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.