Jeremy’s Blog
7.30.09
2012 Is My Friend.
Hiding In Plain Sight, that’s what I should call this blog. It’s right here on the front page of a popular podcast and yet I don’t think anyone reads it, which is perfect, really, because I can get away with saying crazy shit.
Today’s crazy shit is a possible answer to why, for the past few months, almost anytime I look at a clock it’s 11:11, 12:12, 1:11, 2:22, etc. Checking out Bob Gleason’s blog on the facts (as he sees them anyway) behind a new work of 2012 fiction, I read:
“On 12/21/2012 at 11:11 PM Universal Time earth will experience its first galactic alignment in that 26,000 period. The Maya believed that date marks the end of the Fifth Sun Age.”
Is that it? Is it a message of some sort? Is my internal clock setting itself to universal time?
I’m not a big bleever in the 2012 prophesy. In fact, I don’t even see agreement on said prophesy, so what is there to believe in? What some White folks from Sedona tell us an extinct Mesoamerican race meant by their calendar? What mind fucked trust-fund druggie Daniel Pinchbeck opines? McKenna?
Meh.
That said I have not been myself since the eclipse. There, I said it. Rather, I have not been myself lately and perhaps coincidentally it began on the night of the eclipse. Well, the numbers thing began months ago… but the feeling different began during the eclipse. Um. Coincidentally.
Jeff gave me some binaural beats to listen to and that just tore me open even further. If you’ve not heard of them, what you do is, pop ‘em in your Walkman or iPod, put on your headphones, and listen. They are comprised of a tone at different frequencies in each ear, which together, magically, in your brain, form a warbling sound. That’s the generic effect. Beyond that you may think you hear voices or music or experience various sensations–all of which, for me, is akin to the onset of the psilocybin mushroom trip.
I listened in silence, which for me means that the “meditation energy” took over and went nuts with this thing. It utilized it in ways too long to type. I had a really hard time coming down from that, much like a trip. I think this energy in me has made my brain incredibly sensitive. My fear is that I’m going to break myself through these little experiments or finally during “meditation.”
My sense is, that’s the point.
And then I’m gone.
But why now? Why at all? Is there a 2012 connection? Is there an eclipse connection? Are connections just what we make of them?
Do I know the answers to all of this but am just not telling you?
Or me?
When the questions die the man lives and that’s no life worth living.
7.7.09
Think You’d Like To Meet A Good Storyteller?
If I were to tell you a story so off the wall as to be unbelievable, would you believe it? I mean a tale that jumps the shark so many times it HAS to be true because nobody would be that dumb as to ruin your suspension of disbelief or that delusional and still coherent.
Say that happened; say I told you that story… What would you do with it? Do you think you’d care? Would you be in awe? Would it change anything? Could you shrug it off?
I’m curious how you think you would react. I’ll betcha five bucks it’s not how you would react. I think you think you’d be in awe and you wouldn’t. You would shrug it off and say, “Oh.”
And why?
Because we’d rather remain where we are with what we’ve got repeating the same old questions over and over again as if we want them answered. We don’t. To know the answers is to change the questions and all of that is the type of evolution we’ll avoid at any cost. We’ll even tell ourselves we want to evolve and believe that that is what motivates us to question. We’ll tell ourselves that and have “deep” conversations with friends and family and all of it, to a syllable, is a circle jerk. It’s avoidance.
Do you know who knows this?
Many of the great, original storytellers. They entertained you with a smile and behind that smile was a devious fuck you because you did not deserve to know the true moral to the story even though you were certain you got it.
So… actually… you may want to think twice before you say you’d like to meet a good storyteller.
OLDER POST
One fine day I was strolling through the Paratopia Zoo when I happened upon a zook keeper knee deep in river installing a wire fence. I asked him why he was sectioning off the little pool there and he told me it’s because they have some new swans coming in. If they let the swans mingle with the other water fowl right away, it’ll be ugly. They have to get used to each other first.
I thought, ‘Huh. That’s kinda like when imigrantsfirst moved to new York and set up China Town, Little Italy, and so on. That’s why we divide borroughs. it’s animal.’ Not done thinking, I rubbed my chin wisely and pndered, ‘Huh. I wonder if part of the reason African-Americans have had a rougher time of it than any other group is because they were never properly brought in this way. It was slavery into freedom with no “getting to know you as a human” period. Yes, yes, all of the other factors for sure… but is this one of ‘em too?’
At the end of the day, we’re still functioning in animal patterns. We don’t see it until confronted by the zoo, or “Animal Planet.” And remember next time you’re feeling all human-centric superior: those fowl being roped off by us were once dinosaurs.
Kinda humbling isn’t it?
