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Equinox
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#18197 3 years, 3 months ago
Yep. The world is upside down. There is no real survival strategy, just millions of little agendas for "Winning".

On a personal level, there's a lot people could learn from all this heavy weather. My wife and I experienced a very small tornado about eight years ago. Living in an apartment, getting up for work around six am on a stormy day. Sure, we've all seen storms. we've all seen bad storms. But suddenly the sky turned black and the winds went berserk. It's like the weather just closed in on all our windows, kind of like a hand around a bug. It was very frightening. The whole thing lasted only 30 seconds or so. Nothing happened to us or our home but a tree right outside our window was pulled up by the roots and flung down like a weed.

The point is, even though this was only an F0 or at most an F1 tornado, it drove home the point that there are forces in the universe that are so much greater than we are -- even with our intelligence and our supposed "mastery" over our environment. In a way it was a little moment of ego death, a realization of where we really stand in the big picture.

You'd think that other people, faced with far greater devastation, might get this point as well. And then, hopefully, act upon it.
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#18210 3 years, 3 months ago
I've had a few very close calls with extreme weather that changed my perspective, humbled me. When that darkest part passes by and you're hanging by a thread you know it, your hairs raise and you are very much appreciating life and feeling connected at that point.

I was driving cross country a few years back and got caught in what was then the largest # of tornadoes recorded in the USA for 2 days. Talk about scary for extended periods. There was nowhere to go, they ranged from the South to the West, all the way North to KC. In CT we lived through some terrifying hurricanes, huddling in the basement a few different times.

That's clearly a large role of psychedelics, to ruffle, humble, rearrange + create better connections that cut deep. But how do we give those who need it the most this kick in the head, the experience that changes priorities? If Grace had managed to dose Nixon would it have made a difference? What the heck do we need to do to create the shift? One one level it's happening, I'd say most of us believe the 60's were a push in this direction, toward Eastern and Native American thought and that ripple continues in places like this. The question: is it enough to turn the tide? The skies + seas are telling us something, no doubt.

I pray that we haven't dumbed down or become impatient to the point that people don't read great works like the Ginsberg poems Highway Terror posted, Bradstreet's gem or others posted here. Hey, I'm trying to do my part and it's good to see folks here with the same mojo workin'
"if you don't like the news go out and make some of your own"
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#18235 3 years, 3 months ago
I've heard that story about trying to dose Tricky Dick. I don't know that would have been a good thing. At my first Dead show, in '74, I was dosed without my knowledge. These were still the days of Better Living Through Chemistry, remember, and West Philly, where the concert was held, was Hippie Central for the city. I was all of 16 and had only started smoking pot the previous November. Thankfully it wasn't a major dose and some moments were pretty fun. But I still was convinced that my straight next door neighbor was sitting behind me and that people were lighting bonfires on the floor of the Civic Center. No damaging effects, of course, but for the next few years, I pretty much stuck with booze when I wanted to party. Then I got to college...

I think what we're talking about here is how do you get people to think, really think. I have no idea how to do it. These days when you're just talking about things the way we are, people get dismissive or defensive. Why? I think it's because when you're asking someone to really take a look at things, you're really asking them to take some personal responsibility. And that scares the shit out of people. They think they can't have fun anymore or worse, they'll have to think about something other than their own selfish needs.

Personally, I no longer think about trying to turn any tides. God has not seen fit to put me in a position with that kind of power. Probably smart on God's part. What I do try to do is be decent and fair in my dealings with people. Do my best not to muddy the waters, so to speak, for anyone else. I couldn't possibly say if this is having a positive effect on things in general, but at least it isn't adding to the negativity.
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#18240 3 years, 3 months ago
Think globally, act locally. It's all we can do. I believe in the 100th Monkey concept. Putting forth good, spreading positive energy is the best possible use of our time. I also believe that even if people tune out a positive message or one that challenges them to think or take a stance, god forbid, there's a fair chance they did hear what you said even as they acted so cool and dismissive. It may resonate, rise later when they evolve. Keep casting good seed into the wind and stay in your own movie.
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#18242 3 years, 3 months ago
Exactly. What else can anyone do? And I do think stuff does resonate inside people. You really can't say what might take hold.
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#18272 3 years, 3 months ago
THE MOON IS MY SISTER

I walk along the endless Norfolk Southern railroad
in the late morning to go downtown and buy a Pepsi.
I get out of the way and wave to the engineer who
probably didn’t even see me.

In the Dairy Mart I can’t help but buy a Stromboli,
not the pizza but the ham and cheese (or was it cheese steak?)
and try to buy a pack of Marlboros but Al who works
the cat-eye shift knows I’m only sixteen and making
poor decisions so I’ll have to bum from a friend.

I go to Jacob’s house and dream about being with his
older sister Amber but instead we just get high in the backroom
where his father knows what we’re up to.

We walk up Orchard Hill because that’s all there is
to do and after walking around Fairview he has to go
home and I’m left wandering.

I run my hand along the rough stone that carves out a wall
next to the sidewalk and think of the men who built it.
I’m on Monroe Street when I realize it’s up to me how far
I want to go down the rabbit hole.

I head to Kendra and Josh’s place and they know
what I’ve done and try to offer comfort when they see
how amazed I am at their wood panel walls.

It’s Saturday night by now and the only bar in town is
seeing people come and go and I watch everything
from under a tree on a hill above town and the Moon taps
me on the shoulder and I know She’s alive.
"Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, sky and river, woods and mountains, all beautiful, all mysterious and enchanting, and in the midst of it, he, Siddhartha, the awakened one, on the way to himself."
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#19050 3 years, 2 months ago
I like your poem very much Odea.
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#19054 3 years, 2 months ago
IF THE DEAD WERE TO DIE
IGGY
GRATEFUL DEAD MOVIE


"If the dead were to die
I'd have reason to cry,
'cus the band i used to see
would be a cold memory;
But if the dead were to live,
free concerts they'd give;
Jerry G. on guitar
Would bring ... near and far;
If the dead were deceased
there would be no street peace,
we'd take all the power,
skin the cat and take a shower;
But if the dead live long
we'll be singing there songs,
and we'll all be so glad
momma' hated diesel so bad."
"TAKE MY ADVICE, YOU'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD."
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#19364 3 years, 2 months ago
A Lesson in Vengeance by Sylvia Plath

In the dour ages
Of drafty cells and draftier castles,
Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables,
Saint and king unfisted obstruction's knuckles
By no miracle or majestic means,

But by such abuses
As smack of spite and the overscrupulous
Twisting of thumbscrews: one soul tied in sinews,
One white horse drowned, and all the unconquered pinnacles
Of God's city and Babylon's

Must wait, while here Suso's
Hand hones his tack and needles,
Scouraging to sores his own red sluices
For the relish of heaven, relentless, dousing with prickles
Of horsehair and lice his horny loins;
While there irate Cyrus
Squanders a summer and the brawn of his heroes
To rebuke the horse-swallowing River Gyndes:
He split it into three hundred and sixty trickles
A girl could wade without wetting her shins.

Still, latter-day sages,
Smiling at this behavior, subjugating their enemies
Neatly, nicely, by disbelief or bridges,
Never grip, as the grandsires did, that devil who chuckles
From grain of the marrow and the river-bed grains.
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#19645 3 years, 2 months ago
The Poison Tree By William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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