The Dreaming

Song of the white bear.

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 19:33:14 -0800

Song of the white bear.

from Octavio Paz’s “Response and Reconciliation”

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 09:59:19 -0800

from Octavio Paz’s “Response and Reconciliation”

“There is a dream dreaming us.” These are the words I start with. All matter, all form,...

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 09:49:00 -0800

“There is a dream dreaming us.” These are the words I start with. All matter, all form, all non-form, through holding to it’s existence, is giving birth to new matters, forms, non-forms. Existence. ExistenZ. Matter dreaming. This is what I believe: ALL MATTER DREAMS. Down to it’s most basics of make-ups, the place where were all the same and “non.” Matter dreams. Dreams matter.

Dreams aren’t just the stuffs you sometimes remember when you wake up from being alseep. They’re not just the 10-year goals. They’re hums. Hums, yes. Vibrations. Sound. That every subtle form is created by and reverberates with. How I move through a room, my thoughts, everything. All is one. One is all.

My current view.

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 20:12:15 -0800

My current view.

Methuselah, the world’s oldest tree at 4,765 years old. This...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 13:17:35 -0800

Methuselah, the world’s oldest tree at 4,765 years old.

This primeval tree was already a century old when the first pyramid was built in Egypt.

John Cage performing on Nam June Paik’s TV special called...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 12:50:01 -0800

John Cage performing on Nam June Paik’s TV special called ‘Good Morning Mr. Orwell’ from 1984. In the beginning, we see that Cage is joined by Takehisa Kosugi and one other unidentified person. perhaps they were performing a composition or improvisation that they would have done during a Merce Cunningham dance. there is also a cut away to a Joseph Bueys piano performance art piece.

more info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Morning,_Mr._Orwell

Tuning in to Nature reveals the miraculous communication systems...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 12:45:28 -0800

Tuning in to Nature reveals the miraculous communication systems present in nature. Learn how plants and insects communicate through emissions in the infrared frequency range and why poisonous pesticides do not solve the real problems facing agriculture. In this breakthrough book Phil Callahan uncovers why certain insects are attracted only to certain plants, the role of pheromones work in nature, and how plants under stress literally signal insects to come devour them.

Google books has it: http://books.google.ca/books/about/Tuning_in_to_nature.html?id=GZM9AAAAIAAJ&redir_esc=y

This fast desire,You little mountain, orbor pink cave.The mist hovers highthis tropical wave,a last...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 12:39:09 -0800

This fast desire,
You little mountain, orb
or pink cave.
The mist hovers high
this tropical wave,
a last endeavor
to the shores that will save.

Medicine Bear by Julia Watkins

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 02:00:12 -0800

Medicine Bear by Julia Watkins

REMEMBERING THROUGH SOUND

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 09:39:22 -0800

One of my earliest memories is sitting on the front-seat of an old truck with my grandmother. The seat was no longer in the truck, though - it now belonged to a small hill beside my grandparents’ rural home.

My grandfather was a welder and electrician and, therefore, an avid accumulator of discarded items found at yard sales and flea markets. Consequently, my childhood surroundings were a cluster-fuck of nature and indestructible, man-made objects, that were now undergoing their own process of decay. Although my grandfather’s intentions were to put everything to “good” use, this intention was oriented toward “eventually I’ll find a place for that car door or that sheet of metal or that bag of cement or that underwater suit.” To me, the land I frolicked in as a child was a graveyard, of sorts - a place where things came to go back into the earth. Here I could see how trucks and human beings and butterflies were all made up of the same stuff. Nothing was superficial.

“What are the leaves saying, Lindsay?” my grandmother asked, as the wind blew through the trees above us. “Shhhhhhh,” I replied with my index finger to my mouth, and we continued to listen.

I spent a lot of my childhood listening. Listening to the woods. Listening to my great grandmother ask for a “8” or “Ace” (I could never tell the difference) over a game of Go Fish. Listening to my grandfather’s welding torch. Listening to my Mom make paper-mâché alien masks for her friends. Listening to that weird squeaking sound the upstairs bathroom window made when it was windy. Hiding under the table when I heard it, and listening to my grandmother chat above with her friend Carol.

I even listened to music. A lot of it.

Thanks to my grandfather’s interest in accumulating objects, I had a record and 8-track player in my room when I was four, five, six. I would spend hours alone listening to albums passed down to me from as far back as my great grandmother’s collection. I had no sense that more than one of each recording I possessed existed. I just assumed that Elvis, Diana Ross, Gladys Knight, the orchestral disco guy and many others created the sounds I listened to for me alone. Music was this private, magical experience that tied everything together in my small world. The in-need-of-repair aviator arcade game downstairs was included in the soundtrack by means of the clapping in “Baby Love.” Elvis’ voice was the central character in the nighttime cricket and frog orchestra. The doo-doo-doo-doo-doo’s in “Tossin’ and Turnin’” explained my uncle’s sense of humor. And the physical interaction with records through their blips, static, warbles, slowing down, speeding up was a testament to nature’s creativity and destruction.

Due to my early experiences, sound has always been my primary way of seeing, interacting with and remembering my world. It seems to me that sound is not separate from matter - sound is the creator, destroyer and voice of matter. Sound makes an impact, even unheard.

- Lindsay Dobbin

THINGS THAT TERRIFIED ME IN MOVIES I SAW AS A KID

Mon, 13 Feb 2012 09:22:00 -0800

Are you a god?!

This toilet

Harry... and the Hendersons

The "quiet" librarian in Ghost Busters

T-Rex in Jurassic Park

Gremlins

Home Alone basement

Christopher Lloyd (a-la "I'm Melting")

THINGS THAT TERRIFIED ME IN MOVIES I SAW AS A KID

"This web of time — the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each..."

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 19:11:27 -0800

“This web of time — the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries — embraces every possibility.”

- Jorge Luis Borges

How plants warn each other of danger

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:48:39 -0800

How plants warn each other of danger:

For the first time, scientists at Exeter University have captured on film the process by which plants alert each other to possible dangers.

When a plant is under attack it releases a gas which warns neighbouring plants to protect themselves.

In a new BBC Two series, Professor Iain Stewart explains how the Earth’s development was driven by plants and how they have adapted for survival.

Beautiful piece about indigenous communities in the Pira-Paraná

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:45:05 -0800

Beautiful piece about indigenous communities in the Pira-Paraná

A single individual plant, the creosote bush, in Southern...

Sat, 11 Feb 2012 00:40:50 -0800

A single individual plant, the creosote bush, in Southern California (Larrea tridentata of the sunflower family [Asteraceae]), is estimated to be 11,700 years old.

Hanuman, the Monkey God, tearing open his chest to reveal Rama...

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:05:00 -0800

Hanuman, the Monkey God, tearing open his chest to reveal Rama and Sita enshrined within it. Rama and Sita are protagonists in one of the most famous love stories of all time. Hanuman is an ardent devotee of Rama. “Bow down to Hanumān, who is the slayer of demons, and who is present with head bowed and eyes full of flowing tears wherever the fame of Rāma is sung.”

Monkey: The lesson with monkey is to be playful, self-reliant and light-hearted. Monkey’s gift is the heart of our inner child. The key is to recognize the wise fool who waits in silence until the moment we release it from the chains of our conditioning. Thus, monkey medicine brings great freedom to the dreamer. Monkey teaches the balance of dark and light, he brings awareness the darker side of oneself, aids in seeing both sides of all communication methods. Are you showing your creativity at this time? Is it time to examine an ancient wisdom you just encountered? Monkey ignites the inspiration and imagination from the deep recesses of the self and mind and teaches how to move within/without, above and below.

"A living body is not a fixed thing but a flowing event, like a flame or a whirlpool: the shape alone..."

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:47:58 -0800

““A living body is not a fixed thing but a flowing event, like a flame or a whirlpool: the shape alone is stable, for the substance is a stream of energy going in at one end and out at the other. We are particularly and temporarily identifiable wiggles in a stream that enters us in the form of light, heat, air, water, milk, bread, fruit, beer, beef Stroganoff, caviar, and pate de foie gras. It goes out as gas and excrement — and also as semen, babies, talk, politics, commerce, war, poetry, and music. And philosophy.””

- Alan Watts

The ‘Great Unravelling’ has Begun

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:07:51 -0800

The ‘Great Unravelling’ has Begun:

Accessing the purity of primal power. Old realities are being unwound.

Can you feel it too? I feel big shifts have begun to take place in the field of consciousness all around us. On the one hand it feels very positive, empowering and uplifting. On the other, it can be quite destabilizing internally, quite unsettling and if we’re not fully engaged with this new time line of Galactic Realignment, then we’re likely to suffer an increasing sense of loss and lack as the old reality gets steadily unwound. It’s this process which is causing the less conscious in society to struggle and fight right now. But the only way forwards is to surrender into this unraveling flow. Here’s a point of view on how we might do that…

I felt like a buffalo, bulbous and tissue-racked. Fine dieties...

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:00:00 -0800

I felt like a buffalo,

bulbous and tissue-racked.

Fine dieties swim,

like foreboding masters of

heirlooms, we keep

passing on each day

like a sail swept

skyline,

eased out to fissure,

born.

- Lindsay Dobbin

This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch....

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 00:34:05 -0800

This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch. When people see these, they think it’s the end of the world. Ice crystals form above the high-altitude cirro-cumulo-stratus clouds, then fall downward, punching a hole in the cloud cover. Freakishly weird!