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Introduction:
I'm a new-age hippie biker, closet intellectual, sidewalk philosopher, subway platform poet with musician's ears. I like reading about quantum science, psychology, alternate states of consciousness, and the future potential of humanity. Frustration is a form of confusion, which asks "I know I can make things better, so why don't I?" I build or customize my own rides (recently turned my sporty into a trike). I'm not a loner, but I usually ride alone for the solitude and the freedom. New riding and conversational company is always welcome. |
Turn ons:
The True, The Beautiful, and The Good |
Turn offs:
Malignant unbridled aggression and all-consuming acquisitiveness |
Ideal:
Do you remember what it was like to be a happy, optomistic, and inocent little girl? Can you break through the years and years of pain and disappointment to bring her back, close enough to the surface so I can see her smile? | |
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Activities:
ridin' renchin' readin' relaxin' and rockin' & rollin'
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Interests:
Reading your mind.
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Favorite Music:
In the earliest of times humans communicated their emotions telepathically. Later, sounds became an additional means to broadcast their feelings. Simple sounds became musical as human consciousness expanded. Language eventually became the method humans used to compare their perception of the objects in their world, leaving music to communicate their feelings. Finally lyrical songs brought together her 'music of the heart' with his 'language of the mind', and today we communicate our most profound joy, and our most painful sorrow by writing, or listening to, a song. Music is all that remains of the forgotten ability to read each others heart. Yet, I still try...
More About Music: Aliens use music to plot the progress of our human species. Long ago, when they began to monitor the Earth, they filtered out speech as an unreliable communication form because it is often polluted by ambiguous, contradictory, and hypocritical symbols from which nothing reliable can be learned. When humans wish to obstruct, confuse, and obfuscate the truth, they mostly use the language of words. Whereas, vibrations associated with what humans call music are the most consistently reliable forms of communication; the only forms of communication that have unambiguously reflected the mood and progress of entire civilizations over the entire span of our peculiar evolutionary history. Their focus would have been different of course, had they been interested in choosing sides, or purchasing a product, or joining a group promising enlightenment, etc. Then, perhaps, the spoken word would have been useful to them. These aliens distinguish us humans by three categorical groups: 1) Those who create music 2) Those who listen to music 3) Those who do neither The one they respect most is the creator group; the composers, musicians, and producers who are responsible, both for chronicling, and for broadcasting human history. Without this group, these aliens never would have even noticed us, because they had long filtered out the language of words from their regular scans of the universe. If they could use words, they would tell us that music is like the connective tissue between the embryonic human and it’s cosmic parent; an umbilical through which nourishment flows in both directions. They would tells us that they had long ago struggled with the dichotomy between love and fear, having transcended this duality by eliminating their language of words. Even human protestations of love are usually made because of fear; fear of being unloved; fear of being alone in an ultimately connected and unified cosmos. Do you see the contradiction? Sure, they’re also fond of the second group (listeners of music) because listeners form the control group creating the framework of their statistical analysis. The emotional signals produced by this group indicate the level of genuine agreement, and therefore the amplitude of congruence with the group of music creators. These signals together coalesce the mixed sentiment of human progress into a reliable description (and historical record) of our species. When I get really high, I can see this transparent conduit; this connection between the collective consciousness and my own personal consciousness. I can see the essential musical flow within it, and sometimes the direction of flow; the sound of the information emanating from our musicians being broadcast into the noosphere, and the different sound of the information coming from our alien friends into our Earthly environment from the noosphere. Humans create and broadcast music that can be interpreted as reflections of confusion and frustration with small glimmers of hope and what we call love. Some human music is created for planetary broadcast, and some for broadcast into the cosmos. Our far neighbors broadcast to us music that reflects a blissful state of love and peace. It always amazes me how human musicians can so accurately translate their incoming messages. The next time you get high, listen, not only for the songs that chronicle our progress as a species, but listen also for the songs that seem to be coming from those who are monitoring our progress from afar. Whenever I do, I get a clear and encouraging impression of a loving and blissful cosmos; of the existence of beings who are monitoring our progress with good intentions. No, I don’t know what the agenda of these aliens is any better than you do, but I do know that we are being monitored in the only reliable way, by beings more advanced than we can ever imagine. ***If their resulting statistical analysis could take the form of a percentage, it’d be interesting to know if their perception regarding our survival as a species reflects a 60% - 40% split, or is it more like 40% - 60%?*** Are you a musician? If you are, what a grand honor you have in communicating our unambiguous essence, our troubled existence, and our evolutionary progress to the rest of the universe! Alas, I am but a listener of music; one voice of agreement. But I listen well, as you can plainly see.
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Favorite TV Shows:
The News Hour, Jon Stewart & Steven Colbert.
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Favorite Movies:
Phenomonon, Powder, Bicentennial Man, The Fifth Element.
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Favorite Books:
The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram
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Favorite Quotes:
Like a lighthouse before you at the edge of the sea Stands a woman who's grip holds when you slip ~David Crosby
"We are drowning in information starving for wisdom and sinking up to our neck in BULLSHIT!" -Neon
"I should thank the natural foods that I eat because they can thank God better than I" -Neon
"We don’t run from a burning building after we smell smoke. First someone has to be killed by the fire. That’s how ‘intelligent’ we’ve become" -Neon
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About Me:
A friendly loner. Simple, yet complex. Sinful, yet angelic, Intelligent, yet ignorant...
I wish to faithfully represent the repressed minorities in the kingdom of my mind in their effort to win their rights and eventually, their FREEDOM!!!!
About the Future: An increasing number of us can perceive a reality beyond our five senses, beyond the neat and tidy perceptions that our twentieth-century captains of science have limited us to. What you need to visit this reality is a non-ordinary state of consciousness. Once our consciousness is altered, the impressions we get in these extraordinary states of awareness question our assumptions about material reality. The deeper we go down this rabbit hole, these questions evolve into answers; confusing answers that tell us that we are all organs, and organisms, of a greater life form known as Planet Earth, and that we all have symbiont souls who make up an even greater spiritual life form known clumsily to humanity as ‘God’. Sometimes this confusion turns to frustration as we ponder our precarious future together in this biosphere named Gaia. We are stuck in a state of reductionist, material consciousness, which says, “These are the things that really matter.” And, “These are the things that really count”. In an altered state of consciousness we can clearly see that the very symbols we use to describe reality have locked us in this prison of our five senses. The words “matter” and “count” and “things” reveal a childish and obsolete point of view. These are but some of the invisible prison bars of our confinement, and altered states of consciousness are the keys to our freedom. We are quickly running out of ‘things’ that we can ‘count’ on. How insidious, the word ‘matter’... as if some ‘thing’ is all we need to survive as a species. How childish we still are! Like a self absorbed adolescent, we think we're ultimately smarter than anyone; that the whole universe revolves around us! Quantum science is gradually breaking through these prison bars, to give us a new profound prospective on reality, but such transitions take centuries, because language (the word symbols we use to communicate) is so slow to adapt to such a gradual adjustment in consciousness. It has taken us many centuries to get from the Stone Age to here. But based on our current rate of unsustainable progress, we don’t have centuries! There have been times in human history when spontaneous mutations have occurred in brain chemistry and physiology that have resulted in an accelerated evolution of human consciousness, enabling, for instance, such advantages for survival as tool-making, and language. We desperately need a similar mutation to occur right now, resulting in an evolved state of consciousness, a Metanoia, that enables us to ‘see’ that which today we cannot see with our five senses. The true reality, which an increasing number of us can see, cannot be adequately described because our language is materially based and is missing the necessary descriptive terms. One must venture out of their daylight consciousness to see this reality for themselves (or read of other adventurers who have been there). Courageously take a trip in an expanded state of consciousness to a new world for a taste of what must soon come, and pray for the mutation to occur in time!
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