Saturday, July 26, 2008

I Had A Dream


Woob doots and _fab_ didly (pronounced "did-ly" with accent on the first sill-la'-ble), but what a dream!

Stanton Friedman, Robert Hastings, and Richard Dolan participate, one night, in a ufological equilateral Venn diagram of such profound symmetry and prime factual overlap that they are compelled to take it on the road!

In the tradition of the Tri-dialogue -or Trialogue- of 21st Century thinkers McKenna, Abraham, and Sheldrake, but minus the entheogens (I think!), Hastings, Friedman, and Dolan produce a dazzling multimedia program of such artful economy and poignant explication that the observer is able to think more holistically about everything after experiencing it!
_
Together, in some strangely new and felicitous synergy, Dolan, Hastings, and Friedman usher a transition from the reptile group brain currently employed by humanity into the mammalian brain we now only enjoy individually.

Overjoyed, a plethora of races descend from the sky and together we celebrate the end of Human history and the beginning of our Galactic one. I wake smelling coffee.

Wasn't that sweet?

Hey! There's no _limit_ to the progress that can be made if it doesn't matter who gets the credit, eh?

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Pyramids of Maslow (II of II)



...Now the seventh tier is greater 
than the pyramid implies! 
Greater than its sum of parts: 
a synergy's contrived!
.
It's here there comes advancement 
as one cuts away ones fear. 
It's here there's elevation 
.
It's here there is progression 
as the grasp achieves its reach
It's here, perhaps advancement 
as those reaching turn to teach
It's here, perhaps, improvement 
of an efficacious kind; 
it's here one knows the pleasure 
of the perspicacious mind.
.
See, at seven one's *self-actualized* 
...as good as one can get, 
and is reaching for the very things 
we can't conceive of, yet.
.
"Reach" and "grasp" become as one, 
and magic happens fast!  
Reality is sorted out, 
more firmly gripped at last. 
"Acceptance" is the stock in trade 
for "others" as they are
themselves, the world or what's outside 
... that mind that is not ours!
.
Preferred is spontaneity
What's novel is the creed—
the evidence considerable 
...for routine there's little need. 
It's novelty conserved at last, 
the yin to yang of entropy, 
chaos is what rules supreme, 
for habit they have enmity.
.
The problem's at the center 
of the point of the concern; 
the self is secondary
that's the hardest thing we learn. 
Desired? Oh, rare detachment, 
the forest for the trees. 
Gestalt is common—usual... 
but they're off their bleeding knees! 
Requiring modest solitude 
so the thinking bubbles up, 
the actualized are worth the time 
they spend apart from us!
.
They change the world's thinking 
as they think the thoughts they do. 
Improving our humanity, 
they can see a problem new!
.
Required? An independence 
from distractions lower down 
on the levels of their pyramid 
that they've built on quaking ground. 
They NEED their stark autonomy 
they will EARN by giving back... 
useful fruits of thoughtful labor 
as they take us "there" and "back"!
.
Too, resistance is the reflex 
given dogma one has brought. 
Stereotyped behaviors 
are eschewed as more than not.
.
They don't judge, 
but don't participate, 
not flamboyant, 
they don't try... 
to stretch the unconventional 
to a point one could despise. 
They seek the common welfare, 
and an increase of the same. 
They live within an empathy 
so they suffer more, our shame.
.
Relationships are deeper 
(with a few), and less is more
Superficiality is detested to its core.
.
They see the democratic 
as the path to be maintained, 
where misery is shared on out, 
thereby: relieving needless pain
The joy is shared the same smart way, 
but increases for the sharing
The reward's a satisfaction 
we achieve for all our daring!
.
Too, then comes their transcendence, 
they don't cope, they SOAR and CLEAVE
The soul must slip its surly bonds 
to strive and to achieve!
.
Creation is the answer 
and the fund of real wealth; 
it satisfies the "hunger," 
and provokes for mental health.
.
It brings a "PEAK EXPERIENCE"; 
it is RAPTURE ; it is JOY
it's self-regenerating 
so there's independence, boy! 
It's excitement, and it's insight
and it's not for just a few
More could well achieve it 
with their structures so imbued.
.
Imbued with what, you're asking? 
Well, imbued by what supports! 
A better wage, paid time to think, 
clean WATER, by report!
.
The path is self-constructed 
in a pyramid one makes 
to reach the sky and grasp the truth 
from charlatans and fakes! 
Expand upon potential! Elevate your mind!
.
...Soar and cleave unlimited
unbound, and unconfined!


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Self-actualization. More could (should) have it, and all would (shall) be IMPROVED for these having it and the mere aspiration to it this writer suspects. It'd bring the saucers down, but they're coming down anyway, right.

Artists and writers—artists of any type actually; these should get a stipend from a progressive government. That's right. Poets should be supported by the state.

Seriously, the creative should be encouraged to create. There will be crap. There's always crap... ...that's not news to anyone when it's 90% of everything?

Our salvation is in our creative artifice, and that's it, is my best guess. Unfettered intellectualities are required. Yeah boy! Gimmee summa dat!

Increasingly, father science is beginning to seem like it's not going to be able to pull off the big enchilada all by itself, eh? Aristotle and Plato are going to have to reconcile—create a synergy.

Aristotle can't go it alone. He would if he could. But he can't. It becomes increasingly obvious to him and flop sweat slimes his countenance. Sure, you need science, but Science or nothing?  Then you have nothing.

Exactly.

Restore John Ford.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Pyramids of Maslow (I of II)




It's called "self-actualization," 
and it comes to one with luck—
if one aspires to it, 
and one's courage measures up...
.
You build it like a pyramid, 
just one level at a time, 
and once it's been constructed 
there's a treasure one might find! 
.
Atop it one can see for miles, 
and perceive the grandest things; 
one could feel very deeply, 
but could still detach from things. 
Too, one sees, at last, the cosmos—
for what it really was, 
and writes it down for you and me 
describing what it does.
.
The first tier of this pyramid's 
a wide-based broad affair. 
Requirements must dictate 
what the *real world* bears.
.
Food—and plenty of it. 
Food for health, and day to day. 
Food that feeds the body, 
so the mind I need to say. 
Food that's never-ending. 
Food that's always there, 
but food that won't distract you 
from that *upward* path you dare!
.
Sans a meal one must perish; 
without food one's driven down; 
without food all one thinks about: 
its taste and smell confound. 
Sans food there's no cognition
you will think of nothing else, 
so at last one's too distracted 
as one tightens at one's belt.
.
The next tier of this pyramid's 
*almost* as wide and harsh. 
It presupposes shelter, a roof
some clothes—a hearth.
.
One's life requires sanctuary
securityretreat
Refuge and some cover 
are essential basic needs. 
Without it, one's distracted 
from that "self-affirming trail." 
Without it one is dispossessed, 
sans a lodging—failed!
.
Without it, one will suffer 
while his future is refused. 
Without it, one is lost at sea 
without a hook to use...
.
The third tier is relaxing 
and it gives one time to think. 
It hinges on security—
how closely lies the *brink*?  
It's SAFETY that concerns one—
no 'gators in the swamp... 
as one might work to drain it (?)—
be undistracted by that "romp"?
.
It's protection from disaster, 
and defense against disease; 
it's redress from all the worrying 
one procures upon one's knees. 
Not a ramp-up of one's anxiousness, 
that distraction from the path... 
which ruins satisfaction—
runs a motor out of gas; 
in safety, one has time to think—
to ponder, more, our stars... 
to give some thought to flying things, 
like saucers and cigars!
.
The fourth tier is a puzzle 
and maligned—misunderstood. 
Worshipped and detested, 
call it lust or something *good*.
.
It's tumultuous, a wildcard
It can make you sick as hell. 
It's like dancing with the stars 
and hearing ringing—pealing bells.
.
Providing for one's basic drive, 
it's woven into love, 
or pounded into sabers 
used to strike that spark above. 
One shall not rise above it... 
this tyranny of genes
denied, it sneaks upon you, 
and shall visit you with *dreams*. 
A column of one's total drive, 
it shall not be dismissed. 
This tier of your potential 
is the tier that would be *kissed*.
.
...But, then one wants "belonging" 
as a fifth tier finds its place. 
One wants to feel useful and... 
a PART of something graced! 
And, this is fine and dandy 
'till it's used to take your hand 
and then lead you down some primrose path — 
mere fodder to be damned!
.
One finds belonging to one's SELF 
the better path, you see—
a path so ever upward 
in a climb to make one free. 
Yes, free from grievous despotism 
that takes away one's edge, 
free of harsh elitists 
who would have us live THEIR dread.
.
...Free from all behaviorists, 
their programs and their chains, 
free from all the guilt imposed, 
the charges, and the blame. 
Belonging's fine until it's used 
to cause one further pain. 
It's, then, a mechanism 
and a collar on your brain.
.
Oh, then there's recognition 
and rewards that that entails
A sixth tier may be added, 
and one reaches, grasps...and sails! 
It's here there's contribution. 
True ACHIEVEMENTS can be made! 
One provides for an endowment 
which is loath to dull or fade.
.
One's competence unquestioned (?) 
and esteem needs justly met (?), 
one looks around for what is left, 
to pick up, savor—GET! 
Perhaps one takes the high road 
and decides, instead, to give... 
in a manner self-providing one—
with WHAT one can't pretend.
.
Perhaps it is the time one has... 
to hear a different drum. 
We need unique perspective 
for the future that must come!
Perhaps it is the time achieved 
to clarify one's mind, 
to look instead into that light 
we're *warned* would strike us blind...
.




Maslow's Pyramid. From the golden age of psychology... but still considered today. ...But, still!

Amazing, the stuff that must come to light in that self-actualized brilliance—what that journey portends. Why even a super powerful gestalt humanity linked efficaciously with computers (and suggested first, imo, by Theodore Sturgeon). Oh, to reach up and touch THAT on its shining face. ...And that just a facet of our potentiality...

Likely it is the potential of which we cannot yet conceive ... some new thing used in a way as yet unpredictable...

Back at the ranch... A key condition of Maslow's Pyramid seems to be that as the preceding level is consolidated there is time to consider the formulation of the next level. There must be, though, that consolidation. People want to self-actualize, are predisposed to it I suspect. Only, hindered, betrayed, abused, and cheated... most must fail, eh?

What advantage and advancement is pared away when a "sociopathic society" pounds a "square" peg into a "round" hole... or the inverse of that. Whatever is least attractive to the pounder I'm betting — who should really just pound sand.

"[We] coulda' been somebody. [We] could have been contenders... not bums, which is what [we] are..."
Restore John Ford.