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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:01:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seven draw the blood of heaven, two dance with a third in the evening skies, waiting for a fourth's demise. mmmm, this obscurity shall lead to a purity, but it's face will not reveal as much, screaming as it does before the turn and subsequent wink 'n' smile, and I tire. A thousand suns passing through spiral fingers, food for a bird in flight. Are we all cannibals? Light is good sustenance, you know. So does the iris, as well as the one in between. Ask HRM! It's phenomenal...<br /><br />On the morrow winds I found what I will lose those many years ago while questioning the worth of the pond, and yet I cannot get through to you..ridiculous, the understatement, tries to explain this concept, but stumbled before it ever began, and a thousand windows became. <br /><br />Up, please, and up and up and up and up and, ooh, what's this over here? OOps, I forgot to reMember again...<br /><br />and then we laugh as the most scrutinous bullshitter attempts to wrap his head around utter simplicity. Nothings for granted, fool! Hahahahahaha....and god damn is still my name....<br /><br />The other half knows, but the merging is incomplete, and so the one called I shall walk down this shady street, stuck on repeat while the specifics are (oddly) refreshed. Stand on the rug a hundred hundred times, and it will be tugged over and over until there is no attention left. Numbness, the one bliss that seems guaranteed, yet the layers are crushing first half's dream of being freed. It's like an eternal Rubix onion for those that seek, an eternal extension in minds that don't speak or eat.  <br /><br />It wasn't an apple, it was Teonanactl of Agaria, and the fractals were the point, the fruition being the enticement. A violent explo-cosm, a vibrant fluer de lis, not one sided, as only a glance at the carving would reveal, for the pool runs deep and has it's connections lie in the elsewhere. Shall we now see how we can be, now be how we see, eternally? I shall nap on this, and wake up on another petal, blinded by the shinies til I forget here again, as it becomes there once more and the need to explore overtakes the need to remember the explorer...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Salvia Divining</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:23:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ItÂs been a couple of months since I did Salvia Divinorum in its 80X from, and I feel itÂs time to write out my take on what I experienced. First IÂd like to start by saying that this was not my first hallucinogenic experience and not my first Salvia trip. It was, however, my first time smoking more than 20x extract, as well as my strongest hallucination in my memory that I can recall. So here goesÂ<br />	It was another evening at my apartment, a hang out place for the local youth it seemed. My little brother had been showing people his little vial about 1/3 full of the sacred herb, trying to get someone to try it, as he was too afraid to try it himself. Many around here know of my experiences with mushrooms, LSA and other naturals(I donÂt favor the man-made stuffs) as well as my potent interest and experiences with the shamanic realms, so they suggested I take it and they could watch me on it. I agreed to partake, explaining that what they were about to see and what I was to experience were completely separate events and neither the spectators nor myself would ever know exactly what happened from the otherÂs perspective. I was to leave the consensus reality of that particular aspect of the Moment, I explained. <br />I took up my little zong, loaded a domer (personal bong hit of marijuana) and added the 1/3 of the vial of SD. I lit up, taking it all in, holding it for a few seconds, and finally blowing out, no cough. I sat there for a second, wondering if it was bunk and, under the advice of a friend, decided to lean back against the wall. <br />As soon as I connected with the wall, reality was cut into an infinite amount of frames, and as I was aware of this, I was also aware that I had no idea how long I had been in this state. It could have been a second or an hour, maybe longer, maybe shorter. The best I could describe the feeling is to say that I felt my being tied to all these frames, but they belonged together and I had fell through the cracks, as if my reality was akin to a meat log and some great being had began chopping pieces off of it, not realizing there was a whole reality, maybe many, all bundled up in this log. <br />As I felt this, another curious thing had occurred. It felt as though half of my face, my lower body and some of my upper body had fell out of the normal reality and the other half was outside of the ÂlogÂ of possible realities. I could see into my room, yet I could also see this street from the perspective of a giant cylinder or soda bottle rolling down the street. On and on it rolled for what seemed like weeks, with me hanging partway out, completely alarmed and helpless. I could also feel my other body rolling around in my room, the gravitational effects of rolling in the cylinder completely affecting my normal body. The meaty feeling was extremely uncomfortable, something IÂd rather not experience again, but, being a psychonaut, I most likely will again, either in another trip or in dreaming. <br />I decided I had to push my way to the end of the cylinder, sort of wading through the frames of realities for an indeterminable amount of time until the cylinder began to narrow. Words cannot express how relieved I was to know that there was an end, a possible way out if I could force myself out. And that I did, though it was very difficult and somewhat painful. <br />There I was, standing in a cartoonish world on a street, free of feeling attached to everyone and everything in those realities, another feeling I abhorred. It was like the tapestry of reality was a thin layer, and whenever my being was pressed up, plugged into it, I could feel the entire tapestry. Back on topic, there was this man leaning up against a wall on the left side of the street. He looked cartoonish as well, and his head resembled the statues of Easter Island and HawaiÂi (I think) and went halfway down his torso. He was completely emotionless. I deemed these men the ÂguardiansÂ of the realities, making sure no one accidentally slipped in between as I had done. When he saw me, he and a friend from a nearby side road came running after me. I decided it best to jump back through what now were like gateways to my possible realities and take my chances there.<br /> I saw my bed through my bodyÂs perspective in one of the realities of my room that was similar to the one I had fell out of, except almost all the people were gone. I jumped up into it, grabbing my bed and trying to pull myself up into it (the reality). I felt someone grab my legs and turned to see the guardians attempting  to pull me back between the cracks to who knows what heinous realm of existence. I was alarmed at first, but shock quickly turned to anger and the desire to escape from these bastards and I began kicking the sh!t out of them until my brother and the only other person in the room grabbed my arms and pulled me up into the reality completely. They were asking me if I was ok, to which I replied Âfuck no!Â <br />The gu... ]]></description>
                <author>~Acro88</author>
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                <title>The Zeitgeist Movement</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 02:17:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Please post this in your bulletins and blogs on all sites you blog if you agree with this.<br />Thank you<br /><br />You may have seen the movie Zeitgeist or its conclusion, Zeitgeist: Addendum from the zeitgeistmovie. com site, but have you heard of the Zeitgeist Movement?<br /><br /><br />The Goal:<br />The Means is the End:<br />We intend to restore the fundamental necessities and environmental awareness of the species through the avocation of the most current understandings of who and what we truly are, coupled with how science, nature and technology (rather than religion, politics and money) hold the keys to our personal growth, not only as individual human beings, but as a civilization, both structurally and spiritually. The central insights of this awareness is the recognition of the Emergent and Symbiotic elements of natural law and how aligning with these understandings as the bedrock of our personal and social institutions, life on earth can and will flourish into a system which will continuously grow in a positive way, where negative social consequences, such as social stratification, war, biases, elitism and criminal activity will be constantly reduced and, idealistically, eventually become nonexistent within the spectrum of human behavior itself.<br /><br />This possibility is, of course, very difficult for most humans to consider, for we have been conditioned by society to think that crime, corruption and dishonesty is "the way it is" and that there will always be people who want to abuse, hurt and take advantage of others. Religion is the largest promoter of this propaganda, for the "us and them" or "good and evil" mentality promotes this false assumption.<br /><br />The reality is that we live in a society that produces Scarcity. The consequence of this scarcity is that human beings must behave in self preserving ways, even if it means they have to cheat and steal in order to get what they want. Our research has concluded that Scarcity is one of the most fundamental causes of aberrant human behavior, while also leading to complex forms of neurosis in other ways. A statistical look at drug addition, crime and incarceration statistics, finds that poverty and unhealthy social conditions comprise the life experience of those who engage in such behavior.<br /><br />Human beings are not good or bad... they are running, forever changing compositions of the life experience(s) that influence them. The "quality" of a human being ( if there was such a thing ) is directly related to the upbringing and thus belief systems they have been conditioned into.<br /><br />This simple reality has been grossly overlooked and today people primitively think that competition, greed and corruption are "hardwired" elements of human behavior and, in turn, we must have prisons, police and hence a hierarchy of differential control in order for society to deal with these "tendencies". This is totally illogical and false.<br /><br /><br />The bottom line is that in order to change things for the better fundamentally, you must begin to address root causes. The current societies system of "punishment" is outmoded, inhumane, and unproductive. When a serial killer is caught, most people jump up and down and scream for the death of that person. This is backwards. A truly sane society, which understands what we are and how our value systems are created, would take the individual and learn the reasons behind his or her violent actions. This information would then go to a research department which considers how to stop such conditions from occurring through education.<br /><br /><br />It is time to stop the patchwork. It is time to begin a new social approach which is updated to present day knowledge. Sadly, society today is still largely based on outmoded, superstitious dispositions and resolutions.<br /><br /><br />It is also important to point out that there are no utopias or endings. All evidence points to perpetual change on all levels. In turn, it is our personal actions everyday of our lives that mold and perpetuate the social systems we have in place. Yet, paradoxically, it is also our environmental influences which create our perspectives and hence world views. Therefore, true change will come not only from adjusting your personal understandings and decisions, but equally from changing the social structures that influence these understandings and decisions.<br /><br /><br />The elite power systems are little effected in the long run by traditional protest and political movements.<br />We must move beyond these 'establishment rebellions' and work with a tool much more powerful:<br />We will stop supporting the system, while constantly advocating knowledge, peace, unity and compassion. We cannot "fight the system". Hate, anger and the 'war' mentality is a failed means for change, for it perpetuates the same tool the corrupt, established power systems use to maintain control to begin with.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The... ]]></description>
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                <title>Subject</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 13:47:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its been a while...I don't have internet anymore so I haven't posted much. I'm going on a solo camping/hiking trip type thing for around a month. When I get back I will be posting all the stuff I've been wanting to and all the journals from my trip. Peace<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ze 'ip 'op riggady rhyme</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 11:32:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ These days seems like the ending of something. Not summer, yet maybe tied into this pattern...Like things falling away while others are brought into clearer focus. What is going on with this plane? Don't act like you don't know.....<br /><br />For those that have seen the hip hop I've been doing, I have much to post soon. I decided to complete Sunburn myself, which is turning out effin great! I've found my voice and plan on recording some soon(I hope). <br /><br />Then there's this prospect of leaving for the wild..I have many free clean and renewable energy source ideas, the twenty dollar wind concept looking like the one I'm gonna do to keep the laptop going out there...<br /><br />must smoke pot with friend that has arrived now...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Acro88</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:32:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ha! forgot to change my mood from aroused.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Acro88</author>
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                <title>Ashes on violence</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 15:38:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this is so good, I just had to post a journal of it. Well done, ashestoinfinity!<br />
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<a href="http://ashes2infinity.deviantart.com/art/Thoughts-on-Violence-67176497">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Acro88</author>
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                <title>A plague upon your hissings</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:08:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you feel a bit confused by your local religious fanatics?<br />
Does your government have your mind running in tiresome circles, twisting it into a knot so thick you've nearly stopped caring about anything at all?<br />
Do you sense everything is being run by a small group of people behind the scenes?<br />
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If you said yes to at least one of these questions, Zeitgeist may be the perfect cure for you!<br />
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For more information click here! <a href="http://zeitgeistmovie.com/">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Acro88</author>
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