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=2276

Tobacco can help us in one way: as a tool used during a spiritual meditation session, as shamans have been successfully replicating for thousands of years. N. Rustica specifically was circulated throughout the world by early Europeans, along with domestication. The Europeans also began the tradition of using drugs to "party" instead of performing carefully regulated ceremonies, as did the early Natives of Tropical America, whom are sometimes referred to as "savages".

Stripping the leaves of the potent alkaloids and stuffing them into paper completely changes the plants entire personality. It transforms from a powerful, forceful genie into a cunning, ruthlessly slow habitual parasite.

We hear that certain things are wrong. We know that certain things are wrong. But we neglect to look into 'why' these things are bad, or harmful. If someone tells me that I can't do meth, because the law says that I can't, then I naturally want to do meth, because it is prohibited and must be really cool. But then, after I'm addicted to meth and my teeth start to rot and my stomach lining melts, I'll probably come to the conclusion that meth is not cool. Why have law enforcers? Many reasons, if you happen to be above the law.

Here's one.

"Set up the rules, it will come into play, and it becomes a game."

So don't smoke cigarettes. Don't let the big corporations win. Or do smoke, its up to you. Get plenty of rest, meditate, and live stress free. If you must use a stimulant or a depressent, don't buy them packaged. Go organic. Research your substance, and use it responsibly. If you'd like to be all European about it, go right ahead, but please don't O.D.

If you'd like to quit but can't, try hypnosis, and if you've already quit like me, then I congratulate you.

http://www.iwanttoquitsmoking.com/

I

The star Translator of Experience.
Era 1: I superstar.

I rise
Higher
And higher into
My eyes
Fire in fire
Water in ice
I rise
And see the masterpiece in front of I
And tell of what’s in front of I
Using all the tools and things I learned
Always for knowledge I yearned
But all the
Time
It’s been
Right in front of I
I rise
Flying high within
The crystal ball
Until it starts to snow
And the mud begins to
Flow
I stuck
But still I try to go
Using the same tools
And all I know
Is all I learned
And all I learned
Is how to fill I space and grow
I rise
I stuck
But
I rise still

Mad Hatters

The noble scientists tell us that the universe is 5% matter, the rest being "dark matter" (source:http://www.sciencemag.org/cgi/content/full/309/5731/78a). But how often is matter created? And what are dead things, are they matter too? Is light matter? What is matter made of? Do we matter before we’re born? Do we matter after we’re dead? What’s the truth?
You know why good businesses are good at business?

Because they know exactly what the consumer is thinking before they think it.
True Magic.

Not unlike "Nasty Nina."
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/nasty-ninas-evil-psychic-swindle/2006/11/17/1163266741462.html?page=fullpage

We’re all humans coming to our own conclusions, and there is a certain pattern that we travel through in order to reach those conclusions. Some people are further along then others. A guru who has figured out the how's, what's, where's and why's of his/hers/its emotional activity looks to be more advanced because they have solved their personal riddle. He/she/it then attempts to teach others how to help themselves in the same manner that they did. In reality, we’re all very different, and we’ve come onto this earth at different levels with different problems to solve, so there is not a unilateral answer. We don’t all say ahah at the same time. Some of us “get” things sooner or later then others. It doesn’t mean success or failure, even though in business it does mean success or failure of a corporation, if they fail to keep up the newest trends. That’s the cool thing about life though, there aren't really any trends, its just always cool and always there, and there’s tons of life for everybody to live abundantly, as long as you can exploit that simple idea. Business folks always seem to present the consumer with the idea of scarcity, as they are depending on clients to have a high level of need. Business owners want the people who buy their shit to want it more and buy more, because they make more money.
If you don’t have perfect vision, there are plenty of mediums lining up to tell you about your problems. That simply because you can’t see a sign or read a banner or see really small numbers on a wall in 'perfect' focus that you have a problem.
First they need you to feel as if you are lacking something, that there is something wrong with you, as compared to the rest of society.
Now that you’ve been given this problem, your life sucks. Your life is now harder and less vivid then if you had perfect vision. So how are you going to get perfect vision?
If we think about this as if glasses hadn’t been invented yet, I’m sure we would all have different solutions. “why don’t you work out your eyes” or “maybe you shouldn’t stare at that computer screen all day” or maybe, “why can’t I see good and other people can?”
Ahh, Lenscrafters. Slumped in a firm leather patients seat I can't help but notice the unprofessionality of my doctor. He measures me up, "does one or two look better? How about three and...four?" As if he didn't already know the answer. He then proceeds to push me along to his secretary, who administers glasses and contacts, when a simple consistent procedure could be done to fix my sight. Don't believe me?

Check out: http://www.i-see.org/perfect_sight/

But if we could fix ourselves then who would buy all the glasses and contacts? There would be no vision business, it would be obsolete, and the guys in charge would have to look for a new way of making money that actually helped people instead of preserving them. No matter when, no matter where….

Two Cents

(Inspired by Don Juan, courtesy of Carlos Castaneda)

The world is only a description based on words translated into
images due to communication between the left and right sides of our brain. We are unconsciously incessantly constructing the world by recognizing (re-cognizing) items, going back through our experiential memory
files and projecting meanings. Every facet of Life stretches out into eternity in every direction possible, like the
reflections of light
off of a brilliant diamond.
Images appear to be the ultimate end, when they are in fact a block, a shield, a barrier that creates the feeling of continuity.
Fear grips our minds, angry at time, reactive all the time
controlling how our soul is flowing
Clarity in our minds makes everything visible, but
Perfect vision can only see so far, lyrically it’s snowing
The granite fist of power is indivisible and blowing
mediocrity away
Anything
is one of a million paths,
at any given choice
lies a thousand roads
Each door is really a teleporter
navigating portals.
Everything is controlled foolishness
no human is immortal, not one, not any, and especially not many
Nothing is important,
ikarus’s wings can’t fly us to the moon so
Stop thinking about thinking, kill the interior inferior baboon,
Abundance is more than prevalent, everything is powered up
The ocean and the atmosphere are one and the same
my struggle is worth my while
wildlife is the only way
a cubicle
and cut cuticles cut
out miracles and convolute
definitions
The less
you want
the more gifts you
receive bless your intuition and it will
bless you.
All paths are equal
all is new everytime we turn around and call the
sky blue death is the irreplaceable partner
who must
sit next to us
as precious breaths float away swaying
this way and that
on the line between
living and not
We must become detached
from everything we know
the sun our sweat and
the idea that we know anything
Nothing is as it seems, the primordial soup teems
with adrenaline
This moment we are surrounded by eternity.
Timeless energy in every crevice foreshadows the shadows to come
Our routines stand in our way, we may
change our thoughts but we haven’t changed our ways
actions are real all else
is more like commentary which isn’t bad
unless you want to
be a player
participating, making waves
instead of throwing
up a prayer, asking to be saved
One moment can be eternity
or it can be lost in confusion.
We are our feelings
we are a feeling
a feeler of the universe
an awareness encased here
a teardrop hologram progressing in reverse
We are led by our feelings it’s natural programming
we live to feel, experiencing causality as an expression
Sensational senses, session by session
A struggle every second
Overcoming obsession
what is my feeling?
that which has the most pleasure for me?
the one that I’ll pursue unconsciously or consciously until my life is through?
The internal dialogue is what grounds us
we must
focus
and above all else
learn how to shut off the faucet of words at will.
Ideas flow constantly
either growing or dying like a daffodil.
The warrior lowers his head to no one and is
never a victim, until death.
The warrior does not let anyone lower their head to him, as far as he knows
humanity shares one breath.
Things aren’t real until we decide that they are
Clearness coincides skillfully with stillness, perfection is to disappear.
We learned fear without ever questioning its value.
Pursued perfection without questioning its definition
We are a luminous being and everything
we feel shows in our fibers consuming us.
Humans have a brightness peculiar only to each of us.
Your spirit is certainly off balance, if you listen closely you can hear it
Dancing is mostly harmony, which is learned and earned
Any thought that one holds in
mind
in a state of silence is properly a command
since there are no other thoughts competing
as thoughts inconceivably deplete clarity.

Lessons for the Links

Being of one mind is extremely difficult, as we are so used to adapting to the situation.
In golf, however, you must concentrate all of your energy on achieving conciousness. This is a difficult process. You must relax all muscles from the head down, any tightness will result in a poor shot. Don’t be afraid to ask yourself the question, “why am I so bad?” There’s an answer for every question, and in this case, the answer will become your teaching. Avoid all stress. The golf course is a natural environment, with real animals and plants. Stress is uncalled for in nature. Just don’t bring it. The game must flow, from beginning to end. A game of golf is an 18 hole journey through the creation of a masterpiece. Consistency is of the utmost importance and is created and governed by multiple forces.

After you're properly set up to the ball, you now have to hit it. The swing can be simplified into one simple visualization. The back of the left hand represents the face of your club. Take it through the three stages of square(perpendicular to your target line), completely open and completely closed. If you're early on the wrist transistion, you'll hook it. If you're late on the transition, you'll slice it. It's simple.

No lesson is complete without the ultimate Key. A true magician never reveals his hard-earned secret's however. In this modern age of capitalism, secrets are most valuable. Secrets can be valued at millions and billions and trillions of dollars. The players with the most keys can open the most doors.

A great player; however, lets his opponent know exactly what he's going to do before he does it, because, in that moment, a completely new move can be created.

The key to golf is the Elbow Swing. You've got to hold it correctly, have good posture, bend your knees, and stand the right distance from the ball, but that position changes slightly every time.
The elbows drive the ball, and the wrist acts as a catapult.

I broke my eight iron today because I hit it so hard.

Links.

Buy a new or used book
http://www.powells.com/
Major in Buddhism
http://www.international.ucla.edu/buddhist/study/
Download an antivirus
http://www.avast.com/
Astrally project yourself
http://www.meta-religion.com/Paranormale/OBE/treatise_on_obe_i.htm
Wonder at the complexity of DNA
http://freespirits.chosenones.net/archive/index.php/t-1950.html
Check out this author
http://www.frogboy.freeuk.com/illuminatus.html
Understand the origin of "The Secret"
http://www.psitek.net/pages/PsiTekYIP3.html
Check out how you're crosswired
http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=63348&rendTypeId=4
Learn about Color Vision
http://www.psych.ucalgary.ca/pace/va-lab/Brian/nature.htm
Make your own liquor
http://running_on_alcohol.tripod.com/id21.html
Check mortgage rates
http://www.interest.com/
Write a song
http://www.rhymerator.com/
Look up a word
http://dictionary.reference.com/
Buy a Bay Area cd or possibly even a grill
http://www.rapbay.com/
Craigslist it
http://www.craigslist.org/about/sites.html
Do a science expiriment
http://www.einsteins-emporium.com/technology/electricity/te000.htm
Write a Blog
http://www.blogger.com/
Smoke a joint(legally)
http://www.losangelescannabisclubs.com/reviews/los-angeles-hollywood-holistic.htm
Get tickets for the Cannabis Cup this November in Amsterdam
http://www.cannabiscup.com/ht/cancup/

ReAwakening the Creative Mind

Check out this link. There is hope for us after all!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/1932709.stm

Exponential Time

The Human portion of our world, The Earth Show, has been a long grueling history(and her story, but we’ll get to that later) of an intense battle, essentially between two tribes. Starting at youth, and increasing exponentially in growth throughout our lives and those who lived before us(evident from historical evidence) we are engaged in a continuous fight for dominance. In each meeting, relationship, war, etc. there seems to be a winner and loser, a victim and victimizer, a broken customer and a monolithic god of a businessman, a beaten peasant and a boastful king. We pretend that we are static, either one or the other, when in fact we are experiencing this “game” of dominance every day, both in our lives and complementing our lives. Even in this very instantaneous moment, you can choose to be a peasant or a king. Making a decision translates into; a complete change in the direction of your life, otherwise you’ll be a peasant pretending to be a king and a king pretending to be a peasant. Beginning with the onslaught of the first few years of experience in a young humans lifespan, youth are engaged very deeply in the “game”. Gangs, no matter what the age, are still playing this “game”. Crooks, Politicians, Lawyers, Judges, Advertisers, Businessmen, Stock Brokers, as I said, Crooks are still playing this game. It’s much more insanely complicated now, like a video game or something. On the other hand, we have our peasants, who always lose at the “game”.
They are always the weaker, less dominant, less happy, more content, robotic, bitchy crowd. Always Complaining, while the former are always in Training. It’s quite funny, and extremely brutal at the same time. It’s sad, and always a challenge. Which one are you? The Hunter or the Gatherer? The Panther or the Rabbit? The Turtle or the Eagle?
The Trout or the Fisherman? A Worm maybe?

N.B.A.

So my Portland folks are hoping that Golden State's entire starting five chokes on artichokes for the remainder of the regular season. All we gotta do is get in.
Snap back to reality:

Celtics/Hornets Championship?

Lakers/Cav's?

Or.....the dreaded Spurs/Pistons series?

I'm still going with....the Blazers.




Brainwashing is exquisite in our hood.

Hmmm...

There was once a gentle Chinese man who was a servant to a very evil master. This master was very fat, and ate the finest foods available in western China.
He ate seven times each day, and insisted that each meal be prepared fresh. He demanded his servant to go on seven separate trips each day, so that his food did not lose any earth energy.
The gentle Chinese man had been born to a servant mother and servant father who had both been killed, and he was determined to be a better servant than both of them. He worked long hours, walking many miles each day with a yoke on his back, searching for food and herbs to feed the bottomless pit that was his master. After half a lifetime, on a blisteringly hot day, the gentle Chinese man decided to cheat. Instead of taking seven trips back and forth, he decided to take only one.
The weight of seven meals took a great toll on the gentle Chinese man, and his back began to ache. He set down the enormous amount of exotic foods that he had gathered, and slumped down beside a beautiful river. As the water flowed over the shiny rocks, he began to contemplate life. “If I do not bring my master food, he will not eat. If he does not eat, he will starve. If he starves, he will surely die.” This the gentle Chinese man had never realized, not until just now. Not a moment after he had pondered that very interesting thought, a small boat approached the shallow part of the river where he was seated.
There was a mother and two small children aboard. The mother looked at the gentle Chinese man with big clear eyes and asked if he had any food to spare, as her and her little ones hadn’t eaten for two days. The sun had reached its highest point, and the master’s beady eyes were cloudy with hate. He had missed his first two meals, and barely had the strength to speak. The gentle Chinese man had to decide who he was going to give his harvest to. He was torn. If he returned to his master, he would continue feeding him until he died. If he provided for this starving family, they would soon be able to life a full and beautiful life.
He decided to join the starving family on their small boat, taking with him the enormous amount of fresh foods. As he flowed in the opposite direction of his master, his mental shackles were destroyed. He felt freedom for the first time in his life. It was so overwhelming that he cried. His former master died because he was too fat to feed himself.
The gentle Chinese man married the woman whom he had saved. After she had showered and eaten and put on new clothes, she was the most beautiful women in all of China. The two little ones grew up to become great rich ambassadors, who let wealth flow through them to all who needed it. The gentle Chinese man had many days to sit by the river and contemplate, and more questions came to him, and he listened to all that the river had to say, for he was the river translator.

S h a p e s of s o u n d S

Dark brown Earth rushing past
The grasses, quickly pass
And, still
Immediately silent
Purple, blackened ice cold Blue
All motion frozen
If just for one moment
This moment, hidden from the clutches of time
Resonates within the spirit chords of the humans
Of the plants
Of all that lives
Amongst the ants
The Library of Illusions
Disappears deep into the clear
far from simple and utterly perfect
Burning through hexagon clouds
Isolated in space endowed with a gift
Every nanosecond or more
As what may be referred to as the ‘universe’ pours
Energy, in its purist form,
Deep within this octagonal storm
Our sphere is a war itself
As well
Or a romantic exchange the grasping
Gasping strain for love
Drifting in the Caspian Sea
Crafted by the oval, elliptical
Orbit
Vibrato as the voice when lions choose to roar
And through the eyes of the magnified lens
We observe the structure
Punctured and so, not quite in its element
But through deducture,
deductions
concoctions
conjured
conjectures
Squares and rectangles, buildings, roads
Cylinders and trapezoids, automobiles, my defense mechanism, exposed
Parallelograms and pentagons, particles, particular phrases and the duality of souls
A diamond shaped twinkle is just too brief,
Look into the star amidst cubes and hearts, composing the complex nature of the leaf,
The crescent forming an arrow transforming a triangle into a pyramid
Be thankful for what you wish for and you’ll get far more than you asked for.

Cogs.

There are thousands of beautiful people working extremely hard to preserve our wildlife and natural habitats, feed and take care of homeless children and families, and help out across the globe spiritually and physically. However, more must be done, and on a larger scale. As hard as these organizations are working, the people with all of the money, power and influence are still grinding the gears of their wealth machines. The mass Media conglomerates, Rockefellers oil, Fords cars and Westinghouses power, I mean energy, brings in a lot of money. I’m not against rich people. I think people like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and well, I can’t think of anybody else who’s invented anything cooler then the internet or the ipod, are brilliant minds who really like what they do, and they like making things that give us an easier, more fun way of life. The Rockellers invented the monopoly as we know it today in American back around the 1890’s, and in skool we are taught that a monopoly was the situation in which one person owned all of a resource and no one else could possibly compete, so that person could charge whatever they wanted, since the consumer HAD to consume. This differs from perfect competition, where resources are divided equally so all the dudes and dudettes with the goods charged competitive prices, gaining clientelle while still beating margin. The thing is, as valuable as the oil industry is to those who control it, even an oligopoly is out of the question. The most powerful person just HAD to take control. Buying out over 200 individual gas companies through various guises, the Rockefeller's created an empier. Just check out the price of a Standard Oil share in comparison to WalMart. Go to Jail. Do not collect two hundred dollars. And JD Rockafella just bullied all the politicians in that day with his fat checkbook. He owned a monopoly in addition to being above the law, so denial is futile. Henry Ford must have been a mean ass dude, he convinced everyone to drive his dirty machine, even though Nicola Tesla created an amazingly clean Rolls Royce that was powered out of thin air. Ford was an American Gangster. He bullied Westinghouse into dumping Tesla without paying him. He joined up with Rockefeller to create the pollution machine known as the automobile. And, sadly, I drive a Mustang, so I’m a.....big hypocrite. But it sounds so cool when I drive it around…
I just want the masses to know the truth. I wish people would start telling their truths. Each person is afraid that if they tell their secret, that they’ll lose something. That they’ll be less of a human. At the top of the social totem pole, I don’t think those people even know how they really feel anymore. Down at the real level, we’ve got to stop playing games with each other and join up and fight some real wars. First, we’ve got to get refreshed. Next, we’ve got to love ourselves. Paul Ferrini’s, Neale Donald Walsh's, and Robert Anton Wilson's books are perfect. After you love yourself, love everyone you meet, regardless of color or height or smell or gender or whatever. That’s a start, I’m still wondering about the state of the states right now, but it’s such a big complex crazy system that I don’t think I can take it down like Tom Cruise. I think it’s going to take itself out like all these mixed-up politicians. The hardest thing to do is to think good thoughts all day. Its very very very very very very very difficult! Thousands and thousands of thoughts cross your mind each day, do you pay attention to which ones you identify with? And where do you think those thoughts come from? Where does a “bad” thought come from? Where does a “good” thought come from? Do they come from the same place? If you think all good thoughts you’ll have a good day and vice versa and somewhere in between. But thinking perfect thoughts is hard. It takes work. But.....if you have a good thought regimen, and a good workout regimen, then you’ll eventually be perfectly happy......

Fact or Fiction?

I awaken suddenly into another day. Must have been the french fry under my pillow. "Did I go to the drive-thru last night?" Too early for questions, early as dinnertime goes anyways. Back to the grind, as a fresh and never before seen monday lies before me, halfway over as most mundane monday's go. My left foot trembles as it hits the ground, oh yes, that's right, I've finally reached the ground. See, things don't seem to matter much anymore, not since it happened. As I'm raising my face to greet the weeping showerhead, a fat fly bumbles his way through the air towards certain despair. A murderous lair still lies in my heart, and the chairman of its board is my broken spirit. The clearer my mind seems to become the quicker it attaches to troublesome thoughts. Wicked thoughts, those that recieve scorn from generations of misguided people. Raw is my left pinky toe, I try so hard to stop the madness upstairs it displaces it's wonders unto the other regions of my body. Time doesn't exist, but it is so addictive. These words were barely heard by the grace of my right ear, taking over for the deaf left because it lie drenched in more red than white sweat. You've never seen white sweat? I hadn't either. From where were the words propelled? As far as I can remember, they rolled of the toungue of the green monk. A man possessed by ghosts it was said. Rumors out his own mouth. I believed him...his mouth sewed up by villagers so he couldn't speak. His ears dogged by cocroaches. Skin stretched over bone, he used to be quite a big man I hear. When you can't eat or listen to the world through your personal screen it can be kind of uncomfortable. He didn't care. The eyes were what drew me in. As if each were a star that had just burst, creating a vortex that sucked mercilessly at your own. But in these radient pupils there was no hate. Not the despair that shines from despondant crackheads in the street. No, this was something more inviting than a thangsgiving meal with relatives. This was deeper than a girlfriends love. This was more intriguing than a potent street drug. But those things heard with only one ear are easily forgotten. Most of life's lessons are forgotten, that's part of their teaching. You see, there is actually nothing. Your thoughts are not real. Your material belongings are not real. To whom do they belong? You? Who are you? Don't get offended, who am I? I had to ask myself that, see, because my leg had been twisted off. Human birth is more attractive. It only hurt when the tendon connected to my knee snapped off. I guess it was around then that my mind screamed for the answer. One can think many things at once under the right circumstance. What is this body that is so easily destroyed? This must not be the same as that voice in my head. In my head? See, I think...but who am I really? Centuries of scientific data has revealed that the human body is actually empty space, even when theoretically zooming in on the smallest possible particles. Which means that "I" is not anywhere to be found, not in the brain, not the foot, not the heart. So where am I? Ask yourself the same question if you dare...it's actually pretty interesting. What's really interesting is that nothing that we see or hear or smell or taste or fear really exists. You can realize this anytime during your life, no matter what the situation. Once you realize that you are nothing, that nothing is anything than the world becomes a much different place. There is no outside force working it's magic. Nothing outside of your true self can give you anything that you are not already. We are just playing out the stories, and we must like these stories enough to keep suffering for their sake. If we just took a moment to realize what we really are....wouldn't that change things?

The Homeless Hero Community Project

First, we find a homeless person. We refresh them, food, water, shelter, show them a few help books, find them a job, find them clean clothes and a method to wash them. Next we help them find cheap housing. They are the hero. He or she then must go find another homeless person within a certain amount of time. He must use his/her resources to refresh that person, and after they have found a job, they will pay half of all bills. He/she then must do the same. Housing gets cheaper as more homeless are brought into the home. (African-American and Creole jazz pianists of the early 1900's threw 'rent parties' in a similar context) Soon they can save enough to move to their own place. It takes money to make money.
They second step is an education program, in which they can begin to build themselves a foundation for the rest of their lives. However, the first step is always the most challenging.

The goal: End homelessness in 2 years.

Paranoid Floyd’s Quote of the Moment

Don't drop the China.

An Alchemist's Paradox

Ah...the alchemy of the soul and body.
In one hand, we have the immaterial, colorless, invisible, untouchable ‘spiritual’ world, in which thoughts are born.
In the other hand, we have the material, colored, visible, tangible, ‘real world’.
Materialization of thoughts is a “game” in this life.
A tree is a thought in the ‘mirror’ world but is manifested as a tree in the real world.
So are we just beings conscious of the Oneworld and not the Dreamworld?
Instead of having one foot in one world and one foot in the other world, we’ve got both feet in the material world.
We are crying about and laughing at the product, without having any say in the creation.
At least those of us who are poor and uneducated.

So how do we haul the other foot over into this other world? And how do we ensure that we are positive when we perform this task?

Our head is the location of the interface. We can access this interface only when we are conscious. Now this presents a problem. When are we unconscious? Aren’t we always awake, except when we’re sleeping? No. Modern neurobiologists would tell you(if you paid them enough cash) that we are only granted access to this imaginative oasis when and if we take ourselves to the space between First Thought(e.g. Neale Donald Walsh), and the resulting reaction. In most non-TM-enhanced terrestrials, thought and reaction, reflexive movements, throughout life is completely normal. Normal is; however, confusion. Let us travel out of normalcy and into paradise, by way of meditation.
When meditating, you begin to slow down your thoughts, resulting in less bodily response, which leads the way down the yellow brick road pointing to the Deep Pond.
From the Deep Pond rises countless nations of images.
But slowing down time like this is most difficult when immersed in the noisy, bright, hot, bitter, itchy material world.
We just need to inquire…..what is it that creates the illusion of time?
What is it that combines to create the illusion of our hands?
What is it that combines to form water?

HydroPower

Cars that run on water? why not. bottled water costs just as much as gas anyways.

http://www.fuelcellsworks.com/Supppage5724.html

Reactionaries: Part One of Many

Computers force us to make unconscious relationships with the symbols, e.g. “space bar” and "backspace". Like words, we take the meaning of these ‘functions’ for granted, we just use them but don’t really understand their origin and connection to our brains, selves, mind, whatever it is that we are. The computer has become an extension of the human, just as our brains, fingers, arms, and legs are automatically driven by the central nervous system, the computer is becoming all of automatic, autocratic and autonomic. We move incredibly fast. Just as a hummingbirds wings flap. As a cheetah sprints. Just as the sun shines and the moon reflects. Natural reaction. Reflex. Impulse. These should be tools, but they have become dominantly active. Too much activity burns things out. Heat moves faster than does a temperature cooler than it, it has more active molecules. It is best to just to stop the world, meaning slow down, meaning relaxing instead of reflexing, meaning chill.
From this point, a completely new and freshly stable movement will occur, leading to an infinity of possibilities. This point has been referred to by sages, poets, professors, ballers, rappers, and gypsies alike. It is the peace of a Ghandi or a Mother Theresa.
It is the happy place of Happy Gilmore. It is the Heaven of bible lore. The ring of Lord of the Rings. The Utopian center of creation, as relating to Plato. And it is accessable to all. By smoking weed, we get closer to that point. Bone Thugz and Twista have figured this out, that’s why they rap so fast. Drugs relax your inhibitions, your stress. Stress is just tightness. When you are constricted, you can’t flow. If you can’t flow, your life force energy is cut off, and eventually you die. This is not a promotion of unintelligent drug use, and many types of meditations will help you achieve not only similar but further reaching levels of mental depth.
Heres a nice little website that will help you get started:
Turn ) : Into ( :

http://www.mindtools.com/stress/RelaxationTechniques/PhysicalTechniques.htm

A "C" Paper

In a world so diverse that we cannot adjust our lens enough to truly scope its intensity, communication manifests in a barely finite range of faces. Each person manages to place a slightly different rotation on their expressions concerning the central ideals of the culture, or region. Language varies in the United States not just with region, but between classes; depending on educational status, race, the influence of those around you as you grew up, occupation, size, strength, gender, value system, and other nuances of personality. Objectivity is so elusive.
Ebonics is not English. I am African-American (as well as Mediterranean, Scottish, French Canadian and Native American), and have many African-American friends, but I don’t speak the particular Ebonics in the way that it is referred to here. Neither do all of my friends. Ebonics is a body of words and the system for its use is common to the people who are of the same community or nation, the same geographical area, or the same cultural tradition. What needs to be clearly defined here, and what John Rickford of Stanford U points out, is the difference between slang, which is constantly changing with time and is used most by youth of all cultures, and AAVE, which is used by African-Americans of all ages, and is imperceptible to those who have not been immersed in the culture.
U.S. society is painstakingly making its way towards complete unification, and in order to unify everyone, all must understand each other. More importantly to those doing the unifying, all must understand the orders given, the directions, the economy, the history, and the mission statement of the United States. The states are united in geographical and economical terms, but as far as and the transfer of loving expressions, we have a very low level of understanding. As a conscious part of the machine, it is difficult to understand the system as a whole, independent of bias. Niko Besnier’s piece on the the small isolated atoll of the Tuvalu group in the central pacific, Nukulaelae, provides insight into the formation of the American definition of literacy and its implementation in society. Literacy is a measure of how well a person of that particular culture can manipulate the medium of communication that has been defined as standard by reading, writing, analyzing and regurgitating. In the case of the United States, and amongst the hierarchal educational and governmental colonized nations, that medium is the English language.
An illiterate person could; hypothetically, not read this essay, while being a prominent ruler in their native society, the big fish in the small pond. Also, a person may be successfully happy and self-sufficient while being illiterate.
Besnier portrays Literacy as a two-sided coin, either as an ideal shaped by its commonality, “embedded” in society, or a monolithic ‘agent’ that is prejudice to whomever it does not bless with its presence, more specifically a device of great ideology through which people must operate, and adhere to “power structures in which reading and writing are enacted” in order to have a successful society . Brutal, even when spoken in “mitigated” terms. Societies are given values based on their interpretations of literacy. The latter refers to the former: The first assumes that literacy is an evolutionary intellectual progression, and that more primitive societies would fall into the illiterate category, and refers to the power structures who implement it. The ‘autonomous’ model and the ‘ideological’ model. Ideologists, according Besnier, believe that western institutions are the shit, as I would say within my particular ethnic group, or more eloquentely, is the model of completely “full ‘unrestricted’ literacy due to their associations with large corporations and wealthy mens clubs. In the same ideological arena the two areas of study most prevalent are the fact that the definition of literacy changes with the culture, and what connection that defined idea has to everyday social interactions. While the autonomous viewpoint is supported by the Great Divide theory, the ideological viewpoint which Besnier sides with argues that the usefulness and success of a cultures method of communication dictates its value. But, as Laura Ahearn notes in her journal entry, “practices can either reproduce or transform the very structures that shape them”(Ahearn 1).
Nukulaelae is a small, isolated atoll of the Tuvalu group in the central pacific that bible thumpers conquered and colonized in the later 1800’s, presenting their version of the bible to the locals. Literacy was beaten into the islanders along with Christianity by leaders who “had highly authoritarian and domineering personalities”(Besnier 2).
Besnier also notes that “Contemporary Westerners couldn’t conceive of a world in which literacy, western technology, and Christianity were not highly desirable”(Besnier 2). There was surely conflicts between the Samoan preachers translation of the word of god and the Nukulaelae inhabitants, as the natives had previously received some number of the bible’s teachings, and regarded of them highly(Besnier 3).
Besnier surmises that the integration of the inhabitants of the surrounding islands, and the resulting need for communication with loved ones led to the development of the mass usage of written letters. Autochthonus,, the word of the day on December 10th 2001, refers to the fact that all inhabitants speak a chiefly universal language in the terms of reading and writing, one that all have spoke since as long as they can remember. Just as Ebonics speakers communicate easily and energetically, Nukulaelae locals have a deep understanding of each other and the common language. Both this and Ebonics share a common thread, and that is the attraction to the expression of love between each other.
As with the Nukulaelae locals, our most valued possession is the pen and paper, and the ability to transform the medium of interpersonal communication into a brilliant array of expressions(Besnier 3).

The Creed of the U.S.A.
The English Dictionary is Our Bible.
The Bible is our history.
History is our technology
Technology is Our truth.

Those who do not read are subject to hell. Or so say those who do.

Nukulaelae Atoll: JSTor, Literacy and the Notion of Person on Nukulaelae Atoll Niko BesnierAmerican Anthropologist, New Series, Vol. 93, No. 3 (Sep., 1991), pp. 570-587This article consists of 18 page(s).
Laura Ahearn. Language and Agency
Anuu. Rev. Anthropol. 2001. 30:109-37
Annual reviews

True Purpose

What is my true purpose in life?
(I started at 1 and worked up to no. 35, you’re supposed to go until you find an answer that makes you cry. I think that’ll come around nos. 90 or 100.

1. I don’t know.
2. To be a punching bag.
3. To help others.
4. To evolve.
5. To experience good through a human body.
6. For my spirit to evolve.
7. To help others get over their fears.
8. To get rich and use that wealth to show people on this planet all the good things, and how they can get rich too.
9. To expand the human consciousness.
10. To find my soulmate.
11. To help my mom and sister get over their troubles.
12. To listen to everyone’s stories and give them love.
13. To form loving relationships with everyone I meet and evolve together.
14. To expose the man.
15. To break everyone free from their mental prisons.
16. To educate the world.
17. To be a lightening rod for advanced spiritual beings to relay messages through.
18. To be a symbol of the new world.
19. To remind everyone that we’re all symbols of the new world.
20. To remind myself how special I am and be consciously aware of who I really am while in the human body.
21. My true purpose in life is to be.
22. To be healthy, long-living, vibrant, smiling and aware.
23. To realize that I am magical.
24. To use the earth as a canvas.
25. To take the earth and treat it like lego’s, build and experiment using things that are already here.
26. To meld two things and turn them into one that is much better, everywhere.
27. To experiment with energy and the matter it forms.
28. To be a happy scientist.
29. To combine advanced science, ancient magic, spirituality, style and fashion into a new form of life.
30. To look at life in a new way every day, unless I really love the old way.
31. To find a fun perspective, live life from that perspective, and then evolve my point of view.
32. To be an alchemist.
33. To cultivate the brilliant parts of my mind and sever my current boring connections.
34. To break free of my current state of thinking and approach life with a fresh brain.
35. To respond to everything with joy instead of reacting in fear.