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He has a good heart. And he walks the good love road. Hail, Abu! The love dog!
âYou have to remember that any boundary is useful fictionâ - R. Buckminster Fuller. Fuller never ceases to make me smile. He is often a welcome slap in the face. For me, Fuller verifies and validates my experiences and the felt sensual wholeness of childhood. Where divine Universal principles are felt, and expressed through our bodies just by the fact of being alive. In doing such, he brings me back to a sense of wholeness again and again. I think he would agree that the powers to be, or patriarchal structures, requires one to be partial. To have a split personality. For me, Buckyâs words are alive. They mirror wholeness. And asks one to elaborate on them within their own thought structures. For me, itâs no accident the the best description of what I experience having an energy event/seizure is best expressed through Fullerâs Synergetic Geometry. How can I not become a Glad Fool wanting others to experience Buckyâs livestream.
Watts Definition of Synergy
Synergy is the intelligence of a highly complex system the nature of which is highly unknown to the individual. It goes back then to this point. We are always entering a new environment. We donât fully know what this environment is because the only environment we know are the past ones. There is always operating. The development of cellular life on any level is a new way of organization higher than any previous and we are not aware of it until after it happens
Why Donât Critics Attack Fuller
No one has to review his books because he is not writing a book in their field. We are cut up into disciplines. Whatever they are doing, he is not doing. âI am not into that. I donât do that I can ignore Fuller because he is not my schtick.â With impunity they can say, âI can ignore itâ
The real reason that critics donât tackle Fuller is if they really got into Fuller and understood him they would have to come home at the end of the day and tell their wives, âIâve wasted my life so farâ They canât afford that risk.
Are all Buckyâs books the same book?
He is so synergetic, it is this role of humanâs in Universe and what humans can do about it and how they can build up an understanding of nature from their experience. All of his books are one book. For him, experience is the only source of authority.
Anyone using their own experience in touch and observation instead of tradition that has been handed down will experience nature in a completely different way. This is the source of his authority and the theme of all of his work.
Ed Applewhite
Christmas Day
It is the morning of Christmas. The walk is slow. It doesnât seem like weâre the type that walks hand in hand...at least not openly..
There is no stopping. The walk feels weighted. Renee just comes out with it.
âMy skin cancer metasticized.
I am unsure of how that lands. Iâm even unsure how it will land in the future. Itâs morning. We are... A pin doesnât drop. The music doesnât swell.Instead it is laid in a way that is appropriate right now as I will be in the future as this story is laid out.
I begin to think like a CPAâs calculator. Time seems to be condensed. All the houses and trees surrounding donât seems to be moving. So the calculating, strategizing, weighing and reviewing past experience end with a âhell no, I am outâ or âFuck, yes. Iâm in.
It unexpectedly becomes both
As I leave it, I begin to realize that we really havenât done such a bad job. And the death of a working anâs life in a big American hospital does not have to be this traumatic agony that people assume that it is. And so weâve done a better job than weâve thought weâve done. And I think we need, oh my fellow conspirators, to recognize this. Yeah, weâre not doing such a bad job for the world. And if a few more conspirators out there would realize that... What is this conspiracy?. A conspiracy of geniality and hope. And we need to investigate it more because I donât think we are doing as bad a job at it as people think we maybe are. If that sounds too sappy or front-loaded, workman wise, screw it. Weâre not doing as bad as they claim we are. So letâs hear it for the fucking human race....
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Great article below about the plane I flew/flew in and the pilot I flew with yesterday. The tech/pilot info seems to be much until you handle the stick. You learn quick one you take the stick. I can understand about 1/2 of the article just on experience alone. And what article says about hard to land is true. Completely different feel...and I could sense Mike up his game behind me in the cockpit as he brought the plane in. During the flight I asked Mike what had drawn him to flying. He said it was a flight on a Stearman when he was 5 yo and he saw his parents in the backyard, or the desire was already there. Mike inherited the plane from a friend, Frank, who had passed due to cancer. "Here's to Frank" I said as we flew over Long Beach. He and his wife wondered "how are we going to keep this plane and its upkeep?" They started a second business and it's worked out ever since. I was the 2650th passenger! Blessed to have had the opportunity of joyful flight, to have the feeling of being in good hands and work with a good pilot, and to have such a clear mirroring of a current state of being: )
"You do not belong to you. You belong to the universe. The significance of you will remain forever obscure to you, but you may assume you are fulfilling your significance if you apply yourself to converting all you experience to highest advantage to others." -R. Buckminster Fuller
Today is a day I shall praise through and through The happiest day for a Doctor Abu. He's gentle of spirit with strength in his hands. âHeâs an awesome chiroâ say his hundreds of fans. As a sportsman heâs true. Watch him ski on the slope. As a runner heâs steady. He is smooth and quite dope. And his cars are sweet clean. Just ask one of his buds. He has always been stylish. Just look at his duds. His love for his wifeâŠvery deep and heartfelt. His love for his kidsâŠwell it just makes you melt. As a friend he is loyal and caring and true. Heâll give you a laugh and you wonât feel blue. A serious manâŠoh thank god he is not. Heâll slap you upside the head and youâll see what youâve got. A life of promise with great healing and grace A touch of Three Stooges and a grin on your face. So to you my good friend I send all of my love, A bucket of joy and much light from above
Terrence
You have to take seriously the notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility, because the only understanding of the universe that will be useful to you is your own understanding.
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My technique is donât believe anything. If you believe in something, you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.
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I often like to think that our map of the world is wrong, that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from. Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death. A book is life with one dimension pulled out of it. And life is something that lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.
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Culture replaces authentic feeling with words. As an example of this, imagine an infant lying in its cradle, and the window is open, and into the room comes something, marvelous, mysterious, glittering, shedding light of many colors, movement, sound, a transformative hierophany of integrated perception and the child is enthralled and then the mother comes into the room and she says to the child, âthatâs a bird, baby, thatâs a bird,â instantly the complex wave of the angel peacock iridescent trans-formative mystery is collapsed, into the word. All mystery is gone, the child learns this is a bird, this is a bird, and by the time weâre five or six years old all the mystery of reality has been carefully tiled over with words. This is a bird, this is a house, this is the sky, and we seal ourselves in within a linguistic shell of dis-empowered perception.
from The World Could Be Anything (1990)
All our previous positions are now exposed as absurd. But people donât draw the obvious conclusion: it must also mean then that our present situation is absurd.
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The mode of communication of [octopi]: they become their linguistic intent. This repertoire of blushes, dots, stripes, traveling fields, color changes. And, then, because they are soft-bodied they can quickly reveal and conceal all parts of their body very quickly. So if you watch an octopus in communication its surface texture is changing, its color is changing, and it is hiding, and revealingâitâs dancing, and itâs a dance of pure meaning, perceived visually by the object of its intention, which is other octopi.
So, compare this for a moment to our method of communication. We use rapidly modulated small mouth noises. As primates we have incredible ability to make small mouth noises. We can do this for up to six hours at a stretch without tiring. No other thing we can do approaches the level of variation with low energy investment that the small mouth noises do. A person using a deaf-and-dumb language is exhausted after forty-five minutes. But a problem with the small mouth noises mode of communication is: I have a thought, I look in a dictionary that I have created out of my life experience, I map the thought onto the dictionary, I make the requisite small mouth noises, they cross physical space, they enter your ear, you look in your dictionary, which is different from my dictionary, but if we speak what we call âthe same languageâ it will be close enough that you will âsort ofâ understand what I mean. Now if I donât say to you, âwhat do I mean?â you and I will go gaily off in the assumption that we understand each other.
But if I say to you âdo you understand what I meant thenâ you say âyes, you meant that you donât want to sit with Harry and Sally because their pending divorce makes you uncomââI say âno, thatâs not that I meant: I meantââ So thereâs misunderstanding because the dictionaries are not matched. Now notice whatâs happening with the octopi. There is no dictionary. Both parties are seeing the same thing because my body is my meaning. I become my meaning. And you behold the meaning I have become. I am like a naked thought. Not even a naked nervous-system. More naked than that. I am a naked thought, in aqueous space, unfolding in time. I maintain this is why octopi eject clouds of ink: itâs so they can have private thoughts. Because if you can be seen you can be understood. Well this is a perfect model, condoned by nature, for the kind of transformation we want to lead our culture toward.
And I donât think itâs that outlandish. Our previous animal totems were chosen unconsciously and were rather unfortunate, I think: I take the totem of the 19th century to be, um, the horse, expressed as the steam engine. And the totemic animal of the 20th century is the raptor, the bird of prey, expressed as supersonic fighter aircraft, which is just, you know, the leanest, meanest machine you can get together these days. But these mammalian and avian images are too close to the rapacious heart of the primate inside us; embracing an image of the soul like that of the octopi is permission for a strange and alien kind of beauty to be let into our lives.
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Someone said language was invented to lie; well, in a way, thatâs true, because of the problem of noncommunication. As soon as you have something to communicate thereâre places where you donât want the message to go, so this creates a very interesting problem. If I were twenty years old I would go into marine biology just to spend some time with [octopi].
from âA talk given at the invitation of Ruth and Arthur Young of the Berkeley Institute for the Study of Consciousnessâ (1984) collected in The Archaic Revival (1991)
We are not primarily biological, with mind emerging as a kind of iridescence, a kind of epiphenomenon at the higher levels of organization of biology. We are hyperspatial objects of some sort that cast a shadow onto matter. The shadow in matter is our physical organism.
At death, the thing that casts the shadow withdraws, and metabolism ceases. Material form breaks down; it ceases to be a dissipative structure in a very localized area, sustained against entropy by cycling material in, extracting energy, and expelling waste. But the form that ordered it is not affected. These declarative statements are made from the point of view of the shamanic tradition, which touches all higher religions. Both the psychedelic dream state and the waking psychedelic state acquire great import because they reveal to life a task: to become familiar with this dimension that is causing being, in order to be familiar with it at the moment of passing from life.
The metaphor of a vehicleâan after-death vehicle, an astral bodyâis used by several traditions. Shamanism and certain yogas, including Taoist yoga, claim very clearly that the purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the pysche.
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History is the shock wave of eschatology. In other words, we are living in a very unique moment, ten or twenty thousand years long, where an immense transition is happening. The object at the end of and beyond history is the human species fused into eternal tantric union with the superconducting Overmind/UFO. It is that mystery that casts its shadow back through time. All religion, all philosophy, all wars, pogroms, and persecution happen because people do not get the message right. There is both the forward-flowing casuistry of being, causal determinism, and the interference pattern that is formed against that by the backward-flowing fact of this eschatological hyperobject throwing its shadow across the temporal landscape. We exist, yet there is a great deal of noise. This situation called history is totally unique; it will last only for a moment, it began a moment ago. In that moment there is a tremendous burst of static as the monkey goes to godhood,as the final eschatological object mitigates and transforms the forward flow of entropic circumstance.
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What is happening to our world is ingression of novelty toward what [Alfred North Whitehead] called âconcrescence,â a tightening gyre. Everything is flowing together. The âautopoetic lapis,â the alchemical stone at the end of time, coalesces when everything flows together. When the laws of physics are obviated, the universe disappears, and what is left is the tightly bound plenum, the monad, able to express itself for itself, rather than only able to cast a shadow into physis as its reflection. [âŠ] It will be the entry of our species into hyperspace, but it will appear to be the end of physical laws accompanied by the release of the mind into the imagination. [âŠ] As one closes distance with the eschatological object, the reflections it is throwing off resemble more and more the thing itself. In the final moment the Unspeakable stands revealed. There are no more reflections of the Mystery. The Mystery in all its nakedness is seen, and nothing else exists.
from Trialogues at the Edge of the West (1992)
When I look at human history, I see the accumulation of a sense of urgency long before anyone started worrying about ecocide or population. Itâs almost as though the world soul is the thing that wants to live and, sensing instability, it is trying to build a lifeboat out of the clumsy material of protoplasm. The world soul may actually sense the finite life of the sun, and it may be trying to build a lifeboat for itself to cross to another star. How in the world can you cross to another star when the only material available is protoplasm? Well, it may take fifty million years, but there are strategies. They have to do with genetic languages, and with developing a creature who deals with matter through abstraction and analysis, eventually creating technology. This is all an enzymatically mediated process, a plan in the mind of the world soul to survive.
âŠwhy this increasing urgency, century after century? For fifteen thousand years, there has been increasing anxiety and the following of increasingly irrational chreodes. Only if there is a problem with the stability of the environment do the last ten thousand years of human history make any sense. This problem has created history as an evacuation, a frantic project to find a way out. Thatâs why things have been allowed to tear loose, to poison the oceans, to strip the continents. The world soul, I think, is in communication with us in the culminating moment of human history. Everything is being scripted for a purpose, and toward an end unglimpsed by us but tied up with the survival of everything.
from True Hallucinations (1992)
[Sand dunes] bear a resemblance to the force that created them, wind. It is as if each grain of sand were a bit inside the memory of a natural computer. The wind is the input that arranges the grains of sand so that they beam a lower-dimensional template of a higher-dimensional phenomenon, in this case the wind. There is nothing magical about this, and it does not seem mysterious to us: wind, a pressure that is variable in space. In my thinking, the genes of organisms are grains of sand arranged by the ebb and flow of the winds of time. Naturally, then, organisms bear the imprint of the inherent variables in the temporal medium in which they arose. DNA is the blank slate upon which the changing temporal variables have had their sequin and relative differences recorded. Any technique that saw into the energetic relationships within a living organism, such as yoga or the use of psychedelic plants, would also give a deep insight concerning the variable nature of time.
from Evolving Times (1995)
The way in which [the internet] will dissolve boundaries is by making us transparent. To each other. I mean, I can imagine a child of the future, we all bring home our drawings to stick on refrigerators, and things like thatâin the future we wonât stick them on refrigerators, we will stick them in our website. And everything will go into our website. And by the time weâre 25, or something, our website will be the size of the American Museum of Natural History. And you can wander through it. And as a gesture of intimacy you can invite someone else to wander through it. Well thatâs who you areâitâs your imagination. And, I think, in a sense, Iâve said, at times, that: The cultural enterprise is an effort to turn ourselves inside out. We want to put the body into the imagination, and we want the imagination to replace the laws of physics. With these technologies we can probably do that. But itâll have to run on psychedelic design principles, or itâs certain to be a mess.
from True Conversations with Terence McKenna (1999)
âIâll try to be around and about. But if Iâm not, then you know that Iâm behind your eyelids, and Iâll meet you there.â
from The Last Interview (1999)
I always thought death would come on the freeway in a few horrifying moments, so youâd have no time to sort it out. Having months and months to look at it and think about it and talk to people and hear what they have to say, itâs a kind of blessing. Itâs certainly an opportunity to grow up and get a grip and sort it all out. Just being told by an unsmiling guy in a white coat that youâre going to be dead in four months definitely turns on the lights. [âŠ] It makes life rich and poignant. When it first happened, and I got these diagnoses, I could see the light of eternity, a la William Blake, shining through every leaf. I mean, a bug walking across the ground moved me to tears.
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When I think about dying, the thing that surprises me is how much of the future I regard as history, and how I donât want to miss it. I want to know how it all comes out. I havenât a lot of money riding on my vision of things, but I would like to know how the universe came to be, whatâs up with extraterrestrials, where biotech is going, where the Internet is going, about robot/man space-flight to the outer planets. Because the next century will be it. We are on the brink of a posthuman existence, or we are into the early phase of the posthuman existence. So whatâs it gonna look like? Whatâs it gonna feel like?
"Conflict has no f***ing place in improv.
"We're all in 'sales,' selling our personalities, our accomplishments, our charms." That's a quote from Richard Grossinger's book "2013." I share his view of human nature. Is there any interaction between people that doesn't involve a bit of hustling? The subtext of every encounter includes at least one of the following: 1. "I want you to like me." 2. "I'm trying to get you to believe I am who I say I am." 3. "I'd really like you to see how interesting and important and unique I am." Given the fact that this is a ubiquitous phenomenon, there's no need to be shy or embarrassed or secretive about it. So get out there and sell yourself. With brazen innocence and relaxed enjoyment, show the world who you are and what you have to give.
Genuine love, while it lasts, is a transformative emotional state that makes of the loved one an irreplacable being. There's something magical, magnificent and very sweet about that - Tom Robbins
Two dreams last night with past partner, the lovely Renee Wilson. Thank you for contributing to where I stand in the ongoing nowÂ
Special K, be blessed. Full garden. Robust home. Love. New chapter begins.
âShe continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.â
T.R.
"Most importantly we have learned that from here on it is success for all or none, for it is experimentally proven by physics that "unity is plural and at minimum two" - the complementary but not mirror-imaged proton and neutron. You and I are inherently different and complimentary. Together we average as zero - that is, as eternity.â - Bucky ! "A true path is a two path" - Swami O'