“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…” -Timothy Leary
Seeking an old soul willing to give up their name, status, and identity as a living human being. Seeking a soul to lose myself with, swim in the raging waters on the edges of human consciousness, think Richard Alpert (Ram Dass) and Timothy Leary in the early sixties. Seeking a soul who desires to know what constitutes human consciousness and how far it can be pushed, think Magellan in the 1600’s, we are looking for the new world, we are setting out to find a new continent, previously undiscovered, though I can’t guarantee we’ll make it back alive. The me of yesterday is already dead, I’m not going to go beating a dead horse now am I? He’s dead and buried, I’m focused on dying and being reborn again eternally.
Are there souls out there that can’t be bought off by money or by status or who haven”t been shackled by the chains of this inhumane society that will torture you until your death certificate reads, “Death by monotony and certitude,- Sally suffocated inside a cell that she consented to be built around her, the walls consisted of the brainwashing and propaganda off the New York Times , CNN, NBC. Her hardworking lawyer parents that made her go to law school, and she was driven by the hard whiplashes of the envying stares of the girls at school who cake on make-up because they want boys to drool over them.” What are you trying to “make up” for by wearing make-up?
“ok, the psilocybin mushroom smoothie is ready. Just……..leave any conceptions of “Dan” you have, at the door, your not “Dan” as much as you are love and multidimensional rippling orgasms pulsing through the fabric of this synthetic construct we call space and time. OK, down the hatch! Just Surrender, always surrender, and I think you will see “ego is mental construct.” It will seem like dying but it’s just that boundaries are dissolving and you are seeing you are one with everything. It will be terrifying at first, but the most liberating experience you will ever have, it will awaken the warrior spirit in you that knows you are eternal, and death is a beautiful transition to a new world.”
Can we go out and live off the land, walk across the United States, clothes tattered, scraping by, to glimpse what the bare essentials of emotion and living are? How can we show the world that money is truly meaningless, can I be the sacrificial lamb for the new, anti-money movement? What if we create a new currency called cooperation, called kindness? Love is the only currency there ever was and ever will be. Can an economy, a government tell us otherwise?
I’m ready to blast off. I want to be free, I want to fly west with my avian brothers and sisters, we just want to be free! You don’t want 5 million dollars, you want freedom from attachment! Free to be, away from the oppressive, sex-crazed, pedophiles, despots and murderers of American government. I’m not sure I can name even two people I know that aren’t chained to some ideology, who haven’t replaced their authentic self with an electric generator that is powered by a group-think based conception or consensus definition of “success.”
What makes your soul sing? I want to know what that is, not what makes you feel “validated” or “appreciated” in the world. What about your heart? What about your own soul, doesn’t that deserve to validated, even if it’s fullest expression will make people think you’re “weird” or “crazy”? Sing your soul song or get the fuck out of my face. I’m charting previously undiscovered realms of the human soul and mind over here, you comin’ or not?