what music are you listening to now

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MONKEY DIG? MONKEY DUG.

 Typical scene from B4thers' bacchanalian debauch of music-fueled barbarity

Ca. 1954:

Ca. 2014, 60 years later:


"1967: The Year of Monkeemania"

"Rediscovering the Monkees' Underrated Psychedelic Classic 50 Years Later"


Ca. 1960:

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OH WHAT AN ORDINARY DAY

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Apportez-moi la le cœur de STACEY K.



Agitée comme un roseau dans la tourmente
Tout m'énerve et tout m'irrite en ce moment
Le monde me désenchante
Par ce beau jour de printemps
Fatiguée, désabusée et sans courage
Impatiente je ne sais plus ce qui m'attend
Je sens arriver l'orage
Par ce beau jour de printemps

Je voudrais me sentir loin d'ici
Fuir la vie de chaque jour
Et peut-être en m'évadant ainsi
Y trouverais-je l'amour
Les bourgeons des marronniers
De mon enfance
La jacinthe, l'aubépine et les lilas blancs
En vain me chantent leur romance
Douterais-tu du printemps?
Tout est si joyeux
Pourtant je suis malheureuse
D'où me vient tout ce tourment?
Ô mon ami, c'est le printemps

[Shaken like a reed in the turmoil
Everything irritates me at the moment
The world disenchants me
On this beautiful spring day
Tired, disillusioned and without courage
Impatient I do not know what awaits me
I feel the storm coming
On this beautiful spring day

I would like to feel far from here
To escape the life of each day
And maybe by escaping like this
I would find love there
The buds of the chestnut trees
Of my childhood
The hyacinth, the hawthorn and the white lilac
In vain sing their romance to me
Would you doubt the spring?
Everything is so joyful
Yet I am unhappy
Where does all this torment come from?
O my friend, it is spring]

To immanentize the full balance of the Tao, seasons-wise, play this:


My holding you close really is no crime --
Ask the birds, the trees, and old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-dah di-dah-di-dum, 'tis autumn

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[Kek]

[Cyanatta]

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Many Questions On A Slow Day Before The New Madrid Adjustment

...Now With Extra Added Feelz For The Empathy-Impaired



If life is unfair to everyone, does that mean that life is actually fair?
If your shirt is inside out, is everyone and everything in the universe wearing your shirt but you?
Do you know you've fallen asleep only through waking up? [Lucid Dreaming: Am I a joke to you?!]
Do you spend your whole life recruiting mourners for your funeral?
Are the physicists who study atoms basically just bunches of atoms trying to understand themselves?
If you replace every "W" with a "T" in the questions When, Where, and What, do you get the answers?
Don't we always only have just a few minutes left to live -- but by breathing once again we reset the clock? 
Won't there come a moment when you meet each and every person you know for the last time?
Do erasers slowly sacrifice themselves because of our mistakes?
Once you've read a dictionary, is every other book you read just a remix?
If you ever get the title of "currently the oldest person on Earth," won't you hold that title for the rest of your life?
Isn't every newborn child the youngest person on Earth?
Is the brain the only organ that named itself?
If you drop something on the ground, doesn’t that mean the world is now holding it for you?
If a pregnant woman swims, isn't she a human submarine?
Isn't the brain the most important organ -- according to the brain?
When you buy a bigger bed, don't you have more bed-room, but less bedroom?
Is a wooden treehouse just a tree-corpse held by a still-living friend?
Isn't the pool on the Titanic still full of water?
When porn stars disrobe for a film scene, aren't they just putting on their work clothes?
Isn't brushing your teeth just cleaning some of your skeleton?
If you're cooler than me, doesn't that make me hotter than you?
If you're being chased by a homicidal maniac, aren't you both running for your life?
Isn't it true that all those who listen to this music are absolutely sure to die?

/music plays















Can't beat the system

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"Muß es sein?" (Must it be?)
"Es muß sein!" (It must be!)

Und das muss noch mehr der Fall sein.  (And that must be even more the case.)


"To illustrate the character of the inner world of Vitvitskaïa—this woman who had stood on the brink of moral ruin and who later, thanks to the aid of persons with ideas who chanced to cross the path of her life, became, I may boldly say, such as might serve as an ideal for every woman—I will confine myself here to telling about only one aspect of her many-sided inner life.



     "Among other interests she was particularly drawn to the science of music. The seriousness of her attitude towards this science may be shown clearly by a conversation we had during one of the expeditions of our group. On this journey through the centre of Turkestan, thanks to special introductions, we stayed for three days in a certain monastery not accessible to everyone. The morning we left this monastery, Vitvitskaïa was as pale as death, and her arm, for some reason or other, was in a sling. For a long time she could not mount her horse by herself, and another comrade and I had to help her.



     "When the whole caravan was under way, I rode beside Vitvitskaïa, a little behind all the others. I very much wanted to know what had happened to her and questioned her insistently. I thought that perhaps one of our comrades had acted the brute and had dared in some way to insult her—a woman who had become sacred for us all—and I wished to find out who the scoundrel was, in order, without dismounting and without words, to shoot him down like a partridge.



     "To my questions Vitvitskaïa finally replied that the cause of her state was, as she expressed it, that 'damned music', and she asked me if I remembered the music of the night before last.



     "I did indeed remember how all of us, sitting in some corner of the monastery, had almost sobbed, listening to the monotonous music performed by the brethren during one of their ceremonies. And although we had talked about it afterwards for a long time, none of us could explain the reason for it.



     "After a little pause Vitvitskaïa began to talk of her own accord, and what she said about the cause of her strange state took the form of a long story. I do not know whether it was because the scenery through which we were riding that morning was indescribably glorious or whether there was some other reason, but what she then told me with such sincerity, I still remember almost word for word even after all these years. Each of her words was so strongly imprinted on my brain that it seems to me I hear her at this moment.



     "She began as follows:





"'I do not remember whether there was anything in music that touched me inwardly when I was still quite young, but I do remember very well how I thought about it. Like everybody else I did not wish to appear ignorant and, in praising or criticizing a piece of music, I judged it only with my mind. Even when I was quite indifferent to the music I heard, if my opinion was asked about it, I expressed a view, for or against, according to the circumstances.

     "'Sometimes when everyone praised it I spoke against it, using all the technical words I knew, so that people should think I was not just anyone, but an educated person who could discriminate in everything. And sometimes I condemned it in unison with others, because I thought that, if they criticized it, there was doubtless something in it which I did not know about, for which it should be criticized. But if I praised a piece of music, it was because I assumed that the composer, whoever he might be, having been occupied with this matter all his life, would not let any composition see the light if it did not deserve it. In short, in either praising or blaming, I was always insincere with myself and with others, and for this I felt no remorse of conscience.

     "'Later, when that good old lady, the sister of Prince Lubovedsky, took me under her wing, she persuaded me to learn to play the piano. "Every well-educated, intelligent woman," she said, "should know how to play this instrument." In order to please the dear old lady, I gave myself up wholly to learning to play the piano, and in six months I did indeed play so well that I was invited to take part in a charity concert. All our acquaintances present praised me to the skies and expressed astonishment at my talent.

     "'One day, after I had been playing, the prince’s sister came over to me and very seriously and solemnly told me that, since God had given me such a talent, it would be a great sin to neglect it and not let it develop to the full. She added that, as I had begun to work on music, I should be really educated in this field, and not just play like any Mary Smith, and she therefore thought that I should first of all study the theory of music and, if necessary, even take an examination.

     "'From that day on she began sending for all kinds of books on music for me, and she even went to Moscow herself to buy them. Very soon the walls of my study were lined with enormous bookcases filled to overflowing with all kinds of musical publications.

     "'I devoted myself very zealously to studying the theory of music, not only because I wished to please my benefactress but also I myself had become greatly attracted to this work, and my interest in the laws of music was increasing from day to day. My books, however, were of no help to me, for nothing whatsoever was said in them either about what music is, or on what its laws are based. They merely repeated in different ways information about the history of music, such as: that our octave has seven notes, but the ancient Chinese octave had only five; that the harp of the ancient Egyptians was called tebuni and the flute mem; that the melodies of the ancient Greeks were constructed on the basis of different modes such as the Ionian, the Phrygian, the Dorian and various others; that in the ninth century polyphony appeared in music, having at first so cacophonic an effect that there was even a case of premature delivery of a pregnant woman, who suddenly heard in church the roar of the organ playing this music; that in the eleventh century a certain monk, Guido d’Arezzo, invented solfege, and so on and so forth. Above all, these books gave details about famous musicians, and how they had become famous; they even recorded what kind of neckties and spectacles were worn by such and such composers. But as to what music is, and what effect it has on the psyche of people, nothing was said anywhere.

      "'I spent a whole year studying this so-called theory of music. I read almost all my books and finally became definitely convinced that this literature would give me nothing; but my interest in music continued to increase. I therefore gave up all my reading and buried myself in my own thoughts.

      "'One day, out of boredom, I happened to take from the Prince's library a book entitled The World of Vibrations, which gave my thoughts about music a definite direction. The author of this book was not a musician at all, and from the contents it was obvious that he was not even interested in music. He was an engineer and mathematician. In one place in his book he mentioned music merely as an example for his explanation of vibrations. He wrote that the sounds of music are made up of certain vibrations which doubtless act upon the vibrations which are also in a man, and this is why a man likes or dislikes this or that music. I at once understood this, and I fully agreed with the engineer’s hypotheses."

     "'All my thoughts at that time were absorbed by these interests and, when I talked with the prince’s sister, I always tried to turn the conversation to the subject of music and its real significance. As a result she herself became interested in this question, and we pondered over it together and also began to make experiments.

     "'The prince’s sister even bought several cats and dogs and other animals specially for this purpose. We also began inviting some of our servants, served them tea and for hours on end played the piano for them. At first our experiments produced no result; but once, when we had as guests five of our servants and ten peasants from the village formerly owned by the prince, half of them fell asleep while I was playing a waltz of my own composition.

     "'We repeated this experiment several times, and each time the number of those who fell asleep increased. And although the old lady and I, making use of all kinds of principles, composed other music intended to have different effects on people, nevertheless the only result we attained was to put our guests to sleep. Finally, from constantly working on music and thinking about it, I grew so tired and thin that one day, when the old lady looked at me attentively, she became alarmed and, on the suggestion of an acquaintance, hastened to take me abroad.

     "'We went to Italy and there, distracted by other impressions, I gradually began to recover. It was only after five years had passed, when we went on our Pamir-Afghanistan expedition and witnessed the experiments of the Monopsyche Brotherhood, that I again began to think about the effect of music, but not with the same enthusiasm as at first.

     "'In later years, whenever I remembered my first experiments with music, I could not help laughing at our naïveté in giving such significance to the guests’ falling asleep from our music. It never entered our heads that these people fell asleep from pleasure, simply because they had gradually come to feel at home with us, and because it was very agreeable after a long day’s work to eat a good supper, drink the glass of vodka offered them by the kind old lady, and sit in soft armchairs.

     "'After witnessing the experiments and hearing the explanations of the Monopsyche brethren, I later, on my return to Russia, resumed my experiments on people. I found, as the brothers had advised, the absolute 'la' according to the atmospheric pressure of the place where the experiment was to be carried out, and tuned the piano correspondingly, taking into consideration also the dimensions of the room. Besides this, I chose for the experiments people who already had in themselves the repeated impressions of certain chords; and I also took into consideration the character of the place and the race of each one present. Yet I could not obtain identical results, that is to say, I was not able by one and the same melody to evoke identical experiences in everyone.

     "It cannot be denied that when the people present corresponded absolutely to the mentioned conditions, I could call forth at will in all of them laughter, tears, malice, kindness and so on. But when they were of mixed race, or if the psyche of one of them differed just a little from the ordinary, the results varied and, try as I might, I could not succeed in evoking with one and the same music the mood I desired in all the people without exception. Therefore I gave up my experiments once more, and as it were considered myself satisfied with the results obtained.

     "'But here, the day before yesterday, this music almost without melody evoked the same state in all of us—people not only of different race and nationality, but even quite unlike in character, type, habits and temperament. To explain this by the feeling of human 'herdness' was out of the question, as we have recently experimentally proved that in all our comrades, thanks to corresponding work on themselves, this feeling is totally absent. In a word, there was nothing the day before yesterday that could have produced this phenomenon and by which it could somehow or other be explained. And after listening to this music, when I returned to my room, there again arose in me the intense desire to know the real cause of this phenomenon, over which I had racked my brains for so many years.

     "All night long I could not sleep, but only thought what could be the real meaning of it all. And the whole day yesterday I continued to think, and even lost my appetite. I neither ate nor drank anything, and last night I grew so desperate that either from rage or exhaustion or for some other reason, I almost without knowing it bit my finger, and so hard that I nearly severed it from my hand. That is why my arm is now in a sling. It hurts so much that I can hardly sit on my horse.'





     "Her story touched me deeply, and with all my heart I wanted to help her in some way. In my turn I told her how a year earlier I had happened to come across a phenomenon, also connected with music, which had greatly astonished me.



     "I told her how thanks to a letter of introduction from a certain great man, Father Evlissi, who had been my teacher in childhood, I had been among the Essenes, most of whom are Jews, and that by means of very ancient Hebraic music and songs they had made plants grow in half an hour, and I described in detail how they had done this. She became so fascinated by my story that her cheeks even burned. The result of our conversation was that we agreed that as soon as we returned to Russia we would settle down in some town where, without being disturbed by anyone, we could really seriously carry out experiments with music.



     "After this conversation, for all the rest of the trip, Vitvitskaïa was her usual self again. In spite of her injured finger, she was the nimblest of all in climbing every cliff, and she could discern at a distance of almost twenty miles the monuments indicating the direction of our route.



     "Vitvitskaïa died in Russia from a cold she caught while on a trip on the Volga. She was buried in Samara. I was there at the time of her death, having been called from Tashkent when she fell ill.



     "Recalling her now, when I have already passed the half-way mark of my life and have been in almost all countries and seen thousands of women, I must confess that I never have met and probably never will meet another such woman."



—— G. I. Gurdjieff, Meetings with Remarkable Men (posthumous, 1963)



Gurdjieff Ensemble at Karahunj















"Harvest Time"





Glenn Gould, arguably the finest 20th-century interpreter of Bach's music (& certainly a monumental figure as brilliant premier player in the classical world, a pioneer in uniquely-personal, even fearlessly eccentric, renderings & then-avant-garde modern recording techniques). This is his second, mature "autumnal" recording of this transcendental Bach piece, in 1980; the first he had recorded in 1955, at age 23 at the spring-like beginning of his stellar international career.

One could metaphorically hear this piece fractally as, say, the soundtrack to the many & varied experiences in a particular human's lifespan, as its personality literally varies & changes form in response to subjective, inner growth-urges wrestling with &/or surrendering to objective, outer challenges; or, at a grander scale, the soul's incarnations across time in the sub-densities of our dear current home, the 3rd-going-on-4th, each variation on the theme denoting an individual mortal life making of that inexorably-recurring theme (its mysteriously-set soul-essence) what it can and will as it expresses its precious uniqueness in time & space contending with the particular world it faces; the ineffable drama of the austerely majestic Design of cosmic destiny vs. the personal vagaries of all-too-human fate with all its built-in strengths & weaknesses, as it confronts the inescapable spectrum of mortal challenges -- the whole held together (in musical-performance terms the aesthetically-unifying "line" the artist takes through all the sprawling elements of complexity which will artistically define the very being of the whole piece to the discerning auditor -- the mind-boggling meta-issue in this metaphor is: who is playing? & who is listening? & in just what kind of performance space?)... In short, this magnificent work (into which Gould consciously poured his entire life's energy shortly before it ended) lovingly evokes the Mystery of the Mystery-Clad Being of the One Infinite Creator in terms that a mortal human can (ruefully, sadder-but-wiser? surrenderingly beyond mere emotion?) empathize with.



16.51 Questioner: Could you define the word density as we have been using it to give us a little greater idea of the concept of this term when used by you?

16.51 Questioner: Could you define the word density as we have been using it to give us a little greater idea of the concept of this term when used by you?

Ra: I am Ra. The term density is a, what you would call, mathematical one. The closest analogy is that of music, whereby after seven notes on your western type of scale, if you will, the eighth note begins a new octave. Within your great octave of existence which we share with you, there are seven octaves or densities. Within each density there are seven sub-densities. Within each sub-density, seven sub-sub-densities, and so on infinitely.

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MUSIC FROM ON-HIGH

Two examples of big-whoop DJs making mostly dispensable noises in lofty places recently. With woo-woo lights yet!

At Edge in NYC




On the helipad (shown below, seemingly supporting the Moon) atop Burj Al Arab in Dubai. 
(BTW, the least-posh, low-floor single-bedrooms in this joint go for 3K$US/night. And the staff don't even leave towel-origami animals on your bed. Scandalous!)

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There's Got To Be A Morning After


Gone beyond




 Mommy Dearest's party tips

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"It is nothing but one sheet of paper in a great book."



For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the
root of the root of your own soul.

Although you appear in earthly form
Your essence is pure Consciousness.
You are the fearless guardian
of Divine Light.
So come, return to the
root of the root of your own soul.

When you lose all sense of self
the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.
Lose yourself completely,
Return to the
root of the root of your own soul.

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A Little Bird Told Me...
A Thing Or Two Or Three






The Daily Earth Wobble can be determined by measuring the Azimuth and Altitude, as viewed from a single place on the Earth's surface. This can then be compared to the official expectation of said Azimuth and Altitude. This photo records the 6 hour eclipse in November, 2021 from a single place, thus showing the wobble as the globe leans to the East and then to the West.

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FREE SOUL IS FREE
Up Yonder On Lookout Mountain
-- Or Your Money Back!













“When I first came out to L.A. [in 1968], my friend Joel Bernstein found an old book in a flea market that said, ‘Ask anyone in America where the craziest people live and they’ll tell you California. Ask anyone in California where the craziest people live and they’ll say Los Angeles. Ask anyone in Los Angeles where the craziest people live and they’ll tell you Hollywood. Ask anyone in Hollywood where the craziest people live and they’ll say Laurel Canyon. And ask anyone in Laurel Canyon where the craziest people live and they’ll say Lookout Mountain.’ So I bought a house on Lookout Mountain.” --- Joni Mitchell

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Turn On -- Tune In -- Freak Out  Cop Out  Drop Dead  Cruise On Out Of Here 






Circa 1987 Australian anti-AIDS scare-campaign actual advert
Circa 2021 Australian anti-"vaccine-hesitancy" scare-campaign proposed advert

My suggestion for new Aussie-market advert:


Freakpower -- "Turn On, Tune In, Cop Out"
^ Karaoke version

Vive la révolution, I guess, even if it's a bit artsy:



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The Have-You-Ever Scene

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PATTERN-INTEGRITY ON THE RUN



A pattern has an integrity independent of the medium by virtue of which you have received the information that it exists.
--- R. Buckminster Fuller, Synergetics: Explorations in the Geometry of Thinking (1975)

(From https://www.quora.com/What-did-Buckminst...-integrity:)
Richard Buckminster Fuller was a genius and systems thinker of the order of Nikola Tesla and Charles Darwin. Some say he was the 20th century’s Leonardo Da Vinci. So why isn’t he more widely referenced and taught today? Well, one clue may be his writing, a sample of which is below:

"Man can and may metaphysically comprehend, anticipate, shunt, and meteringly introduce the evolutionarily organized environment events in the magnitudes and frequencies that best synchronize with the patterns of his successful and metaphysical metabolic regeneration while ever increasing the degrees of humanity’s space and time freedoms from yesterday’s ignorance sustaining survival procedure chores and their personal time capital wasting."

It's rare for readers of today to have the patience to parse through such dense prose [similar in some respects to the recursionary nested-contextuality of Henry James' late-period literary writing]. It’s too bad, because for those who do, there is a breathtaking wisdom and moral leadership to be found.

My reading of Bucky is predominantly metaphysical. Here is a collection of gems, which together form the throughline that I think is most important in what Bucky was saying.

* Wealth is not money; wealth is our knowledge of how to take care of ourselves, and reduce the restrictions on our degrees of freedom now and in the future.
* Humans are innately comprehensive, good at figuring out technology in response to environmental challenges; a man who lives in the tropics by the sea will invent a boat, but a man who lives at higher latitudes by a lake will invent a boat and a sled, because the lake freezes over in the winter.
* Throughout history, technological know-how has been sequestered by the smart men who worked in league with the strong men. These men used technological power and religious power to build great empires because they believed there were not enough (resources) to go around.
* Modern educational systems are mostly designed to reduce humans' natural competence and comprehensivity and turn them into specialists. Only the elite are allowed to embrace their natural comprehensive skills, which are easier, because they are innate to all humans.
* Technology has made it possible, since 1979, to realistically feed, clothe and shelter every person on the planet. The reasons we give for not doing this are ideological, not technological.
* Humanity's rising literacy rates mean that people are ready to self-govern and throw off the yoke of political and religious leadership the world over.
* As long as most people are convinced there is not enough life support on Planet Earth to support 7 or 9 billion humans, and therefore the only way to ensure security for them and theirs is to take the resources they need from others before others can take resources from them, people will not choose to change a system that is so cruel to so many, because they will believe it is a necessary way to apportion 'scarce' resources.
* Our task, then, is primarily metaphysical, and it is to educate everyone on Earth quickly enough so that they start engaging in social behaviors that avoid widespread species extinction.




(Waiting) To cut out the deadwood
(Waiting) To clean up the city
(Waiting) To follow the worms
(Waiting) To put on a black shirt
(Waiting) To weed out the weaklings
(Waiting) To smash in their windows and kick in their doors
(Waiting) For the final solution to strengthen the strain
(Waiting) To follow the worms
(Waiting) To turn on the showers and fire the ovens
(Waiting) For the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
(Waiting) To follow the worms



Until the leaf falls
I've never seen a tree
Every time I go into the woods

Before the sundown
I never know the time
Before the sundown
I never know the time
Every time I go into the woods

I'm always certain
It hasn't been that long
I'm always certain
It hasn't been that long
Every time I go into the woods

I'm always learning
Things I've learned before
I'm always learning
Things I've learned before
Every time I
Every time I
Every time I go into the woods

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Touche Pas Ma Planète, S'il Vous Plaît!
... 'Cause It Works For Me As-Is

The fantastically elitist STS Davos-&-Beyond clique of sociopathic cryptarchs, spearheaded overtly by its visionary think-tank/PR agency, comprising the transhumanist maniacs of the technocratic World Economic Forum*, has for the last year and a half been feeling-up (as it were) the planet quite outrageously, and is inexorably groping its tyrannical 4th-Technological-Revolutionary way toward helotistic First Base -- i.e., its long-held helotistical wet-dream of a goal, the final solution to the age-old world problematique: their vaunted Great Reset into their prophesied Glorious 5th Technological Revolution, amen. 

Perhaps you've felt this in any of the ten-thousand-and-one ways it is manifesting in your everyday reality just now on this particular world, but didn't have the requisite framework of knowledge with which to usefully deploy, say, the Ra & Friends material (for instance) so as to be able to definitively tell one polarity's effects from the other's with the sufficient and necessary certainty, and so to take your firm choice of just which line along which to confidently and consciously marshal your intent and bravely enact your deeds -- in the face of the greatest hurricane season of malignly-polarizing, black-propagandic bull**** this fair world of ours has ever entertained.

* World Economic Forum self-legitimating propaganda piece ca. Jan. 2021. Coincidentally for yours truly, the falling building briefly seen being demolished at 0:46 is one in which I used to work four decades ago; while it was openly the corporate HQ of a legitimate U.S. transnational heavy-industry titan, under its aegis was plausibly hosted a certain illegitimate transnational quasigovernmental Agency's field office merrily operating on the down-low with perfect cover as an international import/export subcontractor. Shhh! -- lo these many moons later, for [everybody, now, in unison:] Hurr durr! It's all just conspiracy theory!


Allez hop! T'occupe, t'inquiète,
Touche pas ma planète!
     Let's go! Don't occupy yourself, don't worry yourself (about my affairs)!
     Don't touch my planet! [or as The Rolling Stones put it, “Stay off of my cloud!”]

Ca plane pour moi (literally, "it is gliding for me"), slang for "everything's going well for me" or "this works for me"

 WTF?

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She Doesn't Say No But She Thinks No...



You will never understand
That I loved you
You will never understand
How I did it

You talked to me about love
Of that so beautiful
You failed to prove
That you were capable of living that

But don't
Please forget that
I'm still here I don't want to suffer for you anymore
My love

With time I decided
That it's a memory
All that I lived through
And it killed me inside

You will never understand
That I loved you
You'll never understand
How I did it

You were telling me about love
That beautiful thing
You failed to prove
That you were capable of living it
But don't
Please don't forget
That I'm still here I don't want to suffer for you anymore
My love

With time I decided
That it's a memory
All that I lived through
And it killed me inside



I don't say no
But I think no
And if I feel that I don't
That I don't want to suffer anymore

If you say you're going
That you won't come back
That you will never love me

I'm not going to suffer anymore
But I don't want you to think every day
And what would it be like?
And what would it be like?
Don't repeat this melody anymore
Night and day
Night and day

And if
You knew that if
You weren't here
Maybe you wouldn't
Maybe I would
I'd be happier

You could too
Improve to a hundred [percent]
Control your back and forth
That without me you'll be fine
But I don't want you to think every day
And what would it be like?
And what would it be like?
Don't repeat this melody anymore
Night and day
Night and day
By day

And by day
To think that in my stories you will believe
Stories you won't forget
I've already shed my skin
And without you I'll be fine

But you'll be able to know
That if there is such a thing as love
You have to run to see it
And never come back

But I don't want you to think every day
And what would it be like?
And what would it be like?

Repeat no more this melody
Night and day
Night and day
By day
And day
But I don't want you to think every day
And what would it be like?
And what would it be like?

Repeat no more this melody
Night and day
Night and day
By day
And in the daytime


The Temptations' "I Wish It Would Rain" vs. Deep Purple's "Burn"

[Dekalb_Blues]

LAST CALL





















"Love may have a blooming going into the shift, as it ought, those with great love in their hearts responding to the realization that little else matters."

--- STO Zetas



"Love is the strongest medicine. It is more powerful than electricity."

"Change is the way of the world, and if in this Kali Yuga (Dark Age) it has to go this way, let it go. Unless you are the Lord, you can't stop it anyway, so why berate it?"

"Whoever works for God, his work will be done by itself."

"God will give you everything you need for your spiritual development. Hold on to nothing."

"The best form to worship God is every form."

---- Neeb Karori Baba, "Maharajji"



"OUTLOOK -- Since Sufism is based upon the realisation of truth by the Sufis, its outlook cannot change, though its superficial projection may appear to change. Teaching methods differ in accordance with cultural conditions. In other systems, it is the outlook of the philosophical school which undergoes variation. This ‘has a great significance in attesting to the ancient roots of the Sufi Way. It indicates that whereas in the progress of history the outlook of other philosophical doctrines has changed according to environments, the Sufi ideals have remained patent to the original form in adhering to the conception of a comprehensiveness without a frontier’ (The Sirdar Ikbal Ali Shah, Islamic Sufism, London, 1933, p. 10).
Accustomed to looking at philosophy as a makeshift, a groping toward truth, changing in accordance with the acquisition of mere information, there are few people nowadays who can even grasp the assertion that there is an ultimate truth against which everything can be measured, and which is accessible to man."

"Detach from fixed ideas and preconceptions. And face what is to be your lot.
(Sheikh Abu-Said Ibn Abi-Khair)"

--- Idries Shah, The Sufis (1964)

"AFFECTION AND REGARD -- It is possible to have great affection and regard for individuals and groups of people without in any way reducing one's awareness of their currently poor capacity for understanding and preserving their heritage.
The present state of ignorance about distant and former cultures is not unique to this time. Unfortunately, though, the people of our time are not employing their superior resources to retrieve and develop the remnants of wider knowledge possessed elsewhere and also at other times.
This is because, while the tools and the general freedom are there for the first time, desire, resolution and breadth of vision are absent, also for the first time.
The endowment is therefore at risk. For the first time.”

--Idries Shah, Reflections (1968)


NASRUDIN ENCOUNTERS AN INQUISITIVE FELLOW TRAVELER EN ROUTE, & MISCHIEVOUSLY OFFERS SOME GRATUITOUS PERSONAL INFORMATION
"How are you?"
"Perfect, thank you. I'm traveling incognito."
"Oh? As what are you disguised?"
"I am disguised as myself."
"What?! Don't be silly! That's no disguise-- that's who you are!"
"On the contrary, it must be a very good disguise, for I see it has fooled you completely."


THE GREAT POETS RUMI & YUNUS TALK SHOP
When Rumi asked Yunus what he thought of his 6-book masterpiece, the Masnavi-I Ma'navi ['Rhyming Couplets of Profound Spiritual Meaning'], Yunus simply said, "It's a little long. I would have written it differently." "Oh, how so?" Rumi asked. "I would have written: I came from eternity, clothed myself with skin and bones, and called myself 'Yunus'."

"We and all our existences are non-entities. Thou art the absolute being whose appearance is transitory."

--- Idries Shah & other Sufis, various sources


In every state, the Heart is my support:
In this kingdom of existence it is my sovereign.
When I tire of the treachery of Reason--
God knows I am grateful to my Heart...
-- Persian Quatrains of Ustad Khalilullah Khalili (1975)



"Even the most unhappy of experiences, shall we say, which seem to occur in the Catalyst of the adept, seen from the viewpoint of the spirit, may, with the discrimination possible in shadow, be worked with until light equaling the light of brightest noon descends upon the adept and positive or service-to-others illumination has occurred. The service-to-self adept will satisfy itself with the shadows and, grasping the light of day, will toss back the head in grim laughter, preferring the darkness."

"Q: I am assuming that it is not necessary for an individual to
understand the Law of One to go from the third to the fourth density. Is
this correct?
Ra: I am Ra. It is absolutely necessary that an entity consciously realize it does not understand in order for it to be harvestable. Understanding is not of this density."

--- Those of Ra



"There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation."

--- W. C. Fields


"We doctors know
a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go"

---E. E. Cummings, 'pity this busy monster, manunkind'



ENCANTADA

Just as flowers aflight career upwards to light,

So too leave the years upon my soul vaporish trails of firefly blazes.

Wonderful the soul's ascent!

Wonderful the mind's assent!

Blunderful though it be to the mind's eye's sight -- all is right!

All is right.

But still: strive against the night --

And fly!

--- Dekalb_Blues


L'envoi: There's a lot to be said for ineffability. 

[schubert]

farewell everyone