Single Vision, Plural Reality

👆💖👇


earth
a paradise,
all borders fantasy

no one alone,
all of us family

think for yourself,
question authority

keen up and delve,
act with humanity

live and let live,
sharing in empathy

single vision,
plural reality

☉


music:  Atlantis - Paradise
(Apollo Records - 93)

inspiration: Dr. TFL

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2024, CC BY-NC-ND 4.0


☉

Happy Maybe Day!

👆🌀👇

Maybe Day '24: 6024 AL, July 23 - 3190 YOLD, Confusion 58 - 5784 AM, Tamuz 17 - 1403 SH, Mordad 2 - 1446 AH, Muharram 16 - 1946 AS, Sravana 1 - Fire Lord, 13.0.10.13.7, 14 Xul, 10 Chuwen (Monkey)

 

July 23 - Maybe Day 2024

happy maybe day!
excommunicate you lot
- we must shtick apart

Greetings Fellow Discordian Excommunicates, Erisian Ecstatics, H.E.A.D. Heads and other Marvellous Maybeings!

Party:cipating with Maybe Day '23 synced in perfectly with my cosmic agenda. However, this year, a plentiful of Summer buzzings impel me to keep it fnord short and sweet, with a quote and a clip .. well, "clip" ... the whole Maybe Logic documentary, rather:

And for those visitors, unfamiliar with Maybe Day: visit maybeday.net, rawilson.com, or click here to catch a glimpse of what today's festivities may or not have in store, and do not forget to click any other fnord link you may find on your path. RAW's incorrigibly optimistic quote, posted above, will become elaborated later on ..

... maybe.


From Maera and Me,
with Love and Lasagna,

Happy Birthday Monica!
#VoteLewinsky

.: spectacles genitals brandy blunts :.


all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2024, CC BY-NC-ND 4.0


all  rights  reserved  -  all  lefts  reversed

Enter The Outer / Body

👆 ⚪ 👇


Enter The Outer Body

☉

“Where does my body stop and where does yours begin?” 

— Mary S. Applegate, Liquid Air (Air Liquide, 1992) 🔗



Concept ⇌ Sensation


For centuries, the Cartesian dualism - the concept of separation between mind & body, self & other - has dominated occidental models of reality. This dichotomy differs diametrically from the theory of nondualism, which implies oneness, unity of all in existence. As another concept, however, oneness sounds merely intriguing, until we experience it directly. 



According to Schopenhauer, our sense of separateness simply exists as a result of our will to objectify, an illusory effect of our perception of time, and space. It may take an ordeal, a shock, a sacrifice to cause a breakthrough of the metaphysical realisation, that self & other indeed exist as one. Our true reality lies in the ineffable connection within all of existence. 
 


The oriental model, encompassing this sensation, is called yoga, which translates as union or unifying — a dynamic process, not a static state. Advanced practising of asana - postures, poses - and deep meditation, leads to a transcendental state of awareness, named samadhi - blissful, direct experience of oneness. 

  

More than anything, Art can do this ..



In “the zone”, artists, dancers, painters meditate, following their bliss. When we feel aroused by a piece of art, music, poetry, we transcend our state of individual perceiving, expanding the physical boundaries, and move into a mutual realm of becoming — the outer body.

   

… and of all forms of Art



Music does this more than anything else, especially when we dance. Imagine a large crowd, dancing at a festival — one of our most familiar forms of coll-active meditation: rhythmic movement to a common pulse, synchronizing all postures, creating a shared state of oneness, a direct experience of the outer body.

Through art, music, dancing, we can transmit and receive this sensation. By direct experience, it propels us beyond the illusive barrier of the skin, as we extend spontaneously into the medium that embraces us. We move out of our steady state, into ecstatic trance, euphoria, rapture. As such, we expand into the outer body, the physique of life at large. 



Entering the outer body, we feel alive — quite possibly the sensation, which we continue to chase, and crave. Like a luminous shadow, it stalks us wherever we may go, waiting to tap us on both shoulders by surprise, engulfing us with goosebumps, lifting us from our ground of being, headfirst beyond our apparent borders, boundless into bliss. 


Enter the Outer/Body


⚫


writ: Satyr Barbarossa *
(cc) 2024 cc by-nc-nd 4.0



* Recently, I wrote this as my actual entry, responding to the open call to participate in the 2024 edition of FIBER Festival in Amsterdam - feeling grateful and happy to add: I made the selection!

War No More - Rehash Zero: A Peace of the Pi

[ listen to the full speech here and there ]
AO+2024.3.14 - War No More - Rehash #0: A Peace of the Pi

The Fourteenth of April - 3.14 or rather Pi Day: Celebrating gladly and quite nerdishly so, and commemorating the birthday of Einstein - yes - today seems like a perfect day to commence the rehashing of previously blogged material published under the title of War No More.
Happily sharing a slice with Larry^[1], whilst cheering one of Albert's less-scientific quotes, one concerning his sturdy stance on the topic of Peace:

"I am not only a pacifist, but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace. Nothing will end war, unless the people themselves refuse to go to war." - Albert Einstein, January 1931^[2]

Refuse to go to war.
Nothing special, really
- merely sharing the sentiment.

In 1952, Albert Einstein received an offer to become the second president of Israel, yet respectfully declined the proposition ^[3], stating he liked to study the physical world, but had "neither the natural ability nor the experience to deal with human beings."^[4]

When reading these and other expressions spawned by his eloquence, one may only hope today's politicians would dare to share at least a shard of such an open-minded and open-hearted attitude toward setting aside any apparent differences, embracing all similarities and achieving peace between neighbors - all neighbors, near and far, in our global village, our shared little shore under the Sun.

Browse through some more of his poems, quotes, thoughts and words, compiled by Michael Burch, at: www.thehypertexts.com/Einstein_Quotes

 

Peace to all
who may read these words,
peace to all those who may not.

Peace to all neighbors, near and far,
including those whom I forgot.

Now, .. who wants some Pi ... !?


- sources & references

^[1] Any way you slice it, pi's transcendental
www.sfgate.com/Any-way-you-slice-it

^[2] As elaborated in part 1 of War No More (2014):
satyrsatellites.blogspot.com/war-no-more

^[3] Israel: Einstein Declines (1952)
time.com/article/0,9171,817454,00

^[4] Political Views of Albert Einstein:
en.wikipedia.org/Political_views_of_Albert_Einstein

[&] time.com/4228178/albert-einstein-birthday
[&] en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Einstein#Personal_life
[&] en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein_and_politics

☉

War No More

One of our favorite pastimes.
One of our futile pastimes.
All war equals Us vs Us.

More War No More to follow
for as long as we choose
to divide, oppose and prod
one and other like cattle

☮

.: peace or perish :.

writ: satyr barbarossa
(cc) 2014-2024 cc by-nc-nd 4.0

Open Your Eyes!

 Go to the meadows,
 go to the garden,
 go to the woods.

 Open your eyes!

👁

Dr. Albert Hofmann
(11 January 1906 - 29 April 2008)

Autumn Leaves

☉

𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ‘𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠
𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝘩 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠

🌐

music: Coldcut - Autumn Leaves
(The Irresistible Force Full Chill mix)

☾

wishing all
a lovely fall
and to all doing
that southern thing
wishing you
a lovely spring

º

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa (cc) 2023

Hikarudoka - Practicing The Shining Way

º

hikarudoka
practicing the shining way
embracing shadow

º

Wa Wu We
Within Light and Shadows
Hypnus Records (2020)

º

hikaru - to shine, shining
hikarudo - the shining way
-doka - practicing of the way

º

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa (cc) 2023

Wie Sonntagsmorgenruhe

º

seltsam heimelig
wie sonntagsmorgenruhe
klangvolle stille

º

strangely homely
like sunday morning stillness
sonorous silence

º

Resistance D
Sonntagsmorgenruhe
(Harthouse Records - 1994)

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa (cc) 2023

. . Lieve Rudolph . . .

º

zonnebark naar noen
behouden vaart, kapitein
roerloos rest de reis

º

in memoriam
Rudolph Stokvis

88 @ 8/8

burgemeester
ballonvaarder

kosmisch mensch
luchtbuschauffeur

∞

www.ruigoord.nl

portret: Van der Vegt
woorden: Satyr Barbarossa

23.808 - 808 Day 2023

23.808 🟥🟧🟨⬜️
The Roland TR-808
Rhythm Composer

From the day of its birth, at the very cusp of the Eighties, a drum machine named Roland TR "Transistor Rhythm" 808, sent shockwaves throughout the Universe, echoing beyond the furthest edge of the future. Undulating from the underground, the TR-808 managed to revolutionize the way we produce music, advancing to affect our behavior by changing how we dance and dress up to get down, thereby shaking and shaping the surface of Earth.

In fact, it appears more than safe to say, that without this device our divine dance around the Sun wouldn't just look or sound different, it would exist as an alogether different world, today. Of course, with any little piece of history missing from our common past, the world would become different just as much -maybe more or less so- but that seems to move off-sync the groove.

This particularly funky contraption, and a number of other little boxes made by Roland - one of the most celebrated Japanese music machine manufacturers - helped shape the human world over the past forty-three years, more than other little boxes have. Well .. they did shape mine ... and I do like to consider myself a human, every now and when - ergo: cheers to an all-time favorite drum machine, the Roland TR-808!

Have a ❤️🧡💛🤍 #808day!

8 O 8

.: rolling with roland :.

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa (cc) 2023,
all rights reserved, all lefts reversed - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

Maybe Day 23 - #OMD

Maybe Day 23: 6023 AL, July 23 - 3189 YOLD, Confusion 58 - 5783 AM, Av 5 - 1402 SH, Mordad 1 - 1445 AH, Muharram 5 - 1945 AS, Sravana 1 - Underworld Lord, 13.0.10.13.7, 14 Xul, 9 Cimi (World Bridger)

AO+2023.07.23 - A Barking Sunday Afternoon

Greenthings Fellow Maybeings - kin, kit and kaboodle of the A∴ B∴ Cadre of D∴ Excommunicates! May the probaballistic processing of doubly-slit wavicles interacting between luscious layers of rectangular pasta sheets dawn on us all, as we unite in rejoice, bathing and blithely so, in the light of Sirius rising! Let your Golden Apples rrolll!

On this very day, the 23rd of July, a quint of decades ago, Cosmic Scripture teaches us true disbelievers, Pope Bob XXIII achieved contact with an extraterrestrial entity from the Dog Star, “or,” in his own words, “started hallucinating like mad,” overheard his brain's right hemisphere conversing with the left, channeled an ancient Chinese philosopher, channeled a medieval Irish bard, or simply enjoyed a surprise visit from the Púca. Whether or not any, all or none of the above may indeed have happened the way Bob conveyed throughout the years, let us take the canine manifestation down to Earth to uncover what may have sprouted from the Dog Star Seed, planted in the fertile and well-myceliated topsoil of my cerebral backyard.

Shall we?
Then follow me.

After excommunicating me, during a zap-by bump-in hang-out on the Astral Plane, Pope Bob gifted me Maera, an adorable Sirian pedigree with a luminous leash, and told me to “Take this pup for a walk!” Feeling more like a cat-person, but not at all too dogmatic about it, I decided to stay the catmatic course and awaken the dog-person in me. And so, Bob and I parted (amicably!) and I started my (calamity-free!) descension to the sparkling shores of Assiah, with a yet undomesticated interstellar pooch.

Ever since that faithless time, I adapted a new expression to proclaim my absolute astonishment at the sight of Maera's luminescent excrements, and to compensate for the ineffable nature of the accompanying olfactory sensations (no, not necessarily pungent, just .. well ... weird). So yes, a dear new cheer, I have consequently grown accustomed to appreciate as a lighthearted counterweight to a presumably well-known, frequently heard because overly used exclamation; a phrase, expressing both shock and awe, to serve as an outcry with a cosmic wink, uttered without offending any of our religious brothers and sisters*, to curse without treading the toes of the feet attached to the leg extended by the physical shell that carries the light that shines frrom withinnn ...

Oh My Dog!

Universally applicable - talks the dog, walks the dog - an ideal steal, feel free to use it, as lots already have and others most likely will - maybe.

* As for our aforementioned religious relatives - yes indeed, the whole Sun-hugging lot, as such witting or not, whether semi-spiritual, quasi-catmatic, fun-loving fundamentalist, poly-atheistic, syncretomimetic or plain old traditionally dogmatic: when even the easily offended seem to get the joke, perhaps also the most brittle amongst snowflakes may chuckle - then again, who knows.

Yet in case of dealing with certain caninophilous entities, the ostensibly ubiquitous, high second-circuit-sensitivity type, we may always choose to clean up our language - a bit - by initialating said phrase as OMD!  Or, when posting on social media, we may add one of the all too familiar symbols of the epoch, in this case, completing as such: #OMD

Divertively, the latter acronymic device stands for Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, the British synthpop band. Their seminal 1980 anti-war song Enola Gay, refers to the winged superfortress which carried and dropped the first of the only two atomic bombs ever used in recorded history of domesticated primate warfare, on the 6ixth of August, 1945.

Summarizing that fateful day: a gun-type nuclear fission device, baptized Little Boy, containing 64 kilos of 89% enriched Uranium-235, attained critical mass whilst in free-fall. This produced a little less than 800 grams of fissile material, of which, ultimately, less than one gram transmuted into approximately 63 terajoule of energy, according to the world-famous mass-energy-equivalence equation E = mc², an amount equaling a yield of 15 kilotons of TNT. Detonating 580 meters above the ground, this little bomb transformed into a monstrous fireball, effectively flattening the city of Hiroshima, killing a multitude of civilians and wrapping Earth in one of, if not the darkest man-made shadows to date.

Siddharta sighed, and Albert wept.

Every phenomenon arising in the shadow of Nuit, abides by the principle of interdependent causation. And so, parallel to the production of said weapon of mass destruction (WOMD), a new work of marvellous beauty (WOMB) came into existence - not merely in accord with synchronicity, but as serendipity by itself: in Basel, Switzerland, in 1943, Dr Albert Hofmann gave birth to LSD, the spiritual antidote to the atom bomb.

The chronicles of Hofmann's wunderkind come to pass under different headlines. Rest assured, LSD did cross reality tunnels with RAW and quite plentifully so. On June 6, 1973, thirty years after its birth, it would assist him during the invoking of the Holy Guardian Angel - a ritual he performed with great success and a broad and blissful array of lasting results; the same ritual he repeated, six weeks later, the night before (eldritch organ, ominous chords) July 23.

As stated in at least two of his books, he did so "without drugs", but this time the outcome would prove less generic and more specific: making contact, leading all the way to Sirius and back, leaving traces all over the galactic freeway and flashbacks lasting happily ever after. Whether or not RAW did sample from the toolkit of psychoactivity, seems insignificant compared to the outrageously contagious, creative effect he caused by rippling the spacetime continuum, as he pulled the cosmic trigger.

Woof. (Yeah.)

And, as for throwing our beloved domesticated fur-legged fnord family members anything but a trivial bone: I laud them for settling most of their territorial squabbling the old-fashioned way, meaning by means of exquisite bladder control and dropping less-atomic bombs here and there - doing so, mostly before opting in favor of other obvious second circuit tactics, like growling and barking while standing on their hind legs.

Yielding, finally, to my own two barking dogs, completing this winding turn on the inward spiralling staircase towards Maybe Day ’23,
with my final step, I unleash Maera and rise to toast:

Dearly beloved Momes and Popes


raise those brandies,
light them blunts,
launch your lasagna!


Happy Birthday Monica!

#VoteLewinsky


⊙

onlinear resources
Maybe Logic, documentary about RAW: [ link ]
Thinking Allowed with Jeremy Mishlove: [ link ]
RAW at DisInfo.Con 2000 - vverrry loud: [ link ]
maybeday.net ✴︎ homebase for today's festivities

offlinear resources
the Cosmic Trigger trilogy & The Starseed Signals
- issued by publishing house Hilaritas Press [ link ]

.. and of course,
the best place to start
in chaos to create order ...

www.rawilson.com

(Of course.)

.: spectacles genitals brandy blunts :.


all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2023, CC BY-NC-ND 4.0


all  rights  reserved  -  all  lefts  reversed

April 19 - Bicycle Day Turns 75

AO +2018, April 19 ☉ The 75th Anniversary Of Bicycle Day

AO +1943, April 16 - Sunrise Over Serendipity Day

Whilst quite a large part of the World tore its Self into smaller pieces to draw new lines on the map -once again, for the sake of power, by the rule of greed- a fungus of certain infamy, felt the shunning of her offspring had lasted long enough after its birth in 1938. Therefore, she sent her child back to Sandoz Laboratories in Basel, Switzerland, to communicate with the doctor responsible for its delivery, five years earlier, when and where her baby first saw light on Earth.

Their initial contact, then and there in the lab, left the doctor feeling confused to such a degree, that he could not focus on or continue with his work. He returned to his home and, after regaining a relaxed state of mind, became moderately hypnotized by the visual aspects of the lingering transmission, which mesmerized him for a couple of hours.

When his ego resumed consciousness control behind the dashboard of his mental processing unit, the doctor, who actually had a professional foreground in chemical sciences, thought he had actually enjoyed quite a pleasant experience, due to an unsolicited intoxication. In fact, at that time he gathered he had maintained a less-than-perfect level of sterility procedures at the lab; that he must have unwittingly ingested a minute amount of the substance he had felt to reinvestigate that day. It would take quite a while before both sides of the nondual nature of their first contact would dawn on him. Until that time, it would appear to him a serendipitous event had occurred.

From the human perspective of a materialistic individual, this particular substance, the offspring of said infamous fungus, would soon become a renowned tool -the most powerful of its kind to date- to explore the inner realms of the Terran psyche. Some of us consider it a spiritual antiseptic, whereas others may even refer to it as an evolutionary counterweight to maintain the dynamic balance of Nature during the creation of a device of destruction, conceived in the same era, on the warfaring side of the globe. ... Such peculiar ways the Universe finds to equilibrate its Self.

In this historical play, Albert Hofmann performs the role of the doctor; Claviceps Purpurea, also known as Mother of Rye or Mutterkorn, plays the part of the zealous fungus. Their "Sorgenkind" bears the name LSD.

AO +1943, April 19 - A Cautious Pinch Of Psychedelic

Not quite content with the result of their first encounter, as her child had obviously not spoken loud and clear enough to become fully and unequivocally understood by the doctor and therefore did not receive the essential attention it deserved, Mother of Rye arranged for a second meeting, three days later.

The whispering echo of her voice presented Dr Hofmann with the deliberated decision to self-prescribe the first dose of LSD, in order to enable the two to make closer acquaintance. Easily convinced by the vivid memory of his recent pleasance, the scientist reasoned that by consciously repeating the experiment, it should become establissed with certainty whether or not the serendipitous encounter between his research chemical and his self had indeed happened accidental.

The self-administered "cautious dose" -250 micrograms, in retrofact- proved not as small as Hofmann had expected. Not quite, not by far. Little did he foresee about the friendly onslaught of chaos at his very fingertips, screaming in eager silence. Yet as soon as he felt inebriated by the initial effects, he laid down his work and asked his assistant to accompany him on his bike ride home, as it seemed unsafe to him to head out on the road by himself.

Moments later, looking over his shoulder whilst biking, he could see Mother of Rye, fading into the distance, waving with a wide smile and a satisfied sigh, as she knew she had accomplished her Great Work. Finally her child made its way into the wide, wild World.

The trip that followed wrote history and its effects resonate throughout spacetime, far beyond here and now. This date, April 19, has become known around the globe as Bicycle Day - the annual cerebralation* of Dr Hofmann's serendipitous discovery and the quintessential bike ride.

🚲 Trring Trrring!

* cerebralation (n), from cerebralate (v):
a personal:eye:zed portmanteau
of cerebral and celebrate


all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2014 - 2018 / CCBYNCND4.0


As always and (un)usual, between Now, Never and Forever:
click any highlighted text for additional, linked content.

- a short essay on the Psychedelic Renaissance:
How About A Positive LSD Story?

- essential reading:
LSD - My Problem Child (Hofmann)
available online at MAPS (english)
Erowid (english / german / russian)
and the Psychedelic Library

- more relsdated literature:
Erowid / Psychedelic Library

- essential viewing, see below:
Hofmann's Potion (Littlefield)
The Substance (Witz)








∞

.: from sorgenkind to wunderkind :.

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2014 - 2018 / CCBYNCND4.0

April 16 - Serendipity Day's 75th Anniversary

April 16 - Serendipity Day's 75th Anniversary
- Bicycle Week 2018 - April 16 through 19 -

In the year 1943, when humanity reached a deep trough in the waves of spacetime, Swiss chemist Dr Albert Hofmann, guided by a luminous beacon, made a serendipitous discovery. Unaware at first, he provided a way out of the narrowing tunnel and up towards new heights of crest upon crest. During the seven decades that followed, his discovery encountered quite a number of ups and downs, quite naturally so, when surfing said waves proper:

on the one hemisphere, helping psychiatrists and psychologists alike to gain understanding of the state of mind of patients in particular and of humanity in general, catalyzing underground movements during the Fifties, exploding into the cultural revolution during the Sixties, aiding countless artists, designers, musicians, philosophers, scientists and writers to find new, creative ways of expressing their craft of choice;
on the other hemisphere, giving intelligence agencies hope of a new truth serum or an incapacitating agent, involving extensive testing on privates and other fellow primates, distressing conservative captains of industry and the establishment's echelons around the globe for enhancing chaos and breaking the shackles that bind us to the hallucinatory old world hierarchical structure of society;
eventually becoming banned in the USA in 1966 and the rest of the world soon after, returning underground during the Seventies and making a glorious recurrence by the end of the Eighties, meandering its way through the Nineties and returning smack-dab center stage during the second half of the second decade of the 21st Century AO ...

Yes.

In 1943 Albert Hofmann discovered

LSD

judged by some (mostly those who have never tried it) as one of the most dangerous substances known to man, whereas some saw and some others still see it as “a spiritual antidote to the atom bomb”, a device developed nearly simultaneously, deep down in that trough, during the 1940s.

Considering all ups and downs, Hofmann initially gave his discovery the nickname Sorgenkind, or "Problem Child", but eventually came full circle to recognize the Wunderkind he fathered.


- image sampled from lsd75.ch -
Now, as we cerebralate the 75th anniversary of its discovery, whilst fear-mongering headlines seem to prefer to relapse to instilling fear - fear for one another, fear for another world war - yet humanity clearly surfs the rising crest of the Psychedelic Renaissance, the antidote continues to gain momentum and potential. Observing the latter development and this year's Bicycle Day festivities, two main events top the charts of this week's agenda:

lsd75.ch - in Basel, the birthplace of LSD
maps.org/lsd75 - in California, home of MAPS

Other than that: check your local event schedule,
saddle up, hop on & bike along around the globe!

🚲
For a lack of proper footnotes with a list of sources and resources, click any highlighted text for more details, and follow the following links to previously posted lysergically charged verballistics, titled:
- April 16 - Ludic Serendipity Day (part 1 of a short essay)
- April 19 - Bicycle Day (part 2 of a short essay on the birth of LSD)
- How About A Positive LSD Story? (a less-short essay covering certain scientific topics concerning the so-called Psychedelic Renaissance)


∞

.: tring tring :.

apart from the quoted:
all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2018 CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

Ho Ho! Lo, Below! - Christmas' Shamanic Roots

ho ho! lo, below!
agaric paws, yellow snow
white dots deep red glow

☉

☉
Shamanic origins of modern traits become more clear than ever as we trace coinciding trails of mushrooms and humans throughout more and less recent times of our common past.

Apart from understanding how the crossing paths of mushrooms and humans may increasingly likely have spawned religions and traditions, giving rise to mystical tales of mythical figures left and right, research the Opisthokonta eukaryotic sub-domain to learn about the mutual ancestors of all fungal and animal life.


onlinear re:sources
inhabitat - Santa And The Shrooms
entheology - When Santa Was A Mushroom
sam woolfe - The Psychedelic Origin Of Christianity
npr - Did Shrooms Send Santa And His Reindeer Flying?
livescience - 8 Ways Magic Mushrooms Explain Santa Story

- video source: nytimes 2017.21.12 / link

☉

.: see sun's green things :.

apart from the quoted:
all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2017 CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

The Art Of Peace - 十一

☉

The Art of Peace - 十一

Consider the ebb and flow of the tide. When waves come
to strike the shore, they crest and fall, creating a sound.
Your breath should follow the same pattern,
absorbing the entire universe in your belly
with each inhalation.
Know that we all have access to four treasures:
the energy of the sun and moon,
the breath of heaven,
the breath of earth,
and the ebb and flow of the tide.

- Ueshiba Morihei,
O Sensei, Tsunemori
from The Art Of Peace
by John Stevens
Shambhala
1992

☉

thumb
back
to

零
一 | 六
二 | 七
三 | 八 
四 | 九
五 | 十

☉

fuhenkushikikokyuu

cosmos' void takes form
air flows in, belly curls out
one wave, down above

aikihaikai
Barbarossa Satyr

fuhen - universal
kokyuu - breath, breathing
fukushikikokyuu - abdominal breathing
fuhenkushikikokyuu - universal abdominal breathing


∞


_o_ domo arigato gozaimashita _o_

Time For Techno - '[ TFT8 ]'

下午安好 世界!
Добрый день, Мир!
Good Afternoon, World!

☉

[ time for techno ]

º

Magic Mountain High
Workshop xx - B1

discogs' details
open the schnitzel box

º

video: the29nov films
site / youtube

☉



Plato's Cave (animated)
(Weiss / Oden / Wolff)
Churchill Films 1973
narration: O'Wells

☉

what we see becomes what we feel
what we feel becomes what we think
what we think becomes what we choose
what we choose becomes what we do
what we do becomes what we see

☉

.: up the tech :.

writ: satyr barbarossa
(cc) 2017 cc by-nc-nd 4.0

Kill The Buddha

☸

2017.06.11 - Nam mô A di đà Phật

If you meet the Buddha
on the road

kill him

before
he sets
himself
on fire

☸

Nam mô A di đà Phật
- Bồ Tát Thích Quảng Đức
1963, June 11
Saigon

as recited during
his self-immolation

Nam mô A di đà Phật

in Vietnamese,
as in Japanese:

Namu Amida Butsu

In reverence to Amida Buddha

☸

"If you meet the Buddha,
kill the Buddha."

Linji Yixuan / Rinzai Gigen
- founder of the Linji school,
one of five Houses of Chinese Chan Buddhism,
extended to Japanese Zen Buddhism as the Rinzai school

Kill the Buddha

- perhaps one of the more (in)famous koans,
sprouted in fertile Oriental tradition,
widely misunderstood in Occidental circles.

Nothing special, really.

Merely a reminder
to keep paying attention,
to never really believe anything;
a useful tool to exercise one's state of mind,
to silence the analytical and favour the intuitive,
to puzzle those who claim to understand Zen

... or so it may seem.

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Đức - Wikipedia entry
Nianfo - Wikipedia entry
Amitabha - Wikipedia entry

a few more words
on Amitabha Buddha
and Shinran Buddhism
from Robert Anton Wilson




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_/|\_ namaskaramba _/|\_


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Après-Bicyclette

2017, April 19+7, Après-Bicyclette

Une semaine après notre Grand Départ annuel ...

One week after crossing the starting line of our annual Bicycle Day cerebralations, we make our aumward return. At the finish, holding out a black and white checkered blotter flag, Saint Albert Uncle Hofmann welcomes us. Our outward spiraling wheels slowly stop spinning as we come down to a halt next to him, flagging down our bikes.
After a wide and warm embrace, he holds us softly by the shoulders, looks us in the eye and smiles, then turns to our side, joins us as our gaze floats out over the Earth's plane stretching out in front of us, pauses to breathe, then speaking sincere words of swissdom ...

"Alienation from nature and the loss of the experience of being part of the living creation is the greatest tragedy of our materialistic era. It is the causative reason for ecological devastation and climate change.

Therefore I attribute absolute highest importance to consciousness change. I regard psychedelics as catalyzers for this. They are tools which are guiding our perception toward other deeper areas of our human existence, so that we again become aware of our spiritual essence. Psychedelic experiences in a safe setting can help our consciousness open up to this sensation of connection and of being one with nature.

LSD and related substances are not drugs in the usual sense, but are part of the sacred substances, which have been used for thousand of years in ritual settings. The classic psychedelics like LSD, Psilocybin and Mescaline are characterized by the fact that they are neither toxic nor addictive. It is my great concern to separate psychedelics from the ongoing debates about drugs, and to highlight the tremendous potential inherent to these substances for self-awareness, as an adjunct in therapy, and for fundamental research into the human mind.

It is my wish that a modern Eleusis will emerge, in which seeking humans can learn to have transcendent experiences with sacred substances in a safe setting. I am convinced that these soul-opening, mind-revealing substances will find their appropriate place in our society and our culture."

Albert Hofmann
2007, April 19


- image from the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors shop,
printed on the backside of the card with the painting
"St. Albert and the LSD Revelation Revolution" by Alex Grey

· visit alexgrey.com & shop.cosm.org for more details
· click any or all of the highlighted links for additional content

☉

.: paving the path :.

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all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
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April 19 ☉ Bicycle Day

2017, April 19 - Bicycle Day

1943, April 19 - Not completely content with the result of their first encounter, three days earlier, as her child had not spoken loud and clear enough to become fully and unequivocally understood by the doctor and therefore did not receive the essential attention it deserved, Mother of Rye arranged for a second meeting, three days later.

The whispering echo of her voice presented Dr Hofmann with the deliberated decision to self-prescribe a small dose of LSD, in order to enable the two to make closer acquaintance. Easily convinced by the vivid memory of his recent pleasance, the scientist reasoned that by consciously repeating the experiment, it should become establissed with certainty whether or not the previous serendipitous encounter between his research chemical and his self had indeed been accidental.

The self-administered "cautious dosis" -250 micrograms, in retrofact- proved not as small as Hofmann had expected. Not quite, not by far. Little did he foresee about the friendly onslaught of chaos at his very fingertips, screaming in eager silence. Yet as soon as he felt inebriated by the initial effects, he laid down his work and asked his assistant to accompany him on his bikeride home, as it seemed unsafe to him to head out on the road by himself.

Moments later, looking over his shoulder whilst biking, he could see Mother of Rye, fading into the distance, waving with a wide smile and a satisfied sigh, as she knew she had accomplished her Great Work.

The trip that followed wrote history and its effects resonate throughout spacetime, far beyond here and now. This date, April 19, has become known around the globe as Bicycle Day - the annual cerebralation* of Albert Hofmann's Serendipity.


Trring Trrring!


Satyr Barbarossa
- Forest of Eleusis, Earth

original writ: 2014, April 16
second edition: 2015, April 19
third edition: 2016, April 19
fourth edition: 2017, April 19


As always and (un)usual, between Now, Never and Forever:
click any highlighted text for additional, linked content.

- essential reading:
LSD - My Problem Child (Hofmann)
available online at MAPS, Erowid
and the Psychedelic Library

- more relsdated literature:
Erowid / Psychedelic Library

- essential viewing, see below:
Hofmann's Potion (Littlefield)
The Substance (Witz)

* cerebralate:
a personal portmanteau
of celebrate and cerebral

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.: serendipity awaits :.

all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2014 - 2017 / CCBYNCND4.0