Silver Feather.

Like most fables, stories, or any good fiction this takes place in a reality not our own in a time that is uncertain and with characters that seem all together not "real."

It begins with a silver feather. This silver feather came from nothing and created everything. It fell onto a planet much like our own. This feather entered into contact with a small portion of energy in an even smaller gravital mass. There was a great stillness and from this stillness atoms formed and began speaking to each other. Not in audioable language but in there own atom way they communicated and collaborated. They choose to align themselves into various forms and decided (by the feathers guidance) that they should create bigger thinking bodies of substance. They subjected themselves to be slaves to these great organizations of life. Soon there were trees, water, mountains, animals, humans, ghosts, and everything in between. The feather kept itself in what it thought were the best organizations of in-slaved atoms. It rested in the fire of every dragon, the crevasse of every diamond, and the heart of conscious beings.

After a while the conscious beings created by in-slaved atoms decided to in-slave themselves in organization to create something bigger. Humans created monarchies, Shians (elf like) created religion, and the Norads (demon like) created philosophy. They all lived very far from each other in the extreme optimum of their existence, but soon they started colliding with each other. The Humans wanted to rule the Shians, The Shians wanted to convert the humans, and the Norads just wanted to fuck with the minds of both the other races. Wars of all kinds began to happen: physical wars, spiritual wars, and mental wars.

Unfortunately, the atoms were so in-slaved to these life forms that they couldn't get out when the shit went down. They were destroyed, realigned, and altogether brutal manipulated into a very mute lifeless existence. The feather on the other hand never subjected itself to one being or another so it continued to float through the great tyranny of the "Gaia."

The feather decided it wanted something new. It landed in the hands of a Shiad (cross bread of the demon and elf). This shiad wore it in his hair and didn't think to much of this shinny new object that drifted his way. He soon began to see things and change reality around him. "Miracles" happened that no race had seen before. The Humans called it madness, the Shians called it god, and the Norads said it was really just subjective. This young Shiad began sharing his experiences and mind opening techniques with his friends. They to began to do miracles, and as wars raged on around them they created peace in there small portion of the Gaia. Soon the radicals killed each other and the dumb asses were killed by the radicals, but the young races who followed this Shiad soon found peace with each other and began releasing the in-slaved atoms of their bodies. Soon all was dust and all beings ceased to be organized in living form or atomic form. The feather floated through the atoms and all was still once again. The atoms would occasionally get together to bring back the ones who set them free and they would dance in these living beings in the nothingness of space and all was at rest and never again was there an attempt to organize all the atoms and in-slave themselves to one form and it was very good.

(C) 2008 William Trouble

Dali and Freud.

Sigmund Freud.


Salvador Dali


Salvador Dali painting on the inside of Sigmund Freud's brain.

Texas is an RPG.

Well, so i've decided to stop loathing the outrageous decision to leave my family in Nashville.
In leu of that decision i have been doing a lot of productive things, like:

listening to the White Stripes, Beatles, Explosions in the Sky and Yann Tiersen.
drinking more coffee.
smoking more cigarettes.
seeing my dear friend Nathan in Waco and playing Halo 3 and Final Fantasy 6.
playing chess with David and playing Final Fantasy 8 at him and Dana's house.
watching the rest of the Digimon Season 1 on youtube.

I've also been really into the new Mates of State record, "Re-Arrange Us (2008)," that came out not long ago.
If I wasn't so lazy I would find the album cover and a link to get the file, but I'm not up to it.
I haven't gotten to do any electrical work since I've been back which is a damn shame.
What are you gonna do when there is no work to do? Be unemployed.

My dad and I were having dinner at Logan's Roadhouse this evening and he mentioned wanting to go to the country of Georgia for our first adventure in Europe. I told him I was game as long as mom was cool with it. Funny, how the roles seemed a bit reversed.

Tomorrow is a new day. Go play a Final Fantasy game it is good for your sense of reality and it just kicks ass.

Fuck.

Heaven and Hell.

Heaven was at Satco, KFB cd listen, Romeo and Juliet, and everyone at 1201 when we were all back together as a family.
Hell was watching meagan walk up the stairs, looking into stevens eyes, holding la'akea, and driving away at 5:30 in the morning not knowing why i was going or when i'd be back.
Fuck.

Rain on the Fort.

I kind of want these.









i love the Krohn brothers, and rainy Ft. Collins lazy days.
i love cigarettes.
i love beer in the morning.
i hate composing.
i hate not reading and watching the olympics.
i hate that all good things end.











wonderful. fresh. a bunch of old guys releasing young music.

Plow Creek Farm - the Paradigm shift.

I have found heaven.
Or as close as I think I might be able to get. I am in Princeton IL, and I have been staying with my good friends Shawn and Amanda Clark. They have been on this Mennonite farm with two of our other good friends in intentional community. I went into the fields with them today and picked, tomatoes, corn, and black berries. They are completely self sufficient, and the farm is huge! They went to market today at 2pm to sell a lot of what we harvested. Incredible. We went into Chicago last night - I love that fucking city. They showed me some of the "trendier" parts of town and it was awesome.

Terence McKenna and Lorenzo have been on my mind a lot lately. I've been listening to many a lecture that Lorenzo post on his podcast "Psychedelic Salon." If you are a progressive thinker and think a lot of the laws of science have way to many loop holes to be laws and that most western countries are going to shit, I would definitely suggest taking an hour or so and listening to one of these fantastic podcast. They are changing my life, and I've not even used any of the sacred medicines they talk about (except for Diviners Sage). The Paradigm shift is upon us and things are going to get a hell of a fuck of a lot worse before they get better.

On one of the more recent podcast I listened to, they discussed consciousness. Terence spoke about how loads of researchers have watched people walk across burning hot coals and how their feet don't get burned. He speculates that it is because they are changing their reality around them by tapping into consciousness and controlling the energy surrounding themselves. It was mind blowing because one of the shaman asked one of the researchers if he wanted to walk across the coals with him. He did it with the shaman and didn't get a singe. If a single person can change his immediate reality what would happen if the whole human race tapped into this "energy". I speculate that if we can all transcend some how and come to this level of openness we can all together change reality as we know it. I think we will have to do that once our technological culture evolves so much that it comes back on us and we have nothing left to do but change reality. I think that those of us who do this will survive and those who do not won't - natural selection.

Anyway, I am going to go back to the farm grab dinner with my extended family and head to Colorado. Stay well and chill the fuck out.

The Mysterious North.

It is a lovely Sunday morning in Cleveland, OH.
It is 66 degrees out side and I am in a little coffee shop right next to these huge live theatre places.
I am playing some guy from London in chess.
I again had poor foresight and I ended up going to a chase bank yesterday after 1pm. Well, I didn't know that Chase banks close on Saturdays at 1. I quickly realized that again I was fucked. I only had 53 dollars and about 150 dollars worth of miles to go to get to my relatives. So I ended up making it to Cleveland last night and finding a nice rest stop and shaking up with Steven's black resonator guitar in the back of my car.

Connecticut was wild. I got to visit Yale and that was baller. It is so fucking inspiring.
They have 6 different "colleges" which are basically dorms and they all have an emblem and certain types of people that live in them. Harry Potter anyone?
Hanging out with Colleen and her parents was hella cool. She, like Evan, is a perfect combo of her parents.
They took me all over Connecticut. Those sweethearts.

I've been really into "Why?" Lately. Their new album Alopecia (2008) is heaven.

Get it.

Where we all end.

Wal-Mart Parking Lots.

I smell like shit, I feel like shit, I probably slept in shit. I am alive baby. I am God knows where in Indiana. I had to stop my progress early last night on account that I had no money and my gas was running out. I wandered through the country as I mistakenly ended up in lower michigan for about an hour and made my way southeast back down into Indiana. I am currently in downtown South Bend at "Higher Grounds" coffee shop (one can only wonder what their spiritual orientation is). I slept in the wal-mart parking lot last night after a kind mexican-american man at wendy's recommended that I could "sleep there with my doors locked and probably not get fucked by the police or the niggers." So, I managed to get a bit of rest.

I kind of started at the the end. Let's make a trek back. Meagan and I left Evan's house yesterday around 2:17 in the afternoon, and then we left his house again after I forgot my car charger. He was absolutely wonderful to us. We all had a right, fucking, good time. 

So, we left Milwaukee around 2:25 pm and we thought we had way enough time to get to the airport. Wrong. Traffic was nuts and I had to pull a few drive-on-the-shoulder moves to get Meagan there in time. We were pushing 6:00 and her flight left at 6:50. We we're like four exits away in super bad traffic and we both had to pee so bad the people over from us could feel it. We had to bail. Fortunately, Target let us use their bathrooms and we got back on the highway and made a dash (at 5mphs) to our airport exit. She made it, and made it home just fine. 

Anyways, I am off to find Connecticut... I know it is there somewhere to the east...

I've been listening to a lot of lectures by Terence Mckenna. 

I hope you enjoy his thoughts on things as much as I do.

To listen to more lectures by McKenna go to your Itunes Store and look up Psychedelic Salon under podcast. There are multitudes of McKenna lectures and other great eccentric philosophers on there as well.

longing...

As I sit at Evan's house in Milwaukee, I am again baffled by a many things. I've been reading a book called Mysticism and the New Physics by Michael Talbot and it is blowing my mind.

I would like to pose a question.

If aleph (an infinite set of numbers) is raised by aleph you end up with an infinite set of curves (2D).

If you raise aleph again by it self you have an infinite set of corkscrews (3D).

What would you have if you raise aleph to the fourth power? 

I finished Lollapalooza with a nice farmers tan. It was wonderful. It was pretty warm on the first day, but the second and third were real nice. We had the wind blowing off from Lake Michigan. 

My favorite shows were:

Explosions in the Sky.

The Kills.

Radiohead. (would've been better if I wasn't a half a mile away)

Girl Talk. (Meagan, Pete, Stephen, Morgan, and Jessica all got male porn cards that let them get on stage and dance... YouTube that shit.)

Amongst my adventures in the "windy city," I ended up loosing my car. I had parked underneath the prudential building and I went through the lobby and out the front doors. When I returned to get a jacket for me, Jessica, and Morgan, the doors to the lobby were locked. As I was pouting on a bench smoking the last of my cigarettes, my key got stuck in between the bench slits and when I stood up it bent in half.

I was pissed. So pissed. So I thought I would console myself by going and sitting with my friends and watching Wilco. I couldn't find them when I got back. 

More pissed.

Finally, a fine black gentleman told me to go and follow where everyone else was going into the parking garage. So, I did. 

I finally got back to my car and bent my key so that it would unlock my car and start it. I then went a bit outside of the city to a rest stopped played guitar for a few hours and fell asleep in my 1996 Honda Accord (red). 

The next day I got up and took a bath in the friendly neighborhood pool (aka. the Motel 6 pool). Went back to Lolla and had a hell of a good last day.

My next adventures take me to the land of Colleen. Connecticut. I leave here on Wednesday after I drop Meagan off at the airport. 

Speaking of which....

well, or not.

I guess that is more or less how things go. 

or should go.

I've also been reading a shit load of Khalil Gibran. 

I would definitely recommend "The Prophet" if you are into beautiful language and mysticism.