Buddha Quote

To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind.

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Buddha Quote

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

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my definition of synchronicity

synchronocity is when you find yourself in a situation which may appear to be coincidental or materialized at random-- so situation/event (A) occurs, it comes into question as to whether it is random or synchronistic if a completely separate following occurrence/event so event (B) (generally an event that changes or alters your path or leads you to something you want, even if you don't recognize it at the time) is dependent on the seemingly random preceding event, in turn (A) gained importance because of its necessary existence in order for event (B) to occur; however you never consciously did anything to create/engage in (A) and therefore could not have known it would lead you to (B)....

This is a rant.MUSICIANS..utilize your medium better.

I wish more musicians used their medium to make listeners aware of all the fucked upness of the world (& of course the positive things people can extract real value from like spiritual knowledge, aphorisms, I don't care about your bitches or your hoes or your caviar, it's pretty fucking stupid actually).

 This simple part of the chorus made me stop what I was doing completely, commanding my attention because I already know how terrible a machine Monsanto, the more you know the more you see-- "Rise up against the petroleum companies . . . diamond companies . . . companies like Monsanto." 

 The Monsanto company stole hundreds of acres of farm land from farmers all across the midwest claiming that they had illegally grew Monsanto's patented seed when in reality the pollen from the crop harvested from the Monsanto seed had in most cases blown out of the trucks during transportation.
                --- many people don't know this but in 1993 the FDA and the FTC allowed Monsanto company to patent a LIFE, it was a kernel of corn, a genetically modified life that they own. When a bug attacks that kernel of corn the bug itself actually dies, it registers the food as a pesticide because it has been genetically modified to contain amounts of the pesticide in the genetic make-up of the plant.

Seemingly a genius if your into chemicals I guess; BUT!! they took it much further. In the song the verse about Monsanto continues on "they used they're trick to make my people hungry." Well that's because years later Monsanto created a seed that would harvest only once, but they didn't tell anyone that. Then they sold/gave/distributed it (I'm not sure which) to many third world countries, Mexico was furious, this song makes me think it must have been planted in Africa too. This is extremely detrimental to the future of our agricultural resources-- mainly because when the patent seeds cross-pollinate with the natural seeds, they yield something unnatural, if we're not careful we'll be collecting seeds in place of the coins which occupied our grandparents display cases.

Anyways my point was music has a good way of reaching people on a semantic and informational level, as well as an emotional level which gives musicians the power to mobilize listeners with passion and truth.

The clip from the first documentary below shows the connections between Monsanto and other Agro companies and politicians. It's disgusting. There's no such thing as the EPA or FDA, there's no such thing as 'Organic'.....

"Honour thy error as a hidden intention"

My friend posted this interesting site where you hit a button and it gives you a random card with a saying on it-- these two artist/musicians compiled these and put them onto cards and called them "Oblique Strategies"-- in short the artists, in times of pressure, found these little messages were helpful to them in completing their works in a 'Tangential' manner as Eno puts it in the interview below..

http://music.hyperreal.org/artists/brian_eno/oblique/oblique.html


INTERVIEW WITH BRIAN ENO ON THE OBLIQUE STRATEGIES


"These cards evolved from our separate working procedures. It was one of the many cases during the friendship that he [Peter Schmidt] and I where we arrived at a working position at almost exactly the same time and almost in exactly the same words. There were times when we hadn't seen each other for a few months at a time sometimes, and upon re-meeting or exchanging letters, we would find that we were in the same intellectual position - which was quite different from the one we'd been in prior to that.

The Oblique Strategies evolved from me being in a number of working situations when the panic of the situation - particularly in studios - tended to make me quickly forget that there were others ways of working and that there were tangential ways of attacking problems that were in many senses more interesting than the direct head-on approach. If you're in a panic, you tend to take the head-on approach because it seems to be the one that's going to yield the best results Of course, that often isn't the case - it's just the most obvious and - apparently - reliable method. The function of the Oblique Strategies was, initially, to serve as a series of prompts which said, "Don't forget that you could adopt *this* attitude," or "Don't forget you could adopt *that* attitude."

The first Oblique Strategy said "Honour thy error as a hidden intention." And, in fact, Peter's first Oblique Strategy - done quite independently and before either of us had become conscious that the other was doing that - was ...I think it was "Was it really a mistake?" which was, of course, much the same kind of message. Well, I collected about fifteen or twenty of these and then I put them onto cards. At the same time, Peter had been keeping a little book of messages to himself as regards painting, and he'd kept those in a notebook. We were both very surprised to find the other not only using a similar system but also many of the messages being absolutely overlapping, you know...there was a complete correspondence between the messages. So subsequently we decided to try to work out a way of making that available to other people, which we did; we published them as a pack of cards, and they're now used by quite a lot of different people, I think.

-Brian Eno, interview with Charles Amirkhanian, KPFA-FM Berkeley, 2/1/80

Energy Vampire

"Darkness consists of anything that is of a lower/heavier vibration such as anger, fear, depression, jealousy, hatred etc."                   

I just read an article on this new age spirituality website that has information on anything from the ways of the Veda's to healing through crystals and self help. The writer, Lisa Whatley, speaks rather urgently about the case of the "Psychic Vampire" also known as an "Energy Vampire". She begins with "Energy stealers are everywhere! They are your family members, your friends and they are your co-workers and YOU may even be one yourself."

It seems her mission in this piece to rescue the reader from continuing on ignorant to these "cords" that we develop, often subconsciously, to outside things, people, places. "... A psychic vampire is a person that steals other people’s energies because they are living their life in victim consciousness and believe that everything happens ’to’ them. Living in this manner is very dis-empowering. Therefore  in order for them to feel better about themselves they need to attach themselves to another person’s energy field. In order for this ‘vampire’ to attach themselves to your energy body, they form cords attaching the two of you together. When they need a boost, they unconsciously steal your energy instead of using their own..."                

I'm writing this because her article made me realize I have accumulated several attachments. When I moved back from New York at the end of December 2010, my body felt lighter.. Ironically I weighed 20 pounds more! I had nothing but a suitcase for 6 months, that's the most free I've felt up to date.

Whatley gives advice on how to clear the negative energy attachments. What made me realize I've become rooted here with "stuff" is when she says to burn all things with negative energy. All of my old journals are stacked up. Until a year ago, with the exception of a few short-lived waves of optimism, the content is negative overall. It's honest, and I think the darkness can be beautiful, but looking back I don't want to carry it with me..... so do I burn 'em? I'd like to publish them first....like a before glimpse at my polar opposite mind, the shadow before I realized I LOVE MY LIFE. It's funny, sometimes when I'm driving these days I'll catch myself repeating happily in my mind " I love my life" sometimes "Thank you..."                                                                                                                                     

                           Confession: I think it's possible that before my accident I MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ENERGY VAMPIRE :( My mind wasn't saying "I love my life," it was saying things closer to I need this or that, yuck, thank you I'm so happy to be free of that....

                                                                                                                                             P. Leigh

here's a link to the article

http://www.new-age-spirituality.com/selfhelp/psyattack.html

my truth about liars.

I THINK-- my biggest problem with dishonesty is that it inadvertently, and quite fatally, blares that the dishonest accused in question fails to give a shit about the value of my reality; it says that my truth and my ability to make future decisions is theirs to mold..That's fucking manipulative right?

Check out my Etsy account :)

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more on Carl Jung's synchronicity...

In cases throughout his book Synchronicity Jung says "there seems to be an a priori, causally inexplicable knowledge of a situation which at the time is unknowable. Synchronicity therefore consists of two factors: a) An unconscious image comes into consciousness either directly (i.e. literally) or indirectly (symbolized or suggested) in the form of a dream, idea or premonition. b) An objective situation coincides with this content." 

some thoughts and a Jai Guru Deva, Om translation

When I feel the most content in my life I notice it in my foundation-- like it feels stronger. I remember in New York six months ago laying on my blow up mattress on Monroe St. in Brooklyn, and all that was going through my mind as energy ran up and down the channels of my body was "Nothing's going to change my world," several thoughts ensued afterward securing the revelation that where I was inside myself at that point was so strong, and that the path the universe had for me was unfolding perfectly and any detour would be to teach me, and to strengthen whatever part of me that still needed strengthening-- It was like nothing could shake my security, I guess I felt untouchable. Anyways, I was listening to the Beatles Across the Universe tonight and it made me think of that night. It's funny that those song lyrics are in the same wording my brain was using, maybe it was subconscious recall. I don't feel as strong as I did then, but everything passes and I will again.
                                                                                                    - P.Leigh


Across the Universe
By The Beatles (1969)


Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe

Jai guru deva, om,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my opened ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying Love which shines around me like a
million suns, and calls me on and on
Across the universe

Jai guru deva, om,
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

"Jai guru deva, om"

It's interesting translating Sanskrit to English, it seems impossible for the original intended meaning to transmigrate between the two tongues. I guess we face this with all translations, it just seems more important in my opinion when translating a mantra or a prayer, that's probably why there are so many different versions of various 'sacred' texts. 

--Jai is translated by some to mean --Victory and others -- I give Hope or Thanks to-

--Guru Deva is Guru Dev, Guru Dev was Maharishi's teacher-- Maharishi is the Guru who developed Transcendental Meditation

--Om--- well we should all know what that is, the universal sound, the beginning of creation, a uniting vibration...and so on and so forth. 

THE ORPHIC EGG

The Universal Germ, stirring within the Egg of Creation, established the worlds and generations by three "gestures." It fashioned the souls of things according to Virtue, the bodies of things according to Beauty, and the laws by which souls and bodies are maintained according to the Necessary. Together these comprise the Work which is called The Good. MPH (Manly P. Hall)

"A basic tenet of mysticism is that reality as ordinarily perceived is indeed a distortion and that human suffering is the consequence of believing in that distorted view.."

                          --- Arthur J. Diekman M.D. author of The Observing Self: Mysticism and Psychotherapy

Paella

According to tradition in Valencia, paella is cooked by men over an open fire, fueled by orange and pine branches along with pine cones. This produces an aromatic smoke which infuses the paella. Also, dinner guests traditionally eat directly out of the paellera...

• Heat oil in a paellera.
• Sauté meat after seasoning with salt.
• Add green vegetables and sauté until soft.
• Add garlic (optional), grated tomatoes, beans and sauté.
• Add paprika and sauté.
• Add water, saffron (and/or food coloring), snails and rosemary.
• Boil to make broth and allow it to reduce by half.
• Add rice and simmer until rice is cooked.
• Garnish with more fresh rosemary.

Velencia is a salt water lagoon of the east coast of Spain.  This recipe is standardized because Valencians consider it traditional and very much part of their culture. Rice in Valencian paella is never braised in oil, as pilau, though the paella made further southwest of Valencia often is.

"The extension of heavenly motion is time."
-Philo Judeaus

the way of the future. is the way of today,

Death to Scooty

Scooter Update!!
It looks like I got taken for a ride-- and not an enjoyable one.
I bought a lemon, a sour, sour, very sour LEMON....!!
The engine was f*ckeeeed when I bought it-- the guy put some thick ass 90 wt oil in the engine to mask the knocking noise and smoking exhaust which would have made it clear that the engine was shot...
:(                   ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS KARMA M*THER F*CKER
On the bright side, at least now I know how to take apart a motorcycle engine.... And I guess I learned (????) to always take shit to a mechanic before you hand over the $$$

the last 24 hours have turned my hands BLACK.

Yesterday the scooter decided it didn't want to work at 8 o'clock in the morning. I had to be somewhere at 8:30. I rethought "have to," rescheduled, and spent the entire day working on this new toy turned 'project.' The engine turned over a few times in the morning, but after about 4 x's it was only clicking with the ignition. It seemed like an easy power issue so I took the battery out first...

I put it in my purse, hopped on my bike and pedaled down Ventura Blvd. to 'Big O Tires.' I started talking to one of the guys in the garage and he offered to charge it for me. I left it there for a few hours. When I got it back, I thought I had the problem handled... 

That wasn't the problem :(

So today I took it apart, determined to get to the bottom of this! 70 mpg-- two days ago I had the open road at my fingertips, I want it back please, thank you... 

So I did ALOT of research, called some folks, and set out to check my starter selenoid. It's below in the picture. The positive and negative wires from the battery connect into it-- and then this big fatty black encased wire comes out of it and careens into the bottom of this engine and attaches to the starter motor, so hard to see! I go to Auto Zone and pick up a test light hoping it will tell me the engines NOT getting power, this will help narrow down the problem... too bad the selenoid was working fine...

The next thing I need to check is the starter motor. So I take the body of the scooter off to get closer, but this proves to be a mission in itself considering I didn't have a socket wrench to save my life at this point. Once I'm in there it's still difficult because there's this huge Air Box in the way.

 Anyways so I take it out and take it Firestone on Ventura Blvd., they test it, it works, F*ck, um what else could it be...? It's not turning over so it can't be my CDI or engine coils, I have oil, gas and power... power? One of the guys at firestone says it may be the battery, I tell him I just got it charged, "It doesn't matter, if it's old it will show a charge when you test it, but that doesn't mean it's enough to power the engine." He offers to test it so I go home and grab it... Their machines unfortunately couldn't test it accurately because they're meant for batteries with higher amps, or something, so I go to PepBoys, I almost cry when the guy tells me it's a bad battery. I buy a new one, I've spent over 24 hours on this thing, I'm ready to ride it already jeeeeeze. I go home and put it in the engine. It turns over a little, but not fully :( ahhhhh what is this, imobilize Portia month? Good god, I got my car towed last week and now my new wheels are failing me?

I find out you have to charge it before you use it... I asked the guy at PepBoys before I left, he said he didn't think so. I call him and he says "Oh yeah, I guess you do. We don't sell battery chargers, but I know for a fact AutoZone does.." Back to AutoZone, the fourth time in two days!

Now I have to wait ten point five hours... it's been like five, I'm still so happy at the thought that I might be able to ride it tomorrow.... And to be honest-- I learned so much about this engine, it's a 150 cc, and every shop I went to said it's pretty much a motorcycle engine. This is fantastic news because motorcycles are looking sexier everyday. The only draw back about all of this is that my hands appear permanently grease tinted.... But it's cool, I'm getting a manicure tomorrow :)

scooters-- surprisingly rad

I bought a scooter last week. I rode it home today. I giggled my fckin face off the whole way home, I had no idea I was going to be so stoked on this.... I wonder how long this excitement is going to last me before I have to buckle down and buy a motorcycle.

 Photos by Stanley Forman from July 22, 1975, fire in Boston

I love Glitch Mob's 'Bad Wings' album cover.... this turns me on

New shoes...

I'm OBSESSED with these little top-slider(ish) Military chic tennis shoe I got yesterday. I LOVE them. I've always loved tennis shoes. In high school I had a collection of Nike dunks-- I caught guys in my closet trying to trade out their shoes with mine more than once. My love of the flat stems from the fact that I'm taller than everyone most of the time already..... I'm not into dudes having to stand on curbs while they kiss me, too bad though, cause heels make our butts look effing good....

Anyways, occasions like this when I find a shoe that's versatile enough to wear during the day, and when I go out at night, I get stoked... can you tell???

can somebody just pay me to rhyme all day long...seriously, i'd love that.

We are all packed up and in with all we need
here on our missions
released from light we came to life
in a fruition of divine division
the notes playing bleed intuition
but the road ahead is winding
and charcoal thunder clouds soar above indecision.

It's almost time for new tires.
I don't even notice the pressure
as its burning rubber down to wire.

Sometimes I get so lost

trying to decipher destiny in desire

Losing logic to lust and love to liars

walking the plank one of them prepared to jump

but in a flash the drop retired

the heat rose up from the belly of the fire

tricked into trance in a state of admirer

pushing past the stillness

a coalition of currents came chaotic

feel this?

Great song. But I OBJECT!

AmazZZZing song. I disagree completely with the message it's sending.

This song captures her emotion in a way that makes the way she's feeling clearly transferrable, at least I feel it when I hear it, like my body hurts a little bit or a little extra weight just got added to my heart... I'm sure we can all bring ourselves back to a past love who has occupied our brain space for a significant period of time, but nobody should waste so much time thinking about someone if it's not reciprocatory.

As human beings we have ourselves to think about here, you know discovering those things that make you you, the things we're on this planet to cultivate in ourselves, don't forget those things, emotions are powerful, but why allow yourself to get tangled and drained in a situation when THERE ARE A MILLION AND ONE fish in the sea....

I think I'm getting a scooter....

It finally happened. My little jeepy jeep is no more.  I walked outside of my apartment this afternoon around 3 and had planned on going to whole foods to get a bottle of wine, a mango Kambucha and a chocolate chip cookie. That is, until I found out that my car was not where I left it. In my mind I retraced my steps from the night before. I got home at 4 am.. I probably shouldn't have been driving. I went to park my car on the street outside of my apartment and I remember being compelled to take it around to the back and park where I usually do. Figuring the less time I spend in the car the better,  I forfeited the effort of looping the block and crossing Ventura Blvd.

samsara escapes the death grip on youth...

We are the indigo kids
Reconstructed.
A new generation.
The wavelengths reformatted.
This is the beginning of creation
Translate.
Or.. Fall into the static inferno.
The old ways are outdated,
we're painting the past, present and future
Eternal.

The world has been pickled by the hearts of men,
greed multiplied by grief and back again.
Colonial green further darkened the the light,
with rusted blood lines their branches descend,
natural laws phased from the masses,
purposely distorting things like the value of oxygen..
Skulls in hoods stole the bones from intuition.
The unnoticed incision.

I'm a Hopi Indian
we're all a part of them.

We were once monks in Tibet..

The Earth has turned soil for centuries

mind bodies digested with enzymes of human regret..

We are the people with the triangle on our foreheads,

we've come to catalyze the reset

we are here to take care of tomorrow,

to spark fire in life and give love truth to defend

all these life cycles seemed like only seconds

in the grand spectrum of the end

but they've added up--

recycled souls, we can no longer pretend

look close...

the moon shines through
a beacon of truth. awaken third eye.

There's no place for 'a tooth for a tooth.'

or scales of pounds and flesh,
The material body's destiny is empty and dry

samsara escapes the death grip on youth

and you're already scheduled to die...

We are everything and nothing

simultaneously united by the same something.

Nomad's in a new age

we're here to change the channel,

our case connection is growing

the program -- many won't know how to handle,

get side-tracked, stale in the mundane
or lost in the chaotic

either way,

the past is swallowing all that is robotic...

.......the future is breaking into weightless liberation
-----Get With It

<3

Portia Leigh
5/2011

Daddy's little stunt girl

       When I was younger my dad used to call me his little guinea pig. I was thrilled by the idea of being the guinea pig without knowing what it entailed. In all honest, I initially agreed to the role of the occasional test dummy because I thought guinea pigs were cute. My dad sorta treated me like a female G.I. Joe doll, his little stunt girl.    
        At four years old I was doing high falls off the roof into an airbag (more like "active" falls, as he was the one gently tossing me off the roof). He would say "Look at my little stunt girl," while a seven year old me is climbing the ladder, getting ready to jump.  My dad and his stuntmen friends would have these 'work outs'. They'd all get together at one of their houses and work on perfecting what they do for a living, stunts.
            Since my parents separated when I was three, whenever I was with my dad, I was literally WITH my dad. I didn't have babysitters, and I didn't have a lot of friends to hang out with until high school, so from the ages of four through 13, he brought me everywhere with him.
          One of the work-outs would be at his friend Tony S.'s house in Culver city. He had a trapese set-up in his back yard, something like you would find in circus de solei. I loved going to his house, because he had dogs and the backyard was huge, I could run rampant if I wanted. On the trapese set there was this harness attached to two bungee chords, once buckled in, the possibility of voluntarily removing myself was unlikely. The chords were attached to the top off two white metal support poles that shot out of the ground, 3 stories high and about a volleyball courts distance apart from each other.
      Once I was in the harness my dad, and whoever I could convince, would grab me by the ankles and start walking with me until the tension in the bungee's was strong enough to launch me across the back yard like amo in a sling-shot. I always wanted to go higher, even when I was up above all of the trees, HIGHER, higher please.
       From as early as I can remember my dad's main field of stunt work has been car work; precision driving, crashes, rolls...  one afternoon his friends were over adding to his demo real, everyone was outside. I was sitting on the warm concrete playing with rolli-pollys in my one-piece bathing suit (my uniform for years) as my dad and three of his friends stood discussing the stunt they were about to pull on our street.There was a 20 x 25 Porta Pit (a vinyl-covered cushion for jumps and falls) laid out adjacent to our drive-way, it was black and about 3 feet think.
      My dad was in his royal blue driving suit from this 80s racing team he used to drive for called Performance 2, one of his friends was holding the video camera and the other one was on the roof of somebody's grey-blue two door sedan, face-down, arms spread across like a crucifixtion as he gripped the side doors on his left and right. They drive around the block (with me in the back seat of course), one is shooting the scene from the passenger seat as my dad and the friend on the roof fake fight through the driver's side window. When he got the car in position for the finish he sped up, turned slightly to the right, then pulled the e-break just enough to slide perfectly into place beside the porta pit in front of our house, the man on the roof rolled off... gently I'm sure.
      This sparked my interest in car stunts. We used to have this little old 9-14 six convertible Porsche, my dad would always do 360s if I begged for long enough. I loved the thrill, it made my stomach feel non-existent, excitement coursed through my veins. At about age eight he started letting me jump out of the car, but only in the convertible, like in the movies. I thought it was the coolest thing I'd experienced up until that point in life.. and then I ate shit. hard.
       The routine would go as follows, we'd get onto Kittridge St. and once we were a few houses away from ours he'd slow down, I'd crouch up onto the seat with a left hand grip on the top of it and have my right hand on the door beside me, slowly putting pressure on it until I had the guts to jump... all you've got to do is come down running.
        My mom had just bought me these semi-baggy jeans with loony tune characters hanging out the back pocket for my 9th birthday, she and my grandma said they were like Janet Jackson's and the loose boy-friend jean was in. When it came to clothes, they chose sizes as if they were waiting for the day when I'd shoot up like Jack's bean stock, at least the'd be prepared garment-wise.
       The day of the fall was sunny and beautiful. These older boys that lived up my street were outside playing on their skateboards, as we passed by on the drive home I decided I wanted to impress them. I tell my dad to slow it down, the speedometer drops to a cool five mph and I crawl into position like a parrot perched. I prepare for take-off, I'm nervous. When I'm nervous or undecided about something, I jump in. Figuratively and literally choosing action with my eyes closed is something I struggle with. I'm 24 years-old, and sometimes on the days when I can't make up my mind, I still throw all of it, myself included, into the universe.... hope it comes out alright.
     So I jump out of the cherry red convertible. My jeans get caught on the little silver unlocked door lock protruding out of the passenger side door, far from graceful I awkwardly try to avoid a crash landing. Arms flayle on the take off, feet impact assphault, brain say's Come down running. I do. And for a mili-second I think I'm home free...then, SMACK. My pants weren't feeling the jog that afternoon. My feet got tangled up in the excess and as I tried to run, I tripped violently instead.... I didn't try to do that in front of boys, or anyone else for that matter, EVER again... (what tomorrow brings though is a different story, I wear tighter pants these days)



(Chapter: Dad/ childhood)

Layered thick and deep with all this squash-like pulp...Mango!

I keep forgetting to buy the swiss miss exfoliator I usually use, I rarely remember to get things I need until I'm in need of them. So I was in the shower today and I realize I have no scrubby scrub and there are these little bumps on the back of my arms and they only go away with exfoliator, so I'm bummed...
I get over it, and out of the shower, throw on some clothing, and go to the kitchen. I decided its a good day for sitting outside and having lunch, so I start cutting up this mango, which I now know is called the 'King of Fruits.' So I start butchering into it and to be honest the little guy is a rather intimidating advisary, how does one slice this thing up clean?? I get to the seed, and all of the sudden I'm off on a tagent...

  Holy shit, this seed is fckng huge! I wonder how they cut the mangos that end up in all those packages of diced frozen fruit?! How do you get around this thing? machine or a lot of manual labor? the latter gives me hope, maybe blue collar jobs can exist in the future..

So I start cleaning off this seed and it is a mission, it's layered thick and deep with all this soft yellow squash-like pulp. I get down close to being able to see the actual hard part of the seed and I see all these little grainy dots on it... As I'm cleaning the seed I'm handling it like a bar of soap (don't ask me why because I don't fckng know) and so I massage this thing between my hand for a while (until I decide I've had enough of getting side-tracked from the initial plan of having a nice lunch outside) I put the soap seed down, only to discover my hands are soft as fck!

So I do a little research and low and behold, the seed inside this little mango can be used as an exfoliant once you clean it off, you can rub it all over you body while you're in the shower and feel silky smooth after....The mango has a multitude of other uses too, the site below lists a lot of interesting facts... or facts that I found interesting haha...

http://www.freshmangoes.com/factsmyths.html

It doesn't mention the seed as an exfoliant,  but other sources do.. the particular site gives a broader overview than others.

I write to keep the thoughts from staying too long in my brain, keep the chisel chiseling, nobody wants a stale occipital cortex....

Matt Costa - Behind the Moon

all I have to say today is...

self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation. 
Margaret Deland


A 'No' uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.
Mohandas Gandhi

slow.

kinetic

                   I reach for a cigarette
                   a bowl
                   a pill.
why not take this energy on an empty stomach.
swallow it whole.
channel its fuel
sit and watch its color changing... sweat it out.

My future magazine. The BBQ.

visual comms magazine cover by yours truly. 

Synchronicity: was it me or the universe???

SYNCHRONICITY

April 24

It's Easter. I’m lying face down on my futon with my arms supporting my head and I feel warm, I’m in a half sleep and my body feels a little lucid like my energy is tapping into something else, like a current is going through it, my eyes are closed. I’m zoning into something and its weird because I feel the advancement of my knowledge, this information I am being given isn’t mechanically assimilating into my brain space, instead I’m feeling it vibrating into my body, similar to how it was on DMT, but in a drastically more subtle manner. My eyes are closed, but I’m not asleep, it’s dark but I see a faint milky grey outline of a geometrical box that extends back into the dark blur of whatever lies behind eyelids,

I’m lying here and I start to feel it extending outward deeper into the black and for some reason I get the feeling that this thing I’m seeing is supposed to symbolize my world. I smile warmly in this half sleep, I want to stay here forever, but something calls me up. 

AT THIS POINT THE SYNCHRONICITUS EVENTS begin to unfold...

happy easter! here, have a Bacon rose...

It's crazy to see someone get defensive where they think they're protecting themselves but all they're doing is blocking out love by acting indifferent.... And the crazy thing is it's so fucking familiar... Haha connecting other peolples dots is a trip..

BlakRoc - Ain't Nothing Like You (Hoochie Coo) (Mos Def, Jim Jones & The...

wow I can't believe I'm just getting this album now... so far behind the times it's retarded..

Album link below:

http://www.mediafire.com/?moni3infmde

pudding and bones

The benefits of not looking into the future… the positives of living in the now…and no where else, this was the first day of the rest of my life...

I was driving down the 101 last year on a Monday afternoon and I got in a car accident. I hit the center divider, on impact my reality cracked and it was as if time froze, I felt as though I was floating in slow motion -- three, two, one.... with a jolt I'm sucked back into reality and all I see is a wave of grey as my car 360's across the 5 lane freeway and rolls down the hill. Two men come running down the bank, through the trees there are flashing lights, and this man in a sweater vest is calling someone and I’m trying to get out of this fucking car.

My life flashed before my eyes, I didn’t have car insurance, the DMV had recently sent a letter saying my registration had been revoked because of that, I also had a letter from the district court saying my license was pending suspension, whatever that means, oh, and I was addicted to (****) or something like that. I wasn’t on it at the time of the accident, and I didn’t have anything associated with it in the car, but I had recently had my car searched by two Las Virgenes’ Sheriffs, they threatened me with a drug test saying that if (****) showed up in my system I could face two years in jail, UM fuck that I’m a college student (financial aid has a policy against felons) no matter how on drugs I was I still had my shit together, that was the problem….

Anyways so all these things are passing through my head as I’m trapped, the roof was smushed down over my body (looking back at pictures now, the car seemed much more spacious at the time) and all I could think was how the fuck am I going to get out of this, I wiggled in adrenaline bred panic trying to get myself free of the seatbelt but before I knew it  the two men had made it down the hill and the struggle became useless, I exhaled like a sinking sack of pudding and bone realizing I had been defeated. I had no choice but to relinquish control, It was at this point I realized I couldn’t move the right side of my body.

David Lynch: Transcendental Meditation, Consciousness and Creativity

"He whose happiness is within, whose contentment is within, whose light is all within, that yogi, being one with brahman attains eternal freedom in pure consciousness"

--The Bhagavad Gita--

Below is a link to download David Lynch's Catching the Big Fish on Audio book. He discusses his experience with transcendental meditation which he began in July 1973 at the T.M center in LA.

"It seemed so familiar, but also so new and powerful... it takes you to an ocean of pure consciousness, pure knowingness, but it's familiar, it's you, and right away a sense of happiness emerges, not a goofball happiness, but a thick beauty"

 If you're interested in tapping into your inner artist and further unlocking certain elements of creativity you may be unaware of, then I suggest you download this little piece of golden insight.

                                                        http://www.mediafire.com/?yitwlflt0ha

(At 101 minutes he starts talking about the perspective of the tortured artist and says despite popular belief,  the torture and pain that many believe to be their bloodline to inspiration, in fact DOES NOT HELP CREATIVITY, ultimate consciousness does)

I'm reading this amazing book called 

Seven Arrows: Hyemeyohsts Storm

I scanned this from the beginning of the book because I thought it was so beautiful. So far the book delves into the lives of the plains people, rituals, medicine wheels etc. It's rad, I can't wait to find out more.

Art show at ShutNYC-- and I'm so drunk I don't even think I can read...

When I was living in New York this past November, my friend Alicia and I went to our friend Mike's skate shop, Shut NYC, for a kind of art show that I guess was designed with a school charity in mind. It makes sense that the bag Mike gave me says Thanks for Learning with Us... And so inside this bag there were all these little goodies but I was way to sauced to care to investigate any further, at one point we got a hold of some side walk chalk and stumbled down the street marking arbitrarily. I forgot that I and a few undisclosed persons lifted some paint pens from a desk at the party,   I put one in side my jeans and didn't find out until the morning when it was lovingly smeared against my skin, we had been using sidewalk chalk all night, ha waste...

Chakra basics....

Chakra or energy center is a term used in Pranic healing, an ancient Hindu system of energy healing. “Prana” means life energy. “Aura” is another terminology traced to Pranic healing. Aura is a non-physical body that consists of energy, which exists along with our physical body. 

The aura that covers our body is said to have seven layers pertaining to the physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual aspects of an individual as manifested by energy. Studying the color and thickness of auras can be an indication on the state of health of individuals. Seven colors are associated with aura and interpreted into seven personalities. These colors are all present in an individual but one or two are more pronounced. Click Read More to see a chart of the attributes, colors and affirmations for particular chakra.

Charles Bukowski interview

--What is your definition of love?

Love?

Is kind of like,

you know,

when you see a fog in the morning

when you wake up

before the sun comes out

It's just there a little while

And then it burns away

--Really?

Absolutely

Burns Away?

Yeah.

Quickly.

It's just...

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality...

Dimethyltryptamine DMT

]
\'Saturday 7 am.

I’m sitting alone on a skate ramp in the back of the heaven house watching the dew and mist enveloping the green valley below. 

I just smoked DMT.

At first I hit it and Jordan told me to hold it in so I did, and then I hit it again and at that I fell the fuck back…. 

In the beginning I saw all these little rows of shapes outlined in white coming at me against a purplish primarily pink backdrop; triangles, circles, stick like thing’s, too many to process. I fell on the bed,