How does morality work in the human mind? This video is fascinating.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
The Eyes of The Shepherdess
This post could be called "Sailing Past The Sirens"
I have an announcement, W.J. lied to me....there was no circus tent! There was just this ominous smokey cloud that came in from the west that engulfed me in a transforming matrix of alternating metallic colors, orange and blue vibrating into red and white and back again. The pattern was an apple-core quilt style with a dot right in the center of each piece. The quilt wrapped around me and my sympathetic vibrating harmonized with the nano-colors as fabric passed through me destabilizing everything I have ever known to be true.
At some point, I realized I had entered a portal of infinity with nothing to hold on to. I was scared shitless as every molecule in my body was vibrating at bee speed, and getting louder. I also knew that I was on my own, all alone, and if I did not make it back, I would be folded by this undulating matrix into the fossil record of infinity.
For reasons of safety and self preservation, I moved away from the vortex, not sure if I was pulling this new reality with me, contaminating other areas, or if its gravity was weakening. Time and space were definitely stretching. Only at this point did I wake my other and ask for help, only to confront an enraged archetype that had been summoned from hell against her wishes. I was standing naked before Isis, and it was not pretty.
"I saw a big circus tent, and I crawled over to it and lifted the canvas and looked inside."
"What did you see?"
"Everything!"
-- as retold by Johnny W.
I have an announcement, W.J. lied to me....there was no circus tent! There was just this ominous smokey cloud that came in from the west that engulfed me in a transforming matrix of alternating metallic colors, orange and blue vibrating into red and white and back again. The pattern was an apple-core quilt style with a dot right in the center of each piece. The quilt wrapped around me and my sympathetic vibrating harmonized with the nano-colors as fabric passed through me destabilizing everything I have ever known to be true.
At some point, I realized I had entered a portal of infinity with nothing to hold on to. I was scared shitless as every molecule in my body was vibrating at bee speed, and getting louder. I also knew that I was on my own, all alone, and if I did not make it back, I would be folded by this undulating matrix into the fossil record of infinity.
For reasons of safety and self preservation, I moved away from the vortex, not sure if I was pulling this new reality with me, contaminating other areas, or if its gravity was weakening. Time and space were definitely stretching. Only at this point did I wake my other and ask for help, only to confront an enraged archetype that had been summoned from hell against her wishes. I was standing naked before Isis, and it was not pretty.
Industrial Disease
Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
Theres rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
Theres a meeting in the boardroom theyre trying to trace the smell
Theres leaking in the washroom theres a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
goodness me could this be industrial disease?
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
Theyre refusing to be pacified its him they blame the most
The watchdogs got rabies the foremans got fleas
And everyones concerned about industrial disease
Theres panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows its the industrial disease
The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over theres an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean industrial disease
Doctor parkinson declared Im not surprised to see you here
Youve got smokers cough from smoking, brewers droop from drinking beer
I dont know how you came to get the betty davis knees
But worst of all young man youve got industrial disease
He wrote me a prescription he said you are depressed
But Im glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease
I go down to speakers corner Im thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say theyre jesus one of them must be wrong
Theres a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
Theyre pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease
Meanwhile the first jesus says Id cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other ones on a hunger strike hes dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease
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