Eternal Rock and Roll

Important and Powerful
Happy and Prosperous
Beautiful and Pacific
The Rocks made People

Hard as the hardest hard
On being rare and pure
Was placed the authority of kings and queens
Such aesthetic qualities only nature could bestow




Blood was shed
Gods were fed
And
Crowns were made

We exchanged roots for rock & roll
Metal for meat
Gold for god
Paper for our Person!
Nothing to exchange, and we've lost it all

I swear upon the kaffiyeh I don't wear
If rhapsodomancy divines thus
The only wealth you'll have tomorrow 
Is naught but the rare rock in your lair


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lovely art from dori

4 Different Spaces!

I had the most disturbing dreams the other night.
I visited 4 different planets-
Each varying in its configuration and species,
And each next one left the other wanting something...


First I went to this strangest of places
It was like spending all one's life trapped on an infinitely straight enclosed Wall of China
No corners, no roofs and surprisingly no pits!
If you had to move past someone, you'd walk right through them!
The strange citizens of this tube planet could only discern by count and extension
At the bar every night, I'd seek directions from this bad stream
And it would always be the same - like in every bad dream-
Take three feet backwards, two feet in your face, one foot front or back
And never dare make one turn!


Then I got splattered on a flat place- such a complex grid planet
For no matter how real it seemed, everything just seemed real
Everyone born in halves - the part boy the other girl!
And even when they did get married - the part men the other wives!
Some folks did seem real, walking about with phantom partners
But no matter where they walked, everyone knew their turns back home!
The last cross on that face, I was gasping for breath
When I left that draughts and naughts place to navigate some other space...



The third dream was damn real!
With three sides for each scheme and even time for coffee cream!
There were curved embraces from strange flat faces
There were fast spinning dancers and flying cube cancer
I recall meeting that conjurer at the Zero Scale Hotel
Who could multiply one's cake by changing its shape!
It was one delightful but strange curved place,
With different people aging in varying directions!
And before I'd seen my curious Button case, I awoke onto the final space...


There was no one in sight, everything racing fast as light!
It was one immense endless form-
Streets in infinite directions, some emerging where others had just vanished!
It felt like a sojourn of a one Hawking or some other Hilbert shape-shifter!
Then I felt all my limbs vanish as a blanketing uncertainty engulfed all my senses!
In a flash of one moment, I thought I had a glimpse of the one god
And then it became clear - this was the ultimate One Space!
It was a rewarding nightmare, that hypercomplex quantum race!


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This poem is inspired by chapter 3 of Dr. Noel Curran's The philosophy of mathematics and natural laws: another Copernican revolution. I wrote this poem partly to celebrate Noel Curran (1915-2010), whose less celebrated work probably "opens the way to the final unification of physics" - maybe his legacy shall be noticed sometime in the future.

Awesome Art from GraceLungArtPallete

Naturally Wired?

Dear Iboga,
Why are we naturally wired for these experiences?
The survival of the human species?
Take Care, Comb your hair, Roland Griffiths.

Dear Griffiths,
I might add a given - for the survival of all trees and fish too.
There's your egress - the savior needs a mystical vibrant dress for the evolution parade.
Meet you on the trip, Tabernanthe Iboga.




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Roland Griffiths, Ph.D., raises some provoking questions towards the end of his talk/presentation about the results of his decades-long principal research into the behavioral and subjective effects of mood-altering drugs - he asks whether it might be possible that that there's a reason"humans have been wired by nature for these kinds of [mystical-like] experiences [from these mind-altering drugs]." Checkout the talk if you can. The consequences of this research might have huge implications for the future of our species, faiths and the planet itself.

Tabernanthe Iboga is one of the most powerful and profound "spiritual" psychedelic shrubs in the African rain-forests. It has a known reputation for "rectifying bad deviations" in man.

Chaos

An anticausal system
A "hypothetical" universe in which outputs and internal states depend solely on future input values!
An esoteric marvel to the bespectacled quantum men of papers,
Who, obsessed with rational cause and effect, find fault in trees growing now with the rain of tomorrow-
Such is the awe of nature - the chaos in existence.

To put it very simply,
A successful magical act causes an apparently acausal result-
Such is the awe of nature - the chaos in existence.



Experience what it means to be in charge of destiny-
Allowing oneself to leverage the material of chaos inherent in us as the subconscious,
Neither limited in space nor in time
Letting go of this limited (and frustrated) illusive consciousness,
One navigates to a desired state in one's or natures's future-
Where they can manipulate the variables of chaos as they so will
The universe, being that conservative but generous mother,
Aligns the present with the new altered ahistory-
Such is the awe of nature - the chaos in existence.

To the lowly consciousness left behind,
Such results thus realized, forever lurk in the realm of accidents or probability-
Out of reach for the feeble mind, and mere chaos for the rational mathematical mind.
The simple mystery of chaos magic-
Such is the awe of nature - the chaos in existence.



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One


One Race
One Myth
One Authority
One Law
One Killer
One Church
One God
One Past
One Question
Many Futures
One Destiny
We
R
One


Slaves of a System

You are dependent, You have sacrificed
Your freedom
Money money money money
Money being the diamond-strong yoke of our day
By money we are born, by money we die
Such blindness that's made us volunteer our souls into the arms of the beast.
But a day of sunshine there is for those
Who realizing their ominous day, exercise their will and bile to finally let go-
Freedom awaits those few souls that shall live life for its own sake
The strength of the yoke overcome by the omnipotence of simply letting go.
All your gospels having been transformed to sell you into slavery! But here's your secret-
Do what thou will - that shall be the whole of the law
And alone shall it bring you ultimate freedom
Focus on that which you truly love, and pursue it to its utmost perfection
The paper out of the way, purse everything as if it was its own reward
Die if you must die, live if life it should be!
That alone shall be the way of the omnipotent adept - the one that shall steer free of
Invented chains, and having beaten the system, become its controller - not wanted but wanted
Welcome to the doors of ultimate occult truth, enter legions of the one true will.