Archive for January, 2010
Audio of Commentary on Third Prasad released. Child Abuse, Savage Human Ape Kills Its Own…. Now, scream!
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 31, 2010
- Name: Mickel Adzema
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ind. scholar, primal therapist, & political activist. Searching for
truth in world of Lies, Liars; wanting to help as we kill planet,
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Mickel Adzema says:
Child Abuse, Savage History of Childhood, Savage Human Ape Kills Its Own…..
Face it. Scream. Get humble. Accept it. Get better. Belong in the Universe. Return Home.
Here I’ll start…
Here I’ll start….
HALF-BORNS With more time, and despite the myriad experiences and changes of the multitudinous and diverse (and mostly spread out and
separated, never touching or knowing each other, on amassive
planet) peoples and cultures, the Unapproved and Hidden are, because of
a peculiarity of them, everywhere and always among all the many
evolving and refining definitions of Human, Reality, Life — different
as they could possibly be — never for a second, or even slightly,
partially, or indirectly, included in that light of the obviously true,
the common-sensical, by any culture. Part of this peculiarity — the relative upstart humans haveanother
common defining characteristic: only half-ready for life at the time of
birth (relative to all other brother-sister species comprising the
citizens of Earth), they are, humans alone are, totally dependent for
their survival upon the good will of the fully grown — often parents,
but not of necessity and certainly not always.
Commentary On Third Prasad Read more at www.entertonement.com
both love it if you would include yourself in this. This would be
really nice with our friends included. You have to see it to
understand. It is very pretty and complimentary. It’s at http://www.primalspirit.com Primal Spirit Love, Mary Lynn
The Fifth Prasad released. Of “The Great Reveal” by The PlanetMates
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 31, 2010
The PlanetMates have released the text of the Fifth Prasad.
The Fifth Prasad:
Your Wordism, e.g. – while actually an aberration,
a flaw in your reality perceptors, causing you to never really hear or
understand each other, let alone other beings or forms of life energy –
is touted as a supreme accomplishment!
Whereas, your minds — suffused and distracted with a
non-stop stream of non-sensical repetitions of word symbols – imprison
and isolate you in a world of swirling mental “bookmarks” of reality,
tagged to, but only dimly reflective of What’s Real, and keeping you
blind to the wondrous reality itself in which other beings live in
clarity of purpose and life meaning, and with direct intra- and
interspecies and inter-entity communication.
And this you misconstrue as a benefit in awareness, while
actually it serves to cover up your lack of knowledge of your meaning
or reason for being as well as the fear that abides with that
(to be continued)
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Regards,
SillyMickel P.S.: Hello, Mickel found this nice “guestbook” to put on the front page of Primal Spirit. We’dboth love it if you would include yourself in this. This would be
really nice with our friends included. You have to see it to
understand. It is very pretty and complimentary. It’s at http://www.primalspirit.com Primal Spirit Love, Mary Lynn
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The Fourth Prasad released. Of “The Great Reveal” by The PlanetMates
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 31, 2010
The PlanetMates have released the text of the Fourth Prasad.
The Fourth Prasad:
BEING HALF-BORN CREATES INFERIORITY FEELINGS. HUMANS
EVERYWHERE REPRESS THIS DISCOMFORT THROUGH INFLATION OF SELF AND AN
OVERWEENING SUPERIORITY APART FROM AND AGAINST ALL OTHER BEINGS AS WELL
AS THE ALL-THAT-IS, OR NATURE-GOD ITSELF. HUMAN DIFFERENCES, E.G.,
LANGUAGE, ARE TOUTED AS PROOF OF SUPERIORITY, NOT FLAWED SUBSTITUTES
FOR DIRECT COMMUNICATION.
This peculiar trait of
being half born is nowhere, among humans, seen to be of any
consequence. When noted, it is spun as evidence supporting your belief
in your superiority over all others.
But the belief itself
was a spawn of that difference of being not ready at birth, dependent
and vulnerable, and therefore owing one’s very life to the sufficient
ministrations of fully growns.
Nonetheless, this
superiority defense against the underlying inferiority feelings is
built up increasingly to beat back into the Unapproved and Hidden the
nagging reality of your confused, unsteady consciousness.
(to be continued)
Regards,
SillyMickel P.S.: Hello, Mickel found this nice “guestbook” to put on the front page of Primal Spirit. We’dboth love it if you would include yourself in this. This would be
really nice with our friends included. You have to see it to
understand. It is very pretty and complimentary. It’s at http://www.primalspirit.com Primal Spirit Love, Mary Lynn
Hotmail: Powerful Free email with security by Microsoft. Get it now.
The Matrix continues its social and pharmaceutical hold over our humanity, nay, our divinity. But there’s Yoko.
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 27, 2010
Mickel Adzema says:
Yoko continues her uncanny ability to take sound and words to weave
poetry in its deepest sense. This composition is an audible reflection
pointing back at the basic experience of life – one’s everyday reality,
one’s real felt experience, which few people notice as they spend their
time in their imaginary symbolic … read more
With the 2009 release of “Feel the Sand” on the “Between My Head and the Sky” album, Yoko continues her uncanny ability to take sound and words to weave
poetry in its deepest sense. This composition is an audible reflection
pointing back at the basic experience of life – one’s everyday reality,
one’s real felt experience, which few people notice as they spend their
time in their imaginary symbolic world of words, creating future
castles, imaginary maps to it, or reweaving word smoke about memories
of past battles. It is Zen in its true sense; it is primal; it brings
one closer to the only reality that exists, Experience, which is God.
So it is spiritual in reminding us of the Reality of which God is
comprised, by cutting through the maya, Matrix, beta consciousness, and
monkey-mind hoopla and flotsam which we confuse with Reality.
That is poetry’s deepest purpose — connecting us with reality and
feeling. It is important because we humans, scared of reality that
might be “too” real, all too easily spend our lives in phantom worlds
populated with ghostly others from our past, mirages of the future to
make up for something, and endless spider webs of concepts trying to
connect all these invisibles and nonrealities, all the while our body
goes through the repetitive motions of life mechanically, robot-like,
and zombie-like. Zombie-like because we move, we act, but the lights
aren’t even on inside; we may as well be sleep-walking or dead. Why?
Well, just try to remember all the little things you do in the course
of your day. Chances are you’ll remember outlines, but mostly remember
what you were planning, intending, or figuring your next moves — all
the while unconscious of what you are doing in the present.
But Yoko One once again finds a unique way to wake us to the only life
we really have – the one in the present with whatever is there. She
helps us to be more alive, more awake.
Is this good music? Well, you can’t dance to it; you wouldn’t want it
playing in your car so you can forget that you’re wasting your time on
an ugly freeway, breathing noxious auto fumes, and thinking about
being, not there, but at your destination. No, because this would wake
you up to the facts you’re trying to forget.
But if music can be more than an opiate, can actually be artistic in
the way Nietzsche defined it; and yes, it can; then this is an example
of that.
But it is unlikely to be considered music or even good music among the
people of the Western “civilized” world. For it has been many decades
since those days when we would listen to music and feel we had become
better for it; feel like our music sessions were meditative
experiences, punctuated with insights, even epiphanies. No, the wealthy
powers maintaining their positions by weaving the Matrix have put their
wealth toward creating a Brave New World of terrified people, grasping
desperately at the soma pills of antidepressants and pain-killers to
block out the horror, which unfortunately, then, they help to maintain
because having chosen stupidity, they cannot even know what the
problems or the solutions are, so they are easily manipulated to act
against their own interests. Don’t believe me? One word – teabaggers.
Coincidentally, this is the day after people who wanted a good health
care reform program voted for a man to kill it, over against someone
who would have continued Ted Kennedy’s lifelong fight but could be
voted against because she didn’t know baseball as well as they thought
she should have.
Still, Yoko Ono continues to be the sublime artist; and she can’t be
blamed for throwing pearls before swine, when that is all she can see.
And I thank her for continuing despite that disheartening prospect,
because there are those, like myself, while we are not great in number,
who DO hear her, who are inspired and redirected, happily, as we too
will forget, to notice the solid ground beneath our feet, the smell of
the air coursing into and out of us, and our rootedness in the moment.
And with that we will feel at home once again, stronger for relying on
substantial things, and happier for remembering the Paradise of God’s
Existence all around and through us, grateful to have been wakened from
the path we had just been on in our imagined prison, where we had just,
uncoerced, opened a cell door, walked through into it and was about to
lock it behind us, all unconsciously, as our monkey-minds were busily
at work constructing and destructing in an imaginary future or a
nonexistent past.
Thanks, Yoko, we need you more and more as the years go by, and the
Matrix continues its social and pharmaceutical hold over our humanity,
nay, our divinity. I know that you are not seeking to be a guru; I know
that you are not even really seeking anything, except to do what you
must do — being the unique you, expressing the Truth that that you know
well, though there are ever fewer ears to hear. Still, because of my
gratitude, I hope for you that after the Kali Yuga finally hits bottom
and our world will need to wake up, or die, that those living at that
time will see you, acknowledge your true role, and thank you, as I do,
for the help your music will be to many at that time.
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If you see a “demon” on the path, shake its hand!
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 27, 2010
I wrote this in response to a friend who’d seen an “entity” and had become afraid. This is the second time a friend had related an experience like this; and both of them responded with “Be gone!” or an equivalent of that. One person added “In Christ’s name!”
I wrote (names changed, of course): Please, Rosannadanna, do what you can, short of primal feeling of it whichwould really get rid of it, to not give energy to evil. The Native
Americans didn’t. It’s interesting that you called out to “Jesus” when
you were afraid — because yes it is the Christians who’ve diminished
God so much that rather than being the Supreme Being and the All That
Is (including Nature), there is another will in the Universe that is
not His/Hers that would want to make us suffer forever. Try to
imagine a God/Goddess who REALLY, REALLY (NO SHIT REALLY) GOOD! And if
that entity is All That Is as well; then how could there possibly be
evil entities attacking you? The saints have always pointed out that a
god is most often seen as a demon until one is (w)holy enough to
recognize him. Next time you see a fearful anything, or a terrifying
anything, remember that you were terrified, you were hurt, and you
would of course see something that is new or strange to you through
those feelings. But strip away your fear, and there is either nothing
there, or there is a being — as terrified as you — who just needs
some love. Remember that what happened to you when you were young was
done by someone who saw you through that same filter of fear and
terror, and did not recognize your innocence. That is sad; but it also
made you the wise woman (wise, not all-knowing — none of us is) you
are today! Remember: our greatest challenge is to recognize the
things in us that are just like our perpetrators. Without awareness, we
do to others exactly what was done to us. That is why awareness is so
important to liberation. Without awareness that the present is not the
past, without then looking deeply into the present and seeing that
difference and then creating a different behavior than the one you are
familiar with (as a victim, but you also learned the perp’s behavior),
you end up fearing, and then doing to the innocent other what was done
to you. But the awesome news is that with awareness, and courage (and
primal therapy helps tremendously there — in giving you courage) you
can think of alternative behaviors to the ones you are habituated to —
like instead of “scary, strange, non-human thing, get away and be
gone,” you might say “how do I know for sure that I’m in any danger,
after all, it seems that I’m just about to be the first one here to go
making someone feel like they are a monster!” (a bit disrespectful when
you don’t even know the entity, don’t you think?). Thinking that, you
might say to yourself, “I’m not going to be the first one here to be
dissing and ferocious. Instead, knowing that God is love and that God
is literally All That Is (including this entity) as well as God is
closer to me than my own breath (so how can I feel alone or, fearful?),
why don’t I take a good look at this entity and see if maybe I can see
a little of something other than fearful things — like maybe the
entity is, I must not turn away and must look deep now, hurt…maybe. Or maybe the entity is frustrated, like it’s looking at me with a “Aw,
c’mon, Rosannadanna! OK, so this time I didn’t get all dressed up like a
Native American Wise Woman and didn’t go all Pocahantas on ya, but like
I was in a hurry — Christ, didn’t even get a chance to shave — but I
knew you needed to have this message right away! So I came as I am,
thinking that you would be past prejudging upon appearances by now
(ain’t that what the white man did to the Native Americans? hmm, now, Rosannadanna? Ain’t that?). But, Christ, you’re all “get the hell out of
here and all — “hell, don’t you remember me?” — and then you go and
drop the J-bomb on me. Chirst! I mean Jesus is cool and all, but what
they made out of him is nothing at all like He is and what they made
him into was a freak, a reason to not do their own learning, and to
allow themselves to keep recreating their hell of fear” Or something
like that you might be seeing in this entity. And then when you see
that, even a fraction of it, you might try putting out your hand, face
up, in friendship. You might embrace, but no need to go that far until
you’re ready. Anyway, the Native Americans didn’t have any
concept of hell. They saw Nature and the Heavens as equally beneficent;
and their role was simply not to forget that. And because they were
good at that — the “not forgetting”… what we might call “faith,” we
call them noble. Because they stood tall on this Earth, fearing neither
man, beast, nor spirit. For they knew that they were part of the one
all-encompassing weave of Existence, no better, but then no worse than
any other part. So they stood tall, felt themselves strong and solid
their feet on the Earth, knowing that they had purpose and meaning,
knowing that they belonged here (Earth), and that nothing could ever
harm them that was not in their best interest in the long run, and was
a gift from Nature — which could not help but be on their side and
intending to help them, for indeed they were part of Nature, so why
would they be against themselves. And beyond that, what else exists
that could possibly be against them. That’s native American. But
Sathya Sai Baba in this century said — and all religions have the same
one wisdom at their base since there can only be one Truth — “Why fear
when I am here?” More succinctly put. But know that when He says I am
here, he does not mean, I am here alive on Earth, he means I am always
and everywhere and in all times HERE…there is no space, neither in the
physical metaphorical reality nor in Consciousness Itself, which
encompasses and is actually equivalent to All That Exists (with nothing
existing other than it) that is not supremely suffused with God….with
God’s Love, God’s caring, mercy, compassion, All-knowingness, and
All-powerfulness. And that God, being Love, is not only here, but is
more loving and caring about your welfare than you are yourself. That
is why it is said “Let Go, Let God,” because we realize, at a certain
point, that were it not for God screwing with our plans, and had we
gone forward with what we intended, we’d be nowhere near in as good a
place as we are now. I.e., if it weren’t for God’s mercy, and with His
All-Knowingness, we’d all have screwed up big time long ago, and no
doubt would even be dead already, without having even learned from our
experience. So God is always Here, and God is more loving of you
than you are of yourself (How can that not be true? For is not God,
Love itself? And yet can you say that of yourself?) So God is better at
loving than we are, even when it comes to loving ourselves. The
upshot of all this is that we are challenged by God in every lifetime
until we get it right to throw off the shackles of fear, hatred, and
negativity — which has its roots in our very early existence before,
during and after birth; it has its roots in a time when in the throes
of pain we forgot that we had indeed asked for the pain so that we
could strengthen ourselves in awareness over time by remembering it.
And hence realizing anew the wondrous news (Gospel? = good news?) that
the only thing that is not heaven here and now is the blots in our
vision obscuring that heavenly vision and creating in those dark spaces
things that exist only in our selves. But we’ve chosen to have those
blots so as to have again the adventure of realizing over time just how
incredibly wonderful is Existence-God-Awareness-Reality-Truth. Basically
we are gods who have decided to take an adventure in being sinners so
that we can create a darkness (evil) against which the wondrous
qualities of our divine nature, when in time they are realized, shine
so much more brightly or are seen in their incredibly beautiful and
loving complexity only against the black backdrop of our life during
our period of intentional forgetfulness. This is simple to us
all, so simple, yet it continues to sound complex, because we have
chosen that as well, and made that part of the obstacles that we
overcome only making the homecoming that much sweeter. However, we can
summarize; and maybe this will help. As Arlo Guthrie once put it
discussing this very thing about evil and God (no shit. On one of his
albums, he waxes philosophically this way.): “Y’know,” he says, “If
you’ve got a light. I mean, if you’ve got a really really nice light.
Well, don’t you kind of want to go looking for a dark to put it in?”
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The Fifth Prasad, of “The Great Reveal” by The Planetmates
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 24, 2010
The Fifth Prasad:
Your Wordism, e.g. – while actually an aberration, a flaw in your reality perceptors, causing you to never really
Koala was First Consciousness at The Fifth Prasad
hear or understand each other, let alone other beings or forms of life energy – is touted as a supreme accomplishment!
Whereas, your minds — suffused and distracted with a non-stop stream of non-sensical repetitions of word symbols – imprison and isolate you in a world of swirling mental “bookmarks” of reality, tagged to, but only dimly reflective of What’s Real, and keeping you blind to the wondrous reality itself in which other beings live in clarity of purpose and life meaning, and with direct intra- and interspecies and inter-entity communication.
And this you misconstrue as a benefit in awareness, while actually it serves to cover up your lack of knowledge of your meaning or reason for being as well as the fear that abides with that
(to be continued)
What follows is a video of a reading of The Fifth Prasad, with commentary, elaboration, and context, by SillyMickel Adzema.
If you see a “demon” on the path, shake its hand!
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 24, 2010
I wrote this in response to a friend who’d seen an “entity” and had become afraid. This is the second time a friend had related an experience like this; and both of them responded with “Be gone!” or an equivalent of that. One person added “In Christ’s name!”
I wrote (names changed, of course): Please, Rosannadanna, do what you can, short of primal feeling of it whichwould really get rid of it, to not give energy to evil. The Native
Americans didn’t. It’s interesting that you called out to “Jesus” when
you were afraid — because yes it is the Christians who’ve diminished
God so much that rather than being the Supreme Being and the All That
Is (including Nature), there is another will in the Universe that is
not His/Hers that would want to make us suffer forever. Try to
imagine a God/Goddess who REALLY, REALLY (NO SHIT REALLY) GOOD! And if
that entity is All That Is as well; then how could there possibly be
evil entities attacking you? The saints have always pointed out that a
god is most often seen as a demon until one is (w)holy enough to
recognize him. Next time you see a fearful anything, or a terrifying
anything, remember that you were terrified, you were hurt, and you
would of course see something that is new or strange to you through
those feelings. But strip away your fear, and there is either nothing
there, or there is a being — as terrified as you — who just needs
some love. Remember that what happened to you when you were young was
done by someone who saw you through that same filter of fear and
terror, and did not recognize your innocence. That is sad; but it also
made you the wise woman (wise, not all-knowing — none of us is) you
are today! Remember: our greatest challenge is to recognize the
things in us that are just like our perpetrators. Without awareness, we
do to others exactly what was done to us. That is why awareness is so
important to liberation. Without awareness that the present is not the
past, without then looking deeply into the present and seeing that
difference and then creating a different behavior than the one you are
familiar with (as a victim, but you also learned the perp’s behavior),
you end up fearing, and then doing to the innocent other what was done
to you. But the awesome news is that with awareness, and courage (and
primal therapy helps tremendously there — in giving you courage) you
can think of alternative behaviors to the ones you are habituated to —
like instead of “scary, strange, non-human thing, get away and be
gone,” you might say “how do I know for sure that I’m in any danger,
after all, it seems that I’m just about to be the first one here to go
making someone feel like they are a monster!” (a bit disrespectful when
you don’t even know the entity, don’t you think?). Thinking that, you
might say to yourself, “I’m not going to be the first one here to be
dissing and ferocious. Instead, knowing that God is love and that God
is literally All That Is (including this entity) as well as God is
closer to me than my own breath (so how can I feel alone or, fearful?),
why don’t I take a good look at this entity and see if maybe I can see
a little of something other than fearful things — like maybe the
entity is, I must not turn away and must look deep now, hurt…maybe. Or maybe the entity is frustrated, like it’s looking at me with a “Aw,
c’mon, Rosannadanna! OK, so this time I didn’t get all dressed up like a
Native American Wise Woman and didn’t go all Pocahantas on ya, but like
I was in a hurry — Christ, didn’t even get a chance to shave — but I
knew you needed to have this message right away! So I came as I am,
thinking that you would be past prejudging upon appearances by now
(ain’t that what the white man did to the Native Americans? hmm, now, Rosannadanna? Ain’t that?). But, Christ, you’re all “get the hell out of
here and all — “hell, don’t you remember me?” — and then you go and
drop the J-bomb on me. Chirst! I mean Jesus is cool and all, but what
they made out of him is nothing at all like He is and what they made
him into was a freak, a reason to not do their own learning, and to
allow themselves to keep recreating their hell of fear” Or something
like that you might be seeing in this entity. And then when you see
that, even a fraction of it, you might try putting out your hand, face
up, in friendship. You might embrace, but no need to go that far until
you’re ready. Anyway, the Native Americans didn’t have any
concept of hell. They saw Nature and the Heavens as equally beneficent;
and their role was simply not to forget that. And because they were
good at that — the “not forgetting”… what we might call “faith,” we
call them noble. Because they stood tall on this Earth, fearing neither
man, beast, nor spirit. For they knew that they were part of the one
all-encompassing weave of Existence, no better, but then no worse than
any other part. So they stood tall, felt themselves strong and solid
their feet on the Earth, knowing that they had purpose and meaning,
knowing that they belonged here (Earth), and that nothing could ever
harm them that was not in their best interest in the long run, and was
a gift from Nature — which could not help but be on their side and
intending to help them, for indeed they were part of Nature, so why
would they be against themselves. And beyond that, what else exists
that could possibly be against them. That’s native American. But
Sathya Sai Baba in this century said — and all religions have the same
one wisdom at their base since there can only be one Truth — “Why fear
when I am here?” More succinctly put. But know that when He says I am
here, he does not mean, I am here alive on Earth, he means I am always
and everywhere and in all times HERE…there is no space, neither in the
physical metaphorical reality nor in Consciousness Itself, which
encompasses and is actually equivalent to All That Exists (with nothing
existing other than it) that is not supremely suffused with God….with
God’s Love, God’s caring, mercy, compassion, All-knowingness, and
All-powerfulness. And that God, being Love, is not only here, but is
more loving and caring about your welfare than you are yourself. That
is why it is said “Let Go, Let God,” because we realize, at a certain
point, that were it not for God screwing with our plans, and had we
gone forward with what we intended, we’d be nowhere near in as good a
place as we are now. I.e., if it weren’t for God’s mercy, and with His
All-Knowingness, we’d all have screwed up big time long ago, and no
doubt would even be dead already, without having even learned from our
experience. So God is always Here, and God is more loving of you
than you are of yourself (How can that not be true? For is not God,
Love itself? And yet can you say that of yourself?) So God is better at
loving than we are, even when it comes to loving ourselves. The
upshot of all this is that we are challenged by God in every lifetime
until we get it right to throw off the shackles of fear, hatred, and
negativity — which has its roots in our very early existence before,
during and after birth; it has its roots in a time when in the throes
of pain we forgot that we had indeed asked for the pain so that we
could strengthen ourselves in awareness over time by remembering it.
And hence realizing anew the wondrous news (Gospel? = good news?) that
the only thing that is not heaven here and now is the blots in our
vision obscuring that heavenly vision and creating in those dark spaces
things that exist only in our selves. But we’ve chosen to have those
blots so as to have again the adventure of realizing over time just how
incredibly wonderful is Existence-God-Awareness-Reality-Truth. Basically
we are gods who have decided to take an adventure in being sinners so
that we can create a darkness (evil) against which the wondrous
qualities of our divine nature, when in time they are realized, shine
so much more brightly or are seen in their incredibly beautiful and
loving complexity only against the black backdrop of our life during
our period of intentional forgetfulness. This is simple to us
all, so simple, yet it continues to sound complex, because we have
chosen that as well, and made that part of the obstacles that we
overcome only making the homecoming that much sweeter. However, we can
summarize; and maybe this will help. As Arlo Guthrie once put it
discussing this very thing about evil and God (no shit. On one of his
albums, he waxes philosophically this way.): “Y’know,” he says, “If
you’ve got a light. I mean, if you’ve got a really really nice light.
Well, don’t you kind of want to go looking for a dark to put it in?”
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The Matrix continue its social and pharmaceutical hold over our humanity, nay, our divinity. But there’s Yoko.
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 24, 2010
Mickel Adzema says:
Yoko continues her uncanny ability to take sound and words to weave
poetry in its deepest sense. This composition is an audible reflection
pointing back at the basic experience of life – one’s everyday reality,
one’s real felt experience, which few people notice as they spend their
time in their imaginary symbolic … read more
With the 2009 release of “Feel the Sand” on the “Between My Head and the Sky” album, Yoko continues her uncanny ability to take sound and words to weave
poetry in its deepest sense. This composition is an audible reflection
pointing back at the basic experience of life – one’s everyday reality,
one’s real felt experience, which few people notice as they spend their
time in their imaginary symbolic world of words, creating future
castles, imaginary maps to it, or reweaving word smoke about memories
of past battles. It is Zen in its true sense; it is primal; it brings
one closer to the only reality that exists, Experience, which is God.
So it is spiritual in reminding us of the Reality of which God is
comprised, by cutting through the maya, Matrix, beta consciousness, and
monkey-mind hoopla and flotsam which we confuse with Reality.
That is poetry’s deepest purpose — connecting us with reality and
feeling. It is important because we humans, scared of reality that
might be “too” real, all too easily spend our lives in phantom worlds
populated with ghostly others from our past, mirages of the future to
make up for something, and endless spider webs of concepts trying to
connect all these invisibles and nonrealities, all the while our body
goes through the repetitive motions of life mechanically, robot-like,
and zombie-like. Zombie-like because we move, we act, but the lights
aren’t even on inside; we may as well be sleep-walking or dead. Why?
Well, just try to remember all the little things you do in the course
of your day. Chances are you’ll remember outlines, but mostly remember
what you were planning, intending, or figuring your next moves — all
the while unconscious of what you are doing in the present.
But Yoko One once again finds a unique way to wake us to the only life
we really have – the one in the present with whatever is there. She
helps us to be more alive, more awake.
Is this good music? Well, you can’t dance to it; you wouldn’t want it
playing in your car so you can forget that you’re wasting your time on
an ugly freeway, breathing noxious auto fumes, and thinking about
being, not there, but at your destination. No, because this would wake
you up to the facts you’re trying to forget.
But if music can be more than an opiate, can actually be artistic in
the way Nietzsche defined it; and yes, it can; then this is an example
of that.
But it is unlikely to be considered music or even good music among the
people of the Western “civilized” world. For it has been many decades
since those days when we would listen to music and feel we had become
better for it; feel like our music sessions were meditative
experiences, punctuated with insights, even epiphanies. No, the wealthy
powers maintaining their positions by weaving the Matrix have put their
wealth toward creating a Brave New World of terrified people, grasping
desperately at the soma pills of antidepressants and pain-killers to
block out the horror, which unfortunately, then, they help to maintain
because having chosen stupidity, they cannot even know what the
problems or the solutions are, so they are easily manipulated to act
against their own interests. Don’t believe me? One word – teabaggers.
Coincidentally, this is the day after people who wanted a good health
care reform program voted for a man to kill it, over against someone
who would have continued Ted Kennedy’s lifelong fight but could be
voted against because she didn’t know baseball as well as they thought
she should have.
Still, Yoko Ono continues to be the sublime artist; and she can’t be
blamed for throwing pearls before swine, when that is all she can see.
And I thank her for continuing despite that disheartening prospect,
because there are those, like myself, while we are not great in number,
who DO hear her, who are inspired and redirected, happily, as we too
will forget, to notice the solid ground beneath our feet, the smell of
the air coursing into and out of us, and our rootedness in the moment.
And with that we will feel at home once again, stronger for relying on
substantial things, and happier for remembering the Paradise of God’s
Existence all around and through us, grateful to have been wakened from
the path we had just been on in our imagined prison, where we had just,
uncoerced, opened a cell door, walked through into it and was about to
lock it behind us, all unconsciously, as our monkey-minds were busily
at work constructing and destructing in an imaginary future or a
nonexistent past.
Thanks, Yoko, we need you more and more as the years go by, and the
Matrix continues its social and pharmaceutical hold over our humanity,
nay, our divinity. I know that you are not seeking to be a guru; I know
that you are not even really seeking anything, except to do what you
must do — being the unique you, expressing the Truth that that you know
well, though there are ever fewer ears to hear. Still, because of my
gratitude, I hope for you that after the Kali Yuga finally hits bottom
and our world will need to wake up, or die, that those living at that
time will see you, acknowledge your true role, and thank you, as I do,
for the help your music will be to many at that time.
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YouTube Video – Commentary On Third Prasad, by SillyMickel Adzema
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 17, 2010
Commentary On Third
Prasad – Child Abuse, Savage History of Childhood, War, Savage Human Ape Kills
Its Own
Not exactly feeling
like the pinnacle of creation today. But I don’t get for a minute what could
possibly be blissful about ignorance. I remember a scene from a rather recent
movie out of India. At one point, there’s a scene at a train station. There’s a
huge crowd, all silent, as they are surrounding a silent, cross-legged Mahatma
Ghandi. It was the Ghandi during his long period of huge popularity in India.
He was seated on top of something so that he could be seen by the crowd, who
earlier had been running to get a glimpse of him, as the news that he had
stopped there was spread like a thunderclap. It was an unusual scene for a
movie. Everyone stood or sat, silently, staring at the holy man or else with
bowed head in prayer, as the Mahatma was. And so it went, until, with no prior
indication, he lifted his head. The people were already with him and with eager
ears awaited his words. They were amazingly few. He said, “I spent most of
my life thinking that God was Truth. I’ve come to believe that Truth is God. I
invite you to join me in that belief.” And with that he was pulled back
into the train to continue his journey.
“Truth is
God.” I invite you to swim with me in the profound and bottomless
waters of that.
Video – Commentary
on The Third Prasad. from “The
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The Fourth Prasad of “The Great Reveal” by The Planetmates
Posted by sillymickel in History on January 16, 2010
The Fourth Prasad:
Swans Were First Consciousness at The Fourth Prasad
BEING HALF-BORN CREATES INFERIORITY FEELINGS. HUMANS EVERYWHERE REPRESS THIS DISCOMFORT THROUGH INFLATION OF SELF AND AN OVERWEENING SUPERIORITY APART FROM AND AGAINST ALL OTHER BEINGS AS WELL AS THE ALL-THAT-IS, OR NATURE-GOD ITSELF. HUMAN DIFFERENCES, E.G., LANGUAGE, ARE TOUTED AS PROOF OF SUPERIORITY, NOT FLAWED SUBSTITUTES FOR DIRECT COMMUNICATION.
This peculiar trait of being half born is nowhere, among humans, seen to be of any consequence. When noted, it is spun as evidence supporting your belief in your superiority over all others.
But the belief itself was a spawn of that difference of being not ready at birth, dependent and vulnerable, and therefore owing one’s very life to the sufficient ministrations of fully growns.
Nonetheless, this superiority defense against the underlying inferiority feelings is built up increasingly to beat back into the Unapproved and Hidden the nagging reality of your confused, unsteady consciousness.
(to be continued)
What follows is a video of a reading of The Fourth Prasad, with commentary, elaboration, and context, by SillyMickel Adzema.
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