I think this came off a Timberland shoe box.
Dad cut it out for me.
Loads of cellphone pic submissions from my little intrepid cellphone cam reporters. My bruvah Max/Alastair headed out to Iowa to see my sister and now the whole family is out there. He has been sending me a digital diary of photos.
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Disclaimer for the last post: A belief system sat with me like a raw egg with ketchup sits in your gut in the hot sun, so I won’t be saying the ‘G’ word much again if I can help it. I believe in consciousness. Who could doubt that? It’s right either way. The minute you name the thing you are saying it is not yourself and I can’t get behind that (tip of the hat to Ben Folds & Shatner.) So whilst I’ve had a change of heart about the universal operating system, I will continue to have no use for the G- word. Thank you.
Oh God, I feel sick…
I recognize that face. Isn’t that the actor… umm… he’s always playing a billy-boy type. Shit. I forgot. You know, that sneer’ey kid? Blonde hair.
This came from Steven. I asked Steven to show some of his art and brain matter here. Made him an account, we’ll see if he does. He’s the dude I was corresponding with in the Squidward thread which is the most clicked on old post on this site, probably from unaware children that like the Spongebob televisor .
Vortex Based Mathematics by Marko Rodin What a hairy monkey. I haven’t actually watched this. I just bookmarked it. Who knows what secrets lie? Actually, maybe I watched this before. Shit, I can’t remember.
Freedom is forgiving yourself.
You have never made a mistake. Ever.
Thank you Geoffrey Bullington.
I discarded that pain body and left it by the beach.
I didn’t even know I’d been carrying it. It was fucking heavy too.
Sometimes things are so detailed and complex I can’t write about them. Like if I saw a complicated tree limb configuration and wanted to relay it to you, I’d have a bit of trouble with describing the details. Most of the data would be lost through the reduction and manifestation of thought into words; unless I had happened to take a picture. Then you could reference and assimilate my enthusiasm and reaction to it with the visual complexity and inner order of the photograph and then place that in the electromental field of your own life’s experience and layer your own reaction on top of the base perception and my interpretation. All of these complicated interchanges may result in the reaction, “big deal, it’s a frikkin’ tree,” but because you internalized my vibrational field we still evolved each other minutely.
My awakening process feels the same way. I’m having so many problems with finding the damn words. Especially as I don’t really know substantively what I believe and don’t even want a solid belief system anymore; it’s hard to get on a soap box and try to tell people to live a different way by thinking a different way. “Well what do you propose?” “Oh you know, being nice and shit cause everything is ONE divided infinitely to MANY. Why do you think gravity works? Because everything wants to come home; be one again.”
This awakening process is deceptive because we learn through the information, but all of this information gathering isn’t really about information at all. As Walter Russell says, you can’t know information or facts. You can be told them, but you can’t know them. You can only truly know through experience. I can give you all the new age bullshit in the world and we can watch the same videos and read the same articles, but if you don’t feel the truth of it in your gut then you aren’t having the same experience.
Like many fractal patterns, it is all matter of scale. If I have already done the research and am convinced that there is life on other planets or another dimension (or rather, in frequency ranges or fractal SCALE not accessible by our limited senses) then the next stepping stone, let’s say, that this other intelligence may be here on this planet or influencing us in some way right now, really isn’t that big of a jump. It’s a tiny gap, very easy for me to get to the next stepping stone. But for someone who hasn’t accepted the first premise internally and only has accepted it as a piece of information, the second leap is absolutely huge. Their scale is such that the gap is insurmountable and no fact or persuasion will get them across because it will have no internally digested truth to stick to. Only direct experience could reconfigure that person’s scale, and that unfortunately would be experienced as trauma because mentally it would be such a vast structural change in a single moment. Fear lives in the gaps where everything seems to be disjointed and removed from everything else.
I want to join the spiritual conversation that is going on in the world as I feel like I have something to add. I don’t want to go too grandiose either; that’s been done plenty. I want to bring it back to practicality and moment by moment every-day living.
(My mother got into Eckhart Tolle for a while on my suggestion, but it didn’t stick and actually made her more anxious rather than less. In all the BEING advice there wasn’t enough concrete DOING there for her to latch onto. The inner truth hadn’t attached itself yet and she wasn’t given the tools to even mimic the behavior of one who had already accepted the truth as he had. Like mimicing the actions of a Kung Fu master you attempt to BE a master through form, but the being is somewhere else; not in mimickry of the actions itself, in the muscle memory, or in the memory of learned behaviors.)
I want to be the translator for the world of thought. I want to elucidate tiny things like how to drive consciously or how to reinterpret failure moment by moment. How to reflow a conversation when necessary or distract a negative persona from themselves. How to think about the thought universe as primary and material as secondary. How to use game dynamics to represent the male and female energy exchanges (Walter Russell describes a universal male and female polarity rather than positive and negative) that occur behind ALL exchanges: intellectual, economic, in love, art, conversations, belief, weather, and in physics. How to love somebody truly and still be true to yourself. It’s all the same principle being taught to you over and over again! (Even though you already know the truth, experience dissonance as pain, and have chosen to be separate from creation in order to accelerate your growth and return journey.) I want to show how all this applies to both the material realist and the spiritualist. Living as if all was actually one within your own internalized reality, as if everything had purpose, is a more productive strategy than living without. We need to unlearn division.
I want make new-agey type videos for you, like this: Kymatica 8/9 and Kymatica 9/9 as I’m not sure I can say everything through pictures or words alone. Unfortunately, there is a palpable lack of quality that exists in all my endeavors because I approach the creative realm like a wild boxer; I’ll go a sloppy round of huffing and puffing and throwing punches and then I go back to my stool and spit into a bucket and chill for a bit. I need to be able to carry a project through stages and devote time and the necessary refinement to it, to get it to catch the viewer as a thought meme that will be spread like a virus. I see myself as a virus anyway. Even if I wasn’t blogging or saying so much as boo to a goose. Just thinking this way, going to a mall, walking the streets, driving your roads – I am a consciological weapon seeding myself in everyone I am near (which is everyone) and everything I touch (which is everything.) I topple governments and religions. I help you make poor fashion choices and healthier mental ones. I am pervasive and the more I change the world inside me the more the world outside changes. Because there is no outside world.
If that sounds like arrogance, that’s a reflection from your universe, not mine.
{ edit created sometime later when i was in a different mood, and post-hypocritically-dropping some f*bombs at my father because we were supposed to caravan somewhere and he just took off like he always does and left me fiddling with my GPS. Sadly, I felt that the f*bomb was most appropriate device at the time that could communicate my message effectively. Will it stop him from doing it again? Probably not. Edit note begins… now:
If you’re generally happy, then you’re probably doing it (life) right anyway, so don’t listen to me at all. Everything is as it should be and we’re all learning together at the same time. If we ain’t all learned then we ain’t learned shit. The state of the world outside is the state of the world inside. Man, you can practically watch the human race learning as one like a child – oh, fast food delicious and fast, but it made us fat… boo hoo… we should change, revenge and military justice delicious, but war cost us too much, national friends is better than enemies, a guy we want to drink a beer with isn’t a prerequisite for leadership, saying you’re christian doesn’t mean doing you’re christian, all our institutions let us down, the government lies to us, we got all me me me and more more more but now we’re sad sad sad, money is bullshit, we can live on less, we need to be more spiritual, we aren’t alone if we’re together, we need to be healthier, family and relationships is what matters, the corporations follow suit, we need to think healthier and treat the earth right, the corporations start making eco-socks (seriously, I saw this) and healthy living products and putting inspiring words in their advertising that they probably don’t believe, but the people do, and then wham! we ARE living in a better world, we ARE more responsible adults, the people running the corporations now DO believe the slogans and live appropriately. That’s why, unlike my crazy right-wing brethren, I don’t need to concern myself with Obama’s true motivations; the words of hope ARE hope, instill hope, the words of change ARE change, instill and allow change. It’s the thoughtspace, stupid. }
I was really comfortable as an atheist/agnostic. Now that I do believe in a consciousness/universal self, dare I say God, I’m on far less steady ground. To be honest I can’t feel it viscerally. That was always my problem as an atheist; “I’d sure like to believe what you folks are on about, but all I feel is the equilibrium, where is the god-love?” Now I know the love IS in equilibrium, is everywhere equally, but I still don’t know how to divide myself appropriately to actually feel it. Orgasms are cool, but a brief and poor substitute for a feeling of universal love and oneness. Ah well. I’ll keep meditating then. This distance I experience is an important part of being a translator; if you step too far in you can’t describe it to the folks back home any more. It will certainly make the moment of my knowing so much the sweeter if/when I get there.
So, Mia and I went to the Center of the One Heart Homecoming consciousness conference last weekend.
I only knew about it through Nassim Haramein’s newsletter. I saw the word Virginia and couldn’t believe it! No one ever comes to talk here, they always go to LA or NY. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. I wish I would have advertised that I was going and that it was even taking place because it might have inspired some of you too, but honestly I didn’t know if it was going to be really gay or not. It was kinda gay, but then again completely amazing and luckily I was a kinda-gay-me because I loved it all. Next year I will definitely go again. What an incredible experience. Not just the speakers, but just being around that kind of non-judgmental and thoughtful people really changes you. They had fun without beer and weed! That was odd to me, but I could get used to it.
Of the speakers, Ross Bishop (*), Geoffrey Bullington, and Nassim Haramein (*) all deserve high praise. (I didn’t get to hear the talk about dousing, but my buddy Scott once sent me dousing rods and they are still waiting for me to pick them up again.)
Even for one who reads a lot of this kind of stuff, I heard ideas and concepts I’d never heard before which impressed me. It was like we were on the cutting edge of philosophy. A speaker who was only there in spirit is Walter Russell. I knew absolutely nothing about the man until this weekend. He is amazing and there is a biography of him, The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the Universe (youtube), read by The DoveLady (plenty of stuff there to keep you busy for days.) I’ve been listening to her reading of The Secret of Light by Walter Russell as well, whilst at work. Put on my headphones and away I go! I can’t say I recommend Walter Russell for the average explorer though because he speaks with the voice of a different age. He needs a translator for the new one. He is also such an accomplished man that people will tend to see him as above themselves, not that this is something achievable by anyone. Because of my experience and respect I am linking to it, but if I had just stumbled upon the work without knowing anything about the man I’m not sure I would have passed it on for fear it would lose the average reader/viewer. I’m not sure his ideas will reignite today in their present form, but I hope to absorb what I can and find another vehicle to deliver them in.
He says nature is a jealous god and she will only tell you her secrets if you go to her alone and ask humbly. I do plan to do just that. Will tell you what she says.
He sold me two Russell books. He’s an interesting guy with loads to say, but he was most fascinated with why Mia and I looked so young at age 35. Whoo hoo! (My secret is avoiding stress and responsibility like the plague. Well, except personal responsibility for the state of the world, but that’s different.)
My dad says when I was a child he took us to Swannanoa and I was fascinated with it all, but I have no memory of this. Still, it seems significant that I would be so intellectually aroused by the man and the University of Philosophy and Science and then have it all come full circle now.
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In the read more I’ll post my godlikeproductions thread about Walter Russell if you want to hear a bit about the trip and some of the latest developments by Nassim Haramein. I thought it was interesting anyway.
If the one heart org. sells the DVD of the event I will find out and pimp it here for sure.
You’ve got to see that. What a great collection of important ideas.
Are you a GLP reader?
I made a thread suggesting some banner ideas, but it totally fell off the earth.
If anything, you’ve got to at least check that NASA image.
If you have actually registered an account, meaning, you clicked on Register and added a password and stuff then please let me know… either comment on this page or message kinda@kindagamey.com with your login name and I will spare your life.
Otherwise, in honor of our new authors, I’m going to clean out the whole registration database and delete everything in there, tidy up the place a bit. There are way too many .ru fake spam russian accounts bunging everything up.
6/17/2009
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To: Mel, Mia
From: KindaGamey
Subject: Official Invitation @ kindagamey.com
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Dear Ladies,
We here at KindaGamey.com would like to offer you writing positions authorizing you the power to contribute content (writing, photos, videos, book/movie/food reviews, recipes?, drink recipes?) as frequently or infrequently as you wish utilizing a state of the art interweb interface. Your office hours will be none at all and your pay will be commiserate.
We here at kindagamey need your yings to offset our totally huge yang. I only ask that the material you contribute is consciousness-raising or funny (which is also conscious-raising), and honest to the core as I know you both to be. True honesty can be infectious and it is one of the products we promote most highly here, not through word, but through deed and intention.
Please be aware, if either of you happen to have a husband who, eager to advance his own career, may wish to commandeer your verbal vehicle for his own devices, we here at kindagamey.com would kindly encourage the promotion of said illustrative talents as long as it did not interfere with your own purposes and actualization of self.
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Disk space is how much crap you uploaded. If one of you happens to have a camera that takes pictures with a pixel depth as large as the actual subject matter, this bar could get eaten up pretty fast. Maybe not though, that is a very big number with a lot of zeros.
Bandwidth means how many internets can fit in our internet tubes. This bar means per month, how much stuff the hobos of the internet have ladled from our soup bucket. If you make that bar go too big, then I will assuredly cry and have to start begging for donations. However, if we rock that kind of bandwidth we would be superstars of the internet and would only need lift a ringed pinky finger and the necessary funds would come pouring in.
We have a limit of 1000 mailboxes, so I can give you email accounts: whateveryouwant@kindagamey.com. Let me know what to set it to.
If you ever wanted to post your stuff on a different page than mine entirely and with a different backdrop and everything we might be able to set up your own subdomain later: whatevs.kindagamey.com
Don’t be nervous, the readers at kindagamey barely ever say anything. Or the hit count is just robots and spam droids. (Who knows what the hell they think?) In fact, I’m not even sure that anyone is really there, but I leave this crap here as a monument to how I lived and thought at the moment of postestation. They might be there, but if it makes you more comfortable just pretend they aren’t. Write for you, not to appease them. Make yourself laugh. If you don’t mind them looking over your shoulder, then let them be a motivation for you: “aw shit, I haven’t posted anything lately” is a guilt meme I sometimes carry. It is my internet version of the corresponding terrestrial guilt: “aw shit, I feel guilty because I’ve been hanging out with Mia and haven’t seen my cat in three days and she needs me.” Everyone needs love! Hell, the presence of the audience may encourage you and give you the energy to keep going even if they don’t make themselves known directly. I haven’t written a fictional piece or stand-alone polished work in ages, but I’ll sit on the pan and eek out a blog; it satisfies my creative urge, keeps my writing muscle flexing, and doesn’t consume me daily like fire. Just till that moment is done.
The wordpress interface is pretty easy to use although sometimes you have to dig through the HTML version of a post to find out whats wrong. That’s hard. I can help. You can make draft versions and then publish when ready. Be as polished or as casual as you please, but don’t write in anyone else’s voice but your own. Emulation is by definition substandard! In fact, I advise pushing your brain completely aside like panis flaps and just let your “soul” write whatever the hell it wants. Then it comes out just right. Keep rereading as you go. Make sure you hear it in your own voice in your head. You aren’t just putting together words, it is an aural medium as well because people read to themselves in their own voices in their minds. So you are creating a musical rhythm (Shakespeare actually had rules for it, you needn’t be near as methodical), and sometimes it may be staccato and loud, or lackadaisical and slow, or brassy or whatever. If you sing in the mood you’re in, you’ll sing more true. I’m sure you’ll both put me to shame (although there really isn’t any need for shame because there is no such thing as failure and everything accepted is a learning experience) so I’ll stop telling you what to do now.
I’ve made a mess of the categories section and am inconsistent with using it properly. We use the Jewey Decimal System so you’ll probably want to learn Hebrew. There are ‘labels’ you can add to posts as well which I have totally not been using and should have been because it makes it easier for people to find stuff. If you want a link added to the links page lemme know. You can upload pictures to a gallery or embed them in the page. If you add the MORE tag you can paginate and force the user to click a ‘read more’ link. Speaking of links, I kiss my readers’ asses with links. They probably never click them (always assume they don’t) but I give them just in case they need em. I try and do the work for them because the poor dears hate to do any work and I’ll even put a youtube hard link underneath the video in case they’re using a mobile device or don’t have flash or whatever. I try not to link to anything that I don’t want to accidentally promote by giving attention to it, but sometimes you can’t help it. I try not to assume they are regular readers and that they might have stumbled in. I don’t mind repeating myself or even explaining something that might otherwise seem evident or basic common knowledge, because not everyone has access to the same information.
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It may be weird to be the only people on the dance floor, but that could change.
Let me know. And if you say yes, let me publish this letter and your response rather than have to write some kind of bullshitty announcement. You both rock. And I had fun at the backyard mini-keg party even though the only picture I took was of people’s feet. Andy was in rare form. It was neat to go from Swannanoa with all the conscious-raised people straight back to our group who are, in their own way, a very special bunch of people and very much the main reason why I can appreciate and admire the pull of Richmond now whereas I couldn’t when I was younger.
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