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sleeping

Postby thisotherone » Tue Jan 25, 2005 1:13 am

I am sleepwalking in a bad dream.
This place around me calls itself the real, but it makes no sense.
People do not understand each other, they make one wall after another, keeping Something out, keeping themselves out.
fearing differences that should be celebrated.
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it seems I have wandered too often into the desert and I am now lost.
I am lost to the whining drone of the TV, selling me cars and pills.
I am lost to any named religion, no packaged god fits my reality.
I am lost to the political process, no party platform makes any sense.
I am lost to all the cattle that clog the freeways, slaves to the clock.
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I am a freak
I no longer wear a watch, (it seems time is just not that linear).
My phone broke and it was days before I noticed.
Yet I still have a job, I still go to work, I still have a car, a home,
Insurance…
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I keep hoping it will get better, and then it twists again, taunting me to remember how to wake up, but I am IN the dream, I am the one dreaming it. I am the one waiting to wake up.
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Hoping to wake up.
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wake up.
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Postby can't sit still » Fri Aug 26, 2005 9:28 am

I found this old post and I like the thoughts.
We're hunter-gatherers used to the wide open spaces. We didn't evolve to the cubicle or the 1 bdrm flat.

Burning Man is great,,,,celebrate the wide open spaces. Cast off the yoke of conformity. SCREW the rules,,,your senses [b]rule[/b]!!!

Un-numb your brain for a few days. This is your birthright,,,not the daily grind. Become the self-sufficient hunter of aeons gone by. If it weren't a part of your primal makeup,,,,you wouldn't be drawn like a moth to the flame. You wouldn't be euphoric on feelings that have never had any other outlet.

They don't call it the daily grind because it grinds your BODY. Your body is a sack of mostly water. Your SOUL is YOU. Your soul gets groung down by living a life that was never meant for you. You have the heart of a free-spirited hunter gatherer. You live in the enviornment of an automaton. You sleep-walk to avoid destruction.

The labor deparment says that there 17,000 assaults and 20 murders in the US workplace every WEEK. The domestic scene can get ugly too.
Imagine if we didn't have Prozac.

Come to Burning Man and WAKE UP!!!
Celebrate your birthright!!
Dan
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Postby can't sit still » Fri Aug 26, 2005 1:09 pm

You gotta have soul By Tom Robbins

Mental Bungee-jumping may not be your sport of choice, but there's a cerebral ledge that sooner or later each of us has to leap off. One day, ready or not, we glance in a mirror, cuddle an infant, attend a funeral, walk in the woods, partake of a substance Nancy Reagan warned us to eschew, chance a liaison, wake in the night with a napalm lobster in our chest, read a message from the pope or the Dalai Lama, get lost in Verdi or lost in the stars - and wind up thinking about our soul.

Yes, the soul. You know what I mean.

Popular culture to the contrary, the soul is not an overweight nightclub singer having an unhappy love affair in Detroit. Nor, on the other hand, is it some pale vapor wafting off a bucket of metaphysical dry ice. Suffering, low-down and funky, seasons the soul, it's true, but bliss is the yeast that makes it rise. And yet, because the soul is linked to the earth (as opposed to spirit, which is linked to the sky), it steadfastly contradicts those who imagine it a billow of sacred flatulence or a shimmer of personal swamp gas.

Soul is not even that Cracker Jack prize that God and Satan scuffle over after the worms have all licked our bones. That's why, when we ponder - as, sooner or later, each of us must - what exactly we ought to be doing about our souls, religion is the wrong, if conventional place to turn.

Religion is little more than a transaction in which troubled people trade their souls for temporary and wholly illusionary psychological comfort (the old "give it up in order to save it" routine). Religions lead us to believe the soul is the ultimate family jewel, and, in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.

If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.

To one degree or another, everybody is connected to the Mystery, and everybody secretly yearns to expand the connection. That requires expanding the soul. These things can enlarge the soul: laughter, danger, imagination, meditation, wild nature, passion, compassion, psychedelics, beauty, iconoclasm, and driving around in the rain with the top down. These things can diminish it: fear, bitterness, blandness, trendiness, egotism, violence, corruption, ignorance, grasping, shining, and eating ketchup on cottage cheese.

Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.

But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.

More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.

By Tom Robbins
Esquire, October, 1993

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