"Thoughts are scalar waves."

I rarely post others work using rather a pointer. But this interview with Harold Kautz Vella covers just about everything and a most important work to spend your time on....There are 3 parts to the interview. I am linking to the first part onlywhich directs to the site where the entire interview is posted.

Bases 46 Harald Kautz-Vella, Black Goo

The Hippies Were Right

Through all the years, through all the noise, what settles out from all the chaos, is that the lifestyle that the hippies were trying to move society towards, was the absolute honest and real way that most thoughtful people today are now understanding that we should be living - a life in line with nature and Mother Earth.

Forgetting all the drugs and the Charlie Manson psyops, the desire of many of the youth of the 60's and 70's was to live a freer, less encumbered life than that of their parents. The huge movement away from the industrialized farming started with the hippies. Care for the environment started with the hippies. An economy based on bartering and away from the banks, credit and debt was started with the hippies. Social equality, sharing with the less fortunate and placing less emphasis on Madison Avenue and more on community started with the hippies.

I laugh when I read prepper sites, and natural food sites. Growing food and selling it at farmers markets or cooperatives all started with the hippie movement. Using natural herbs and oils for healing and well-being started with the hippies. Meditation and yoga for spiritual growth and peace started with the hippies - and we did it without charging for it. People would just put up a flier and get together without the head trips and money worship of today. I can't even afford to go to yoga classes anymore.

I know this to be true, because I was there - I lived it and it was a beautiful thing.

We didn't have cellphones or laptops and we started the mantra to throw out your TV. We didn't wear make-up and spend money we didn't have on the latest fashion - we made our own, outside the mainstream. We didn't go to beauty salons or barbers - we cut our own hair and even made our own shampoos and soaps - all later co-opted by good old capitalism. I remember when no one wore Birkenstocks except hippies, and boy, were they ever scorned!  Things really started to degenerate in the mid to late 70's. Drug dealers, shysters, con-men religious guru types and more came on the scene to steal it all away.

Yes, we smoked marijuana but it was in a community way - people brought what they had and shared it. It wasn't really a commodity in those days and all that changed with cocaine. I know it's hard for some people to understand because that all changed one day in 1969, when we saw this everywhere:

The controllers were letting you know that this is what will happen to your children if they become a hippie. This was the death sentence of the hippie movement and what has resulted today - GM foods, toxic air & water, people fined for growing their own food, so-called "organic" produce from multi-billion dollar corporations.

Vincent Bugliosi certainly did his job right with his "Helter Skelter" trial all directed for the masses to become very, very afraid of anything hippie. Sound familiar? This event set the stage for so much that is out of control today. It stole from us our simple sovereign human right to exist.

I would go back to that time in a heartbeat. Maybe most of us were naive, but we trusted each other and wanted to build a society based on cooperation - not competition. That all came to an end through the hype of the MSM that the hippies were all about sex and drugs - the real story was never told. We were a threat to the consumer culture that has now taken over everything. I can't even buy a pair of pajamas for my grandson without seeing some sort of advertising on it.

I don't know what happened to most of my generation - a lot have died, lost hope and became very bitter or became part of the matrix. It was all part of the plan. What is going on today did not just happen overnight. It all started with Charlie and Vincent.

I remain hopeful that this too shall pass and the empire will end. We shall overcome...

The Dao of Mad Max: Fury Road

In this scene from George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road, Max (played by Tom Hardy) explains to Furiosa (played by Charlize Theron) that the only way to freedom is to go back to the Citadel, the dreaded hell hole from which they had just successfully made their escape. Their original destination, the Green Place of her childhood and from where she was kidnapped has disintegrated into a wasteland.

Furiosa is totally perplexed by this extremely counter intuitive theory that Max presents to her, but realizes there really is no other hope for them, except to return and maybe somehow get inside the gates of the Citadel before Immortan Joe and the War Boys, thereby saving the The Five Wives (now only four). The Citadel is now the only place of water and greenery, but the people are all slaves.

Earlier in the film, when Max asks Furiosa why she was trying to save the Five Wives, which was an act of treason, she exclaimed with one word, "Redemption". From what was she redeeming herself?

Dr. Miller seems to be giving us a lesson here springing directly from Mahayana (literally, "the great vehicle") Buddhism. The Bodhisattva (Max) can reach Nirvana, not just by just releasing himself from suffering (his mask), but also by helping other sentient beings on the right path (Fury Road) to liberation from Samsara (the wasteland). Thus,the bodhisattva can attain pure Buddhahood (Trikaya) through compassion and transcendent wisdom.

Before his death, Philip K. Dick was working on his next novel,  The Owl in Daylight,  in which he was pursuing a story of this same concept. From The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick (p. 878).

Deconstructed, this pertains to all the avatars, Christ included. But Gautama most especially in the bodhisattva concept regarding compassion specifically expressed as : voluntarily returning to the maze; that is, the ultimate paradox of the maze, its quintessential ingenuity of construction, is that the only real way out is a voluntary way back in (into it and its power), which is the path of the bodhissatva. The maze, then, is one colossal and absolute Chinese finger trap. 

If the final paradox of the maze is that the only way you can escape it is voluntarily to go back in, then maybe we are here voluntarily; we came back in. Hence release - to nirvana- consists of anamnesis...the loss of forgetefulness...thus my salvation was assured not by what I did in this lifetime but by this lifetime as such.


Furiosa, having now accepted this challenge of going "back in" to the matrix, has thus been redeemed - her karma has been cleared.

The solidification of this ying/yang synergy between Max and Furiosa lastly symbolized by the blood transfusion - the act of selflessness is complete. The flow of energy from the enlightened one to the one on the path. The Circle is complete. The balance is achieved.

In the final scenes, Max delivers the group safely into the Citadel and Immortan Joe is dead. Instead of staying with the others and receiving praises of its citizens, Max drifts through the crowds walking away - he has attained true emptiness - enlightened non-attachment of the Buddha.

Now that Furiosa is back in the Citadel and understands why she is there, what arises next is still in the mind of Dr. Miller.

For another good analysis of the film, please read this great essay from The Daily Grail

Review: Mad Max - Fury Road

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I've been experiencing this a lot lately - very strongly last night. Usually referred to as alternate universes, I find myself walking between worlds now - in and out. But, last night, I didn't think I was going to come back.

Trying to remember my experiences during this "time" is somewhat like trying to make out specific words of a distant whisper or flashes of ephemera wafting through the room. Trying to catch it and stare at it is impossible.

It's getting closer, though...

Philip K. Dick likened it to the grooves on a record and the needle follows the grooves unless it skips to another groove suddenly, there is no notice of the grooves as the needle progresses along it's predestined path.

From The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick...

"...If you have followed my conjectures about the overlapping of these alternate worlds, and you sense as I do the possibility that if there are three there may be thirty or three thousand of them - and that some of us live in this one, others of us in another one, others in others, and that events in one track cannot be perceived by persons not in that track."

                                                                                 - The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick

"Do Mail Robots Dream of Electric Sheep"

I love when great synchronicity happens...and it happened for me this week. And, of course, it has to do with Philip K. Dick - YES!

On Thursday, my son, Trevor, sent an article on the great Sean Young and how she and Darryl Hannah are virtually ignored in discussions of Blade Runner, focusing more on the male actors/director. We emailed back and forth on the state of women in Hollywood and, in general, how they are eaten alive and spit out.

Blade Runner’s Sean Young: ‘If I were a man I’d have been treated better’

Then Thursday night I watched the new episode of The Americans entitled, "Do Mail Robots Dream of Electric Sheep: - Whooaaa!!

 In keeping in Kindred spirit of Dick's amazing novel, Elizabeth Jennings, the lead female in The Americans, takes on the role of Deckard.

As a "true believer", Elizabeth is on a mission to rid the world of evil no matter how much collateral damage she has to invoke. and then having to face that she has become the evil one herself, thus embodying the great Dick paradox of the story and an idea that haunted Dick from the early days when researching the Nazi culture for his most lauded novel, The Man in the High Castle.

All things Dick and I applaud the writers of The Americans for honoring him with this great episode!

Have a listen to the great man himself and his definition of an android - this is a wonderful and funny interview especially what he has to say about Hollywood!!

Philip K. Dick: The Blade Runner Interview

The worm has turned...O Happy Day!!

"The empire never ended."

...and Philip K. Dick is always right. It's happening NOW...stay above the chaos.

Je Suis Ragle Gumm

I just started watching The Maze Runner last night; had a string of lucid dreams which would stop and start up again where it left off as I would awaken and then fall back to sleep.

 And now today…

 I am Ragle Gumm.  

Similar to The Maze Runner, Ragle Gumm is a rat in a maze, manipulated by a government conspiracy, or more specifically, the subject of a military experiment/special operations.

Ragle Gumm is the main character in Philip K. Dick’s Time Out of Joint. He believes he is living in a safe, humdrum peaceful world of 1959 and wins the daily newspaper contest, when in reality, he is living in a simulated environment developed by the military industrial complex tasked with predicting nuclear strikes.  Gradually, through the breakdown of the matrix, Gumm becomes AWARE of what has happened to him and plans to escape his captives.

I am feeling the matrix very strongly this week, particularly today. Becoming aware of its existence is half the battle and knowing and utilizing the tools to escape is the other half which at certain times is very difficult to do as the matrix feels like it is squeezing or closing in on me and playing the joker with this Mercury Retrograde thingie right now.

 I have to laugh. 

The same scenarios playing over and over, taling to people and feeling like you are talking Chinese instead of English because no one understands a word you say; things having to be done and redone, over and over – the stagnation is overwhelming. Best to see it for what it is, have a laugh and watch Abbot and Costello – “who’s on first, what’s on second”

Time to go inward…time to blank slate myself…no time…ahhhh