“…it further asks the student to understand the state “where sleep has not yet come, but wakefulness has vanished.” The Mind of man cannot understand the state of being neither asleep nor wakeful. This is not a condition of being half-asleep and half-awake. It is a state where there is neither sleep nor wakefulness. Obviously this state speaks of an interval; an interval between two breaths. an interval between two thoughts or between two experiences….the only perception of the Interval comes on to the Third Eye, and it is only in the Interval that the Third way can be found. In the Voice of the Silence, H.P. Blavatsky speaks of “….the right perception of existing things, the knowledge of the non-existence.” “ ~ The Science of Meditation by Rohit Mehta
The one on the left-handed the one on the right a cigarette. It seemed strange that they were smoking and had no shoes or socks on their feet.
It was in Whittier California CA that the two Holy men appeared. They were out-of-place. Traffic raced by as the environment yelled loudly at them. They seemed untouched and unmoved. They were witnesses to something only they knew. We observed them from our car across the street near the super market. Resting from their long ongoing journey on foot, they sat on a small grass section near a building.
After shopping something compelled me to buy them some oranges. Walking across the street towards them it felt like repelling currents. As when one puts two positive or negative poles of a battery together; they repel each other. After putting the oranges down in front of them, they seemed to take me in as part of a vast view. I was not an individual person to them but part of an inclusive image they were viewing.
Their feet were dirty and fingers stained from tobacco. Their cigarette was hand rolled. The air around them seemed fresh and fragrant mixed with cigarette smoke.
30 years ago I saw these men. Why their memory came to me today I haven’t a clue? Maybe they are an example of the third way; those perceiving and experiencing by means of an interval that happens when viewing with the Third Eye?
“I’d been getting bored with the stereotyped changes (harmonies) that were being used all the time. … I found that by using the higher intervals of a chord as a melody line and backing them with appropriately related changes I could play the thing I’d been hearing. I came alive.”
— Charlie Parker on his personal stylistic breakthrough, quoted in: Nat Hentoff and Nat Shapiro, ed., Hear Me Talkin’ to Ya (1955)
I am not naturally a dog person. There was one dog Peepers, a red collie we grew up with, that I loved. She would roam the fields and golf course near by. Life was wild then. In the late 1970s my sister-in-law breed Whippets. I learned to loved her dogs. They were thin and very loving. This particular picture is a fun one. The sweater I am wearing was found at a thrift store in the late 1970s. It was my Jackson Pollock sweater. Most of my clothes then were throw backs from the 1950s: twenty buck’ got you a lot of clothes from the local thrift store or salvation army. I wore this sweater until it was threads.
Nola laughed when she heard this song on the radio. In her mind it was about her Whippets…
this is about devolution and nothing else… ;>
Posted in 1970s
Tagged 1950s, 1980s, collie, Devo, Hudley Flipside, Jackson Pollock, late 1970s, Nola, salvation army, sister in law, sweater, The Salvation Army, thrift store, Whippet, whippets
Steve Pfauter (Human), Hudley, and Tony Malone (Both guys from the punk band DETOX ) 2009
A play with words today:
Trilling to resound vibrantly, or with a rapid succession of sounds, as the voice, song, or laughter.
Thrilling to cause or feel a sudden intense sensation; excite greatly.
I was once enrolled in an online course for a master’s program. I found it thrilling to express myself online. My classmates were not so thrilled. I was trilling here and there; on campus and on the internet. They complained of it being too much extra work for them. The class met once a mouth, as well, to discuss and show materials as a kind of personal touch base. I enjoy the online engagement and found it more interesting than meeting in a classroom. I realized at this point that I found a place that I love. Online communications is it for me; MySpace and then Facebook after my experience with online courses. The world opened up to me. I met up with old friends and made new ones. I was reaching out to people from all around the world. I am thrilled about having access to others via the internet. During the 1980s I was was one one of the those geeks who stated to correspond on Quantum Link via the 64/ 128 Commodore computer. At the time bulletin boards were popular but very underground via the computer scene. No one really understood what I found through my Commodore commuter. Most of my friends did not have a clue and thought I was weird. I joined an online group called Midnight Mystics as a host. We went on-line at the witching hour of 12 midnight. It was a place where I found myself inside a mysterious world where I communicated with others from across the country. It was thrilling to me.
A little brief history: I co- published a music fanzine. I collaborated with others via our pox office box through a real Whittier California Post Office. We included a letter section in the magazine.. It took a couple of months to receive letters, respond to them, and publish them in the fanzine. It was a time-consuming process. I loved it. As you know, it is radically different now.
I love this oracle computer, this place!
Posted in 1960s
Tagged 1980s, blogging, bulletin boards, Commodore computer, Daily Prompt, Daily Prompt: It’s a Text, Detox, entertainment, geeks, media, Quantum Link, Text, Text World, thrilled, trilled, Word Wide Webb