Sunday, June 26, 2011

Binaural Tim Allen Wannabe Guns For The Third Eye

When I first drank Ayahuasca the effect descended after about 45 minutes as if a magical curtain were being raised on an enchanted mystery wonderland. The presiding shaman produced a masterfully evocative ambiance by alternately playing a Jew's harp and harmonica, seamlessly bridging the in-between-space that straddles the ayahuasca realm and the here and now of the 3-D world, softly playing first one and then the other as the spirit moved him, as he gauged the ebb and flow of the mood of the ayahuasca and its influence on the seekers sitting around him in the darkness, also integrating endless monotonous singing of his icaros, playing a variety of flutes and whistles, his necklaces making little clacking sounds as he moved around in the darkness, rhythmically swishing the air with his churipanga leaf brush.

Even now, more than a half year later, the rustling of palm leaves against each other, the sound of the wind in the trees, the roar of the ocean, the quiet little insect sounds of a sultry tropical evening, the rhythm of conversational patterns heard from the middle distance, the cracking, chainsaw spitting of a motor bike engine as it mounts a hill a mile away as heard above the roar of the surf, the preternatural, sinuous silence of a cat-eyed snake as it slips up the stairs to the kitchen and darts into a drain pipe downspout, etc. bring to mind the ayahuasca wonderland.

It always hits me hard – like a bag of sledge hammers. I can hardly walk for a solid day afterward. Especially the first few times, I practically lost all motor coordination, at the same time that I gained extraordinary insights into reality and had deep personal realizations, at a profound level of knowing. For the most part, these effects have been more physical and emotional for me than visual – as if my organism is being rewired, reprogrammed, harmonized for more synchronous communication with ayahuasca at a cellular, DNA level. The small snakes who come and quietly observe me bear mention – doing nothing more than calmly watching and waiting. I feel in them great patience and tremendous inscrutability.

And then there was the biggest “Aha!” moment of them all when I saw with a rush, at the very beginning, that it is all a vast send-up, like a huge, cosmic practical joke with me and everyone else as its punchline. I actually saw the cosmic trickster himself, a leering clown figure, a joker or prankster dressed in a uniform and colorful multi-pointed cap like a medieval court jester, organizing the merry mayhem according to his uniquely mad method.

I remonstrated inwardly, to myself: “You have got to be kidding me!! Are you telling me that it's all an elaborate, #@$%-ing joke??!!”

And maybe it is. Or maybe the apparent “joke” is but one more level of deceit in a near endlessly convoluted scheme of entrapment and illusion. Perhaps the “jester” is but a “tester” of levels of discernment, a kind of gatekeeper, a sorter of seekers into this tack or that.

And I can see his value, because there is no end of games. Therefore a merry master of mystery with a mischievous mind is just the thing to keep the whole circus from dissolving into chaos, or rather he becomes the essential player who chaotically organizes the circus into the mad dissolution that so much mindless mischief merits.

Be that as it may, I take The Joker with the utmost seriousness, because there is no practical option to not doing so. I'm kidding of course, because in reality he strikes me with such a sinking sensation of morbid dread that I try to keep a playful perspective on his formidably evasive trickery, otherwise, I have the sure conviction that he'll hoist me – and maybe you too – on his considerable petard – just for the sheer, jovial hell of it. He's a real wild card. I'm absolutely sure he's in cahoots with the snakes – and the most sobering part of it is that for sure both he and the snakes are more real, more real by far, than the Faux News that confronts you when you switch on your television set and watch the corporate manufactured, 24 hour, global news cycle.

Oh, Lord help us.

I feel like I'm in an insane asylum or locked up on some prison planet that's lost in space, both of which are probably tolerably close to the actual truth of the local reality here below.

As proof positive of that concept I have noticed of late that there are certain, alternative news websites that have taken to loudly and shrilly denouncing "sustainability."

Now, examining this position with care it is first of all important to clearly understand that for all practical human considerations – air, water, food,, etc. the Earth is a closed system. So if the closed system known as the Earth is run in an unsustainable manner, the system fails to sustain itself and will fail. The planet will become uninhabitable. Dead.

Sustainable environmental policies therefore "sustain" the Earth as a habitable planet. Likewise, unsustainable environmental policies logically mean that the environment becomes "un"-sustainable, and that the Earth as a whole becomes uninhabitable. Either the Earth "sustains" life or it "un"-sustains life.

An unsustainable environment results in failed ecology. Failed ecology means: DEATH.

Sustainable means: tree planting, green energy, not polluting, not fouling the seas, not spreading toxic chemicals, etc. Keep the Earth clean and we all live. That is "sustaining life", i.e., "sustainable" environmental policies. For that you need FORESTS -- millions and millions and millions of acres of them, free and WILD forests. For that you need wilderness, LOTS of it. Those who believe otherwise are simply deluded and not thinking clearly.

The life process on this planet is one, seamless whole. The global ecological order in its entirety is interconnected. If the planetary web of life is not "sustained" then the whole fabric of life becomes "un"-sustainable, it all unravels and we all die.

Simple.

Here we have the puzzling prospect of a planet brimful of human beings, 99% of whom have not the faintest grasp of fundamental ecology and their own place in it. For the most part, most human beings do not understand the vital importance of the wildlife and the wild forests, and jungles and vast open prairies that they are destroying. The available evidence strongly indicates that myriad millions of human beings have no sense at all of their connectedness with nature.

I am thinking in this instant of those many people who for years have been vociferously denouncing "tree huggers." By all lights these unfortunate individuals appear not to have even an inkling of a clue that the "tree" part of the phrase "tree hugger" makes the very oxygen that they so ignorantly waste when they raise their voices to stupidly denounce "tree huggers." In the immortal words of Forest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.”

Besides, what fool would not hug a tree with profound gratitude? Without trees and lots of them, we are all dead. Without uncontaminated, natural seas we are all dead. Without huge parts of the planet left wild, or nearly so, we are all dead. Take a look around, the planet is dying right now because our way of living is not sustainable, because we are killing a wild and living planet, because we have bred in our teeming billions way beyond the natural carrying capacity of the planet's natural ecology.

Note: this view I am espousing is a radically pro-life philosophy, the very thing that so-called "conservatives" say they favor. But do they really? Are they really "pro-life"?

This obstinate refusal to acknowledge the reality of the global ecological crisis succinctly epitomizes the impasse we face as a species. What to do when so many millions remain so willfully, so obstinately, even obdurately deaf, dumb and blind, even as the global ecology is rapidly crashing?

I don't see any way out of our conundrum on this planet other than for a lot of us, and I mean millions and millions to radically raise the level of our consciousness. I am talking about dramatic awakening of our higher spiritual faculties – the heart chakra, the third eye, the crown chakra.

And the the throat chakra as well, the better to advocate clearly and eloquently on behalf of the Earth herself and all of her creatures, large and small.

There are a number of ways to awaken higher spiritual faculties, such as the various yogas like hatha yoga or japa yoga, prayer, meditation, brain entrainment CDs (key word search for terms like mind sync, brain sync, brain entrainment, binaural CDs, holosync) some of the entheogenic plants such as ayahuasca brew or ibogaine, even pure focused, single-minded intent to have and to manifest a higher level of consciousness, all coupled with a deep gratitude to the Universe for life and breath itself. All of these things can and will nurture and promote expanded consciousness, if an overarching desire for greater awareness exists.

I can tell you that I have done most of these things myself, and, indeed, they have had the effect of expanding my awareness, albeit, not always in quite the way that I anticipated.

One of the things that has happened over the years is that I have found myself traveling out of body on numerous occasions, including as recently as last year when I was incarcerated in North Dakota, locked in a cell for weeks on end with a serial murderer, whose first words to me when he entered the cell were: “I'm a serial murderer. I kill without compunction or remorse.”

It was an outrageous, Hannibal Lecter style of self-promotion, but then not everyone has good social skills, though every word of it was unpleasantly true. So I tried to focus on other things. Like getting out of jail. (For more about that please see: The Minot Manifesto.)

On another recent occasion I was listening to a brain entrainment mp-3 when suddenly I rotated out of my body, to find myself groggily kneeling on the floor in front of a small group of people, completely unsure of where I was and how I came to be there. The individuals that were regarding me were absolutely nonthreatening. They looked at me and I looked at them, and then, because I could not summon any conscious motor control, plopped right over before them like a big sack of potatoes, face first onto the floor. Fwooomp!!

I lay there with my nose down in the carpet, feeling like a fool, wondering where in the world I was. I could hear them, as if at the other end of a long drainpipe, calmly discussing what to do about “that man there.” Upon hearing this, I dreamily wondered what man they could possibly be discussing. It did not occur to me at the time that they were likely wondering what to do about me. Then I heard and felt someone walking around my prone body from one end to the other. I saw well-shined shoes out of the corner of my eye as they passed by my head. My wooziness at that point was so extreme that I could scarcely comprehend what was happening. I have no idea what happened next. I came to sometime later in my room. I chalked up the experience to a lesson in humility.

And then just a few weeks ago, I was meditating with a binaural CD that I bought over the Internet when I gradually became aware that someone was drilling into my brain, right through my skull. I was not overly alarmed, because I could not see the person, and, besides, it did not hurt. It felt like getting a haircut, rather pleasant, truth to be told. And then, the brain driller suddenly walked around in front of me. He held a portable drill in his hand, with a drill bit locked in place, like he was doing a Tim Allen, home improvement improvisation. He held it up in front of my face and gunned the drill. Gzzzung!! Gzzuuung!! He was no stranger to me. I immediately recognized him and also understood that within the next five seconds he was going to drill straight into my forehead, directly into my brain, and open up my third eye!! I was terrified at the prospect of having this man summarily drill into my brain, with an ordinary, handheld, portable drill!! I was stricken with an instant rush of blind, animal panic and immediately lost consciousness.

But I can tell you this much: that reality is every bit as real as this reality, perhaps even more so, and separated from this reality only by a slightly different brainwave frequency. Among other things, I suppose that means that I probably have a still pending rendezvous with an, uh, binaurally amped “handyman.,” who is even now awaiting my next visit to his Third Eye Opening Workshop.

Now, don't read this and think for one minute that what I'm discussing here could never possibly happen to you, because: “Oh, yes!” I am here to tell you that a lot of people are going to be experiencing mind boggling brainwave alteration in the coming months and years. We've been locked into one, extremely misleading mental frequency for much too long. Very large numbers of us are imminently going to tune all up and down the mental dial, in full waking consciousness, and you know what? A lot of people are going to be having all sorts of mind-and-reality-bending experiences that will make my humble little excursions look like the awkward, fumbling, kindergarten exercises that they are.

This is another way of observing that it's hyper-hard to keep them down on the Farm when they gain greater experience and full, waking control in Alpha, Theta, and dare we even say it, exotically Deepest, Eyes Wide Open, Walking & Talking Delta brainwave states.

To wit: The Minot Manifesto and every last little thing that that entails. Strumming the continental heart chakra, going out of body in the Heart of America, and so forth and so on.

Which, of course, is tantamount to saying: Can't Help Falling In Love

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p.s. A final note: if you are financially able to purchase property and would like to transition out of wherever you may be and relocate to South America, please e-mail me at your very earliest convenience: dr_samizdat1618 at yahoo.com Heavy events are going to be coming down in the coming months and if you are able to, and desire to establish a life in South America, right now is the propitious time to act. Available properties range from a beautiful, 1000 hectare working estancia with year-round water in Uruguay for $4 million, to a productive 23 acre farm in central Chile with new house and appliances, garden, orchard, animals and farm equipment for less than $500K, to a wide variety of wonderful houses and lots in Ecuador from less than $100K and up. Serious inquiries only. Please don't waste my time and yours if you are not financially able to purchase property, and prepared to act now.

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Final Meter Measures .999

Last night I had a clear dream in which two different people, first a man and then a woman, both impressed upon me that when measuring a very long distance, the final meter is always one millimeter less than all of the preceding meters. I asked them why this should be so, and they both adamantly replied that that is “just the way it is.” They each showed me the final meter, and indeed, the final meter is precisely .999 meters long. It actually is one millimeter shorter than a standard meter rule.

I was shown this in the context of a long dream, a significant part of which entailed a major tree thinning operation to make the dream-scape more pleasant. The Woman-in-Charge of this ecological remediation project showed me that the trees had grown much too thick, way too close together and so the decision had been made to thin them out, to cut most of them down and remove them from the forest, in order to promote the well-being of the trees and wildlife that she selected to remain. She told me that she was thinning the trees to make the area more “park-like," that was her precise language.

She was very matter of fact about everything, both that the final meter is always precisely .999 meters, and that that is “just the way it is,” and also that so many of the trees had to be cut down, to make the forest more park-like and a better environment for the trees that remained. It was all just the way it is and has to be. She was like an ecological manager. She is in charge of the forest, she is the warden, the steward, she takes care of the land and looks out for its well-being. She has great authority, but does not flaunt it. She was very calm, self-assured and comfortable in her own skin. She is not at all a “Powers That Be” or “Powers That Be Minion” sort of personality. On the contrary, it strikes me that those types are very likely just the sort of timber that she has in mind to thin out and “harvest” to provide a better growth environment for the remaining trees.

Given the context of the research and writing that occupies a lot of my life, the import of the dream for me is that however much time you thought you had before the really sloppy stuff starts to hit the cosmic fan, think again. The time grows short. The “final meter” is in sight, and there will be a major “tree thinning” operation as the “final meter” is measured out. I saw it clearly and it is definitely, precisely, .999 of a meter. I suppose this could also be a reference to a final refining process that results in a final value of .999 for whatever is being “metered,” i.e, measured, as for instance the purity of souls at the end of this karmic cycle, analogous to the purity of coins or bars of refined precious metals, such as silver, platinum and gold, that are stamped with a grade of .999 if they are considered pure, or as close to pure as the final refining process can feasibly smelt them.

Oh, there may well be scoffers and naysayers, even alphabet soup operatives for the CIA, Mossad, NSA, NASA, BBC, MSNBC & The Machine who will try to hold sway for a little while yet. Some few of these individuals may even troll down to the comments section of this blog post and scrawl negative comments or ad hominem criticisms. They are what they are, and what they do is just the way it is.

But time does grow short, especially for them, and they sense it. Notwithstanding, the “final meter” is invariable. It also is what it is. And that is just the way things are.

In the coming months and next few years, everything you can imagine is possible, and probably most of it will occur: volcanic eruptions on a large scale, monster earthquakes, tsunamis, major dam collapses, catastrophic flooding, category 5 hurricanes, huge tornadoes, huge fires, deadly drought, runaway global economic collapse, bio-warfare, more “accidental” industrial, planetary "kill shots" (think BP in GoM, GE at Fukushima, etc.), attempts to spark world war (think USA/Zionist attack against Iran) or outright world war, extreme solar flares, global food crisis, ecological collapse, failure of major governments,  ongoing radioactive poisoning problem from Fukushima which will *not* go away, etc.

Afterward, as the catastrophic period into which we have now entered fades away, a new society with a different vision of life and a radically new way of being human on this planet will emerge. And that will be a most happy time, a refreshing period in which to live and thrive, in ways that the present system actively endeavors to physically annihilate and spiritually quash.

But before that Golden Day Dawns, it sure does look like we will first go through just a little bit of hell. The karmic debt of so many individuals now incarnate on this planet is so heavy and so fiendishly dark, that it is hard to see how it could be otherwise. By all indications, we have already entered the beginning phases of what we will slog through for the next few years.

For better or for worse, what happens in the USA at the present time has an inordinate affect on the rest of the planet, because of the global projection of that country's cultural, military, political and economic influence. What happens in the USA therefore has a huge follow on, or ripple effect on the world. So as the USA empire crumbles, as the chaos that is sweeping the planet also engulfs the USA, it will have an even more pronounced influence on planetary affairs – for a historically short period – than similar events in other countries. But then, after the USA system fails across the board, the USA system will become subordinate, instead of dominant, and cease to have the outsized, global role that it does now.

In the interim, please consider the following events now underway in the USA that are part of a series of repeated body blows that will decisively bring to a close the dark, American-dominated chapter in human history:

The Missouri River in the western USA is currently experiencing historic high levels of water that are poised to go much higher still, as a much greater than normal snow cover in the Montana mountains melts and rushes downstream. This poses a problem, because there are six, large, earthen, flood control dams and reservoirs the length of the Missouri River that are at full capacity now, with unknown vertical feet of floodwaters still to come. If these aging, earthen dams are overtopped the real potential for one or more dam failures exists, with a consequent surge of high water that would gush rapidly downstream, flooding farmland, washing out bridges, pipelines and railroad tracks, overwhelming levees, and flooding towns and cities on the way. This short video explains the problem.

Missouri River - Flood of Biblical Proportions 6/11/11

The Fort Peck Dam in eastern Montana is arguably the weakest link in the Missouri River flood control system. As it happens, it has a prior history of collapse. When it was being constructed in 1938, it failed catastrophically. A large section of it gave way and eight men were killed, of whom six remain buried in the dam.

Aerial View of Fort Peck Dam After 1938 Construction Collapse

Were there to be another slide today, the whole dam would undoubtedly give way, considering that the reservoir is currently full to capacity and very near to overflowing. That would send a wall of water cascading downstream that would pose problems for nuclear power plants in Nebraska that sit immediately on the bank of the river. The Fort Calhoun nuclear power plant near Omaha, Nebraska is already surrounded by rising floodwater, with an unknown numbers of feet rise in the river's level still to come. The situation is precarious. The potential for a situation similar to what is occurring at Fukushima, Japan is very real. There is another nuclear power plant along the Missouri River in Nebraska, near Brownville. The Cooper nuclear power plant is also subject to being inundated by the flooding Missouri, and in fact, in 1993 the operator did have to shut it down when upstream levees failed, and it was threatened by floodwater from the Missouri. Please see:

Nebraska Nuclear Power Plants: Missouri River Flood Conditions

Fort Calhoun nuclear power plant near Omaha, Nebraska

Midwest Floods: Both Nebraska Nuke Stations Threatened

Even more troubling is the fire that occurred at the Fort Calhoun plant's spent fuel cooling pool two weeks ago, resulting in temporary loss of power to the cooling pumps. Were the spent fuel cooling pond to heat up, the water that cools the spent nuclear fuel rods would boil off and the rods would catch fire, spreading poisonous radionuclides far and wide.

Electrical Fire Knocks Out Spent Fuel Cooling at Nebraska Nuclear Plant

In recent days a “no fly” zone has been put in place over the plant, raising even more questions as to the status of the facility.

No Fly Zone Over Fort Calhoun Nuclear Plant Due to “Hazards”

Let me say that I have a very bad feeling about the Fort Calhoun and Cooper nuclear power plants along the flooding, Missouri River, and leave it at that. I have an even worse feeling about the USA, so much worse that I have left the country and have no intention to return. Indeed, in view of oncoming, karmic attractions, in the not too distant future there might not even be a country called the USA to which to return.

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p.s. A final note: if you are financially able to purchase property and would like to transition out of wherever you may be and relocate to South America, please e-mail me at your very earliest convenience: dr_samizdat1618 at yahoo.com Heavy events are going to be coming down in the coming months and if you are able to, and desire to establish a life in South America, right now is the propitious time to act. Available properties range from a beautiful, 1000 hectare working estancia with year-round water in Uruguay for $4 million, to a productive 23 acre farm in central Chile with new house and appliances, garden, orchard, animals and farm equipment for less than $500K, to a wide variety of wonderful houses and lots in Ecuador from less than $100K and up. Serious inquiries only. Please don't waste my time and yours if you are not financially able to purchase property, and prepared to act now.

Monday, June 6, 2011

As The Last Dying Embers Gutter Out In The Gloaming Darkness

This afternoon I scanned through the United Nations global economic report that came out last week.

World Economic Situation and Prospects 2011
http://www.un.org/en/development/desa/policy/wesp/wesp_current/2011wespupdate.pdf

It starts off with a healthy dose of sleep-inducing, bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, but in just a few pages it suddenly gets right down to brass tacks and sums up the world's parlous economic condition in just two succinct sentences.

<< The baseline outlook for 2011 and 2012 is subject to a number of risks. These include problems regarding the sustainability of public finances in developed economies, the remaining vulnerability of the private financial sector, continued high and volatile commodity prices, and the still looming risk of a collapse of the United States dollar. >>

Simply put: we are skating on the razor edge of a financial abyss.

“...(L)ooming risk of a collapse of the United States dollar.” If that doesn't grab your attention I do not know what will.

It certainly has gotten my attention. Indeed, the evidence for the ongoing collapse of the dollar is ubiquitous. The collapse is already well underway. All that remains is the ultimate coup de grâce, which some people expect as early as this summer.

When the last props fall away and the whole façade of phony-baloney paper “wealth” denominated in ephemeral USA dollars comes fluttering down, like red-white-and-blue confetti raining from on high, the silence will be deafening.

At first.

The world will pause ever so briefly in a global moment of dumbstruck incredulity. And then the chaotic reshuffling of the planetary order for whatever comes next will commence. That process should prove to be – how to put this? – boisterous.

Oh, there's still hope for you, or at least some of you, and for me, and for some others here and there, but make no mistake about it, the America and the world that could have been, overflowing with the sweetest love and bounty that ever were, surpassing even flowing honey in its nectar good and pureness, are about to hit an exceptionally rough patch in the road.

Alas.

I remember walking home from school on a splendid fall day in 1963 in the Virginia Tidewater, in a time and a place that no longer exist, down Lucas Creek Road past Sam Powell's dairy pasture where his Guernsey and Swiss Brown cows were grazing. I was just 8 years old. A car slowed and someone leaned out the window and shouted, “President Kennedy has been shot in Dallas!” and sped away down the road.

That day the course of the great evil that has brought us to this unfortunate fork in the road took a huge stride forward in its plan for subjugating this planet and the human race. That period was also characterized by assassinations of other important public and political figures: Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm “X”, Robert Kennedy, and by war in Indo-China and the omnipresent threat of nuclear war.

Right down to this very second the global system is afflicted with the pestilence of never ending war –Iraq, Afghanistan, attack against Libya, coups and invasions here, there and anywhere for the sake of bloody empire and corporate plunder. And it is all set against a back drop of past decades, centuries and millennia of never-ending warfare, slaughter, conquest, pillage, enslavement, rape and ruin. So much is made in American popular culture of The Good America, The Pure and Noble America of Centuries Past, but even that is a lie. That place never existed. The ugly reality of today is built on a historical foundation of horrific slaughter of Native Americans, theft of their territory and resources, and enslavement of unknown millions of Africans, forcibly brought to the British colonies and later the USA in chains. It was a a cruel and murderous business and that is how a large part of America was really built – on blood, guts, theft, genocide and slavery.

It always was an exploitive, hyper-violent, imperial project. It always was that way from the very beginning.

And now it is all impoding, as the dollar wheezes and coughs, as prologue to its approaching death rattle, perhaps as early as sometime later this summer. The dollar's death is unquestionably for the best, both for the people of what is still known (for at least a little while longer yet) as the USA and also for the rest of the planet's peoples. The central banking – debt based – warfare centric, economic model that the USA dollar props up is so murderously foul, exploitive and destructive that no sane person will long mourn its passing, if at all.

We don't know the half of the deep wickedness that has been done behind our backs by the shadow creatures furtively scuttling about in the dark of night, constructing their elaborately compartmentalized vampiric parallel realities that siphon off our life juice unawares. One of my readers has some knowledge of how numerous, secret underground facilities have been built all over the place, literally right under our feet, in front of our faces, with the vast majority of us being none the wiser, basically being positively clueless, dumb 'n dumberer, as it were. Here's one example of how it's done:

<< There was an old factory building that was being demolished, and they left the outside walls intact while in the center of the area they dug down to build the (underground) area so the public could not see what they were doing. (And) they usually build these next to a motel nearby, at which the people working in the (underground) location park their cars, and the (underground) install(ation) is usually accessed by a new building such as a 7-11 or other store where there is an entrance door with a key which leads to another door with an electronic lock which then leads to a stairwell or elevator down to the (underground) area. And the employees of the small store & maybe also the motel are gov(ernment) employees. >>

The Hopi people in Arizona warned us about all this. They warned us to mend our ways, to repent of all of this destruction, lying, exploitation, war and evil. They told us to turn aside and go down a more peaceful and constructive path.

We did not. And now we are where we are, as a people, as a species, as a global society.

We have called the tune, the centuries-long jig is up, and now the piper will certainly be paid, and paid in full.

Oh, the horror, soon-to-be-dead and dread!

There is a real analogy to the hubris that was associated with the sinking of the Titanic, a century ago. On that unfortunate occasion, the ship's orchestra serenaded the passengers as they slid down to their mortal end in the cold and unforgiving waters of the North Atlantic.

Today, the crisis is ever so much more severe than that. It's not just the fate of one large passenger liner at stake, but the life and times of a whole planetful of several billions of living, breathing souls. And so, as the nuclear radiation from the melted-down reactors at Fukushima, Japan wends its way across the northern hemisphere, as the petroleum and Corexit befouled waters of the Gulf of Mexico make their way to the open sea, as war rages in more and more places and the international, fiat-currency-based economy teeters on the brink of ruination, we ponder the fast approaching cataclysmic rupture of the socio-political-economic-military-industrial paradigm that has held sway on our home planet for a very long time.

I don't know about you, but I'm a little like the passengers on the foundering Titanic; I also find solace in music, and not the raucous, eardrum splitting noise that so much of contemporary popular culture regards as “music," either. No, I mean real music, with actual lyrics that speak to the full depth and breadth of the human condition, music performed by accomplished artists who have mastered their craft. I'm thinking of people like Johann Sebastian Bach and Samuel Barber.

J.S. Bach Air on the G String
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2j-frfK-yg

Adagio for Strings (Samuel Barber)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KylMqxLzNGo

And Tony Bennet and Janis Joplin.

When Joanna Loved Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_d-2JaK-CHM

Little Girl Blue
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVpDOIPx_sY

And a great classic by Willie Nelson and Shania Twain.

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7vaYOIKWYY

Shania Twain with Willie Nelson, Blue eyes crying in the rain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6wBxQVBozI

Then there are George Dalaras and Glykeria at the Herodeion in Athens in 2006.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io2F-9CReU8
(I wish the volume were a bit louder on this clip.)

Also: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3_pMzWY6ug

I am especially fond of this rendition of Amazing Grace, sung in Cherokee by Walela.

Amazing Grace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqkpYgvIBtU

Of course, a new order will arise, Phoenix-like, from all the doom and gloom that will characterize so much of the coming months and years. Ultimately, a different sort of age will come into focus, characterized by a new Zeitgeist, by alternative ways of thinking, behaving and living that will be as different as day is from night, when compared to what has passed for "normal" for so long in this world.

I think Carl Calleman has tremendous insight into the overall process. There is a "World Oneness Revolution" aborning.

The Third day of the Ninth Wave (Universal Underworld) and the World Oneness Revolution
http://www.calleman.com/content/articles/Third_day_Ninth_Wave.htm

Something new and fresh is beginning on this world, right alongside the hyper-violent death rattle of the expiring world order. The two are taking place at the same time, in virtually the same space. All of us have the opportunity to choose which process to resonate with and cooperate with. Many will elect to pursue the path of death, destruction, exploitation and ruin. We wish them well, though in the same instant we recognize that such elections tend not to end pleasantly.

Others are choosing a path in an altogether different direction. They have decided to “Upwise.” They are taking part in a grand, global “Upwising,” characterized by withdrawing their support from the system of death, destruction, exploitation and ruination and spontaneously joining with others to sketch out alternative ways and means of acting and living in the present times.

A big key to the global “Upwising” is an actual change in the process of mentation. Naturally, new ways of thinking and acting reflect and require changed mental circuitry, new neural pathways that are adequate to channel novel visions and life modalities.

I suppose this falls into the “Music of the Hemispheres” category, but one of the best and most useful ways I have run across for “Upwising” the human brain and mind can be found at this website, and scores of others like it:

http://www.worldofalternatives.com

You can find many similar websites, offering a wealth of similar CDs and MP3 tracks for spiritual and mental “Upwising,” by doing keyword searches on terms such as << binaural, hemisync, brainsync, mindsync, holosync, brain entrainment, brainwave generator, etc. >>

Individual “Upwisings” happen one new neural connection at a time, one newly harmonious brainwave synchronized with another and another – until – whoa! – suddenly you sort of seamlessly slip into a new reality groove, exactly like a slick watermelon seed squirts through your fingers ~

It will be something like, well, like when I went into the Godforsaken, hole in the wall toilet at the Greyhound bus station in Amarillo, Texas in mid-October last year. I ensconced myself on the throne and there on the side of the stall I espied to my surprise, not the usual crude renderings of you-know-what and attendant crass odes thereto, but a genuinely inspired piece of poetry. It was the last thing you would expect in a third world bus station latrine, smack dab in the middle of the Texas Panhandle, and yet, there it was:

A new and glorious dawn awaits,
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise,
A morning filled with 400 billion suns,
The dawning of the Milky Way.
-- Carl Sagan


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