penabranca:

‘The Self is More Distant Than Any Star’

© Penabranca

If you’re in LA please join us for the nicest group gathering ever :)

optimisto:

Gaia Sangha Eco Village hosted this discussion of 9 stewards of the Earth from the architect of the Eco Village to the Operations manager at the Sierra Club, a light worker who converses with angels to an athiest teacher at an environmental charter school, with performances by a tribal siren and some information from a raw foods nutritional and cleansing coach - with the intention to teach each other and learn as much as possible about how we relate to the planet, what to expect if we continue the current course, and how to change our behaviors by challenging our pyschological programming.

the first half of this cast is our roundtable discussion - the second half are the supplementals - ranging from the origins of the ecovillage to how angels visited our friend and whether or not believing that bringing people together to talk can actually change anybody’s hearts or whether that is naive to believe.

this is a self-observation operation, a mission if you will - accept it if you can:

stay present - it offers an absolute reprieve from suffering.

clear experiential insight into this moment as is

mindfulness of breath leads to clearly observing the sensations that make up our personal biology

frees our breath from the compounding stress overriding us

give attention to your respiration and your sensations, without arbitration

if your mind wanders off - calmly bring it back, every single time

I know the answer seems way too easy, Good, then turn off your miserable inner critic and start practicing.

practice of not reacting to the distractions of the past and the future, the cravings and aversions that have been controlling our minds since we were children.

comprehensively nourish and give life to your health, strength, compassion, clarity, concentration, awareness, and a thorough understanding of impermanence

release the compelling need to be right

forgiveness is the release of all hope for a better past

forgiveness is for anybody who needs safe passage through our minds

let’s let each other safely pass

let’s own ourselves completely

I’m not suggesting that we integrate more opportunities to see clearly,

I’m saying we have to.

It’s time

We now have access to all of the evidence.

A trajectory of misery at this point, it seems intentional.

the chance to come clean with yourself will be outlawed unless you relax

it takes a long time to make love to somebody who hates themselves.

healing is a wounded word - it identifies with the mind to keep coming back from more, rising from falls it keeps taking in vain just for a reason to stand

another way to say healing is staying present

helplessness is hoping for a miracle

the oxygen masks have dropped

let us not become tragedies

let go - right now

step into this

i am chin up - best foot forward

stick your landings

make love to me like you know that I am better then the worst thing I ever did

go slow, I’m new to this

if my heart really broke every time it fell from love, then I would able to offer you confetti by now

but hearts don’t break y’all - they bruise and get better.

Let it all Go.

let’s let it all go from the get it all go

let go let god let it go

leave it alone - let it pass,

let it be

c’est la vie

what’s done is done

hang up on it

land the plane

don’t get on that train

the bus has already left

this too shall pass

shake it off

cut your losses

bust loose - break free

it’s water under the bridge

what comes around goes around

go around

get over it

get it together

get a grip

get moving

keep moving

move on

move forward

forward march

stop

drop it

squash it

please release

relax

spilled water cannot be poured back

don’t look back

enough is enough

stand down

stay still

be quiet

yield

quit dwelling

forget it

forgive it

right now

as is

nothing is against us

our cravings for annihilation will be laid to rest

with the apocalyptic resentment and the compounding stress

yes said the answer, yes said the breath

our consequences are immediate

so when you breathe you might try freeing both lungs up

I was inspired by this video about religion’s evolutionary advantage - so I sort of adapted it into a white boy hip-hop track. Now, YOU can listen to it, or not! Totally up to you :)

Riding that Beaming Beat.

Poetry - Connected to Here (by zackwolk)

Kubrick // One-Point Perspective

Jason Silva: Optimism is a Self-Amplifying Feedback Loop

Joe Rogan & Duncan Trussell - Floating in Infinity [CC]

jjaacckkssoonn:

“Mechanical(Extended Dance Mix)” by The QUARKS (1981)

never heard of this until last night , it’s been on repeat since .

optimisto:

Yesterday I had the opportunity to interview a hero of mine, Peter Russell. A Dream come true! 

For those of you don’t know Peter Russell - in the early 1980s he wrote a series of books and made some trippy videos to illustrate the possibility that just as atoms complexify they unify - become cels, as cels complexify they unify and become organisms, and now as the most complex form of organism ever observable, and with an unparalleled ability to communicate and unify - we can be bringing conscious awareness to the planet! 

It’s been 30 years since the release of his most popular video (when I was 4), we had some catching up to do! 

optimisto:

Tait Alexander Nailey is my roommate and one of the most intelligent, considerate, caring, and unique people I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. He has psychologically removed all of the boundaries that prevented him from connecting to love. Here we have an impromptu conversation about what types of behavior would be present in an ideal society and we share a respectful debate about the merits of monogamy. 

optimisto:

Tait Alexander Nailey is my roommate and one of the most intelligent, considerate, caring, and unique people I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. He has psychologically removed all of the boundaries that prevented him from connecting to love. Here we have an impromptu conversation about what types of behavior would be present in an ideal society and we share a respectful debate about the merits of monogamy. 

optimisto:

Gaia Sangha Eco Village hosted this discussion of 9 stewards of the Earth from the architect of the Eco Village to the Operations manager at the Sierra Club, a light worker who converses with angels to an athiest teacher at an environmental charter school, with performances by a tribal siren and some information from a raw foods nutritional and cleansing coach - with the intention to teach each other and learn as much as possible about how we relate to the planet, what to expect if we continue the current course, and how to change our behaviors by challenging our pyschological programming.

the first half of this cast is our roundtable discussion - the second half are the supplementals - ranging from the origins of the ecovillage to how angels visited our friend and whether or not believing that bringing people together to talk can actually change anybody’s hearts or whether that is naive to believe.

optimisto:

Yesterday I had the opportunity to interview a hero of mine, Peter Russell. A Dream come true! 

For those of you don’t know Peter Russell - in the early 1980s he wrote a series of books and made some trippy videos to illustrate the possibility that just as atoms complexify they unify - become cels, as cels complexify they unify and become organisms, and now as the most complex form of organism ever observable, and with an unparalleled ability to communicate and unify - we can be bringing conscious awareness to the planet! 

It’s been 30 years since the release of his most popular video (when I was 4), we had some catching up to do! 

Phil O Sophical joins Experiments in Truth to discuss the importance of Gift Circles, and Sacred Economics. Also joining us is Charis Melina Brown, John Gust and @GaliBear !

I have never met anybody who has ever met an Extra Terrestrial, let alone somebody who has a friendship with one! When I invited local healer Charis over for smalltalk I had no idea she was a starseed. Listen now :) 

Daniele Bolelli joins Experiments in Truth to speak about his book On the Warrior’s Path, the power of belief, epistemological anarchy and the Princess, Dragon and Warrior archetypes

Gusto and Optimisto discuss what resacralization voyage for humanity means and how to reach such an ambitious goal. We discussing how a rites of passage ritual is lacking from today’s society and why an understanding of subjective experience is greater than that of an objective, reductionist examination of life in general.

(astrology, shadow realm, astral projection, nazis, personal stories)

hour long conversation I had with Will - who graduated college and with $300 on his persons, travelled up to Alaska from Maine and back down to Southern California where we met-up and had this conversation about an hour ago.

we sat down for an hour and pulled old artifacts out of the woodwork to share concepts poetically with one another

We gathered at our friend’s place to discuss the Divine Matrix, the origins of conciousness (again), Free Will/Determinism, Paper towels, and whether we should live to fit in to a society or pave our own way down this road called life, one way or another.

prior to the good podcast we were warming up with conversations about Earthbag houses, intentional communities, vegan condoms, beastiality, necrophilia and reiki (order flipped)

our previous 2 guests - both educators, gather in our forum to discuss Consciousness, How to break free of the auto-pilot/Hypnotic state we find ourselves in, why society buys into the narrative of the apocalypse, two contrasting insider perspectives from the institution of education. Stories from the classroom and strategies to get students to give a fuck about themselves are shared. I really enjoyed the entire conversation, but once the education conversation begins, we don’t stray - so if you enjoy learning about the process of learning, you’ll enjoy continuing until the end.

I called up KHAN on Skype to discuss Karma, Monogomy, Vampires, diluting and dispelling depression with mental tools, and he invited his wife Mrs. Khan into the conversation - we also spoke on the divine feminine and this forum, podcasts in general Etc - /karmic reprucussions/ why music is/isn’t important to us as people.

award winning educator Diana Seeker stops by to chat. Topics covered : English teachers deconstructing their students with meditation and poetry, 2012 prophecies, a dope #occupy poem , Salvia, trips, technology effects on young adults and a hatred/major shared aversion to babies and children in general.

Experiments in Truth is a conceptual podcast/conversation among friends. Our first foray takes us into Universal natural language, the origins of conciousness (Panpsychism), fully sustainable desert Earthships, and ideas on how to reach/shape the youth. Our hope is that sharing our experiments in truth will help others open up their own, and if we combine our truths then we’ll have more to celebrate and less to fix. .

optimisto:

In the mood for poetry? Here’s a lot of it :)

Sri Aurobindo on the significance that art and culture have for the spiritual evolution of mankind - he believed that a new, deep, and intuitive poetry could be a powerful aid to the change of consciousness and the life required to achieve the spiritual destiny of mankind which he envisioned. Unlike philosophy or psychology, poetry could make the reality of the Spirit living to the imagination and reveal its beauty and delight and captivate the deeper soul of humanity to its acceptance.

going handheld as the sun sets we look around the room and see souls
souls treaded long throughout life
inhaled a lot of dust on the journey
fleeing fear towards a place with a bass kick thick
I’m a lost spirit
a butterfly in the wind
but I’m not alone,
you ever see a flock of starlings dance?
those tiny birds moving in unison as though in trance
returning home to you again we see a true being free
of the injustice in the mind
imprisoned though divine
so in the beginning it has been said was the word
from which all things forth brought through
all ideas dreams inventions and schemes
the longest fraud lasting being that trap of time
seeing in a lot of my poetry this theme of jail and freedom
bars of false starts and progress charts
bring the top down instead of climbing up the ladder
i’ve never cared for success and it’s never cared for me
awesome
i remain a truthful being in my individual liberty
and I think we need order but I’m not sure how we should allow it to be
but Tolstoy says we should not be electing leaders lead us when they cannot represent us fully
and I find it’s helpful to remember the mental bisection is interpreted in different ways by different folks on different days
with different hopes and similar fears and dreams
to isolate a subsection of the mental realm is to violate the right to life in which exists the healthy hell realm we dwell
teenagers are confused and adults deny the truth that every being is changing constantly changing
i look to children who know not of responsibility or survival to show me the authentic way to be judgmental of the world
and that imagination’s ok. it’s the lucidity of the momentum that drives it through
back to a quickly paced and nuanced ruminated ruin
like the beach sand - rubbed down by it’s own condition
it meets the water under which the sandcrabs swim
a bubble of air under the sea where we see the world flipped backwards different from the bubble of air surrounded by filmy water in the air
reflecting back a dance with a rainbow reflection clear
the past relies on the futuree and the future looks back to the past
and we wonder through our blunders why the present will never last us more than this moment jn time
which is brief, it’s a forgotten dream in midst of sleeping demons remembering heaven from past lives
and tortured minds like ours should give pause for mercy
but our tortured minds are thirsty and we drink the blood of the lesser creatures trouncing in mud
until the paradigm shifts, after all it’s twenty twelve,
we can not know of our potential
only the remnants of our shell’s disregarded life.
it crawls to a new home with a new meaning and reason why
new love new discoveries of new truth in new prophecies
and we look beyond the shore to explore the darkness,
the stars illuminate
and the fear turns to astonishment
and we’re shocked to see
heaven manifest in nature manifest in language manifest in you - find it’s home in me to be returned back horizontal through the chain
that is responsible for keeping me alive, here and optimistic
about a society whose heart has gone missing.

we held forum
to discuss matters openly
everybody’s power was the same as they came and gave truth a novel form
from absence to chaos - harm attacks the heart
the living live with guilt
it’s only a consequence of being alive.
Our minds feel crazy sometimes, so everybody thinks they’re crazy or special.
The truth is that we’re all the exact same thing, our egos just reassign itself a special meaning in your…. you perceive it as your heart but it’s really your ego.
my ego M-Y-O-U-R Ego.
Fantasy

This is the story about a young boy who desired to fly.
He daydreamed about it but believed he only annoyed those around that found themselves next to him.
He was the next of kin, his big brother believed in the organized form and structure of things.
As absolute law he functioned as a flawed member of the team.
Our pack went back to retrieve the love we’d leave behind
if flawed by design then your path’s realigned until you can find out how
we allowed it to fall so far behind.
be kind, rewind and learn a thing or two
society which means companion in Latin
is not a system, it’s just a concept - a description. A plural noun.
That’s got it’s thoughts rearranged somehow- having a meta-cognitive conversation with himself and herself
considering constant patience a hinderance to the future we all want now.
we sabotage each other in hopes to get ahead
the race we all run is a gun to our heads
I don’t mean to frighten anyone. I mean you no harm.
I yearn for Love and Forgiveness above a Religious high-privilege acceptance of opinion
A man with no judgement was the last thing I saw before I entered this physical world
and it’s physical walls i didn’t get them at all

but
now i guess i do.
they were built to keep each other out
because some people don’t want us to experience our ultimate potential. together
And what is that?
I don’t know.
I can’t see it.
I want to help but I’ve never known how.
I’m sorry.

The generation of ideas to clear impurities caused by past insecurity
Eases the mind to rest beside a place to find to rest in
Under a spell
I felt the wonderment of a child well,
Forgotten measures of mistakes placed together,
Sloshed in the mouth spat out to let trapped visions pierce through dark cloudy prisons
Interested in the places you’ve been the times that you’ve sinned and the win
I seek the kiss of a girl who twists my world to a place I can’t resist
Temptation and pleasure to peel back the skins of unnecessary defenses
To love the person you feel closest to
Is to be a part of the moment that consumes you whole
Leap into an unknown scary idea
One that is only as real as you allow it to be
The greatest reward might only be won after the greatest risk to feel the prize
We prance around during the night telling lies for no one knows the truth
And it’s not for us to know.
Those that assume they do are consumed by the agony of the lack of control
It’s a stolen and broken return, a gained misfortune for the world of ours to trade
For a shield and a shirt that proclaims one can ever be sure, and that it’s that news that assures them of the way the world is, but it is only that way for one,
Because although it is debated it is my belief that we only relate to each other through similar means to explore.
All else in store for individual beings is subjective and remains to be seen if anything is exactly the same,
This game for you is to be played as uniquely as the shape of your face
It’s glory really, if you see it as such
That the stress in the life that you lead need not mean so much if you let yourself lose touch and regain connection with the rest of creation.
It’s a story as old as the origin of the glow in the unknown
You must throw yourself into the mindset that it’s okay not to be the source of your own misery
It’s difficult because it’s all you’ve come to know. once you acknowledge the path that you take to the top of the world is fake, you can exist in the now and allow this place in space to be yours to grace the mind of a blind adult with an eager child inside waiting to see the love again begin.

Awareness prepares us for the unknown, thus the process of being aware is alone in showing the things that cannot be seen, when we free up the mind from the struggle and the suffer, when we allow our contentious heads to step aside and learn from sleeping pride we find in this place a chance and a trace at new thoughts to us being discussed with those whom all of our opinions are new to too.

Searching through my brain I flew to a higher plane in vein for what I need is here but my conscious needs my vessel to travel to understand that it needs to be clear to know, telling myself that my persons a show is just a way for me to hold on to the notion that I am more important than the ego I wish to part with where my rational self knows it doesn’t have a place in improving the race, I struggle with my transcending ideals as I pick through the food in the diet of my limited meals and I ask my self to appeal for strength that the greatest lessons learn only come from the worst mistakes overturned… so I make one now, and my life is one now and mind is my life and the prime of it’s knowing itself aware of not how it came to be or where it’s traveling but simply that it is and is being that, identity, thinking that we’re us and you are separate but in the grand scheme of things we all began together and we will all end together, and in the between we cross paths and match and mismatch, and we are all unique, there has never been another face exactly like yours, variation is a tool we use to bring unique knowledge to the pool to swim through and experience in the end.

I fear
It’s right
Electricity travels through me late at night
I steer my thoughts clear from fright toward the guiding light that helps me see
I share my sight with the blind knowing that they are the only ones to help themselves know as I, so I grant them no opinion, I simply share the feeling that passes through me that helps me clear the hurdles that stand in the way of me truly being free

Whatever that means
My life is worth beans, because how can we measure the treasure of each other’s pleasure.
I contain contagious glee for the happiness inside of me needs to be realized new by all the yous I’ve yet to have met, I do the deed I do in hopes that you will share the feelings with me to help me understand you and your unique way of perceiving things.

and the prophet said time is a hell of a crime
focus on the intention instead of prime directive
blind justice like a bat, man all the facts are fake
can we spin the truth back to a balance act or can the tax man
truly do the work of angels turn the energy to love
make the hardened people saints and replace extremism with a hug
we vote for the people that we think are good leaders
so we judge and we fight and we bicker and get sicker
defending our judgement we reach out to gain support
but the people are fixed on the sport within the sport
as the athletes get hurt the fans holler for more
the injury is not sacred - many bones left to break
if the champ lets us know that he’s sore it’s a mistake
weakness is a burden that we just don’t allow
make the jockeys bet on those that wear their poker faces well
here we go gun is shot in the air like a bomb
as our hearts race quicker iraq was like vietnam
but the people have their streams and their porn
who needs dreams?
who needs to know about the suffering when Leno’s on the screen
there’s no meaning behind the meaning
the blind lead the puppets as the puppets pull our strings
the sky is still blue and the stars are still white
and when the night turns into day then everything gets bright
we throw our kids into the schools so they learn all the rules
and come out not knowing how they turned into mules
they do the same shit like the insane always do
as long as food is on sale who needs a holy grail
just keep the motion pictures running and the people filming fucking
and we’ll be fine remaining blind imagining our kids are kites
flying freely in the sky so we can watch our watches
ticking….
ticking….
ticking….
bye.

if the organized orchestrated confines of my mind are designed
and pre-pared with each decision defined by terms and conditions
I never agreed to consciously then how might I be a being of free
will? I step back from the ledge of insanity and see humanity from
an outsiders perspective, freelease my ego and allow it to breathe
the ants on the sidewalk are programmed to gossip and deconstruct
some are outlined with chalk so we may know where not to go and how
not to grow because
get too big for our britches
and the bitches that make big decisions
will dissect us and with their incisions
they will insist to enlist us in prisons
of fear, shackles, collars, and livings
proxy to those that are known only as fictions
written by ghosts
so let’s give a toast
to the knowledge of most
that we live on the coast so it’s familiar to boast
but someday we’ll surely be swallowed by the shore
we enter the water to heal the wounds and absorb the cures
but our pores are blocked by government
power hungry brokers are loving it
im sorry
power hungry fuckers are lovers of the stage
broking away the beach as we lay as the waves break
over the current conditions we live in

I want a future that’s filled with community
but when I enter the world I hear horns and profanity
and I mean truly profane
not specific certain words or sayings
plain hatred and blame of each other for lack of gain
so it makes me jaded too - because who can desire
to belong to a community of fools
and that very defense mechanism makes me a fool too

so I swim in the pool that is swimming with jewels
that are embedded in shit
like the media’s exalation
like Facebook is a gift
and twitter defines this generation’s tradition of myth

if a lie is told long enough then it becomes truth
we should wake the fuck up and demand signs of proof
but the fucks are us as we only trust in disgust
the greatest treasure of all lost is the time became dust

Night on the moon (via QuestAuthor)

we’re floating freely through cliches
we judge a person by their previous praise
and their reputation
ways to understand a person’s goal a person’s plan

through the glands of mine I found a heart
and she caught me to be simply unique and lovely
since that moment
never pulled apart
connection is the art

we smile as we pass
each other
moment to moment by moment

we move for we know not else what to do

the process by which we measure signs is illiterate

What we should do is what we are doing, growing, sharing, learning.

gifts to give from one to another out of the care and caress of skin ensexed with primal desire
and kindness

look at us - the royal we

we perceive ourselves to be better than each other
that is part of that same royal we

we play petty games for we know petty ways

we could help each other
but we’re too afraid of discomfort to risk it
your soul is a dog and all it wants is it’s biscuit

hopeful remarks as the mind defines thought
eliminate the need and tear it apart
this is an art and that is an art and the scent of my fart is some other chef’s art
and I just don’t feel smart and I want to seem smart
to trick all the losers who care less for the heart
I don’t need a reason, there’s no reasons at all
I followed the madness as it lurked down the hall
turned all the corners - I followed her there
awareness of ego collapsed the mind’s eye
to bare witness and force admission
of my own participation is false prisons
reharness the power that was given at conception
keep teaching yourself the lessons against repression and tension
and swallow my message

the key to be free is the need to believe
in a powerful being that you need to set free
recycling knowledge and energy forces
the mind to realize the lack of need for importance to justify losses
losses persist and the things that we miss are anchors
that bind memories too concentrated to exist
they block up our passageways
clog up our gifts

my desire is to fly forward and then hop on a drift
the creature within is disordered but is no-where near sick

modern science’s wish is perfect health for the rich
and I am rich in my heart

so I place a proverbial shotgun to my brain and explode the whole world apart

these cradles created like artificial wombs with disarmed alarms
rock us to sleep as the empire keeps on doing it’s thing
and ignorance is rule of law in order to forget the flaws of all of ours

it’s something I’m fine with
not concerned with the past
the past is an irrational gap between the people we were and the moments that are
now
i thank you for your attention and your time
you do not owe it to me as a fine or a fee
you just give it freely so I hope I made it worth it
I hope this was worth it,
we hope we are worth it
that’s why our mother’s birthed us

I can stand and deny the truth
or I can face it and deal - weigh the options, repeal the clauses and through the process of elimination
refocus the cause of my intention

feel the effect of our claims

i don’t know what my aims are but I try to keep the space warm
and if we had something worth saying besides these agnostic accusations
I wouldn’t need to be putting up a fight with my writing to realize what is right.

we need to move forward and progress but it’s unhelpful when stress and disharmony enter the area
and dilute your purpose with the regression of unsettled business

poetry to me is therapy for us to understand ourselves more clearly
fuck all theories
fuck the need for proof
I am here and you are here so god is real and you know the truth for you
see it through and open your heart, exit the ego and enter the dark

Process Progress

Chronilogical

best friend Brian’s musical and video projects website.

best friend Matt’s buddhist centric website

because it’s the right thing to do

a teacher of mine

comiedic geniuses

my friend and former boss, the genius Tom Green

my favorite band/group

my favorite poet.

Jackson from Grand Buffet

Edan the humble magnificent - my favorite lyricist and rapper pound for pound

My fiance’s slightly temporarily defunt vegan food’s page.

the web page of my best friend Brian, musician and video crafter extraordinaire