On August 5th, 1945 a Mushroom cloud appeared over Hiroshima, illustrating humanities latest technological breakthrough in Killingry: the ability to kill more and more people in less and less time. 21st century technology can either help people to live joyously and cooperatively or force them to die quicker. The choice is ours. But the hours are not all ours.

The first neurotransmitter known to science; Acetylcholine, was identified in 1914 at the breakout of the first world war by Henry Hallett Dale while doing research on heart tissue, Henry went on to win a nobel prize for his rediscovery. The devastating killingry made possible by biological nerve weapons of mass destruction, and other secret nerve agents, are partly due to their inhibition of acetylcholinesterase in the victims. Constant stimulation of the muscles glands and the central nervous system are the terrible symptoms. Popular insecticides inhibit this enzyme too and destroy targeted insects, such as fungas gnats and green fly.

On a more positive tip, Muscarine, a subdivision of Acetylcholine and a neurotransmitter in both the peripheral and central nervous system, can be used to treat Alzheimer's disease and other complications involving abnormal muscle relaxation. The stimulation of the muscle glands through Muscarine acts as an example of a drug being used intelligently and positively as a medicine to help prolong life and help the ill, rather than provoking illness and leading to the annihilation of life.

During the rainy season in the sonoran deserts in Colorado, America, people make a sacred pilgrimage to communicate with little green non-human entities. Small, soft and velvety to touch, with cute little emerald heads that are full of jewles, these holy amphibian drug dealers can each individually deliver enough psychopharmacological energy force to launch, as Ralph Metzner puts it: six to eight adult human beings, potentially, into cosmic hyperconsciousness; into the heart of creation, while returning them safely to their original human form shortly afterwards. A loving example of inter-species communication between mankind and amphibians.

Paradoxically entomology is the scientific study of insects, while etymology is the study of the origins of words. Drosophila_melanogaster is the common species of fruit fly used in genetics experiments ever since GM kicked off around 1910 AD. Most of our modern pharmacological technology and genetic advances are indebted to humble flies while various chemical discoveries are due to extracts from their toadstool namesake: fly agaric.

Italian Ethnobotonist and Ethnomycologist Giorgio Samorini came up with a brilliant new hypothesis called the Lazarus fly, published in his illuminating book; Animals and Psychedelics. This enchanting social-biological observation provides strong scientific evidence for a minded symbiotic relationship between toads, flies and fungi. Buzzillions of flies and fungus gnats throughout history have licked Amanita Muscaria and become as inebriated as Tim Finnegan, stoned, drunken, delirious meals for hungry toads, and other forest-floor foragers who may or may not have picked up this evolutionary advantage, probably tuned in while hanging around mushrooms. This strong, undiluted 70% proof of interspecies communication occuring in forests all over the natural world, illuminates an important etymological keystone; a symbiosis so ancient that it's imediate implications demand an entire scientific and poetic revolution. The buzz term in this field is zoopharmacognosy: the study, celebration and liberation of animals, bugs and plants that mindfully use themselves as inebriating medicine as a kind of novel evolutionary advantage.

Mycoremediation is a term spun by mycologist Paul Stamets and roughly translates as environmental renewal by using fungus. The relative scientific facts about mycoremediation are inspirational for all critterkind facing global meltdown and mindless industrial, global pollution. Fungi have their own kingdom of nature, yet every individual spore is a Tsar: they do not have leaders or Kings in their fungal kingdom, in contrast to human oligarchy. They charitably recycle billions of tons of natural and man made waste products for free so that plants, animals and humans benefit with furtile soils and healthy nutrients to live together happily with. In kaleidoscopic contrast we have the civilized Homo sapien species, who are without shadows of doubt, the greatest natural disaster to explode themselves on this beautiful and life sustaining free planet. Fungus; through their bioremediation are our saviors in some sense. Our shit munching little helpers in another. Literally: mothers little helpers.

Muscarine occurs inside the fetching fly agaric species of mushroom alongside some other psychopharmacological secret agents: ibotenic acid, muscazone and muscimol. Fly agaric and many other fungi in the agaric family are spread far and wide across planet earth. Due to the lack of fungal fossil records we have no specific scientific data pinpointing exactly how long these toadstools have been here, although it's safe to say longer than homo sapiens. Scientific research upon this particular species of fungus has led to many compounds used to increase longevity. Alternatively, other fly agaric extracts can dramatically paralyze biological life, much like usury paralyzes wealth by asphyxiating the natural abundance of nature, blocking her will. Some scholars such as the part time banker at J.P Morgan, and part time mycologist; Richard Gordon Wasson, have suggested that fly agarik is the mythical plant/drug/drink known widely as Soma; highly regarded in the sacred Hindu texts called the Rig Vedas.

Terence Mckenna has proposed that psylocybin containing mushrooms and not Amanita mushrooms maybe a more fitting candidate for the mighty Soma complex due to their stronger psychoactive properties. Other theories propose Soma to be an alchemical combination of various psychoactive vegetables. Thousands of years ago Soma was celebrated as the divine ambrosia of immortality. Today scientists can show how the chemical muscarine lives up to this description by providing useful medical drugs that help prolong life. The great Aldous Huxley deployed SOMA as a literary device in his novel Brave New World, Soma's function in this novel was an opiate of the masses substituting religion and other stimulants popular with Homo sapiens. This excellent distopian device scares me relatively more than Eric Blair's Big Brother and his similar critically paranoid, Nineteen Eighty Four. Although to me, both of these novels seem like fairy stories when compared with the terrifying phenomenon known worldwide as satan claus.

Spearheading the rapidly expanding field of evolutionary epistemologyThe Lazarus fly provides a stunning example of a tight biosemiotic epistemological fit; snug as a bug in a rug. An ancient motherfucking most mysterious matrix tale. An epic love story providing semiotic insights into one of the strangest sociobimaybelogical, tragic/comic romances upon spaceship earth. That's until some entity proposes superior scientific research data to challenge it.

The term to identify flies in latin is musca. Semiotics used as a method applied to fairy myth helps to refine a linguistic approach and attempts to find the 'words' of it's universal lunguage. Many people who choose to ingest psychedelicsgenerally experience a dramatically increased sense and sensibility of light, ranging from tranquil and soft star sparkles, flares, dancing multicolored flames; and the warm sense that billions of torches are searching through fiber-optic energy channels in their body. ToThunder. Lightening. Flashes of explosive photonic bombardment. From all quarters. Blinding. Fractal. Hyperspatial travel. Annihilation. Super nova neural explosions. Atomic detonation of physical boundaries. Energy flashes. Repeating visions. Safely tucked away behind the eyelids.

According to some Christian theology God muttered let there be light, and then, there was light. Bioluminescence is a relatively knu scientific term describing biological cells that emit light photons known as biophotons. Many of the brighter investigative researchers within this glowing field propose that DNA RNA is perpetually emitting these biophotons, and has been doing so since the first RNA DNA molecular poets resurrected themselves upon spaceship Earth. Because of the relatively weak broadcasting strength of these biophotons only recently has modern science and it's post-modern instrumentation rediscovered these ancient auras and properly acknowledged their universality among all RNA DNA coded critters. In the Tibetan book of the Dead there are six lights which correspond to six realms of existence - traditionally, the realm of the gods, jealous gods (asuras), humans, animals, hungry ghosts and hell beings. These lights are also known as the lower lights.

An ever growing population of anthropologists and scientists have visited and participated in ancient sacred vegetable rites and ceremonies and journeyed back to a western scientific paradigm with reality shattering alternative maps, models and novel metaphors. Brave Knu tempronauts vividly describe incredible visions; tales of serpents, jaguars, Pink river dolphins, insectoid timespace traveling anthropologists, many headed monsters with gnashing teeth, light beings, diamond encrusted dancing angels, self transforming basketball elf chemists, E.T's, ghosts of vegetation spirits, deities, superluminous skyladders leading to star systems. This dissolution of boundaries between human, animal, insect, vegetable and amphibian kingdoms into a twilight of pastiche, seems, most likely to me, that under the extra sensory perceptive conditions of certain psychopharmacological agents, the RNA DNA emitted biophotons that are contained within all life on earth suddenly appear detectable to our interacting human nervous system. We literally begin to see the photons, reflect, and then feel what's the matter. And we interpret this light according to our own individual glosses, our neuropsychological and neurosemantic belief systems. I'm doing this right now, and so are you!

The perceived fire inside of fireflies or the lightening inside of lightening bugs is known to scientists as Luciferin. Jellyfish, and Antarctic Krill also contain Luciferin. These creatures translate and amplify the light to such a degree that they appear to human and other sufficiently accomplished seeing critters, as ill with a case of the luminous. Yet, if we could increase our sensitivity to light then maybe all DNA RNA based life would appear illuminated?

Coincidently, illumination or enlightenment [the concept] often appears to critters under the influence of psychoactive compounds or what may be more poetically called entheogens [messengers of metempsychosis from within]. And God said: let there be light, but the meter remained and empty woid.


HS is for High Sierra festival 2005 (Poem)

Acrillic Figa is back

My experiences at the 15th High Sierra festival last year have become Difficult to translate into writing.
Somewhat troublesome
Especially moments of speechlessness - how can i
Explain these audio experiences?
Please enjoy yr Mixed drinks -

400 miles long my body stretches
My waist ranges between 40 and 70 miles wide
I swing to the west
Near to my eastern thighs are
Several peaks

Multiple peaks rise more than 14'000 feet
The highest of the high sierra peaks is called
Miss Whitney at 14'495 feet
Miss Sierra nevada covers about 30'000 square miles
I love her

The last time i tasted and toasted with miss
Sierra nevada she tasted
Of honeysap
Not like mountain dew, or 7 up,
This mother tasted like severn peaks
Dipped in lemon guinness honey lavender
Hickorysoma stuff
And the clouds -

Reconfigured and attenuated by music by
Machine man mountain smiling interfaces
Semi-detached Souls play their own groove
Melody is groovy
Stringy glue that binds a good festival together
Instrument, communications, Jamin
Plateau of brewskis in the sky

Grandma sat knitting a mountain green orange purple shawl
The earth: a tied dyed rocky jazz jumper.
Folk, bonded with RV hookups,
Tent pegs of friendship, tissues and snackaroonies
Silver kegs of ampegs
Fireworks, cameras, charcoal grills, fun lovers
Smouldering naked vegetables
Pale ale vision
Cooking and smoking hot
Ready for eating

Bound over with electric
Acoustic soul-rebel miles reversed fingered into G's
Feet Davis tripping

Buttered Tickets and slugs in the night
Flip flop beauties wave,
Lost my one flipflo
Thats why i'm hoppin
Got the Tahoe blues
Super Syncopated swing
Smoking Hot pyjamas!
Garaj delta greetins

Surprise bluesman
And clouds
Gabby Frisel
Mixed drinks
Mixed music by the wind!

I Dreamt only last night of
Drumcircles amplified by forest television
I seen it man,
Branching out through dreams in woods
Circlular dreaming of percussive drum carts
Drum and golf rovers, drum and pace racing
Taka tin taka cycle
My smoky dreams all Hazy and glazed
By lovers water spray

Keeps lovers cool while in the musical meadow
Dewy misty mountain top, low cut
Tao drops te ching te ching taka ting taka ching
My tongues on my chin

Hot hips, whoa!
Her of the funk spirits, awake the groove conscience
Absolute dissapears behind a shrub
Ranges meltone
And i dreamt off again:

>br>High up, bound with mountain manring
String bands strong bonds,
Seduced by dead kenny G's theory in A#
Syncopated, electric sex
Banana slug mastersounds
Hot buttered flowmotion
Alo Alo
What is this sound?

Tiny mountain blue claypools swirling
Ten mile high tidal groove
Flasks full, a pocket of trees
And the clouds
Free peoples
Bliss them conspirators

Natural bridges dechorded, meltone into perpetual grooves
Blue ocean Jazz machine versus
Mountain sky bluesman
And the clouds

10,000 feet, moving
Vibrating over 30,000 square miles
Sneakin out for your musemeant and for the nocturnals -
Kimock Williams and friends
Al Howard lymbyc system
Surprise me Mr Davis and
Bill Frisell and
Dj williams projekt
And the food, yes!

I've sketched a kinky railroad earth poem
Ode to the clouds.
Ride with medicine snake tracks up the swimming claypool
A Monsoon and tidal joy feast
Old freight train chuggin, upright bass
And the clouds and violins mix
Parked myself in a jeweled waterspout Garaj
And the clouds

Folklore medicine prophet show,
Samantha Stollenwerck and many
Groovy bands play
I'm meltone.
let me set the scene:
I wonder into the Sierra nevada
Mountains in Spain
In mind.

Sitting peacefully with Blue turtle lotus
Yoga showboyz and girls
Oh, the girls!
Keep Tahoe blue! and other pools and lakes too
Everyday is like an old school earthday
Mixed strings

Everyones acoustic soul-rebel orchestra playing
Without a pause
Benevento/Russo delta Duo
Cloud Orchestra play for free
Tickets are $145.00 each!
Alekorophobia nation surrounded by more ninjas.
Dirty notes and Jackmormons with spearheads
And the clouds.
Reggie Watts, Gabby La la, Mike Gordon and Jamie Janover
Tide of Lotus delta.
Seeing Jon Cleary
And the Cloudy mixed

Band looped after band of snappy nappy smoothies
Wrapped up in String theory
I'm still, sitting still
Sitting with ice cream
This is paradise
Perpetual dreaming
Up and up again
To the Goddess of funk
Skerik Syncopated Septet
Dancing shivas
Prisoners of conscience,
Meltone. Sitting. Watching fear dissapear over high yonder.
Pfft into the clouds

Sketches of Jessica Lurie
K23 Jazz odyssey
A natural bridge appeared between times.
Super Festival string theory i call it.
Hightimes. Spacetime. And the clouds
feat. Eric Mcfadden and Wally Ingram
Soul music haze
Blending and bending musicians
Players all in shape

Two gallants; Papa Mali and Mother hips
Mother Mountain greetings, and to the river
And to the clouds
High up and far off in marshal mellows
Absolute monster Sierra mountains

Festival spirits in abundance
Sleeping bag critters like stoned Slugs in wonderland
Prophets and Gentlemen
A congress for peace inside the music hall,
Government mule rides for the good folk
I felt Bill Frisel'd
Funkt 'n out
Never felt stuck in the jamhouse tho
Happy drinks are happy drinks, right?
And the Mahal gas stunk of
Hot buttered flowmotion

Sparkle and prettyness
And the clouds bring many cools spells
Grandma mountain is casting air spirals
Up dresses
In the barn i saw strange animals
And the Mountain remains unnamed
Unknown, silent -

What must it be like to be a pebble