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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

End It Man


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It was a fair and warm day, in the afternoon hours, when the man was walking down the street. The city, small and homely, was not a buzz with people.



"Good day," another pedestrian said to the man. He nodded back at the friendly gesture. Suddenly, the fellow slapped him on the face. Not hard, not enough to concuss, but hard enough.

"Why did you do that?!" The man asked his assailant, surprised.

"Well", the other explained in a calm tone, "it is the end of the world." The man, the victim, steered his head and vision to encompass the large shape in the sky, sitting outside the atmosphere, yet very visible.

After all, it is a well known fact that a regular sized seeming object from far far away is actually vastly large, so much as to boggle the mind's grasp of perspective.

The fellow pedestrian tilted his head up and to the side, as well, seeing the meteor that was slowly but surely approaching them. Them all. Quietly, they both stared, and said nothing more.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Technical, Not Social


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I tend to travel, endure hardship, and then forget. Not forget entirely, but forget the intensity and depth of feeling.

A classic hobo in LA. Not me, mind you. ;-)

I walked through downtown Los Angeles, confronted at evening hours with the hoards of street & tent living people - hobos. Mostly black. It is hardly the first time I have run by, or met homeless people. They are everywhere, almost, and especially in the city. Every city. But this time, it was so massive and disturbing, that I felt a dire sadness in me.

I was wondering about something terrible. Would all those people be better off in their natural home countries? West Africa, for most. Places lush with vegetation, economic poverty the norm, and filled with other people who basically look the same.

Always reflections in the city... Everywhere.

A single person, off their luck, in their hometown or city, sort of getting by... I can sympathize with that. For example, I talked to an older lady, almost sixty, who struck misfortune, lost her husband and her leg, and found herself without. Myself, I would not stay, never! Rather any place and work, than being stuck in disgrace & boredom. But I do understand.

On the other hand, when it is a whole community, several blocks in a big city, I am unable to sympathize. What the fuck is going on? A well organized group of people can make a village. Easily. Now, I know, most of them are fucked up on drugs. Distorted minds, unable to act in any meaningful way. Sadly.

But this is why I travel in discomfort! It is why I am a vagabond, and not a tourist. I want to learn from experience, I want to meet skin to skin! I sleep outside, I eat simple, and I prefer roaming by foot than by bus or bike. I want to find meaning in life through action and interaction. I want the facts and feelings.

It's a lonely thing, traveling. Even meeting people is a passing thing.

That is how I have noticed that our homes are not designed to incorporate everyone; those traveling or without, the trees and animals. The full scale of life & living observed. And this is why, I concur, there is a great sadness amongst us. I feel it. I see it in others; those who are more sympathetic and keen to be caring, rather than winning.

It is astonishing to me, how anyone can be content, even cheerful, when their own kin near them suffer this direly. It is as if everyone is obsessed with comforts; food, drink, and play. Like children, who ignore their surroundings and feel no responsibility.

In their quest for freedom, hippies seek to liberate the mind & body from the fear of lacking base needs, so as to give space to acts of kindness. But they miss on the mutual benefit, in designing permanent spaces that take care of people. Places designed not only for purpose, such as work or recreation, but for intent.

Uncomfortable. No control. That's how it feels to be without, almost constantly.

Such places would act similar to the hippie commune or the forest encampment. It is where lives are shared for the feeling of it, as opposed to the need. Where a person chooses to join and give, for its own sake. Transient places, regular in place, but designed for an ever changing community. Not charity, but community. Not religion, but feeling. A hub of life, not meant to be a safe comfort for the family, like the modern house in the modern neighborhood.

I suspect that only the right technology would allow this. The investment is too great, for any person or group to make and sustain. We need the equipment & machines that will take care of us, requiring little care back. Even today, camping gear & outfits allow any person to be comfortable outdoors for reasonable prices. Utilities, such as washrooms, taps, and transportation, and WIFI, together with cheap smartphones, let us maintain ourselves and our relationships with ease.

Music always cheers the man.

Next, would be buildings with sleeping pods (Japan) and self-cleaning washrooms (San Francisco)? Food serving machines that take in any organic waste, converting it into edible form? I find myself ever curious to take part in those questions & answers.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Shrooming Amsterdam

It has always been the purpose of this blog to share the unusual things that I sometimes do. Ideas, art, sure, but also actual travels! Now, that I am finally traveling again, I would like to share with you my experience of taking Golden Mazatec shrooms in Amsterdam, city center.

Smoking weed and chillin' with friends, some days later in Toronto, the next leg to my adventure.

I present to you, three short videos during my tripping. Thoughts from the ride, below.




"The self is not your fucking though about it. It is a real being. Your body if you want. But it is thinking too!!!
You must consider others. This is unaffected logical thinking. Others, and your own intellect, are together in this. 
Your body is your first child!!!!! (Shit, I know this will be read to others.) You ask, and it gives, smartly. This is life itself, the essence. 
Tripping is just losing our normal control over the body. And we always abuse control; coercion. :-(
Work together with it. As fucking equals."

I found myself starting to trip while outside, in no comfort. I realized this too late. Trees were already swaying, vivid colors, and I was struggling to control my emotions. Bursting in laughter and feeling lost and alone. Closing my eyes gave me no comfort, as I saw many intricate angular shapes. I rested on a bench, to then realize that it is just my struggles against myself, my honest self, that cause this.

I needed only to trust myself, completely, and things will be fine. And so I did! I let my body feel my way back to the hostel, to my bed. It was an amazing experience. My mind did not know the way, could not control with confidence. But given trust, my body recognized and directed me through unfamiliar streets, all the way back to safety.

Safety. Definitely important, when tripping balls. I was basically a baby. Unable to resist anything. Just barely holding myself from laying down for a nap. I am glad that it ended well, and gave me a great lesson, too.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Friends Don't Fuck


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Friendship is when two people get to know each other, to like each other, and trust each other. It sounds big, but it does not have to take long. People can become friends inside a week. Obviously, time is a factor when getting to know a person, but trust itself can be established quickly; if it is tested properly.

Clive Staples Lewis (29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963) was a British novelist, poet, broadcaster, and lecturer.

Some people hold dear to moral values. Loyalty. Honesty. Courage. Those who do, can be true friends; trustworthy. Most others can only be friends to a limited extent. Once you have some distance between you, or anything happens that puts your relationship on trial, they will cut away, rather than work on it together.

Friendship is complex and difficult.

Fucking, however, is not. Having sex is the most basic, common, and simple act any person can do. Bugs do it. It is very simple. That is how animals continue their lineage. It is nature at its best! Functional & practical.

And the two can not mix.

Moral judgement is impaired, entirely, when sex is involved. Sex becomes a motivation in itself, keeping the relationship going, even when it is bad. Even when you are not friends, and even when you hate each other.

If you doubt the power of sex, look at the world. Billions of people! Millions of people crammed into cities, even in western "civilizations". Endless children born to single moms or in broken relationships.

There is only one meaning to it, if you have sex with someone you call "a friend", without you both wanting to upgrade into a couple. You prefer having sexfor yourself - than having the friendship.

This goes to all the casual-fuckers out there. Stop deluding yourself. If you put sex over friendship, you are mentally weak and socially abusive, and you do not appreciate true friendship and trust. You will receive the same treatment from others.

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