The Difference is Why

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Another parable that seems appropo:


"Tale of the Sands"


A stream, from its course in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but found that as fast as it ran into the sand, its waters disappeared.

It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream."

The stream objected that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed: that the wind could fly, and this was why it could cross a desert.

"By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over, to your destination.

But how could this happen? "By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind."

This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And, once having lost it, how was one to know that it could ever be regained?

"The wind, "said the sand, "performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river."

"How can I know that this is true?" "It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years. And it certainly is not the same as a stream."

"But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?"

"You cannot in either case remain so," the whisper said. "Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one."

When it heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly it remembered a state in which it - or some part of it? - had been held in the arms of a wind. It also remembered - or did it? - that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing to do.

And the stream raised its vapor into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore it upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because it had its doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in its mind the details of the experience. It reflected, "Yes, now I have learned my true identity."

The stream was learning. But the sands whispered: "We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain."

And that is why it is said that the way in which the stream of Life is to continue on its journey is written in the Sands."

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So many differences...so many whys:

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you can't get here from there


* Tricksters live “in between,” answering “yes” and “no” at the same time and sincerely meaning both–thus, they are frustrating figures who offer no real answers, only more questions

* Tricksters are boundary-breakers and disruptors; they violate laws, morals, and customs; they invite chaos; they are disturbing and unsettling–but this very attribute is also part of their power to create and invent
* Tricksters are sneaky, greedy thieves–but their persistence is admirable and often leads to new solutions to a problem

* Tricksters are holy beings–though generally despised by the “respectable” members of the pantheon, they still rank as divine, meaning their methods may be oppositional, but what they do has lasting significance


One of the most important aspects of coyote teaching is the principle of disruption. If a coyote teacher isn’t disturbing you or making you question your accepted beliefs and methods for doing things, then s/he’s failing. This is one reason why coyote teachers are more concerned with questions than with answers. The hope is that you will become disturbed enough to seek your own answers, and coyotes know the road (i.e. process) is more important than the destination (i.e. answers). After all, wherever you think you’re going might not be there when you arrive.2

Disruption is also about chaos. Coyote, whom Radin calls “an inchoate being of undetermined proportions,” exists in and from chaos (or pure potential, if you’re an optimist). The chaos created by disruption allows for new connections, which educators call “learning” and “creativity.” Chaos is hard for most teachers to handle, though, and does require balance

MANY people will not sell their souls....

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Tricksters are understood to be powerful creative forces, and creativity is both necessary and dangerous. It is the trickster figure who brings fire to the people, but also death. The secret to the trickster’s creative ability lies in his ability to disrupt. By disturbing the norm, by introducing chaos, by raising the difficult questions, by seeking outrageous alternate approaches, new understanding can emerge, new connections can be made. In order to do this, though, old methods are sometimes destroyed.

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souls aren't for sale sweetheart.....but that's linear thinking.

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Once upon a time Khidr, the teacher of Moses, called upon mankind with a warning. At a certain date, he said, all the water in the world which had not been specially hoarded, would disappear. It would then be renewed, with different water, which would drive men mad.

Only one man listened to the meaning of this advice. He collected water and went to a secure place where he stored it, and waited for the water to change its character.
On the appointed date the streams stopped running, the wells went dry, and the man who had listened, seeing this happening, went to his retreat and drank his preserved water.
When he saw, from his security, the waterfalls again beginning to flow, this man descended among the other sons of men. He found that they were thinking and talking in an entirely different way from before; yet they had no memory of what had happened, nor of having been warned. When he tried to talk to them, he realized that they thought that he was mad, and they showed hostility or compassion, not understanding.

At first, he drank none of the new water, but went back to his concealment, to draw on his supplies, every day. Finally, however, he took the decision to drink the new water because he could not bear the loneliness of living, behaving and thinking in a different way from everyone else. He drank the new water, and became like the rest. Then he forgot all about his own store of special water, and his fellows began to look upon him as a madman who had miraculously been restored to sanity.

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"Necessity is the mother of invention."

Would you consider that necessity is the mother of manifestation?

"It is the ability to heighten necessity that empowers invention."

Consider that it is this factor that also empowers manifestation.

Then take a look at what is happening in the world, in your town, on this forum, in yourself and ask yourself, what needs to happen? and.......what factors are causing the arising awareness to that need? How strange it might appear to openly honor those factors.....mad...insane even.

“New organs of perception come into being as a result of necessity. Therefore, O man, increase your necessity, so that you may increase your perception.” [Sufi sage Julaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)]


tick tock

.....Soon everything will be moving at the speed of creativity

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will.

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JUMPING MOUSE



Once there was a mouse. He was a Busy Mouse, Searching Everywhere, Touching his Whiskers to the Grass, and Looking. He was Busy as all Mice are, Busy with Mice things.
But Once in a while he would Hear an odd Sound. He would Lift his Head, Squinting hard to See, his Whiskers Wiggling in the Air, and he would Wonder. One Day he Scurried up to a fellow Mouse and asked him, "Do you Hear a Roaring in your Ears, my Brother?"
"No, no", answered the Other Mouse, not Lifting his Busy Nose from the Ground. "I Hear Nothing. I am Busy now. Talk to me Later."

He asked Another Mouse the same Question and the Mouse Looked at him Strangely. "Are you Foolish in the Head? What sound?" he asked and Slipped into a Hole in a Fallen Cottonwood Tree.
The little Mouse shrugged his Whiskers and Busied himself again, Determined to Forget the Whole Matter. But there was that Roaring again. It was faint, very faint, but it was there! One Day, he Decided to investigate the Sound just a little. Leaving the Other Busy Mice, he Scurried a little Way away and Listened again. There it was!



He was Listening hard when suddenly, Someone said "Hello".
"Hello, little Brother," the Voice said, and Mouse almost Jumped right Out of his Skin. He Arched his Back and Tail and was about to Run.
"Hello," again said the Voice. "It is I, Brother Raccoon." And sure enough, It was! "What are you Doing Here all by yourself, little Brother?" asked the Raccoon. The Mouse blushed, and put his Nose almost to the Ground. "I Hear a Roaring in my Ears and I am Investigating it," he answered timidly.
"A Roaring in your Ears?" replied the Raccoon as he Sat Down with him. "What you Hear, little Brother, is the River."
"The River?" Mouse asked curiously. "What is a River?"
"Walk with me and I will Show you the River," Raccoon said.
Little Mouse was terribly Afraid, but he was Determined to Find Out Once and for All about the Roaring. "I can Return to my Work," he thought, "after his thing is Settled, and possibly this thing may Aid me in All my Busy Examining and Collecting. And my Brothers All said it was Nothing. I will Show them. I will Ask Racoon to Return with me and I will have Proof."


"All right Raccoon, my Brother," said Mouse. "Lead on to the River. I will Walk with you."
Little Mouse Walked with Raccoon. His little Heart was Pounding in his Breast. The Raccoon was Taking him upon Strange Paths and little Mouse Smelled the Scent of many things that had Gone by this Way. Many times he
became so Frightened he almost Turned Back. Finally, they Came to the River!
It was Huge and Breathtaking, Deep and Clear in Places, and Murky in Others. Little Mouse was unable to See Across it because it was so Great. It Roared,
Sang, Cried, and Thundered on its Course. Little Mouse Saw Great and Little
Pieces of the World Carried Along on its Surface.
"It is Powerful!" little Mouse said, Fumbling for Words.
"It is a Great thing," answered the Raccoon, "but here, let me Introduce you
to a Friend."
In a Smoother, Shallower Place was a Lily Pad, Bright and Green. Sitting upon it was a Frog, almost as Green as the Pad it sat on.



The Frog's White
Belly stood out Clearly.
"Hello, little Brother," said the Frog. "Welcome to the River."
"I must Leave you Now," cut in Raccoon, "but do not Fear, little Brother, for Frog will Care for you Now." And Raccoon Left, Looking along the River Bank for Food that he might Wash and Eat.
Little Mouse Approached the Water and Looked into it. He saw a Frightened Mouse Reflected there. "Who are you?" little Mouse asked the Reflection.
"Are you not Afraid being this Far out into the Great River?"
"No," answered the Frog, "I am not Afraid. I have been Given the Gift from
Birth to Live both Above and Within the River. When Winter Man Comes and
Freezes this Medicine, I cannot be Seen.

But all the while Thunderbird Flies, I am here. To Visit me, One must Come when the World is Green. I, my
Brother, am the Keeper of the Water."
"Amazing!" little Mouse said at last, again Fumbling for Words.
"Would you like to have some Medicine Power?" Frog asked.
"Medicine Power? Me?" asked little Mouse. "Yes, yes! If it is Possible."
"Then Crouch as Low as you Can, and then Jump as High as you are Able! You will have your Medicine!" Frog said.
Little Mouse did as he was Instructed. He Crouched as Low as he Could and Jumped. And when he did, his Eyes Saw the Sacred Mountains.
Little Mouse could hardly Believe his Eyes. But there They were! But then he Fell back to Earth, and he Landed in the River!
Little Mouse became Frightened and Scrambled back to the Bank. He was Wet and Frightened nearly to Death.
"You have Tricked me," little Mouse Screamed at the Frog!
"Wait," said the Frog. "You are not Harmed. Do not let your Fear and Anger Blind you. What did you See?"
"I," Mouse stammered, "I, I Saw the Sacred Mountains!"
"And you have a New Name!" Frog said, "It is Jumping Mouse."
"Thank you. Thank you," Jumping Mouse said, and Thanked him again. "I want to Return to my People and Tell them of this thing that has Happened to me."
"Go. Go then," Frog said. "Return to your People. It is Easy to Find them.
Keep the Sound of the Medicine River to the Back of your Head. Go Opposite to the Sound and you will Find your Brother Mice."


Jumping Mouse Returned to the World of the Mice. But he Found Disappointment. No One would Listen to him. And because he was Wet, and had no Way of explaining it because there had been no Rain, many of the other
Mice were Afraid of him.
They believed he had been Spat from the Mouth of
Another Animal that had Tried to Eat him. And they all Knew that if he had not been Food for the One who Wanted him, then he must also be Poison for them.
Jumping Mouse Lived again among his People, but he could not Forget his Vision of the Sacred Mountains.
The Memory Burned in the Mind and Heart of Jumping Mouse, and One Day he Went to the Edge of the River Place.
Went to the Edge of the River Place.
Jumping Mouse went to the Edge of the Place of Mice and Looked out into the Prarie. He Looked up for Eagles. The Sky was Full of many Spots, each One an Eagle. But he was Determined to Go to the Sacred
Mountains. He Gathered All of his Courage and Ran just as Fast as he Could onto the Prairie. His little Heart Pounded with Excitement and Fear.
He Ran until he Came to a Stand of Sage. He was Resting and trying to Catch his Breath when he Saw an Old Mouse.




The Patch of Sage Old Mouse Lived in was a Haven for Mice. Seeds were Plentiful and there was Nesting Material and many things to be Busy with.
"Hello," said Old Mouse. "Welcome."
Jumping Mouse was Amazed. Such a Place and such a Mouse. "You are Truly a great Mouse," Jumping Mouse said with all the Respect he could Find. "This
is Truly a Wonderful Place. And the Eagles cannot See you here, either,"
Jumping Mouse said.
"Yes, " said Old Mouse," and One can See All the Beings of the Prairie here: the Buffalo, Antelope, Rabbit and Coyote. One can See them All from here and Know their Names."
"That is Marvelous," Jumping Mouse said. "Can you also See the River and the Great mountains?" "Yes and No," Old Mouse Said with Conviction. "I know
there is a Great River. But I am Afraid that the Great Mountains are only a
Myth. Forget your Passion to See Them and Stay here with me. There is Everything you Want here, and it is a Good Place to Be."

"How can he Say such a thing?" Thought Jumping Mouse. "The Medicine of theSacred Mountains is Nothing One can Forget."
"Thank you very much for the Meal you have Shared with me, Old Mouse, andalso for sharing your Great Home," Jumping Mouse said. "But I must Seek theMountains."
"You are a Foolish Mouse to Leave here. There is Danger on the Prairie! JustLook up there!" Old Mouse said, with even more Conviction. "See all thoseSpots! They are Eagles, and they will Catch you!"
It was hard for Jumping Mouse to Leave, but he Gathered his Determination and Ran hard Again. The Ground was Rough, But he Arched his Tail and Ranwith All his Might. He could Feel the Shadows of the Spots upon his Back as he Ran.
All those Spots! Finally he Ran into a Stand of Chokecherries.
Jumping Mouse could hardly Believe his Eyes. It was Cool there and very Spacious. There was Water, Cherries and Seeds to Eat, Grasses to Gather for Nests, Holes to be Explored and many, many Other Busy Things to do. And there were a great many things to Gather


He was investigating his New Domain when he Heard very Heavy Breathing. He Quickly Investigated the Sound and Discovered its Source. It was a Great Mound of Hair with Black Horns. It was a Great Buffalo. Jumping Mouse could hardly Believe the Greatness of the Being he Saw Lying there before him. He was so large that Jumping Mouse could have Crawled into One of his Great
Horns. "Such a Magnificent Being," Thought Jumping Mouse, and he Crept Closer.
"Hello, my Brother," said the buffalo. "Thank you for Visiting me."
"Hello, Great Being," said Jumping Mouse. "Why are you Lying here?"
"I am Sick and I am Dying," the Buffalo said, "And my Medicine has Told me that only the Eye of a Mouse can Heal me. But little Brother, there is no
such Thing as a Mouse."
Jumping Mouse was Shocked. "One of my Eyes!" he Thought, "One of my Tiny Eyes." He Scurried back into the Stand of Chokecherries. But the Breathing came Harder and Slower.
"He will Die," Thought Jumping Mouse, "If I do not Give him my Eye. He is too Great a Being to Let Die." He Went Back to where the Buffalo Lay and Spoke.
"I am a Mouse," he said with a Shaky Voice. "And you, my Brother, are a Great Being. I cannot Let you Die. I have Two Eyes, so you may have One of them."
The minute he had Said it, Jumping Mouse's Eye Flew Out of his Head and the Buffalo was Made Whole. The Buffalo Jumped to his Feet, Shaking Jumping Mouse's Whole World.


"Thank you, my little Brother," said the Buffalo. "I Know of your Quest for the Sacred Mountains and of your Visit to the River. You have given me Life so that I may Give-Away to the People. I will be your Brother Forever. Run under my Belly and I will Take you right to the Foot of the Sacred Mountains, and you need not Fear the Spots. The Eagles cannot See you while you Run under Me. All they will See will be the Back of a Buffalo. I am of the Prairie and I will Fall on you if I Try to Go up the Mountains."
Little Mouse Ran under the buffalo, Secure and Hidden from the Spots, but with only One Eye it was Frightening. The Buffalo's Great Hooves Shook the Whole World each time he took a Step. Finally they Came to a Place and
Buffalo Stopped.
"This is Where I must Leave you, little Brother," said the Buffalo.
"Thank you very much," said Jumping Mouse. "But you Know, it was very Frightening Running under you with only One Eye. I was Constantly in Fear of your Great Earth-Shaking Hooves."
"Your Fear was for Nothing," said Buffalo. "For my Way of Walking is in the Sun Dance Way, and I Always Know where my Hooves will Fall. I now must Return to the Prairie, my Brother. You can Always Find me there."

Jumping Mouse Immediately Began to Investigate his New Surroundings. There were even more things here than in Other Places, Busier things, and an Abundance of Seeds and Other things Mice Like. In his Investigation of these things, Suddenly he Ran upon a Gray Wolf who was Sitting there doing absolutely Nothing.
"Hello Brother Wolf," Jumping Mouse said.
The Wolf's Ears Came Alert and his Eyes Shone. "Wolf! Wolf! Yes, that is what I am, I am a Wolf!" But then his Mind dimmed again and it was not long before he Sat Quietly again, completely without Memory as to who he was.
Each time Jumping Mouse Reminded him who he was, he became Excited with the News, but soon would Forget again.
"Such a Great Being," thought Jumping Mouse, "but he has no Memory." Jumping Mouse Went to the Center of this New Place and was Quiet. He Listened for a very long time to the Beating of his Heart. Then Suddenly he Made up his Mind. He Scurried back to where the Wolf Sat and he Spoke.
"Brother Wolf," Jumping Mouse said. . . .
"Wolf! Wolf," said the Wolf. . .
"Please, Brother Wolf," said Jumping Mouse, "Please listen to me. I Know what will Heal you. It is One of my Eyes. And I Want to Give it to you. You are a Greater Being than I, I am only a Mouse. Please Take it."
When Jumping Mouse Stopped Speaking his Eye Flew out of his Head and the Wolf was made Whole. Tears Fell down the Cheeks of Wolf, but his little Brother could not See them, for Now he was Blind.
"You are a Great Brother," said the Wolf, "for Now I have my Memory. But Now you are Blind. I am the Guide to the Sacred Mountains. I will Take you there. There is a Great Medicine Lake there. The most Beautiful Lake in the
World. All the World is Reflected there. The People, the Lodges of the People, and All the Beings of the Prairies and Skies."
"Please Take me there," Jumping Mouse said.
The Wolf Guided him through the Pines to the Medicine Lake. Jumping Mouse Drank the Water from the lake. The Wolf Described the Beauty to him.
"I must Leave you here," said Wolf, "for I must Return so that I may Guide Others, but I will Remain for as long as you Like."
"Thank you, my Brother," said Jumping Mouse. "But although I am Frightened to be Alone, I Know you must Go so that you may Show Others the Way to this
Place."


Jumping Mouse Sat there Trembling in Fear. It was no use Running, for he was Blind, but he Knew an Eagle would Find him Here. He Felt a Shadow on his Back and Heard the Sound that Eagles Make. He Braced himself for the Shock.
And the Eagle Hit! Jumping Mouse went to Sleep.
Then he Woke Up. The surprise of being Alive was Great, but Now he could See! Everything was Blurry, but the Colors were Beautiful.
"I can See! I can See!" said Jumping Mouse over and over again.
A Blurry Shape Came toward Jumping Mouse. Jumping Mouse Squinted hard but the Shape Remained a Blur.
"Hello, Brother," a Voice said. "Do you Want some Medicine?"
"Some Medicine for me?" asked Jumping Mouse. "Yes! Yes!"
"Then Crouch down as Low as you Can," the Voice said, "and Jump as High as you Can."
Jumping Mouse did as he was Instructed. He Crouched as Low as he Could and Jumped! The Wind Caught him and Carried him Higher.
"Do not be Afraid," the Voice called to him. "Hang on to the Wind and Trust!"
Jumping Mouse did. He Closed his Eyes and Hung on to the Wind and it Carried him Higher and Higher. Jumping Mouse Opened his Eyes and they were Clear, and the Higher he Went the Clearer they Became. Jumping Mouse Saw his Old Friend upon a Lily Pad on the Beautiful Medicine Lake. It was the Frog.
"You have a New Name," Called the Frog. "You are Eagle!"

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We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...

He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...

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twisted (adjective)

distorted: mangled, buckled, twisted, wrinkled, gnarled, convoluted
convoluted: convoluted, twisted, contorted, intorted, distorted
biased: biased, warped, twisted, swayed
imperfect: warped, twisted, distorted, deformed
unsightly: grotesque, twisted, deformed, disfigured, distorted


The shamans themselves understand very clearly the meaning of these metaphors and they call them 'tsai yoshtoyoshto', literally "language-twisting-twisting." Graham Townsley translates this expression as "twisted language."


The word 'twist' has the same root as 'two' and 'twin'. 'Twisted' means, technically, "double and wrapped around itself."

Why do Yaminahua shamans talk in twisted language? According to one of them: "With my koshuiti I want to see - singing, I carefully examine things - twisted language brings me close but not too close - with normal words I would crash into things - with twisted ones I circle around them - I can see them clearly. "

For Townsley, all shamanic relations with the spirits are "deliberately constructed in an elliptical and multi-referential fashion so as to mirror the refractory nature of the beings who are their objects." He concludes: "Yoshi are real beings who are both 'like and not like' the things they animate. They have no stable or unitary nature and thus, paradoxically, the 'seeing as' of 'twisted language' is the only way of adequately describing them. Metaphor here is not improper naming but the only proper naming possible." [link to fusionanomaly.net]

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The bait is the means to get the fish where you want it,
catch the fish and you forget the bait.

The snare is the means to get the rabbit where you want it,
catch the rabbit and forget the snare.

Words are the means to get the idea where you want it,
catch on to the idea and you forget about the words.

Where shall I find a man who forgets about words,
and have a word with him?

- Chuang Tzu

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Tractate 36:

In summary; thoughts of the brain are experienced by us as arrangements and rearrangements - change - in a physical universe; but in fact it is really information and information-processing which we substantialize. We do not merely see its thoughts as objects, but rather as the movement, or, more precisely, the placement of objects: how they become linked to one another. But we cannot read the patterns of arrangement; we cannot extract the information in it - i.e. it as information, which is what it is. The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself).
VALIS Philip K. Dick

Tractate 37:

We should be able to hear this information, or rather narrative, as a neutral voice inside us. But something has gone wrong. All creation is a language and nothing but a language, which for some inexplicable reason we can't read outside and can't hear inside. So I say, we have become idiots. Something has happened to our intelligence. My reasoning is this: arrangement of parts of the Brain is a language. We are parts of the Brain; therefore we are language. Why, then, do we not know this? We do not even know what we are, let alone what the outer reality is of which we are parts. The origin of the world "idiot" is the word "private." Each of us has become private, and no longer shares the common thought of the Brain, except at a subliminal level. . Thus our real life and purpose are conducted below our threshold of consciousness.
-Philip K. Dick - [link to fusionanomaly.net]

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Language

Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.
Noam Chomsky (b. 1928), U.S. linguist, political analyst. "Language and Freedom," lecture, Jan. 1970, delivered at Loyola University, Chicago (published in For Reasons of State, 1973).

Language

Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.
Martin Heidegger (1889-1976), German philosopher. "Building Dwelling Thinking," lecture, 5 Aug. 1951 (published in Poetry, Language, Thought, 1971).

Language

Syntax and vocabulary are overwhelming constraints-the rules that run us. Language is using us to talk-we think we're using the language, but language is doing the thinking, we're its slavish agents.
Harry Mathews (b. 1930), U.S. novelist. City Limits (London, 26 May 1988).

Language

"A child learned to speak but no one learned to listen" AC GLP


Universal Harmonics do not follow cultural divisions

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10 Most Widely Spoken Languages:

Language Est. number of speakers

1. Chinese (Mandarin) 1,070,000,000
2. English 508,000,000
3. Hindustani 497,000,000
4. Spanish 392,000,000
5. Russian 277,000,000
6. Arabic 246,000,000
7. Bengali 211,000,000
8. Portuguese 191,000,000
9. Malay-Indonesian 159,000,000
10. French 129,000,000

Based upon a 1998 survey. Additionally there are three other languages that are spoken by more than 100 million people each: German (128 million), Japanese (126 million), and Urdu (105 million).

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"I am you, you are me, with language, we are three" - Paul D. Miller aka DJ Spooky




Why do we have language, a complex culture and such an enormous brains? These evolutionary developments did not come cheap. We can speak only because our neck, mouth and brain have been completely restructured. In proportion to our body mass, our brain is three times as large as that of our nearest relatives. This huge organ is dangerous and painful to give birth to, expensive to build and, in a resting human, uses about 20 per cent of the body's energy even though it is just 2 per cent of the body's weight. There must be some reason for all this evolutionary expense.

- Susan Blackmore -

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There must be some reason for all this evolutionary expense.




Resonance

The planet that hums
[link to fusionanomaly.net]




What's peculiar about the notes in the Hum is that they have no obvious source. Not earthquakes, not nuclear explosions, nothing. The vibrations triggered by cataclysmic events fade away to nothing, but the Hum continues, regardless.

So what's the cause? It is hard to tell because, like the tone of a bell, free oscillations sound much the same no matter what sets them going. The three-dimensional patterns of vibrations, known as modes, depend mainly on how big the Earth is and what it is made of, not on what excites them. So free oscillations reveal plenty about the layers of rock they pass through, but are coy about their own origins.

Then, in 1997, Suda and Nawa came on the scene and turned things upside down. Instead of starting with oscillations and looking for earthquakes to explain them, they looked between the earthquakes for oscillations they couldn't explain. Suda, a seismologist then at Nagoya University, and Nawa, then working on his doctorate under Suda's supervision, took their inspiration from a little-noticed paper by Naoki Kobayashi, a theorist at the Tokyo Institute of Technology. Kobayashi predicted that the Earth's atmosphere ought to excite free oscillations in the Earth. Suda and Nawa
set about finding them.

Nawa had just spent a year at Japan's Syowa Station in Antarctica, tending a device called a superconducting gravimeter. The instrument had been installed to look for a controversial hour-long oscillation of the Earth's core, but it could also pick up shorter-period vibrations. Suda suggested that Nawa check its records for evidence of unexplained free oscillations. Meanwhile, Suda combed through archived data from seismic stations around the world. Then they started crunching numbers.

"It's actually not that sophisticated, which is why those of us who didn't do this can all be moderately embarrassed," says Duncan Agnew, a geophysicist also at the ScrippsInstitution of Oceanography. "You take the stations with the lowest noise. You take the days when there are no earthquakes. For each day, you take a Fourier transform of the data, which shows the distribution of energy with different frequencies. And then you simply add up all the days."

The result was a jagged graph showing a series of "spectral peaks", the frequencies at which the Earth oscillated in the lulls between large earthquakes. Nawa and Suda then subtracted everything that they could account for by known sources, including a theoretical estimate of the effects of earthquakes small enough to slip through the seismic net. They wound up with a residue of faint vibrations with no known source: the Hum. Nawa and Suda announced their results in 1998, and other researchers quickly confirmed them. The vibrations, it turned out, had been buzzing in their ears all along.

the difference is why....

chant down babylon

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FREQUENCY [link to fusionanomaly.net]

i think that's a very interesting avenue to pursue, this thing about frequency... somebody told me a story recently - it didn't involve DMT, it involved LSD, but this guy, a friend of his took quite a large dose of LSD, larger than intended, and they went to a party and they were so loaded when they got to this party, they realized they could not function as party-goers, so they just moved into a corner and sat their backs to the wall, and watched this party rage in front of them... after about 20 minutes of sitting there, they both simultaenously noticed - it was a dance party - the music was sounding really strange, and everybody was moving very slowly.. and as they watched, the thing came to an absolute halt.. and people were just frozen, and there was absolute silence.. and at that point, the door at the other end of the room swung open... an elf entered the room, and moved among all these frozen peole, and then left by the door that it came in... and they both saw this and they could both tell that it was...the people in the room didn't know what happened because for them it occupied a microsecond... you know in Carlos Castaneda, who god knows is not the world's most reliable reporter on these thigns, regardless, there is this thing about stopping the world. maybe it's something like that, there is as you suggest, a frequency phase... this sort of leads into the third possibility having to do with the origin of these things...


in a sense, this is the hardest one to swallow, but in another sense, this is the most conservative explanation... because we have no evidence, other than the tabloids that this world is being visited by friendly visitors from Zenebel Ganubi or Zeti Reticuli or the Pleiades or anywhere else... to my mind, the evidence that this is happening is vanishingly small and totally underwhelming... the other possibilty, that there is some kind of parallel dimension in which these things exist, is also somewhat poorly supported... if we are talking about something which thinks, something which can communicate, something which is intelligent, then we should look to ourselves as the source of it... because we are the only intelligent communicating things we know within certain narrow definition of these things... it occured to me with greater and greater force and largely prompted by giving DMT occasionally to Tibetans and Amazonian Shamans.. and when you say to them, to the shamans in the Amazon, "what is happening with this stuff, and what are those little things in there?" they say "well those are ancestor spirits, didn't you know, haven't you heard?" shamanism is about doing, healing through the intercession of ancestor spirits... hmm.. ancestor spirits, let's get this traight... dead people is what you are talking about right? these are dead people... and maybe because i was raised catholic i resisted this like grim death... but i'm beginning to think that what you actually break into in that place is something that we might call an ecology of souls... is it possible to entertain the notion that at death, you don't actually just become worm food? and that something survives, in some other dimension, and it has this bizarre character to it, and that this explains their peculiar affection for humanity and their involvement somehow with our fate... well, this to me, is fairly mindbending as a possibility... if what is awaiting us at the end of the 20th century is the erasure of the boundary between the living and the dead, then we've all been conservative to our projection of what is going on...

To be simplistic, the solution is to pay attention, on purpose, in a systematic way, in the present moment. That is, we need to be mindful. This is the answer. We can develop a wise relationship with our sensory experience through mindful meditation. Mindful living is a way of life that urges people to find calm by connecting with the present moment.

[link to www.slowmovement.com]

ye've put some good stuff out here.

It's my swan song.....glad you've taken notice.

I don't know what to say to you except I really like what you bring to this place AL

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Dissolving Boundaries




Where are you heading for the future?

Andrew Till: To a place of total sonic unification where boundaries and titles don't exist.


The Greek word eschatos refers to the last things, the final things. The Eschaton is a neutral way of naming what some call the Buddha Matraiya, some people call it the UFO intervention at the end of history, and some call it the second coming. It's the last thing; the Eschaton. What I think is happening is that all boundaries are dissolving; between men and women, between society and nature, and ultimately the boundaries between life and death. We are going truly beyond ambiguity, beyond syntax, We've been trapped in a kind of demonic simulacrum for 25,000 years, created out of language. Now the accelerating process of involuted connectedness characterizing this Whiteheadian progression of epochs toward the concrescence, is in fact being fufilled.

Terence McKenna - _The Evolutionary Mind_


"Reality" is a word in the English language which happens to be (a) a noun and (b) singular. Thinking in the English language (and in cognate Indo-European languages) therefore subliminally programs us to conceptualize "reality" as one block-like entity, sort of like a huge New York skyscraper, in which every part is just another "room" within the same building. This linguistic program is so pervasive that most people cannot "think" outside it at all, and when one tries to offer a different perspective they imagine one is talking gibberish.

Such "things," however, dissolve back into energy dances -- processes or verbs -- when the nervous system is synergized with certain drugs or transmuted by yogic or shamanic exercises or aided by scientific instruments. In both mysticism and physics, there is general agreement that "things" are constructed by our nervous systems and that "realities" (plural) are better described as systems or bundles of energy functions.

-Robert Anton Wilson





"Civilization is entirely the product of phonetic literacy. As it dissolves with the electronic revolution, we rediscover a tribal integral awareness that manifests itself in a complete shift in our sensory lives....This new electronic environment itself constitutes an inner trip, collectively, without benefit of drugs. The impulse to use hallucinogens is a kind of empathy with the electronic environment."

- Marshall McLuhan




"True sanity entails in one way or another the dissolution of the normal ego, that false self competently adjusted to our alienated social reality... and through this death a rebirth and the eventual re-establishment of a new kind of ego-functioning, the ego now being the servant of the divine, no longer its betrayer."

- R.D. Laing

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In the book _Stockhausen: towards A Cosmic Music_, the German avant-garde composer Karlheinz Stockhausen describes the human body as an incredibly complicated vibrating instrument of perception. The composer, who travels the vast spaceways that link electronic music and mysticism, argues that the "esoteric" is simply that which cannot yet be explained by science.

"Every genuine composition makes conscious something of this esoteric realm. This process is endless, and there will be more and more esotericism as knowledge and science become increasingly capable of revealing human beings as perceivers." And transmitters as well. Spiritual or not, we are beings of vibrating sensation, floating in an infinite sea of pulsing waves that roll and resonate between the synapse and the farthest star.




harmonics

harmonic (här-mòn´îk) adjective
1.Music. a. Of or relating to harmony. b. Pleasing to the ear: harmonic orchestral effects. c. Characterized by harmony: a harmonic liturgical chant.
2.Of or relating to harmonics.
3.Integrated in nature.

noun
Music.
1.a. A tone in the harmonic series of overtones produced by a fundamental tone. b. A tone produced on a stringed instrument by lightly touching an open or stopped vibrating string at a given fraction of its length so that both segments vibrate. Also called overtone, partial, partial tone.
2.A wave whose frequency is a whole-number multiple of that of another.



The universe, believe it or not, is nothing other than a giant musical instrument with a very special but predictable pattern of harmonically related oscillations which determine the structure of everything from galactic clusters to subatomic particles. The single axiom of the Harmonics theory is that ... the universe consists of a wave which develops harmonics and each of these waves does the same.

- Ray Tomes - _Cycles In The Universe_


Galactic Harmonics is a grand discipline occupied with the examination of the underlying patterns and themes present in all levels of material existence. From the subatomic to the cosmic, these recurring patterns can be found in everything from particle interaction to social dynamics to the unfolding of the universe itself. When viewed through the magical filters of physics and mathematics, we can begin to see that the universe at its most basic level is nothing more than an immense pattern-generating function. We are just one small part of the universal pattern, but each tiny particle of our being mirrors the vast complexities of the entire universe. When we study without, we also study within. By relating key concepts to meditative states, it is my hope that meditation and practice will instill a sense of how integral each of these concepts are to the actual physical process of life. Naturally, we will start at the beginning, but as we move forward each new concept will compliment the last and continue to build until there is no beginning and no end, only patterns and cycles.


- James Kent - _The Galactic Harmonic Primer_

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The Power of Harmonics



Alfred Tomatis is a French physician and specialist in otolaryngology, who has been working with understanding the function of the human ear and the importance of listening for forty-five years. In this connection we will look at his discoveries of sound, which charge the listener. Tomatis found that sounds that contain high frequency harmonics, such as those found in Gregorian chants, are extremely beneficial. It is these high frequencies around 8000 Hz, which are capable of charging the central nervous system and the cortex of the brain. In many of the sacred chants of the different tradition, the main out put of high frequency harmonics are dominant, which offer stimulation to the brain.

Tomatis himself discovered this when he was called to help a Benedictine monastery, where the monks were suffering of fatigue and depression. He found out, that the usual six to eight hours of chanting - due to a new decree - had been ceased, and within a short period of time the monks were unable to perform their many duties. When Tomatis re-established their daily chanting, the monks were soon able to continue their rigorous schedule of work and prayers.

For Tomatis, a major aspect of the therapeutic affects of vocal harmonics lies in the conduction of the bones, which are stimulated by resonance of around 2000 Hz. He says:

The sound produced is not in the mouth, not in the body, but, in fact, in the bones. It is all the bones in the body which are singing and it is like a vibrator exciting the walls of the church, which also sing.

Bone conduction's actually amplifies the sound through resonance of the cranium and the skull. According to Tomatis, bone conduction stimulates the stapes muscle of the ear, which he believes is the key to stimulating and charging the brain. Tomatis himself manages with a small amount of sleep, less than four hours a night. He attributes this to his listening to sound, which are rich in high harmonics.

Tomatis has described a phenomenon, which has been called The Tomatis Effect , that states that the voice can only create and duplicate those sounds, which the ear is able to hear. This means that until you are able to hear various overtones, you will not be able to create them in your voice.

Listening is undoubtedly a key, not only in obtaining the ability of creating vocal harmonies and improvement of the voice, but of understanding aspects of other levels of consciousness. In the Hindu tradition there is a great awareness of listening as a tool for enhanced consciousness. The art of listening to the outer and inner sound.

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Inner and outer sound

In the Vedic language of Sanskrit, there is a differentiation between inner and outer sound. There is audible sound, called ahata , or struck sound and is the result of vibration on the physical plane. There is also the anahata , the inaudible, inner sound which are not the result of some physical vibration, but rather are unstuck which can be ridden like a flying horse to other planes of existence in meditation.

The American throat singer, Jonathan Goldman , formulates an interesting statement in the book," Healing Sounds , the power of harmonics:

I have always wondered if harmonics might not somehow be the bridge between ahata and anahata , the struck and the unstuck sound, but the harmonics which are created do not occur themselves from having been physically struck. Perhaps they are the bridge between the physical and the meta-physical. (p.78 )

Pir Vilayat Khan, head of the Sufi Order of the West, said that the overtones can be followed with the conscious mind and used as Jacob's Ladder to climb to other planes of existence.



Sound as a carrier wave of consciousness

If we for a moment give up the common notion about sound as air waves the ear can hear, and extend it to a member of the universal family of vibrations, we will open up for the Hermetic Principles that tell us about the Universe is nothing more or less than an endless number of vibrations and rhythms from the atoms to the stars.

Hermes Trismegistus, Thrice Great Hermes, the scribe of the Gods, as the ancient Greeks named the mystical Egyptian God Thoth, was said to create by the sound of his voice alone. The sacred writings of the ancient mystery Schools over the world, were attributed to him as mediator of divinely revealed wisdom. In the center of learning the knowledge of sound was a highly refined science based upon an understanding of vibration as the primary causative form of the universe. While there are many mystical and spiritual paths, the Principles laid out by (the post atlantian?) Hermes Thoth seem to be incorporated in all of these paths. There were Seven Principles upon which the entire Hermetic Philosophy was based. Describe in The Kyballium: a study of Hermetic Philosophy these are:

1. The principle of Mentalisme: "All is mind"

2. The principle of correspondence: "As Above, so Below".

3. The principle of Vibration:" All is in vibration".

4. The principle of Polarity: " Everything is dual".

5. The principle of Rhythm: " Everything flows".

6. The principle of Cause and Effect: " Everything happens according to Law".

7. The principle of Gender: " Everything has its Masculine and Feminine Principles"


Resonant frequency

Looking at the human body every organ, bone and tissue has its own separate resonant frequency. Together they made up a composite frequency, a harmonic that is your own personal vibratory signature. That signature resonate to the aura which some people can see and in Killian photography can be recorded.

Just as it is possible to set an object into its own natural vibratory state through resonance, so it is possible to restore the natural motion of an object that may be out of tune or in disharmony. We call this disease. When disease sets in, a different sound pattern is established in that part of the body which is not vibrating in harmony. Therefore, it is possible, through use of externally created sound that is projected into the diseased area, to reintroduce the correct harmonic pattern.

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Thread: Where the scripture ends...Truth begins (Page 4)
Maui the night of the summer solstice of 2000. I lit a fire in the centre of a medicine wheel and took a journey through the flames.


I witnessed 2 cruise ships on the ocean far at sea. Each loaded with passengers and headed seemingly straight for the other. I seemed to be without body above one of the ships and was watching the panic that ensued as the passengers began to notice the other ship in the distance.
Initially the panic was directed toward the captain and crew in the form of pleas and demands to change course...but the captain was adamant that he must hold his course. The passengers turned their angst towards each other then. First yelling and arguing then pushing and fighting. I could hear and feel the tones of naked fear and pitiful self-righteousness in the melee.
Soon, the other ship was within earshot and the exact same scenario could be seen and heard taking place on the other ship.
As the ships drew nearer the passengers from each ship began to throw items from one vessel toward the other. People began to assault the crew who were protecting the captain who was determined to hold the course....ditto on the other ship.

Finally, in the midst of my confusion as to why I was seeing this in the fire, I asked, "what am I doing here?".
Then I felt large hands on my shoulders pushing me down onto the ship I'd been watching...down down into a chair that was on a deck filled with chairs. Now I was bodily aboard this doomed vessel and a voice came clear through the din to my inner ear, "Stay in Your Seat".
I looked around and there were several people...many in fact, who were sitting quietly watching as the panicked mob grew more and more distasteful with each ignorant act and word.
Then the ships met......
but instead of a massive collision the hulls only grazed one another creating an enormous vibration across the decks of each ship. There was a tremendous incredible sound accompanied with the vibration.
All who were not sitting quietly were vibrated right over board into the sea. And because each captain dutifully held his course the ships were unharmed and still on course.

Best of all was the unforgettable sense of peace and tranquility I felt and shared with my fellow passengers as the chaos stopped and the cruise resumed. The appreciation for peace was 10 fold due to the build up and release of the tension.
...the difference is why.



the delicate sound of thunder.....


[link to www.theplasmaverse.com]

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The psychic Edgar Cayce predicted that sound would be the medicine of the future. I surely pray to that and the future is here. Within the last decades, however, the use of sound as a healing modality is coming more into focus in both the scientific and the medical communities. (See Signature Sound by MD Sherry Edwards) There now exist organizations such as the International Society for Music in Medicine and the Arts Medicine Association, which draw together doctors, scientists and other working with sound as a therapeutic tool.

As Jonathan Goldman so keenly has detected in his book Healing Sound : sometimes different people apparently used different frequencies or different sounds to heal the same problem? A colleague and friend brought his attention to the missing area in question:

Sound is a carrier wave of consciousness

This means that depending upon where an individual's awareness is placed when he/she creates a certain sound, the sound will carry information on that state to the person receiving it. It is the intent or the purpose behind the sound, that matters. With the word intent, we are really talking about the consciousness of the sound being created. This encompasses the overall state of the person making the sound and involves the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual aspects of that person.

The initial understanding of intention involves our conscious mind, actually our whole being. A more profound understanding of intent involves what may be understood as alignment with the purpose of our Higher Selves, or the Divine Will. That is to be one with the Universal Spirit. It is that aspect of consciousness that is able to align with the sacred energy of sound.

It is Thy will , not my will .

When we have reached this level of being, our intent is to become a vehicle for the sacred sound and we are maybe - able to by-pass the lesser aspect of one self which is selfish, inharmonious and unable to surrender to the Universal Will or God.