Free Will Astrology Aquarius horoscope for the week of July 23, 2009:

You should closely monitor your environment for beguiling appearances of the number seven. I have reason to believe that seven may be involved in your current inconveniences and dilemmas. I theorize that seven has been trying to call attention to itself in an odd or irritating manner so as to get you to tune in to certain benefits that could be associated with the number seven — benefits you’ve been overlooking. I would even go so far as to speculate that seven may be both the cause of and the cure for your itch. Be especially alert for sevens that are in the vicinity of the color green or the letter “G.” Perk up your intuition anytime seven appears in advertisements, boxes of food, tattoos, or t-shirts.

Chuang-tzu: The Inner Chapters:

The ruler of the South Sea was called Light; the ruler of the North Sea, Darkness; and the ruler of the Middle Kingdom, Primal Chaos. From time to time, light and darkness met one another in the kingdom of Primal Chaos, who made them welcome. Light and Darkness wanted to repay his kindness and said, “All men have seven openings with which they see, hear, eat, and breathe, but Primal Chaos has none. Let us try to give him some.” So every day they bored one hole, and on the seventh day, Primal Chaos died.

Words & music by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman:

Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that’s ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There’s a thousand pretty women waitin’ out there
And they’re all livin’ devil may care
And I’m just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas

How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
‘Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn’t sleep a minute away
Oh, there’s black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on every deal
All you need’s a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin’
And your one-arm bandits crashin’
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin’ day into nighttime
Turnin’ night into daytime
If you see it once
You’ll never be the same again

I’m gonna keep on the run
I’m gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I’ll always remember that I had a swingin’ time
I’m gonna give it everything I’ve got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shoot a seven with every shot
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,Viva Las Vegas
Viva, Viva Las Vegas

The Whiteman family

Thanksgiving 1986, Dave Whiteman awakes in his Beverly Hills home, and minutes later is drenched by his sprinkler system suddenly malfunctioning while he goes to get the morning paper.

Nick Nolte awakes in a different location, with different problems.

I really wasn’t hoping to see Nick Nolte’s ass today for any reason actually.

Scarecrow

Google Earth Bible Scenes

Curious images from The Glue Society

Elliott Smith describing the basement on the hill

This is the place

You end up when

You lose the chase

Where you’re dragged against your will

From a basement on the hill

And all anybody knows is

You’re not like them

They kick you in the head

And send you back to bed

Isolation pulled you past a tunnel to a

Bright world where you can make a place to stay

But everybody’s scared of this place

They’re staying away

Your little house on memory lane

The mayor’s name is fear

His force patrols the pier

From a mountain of cliche

That advances everyday

The doctor spoke of cloud

He rained out loud

You’ll keep the doors and windows shut

And swear

You’ll never show a soul again

But isolation pushes you

Down the only road it ever takes

But everybody’s scared of this place

They’re staying away

Your little house on memory lane

If it’s your decision

To be open about yourself

Be careful or else

Be careful or else

I’m comfortable apart

It’s all written on my chart

That I take what’s given to me

Most cooperatively

I do what people say

And lie in bed all day

Absolutely horrified

I hope you’re satisfied

Isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt, and shame

To a place where suffering is just a game

But everybody’s scared of this place

They’re staying away

Your little house on memory lane

Your little house on memory lane

Kukulcan

A few days ago, my friend who grew up in a zen center in SF was asking about Quetzalcoatl, and I wrote her this long bit about water deities in general and a personal theory that pre-Toltec society might have been influenced by the Chinese, and that the light-skinned bearded Quetzalcoatl might not have been a Viking or a European or an extraterrestrial but someone from China, where dragons and serpents who resemble that deity are long established in art and spirituality. Quetzalcoatl showed up and taught people about math and medicine and the calendar and he’s represented as a serpent or snake, like Okeanos the Greek titan and water deity who is also the “world serpent”. I’ve been very interested in water-based religious traditions for awhile and was kicking myself for not making the connection to Quetzalcoatl, who my friend was wondering about after seeing Salma Hayek turn into a serpent in the movie From Dusk ‘Til Dawn.

I suggested that a culture which developed medicinal plants might have incorporated lizard parts into various ingredients, in the way that Chinese medicine still covets animal anatomy for various remedies, I actually said to her that these dragons every culture thinks about are probably vestigial dinosaur symbols, and that reptile components might be associated with Quetzalcoatl through all that science that he was dropping, because the connection between serpents and medicine (like in the Caduceus) might be about ancient lizards as medicine. Just a random suggestion really. This was about two days ago when I wrote her those things.

Yesterday of course was the big news story about the dragon bones.

There’s only one good way to die as far as I can tell, and I don’t want to sound authoritative because I’ve made a lot of this up as I went along, but that’s what it seems like, there’s only one good way to die, and that way is to live a balanced life and then grow old and die when your body is finally done.

When the phase of matter called will or consciousness (or whatever it should be called) is used to alter 4-dimensional substances through something like murder or the ending of a life before it can age and interact with surroundings and die properly, you have a distorted timeline where the future has to reconnect to the present somehow and personal narratives are twisted to this purpose, they’re just 4-D building blocks for this arrangement, stories are temporal chemicals. This is why most religions find their miracles in stories about death, reality actually does warp around certain deaths depending on how that life necessarily connects to the future. People in a constant state of near-dying are essentially synchronicity engines for this reason, with individual selves just conduits for energy passing backward and forward through time. Personal narratives sometimes rearrange according to things you can detect, like visual and genetic similarities, what should have been your wife becomes a girl who looks and acts like her but adapted to a different story, what should have been your job becomes an obsessive hobby instead, what should have been your “destiny” still is, but transposed around the unpredictable birthing and dying that happens along the way. These connections are very obvious to ascetics because their day is constant no matter what, every day is the same thing, the weird events that happen on the path toward nothing but bumming cigarettes for thirty years are noticeable as the timeline corrects around you, because bumming smokes is the constant, because you’re that committed. Note, say, the link between Irish Travellers and leprechaun stories, the adaptation of tricksterism into a transhistorical lifestyle results in these “magical” leprechaun events, gypsies become fortune tellers, these people become like time-sharks, moving forward according to minimal yet strict social rules, and taking and staying one step ahead the whole time. The endothermic reaction where energy goes into a population which produces almost nothing in return, this is one of the constants, “the way of poverty” found in every major religious tradition. Wander around with nothing for long enough and you’ll see, after the authentic dementia wears off you’ll see.

Since almost no one dies properly the world is contantly ripped open by temporal corrections on an interpersonal level, and edible body parts pre-dating, say, 10,000 years of self-reflective creatures killing other self-reflective creatures, or any huge quantity of premeditated death, are more pure or closer to their original place in the “storyline” and their presence in your body, and therefore your interactions as a dinosaur-eater, glue you to the past and future better, and hey look at that, Chinese folk medicine says the same thing in practice. It doesn’t matter if it sounds like superstition because of the cartoonish tone of those who chase “dragons”, these people are hacking the Matrix by eating dinosaur bones, adapting what would have been the constant of those bones into the properties of their own personal timeline, their bodies healing according to principles of energy dynamics and not explicitly through conventional chemistry. If you don’t believe in the basic tenets of energy work in Chinese medicine then Bruce Lee has some words for you, if only he hadn’t been killed by someone else’s energy work in the first place, days after a duel with a Tai Chi master. Or whatever. The point is Bruce Lee doesn’t care what you think about dragon bones, surely he was called dragon for no good reason at all, whatever. One of the only, if not the only physical object sacred to Buddhism, is the remains of a monk who has died “properly”, and these are people who’ve raised dying to a high art. You pray all your life, create next to no karma of any kind and then meditate yourself to death when you’re old enough. Some monks who die this way don’t even decay physically until weeks after they’ve passed away. This is one of the highest goals of a balanced life apparently, and again, the physical remains of such monks are considered sacred, whereas no other material object is thought of the same way, Buddhism considers the physical world to be an illusion, but dead monk bones matter.

With people and human populations, the bigger the murder, the bigger the miracle, reality filling in the blanks whichever way possible. Now the Irish and the Jews and Native Americans and other populations who endured attempted genocide all have systems of “magic” which work every day, on purpose, used by people who’ve figured out the common threads between most timelines. These constants are certain ratios that never change, the use of specific plants or animal products, visual images forced onto society for all time by those in the know, elements that always behave the same. Things about yourself which never diverge because you like redheads and you will always like redheads and in every future you will always be drawn to redheads, result in redheads replacing your lost redhead all the time, if you lost one somewhere prematurely. Total commitment to redheads, besides getting me in a lot of trouble, has produced swarm upon swarm of these iron-haired people showing up at all the right (or very wrong) times, I just had to flee one the other day, perhaps the most deranged redhead I’ve ever encountered. It’s like a tidal wave at this point.

Some of the most persistent items are basic forms which resemble mathematical constants, and my favorite so far at least in terms of it’s usefulness is the common apple, which is another redhead I guess, or not. But mostly though. Apples routinely survive destruction because they reproduce through being destroyed. Some trees reproduce the same way, being destroyed through burning instead of digestion, which is why it’s illegal to extinguish forest fires in some locations.

Cow eats apple, destroys everything but the seeds despite the effect of four different stomachs, and then shits the appleseeds out into the perfect environment for making new apples. Apples survive, it’s what they do, they’ve been around as long as sharks perhaps, or any other perfectly built survival machine. The earth’s magnetic field is apple-shaped and the “seeds” are spots in the equatorial belt where life arose. Complicated societies formed around the apple on all levels, Adam and Eve were evicted from paradise because of the apple, the Trojan War started because of an apple, and the Vikings did incredible shit in tribute to the gods who held the golden apples at the top of the world.

Designed to survive digestion perfectly, the persistence of apples within the physical universe thus proves the universe to be literal bullshit, lots and lots of bullshit wherein occasional trees sprout up. Ask the Norse about the cow that licked the world into existence, they knew what’s up. Ask any religious culture that digs on some cows. Cows make the best apples by far. And monkeys too. Ain’t no monkeys evolving nowhere without apples.

Our proposed “narrative particle”, a particle used in lots of 4D experimentation this past year, is all conceivable manifestations of an apple at the same time. All apples of all kinds, reproducing through story matter the same way real apples reproduce through obliteration. The trick sometimes was to get a real apple you know and then turn it into a story and then get a real physical apple to appear somewhere you wanted it, far way or a few days ago even, or more. That was some pretty deep shit there a few times when it seemed to work. Butterflies, which resemble a cross-section of an apple to some extent, are famous symbols of transformation and basically there have been so many weird butterflies recently that I’m almost sick of them. Just trust me on the butterflies, they’ve become inescapable. There’s one in my pocket currently.

Suicidal people often stop their deed at the last second due to a “miracle”, it happens all the time and makes a lot of folks religious on one level or another. Those miracles actually happen if you’re serious about it, if there was never any chance of your dying then you don’t get that kind of miracle, or at least not because of that specific reason. People willing to die for a specific cause are truly dangerous people, there is no denying that. Accumulated suicide bombing, dying on purpose according to a specific system because you mean it, this works, it does. You should never corner a population that has nothing left to lose, ever, ever. I mean it. But I’ll save that for later.

What is the opposite of a person if not an anti-person? The precise absence of that person expressed as a lattice over all observable interactions? Ghosts are called shadows and shades right? Just the exact lack of something in the light is that thing’s shadow. Are these what ghosts are? Can it be?

Take one of the most famous preventable murders of all time and you have one of the most famous “spirits”, constructed entirely as a shape built by ongoing belief in that preventable murder, the dude who died for your sins, the mechanism whereby your choices today might have anything to do at all with a dead hippie from 2,000 years ago. It’s an ongoing temporal reaction that makes people convinced they’ve seen miracles, hear revelations, or been healed from some terrifying stuff.

According to my bullshit anyway. Some people refer to the Jeez’s life as “the greatest story ever told”, and you don’t even need Jesus you only need the story, the perfect story. A story by process of elimination described as the most successful story, would feed like a parasite on self-reflection throughout linear time turning everything into itself eventually. Maybe Microsoft is actually the greatest story ever told, I just do not know. Maybe when Google does it’s thing with Mr. Jobs the Apple will be the greatest story ever told. If your Eve gives you an apple with strange pre-conditions it’s possible you’ll have trouble with the pearly Bill Gates, but maybe God just didn’t want you to have the information Apples bring you because he likes being boss. I do not know, I just do not have this information.

Monks are celibate, purposely disconnecting from the future to get themselves aligned with the miraculous. That is one way to do it unfortunately. For years I’ve flipped coins all day to make important decisions, it’s weird but true, hundreds of decisions made each day and hundreds of possibilities explored or not, so my personal connection to the future is inherently confused, because I’m always about to die and I’m always making random choices. Now the future has to warp around me every moment of the day and I can actually measure some of this warping through anomalies in weather and strange electrical events, besides the more conventional blowing of minds with the well-timed conversation thing. This is part of why I try to never change my behavior, because I can use my own life as a measurement device at this point.

Anybody can be like this if they die enough times, or are actually about to die, or are made of dying, or are in that place where future mass needs you to be in a certain place in a certain way and you’re not there. One of the most sought-after witches in Portland has been HIV positive for something like 20 years, I’m convinced this matters a lot, his life is one of the most unlikely things ever for someone in his condition.

I think it’s water that does the bulk of the “correcting”. Sometimes vast quantities of water, hurricane-sized amounts, depending on the size of the future event being played with. And there’s your water god, there’s your holy communion, your world serpent, ascetics and Templars and desert mystics who don’t bathe getting all magical on your ass, there you go.

So that’s how I do time travel, I don’t know about other people. I can make stuff react at distances which require time travel in order for those events to occur synchronously. I didn’t know that at first, I thought I was studying electricity at first actually, the cause of a series of bizarre blackouts going back years which always cooincided with a particular interaction, but it’s probably about the time-affected water in the end. I used to sing of the mountains, but the ocean made us this way. Harnessing this effect as an energy source like I wanted originally would be pretty complicated. The easiest way would probably be to force lightning down on purpose though that doesn’t sound exactly safe. Could be a great way to generate ozone though maybe. Ozone is hard to make naturally, it takes a lot of lightning to fuse O₂ into O₃ in useful amounts. Time is just a medium like water. Every time something which should be constant suddenly isn’t true anymore, the medium fills the gap, and a fucking cyclone starts up somewhere and destroys the neighborhood if it’s really that bad.

This is well beyond a heavy responsibility, it’s fucking terrifying. For the last two days there have been zero clouds in Portland at all, zero, though the jetplanes are causing some to start finally, as I write this and look casually out the window to check. This is giving me hope that I’m getting aligned correctly somehow, that stuff is going back toward one of the more stable “supposed-to-be’s”, that the water has calmed the fuck down finally.

Since I’ve been playing with this I’ve found hundreds if not thousands of references to the same phenomenon all over literature. Other people have known about this for a long time. Famous people, people you’ve heard of, people whose records you probably own, whose poems you had to read in high school. Think of any transhistorical work of fiction with a prominent apple in it as a central plot device and you’ll find a transformation which can be converted from story to human to story over and over again.

Some time-travelling syndicated column for you:

When Adam sampled the apple from the tree of knowledge, he was expelled from Paradise. After Prometheus stole fire from his fellow gods and gave it to humans, he was punished by being chained to a rock and getting his liver chewed on for years by an eagle. You, on the other hand, won’t have to suffer for the nervy coup I hope you’ll pull off in the coming weeks. So don’t look over your shoulder as you do your daring deed. Throw yourself into it with unconditional love and fervor.

Exile and hardship seem to happen to most people who stumble into this stuff. Pythagoras was chased out of town, Socrates was killed over some trumped up charges, the Dalai Lama hasn’t been home in decades, people like myself who work on this shit every day get in a lot of trouble. Not to say that I’m like those people listed, they’re just famous examples of what could happen to anybody.

Time is not money, but it is damn smart, and it’ll correct around a likelihood of this information being used to destroy too much of existence. It will humble anyone trying to say they’re a savior come to tell you about the miracle. The only way I could write this out and post it successfully is if the information itself will allow me, I honestly believe that. It’s the same thing as a life form, it’s the same thing. The convincing proof resembles a being who is quite moody, and just getting this far into 2007 has nearly put me in jail or killed me for real numerous times. It’s not a toy.

So.

Yes.

Now can I have a place to sleep? If someone gives me a nice couch for a little bit I’ll explain everything else.

I’m sitting here with information about 9-11 which I never told anyone and I’m down to my last two dollars. This is ridiculous. Dudes, someone, get me out of this cafe, please.