Reflections on the end of the Mayan Long Count from Chitchen Itza

I had a hoot writing this mish-mash of thoughts and reflections on my trip to Mexico last week, and what it all means, i will probably go back and edit some sense into it. In the meantime, here's my raw spillage on Synthesis 2012.

Thanks

Thanks in no particular order to Fantuzzi, Jaris, Kat, Chris Donagan, Issac, Cappi, The Earthlings, Justin, RC, Spirit Essence, Caroline Casey, Kevin Whitesides, B. Jeff, Frank Gamble, Mark Von Stone, Michael JaiDev, Michael Stocker, John Carlson, Paul Carey, Alphonso, Paula and Paula, Zia, Pitt, Oliver, The Luminaries, Sun Ruh and the Last Dragons, Meghan, the fire dancers, musicians, artists, healers, scholars and freaks  who pulled together under the most challenging circumstances to keep pushing the good vibe.

Saturanlia Panoramas

And so the tribe walked on down to the Mayan site, chanting, dancing, singing smiling, laughing and honouring the local gods, however they please. A moving circus of self-owning ones, minds on the walk, talk tapes unfastened, tired, far from HOME, moving towards the once state-of-the-art city complex of Chitchen Itza in the blueberry dawn, yes, if not just for the invocation of the sun, a new dawn.

We the tribe, discordians, stuck apart, but coming in and out of togetherness, an ooze of disparate creatures in white, domesticated primates with a sack full of mental baggage, some sacks much lighter and better packed, but still, our monkey bodies pulled our saturated fruits on down that road to the  site where we would seed the imagination of the entire planet. Pretty heady stuff for a ripe fruit no doubt and an opportunity for ‘ploughing some field’ in the sense of amplifying certain aspects, turning them over, cycling similar horse manure into the ‘field’. And, simply, wishing for new flowers to bloom. Is this the new age? Haha. Well,…first it depends of what your idea about the meaning of ‘is’ is. And ‘this’ is. Follow me.

I turn over the reins to a Joycean like philosophy, based on maximal play, maximal connectivity, dymaxion maximal tension, and ‘hologrammic’ prose. No Age? Knowage? Nowidge? Gnoeich? Take it or leave it. The language we use and the platforms we adopt to communicate language are the ‘things’ in play, the THINGS in the game. State of the art: sharing.

And, so, if I can leave this writers shell behind, I will write more along the lines of how I felt, with total immersion, and sound effects included. The sweat and heat of the rocks, the condor and the hawks, the trinkets, the chanting, camera flashes. And the food wrappers, button clicks, cell phone GOOD magic and play, the best be those that could weave between worlds, sewing up holes in the global microcosm wild world weavers, with feathers, shells, drums dream catchers, more feathers, teeth and rainbow jewels, crocodile cunning, mantis Yoga. Unified filed of people, doing the human thing, coming into and out of orbit. Into somewhere else, mystics, in the woods among the rocks and glkypix. Talking about wherenit, and why to the when ce fourth . And, he men and women split off into ships, motherships, EARTH central. Soil and hummus, humans, yes, the place alive.

Honoring the local Gods

And honouring the local gods I say, to mean those that I really accent made the unity between tribe, the home at every step, open wisdom and cool disposition. Getting to know the characters you bump into throughout a week of music art, performance and improvised survival in Chitchen Itza, a pretty spooky place, you might hazard a guess to blaze a fire to highlight the game. The whatnowwherewhowhyness?

It’s complicated, and it’s hidden, it’s hidden and always secret. Generally speaking, you know? Love is everywhere and peace permeates all spaces, living in potential, ready to settle into or between the cracks. And so the dead went down to the place of the dead. And the spacetime continuum folded in on itself, if you can imagine that. A cabbage inside a washingmachine, so there we were, carrying our fruits to the site.

Each individual tale of what happened in Chithen Itza is equally valid and should be equally considered as a tale of ‘what’ happened, and defined by that persons point of view (POV). Lets hope that each story can shake loose the hinges of stale bread heads and exhibit a new way to communicate. Mind body peach sitting at the beach helps too, be good to yourself in whatever way makes you feel good, duh!

Chitchen Itza, and Pueblo proved to be a pretty difficult place to communicate from with a limited patchy internet and limited phones and limited help. Which among other things, led to a whole in my ability to feedback real time with what was happening on the Solstice. Only today, 29th December 2012 have I found a chance to search ‘chitchen itza 2012’ in google, and read the articles.

I have been pretty much APPAULED at the quality of sincerity and lack of understanding from the main stream press for over 20 years anyhow, but now, with my experience of BEING THERE, and then seeing images of people reporting to  have BEING THERE, and--what it all means--reminded me of the up-hill struggle of the cop-media to capture anything that resembles ‘wisdom teachings’ and ‘ways’ of the great ancestors, elders, great old ones (GOO).

Apparently the reporters knew all-about the thousands of so called ‘festival goers’ that were honoring 'things and stuff' in very important ways. Bah Humbug, i thought, reading the press releases days later....Internet is a part of this NEW AGE thing too, you know? Visit the latest from CCC at the 29th annual meeting for an update.
 
I cannot speak for the Mayan ceremonies and rituals performed in and around the site that morning, but they were stunning and awesome sights and sounds to ma' ears. Yes! Easily the most ceremonial and audio heavy activity. Fully authentic sounding and looking, feeling, and smelling. I really felt the energy in the music at that moment.

No, no, no, no, no….THIS is what REALLY happened. (my trip to Chitchen Itza, Mexico, on the Winter Solstice 2012, and cycling day of the Mayan Long Count Baktun ‘measure’ of timespace.

My approach here pays as much respect as I can pay to Caroline Casey for her trickster redeemer qualities and etymological seed-spinning. To invoke play. To propose the open ended mystery, the coming together of the stories, the threads weaving, speaking in tongues, mind-body-speech research, each to their own, and good peace be with em'

Be GOOOOOOOD!

To be nice to each other, have fun and share wisdom, to try and live a life as an example to others, in everything you say do, eat, and play with. The ‘clown’ and the myriad of clowning acts, the prankster and the trickster, the rascal mystic, those that play harder that most scholars, those that wield the wit of a Jonathon Swift, or a Joyce, the playful satirist, cutting deeply into the fabric/skin of our shared linguistic ooze space. Who says it best?

Well, I like mysticism, and I adore mystics, I mean, I like the playfulness and the intelligence game aspect. To mean, the question of ‘what the hell is going on’ is still way up for grabs, but I am excited on behalf of the long lineage of globally active seers, shamans, witches, heretics and what I might call mystic scholars, due to the rise of information technology and the resultant ‘space-time’ we inhabit or co-create as if by magic, out of nothing, total immersion and connectivity to the greatest innovators and masters, and the dullest face smack.

I mean to imply here that a long line of outsiders, those running contrary to the current western paradigm of late capitalist bust bubble life, have been working with ‘code’. Or developing their own communications devices, systems, networks, knowledge bases etc. Today, in the last few days of 2012, it seems apparent to me that there is a BOLD statement that should fly first:

GIVE THE MAGICAL WIZARDS ACCESS TO THE SACRED SITES. Or GIVE THE LOCALS CLEAN WATER, HEALTHY FOOD AND SUFFICIENT TRADE AND BARTER SYSTEMS TO LIVE COMFORTABLY IN THE AREA SURROUNDING THE SITE.

And HONOR the local gods. Dance as they do, drink and laugh and look serious as they do, and you shall have fun, and show your shared satchel of wise-stuffing. Walk with a swank, speak highly and be the change, you wish to see in the world, take responsibility, I suppose. Of course, this is true, but what can we do to support the movement .

Walking down the path to Chitchen Itza with a candle chanting Hoooo Naaaaab Kuuuuu, the sun crept over the bushes like a sniper in orange combats, more than a thousand ‘synthesis people’ snaked on down the trail dressed in white, chanting regalia, singing, praying.

Some line confusion, double ticket gods strike a double blow, along with the ‘no big bag’ gods, who set out their laws straight, not allowing certain shaped bags and objects. The early morning Sunrise inside the Site came quickly, and early, the Mayan ceremony was taking place around the back side of the first pyramid you are confronted with.

I filmed some of their special ceremony and followed a little way, but then i felt a little invasive with my damn Ipad and walked off to the ball court to make a further series of panorama photographs surrounded by fewer tourists (of which i was one)

This introduction to my day, might as well be the introduction, or be somewhere involved with my plan to create a linked panorama tour of my trip, featuring info’ HOTSPOTS and linked media from each space, making a comprehensive ‘tool’ for multimedia interactivity and exploration…gulp……gulp….and FEEDBACK.


The Great Ball Court, Chitchen Itza (North End) in Mexico For me, the New Age did begin in some sense on the 21st December 2012, it was based on a false belief (that the website I was launching with a friend, would be launched LIVE on the 21st at 11.11 GMT) that I did not get to check till later that day, to discover it was NOT YET live. (as of writing this it IS LIVE: www.raw360.net please do go visit and you will see what I mean, wow, wicked work CHU).

Please, just love the earth, and love each other. Not so tricky eh, well, naaa, thought you might grimace with an ending like that. Oh no, not the hippies again. Well, O' yes, me thinks that message, and that of the rainbow people worldwide, the artists and writers, painters, poets, and dancers, is the message: LET US PLAY. Join the dance, the song. Change the darkness and misery into fun and laughter, with some taste if you can muster it. Let us celebrate seduction, illusion, gameplay, strategy, paucity, glossalalia. Love one another, be good, have fun.

--Steve 'Fly Agaric 23' Pratt.

www.raw360.net

4 days until December 21st 2012 by Steven Pratt

 “Conspiracy theory, in my humble opinion, is a kind of epistemological cartoon about reality.—Terence Mckenna, Dreaming Awake at the End of Time.

I must remember to remember the 21st of December. Who else will remind me? I must have my room in order and my personal space hoovered and clean, ready for any visitors who might stop by. (little did he know that fly would be playing drums at Chitchen Itza and the birthplace of the Mayan Long Count calendar)

Everything that could happen, will happen. Well, most probably. Well...i mean to say....in some sense, in some universe next door or other, the probabilities are endless. In the universe upstairs everything is different from down here. We inhabit a multitude of universes, each and every one of us uses mind to travel between worlds, inner and outer. We just don't get told this so often, or directed to the mapping room, or to pick up out 'multiverse navigation toolkit'.

But, what of the end of the Mayan calendar cycle? (in just 4 days!) and what of timewave 2012 and Terence Mckenna? and what of a global apocalypse of some kind, take your pick? I have been saying simply, "we are already into the apocalypse, i think, it just depends where you are on earth as to how apocalyptic it seems to you". But that's not really a good enough response is it.?

Well what's with all the big ideas? these great GRAND pronouncements about what may or may not happen? who are we to presume we can know anything about the future. Oh, you have statistics and trajectories, algorithms and data sets, probabilites and possible scenarios. Oh, so those with access to all that data know, or are closer to knowing what (IS) going to happen, better than any Tom, Dick or Harry would know, just surfing around the internet and reading a few books and research papers?

I agree with Terence strongly on his point about story, and the way in which a good story is told, and how the story-telling (tale of the tribe) can convey an equal amount of information content, through cadence, timing and SURPRISE. The contents of the story itself are closer to the form of music than of human speech.

To take a stab a describing what will happen, i predict that imaginations and creative explorations will surge among humans around this time, SURGE! and a small but influencial band of people will birth a new alternative culture by harnessing the outburst of arts, and recording the process for the enjoyment of others. (I must sound like i am talking about myself, and i am, but YOU TO, COME ON)

So much has already been said and published about 21st December i hope not to just be repeating popular cliches. Instead i will switch to describing some work i am involved with and that i feel encompasses some of the wonderous innovations we can expect around about that date: a new way of seeing and interacting with multimedia. (See: www.raw360.net)


John Major Jenkins: Maya Transformation 2012 (2008):

In 2012, if the McKenna scenario is right, comes Omega point.--Cosmic Trigger, pg. 223.

It seems hard to avoid hyperbole when contemplating what this means, depending on your age, sex, location, what you may have read, your outlook on science and mysticism, the drugs you choose to ingest, your optimism versus pessimism ratio, and which side of the bed you got out of this morning.

Depending on the collection of experiences and memories you have, or think you've had, and your techniques and methods of recalling them, you will keep on representing them in a cyclical self-fulfillment prophecy. In short your mode of communication can say as much, if not more, than the contents. "The medium is the message," as Mcluhan put it so well it feels like a joke in 2012. Alan Watts said 'the menu is not the meal'. Korzybski implied that 'isness is an illness', and Robert Anton Wilson developed the field of maybe logic.

So, lets start by agreeing to be careful what you write, and how you say things, or lets be cautious with our language, both writing and reading and speaking to others.

I love art and music and laughter, good food, blue skies, animals, plants, and most of all people. I really do, and, i wish them all well, and, i wish all of us could just get along better, you know? No more wars, no fighting and violence. (like a world full of Bob Marley lyrics in action) A world in harmony with itself, a world of difference and self owning beings discovering the interactions and relationships of life, love and wholeness together, forever. Ahhh.

I have wished hard for the best utopian dreams and fantasies to come down from my dream utopia into our waking life world, the world of work, rent and fear, the world we collectively often refer to as 'the real world' in and around the Black Country (West Midlands, England) and the challenges of earning your living among the working masses of people in the hive minded 'work-consume' dichotomy. A weird dull trip defined by newspaper headlines, popular fizzy drinks and terror-television, the so called 'real world' that does not often question itself, let alone encourage others to begin to formulate good questions. In my experiences living in that world.

However, somewhere along the line of my life experiences up unto this day, October 7th 2012 e.v., i have been blessed/cursed by alternative ways of thinking, and communicating. OH, god, the beauty and gentle comfort of art and philosophy, of music. Music, that soothing vibration, oh i wish i were wrapped up in it all day like silk cushions, and that i wish, i wish, i wish, everyone could have access to as much music, to as much varied music, and arguably, the best music, or the most innovative progressions in music...that they could DREAM of.

I wish that all the musical dreams of those organisms with ears, come true for them and their world of sound. I hope glory and togetherness can be felt by everybody in their own way, to the music of their choice, and i hope it plays on forever for them. Yes, i do. And if you look around about internet these days, its kind of true. Almost everything but live music is in there, just awaiting your ears and your mind and the cultural crossword puzzling can begin. Wow, what a crazy zoo of acts and sounds we have before us today, some of which are religiously popular, especially, i have found, with the young and the infirm.

So, i do wish the best for all people, and i am blowing my trumpet a little bit when it comes to my recurring criticisms, my pessimistic train of thought. A critic aimed at the holes of ignorance i perceive in the enemy. or, those who seem to be poised in positions of power and agency for change on the global scale, yet, refuse to acknowledge what others have figured out to be the most beneficial TO ALL people, thats to mean, all around the world humanity.

If only, IFIF: if only people knew that these problems have already been solved by superior intelligence and basically bigger hearts, the PROBLEMS we encounter today around the world are stemming from ignorance, and controlled hoodwinking of our ability to think for ourselves. Yes, i think there are many conspiracies interfering in the progress of 'around the world humanity', starting with unrestricted finance capitalism, followed by the international war on some drugs, for example. But if the music is real good then you might not even begin to think about these PROBLEMS, oh, the pleasures of white middle class Europe and North America.

But you see now i am already swaying from my positive form, from providing solutions and forgetting about the problems, for a moment, forgetting the government of corporations and church state grid lock, the arms race, the arts heist, the economic brutality and pharmaceutical monopoly on health. Forget that for a bit and relax yourself, maybe turn on some music, relax, find yourself, your place in the universe or spiritual place.

I sometimes hear a voice saying, "For gods sake sit up straight lad, and drink only water in the mornings. Worship the sun, say your prayers, be nice to others, do not kick up a fuss, do not challenge authority or question, your job and social status may depend upon it. I can understand that place too. As Fleetwood Mac say: you can go your own way. Walk on. However, do not take others or yourself too seriously. And be willing to say NO. And BULLSHIT.

--Steven 'Fly Agaric 23' Pratt.
www.raw360.net

Outline for a short film/animation/story?

Raising Mycelium

Terence Mckenna awakens from a long sleep, an extraterrestrial mycelim strain enters his corpse and reanimates him.

T starts a journey across california to sprinkle the magical mycelium onto the ashes and corpses of  Timothy Leary, Ken Kessey, Robert Anton Wilson and Bill Hicks.

Together, the group travel across the USA to Washington in a yellow bus, taking on the presidential race, the war on some drugs, immortalists, scientologists and fundamentalists of all denominations under the sun.

Upon reaching Washington the group of countercultural zombies stage a psychedelic rock concert. Soon drawing the attention of government officials, the zombies have a stand off with the police, arguing their case on human rights, zombie banks, the war on some drugs, and the death of satire.

The group retires to a new Millbrook in 2013, so developing Artificial General Intelligence and a new open source school for hopen learning, O'pen research. A radiodio show, open-circuit TV, broadercasting services, alive performance space, study area squared, Kitchen Itza, Mu-music rooms.

--Steven 'fly agaric 23' Pratt.

Maybelogic
Dr Marshmallow Cubicle
Radio Free Amsterdam
Temple Dragon Band
Garaj Mahal
Synthesis2012

Fly Agaric 23 to play Synthesis2012 Festival, Chitchen Itza

 I'll be heading out to play drums with Fantuzzi and others at Synthesis2012, and enjoy all the celebrations and activities in and around Chitchen Itza. I'll be writing and recording my experiences, so expect some feedback before the new year.

I look forward to seeing you out there. Love, steve fly



http://synthesis2012.com/

Synthesis 2012 Festival- A Mayan Calendar Celebration in Chichen Itza and Piste Pueblo

Welcome to the Synthesis 2012 festival, A global gathering, world music festival and spiritual celebration in Piste pueblo and Chichen Itza in the Yucatan. This 2012 festival will occur at the end of the Mayan Calendar on Dec 20th to 23rd this year. We will arrive on the 20th and participate in the global gathering on the Winter Solstice on the 21st. The Synthesis 2012 festival team is working directly with the local Mayan people, event producers in Mexico to produce this historical event.

Synthesis 2012 is also collaborating with “New Beginnings 12-21 Concert” and Mindpix Corp (www.mindpix.com).

Imagine yourself here at Chichen Itza in the Yucatan with the Mayans and thousands of others at the dawn of the new age and cycle this December.

Mayan Calendar Celebration

Contrary to media sensationalism, the end of the Mayan Calendar does not mean the end of the world. When we listen to the words of the Mayan Elders, we learn that the end of the Mayan Calendar is comparable to watching your car’s odometer roll over to all zeroes. The Mayan prophecies foretell of a transition to the age of the 5th Sun, a new time when consciousness, prosperity and the Divine Feminine prevail.

Mayan Calendar Dates

Although scholars may debate whether or not December 21st, 2012 is the exact ending date for the Mayan Calendar, we choose to celebrate this time of transition at Chichen Itza on this date because it is also the Winter Solstice and the Galactic Alignment. We invite you to come celebrate and co-create with us for 3 days of music, dance, ceremony and intention-setting for this bridge of transition to the golden age of the 5th Sun at our 2012 festival.

Synthesis 2012 Festival Attractions

We are currently offering international entertainment including Reggae, West African Drum & Dance, Steel Drums, Flamenco Fusion,  Afro-Funk Fusion, Cuban,  Mayan Music & Dance, Prehispanic Music and Mexican Dance as well as name bands such as Scott Huckabay, Chris Berry & Pangea, Human, Freedom, Diane Patterson, Al Torre, Mirabai & Ceiba. There will also be a variety of presentations by keynote speakers, a tour of the Mayan temples and access to special places known only to locals and regular visitors. Synthesis 2012 festival participants will also receive a copy of Transforming Through 2012, an in-depth compendium of experts on the meaning of 2012.

http://synthesis2012.com/

21/12/2012: The end of capitalism starting with Coca Cola

The recent news from Bolivia, concerning their decisions to kick out the coca cola company due to violence, corruption and unrestricted finance capitalism, makes me sit up and listen and engage once again with the 2012 phenomena.

Here we have the kind of tipping point that could begin a new era of corporate responsibility and humanity waking up to the horrors of unrestricted finance capitalism and discovering ways to say no, and kick out the culprits from theor community and/or country, protecting the citizens from any nefarious impact and damage, such as that damage Coca-Cola have, to South America in particular, but the entire world and it's citizens generally.

Fly Agaric 23 retains a special symbiotic relationship with coca-cola and the coca-cola company, and a special symbiotic relationship with Father Christmas. Both of these mysterious western capitalist phenomena employ the 'red and white' color scheme, as does the 'fly agaric: Amanita Muscaria mushroom. Take note. Fly Agaric grows without charge in the wilderness of natural abundance. Father Christmas and Coca-Cola require a multi Billion Dollar all-around-the-world system of propaganda, lies, deciet and promotional campaigning to keep up their mythological capitalist show.

I represent this news from Bolivia, and hope to help volley the message far and wide. I have added a description of Belching out the Devil by Mark Thomas, for some further insight into the coca-cola curse. Peace, steve fly agaric 23 (acrillic)

Amsterdam, Sensi Empire (2/8/12)

"Bolivia Set To Banish Coca-Cola To Mark Mayan End Of Capitalism

For most Americans, Bolivia is a third world South American country last robbed by Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. However this impoverished nation is making headlines due to its Minister of External Affairs recent announcement that the Coca-Cola Company, one of the world’s largest corporations, is to be booted out of there by year’s end.

David Choquehuanca, the minister in question, explained that Coca-Cola will be expelled from Bolivia on the same day that the Mayan calendar enters a new cycle–December 21. According to Choquehuanca, the date marks the end of capitalism and the start of a culture of life in community-based societies. In order to celebrate that, Bolivia’s government is already planning a series of events that will take place at the Southern Hemisphere’s Summer Solstice on La Isla del Sol, one of the largest islands in Lake Titicaca.

“The twenty-first of December 2012 is the end of selfishness, of division. The twenty-first of December has to be the end of Coca-Cola and the beginning of mocochinche (a local peach-flavored soft drink),” Choquehuanca told reporters at a political rally for Bolivia’s president, Evo Morales. “The planets will line up after 26,000 years. It is the end of capitalism and the beginning of communitarianism,” he added.

It’s already been rumored that Venezuela’s president, Hugo Chavez, will follow suit, encouraging his country to ditch the American beverage for soft drinks produced locally.

It’s curious that Bolivia decided to forbid Coca-Cola in its territory, considering that one of the soft drink’s main ingredients is said to be coca extract (Coca-Cola refuses to confirm that, saying that this is part of their secret formula.) -- http://www.forbes.com/sites/andersonantunes/2012/08/01/bolivia-set-to-banish-coca-cola-to-mark-mayan-end-of-capitalism/

"But it'll make zero difference to Mark Thomas’s tireless campaigning. Stand-up comic turned agent provocateur and writer, in his latest book Belching Out The Devil, Thomas travels the world to expose the flaws of the Coca-Cola business system: a bottling plant in Colombia where trade unionists are routinely murdered by paramilitary death squads, child labour in fields surrounding a sugar mill in El Salvador and the unfathomable decision of opening a plant heavily reliant on water in an area of India already prone to drought.

The Coca-Cola Company absolves itself of any blame because on paper it doesn't actually own any of these franchise plants or the independently owned sugar mill. All it does is manufacture the syrup ingredient to make the fizzy pop. "All of this stuff is about Coke's tentacles and the way it works," says Thomas. "It draws these lines of demarcation between responsibility." --http://thequietus.com/articles/00687-coca-colonisation-mark-thomas-on-coke

THE MULTI STORY BARD BARK (a short multi story)

A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS AND READERS....


I promised my friends and myself that I would write a multi-story about the multi-story car park in Stourbridge that is scheduled to be demolished today (April 1st, 2012). So here is a first draft, its pretty RAW will undergo editing at a later date.

Enoy, and please feel free to feed back as you see fit. (the original idea was a multi authored story, so if anyone wants to pick up a thread, please do). Maybe somebody from Stourbridge will get a hold of this a print it out and give it out to some locals, feel free my friends, Love, steve fly

THE MULTI STORY BARD BARK. (first draft)
by Steven James Pratt, 1st April 2012.

(Any names, events, or places that are similar by name, event or by places--existing in the real universe outside of this story--is purely and totally coincidental. It is, in fact, the wishes of the author to make fiction from the imagination and raw material of experience.)


The RACE day

A large group of people had gathered atop of the car park with a wide selection of wheeled vehicles about to embark on the well-travelled voyage down the ramps to the bottom, but today was a special day, the annual multi story car park rally.

With sponsorship from a number of locally independent brewers and horticulturalists the event boasted safety wardens, repairmen, judges and prizes for the winners. The event was broken up into 6 heats, a semi-final, quarter-final and final, with over 30 competitors in all. The event had attracted attention from the local news and print media along with the police and a couple of  crazy poets with attitude.

A small Tescno canon fired from out of a shopping trolley to signify the start of the race, and a stretch of recycled Tesco bags provided the material for the finish line. Alike the London marathon many competitors dressed up in fancy dress and built customized vehicles with aesthetics and look in mind, as well as performance, a wacky races indeed.

Here is a list of some of the racers and their vehicles from the fastest heats so far: Steve and his hobbyhorse trolley, Nick and his Roller Bin, Dave and his modified skateboard, Dean and his sidecar, Scot and his wheeled snowboard, Sarah and her bicycle, Kevin and his space tractor, Paul and his fishtank tank on wheels, Andy on his boat bike, Mick and his jolly trolley racer, Adam and his cow cart, Nell and his fire engine, Jenny and her azzy powered cart, Emily and her Sex Cripple sled, Simon and his wheeled suit case, jimmy, and his tricycle racer, Bobby and his pogo-stick.

The semi-final race turned out to be one of the best remembered and closest of all races that day, here’s what a local poet threw up onto a page at the race, after a drunken night at a pole dancing club.

Nick and Scot were first off the mark leaving Sarah and Andy close behind, Nick’s roller-bin cornered remarkable well considering its shape, and Nick obviously knew the racing line and had the extra determination and racing spirit, which half way down the car park just slightly edged scot and his wheeled snowboard aside, putting his in the lead going into the final four corners.

The crowd noise was loud and wild, spectators wearing fancy dress egged on the racers like in the ‘Tour De France’ with some hilarious scenes, such as Sponge Bob Pete running alongside Bob's yellow lawnmower, and then tripping up proper, resulting in Andy’s boat bike hitting him and sending both parties into a heap of Bob, thankfully unharmed and easily the stars of that particular race, at least with the spectators who pissed themselves laffin'

Sarah’s bicycle was made to look like it was built from wood whereas in fact it was a traditional steel frame, painted and re-modelled to appear like wood, it was pretty fast but made it very difficult to turn quickly and pass other racers. However Sarah managed to pass Andy on the last corner and gain a quarter final place.

The race for first place saw scotty pulling Nick’s roller-bin by the handle and managing to pip him on the post, however due to this semi illegal move, and according the judges multi-story car park rally rule book 2000 A.D, Scot was disqualified and so Nick went through to the finals by default, his smile was as large as the viaduct.

The finals were held on a Friday evening, some strong spot-lights had been added which increased the tension among the racers, and with 300 Pounds prize money for the winner the pressure was building like a fart inside an evelope.

The finalists were Emily and Nick, Emily was riding on what she called her sex-cripple sled, and Nick was once more on his wheely bin. Both contraptions were heavily customized and almost unrecognizable from their former life, between the sponsors logos and personal messages in the rallying tradition and the new decorative racing suits worn by both racers, you might have thought they were formula one competitor’s, with a stronger sense for taste and humour. 

The trolley cannon fired and the crippled sled just about got a nose ahead of Nick, maybe due to the longer vehicle, but into the first corner Nick already clawed back into the lead with a nudge on Emily and her sled, that put her off the racing line, she raised a middle finger and cursed her competition.

A bunch of young skateboarding punks who had claimed the Multi-story as their own with the help of a local councillor had made a special banner with the stylized words that read: “SOS: Save our Skate-park (from the Capitalist Tesco Devils)”. The banner caught Nicks eye as he whizzed past and caused him to wobble a touch when going into the third corner, at which point Emily regained the lead with a fantastic sliding pass, preserved in a photograph, now legendary taken by a very well dressed man in a trilby hat.

Entering the final corner in her sex-cripple sled, Emily let go of the steering wheel and punched the air for the hundreds of fans and supporters gathered near the finish line, as she reached up in the air Nick launched into a final spurt, ducking his head down to increase the aerodynamic flow of his vehicle, he shot forward edging neck and neck with Emily, who gasped with surprise at his unexpected last minute surge for the win.

Another memorable photograph captures the looks on the racers faces looking at each other as they pass the finish line together. After a few minutes deliberation and comparing of photos of the ‘photo finish’ it was decided that Nick was just a hairs knacker behind Emily, now the 2001 Multi-story rally champion.

Suddenly a bombardment of water bombs rained down off the top of the car park onto those below, then a shopping trolley was thrown off the top that left a local M.P critically injured when it struck her while she tried to shut down the races. Later it turned out the trolley was thrown by a rival M.P which just goes to show how politics is really a blood sport carried out by psychopaths and general wrong-doers. 

PART 1 (12 years later)

Last night my friend Rice and I were both feeling pretty restless while waiting for some weed to arrive, twiddling our thumbs, when Joe said, let’s go down to the multi-story and get something going. Come on Rice, tonight’s the night, tonight’s the night, maybe the last one for 25 P beers, and 1 pound 69 p cider providers. Cheers on toast bro’

--Alright Joe, let’s go get em’.

We blacked up in our Ninja suits and set out the door with a night vision camera, a black bag of stainless tools and some gold spray paint. We arrived at the scene of the demolishment from out of the housing estate opposite, pausing behind a speed camera box before sprinting across the road up to the metal fence.

--Look, them crafty bastards have installed cameras all around the perimeter, Joe said, if we is gonna’ get in there we must be over that fence as fast as a cat running from a pellet gun.

--So on three, I said, shaking from a little nervous pang burrowing into my guts. A feeling I had felt before when breaking and entering, painting trains, robbing banks and crossing international boarders without the correct papers.

--Three!

And we hoisted ourselves up over the fence and dropped the other side into a pile of concrete and metal supports that looked like a large slabs of nugget fudge pierced by mint chocolate matchsticks. We scuttled off into the crumbling 8 story car park with our night vision goggles that Joe had nicked from his uncle Charles who was currently in the Royal Marines.

--Let’s have a look at the stair well, Joe said, maybe we can get up to the top that way rather than walking the route that the vehicles take, what do you think mate. Joe paused and then stopped walking, his attention shifted to a square man-hole cover next to what looked like a man hole.

--Hey Rice, looky what we have here, a god damned man hole hidden beneath the first layer of tarmac, I reckon we should take a peak. Joe said, alreading on his knees peering down into the hole.

--I dunno Joe, maybe we should drop our pieces first and investigate this hole afterwards I said.

And with that we prepared two large areas of wall with some white primer and threw up our latest ideogrammic equations over the next 40 odd minutes after which we rolled a nice joint and photographed the room with the new decorations that together elucidated the cosmological constant first intuited by Einstein himself, fulfilling their general guiding principle: Language versus the equation.

After sharing a pretty strong joint they packed up their cans neatly and moved back to where the hole descended into the floor. Joe looked at me, smiled and then clambered feet first down into the top rim of the hole, dangling his feet below trying to find some support.

--Yep, there’s something here Rice, another step or something, maybe we should drop an illuminated glow-stick down here and get a better idea of how far it goes down.

Rice cracked a glow-stick open and dropped it into the hole, they both watched it fall for about 20 seconds before it stopped at the bottom, or got tangled up in something. Pretty deep, I said, this looks like a proper entry to the sewer system I reckon, let’s get down there.

I climbed down after Joe and we descended the metal ladder into the dark damp silence, my heart racing like the clappers.

Roughly 20 meters down the hole there was another large pipe with some wool hanging from its sharp rusty edges, we stepped into the pipe and moved down towards a light source someway in the distance.

--We must have been walking about 50 meters by now, I guess, which would put us roughly under the Crystal leisure centre. Yeah that must be the source of the light source ahead, I said.

We came to another opening that led up a large stone step into a room from where voices could be heard. Men and women’s voices in what sounded to me like a jolly mood. We paused for a moment and looked at each other with a terrified stare, eyes white, skin pale.

--Shall we enter like we were invited then? I asked. Um, yeah, good plan man, Rice said. But maybe we’ll be getting into trouble for nothing, I said with second thoughts. First thought best thought, Rice said while pushing the door open.

PART 2.

Rice and I entered a large cold chamber area and we both shrieked aloud at what we saw going on before our eyes, two muscle men had a small lamb chained to a bridge suspended about 6 feet off the ground while a tall blonde women held a bejewelled dagger above her head seemingly about to sacrifice the lamb. She turned and looked at us as we entered, mouth agape, eyes alight with mania.

--Welcome young boys, please, take a seat over here behind the old bridge and please stay quiet, anymore sudden sounds and the lamb may choke herself to death before we get the damn thing right, so...the lady said, turning back to the lamb and raising the dagger above her head once more.

--Yes, I said, and we both sat down next to some other cloaked figures all in black and of both sexes by the look of the bulges poking out from their cloaks.

--Cloak and dagger, Rice said as he winked at me and smiled, I think we are in the shit bruv, we stumbled into some underground business ceremony and initiation. I bet this is some Tesco initiation, I said.

--Yeah, this looks like what my mate Rob once claimed was going on inside the car park on special days of the year, usually the equinox’s and summer and winter Solstice. This is just like how he described it. A Sacrificial lamb, a dagger and a bunch of men in dresses.

I stopped speaking when I noticed the female with the dagger had a tale trailing out from her robe, and a reptilian looking tale at that. I nudged Rice and pointed with my eyes, wide open, blinking and nodding to him. This is like David Icke's wet dream, i thought to myself.

--Jesus Christ, Rice exclaimed, and as he spoke the dagger slit the lambs throat and a torrent of blood began oozing out into a small golden bowl as the lamb wriggled and shook with jerky movements for about a minute.

The blonde lady then picked up the bowl of lambs blood and added an unknown white substance, next, she turned and acknowledged the four cardinal directions, waved her hands in the air and intoned something that sounded to me like a cross between Latin, German and Pakistani languages. A strange and eerie angry sound to my ears, just right for an initiation ritual I thought,

--and now we drink, the priestess said.

--Cheers, Rice said as he took a deep swig of the warm fresh blood, swallowed, squinted his eyes, smiled and passed the bowl to me as if this was a regular activity for him, for a split second I thought I have been hoodwinked into climbing down here and Rice was already one of them, whoever they were. Reptilian tesco's shapeshifters.

I tipped my head back and in classic style took a large quantity down the wrong hole, instantly I started coughing out a portion of the blood leaving specks all over the priestess and the chequered floor. She stopped abruptly before moving onto the next in line and uttered, silly boy, you must hold it down lad, are you stupid or something now you have lambs blood up your nose don’t you. It was at that moment I noticed her pointed ears and that she was in fact wearing a wig, images from the book and movie 'Witches' by Ronnie Doll crept into my hiphopcampus and scared me.

PART 3.

The charges had been set, all the sewer pipes blocked and the water mains switched off, the gas and electric suppliers had stopped all services to the Multi Story, Ken the fat foreman on the demolition job had checked his check list again due to the fact that he had recalled a dream from the night before in which he was constantly calling up the Gas company office where his wife worked, asking them why they had not yet turned off the gas, over and over again he saw this scenario play out in his dream, and responsibly acted on that dream.

--All good Dave, just need to get the go ahead plot from the Fire and Police services and our friends running the security drill from old Kroll associates, you know George and his mates, and so we’ll soon hit the plunger and detonate this concrete son-of-a-bitch.

One fat red faced member of the American based Kroll group was still inside the building analysing each charge that had been set, ticking them off on his check list. He knelt down to the ground and placed his check by the base of a large concrete pillar and heard a noise, it was a voice seemingly coming from below his feet, he stopped, smiled and walked on to the exit, calling back to Ken the foreman--all clear, he said.

--Check, Dave said as he closed his phone; this is it fellas', we are on schedule, it's 9.56 and the explosives are set and checked, and triple checked again, here we go, here we go, here we, here we go!

Simon Cowell stepped out of his trailer wearing a special combat suit and sparkling Michael Jackson inspired silver gloves, he shuffled over to the control vehicle and entered the red zone where the detonation plunger awaited him beyond the red tape and scissors.

--Hey Simon, I love you, I want your children, shouted a middle aged man holding hands with his wife, can you sign my Mr Blobby single please I just love you Si, please please, oh thankyou Jesus.

Simon turned and looked at the balding fat bloke and his pretty fat, pretty greasy looking wife and grimaced, stared out into space for 10 seconds and then stepped back out of the trailor towards the couple who were standing with thousands of other explosives fanatics behind the corded off area, holding a big black pen in one hand and an I-phone in the other.

--Give it hear you fat bastard, he said, watching his wife’s eyes light up to a bit of verbal abuse.

--Give us a good blow job then Simon, she said, laughing already at Simon’s face as it turned from a happy puppy to an angry dog. Motherfuckers, Simon said under his breath, tossing the Mr Blobby 7 inch single way too far into the crowd for the couple to grab. Jump you fucking retards, he said, Jump Jump Jump.

Simon stepped to the detonator and put on his fake cheesy smile as he wrapped his glittery gloves around the plunger in true wanker style.

--God save Tesco’s and the supermarket industry of this great nation, may god bless all who shop in her.

He pushed down the plunger, and at first nothing happened as if the charges had failed to fire. Then an almighty bang surged through the air, smoke, glass, debris and dust flew after it.

--For crying out loud, what the fuck was that? Dave shouted, still holding his hands over his ears and kneeling down in an emergency crash position. Holy shit.

There was an unexpected silence as the dust setled, everybody looked dazed and confused from the sound of the blast alone, staggering around like some of the survivors of the 911 detonation, or like Japanese Butoh dancers without the rags. Car sirens belted across the town in synchrony as if King Kong had took a massive dump creating an mini-earthquake.

Slowly and unbelievably to the onlookers and demolishment experts the structure of the multi-story car park was still visible to them, but, the rest of their surrounding town had been dramatically altered. Flatted, blew up, totally fucked up beyond all recognition.

--Holy mother of God, what have we done, Simon Cowell said, equally bewildered and shocked at what happened.

--What have you done, Simon! it looks to me like you blew shit out of every other building in town but the Multi Story car park that we supposed to have levelled, how on earth, Dave said, scratching his head which was still resonating with the blast of the after shock like a full force hangover from cheap Gin.





Then the emergency sirens started and the scale of the fuck-up could be seen, 12 buildings had fallen down which surrounded the intended one to be grounded, 6 of those had people inside and 13 of those people were injured due to flying debris and smoke inhalation. Remarkably nobody lost their life that day, well, that’s not really true, somebody did die that day, but the case is on-going, and the cause of death still under revision. Homicide or suicide?

2 hours after the explosion Simon Cowell was half way back to London for his group shot together with Mickey Mouse and Mr Blobby, who had teamed up on a new hit single called Blobby Mouse Music all night long. Yet at the site of the detonation disaster the real action was only just getting started, what happened next changed the day’s proceedings from strange to the damned right bizzare, I still can't believe what's happening now.

PART 4.

Some little chav’ joker, or skater-punk must have thought it would be funny to erect the American flag in the rubble beside the car park to give the impression that this was our local 911 attack, which would have worked out for the kid had he not tripped and twisted his ankle on his way out of the rubble and wound up squirming in the concrete and mangled metal like some injured animal by the roadside, needless to say, the security got to him and carried him away for questioning, a few beatings and a place on the criminal DNA database.

Once more from somewhere deep down in the earth an explosion could be felt which was at least 3 hours after the main mega-blast. Many people scattered like cockroaches in a panic believing this to be yet another demolition explosion, which it was, but true and in resonance with their perceptions it was way way down beneath the earth.

Then all-of-a-sudden the car park site cracked and fell through the floor and continued falling down one floor after another until the building was at least 50 stories under the ground, but nobody was looking at the shitty concrete rubble anymore, they were transfixed by something else, something beautiful and enchanting.

--Mary mother of Christ, it’s a fucking underground base, I knew they were breeding aliens in this town, I just knew it, look, LOOOOOOK! A kid shouted peering over the edge of the hole, pointing and wiggling his finger.

The American Kroll associate was already parasailing head first down the hole, followed by a group of cloaked individuals who came running out of a house situated close by. As they flew off the edge like base-jumpers into the hole some people started cheering, as if some sporting event was underway, yet, in fact these were not the people to be cheering, I tell you now. If only they public knew how despicable and evil their plan was, how they wished to destroy whats left of the town, and all who live there, leaving only a Tesco super village centre run by robots and automated intelligence systems designed by BAE systems, Northrop Gunman, Lucent technologies and Raytheon, all technologies which proved very effective at every task they were programmed to carry out.

The machines were indeed efficient but leaving the local people to roam around the streets like zombies, unable to comprehend the speed and efficiency these machines were capable of when programed to put the middle classes out of work and the means to productivity. However, the means to communication could not be upsurped in the same way.

--Rice, Rice, wake up mate, are you OK. I said, grabbing his arm in the pitch darkness. Yes, yes, fine, but those poor motherfuckers up there are going to be in a world of shit if we let this just roll along like a hollywood movie plot, or some weird short story that lacks any hero or a happy ending, Screw that, I ain't going out like that, I ain't going out! Rice pontificated.

The pipe we were sitting in was about half way between the lip of the hole and the top of the building that had just fallen in. A fat rat came scuttling by and leapt off the end of the pipe onto one of the parasailing ropes and ran straight down towards the concrete jungle below.

--I guess that’s the way to do it bruv’ Rice said while he also gripped the rope and started to slide down after the rat, come on Kinch, he said, and so I followed him down towards the glowing emerald lights and a low hum of engines or of air conditioning or of bass heavy ambient music, I couldn’t decipher which.

Upon reaching the bottom I looked back up and noticed another gang of cloaked weirdo’s descending down the line after us, a terrible sight as they were carrying swords and knives, gleaming in slice of light breaking on through from the hole.

--Go, go, go, I said.

to be continued....

--Steven James Pratt, 1st April 2012.

http://www.expressandstar.com/news/2012/03/30/landmark-car-park-due-for-demolition/

"With Stourbridge Lib Dem politician Chris Bramall, saying: “It will be so sad to see the end of ramparts - at least it will go out with a bang.” 
http://www.stourbridgenews.co.uk/news/9617999.Skaters_set_to_mourn_multi_storey_wipeout/

Fly By Night with Steve The Fly 04

Posted in: Fly By Night, Radio Free Amsterdam, Steve Fly

The Fly is finishing up the night at the Café Belgique with music by Art Blakey, Otis Rush, Tribe, Shuggie Otis, Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood, Slayer, Junior Wells, Otis Rush, Miles Davis, John Sinclair & Ed Moss, Magic Sam, and Brother Jack McDuff.
The John Sinclair Foundation Presents

FLY BY NIGHT WITH STEVE THE FLY 04
Café Belgique, Amsterdam, January 20, 2012 [FA-0004]
[01] Art Blakey: Oscalypso
[02] Otis Rush: Working Man
[03] Tribe: A New Day
[04] Shuggie Otis: Freedom Flight
[05] Lee Perry & Adrian Sherwood: Wake Up Call
[06] Slayer: Reigning Blood
[07] Junior Wells: Early In The Morning
[08] Otis Rush: All Your Love
[09] Miles Davis: Excerpt
[10] John Sinclair with Ed Moss & the Society Jazz Orchestra: Steps > Spectrum > LUYAH! The Glorious Step
[12] Magic Sam: Everything Gonna Be Alright
[13] Closing Music: Brother Jack McDuff: Goodnight, It’s Time To Go
A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve “Fly” Pratt for Radio Free Amsterdam
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Sidney Daniels
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
© 2012 Steve Pratt & The John Sinclair Foundation

http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/fly-by-night-with-steve-the-fly-04/

A Response to some current events (Sopa, wikileaks, Joyce, Pipa)

A Response to some current events.

A Joke for January 2012:

“What are you in for, buddy?” said the Bad Bwoy

“I got drunk and drove my car into a breast implant centre, killing two pedestrians and injuring six women because my wife planned to have em’ removed, i got 4 years.” Pipa replied... “what are you in for?”

“I shared the biggest ever batch of classified documents about the inner workings of global governments, corporations and banks, I just got out of the hole where they mentally tortured me. I'm in for life, me.” said the Bad Bwoy.

“And you, hey, you, what you in for kid?” Pipa asked the third prisoner.

“I downloaded the complete Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars movies for my grandma, I got five years”

“What!”

Joyce and Pipa

While the copyright on the major works of the Irish Genius James Joyce expired on the 1st January 2012, moving them into the public domain, to my delight, the rest of the world’s literature, film, music, arts and business are threatened by Sopa and Pipa, exaggerated draconian laws which like most bad policy, in fact, work to increase the confusion and do little to curb the problem. I wonder...is Joyce having the last laugh at us all stumbling around within the English language networks and webs, meanwhile, surrounded by the cloaking tech-cloud of all languages, translation tools, and nearly all combinations of languages and possible phrases, slang and everything under the sun, together swirling around in cyberspace, copying itself into a giant bubbling soup, our internet, like Joyce’s Wakean ‘nat’ language, seeking replication and interuption, new combinations.

Tony Bliar: Sports Chimp

I saw that old cheating chimp Tony Blair in a disgusting news item from the even more disgusting, to me, Time magazine reporting his sport campaign that got me hopping mad there for a few minutes yesterday (Jan. 18th) but soon, I realized, he’s not worth shedding many finger strokes over is he? (do I look bovverd?) so I skip the two-faced Bush puppy, war monger-lyer, and move on...Name calling always feels better while typing than reading afterwards.

Faith-Based

Many words have been shed on the general troubles in the middle East, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Libya, Afghanistan. It's complex, I can say that much. Yet I would repeat here my shared hope, somewhat riffing on something I heard from uncle Bob once, the general idea that if all sides in these conflicts were to drop their conflicting--equal and opposite religious faith--which tells them that they and they’re group, party, or nation, whatever and only they’re group, party or nation, whatever; know the divine holy truth, then, maybe, some progress might be made in sharing the abundance of resources surrounding them.

Negotiating towards making global trade, shared resources, without being dictated too based upon some out-of-date scripture or totalitarian spy state system that embodies similar religious 'faith based' ideology, such as: trust in your government and one nation under surveilance. O.K  

The problem of faith-based government, meanwhile, gestates in the west causing equal havoc and confusion. Not checking the facts for yourself can leave you with piles of useless, empty bonds, useless laws and law enforcement and, a self-destructive industry built upon munitions, warfare and what Bucky Fuller aptly calls ‘Killingry’. Wake up, think for yourself, stop the war, stop the cuts.

Rupert Sopadoch

That of all the scum bags to come out in support of the ‘Stop Online Piracy Act’ Rupert Murdoch crawled out from a stone and said (tweeted?) something uninformed and typically volatile on the issue, how do these damn papers and news websites publish his words without reminding us of the recent Newscorp Phone Hacking Scandal? How contradictory his words seem, to me, in the light of facts about that case.

I implore my readers and friends to boycott the entertainment industry as far as the super majors are concerned, and at your own discretion, but, please be conscious of the fact that when you buy movie tickets, and DVD’s and CD’s from the Major labels and production factories your supporting them and their ilk, you are what you buy into, Food, clothing, drinks, music, entertainment, everything you interact with. Nobody is perfect, but make an effort to think. A new war sounds like fighting talk, but a war metaphor is invoked here, this war, to me, started when entertainment industry stared ‘fattening frogs for snakes’ as the saying goes.

(slight rant) It started, I reckon, when the no-playing motherfuckers in the entertainment business started war/relations with those who challenged they’re authority, the content providers, and so begun signing artists and projects based upon they’re commercial viability opposed to artistic merit (e.g see the latest incarnation: Simon Cowell) and openly attacking any and all alternative entertainment culture (see counter counter-culture history) eventually co-opting them to jive with the slick super-global corporate model, presenting watered down snips trickled out to specific segments of the public in pre-meditated programming, interspersed with adverts and flashy edits, censors and any whims of whoever holds the money, at least, thas' I see it, after this recent Sopa/Pipa malarchy and the Hollywood, Pop Music industry and Book publishing house support for an incredibly ill thought out and dangerous set of new laws.

Nutty Logic with Steve Fly

Posted in: Radio Free Amsterdam, Steve Fly

The John Sinclair Foundation Presents

NUTTY LOGIC WITH STEVE FLY
Cafe The Zen, Amsterdam, January 11, 2012 [SFNL-0001]

Steve Fly created this salute to Robert Anton Wilson and put it together with John Sinclair at Cafe The Zen in Amsterdam Oost last night and we’re rushing it onto the Radio Free Amsterdam airwaves today, with musical selections from Alice Coltrane, John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth, Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane At Carnegie Hall, Dr. John & The Lower 911, Ed Sanders, the Miles Davis Sextet, Louis Armstrong, Eddie Jefferson, and John Coltrane & Duke Ellington, with several contributions from Robert Anton Wilson himself.

NUTTY LOGIC PLAYLIST

[01] Alice Coltrane: Journey to Satchidananda
[02] Robert Anton Wilson: New Tsarism
[03] John Sinclair & Beatnik Youth: Brilliant Corners
[04] Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane: Nutty
[05] Dr. John & The Lower 911: Black Gold
[06] Robert Anton Wilson; Maybe Logic
[07] Ed Sanders: What If William Blake Had Gone To New Orleans?
[08] Miles Davis Sextet: So What
[09] Louis Armstrong: Black and Blue
[10] Robert Anton Wilson: TSOG Rising
[11] Eddie Jefferson: Parker’s Mood
[12] John Coltrane & Duke Ellington: In a Sentimental Mood

A JOINT PRODUCTION
Produced by Steve Fly
Edited, assembled & annotated by John Sinclair
Executive Producer: Leslie Lopez
Sponsored by Ceres Seeds & The Hempshopper, Amsterdam
(c) 2012 The John Sinclair Foundation
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Mark Pesce and the 'Nextbillionseconds'

I view Mark's latest explorations and insight as possibly the greatest collection of information for the tribe. The full Global Village.

Please take a look and read for yourself. Mark has a kind of futurism that is firmly rooted in scientific and mathematical data, yet has the excitment and imagination you might expect from a science fistion writer. Mark seems to have mapped a number of alternative paths that I see as illuminating the kind of questions we may need to meditate upon and ACT? as we move into 2012.

--Steve Fly Agaric 'James' Pratt 23




http://thenextbillionseconds.com/video/mind-share/

PC 2012 is for Prophets Conference: 2012 Tipping Point.

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Thanks Borsky, you got me cooking on this too. Most of my questions and remarks here are probably addressed at one of the great links above, but I'll wade through some thoughts anyhow... RAW Wavetime,

Where to start? I think that A.N Whitehead, a mathematical philosopher, remains one of Mckenna’s acknowledged sources for 'Novelty theory' 'timewave'  (if you will),  who gets generally overlooked by his critics, like Jung too, who Terence has lectured on, and not forgetting McLuhan and Joyce, coincidancely; or the fact that his theory was brilliantly approximated and first launched to a wider reading audience in Cosmic Trigger (1977).

Besides the rare and complex manual – The Invisible Landscape (which I have read, but find hard work to translate into meaningful, useful sentences, but hell, maybe I’ll give that a shot next week?) I would be interested to read anyone on Whitehead and/or Wilson, who has passed pre-judgement of Terence Mckenna as a cranky dippy hippy. Not that I believe in Novelty Theory and the principle of “Concressence” as described by Whitehead, but I feel that they fit nicely, poetically with the some of the more optimistic models and metaphors for our collective futures, and they just sound better to me than Apocalypse and Armageddon.

Concressence, ahhhhhh, yes, sounds like the noise a river might make or a tree canopy in the wind, and it sounds to me little bit like ‘Consilence’ a word coined by Edward O. Wilson to mean a jumping together of knowledge. I recall that the strange attractor, invoked by Ralph Abraham, Rupert Sheldrake and Terence Mckenna, was called by Terence, among other things, the transcendental Object at the end of time. (um, and here I always like to throw in the time-machine tale of the tribe, described by Terence here, in an interview I secured for the MQ from Paul Krassner.

“One idea i have for an end of history scenario: Time travel becomes more and more discussible, finally there are laboratories working on it, finally there is a prototype machine, finally it's possible to conceive of a test; and so on the morning of December 12, 2012, at the world Temporal Institute headquarters in the Amazon Basin, by a worldwide, high definition, three-dimensional hook up, the entire world tunes in to see the first flight into time. - http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/06/0604FurtherWeirdness.htm

Wishful thinking on my behalf leads me to this kind of time-travel scenario, but I envision a more widely accessible – craft – for accessing the new and as yet, fully developed – time-travel device. Ha, think Mcfly, think! And of course, I wish that this technology-language transformation happens – out of the control of the worlds current - energy, food, drug and media mafia – at an invisible college, or something, I dunno’ Timetravel would be heretical, and branded as Time terrorism for sure, so I Imagine then that these experiments in 2012 would have to be carried out in relative secret, for a more probable success. Hold on....what am I saying here....OK, so, I’ll come clean, I am a compulsive 2012 phenomena obsessive, maybe due to my initial LSD driven flights into Mayan dreamspell Calendar consciousness, or the Millennium fever, or Terence dying on us like that, and me sort of pledging, in a naive fashion – to continue the work, and find the others who felt that Terence Mckenna was a Shaman of our times who was being sincere in his scientific based research into time, being, consciousness, and the Universe. Call me a sucker, but I was sold, and still am to some degree, due my compulsive imprints of 2012 meme’s in the mid 1990’s.

Last Friday I bought the new 2012: Science or Superstition, book by Alexandra Bruce published by Disinformation books, and as an adjunct to the DVD of the same name. The book has stimulated some new thoughts on the phenomena, and I have found the information more palatable in text form than on the DVD, realizing how visual aids and flashy production in video documentaries often detract from the information at hand, as much as they may help communicate information. With so many different theories, references and characters to wade through when evaluating the 2012 phenomena, I find that the steady pace of reading a physical book, and pausing to do a little web research along the way, helps the processing of the new information sink in, at least for me, and for the 2012 pehenomena. (Drum roll please)

Although this writing here is not in E-Prime, I can appreciate the positive effects given off when one uses certain semantic hygiene when describing certain phenomena, and I feel that the entire 2012 industry now emerging on the fringes of Hollywood and the New Age circuit and book clubs would benefit, and be a whole lot more useful to humanity, if they adopted E-Prime, or other scientifically, operationalist’ oriented language. After all, one model not mentioned in the book – yet – that I imagine for the 2012 Solstice is a complete revision of languages, maybe the English language will become useless in the face of the new technology awaiting us, just around the corner, you know, the translinguistic goo or T9000 Glossalalia?... (excuse me, I’m off into a short story scene once more.)

The end of the word! Might fit with the idea of the end of history, in that without words the imperial history of empire and all that resembles it, crumbles into dust, and then gas, big farts escaping out into the cosmos. Yeah, and Finnegans Wake has done most of the hard work for us, yeah, you knew FW would come into this didn’t you, eh. Haha. Well, I got this from Bobby really, but I do think that FW and the 2012 phenomena are complimentary to each other in that they both represent the end of the word, but also, interestingly to me, link to the sinking of the Titanic in April 1912.

Oh, and one other thing about Terence and the 2012 phenomena, one thing that distinguishes Terence from the rest of the crowd seems to be not only his adoption of positive psychoactive drug related theories connecting ancient cultures and the use of various intoxicating sacraments, such as DMT by various time-space obsessed shamans around the world, to gain insight into the sub-microscopic and macro-cosmological realms, but Mckenna’s modern day - active resistance - and campaigning against prohibition and the criminal war on some people who use some drugs, he was in the brave warrior tradition of Leary, Wilson and a few others.

So I ask the question, can we have our world block-party 2012, and time-travel wherever we like, without our drugs? Umm, now, that kind of question raises the question of a chemically mediated 2012 phenomena, a super happy knowledge virus? Edible internet Solstice sales? But seriously, as I just read somewhere in the book – many of the 2012 experts have not had a psychedelic experience, but claim to know all about Mayan culture, their symbolism and calendar and what they mean.

I must, as a bit of a psychonaut myself, that the insight gained from positive tripping on psychedelic compounds of one form or another might be THE most important experience and question for any scientist, in any field, anywhere, as it brings into question the nature of the experiment, the experimenter and hidden variables with a striking clarity and neutrality, at least in my limited experiences. Terence often seemed to me echoing this sentiment, and again, other than Leary and Wilson, and maybe Bill Hicks, I was not hearing such, balls out, positive and exciting messages from anywhere else, not in music, or literature or in the movies, and certainly not on TV. I throw my arms up and praise Bob for the directions in culture and literature he gave us, to help find other Terence Mckenna’s and Timothy Leary’s in history and the modern day, and lead the laymen into the backdoor to their library and study rooms.

Due to finishing off my Novel that includes the members of RAW’s tale of the tribe scenario Universe, I can’t help but notice that many ideas surrounding the 2012 phenomena – geological phenomena, meteorite strikes, time and calendars, Prophecy, precognition and paranormal phenomena, historicism, cosmology, anthropology and strange alternative ideas to rock the mainstream opinion and poke at the standard model – are treated in a most scientific and rational but far from – dry – manner by RAW. And that’s not news, but I wanted to mention Giambattista Vico in particular – and by default Joyce – due to their correspondence with the principles of world ages – shifting ages – cyclical ages.

Here, I guess, might be a good place to start a cross-cultural interdisciplinary study into the 2012 phenomena using Vico, Joyce, McLuhan and Dr. Wilson as quality critters, or guides to processing Maya world ages, the five ages of ancient Greece, Biblical ages, Hindu world age doctrine (Feat. Michael Cremo!), Blavatsky’s Secret Doctrine – World Ages. Bobby has already covered some of this ground too, with his work on McLuhan, Vico, Joyce and RAW. I’ll go back and have another look.

I’ll try and keep this thread moving with some different models for the 2012 phenomena that I hope stimulate as much fun thoughts in you as they have in me. So, here’s my first quote from the book, enjoy.

“Hemlines are rising and falling, in a rhythm based on the rise and fall of empires millennia ago and these things are as causally linked as the orbit of the earth is linked to the sun, you see, because we are being drawn towards the attractor through shorter and shorter epochs...there’s a final 6 day period when all of these things are compressed again.

So, you see what’s happening? The spiral is tightening, as it goes faster and faster. The resonances are impinging. The thing is getting nuttier, and nuttier and nuttier, as computers link all cultures together, all informational barriers dissolve. Everything is becoming connected to everything else, not only everything in the present moment but all past moments, as well are being drawn, compressed, squeezed into the transcendental object at the end of time.” – Terence McKenna, 2012: Science or Superstition, page 152.” http://www.scribd.com/doc/18769901/Preview-of-2012-Science-or-Superstition

I Swear, I didn’t know that quote ended with transcendental Object at the end of time, which I referred to earlier.

The Timewave Wave and the mayan calendar have a simultaneous focus on the Winter Solstice 2012, why? And How that? To forget the possible galactic alignment, plasma storms, magnetic pole-shift and global catastrophe scenarios, I ask the seemingly naive question: was it an innocent surprise to find that the timewave goes vertical, just as the great Mayan cycle ends/begins again in 2012, or did they build the timewave to fit the Mayan cosmology, based on their trip to South America in 71? and what of the I-CHING, umm?

Are there any comparative studies of Timewave 2012 by native Chinese scholars? I think Terence used an older Neolithic lunar calendar in which 64 six-line hexagrams –384 lines in all—had represented the 384 days in a thirteen month lunar year, which reminds me a little of Ezra Pound’s interest in the old Chinese cultures, time-keeping and the Naxi rites, King Wen appears in the Cantos, but I have been unable to decipher much of the context, but maybe Timewave is inherent in the Cantos, due to the concressence of historical events spinning in the vortex of Pound’s language, maybe there’s a similar parallel with the Wake, in that the Timewave attractor lives within the special compressed language, and history has lost its linear monopoly on time, somewhat, and a new hierarchy of values can take hold, with their own internal order and cosmology, wheels, gyres and cogs to interpret space-time and causality. Perhaps...

And linking to how I first started this post.

I have attended 2 Prophets Conferences (now called The Great Re-thinking), both in 2000 e.v. And both to check for myself who - Robert Anton Wilson - was. I got sacked by the Prophets for not getting Dr. Wilson to his presentation - "The Universe Contains A Maybe" - early enough, although still ON time.

A few months later Dr. Robert Anton Wilson was also sacked by the Prophets - banished from any more conferences - due to (bad language). He writes about this ordeal in his book "TSOG: The Thing that ate the constitution", with support from Maybelogic Academy Faculty teacher: David J. Brown.

So, with this small bit of personal insight I wish to develope some kind of bridge here, especially due to the fact that Dr. Wilson past over to the multiverse and is no longer with us. If not a full pardon, then at least a recognition of the contributions Dr. Robert Anton Wilson has made to the sane, multiple, probabalistic interpretations of the 2012 phenomena.

A huge constellation of great thinking and thinkers live in the works of RAW. I feel that the 2012 Tipping Point can be clarified and rationalized by introducing the evidence from both the book 'Cosmic Trigger' and 'Quantum Psychology' by RAW. Will the scholarship and comprehensive "representation" of all the complex data - historical, linguistic, calendrical, psychological, political, - with such added levity? I certainly hope so.

Maybe by 2012, 15% of the worlds population will be reading a little of the works of Robert Anton Wilson. Then, maybe we can have the technological singularity, the Galactic alignment, the re-doubling of information each nano-second, etc. And more, the Christian Apocalypse, the age of the magicians, the introduction of a new Universal ideogramic type of language structure? All these models can be accomadated with the encyclopedic wisdom inside the books, if it can be extracted and applied practically, in one's own life of the mind.

I wish the conference and all who are fortunate enough to attend it good luck in deciphering and re-thinking the 2012 phenomena.

Might I also recommend the new book from disinfo company: 2012: SCIENCE OR SUPERSTITION? See their new website, http://www.2012sos.net/





�For millennia, mankind had wandered in the darkness�but now, as had been prophesied, there was a change coming. After hurtling blindly through history, mankind has reached a crossroads. This moment had been predicted long ago, prophesied by the ancient texts, by the primeval calendars, and even by the stars themselves. The date was specific, its arrival imminent. It would be preceded by a brilliant explosion of knowledge�a flash of clarity to illuminate the darkness and give mankind a final chance to veer away from the abyss and take the path of wisdom.�

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The purpose of the Maya coming to this planet was very specific: to leave behind a definite set of clues and information about the nature and purpose of our planet at this particular time in the solar system and in the galactic field.
—Jose Arguelles

We believe it is now possible to achieve a society where people would be able to live longer, healthier, and more meaningful productive lives. In such a society, the measure of success would be based upon the fulfillment of one�s individual pursuits rather than the acquisition of wealth, property, and power. Although many of the concepts presented here may appear as unattainable goals, all of the ideas are based upon known scientific principles.
—Jacque Fresco

The purpose of this conference is to explore a radically different, more optimistic interpretation of the Mayan prophecy � as referring to the end of the world as we have known it: a world dominated by unbridled violence and insatiable greed, egotistic hierarchy of values, corrupted institutions and corporations, and irreconcilable conflicts between organized religions. Instead of predicting a physical destruction of the material world, the Mayan prophecy might refer to death and rebirth and a mass inner transformation of humanity.
—Stanislav Grof
I do see a new birth of human consciousness underway. And when these things happen they can sometimes happen very fast. So I cannot rule out at all the possibility that all of us are going to be looking at the mystery and meaning of life in a very different way very soon and that date 21st. of December 2012 sticks in my mind as one that is really worth consideration.
—Graham Hancock
There is a revolution underway in how we understand ancient Maya metaphysics, astronomy, and other traditions related to 2012. 2012 is about transformation and renewal on a global scale.
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As we complete this apocalyptic passage, we will conceive ourselves, increasingly, as fractal expressions of a unified field of consciousness and sentient aspects of a planetary ecology�the Gaian mind�that is continually changed by our actions, and even our thoughts.
—Daniel Pinchbeck
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