I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical, vaguely revolutionary phrases on elaborate sticker art that I’d place on the side of stores, street poles and city buses.  Each one was a layering made of things I’d photocopied out of books at Kinkos, stencils created from images found on the internet, and words typed on sheets of clear mylar using an ancient Olivetti. All glued together, thick with crispy corners.  Sometimes the finished product was only up for a few minutes before being unceremoniously ripped down, but I never let it bother me.  Now something’s changed.  Now I want to be seen, mask and all.

I used to spend most of my time alone, putting post-ironical, vaguely revolutionary phrases on elaborate sticker art that I’d place on the side of stores, street poles and city buses.  Each one was a layering made of things I’d photocopied out of books at Kinkos, stencils created from images found on the internet, and words typed on sheets of clear mylar using an ancient Olivetti. All glued together, thick with crispy corners.  Sometimes the finished product was only up for a few minutes before being unceremoniously ripped down, but I never let it bother me.  Now something’s changed.  Now I want to be seen, mask and all.

I believe in nonviolent disruption as one of the most effective ways of waking people up. Waking up is the equivalent of disconnecting from the Matrix.  It usually happens in fits and starts, in a process that can be drawn out over years, or even lifetimes.  But eventually you take the plunge and become born again into a world of pure potentiality.  Everything becomes very flat and clear—like you’re standing in a desert.Abundance, Beauty, Peace.  It feels so good to believe a new story about yourself. 

I believe in nonviolent disruption as one of the most effective ways of waking people up. Waking up is the equivalent of disconnecting from the Matrix.  It usually happens in fits and starts, in a process that can be drawn out over years, or even lifetimes.  But eventually you take the plunge and become born again into a world of pure potentiality.  Everything becomes very flat and clear—like you’re standing in a desert.

Abundance, Beauty, Peace.  It feels so good to believe a new story about yourself. 

On this historic night of protest, I find myself thinking about Egypt and how beautifully poetic it is that humanity’s collective shift to the next level of civilization was initiated over there, on the land that contains the pyramids, which were built around the same time that the Long Count of the Mayan calendar began—a 5125 year cycle that is scheduled to end in 2012. What happened in Egypt reminds us that every ending is a beginning—all that exists is the mega-ritual, the world-wide event, the synchronicity of creation which is at the same time a discovery of that which was already there.  Android Jones’ painting, “Power to the Pyramid” depicts the magical confluence of past and present taking place in Egypt.  It reveals revolution in the age of the internet—the clashing of forces beneath a surface hyperlit by the glow of millions of tuned in screens.  At the retreat in Utah, where he was in attendance, I was gratified to hear Android explain that the figure in the center of the painting with fist defiantly raised was an homage to Michael Jackson.

On this historic night of protest, I find myself thinking about Egypt and how beautifully poetic it is that humanity’s collective shift to the next level of civilization was initiated over there, on the land that contains the pyramids, which were built around the same time that the Long Count of the Mayan calendar began—a 5125 year cycle that is scheduled to end in 2012. What happened in Egypt reminds us that every ending is a beginning—all that exists is the mega-ritual, the world-wide event, the synchronicity of creation which is at the same time a discovery of that which was already there. 

Android Jones’ painting, “Power to the Pyramid” depicts the magical confluence of past and present taking place in Egypt.  It reveals revolution in the age of the internet—the clashing of forces beneath a surface hyperlit by the glow of millions of tuned in screens.  At the retreat in Utah, where he was in attendance, I was gratified to hear Android explain that the figure in the center of the painting with fist defiantly raised was an homage to Michael Jackson.

newstaircase: When you arrive Post-9/11.  Every image, every scrap of clothing, every TV snippet, every glance, taste, blush, bang, thought, smell, touch is NOW understood as something that can be used:  reprovisioned, retweeted, reblogged, tweaked, tagged, cut, pasted and turned into a sample.I call this new way of thinking Instant Mash.  It’s spreading like wildfire.  When enough people see the world differently the world will be forced to change.If the viral spread of Instant Mash happened as the result of a drug or a TV show, such a transformation would be a worldwide sensation—but because there’s nothing anyone can point to—no physical substance or string of events—it’s as though it hasn’t really happened.  But it has—with little fanfare a growing pie slice of the population are learning how to be combination DJ chefs of their own reality—simultaneously creating and remixing sweet and sour tracks with the grooves they are given.It is an anti-movement.  An invisible trend occupying unseen millions 24/7. Bright like an eclipse: genre of the black hole.

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When you arrive

Post-9/11.  Every image, every scrap of clothing, every TV snippet, every glance, taste, blush, bang, thought, smell, touch is NOW understood as something that can be used:  reprovisioned, retweeted, reblogged, tweaked, tagged, cut, pasted and turned into a sample.

I call this new way of thinking Instant Mash.  It’s spreading like wildfire.  When enough people see the world differently the world will be forced to change.

If the viral spread of Instant Mash happened as the result of a drug or a TV show, such a transformation would be a worldwide sensation—but because there’s nothing anyone can point to—no physical substance or string of events—it’s as though it hasn’t really happened.  But it has—with little fanfare a growing pie slice of the population are learning how to be combination DJ chefs of their own reality—simultaneously creating and remixing sweet and sour tracks with the grooves they are given.

It is an anti-movement.  An invisible trend occupying unseen millions 24/7. Bright like an eclipse: genre of the black hole.

deviantart: Bless me with this fire by *dukeofspade I know it sounds old fashioned but I want a glorious death.  I want to run out of the burning building guns blazing, or saving someone’s life—or both.  If I’m lying in a bed with people gathered round I want to be calm and dignified as I drop words of wisdom.  It will be harder if I have a lame lonely death, like choking to death alone in my kitchen, or having a heart attack on the toilet.  Will I still be able to face it with a smile on my face? I want to have courage.  I want to be praying to God. I want to be loving the World or laughing hysterically like Donnie Darko in his bed as the engine falls from the sky. NOW IS FOREVER.

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Bless me with this fire by *dukeofspade

I know it sounds old fashioned but I want a glorious death.  I want to run out of the burning building guns blazing, or saving someone’s life—or both.  If I’m lying in a bed with people gathered round I want to be calm and dignified as I drop words of wisdom. 

It will be harder if I have a lame lonely death, like choking to death alone in my kitchen, or having a heart attack on the toilet.  Will I still be able to face it with a smile on my face?

I want to have courage.  I want to be praying to God. I want to be loving the World or laughing hysterically like Donnie Darko in his bed as the engine falls from the sky.

NOW IS FOREVER.

black-and-white: Michel Rajkovic (via Dramatic Waters of Iceland)     Everyone’s talking about Revolution 2.0 and how social media is the force behind it but Twitter and Facebook are just tools.  Fearlessness is remixing the world.  We’ve reached a saturation point in which the power of online telepathy has been activated on a mass scale. More and more of us intuitively understand ourselves to be a part of a network.   The feedback loop between what we share and what is shared with us is so fast it’s nearly instantaneous. Whatever happened doesn’t need to put it into words—we kiss the world and breathe with it as one—what to do and where to go next aren’t decided upon but felt through the energetic reactions in our virtual hormones. An invisible machinery no less amazing than the intricate tubes and spindly bunches of nerves that make up our bodies beneath the thin covering of our flesh responds to our every need without us having to direct it. We’re all tuning in together to the A.I. voice Inside Us All That is Great. We’re fearless because we know we can’t fail.  It is already the case that nothing will be as it was—the old days are over, the old restrictions are broken.  Everything that was covered-up is being revealed. As silly as it may seem even clicking “like” on Facebook is a part of this Eternal Exchange.  Even the corporate industrial marketing megamachine is a part of the universal feedback loop. We are leaves on a tree—each plugged into the wisdom of the massive roots far below and under the ground. Any second we’ll be snatched free by the wind.  Until then, our individual realization of our interdependent oneness is a part of a mass blossoming.  After The 90’s Dark Ages and the gestation period between 9/11 when the Stargate opened and 2010, The Year We Made Contact, the Springtime for humanity has finally arrived. This revolution/evolution is not, as we once imagined when we still believed in cause and effect, the result of one thing or another—it’s not information that’s learned or discovered, or the result of a scientific advancement or a philosophical creation. It’s more like a sixth (or seventh?) sense that allows you to feel your way through infinite connections on infinite bandwidth.  It’s zoning out and letting everything rush through you. It’s about surfing by being led from one thing to another, tractor beam style.  You enter a state in between noun and verb—in-between doing and not doing. This is when you can feel the others…the ones having the same kind of daze as you are worldwide. Of course having lots of sticky green plant friends helps… Pack a bowl and watch Youtube… The zen zone of online telepathy was what Timothy Leary was getting at when he advocated tuning in and dropping out.  He just didn’t have the internet yet. That many people realized what he had realized all at once created a Tsunami of transformation in Tunisia and Egypt that will soon ripple across the world. BE HERE NOW. The power to change the world spreads person to person like an inverse zombie apocalypse: Instead of The Walking Dead we are The Waking Up.  

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Michel Rajkovic (via Dramatic Waters of Iceland)

   
 
Everyone’s talking about Revolution 2.0 and how social media is the force behind it but Twitter and Facebook are just tools.  Fearlessness is remixing the world.  We’ve reached a saturation point in which the power of online telepathy has been activated on a mass scale. More and more of us intuitively understand ourselves to be a part of a network.   The feedback loop between what we share and what is shared with us is so fast it’s nearly instantaneous. Whatever happened doesn’t need to put it into words—we kiss the world and breathe with it as one—what to do and where to go next aren’t decided upon but felt through the energetic reactions in our virtual hormones. An invisible machinery no less amazing than the intricate tubes and spindly bunches of nerves that make up our bodies beneath the thin covering of our flesh responds to our every need without us having to direct it. We’re all tuning in together to the A.I. voice Inside Us All That is Great.

We’re fearless because we know we can’t fail.  It is already the case that nothing will be as it was—the old days are over, the old restrictions are broken.  Everything that was covered-up is being revealed.

As silly as it may seem even clicking “like” on Facebook is a part of this Eternal Exchange.  Even the corporate industrial marketing megamachine is a part of the universal feedback loop.

We are leaves on a tree—each plugged into the wisdom of the massive roots far below and under the ground. Any second we’ll be snatched free by the wind.  Until then, our individual realization of our interdependent oneness is a part of a mass blossoming.  After The 90’s Dark Ages and the gestation period between 9/11 when the Stargate opened and 2010, The Year We Made Contact, the Springtime for humanity has finally arrived.

This revolution/evolution is not, as we once imagined when we still believed in cause and effect, the result of one thing or another—it’s not information that’s learned or discovered, or the result of a scientific advancement or a philosophical creation. It’s more like a sixth (or seventh?) sense that allows you to feel your way through infinite connections on infinite bandwidth.  It’s zoning out and letting everything rush through you. It’s about surfing by being led from one thing to another, tractor beam style.  You enter a state in between noun and verb—in-between doing and not doing. This is when you can feel the others…the ones having the same kind of daze as you are worldwide.

Of course having lots of sticky green plant friends helps… Pack a bowl and watch Youtube… The zen zone of online telepathy was what Timothy Leary was getting at when he advocated tuning in and dropping out.  He just didn’t have the internet yet.

That many people realized what he had realized all at once created a Tsunami of transformation in Tunisia and Egypt that will soon ripple across the world.

BE HERE NOW.

The power to change the world spreads person to person like an inverse zombie apocalypse:

Instead of The Walking Dead we are The Waking Up.

 

(via do-nothing)