I’m a great believer in harmony, and it would be nice if the whole world was as one, but it tends not to be, and that’s why I’m betting against humans in the race to doomsday.
T’was the Night Before Holocaust…
Glory Be!
Here’s a starter thought for you: “what if there were no rhetorial questions?” How about this for a thought: “ignore this message.”
Want to Live Forever?
Want to live forever? Lots of people want to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die. When you do manage to crawl, limp or float into Heaven, you’ll find it to be nothing like what you thought it was going to be.
Anything Further, Father?
Middle of the Night, sitting at my desk, wondering what to do next. Ah, I have it. Why not collect a few videos that precisely express the night’s conjunctions. In other words, I’m saying it with videos. Continue reading
Afterthoughts Beforehand
I don’t have any afterthoughts, although that very thought could qualify as an afterthought, and I certainly don’t have them beforehand.
So what’s the idea? Continue reading
More of the Same…
Perhaps I’ll start with the usual … but then what?
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When did you first become aware that your body might someday die? How did you resolve that? What did you do about it, if anything? Continue reading
What Are You Doing Here?
What are you doing here? What’s the point of life? What should you be doing? Where are the answers?
Boy, those are tough questions, and I’m just glad I don’t have to answer them. But if I did, I’d first mention that the point of the universe is to be seen and heard. In other words, you’re a witness, placed directly into the center of the fray. Fray. Look it up.
The second thing I’d mention is that the act of passing through a lifetime is a sort of psychic massage that attunes the Essential Self, the Being, to the next level up, where the same job applies. Continue reading
Adventure into Nothingness
Well, here we are again, at the top of the mountain, wondering what to do next. Clearly, we have no choice but to climb down and climb either that mountain again, or another mountain. Continue reading
Beatniks and Hippies
Back in the 1960s, St. Mike (Freddie Santinelli) used his Ampex to record chunks of albums that he bought at Wallich’s Music City and sometimes from rare records dealers.
He would construct a one-hour and sometimes two-hour “trip tape”, his own mix of talk and music and audio odditites, into a guided meditation. At this time, LSD was totally legal, and he had a large bottle of the stuff in the fridge.
His public was the crowd of hippies and beatniks and acid-heads that converged on his office, which was table #2 at the International House of Pancakes on Sunset, across the street from Hollywood High School, and around the corner from the Blue Grotto coffee house, where I did tarot readings from time to time.
The owner of the Blue Grotto was a friend of ours, and Mike often sat at the reading table, sometimes offering his own suggestions about the tarot reading.
I’m starting my videos today with one of my friend Donovan, whom I first met at Downtown Community School, in the company of my music teacher, Pete Seeger.