Hip-Hop Sampling Is Amazing

I can't tell you how many great artists I have discovered through the use of Hip-Hop sampling.  Some call it stealing but not me.  For the samples I do know, it allows me to reminisce on the good times in my past.  When I was young and had no bills to pay.  My mother would be playing her R&B in the car everywhere we went.  For the samples I don't know of, I search for the sample, and end up discovering an artist I probably never would have found otherwise.  

Big KRIT samples Erykah Badu

Day 3 - Day after Ceremony, and more

I awake, energized surprisingly.  We all receive our steam baths, given to us by maestra Amelia.  I ask Debbie, who is a hilarious woman, to be please translate for me.  I tell Amelia, Debbie, and Petra my experience.  Amelia says,  "Don't worry.  You don't have too many problems."  She also says that her first three times drinking ayahuasca were scary.  This is comforting.  Also, I notice the traditional Shipibo skirt Amelia is wearing.  It has patterns that I saw in my visions.  Debbie says these are icaros.  (The songs, or the knowledge, ayahuasca gives us.  At breakfast, we share our experiences.  Everybody's trip is so unique.  I feel most were positive.  Mike tells me, "When you were outside blowing your nose, I looked out to see what was out there, and I saw you as a goat man hybrid, with long white horns, as if in Pan's Labryinth.  You shook your body like an animal after a bath"  (maybe I was releasing some bad juju...)  Tucker, who was next to Mike in ceremony, says he saw the same thing.  I laugh at this.  Plus I am amazed.  That was one hell of a night!  The crazy thing is Mike never told Tucker this until breakfast.  I share my night with others, and they give me words of encouragement.  People speak of their past addictions.  One person speaks about bloating.  I tell her about gluten cross reactive foods.  Basically, the human race has been evolving for thousandths, if not millions of years.  Our ancestors 100,000 years ago did not have all the agrarian foods we enjoy now, such as potato, rice, quinoa, cacao, coffee, etc.  So for most of our time on this planet, we have been eating very basic foods, like meat, vegetables, and fruit, sparingly.  So some people in this century do not do well with these "new foods."  As for me, a blood type O POS, I experience bloating, sluggishness, and acne.  I don't hesitate to say that other blood types are better equipped to handle new foods, since their ancestors have been more accustomed to foods like dairy and grains, because they were able to adapt.
Gluten Cross-Reactivity
Speaking of foods, I feel my self control is at a all time high here.  I have no urge to drink energy drinks or coffee like I used to.  I feel like I can do anything.  I have nearly zero stress.  This place is the closest thing to a Utopia I've ever encountered.  I feel more connected to nature.  I give love to the people, animals, and plants.  If I accidently harm a plant, I express sorrow.  This oneness, plus the idea that everything is happening for a reason, allows me to do abs in the dirt, let mosquitoes and grasshoppers land on my body, and deal with certain people that I would avoid back home.  I let myself go, as muslims do.  "Insha'Allah" or God willing.  (It is Gods will.)
A group of approximately six military/police looking men arrive at the Temple.  They are here for me.  I think it is because they need me for my service.  Maybe WW3 has broke out?  
I can't remember if this was a thought, dream, or Ayahuasca vision, but this has been a recurring theme in my dreams.  I am back in the Navy.

DAY 3 CONSULTATION

This is what I told my healers...

I am here because I find little life purpose in the US.  I yearn to live a sustainable life.  I don't like supporting US actions with my taxes.   I want to learn your people's way of life.  I feel the world could use your gifts greatly.  Being in the US Navy for five years helped me grow tremendously well, but I feel somewhat guilty for being a part of a destructive force.

CONSULTATION FOLLOW UP

Dionnes said he could sense my militarism during the first Ceremony.  The three plant medicines(tantirao canella, albaca, and chimi pampana) will help me open my heart and mind.  This is exactly what I need.  I tend to overcomplicate things.  I also put a lot of burden on myself.  The medicines will also help me choose/find a path.  This is the main reason for coming to the Temple.  I am surprised at the curandero's psychic like minds.  This really motivates me to evolve spiritually.  The possibilities are endless.  I also want to heal people.  

Ayahuasca Ceremony Number 1

We arrive at the Maloka one hour before the ceremonie's beginning.  30 minutes into complete group silence, our maestra and maestro walk in, along with our facilitator.  Diogenes, the maestro, sings an icaro into the Ayahuasca bottle we are soon about to drink from.  We receive some mapacho cigarettes.  These are filled with nicotiana rustica, not nicotiana tabacum.(1)  Mapacho is much different than cigarettes from the states.  Mapacho protects us from spirits, they say.  I don't inhale the smoke, but blow it over my body, for supposed protection.  This stuff is pretty awful.  I gag.  Our facilitator turns off the diesel run lanterns, turning our space pitch black.  

After about 20 minutes, I feel like I am tumbling forward, as if I am in a hamster ball, and the ball, or journey, rolls to a start.  I then lie down.  Geometrical patterns start to form upon closing my eyes.  See (2).  The pattern's middle then folds in, almost as if a door or gateway is opening up.  I feel my perception of the universe is about to change.  These patterns are black and metallic grey.  My visions begin, in color.  I see scary images.  Dead people.  They taunt me by sticking out there tongues at me, making fun of me.  Rotting skin.  I get the feeling that this is a test, or a show.  Maybe a freak show? (3)  I start to laugh and smile.  "I know what you are up to," I say.  The dead smile back at me.  "You passed" they articulate.  Somewhere along this timeline, I open my eyes.  I no longer can see or sense the people around me, even though my near neighbors are a mere meter to my left and right.  I am in my own world.  There is a large witch-like character in front of me.  She is wider than humanely possible, similar to a computer screen with the wrong dimensions.  To my left I see the maestra on the floor.  She is on her side.  She signals for me to come.  "Come back to my journey," I think.  I close my eyes once again, going back to my tour.  Sometimes I sense my spirit body walking and/or moving my hands.  I also feel like my optical view is coming from inside my mouth.  Reminds me of Tony's character in 'The Shining', as well as the film 'Being John Malkovich'.  I see four or five white old men sitting around a half circle table.  One of the men, with glasses signals for me to come.  "Continue your journey," he says.  There are many other things I see, but remembering them is beyond me.  Throughout this trip, the maestra comes in front of me, and sings to me her icaro.  However, I don't vividly remember this.  I barely sense her touching my hair and face. (for protection)  Later, the maestro visits me.  More vivid.  We greet each other.  I laugh, saying the word "drunkie."  He laughs as well.  He blows mapacho onto me, then sings his icaro.  So beautiful.  I am purely happy.  

*back up* 

During my visions, I am scared.  I tell myself I want this to stop.  I tell myself I won't be doing Ayahuasca again.  My views change after this.  I welcome struggle with open arms.  This is where growth occurs.  I picture my family.  Sensing my father I cry.  I cry for my mother as well.  I then feel bad for my uncle.  I wish he could feel this medicine.  I also sense that I may not see my family for a long time.  I don't see how I could go back to that way of life.  The temple is magical.  Perfect.  

I do not sense the ceremony ending.  At some point, the ayahuasqueros and facilitator leave.  I, like others, stay in our beds.  I think and meditate on countless subjects until day break.  

*back up*

I go to the washroom (outhouse) to poop/purge.  After, I go into the grass and clear my sinuses.  I look at the half moon.  Oddly, the clouds are at a standstill. (later I learn this is due to weaker wind currents in the area)  

At around 5:30 AM, I walk to my room, immediately falling asleep for one hour.  

*One of the few positive visions was of a beautiful woman that is at the temple currently.  

NOTES

1- Mapacho / Nicotiana Rustica

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicotiana_rustica

2- Ayahuasca Pattern

http://lainie.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451c63c69e2010535e7edda970c-320wi

3- George Carlin on God, the planet, and "the freak show"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9CjBtv7j78

old FB quotes

If the words "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" don't include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn't worth the hemp it was written on.
---------------------- Terence McKenna -------------------------------------

"Military men are dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns for foreign policy"
---------------------------Henry Kissinger-------------------------------------

The purpose of life is a life with a purpose
So I’d rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless
I don’t need the circus or the day of national observance
I need you to think for you and stop being a servant
-------------------------Immortal Technique-------------------------------

My last toast is to the dead is for the listener,
Human being or extraterrestrial visitor,
Remember us for more than our primitive ways,
When you study us long after the end of our days.
-------------------------Immortal Technique-------------------------------

"When you feel you have right on your side, you can do some horrific things"
-----Brian Flanagan-(The Weather Underground film/documentary)-------

""I'm tired of old men dreaming up wars for young men to fight."
--------------------------George McGovern-----------------------------

"Life is a test many quest the universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving earth"
 ---------------------------Killah Priest--------------------------


"Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people."
--------------  Eleanor Roosevelt----------------------------

"You must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the inroads of useful knowledge"
----------------Thomas Lounsbury--------------------------

"I wanna swing my sword decapitate
But what is a man if he acts like an ape
So I sit back, planning my great escape"
----------------------- K-OS-----------------------------------

The Odd History of Hair

I have recently become interested in hair, of all things.  In today's western society, it would appear rather boring, too much effort, or uncomfortable.  Most men have short hair, while most women have long hair.  I find it parculiar that in Basic Training, all the men are ridden of mostly all of their hair.  Throughout their time in the military, they are forbidden to have beards or long hair.  This reflects our current paradigm, which is extreme cleanliness, conformity, and suppression of creativity.  I find it interesting how certain things in time change so drastically.  I think this is possibly due to the tribal mentality of Man.  When a new standard is shown by an individual in power, the masses usually follow suit. 

With that said, here are some things that sparked me to write this.

The prophet Samson's power was recorded in Scripture as being innately connected to his long, thick hair. Among the Temne of Africa, it took hours or days to fashion a hairstyle. The fine rows of the hairstyle were a symbolic representation of the cultivation of the land and thus indicated civilization. These hairstyles are termed 'cornrows.' Among the Polynesians of the Pacific, the first time a boy's hair was cut marked his coming of age. It was also a way in which he was now differentiated from women. Hair was thought to contain the mana or power, and so the cutting of hair was a risky business. To mark this special occasion, the women of the Cook Islands draped "tivaevae," specially decorated quilts, about the room. These tivaevae were given as gifts to mark special occasions such as this haircutting ceremony.
Ancient Hairstyles

 Inside (the Special Forces' documents) were hundreds of pages of certain studies commissioned by the government. He was in shock from the contents. What he read in those documents completely changed his life. From that moment on my conservative middle of the road husband grew his hair and beard and never cut them again. What is more, the VA Medical center let him do it, and other very conservative men in the staff followed his example.

The mammalian body has evolved over millions of years. Survival skills of human and animal at times seem almost supernatural. Science is constantly coming up with more discoveries about the amazing abilities of man and animal to survive. Each part of the body has highly sensitive work to perform for the survival and well being of the body as a whole.The body has a reason for every part of itself.
The Truth About Hair and Why Indians Would Keep Their Hair Long

To further differentiate themselves from the general public, the Vril Society broke from the traditional short hair styles worn by women of the day, and instead grew their hair long and twisted it into pony tails (although they rarely wore their hair in pony tails in public). The Vrilians believed their twisted hair acted as antennas to facilitate contact with the extraterrestrials.
The Vril Society 

So these skeptical and controversial above articles begs the question.  Why does human hair on both the head and male face have infinite growth, unlike other parts of the human body and other animals?  Some theories have been the delicate structure of the head.  Unlike other parts, the head has very little muscle and fat, both of which are helpful in physical blows.  With this being said, it is possible that evolutionary traits can have multiple reasons. 

As for myself, I will continue to allow my hair to grow, just as the Biblical Samson, certain Native Americans, and Vril women.  I do get strange looks often, as well as smiles and laughs.  I will update you if anything superb happens, unless the E.T.'s advise me differently.

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UPDATE: 27OCT2012
While listening to JRE 274 http://blog.joerogan.net/archives/5483, Alex Grey spoke of yet another amazing hairstyle.  Delaware Indian warriors used to shave half their heads.  This kept their archery bow out of their hair
Listen in at 35 minutes.

Lost Lives in the Chaos

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As I sit here, I ponder the innocent lives lost. Why am I here and not my older brother that never had the privledge of gasping for air after a long run. A run that you never thought would be possible. But you "survived" it. You even say that "I almost died back there." Brother, you will never get to experience life, and for that, I am sorry for you. My mind drifts to the military kids who are dying right now alongside the opposing force. How sad is it to never have the chance of getting high with friends, laughing your asses off. While I laugh, you die. I think about my friend in the 12th grade. We met in weightlifting class. He was new in town, and it seemed like I was his only friend. I would give him rides home. We would train together before going to Basic Training. I remember him speaking on his regret of joining the Marines. He must have realized the lies his recruitiers had told him. He said he could have made the same salary by staying at his supermarket job. I wonder if he is still alive at times. The importance of remembering an old friend's name. Or maybe not...

Notes from a Navy P-3

Humanities multiple problems might stem from simply the lack of knowledge.  Many things we do have many negative impacts.  And with these actions, the acting peoples believe they are doing the right thing most of the time.  Another sad fact is that most people would still do these things even if they knew the effect.  People have been conditioned to dislike our co-inhabitants on earth.  Therefore, in their eyes, we are not equal.

They feel like the "3rd world" needs to be "civilized" with technology, over-cleansed, and artificially flavored, fragranced, and inseminated.  They feel this might help the world.

I see so much waste.  A C-130 rolls to the runway for takeoff.  A few P-3's are in preflight.  And for what?  Natural resources?  Greed?  Power?  Lack of human caring?  Or is it deeper?  Do our Bohemian Grove attending world leaders require sacrificial lambs in mass numbers, a la "Destroy and Rebuild."

If I was a lost teenager in high school today, I would still choose the military as an "initiation" path.  Unenlightened, I had nothing.  I knew nothing.  I only had the idea of questioning all things, being agnostic in knowledge, and a dislike for parties and crowds.(western society)  In short, I had the mindset.  Maybe this was due to genetics, upbringing, or my environment.  Now, I am comfortable and most happy when I am learning about new things.  I still like the human interaction/pointless talk, but only enough to satisfy my material needs.  Too much of it will only hinder my well being.

Militaries employ young people that go from milk needy babies to mass murderers, who kill babies.  Some say their god will sort them out.  Some know the wrongful actions and their effects, but play along because of job security, or they need to provide for their families.  Some say war equals population control, even though I can't compare one million civilian deaths in Iraq to a growing 7 billion populace.  If anything, those deaths only created more hatred towards the western world.

Your artificial smell sickens me.  My head aches when I am near you.  Are you not comfortable in your own skin?  Are you aware that these man-made smells are linked to cancer, among other things?  Or has bad health become inevitable in your eyes?  I would much rather smell your scent you were given to as a child.  If you eat right, it won't smell so bad.  Just know this.  Your costly cologne/perfume causes me pain and angers me.

As my final day in the Navy approaches, I realize more often than ever that this life is as fake as a reality show.  The way everyone plays it off that we are overseas to protect our freedoms, the fake smiles I give to my superiors, the constant "thank you maintainers" speech.  It's all bullshit.  Granted, it's not their fault.  They don't watch documentaries showing the reasons countries have always gone to war, or the repeated lies by our past presidents.  It all reminds me of the scene in "A Boy and His Dog," when he goes to the underground town. 

Fuck using this work/
That's like abusing little boys in church/
Or in FF VII, if you don't hate and kill the Turks/
As I sit here on my ass, in the plane wasting gas/
I do hope to bring you fulfillment/
Something to give to you, like a box of tools/
so if you choose, not to follow fools/
and realize that life is just a mere cruise/
sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose/
so paint your life's picture, and create your best muse/

in the cold of the night, it's hard to take flight/
but if you gather up the might, and search for the moon's light/
then you will will gain 3rd sight, and create purpose to this life/

WWHH

We live in a world with broken outlets.  There is no where to plug into.  Few sprout up from time to time, but after a while, the bill get's '"too damn high" and we are forced to have candle dinners.  Nobody has a purpose that is helping humanity.  The one in a billion always seem to mysteriously die.  Money and power are thought of as musts, and are highly sought after.  Our supposedly smart brains give us solutions, but often create more problems that are twice as destructive.  Anti-American fighters steal money that the bloated rich send to dying children.  World leaders live lavishly, going to strip clubs and spending thousandths, only to express sympathy with their homeless neighbors the following day.  Sunday Son worshippers forget that the acronym WWJD applies to all seven days.  What we have here is an out of this world blockbuster script just waiting to make a "killing" at the box office.  What we have here is Earth.

I Support Dr. Paul

Even though I disagree with War, I still do support our (my fellow) troops.  The self-defense of any country is a must.  It has been a privilege to be a part of the United States Navy.  I only hope more innocent lives are not taken in vain over natural resources, among other things.  

SAD

As another day goes by, I see yet another video to confirm my outlook on this country.  We are in need of a massive revolution.  While I enjoy a large hotel room, with running hot water, hundreds of innocent civilians around the world are struggling for survival.  And this comes at the hands of my military.  I will forever be a part of this horrible historic dilemma.  How do we live with ourselves if we know that suffering is brought to the world by our country?  I am filled with sadness and madness, feeling guilty every sober moment of my days.  Eating too much food, and doing too little to help this problem.  I could tell my military to lock me away, but would that really help solve the problem?  I sometimes feel that I should muster up the strength to wait just six more months.  Only then will I be out of the military, partially free to do what I want.  But what hurts my soul even more is that these evil events will still go on.  I feel helpless.  What can we do?  Protest?  Not work?  Run away, or fight for what is right?  I need answers, but I am afraid no solution will be put forth.  Please help, if you are out there.

EVERYONE NEEDS TO SEE THIS.. Be sure to 

NOTICE how Threatening they are to YOU!!!

video showing the sign of the times

Why do I try?

Food of the Gods, reading on plane/
venom of Lucifer, creates mental strain/
mind's mental lane shrinks/
yet this poison causes me to think/
dilemmas arise, for my brain feels as if it has no link/
the ether I always inhabit has dissipated/
I now understand the true meaning of the note: DOCTOR'S WARNING/
I am having trouble putting this into words/
thankfully my conscious is still attached/
it tells me to cut my veins to the blackness/
"but self" I think, "I want to understand all of it's effects"/
it replies simply, "you foolish humans seek too much. This isn't what you were made to seek, even if it will create everlasting memories. Yes, Mother created Tobacco, but not this form. Man ruined my beautiful plant, just like they ruined my body. My breasts are now milk-less. My hips are no longer childbearing. My lips are now blue. Man's freezing saliva infiltrated my river, and now my teeth chatter. What have they done?"/
"They...they....I am so sorry."/
"Sorry you are boy. Get out of my womb. Leave me to heal my wounds you have inflicted upon your creator. You have no purpose anymore. Go to my sister. Her drought stricken planet will curse you no more, for she is dead. Your ancestors killed her long ago. May you perish in Hell in exchange for your specie's actions."

I finally figured out the purpose of humanity...

After listening and watching this beautiful music video(look below), I have come to the conclusion that our purpose is to constantly evolve, ultimately for the better.  The only part you haven't thought of pertaining to my statement is the involvement of robots aka artificial intelligence.  Scientists out there in there underground, unregulated missile silos are creating something you have never imagined.  Forget Stalin's monkey army. (see www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM0QW3RH1Os)  I'm talking about indestructible, mass-producing, constantly evolving I, Robot type dudes.  Available to the public today, you can watch the creatures they are creating with your own eye(s). (search - 

AKIBA ROBOT FESTIVAL 2006: Actroid Female Robot)  I'm going to go on a limb and say 

that our destiny could very well be to create something that eventually will have little or no need for us.  We can see glimpses of this in the "Occupy" movement.  Most of the protesters, from what I gather, are concerned with joblessness.  The cause of this is partly due to corporate greed, but it also stems from the fact that humans are being outsourced by technology.  This will only rise in the near future. (our technology doubles at a faster rate every year)  We will most likely have vast amounts of people that are jobless in the future.  And we know what happens when people don't have an occupation to "occupy" their time and minds.  They go haywire. (i.e.- Hurricane Katrina)  If this happens, our superior Robot race could simply give us menial tasks to complete, like many of us do now, or they could very well end our race.  We consume far too much.  We have inhumane inequality.  We do not plan well with thoughts of our environment/Earth.  I have to admit.  I would not blame these futuristic beings, if that word can be used here.  If my theory is correct, that is our destiny.  Don't get me wrong.  I love humanity and all our pleasures we face here on this rock.  An easier solution would be an Archaic Revival a la Terence McKenna.  Going back to our roots, if you will, could solve a lot of current problems we face, but I high have little hope for that paradisaical escape.  Our world will continue to run off of lust, greed, and evil.  Maybe the robots can become our leaders, selecting a few good men to replenish the earth, giving seeds and animal DNA to the dimwits.  Destroy and rebuild, as Nastradamus once said....  Destroy and rebuild.

While watching "Into the night: Alejandro Jodorowsky and Daniel Pinchbeck", I had a thought.  He spoke of one of his experiences with Ayahuasca, in which he spoke to extra-terrestrials from the Sirius star system.  They told him that they gave up on technology, and that is what we may go through in our future.  They had no interest in living longer lives as well.  This made me think of our society. Instead of living longer, my goal is to live better while I am alive, so the memories of myself can be passed down to future generations.  

Your sleeping you is still you.

A recent conversation made me think of a dream I had while contemplating what branch to join after high school.  It may sound like a nightmare, but in the end it was overall a positive experience.  I was originally going to join the Marines, but luckily I had a dream of being in a warzone.  We were inside of a base, in the desert at night, and we were getting bombed.  I rushed out of our tent and started running.  Too much adrenaline got in my system, and I accidentally shot a few of my fellow service members.  I was devastated.  After waking up, I realized the potential impact I could acquire by murdering someone, whether it be by accidental friendly fire, or by killing a father fighting for his country.  This was a huge wake up call to me.  My programmed dreams of being some sort of a GI Joe hero were shattered.  I was, like most kids, consumed by false ideals presented to me.  Channeled from the television and gaming consoles, I felt the urge to go on an adventure.  Traveling to rain forests, deserts, and tundras should appeal to any child that has had little excitement in his/her life.  Sadly, these same kids become killers.  Some go on to not only kill others, but also themselves.  Ever since this event, I have given dreams more thought.  Could they be some kind of learning tool, or perhaps a not so polished psychic state?

Diary - 11AUG2014

Today is yet another cold day on the seas of the Antarctic.  It's not enough misery to make me regret my decision to leave college one year early.  UH-Hilo was amazing.  So many awesome people.  The weather was simply perfect.  No better environment exists that I have experienced.  All the ganja I could imagine.  I still can't believe "the men in the smoke filled room" let President Paul legalize it.  Back to my point.  My decision to join the Sea Shepherd was the best one I've made yet.  Being on the RHIB team gives me such an adrenaline spike.  And the mission to keep exposing these illegal Japanese companies is the most purposeful job I can imagine.  (It sure beats P-3 life with the Navy)  I've yet to be called upon by Pete to board a vessel.  I have no fear of jail.  Most of the Japanese people understand and support our cause anyway.  Sadly, capitalism is still here in 2014!  This post is going nowhere.  I should get some sleep. 

M for the Movement

They tarnished the word

But for what?

Hippies were just changing the world

In their off time givin' hula hoops a twirl

One love, unity, mind expansion, social balance

Ganja equals retaliation, the 1% won't benefit from this

Common sense doesn't make cents..... nor dollars

U.S. big wigs startled, so they retaliate, but first.....they holler 

"The hippies are growing strong; they're working with the Panthers; some radicals are even going underground"

COINTELPRO is born.  What a beautiful crippling concoction.

A few kept fighting.  Most had kids, bought a TV, and went back to sleep, searching for the American dream.

Will more tribes branch off from the present occupiers?  Can peacefulness triumph hellfire missiles, departing from predators in the night, funded with our tax money?

Possibly.  Time will tell.  For now, the Watcher will continue taking notes.

Why do I think that way?

Many personal conversations involving myself turn sour when current events are presented.  At work, this happens a lot, maybe because of the location.  It's a U.S. Navy aircraft hangar, with many people working jobs they do not enjoy but still do it, possibly for the salary, the camaraderie, or the sense that what they are doing is right.  Events like the 9/11 World Trade Center and the Osama Bin Laden assassination come up in discussion frequently.  It usually ends when I say, "Why believe in the story exactly as they say, when you can look into History and find many examples of lies?" In any circumstance, leader's always tend to lie just enough to get the person's trust.  Imagine what would happen if everyone didn't do what the President wanted.  We would have squadrons missing deployments, tanks wouldn't get built for war, etc. Even at a young age, an older brother will lie to his younger sister, so he won't have to rake the yard.  It's a natural human emotion, and completely understandable.  It should also be noted that it is time for mass evolution. (Below I have noted a few lies)

There are a few people that do have the same opinions as myself, but the mass majority think everything is right in the world.  If only they watched a few documentaries, or some Al Jazeera News.  I can't blame them however.  Sometimes I wish for a better world, even if it was just an illusion.  I should start playing World of Warcraft.  There I can escape this life and become a true legend.  That is escapism at it's finest.  But on the other hand, I would rather stay here, in this dimension, learning all of these things, hopefully so one day I can use my experiences to better humanity.  It does seem like a long shot, but I feel like with all the horrible things going on, there is still time for a better Earth.  We have all the current necessary resources.  Just look up The Venus Project.  They have a solution, and they have had it for many years.  There is even an example of their work in Venus, Florida!  

40 acres and a mule

Fear and Disinformation Campaign  http://www.globalresearch.ca/articles/CHO301A.html

Tuskegee syphilis experiment

guatemala std experiments

WMD's in Iraq

Gulf of Tonkin Incident

These are just a few.  Comment if you would like to share some more.

Tree of Knowledge

You got people in China, working all day long/

They go home with a few bucks, exhausted, no more to long/

They never had our childhood dreams.  All they know was slavery in the system/

While you were deliberately dropping out of school/

They were learning to sow, with western, modern tools/

Why is this world run by fools, who enforce countless, stupendous rules/

Would I have ever looked at this world with my hidden eye/

Contemplating suicide, or yelled to the car in front of me, "Die!"/

Maybe it is better to have few thoughts, rather mindless work/

Because in the garden of Eden, enemies lurk/

Knowledge is a deadly, mysterious, and enticing thing/

I have yet to find good alone.  The cellar door's bell constantly rings/

I barred all my windows, and shut my doors with locks/

But the knowledge persistently knocks, then mocks/

I sign it's clause, asking my lawyer for loopholes/

But he's on knowledge's side.  My foot get's caught in a pothole/

The genderless being frees me with a few facts/

Then imprisons me as I notice the cracks/

I have failed to relax

This is not right...

My Platoon was on it's way to Saigon/

What were we doing here?  The hippies back home were right.  I could tell the Gulf of Tonkin Incident was all wrong/

When I saw my former Captain leave with tons of heroin/

I realized there were no real heroes, nor heroines/

I tried to tell my buddies, but they were always in denial/

So I was on my own, us as a species going into a downward spiral/

We stopped in a village, to rob the locals of some supplies/

Will these friendlies later become enemies?  They had every right to, in my eyes/

We were about to leave, when Private Taylor got shot/

Big Harold was next to go.  Man, I was tied in a knot/

All I could do was run, who knew where the Sappers were/

I weaved through bush and huts, and then I saw her/

In that split second, our soles connected.  She grabbed my hand to come in/

I found a way out of death.  Nearly blind, the powers of the universe gave me passion/

The End?

Dedicated to my Uncle Ron, a Vietnam Veteran.

EDIT: 20 years of war.  Over 2 million vietnamese killed.

Daniel Ellsberg Exposes the US Government

 (Pentagon Papers Documentry) Part 1.avi

vinnie paz's verse included  in version below

His father's story

Planning My Escape

Am I the only being to have conveyed these thoughts/

I hope so/

Are there any pieces of land that have never felt a footprint/

I've hear the answer is yes, but how do they really know/

It seems everything in this world is unverifiable.  Things always change/

One year "smoking is good for you," the scientist lies through his tongue/

The next year is the contrary, and more smoke is produced inside blackened lungs/

On the other side of walls, forced medical experimentations, unheeded torture, nuclear fallout are put into action/

Women of Darfur are raped, South African racists are slain, and deep with the Congo another Gorilla is bushwhacked with a Machete/

Just as the African man and female gorilla skin, this is too dark for most/

I now understand your uninteresting wall posts/

"Yeah, the pool party was so much fun.  We got wasted!"/

That is a lot easier than/

"The US Government admits to intentionally infecting Guatemalans with gonorrhea and syphilis."/

I just can't stand it/

I try to escape both sides/

There are a few places left in this world where I can go hide/

If not, I would be right there with you, pool side/

Chatting about millions who died, while their children just sat there and cried/

Inspired by Chris Rock and X-Men

Republicans are fucking idiots/

Democrats are fucking idiots/

idiots are fucking idiots, giving birth to a new breed/

pro-war, kill doctors, corruption, anti-weed/

in this sense I support eugenics/

no, not the Nazis, or killing babies, never mimic/

a previous way of thinking, we need some evolution/

of the mind, body, spirit, create your own inner revolution/

it's the fusion slash confusion of two obese people procreating/

is it fair to that child, who down the road wishes he was never created/

yea, I get your point of view.  If we didn't have these people, blah, blah, mass chaos/

but what do we have now?  We got Madoffs, layoffs, country vs. country face offs/

we need to taper off.  If the supposed leaders won't fix it, try yourself/

starting with your inner-self, do what's right in your eyes, and have some morals/

moral of the story, don't impose ideals on anybody/

nobody likes to be told what to do. No general orders/

as soon as others sense you might be right, they will take the first steps, go past the corridors, and become the opposite of Mister Sinister's Marauders.

Die-it

Blood Type O Positive, I've been eating wrong all along
Since childhood, from McDonald's to BK; I'm not blaming you Mom
We both didn't know Diet was all; at least you weren't feeding me Psalm after Psalm
I'm glad I can complain about something so minor
Because some mom in Africa, can't even afford a liner
Her child is enslaved to be a Diamond Miner, and to her, no job is finer
We here in America, we have the choice to eat right
Depending on your class level, as well as genotype
Hype I am now, knowing how blood can affect Diet
Might it, even cause cancer, acne, all these things that hopefully only get discussed in our dreams
Certain foods can morph us into fiends
Eating disorders, both sexes throwing up what they eat, not only teens
Khalil The Heretic said we should all eat well, not only Kings
The political and religious elite, always believe they deserve more
All this worldly bullshit, can I dream that I can soar
Past the moon's core, away from this life's tour
Maybe another world will take me in
They'll say, "Ah, we've been waiting for you, Aaron"
And then, as I go to greet the peaceful Alien,
****BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP****

I've got a bone to pick with one species

Dogs barking, and barking, and barking
They believe they are similar to the anointed one
My two sense is that most owners have reversed the name God
And made it Dog
You see, people like Dogs more than their Gods
They praise them, display them, make up ways to embrace them
I know it's not too serious, maybe I'm being a little delirious
But when I'm trying to watch Donnie Darko, or even better, meditate
And all I hear is your little Shit-Zoo, I only hesitate
At the thought of correcting the whole situation,
Just like I would handle Joey The Situation
Please excuse me for my minor frustration
Remember, in other countries, viewed by secret satellite video stations
We learn that some people eat the dogs,
When with better ideas and thoughts, we could be worrying about future constellations
(Aquarian?)
Instead of hearing Lady Gaga on your dumbed down radio station
Let's all take an inner vacation, escape for a few hour
Stop focusing on the 7th tower
Realign, and shift your power
To positivity, infinity, the laws of trinity
You know, it just hit me
This poem started out about Dogs, but it morphed into a mystery
---------------------------------------------------
Will Mankind ever create a kind man?

Lost Humanity

When was the last time you felt like a human being?  Were you 10, having the time of your life at the local pond?  Or were you fighting with your sister, how could you be so mean?  We live in a world which rewards us when we conquer a country, when we get the new Audi, when we achieve stardom.  People think we are strange when we volunteer for good causes, stand up against corruption, label freedom as Free-Dumb.  We were once a great species, equipped with vast knowledge, using our big brains to understand our universe, outrunning Kudu over a 30 mile landscape.  We still have these magnificent tools, but we use them to read about the Tiger Woods' scandal instead of learning how to travel our galaxy more efficiently.  We use our tools to stress ourselves out for 10 hours a day at a job we absolutely hate, instead of releasing that energy to survive in the wilderness we once called home.  People, we have to get back to the basics.  Carry on our ancestor's tradition of evolution.  Continuously getting better physically, mentally and spiritually.  Connect with your neighbors, not with your favorite T.V. show's actor.  Teach your child what you have learned.  Don't ignore your seed just because your job drains all your energy from you.
These are things we should heed,
because without your corrupted officials taking the lead,
you will soon want all the help you will surely need

Greatness?

The honorable Carl Sagan once said, "We humans are capable of greatness." How true was he? When you look at the horrible newscasts going on everyday, and the numerous negative orientated media outlets, our future may not seem to so bright in your eyes. But our achievements, whether they be negative or positive, have shown me that humans can do anything we set our minds to. If we want to have huge ratings and only make money, we can make a show that has no human value, but the producers goal was achieved. If a family in America wants to know everything about Tom Cruise, they can do that, and they will most likely achieve their goal. We have an infinite knowledge database that is compiled of everything we currently know. And the most wonderful thing about it is, almost every person has access to it, whether it be their own home, a school, or a library. I believe our species is in an infant stage, and this time in our existence is extremely necessary. Historians will look back and point out all of our blunders, and will teach the children of their generations how to evolve their minds and not make those same mistakes. These thoughts give me an enormous amount of hope, in these dire times.

My Time on a Better Island

I wanted to travel to the Big Island after hearing how cheap the land out there was. That has been a recent dream of mine and the idea still sounds wonderful. I did very little reading, and may have been unprepared, but o well, even the well equipped sometimes lose their battles. I left work on a Tuesday, excited to escape my contract, my negative minded co-workers, my "supervisors", and the endless sounds of the city. Getting to the Big Island, I felt as though I just reached Oahu for the first time again. You can feel the island's presence, even if you are not connected soul to earth. I punched Cinderland's address into the GPS and started the Dodge Charger. As I got close to "4 corners", I saw what looked to be possible inhabitants of the tribe, selling "Eco Nuts". After my GPS failed to find the true destination of the hidden Cinderland, I drove back to the strangers to ask them for directions. I was met with both friendliness and my first surprise. Armpit hair! This truly was something I have never seen on a woman, but after learning how normal it really was, it became nothing more than hair. This reinforced my idea that something in one man’s world that could be accepted also could be accepted as taboo in another’s. After receiving guidance from my new neighbor, I arrived into the kitchen of the camp. Greeted by a few tenants, I was immediately welcomed with open arms. After eating some bananas from the land, I went to a Potluck at another village. Most of the food was vegetarian, with the exception of a little egg, and the meal easily satisfied my omnivorous appetite. I met a few intellectuals at the dinner and had amazing conversations about The Ringing Cedars Series, DNA plants, owning land, and of course life. After leaving Kurtistown with a full belly and mind, we headed to the camp for the night. My first day was more than a success, and it only got better. A few days later, I sat down with a realtor and then toured Hawaiian Acres. I was overcome with fear and doubts that I would fail at making it out here, and realizing my dream, but while reading ‘The Alchemist’, I learned that those emotions were as natural to the world as love. Knowing this, I pushed on. No big deal. After going to some of the properties with my realtor, I found an amazing lot, with many trees, which equals a lot of good soil, and that’s all I really needed to make my pick. My week long trip instantly became a success. During my time on the Big Island, I was shown not just properties. Residents of Cinderland took me to a few great tide pools and hot ponds. The ponds are amazing, having lava flowing right underneath them. I also went to the Volcano National Park, hiking through old lava tubes and valleys of barren rock. It reminded us of being on the moon.

Throughout my week I visited properties, various cities, and met wonderful people. I once thought that this world was too wretched to raise a child, but after seeing the communities children run around, I immediately changed my mind. These kids were different than regular American kids. They could hold a conversation with an adult, speak openly in large crowds, and introduce themselves in their own way. One of even randomly climbed on my back while I was doing some pull ups in the kitchen. Cinderland gave me a lot of hope for all of humanity. It showed me an alternate way of life, a life that was practiced by our ancestors. No, it was not a Utopia, but is there even such a thing in this life?

Anybody looking for something different than your regular nine to five job, five days a week, until you reach 65, should definitely visit an eco-village. Even if you go back to your life, you will gain a different perspective on life, and realize how your ancestor’s might have felt when they didn’t have to deal with stresses of this thing we now call “life”.

Here are some links to get you started.

http://cinderland.org/

http://directory.ic.org/records/ecovillages.php

http://hawaiianacres.org/

contracted out

If you came here tonight, trying to escape your current life

i'm right there with you, and i've recently realized my true might

i was once only 17, not having a single clue about what i wanted to do

so i hopped on a plane, about to start anew

i graduated BASIC, now i was a sailor, nobody now could label me as a failure

as i went to far away lands, i realized what our military actually did, gained america very few fans

i became lonely & depressed, my fellow workers didnt get it

the world wide web became my best friend, and i became a misfit

the net showed me the true power of knowledge and i kept wanting more

for now i can soar, to distant galaxies as well as deep into the earth's core

ive done two overseas tours, and i dont want this life anymore

but where will i work, there arent any jobs

that may be true, but honestly, i'd rather be poor

for i can not keep supporting war, this thing called the military industrial complex

battle after battle, country after country,

i wouldnt be able to live with myself

it's not that complex

sorry folks, i'm getting out, contract terminated

my soul will not be soled, my mind now recreated

rays of the sun permeated onto my skin

i do this for my future kin

there wont be a word for this thing we call sin

women, kids, and men, stand up and fight

not with your fists

but with your thoughts, your actions, your minds

let's Unite!