jack herer died :(

blog defibrillation

i'll start posting again

the SILENT HILL games should have an option to, once you have beaten the game, allow you to re-play the whole thing but choosing your playing character or avatar; like normal hero, normal hero with costume, and then all the bad guys. You could play with a nurse. Or one of those knife-wielding kids from hell. Think about playing with that ghostmonster of the two little kids, you know, the big, ragged, two-headed, sudden-jumping bastard of SH4. Of course, you could unlock PH but only after a special requisite. IT'S OUT THERE, PLESE GOD ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN.

oh i found it :) (click pic for awesomeness)

Why the url changed

It was faux stupid and incorrect latin.

You realize

You realize how much you know someone when you picture said person in some situation and you can clearly see the expressions on his/her face. And you are sure it's the face they would indeed have if such situation occurred in real life.

What does the thinker think he thinks about thinking?

I want to be with a person that does not want or feel the need to be with anybody else.

You see, if you realize that you can be at ease completely by yourself, then you'll be at ease with anybody.

I believe that every human in the world has every possible human characteristic available at all times waiting to make it to surface level. Emotional characteristics. Hate, love and the whole spectrum in between. In this way, you, me, and everyone else has every facet of the ugly rainbow of humanity at their disposal; at different levels, because everyone is tuned up differently. When it gets really dangerous is when the Patrick Bateman inside takes consciousness and starts fucking everything up.

I got my Japanese groove back.

We are not perfect machine. Such thing does not exist.

Happiness

Happiness is doing what you think you should be doing, at the time you think you should be doing it.

~Φιλιππος

Did you know this?

• Dogs often adopt orphaned cats, squirrels, ducks and even tigers.

• Dolphins support sick or injured animals, swimming under them for hours at a time and pushing them to the surface so they can breathe.

• Wolves and wild dogs bring meat back to members of the pack not present at the kill.

• Male baboons threaten predators and cover the rear as the troop retreats.

• Gibbons and chimpanzees with food will, in response to a gesture, share their food with others of the group.

• Bonobos have been observed aiding injured or handicapped bonobos.

• According to the research of Gerald Wilkinson, vampire bats have a "buddy system" in which a bat who has had a successful night of feeding will regurgitate blood for its less fortunate companion.

• In numerous bird species, a breeding pair receives help in raising its young from other "helper" birds, who protect the nest from predators and help to feed the fledglings.

• Most mammal carnivores like wolves or dogs have a habit of not harming pack members below certain age, of opposite sex or in surrendering position (in case of some animals, the behavior exists within entire species rather than one pack).

• Vervet Monkeys give alarm calls to warn fellow monkeys of the presence of predators, even though in doing so they attract attention to themselves, increasing their personal chance of being attacked.

• Walruses have been seen adopting orphans who lost their parents to predators.

I have a dream journal

well I'm starting recording dreams again but this time somewhere else so it's not 10 dreams and 2 posts in between...

Take a peek at my subconscious here:
http://www.dreamjournal.net/index.cfm?do=getjournal&username=psychoneironaut

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sometimes ii (Philosophy 101)

Sometimes I think all those philosopher guys have this same view of the world, you know? I think all those wise bearded guys that seem to know everything and have witty-snappy responses to everything actually have deciphered the world and hence their inner peace and characteristic wise-ass stance. Sometimes I feel like they do this on purpose. They know the fundamental paradox of our existence but aren't troubled with it's paradoxical nature. They know we must create a sort of story to rationalize our own existence and actually propose stories of their own. They know and accept the possibility that all of the possibilities are true. Every one of them is right because it really doesn't matter. The explanation of the universe? it just is. It's itness itself.

Sometimes I think those ancient wise Greek dudes in Athens were just challenging each other to see who could come up with the most fucked up story of how the world came to be. Think about it. There were even some Captain Planet-like dudes there, each one advocating an element as the origin of all things; Thales with water, Anaximenes with air, Heraclitus with fire and of course Anaximander with his esoteric "apeiron" (earth?)

But can't we come up too with our own fabricated weird views of the world? Don't we actually make these stories as to why we are what we are? Aren't we all then philosophers too? Yes, yes, yes.

As a result of daily human experiences and thinking about other people's view of the world I have realized that everyone has to come up while growing up with some story that recapitulates how he/she exists. Think about it. You have to have some sort of chronological montage of your perceptions so far experienced. It's a very personal issue. Very instinct-like, non verbal, felt, made when we are just beginning to grasp this weird universe we realized are in in our infancy. It's imprinted from very early, and we all do it.

Even people who don't subscribe to a particular way of thought do it. Maybe they don't read a book about it but they separate right from wrong and somehow acknowledge some universal mystical balance. When we go through shitty times we always wonder if it's something we have done; if you don't, well, maybe you should. This should remind you of cosmical balance aka karma. I'm not stating anything new here, folks. Even the buddhist guys did not invent karma, the concept can be traced centuries before, in Indian Vedic texts. You think I'm making this up? Time to read some Upanishads.

If you do the exercise you realize that all we can prove is that we think, and therefore, we are/exist --(thanks, René). Our consciousness is because I, right now, am reflecting about it. Do it, is fun. Our consciousness is our meta-self. No other being in this planet we inhabit seems to be aware of this. Or are they?

Does a dog knows he is a dog? does a tree acknowledge the fact that he is this woody thing that grows leaves and needs CO2 and sunlight and all that? Well, they DO, certainly, because the little plant in the dark corner tilts a bit to the light source in search for needed energy. But the little plant doesn't seem, at least to us, to decide this sort of things. Maybe it doesn't reflect in real time? Ah, enter free will. Why are these monkeys doing such a noisy rabble, what are they up to. The bottom line is that, as of now, no one really knows for sure why. But sure it's fun to argue about! So instead of discussing about this ubiquitous life force they just agree in their disagreeance and spend their times joking about it and having a good time. Philosophizing. And why not? the bottom bottom line is that almost everyone has got their story and history and has come to terms to their own existence, however twisted or different they could be. Those who do not are trapped in perpetual self-arguing and troublesome life experience in general. So why not just accept it?

Sometimes I think there's certain people who realize all this and use it in their favor. What? I'm getting on to something here. Maybe if one of those philosophical dudes could get enough people to believe their story... Mmm. Maybe if a lot of people actually believe his crap he could use it to his advantage. Maybe he becomes something of a leader of the unknown, holder of the answers to the quintessential question of existence for the ones that buy it. What if this evil Socrates sells it so good that a LOT of people actually buy it and follow him around like sheep doing what he says and even asking for more? Mmmm. Interesting, isn't it? What are you thinking of?

I'm not pointing fingers here but there's a lot of gullible people out there. And there's always those who seem to be just waiting for opportunities to profit of other people's gullibility. I'm sure you know someone like that. The thing is everyone, all of us, need to have at least some vague answer to this omnipresent mystery. If you feel like getting on your friends nerves you can do experiments and ask them. A lot of people become defensive, like you're somehow threatening them or something; it's really weird if you think about it. Go ahead, ask your mom. Such an important matter and people just don't want to talk about it. ASK YOURSELF. The majority will say something like they do believe in the imposed magical spirit of their determinate region despite almost never actually doing something about it, like going to the local house of worship or praying or something. These "passive hypocrites" are generally good guys who just go with the flow and just accept things; maybe YOU are one of them, we all kind of do it when we're kids and with other affairs, the problem is that this kind of guys are the majority and maybe that's why some people can impose their realities on other people and evil Socrates gets his way.

Of course there's the type who never thinks about it and, well, just do not give a shit.

What reality tunnel do you follow? are you a believer of magical men in flying clouds? perhaps bearded men with deep, sexy eyes? maybe you are one of those guys who is very organized about it and follow the teachings of a magical leader? that maybe wears funny hats? hey! you should've seen that one coming. Snap!

Maybe your deity cannot be reproduced in such mundane form such as a piece of paper. Or rather, it not only can be represented, but also look very cool while doing so. You can have some really beautiful statues too. (click pics for hi-res)

Maybe you feel inspired by some enlightened guy. All in all I prefer the chilled statues from east over creepy west ones. Have I hit the one you're stuck with yet?

Or maybe you just don't give a shit.

Which is perfectly fine because if you've been paying attention, no myth ultimately discredits another. Just subjective realities. It's all there is. Independently of what you believe, either if you are pretty poignant about it, or really don't even think about it, and never question your own reality, you have some notion of right/wrongness. In all works of fiction, good fiction that is, there needs to be the good side and bad side, otherwise the fictional world wouldn't be credible, the first matrix was happy and fun but we didn't buy it. So we realize that there's a struggle of people imposing their own reality on everyone else. The more you think about it the weirder it gets.

Smart people who call religion fables that sheeple like to follow have their science. Yes, folks, now we made it. This one time we have a good method. We can build nice things. We are on the right track finally. We made some rules so we don't have bias. We do things considering all options so we can make the best decision given the circumstance. But, hey, let's not jump into conclusions, we're being philosophical here. Do governments apply the scientific method? ponder that for a while. Do your personal authority or local organized dominator follow scientific rigor? who or what is your authority, now that we are on the subject? Is it in or out of your head? Maybe in the labs and on paper things look nice but in reality things are a little off. By a little off I mean FUCKED UP.

Did you know that no one actually knows what the fuck is gravity all about? We can model equations of how it happens and you can probably find the time it takes for a banana-shaped dong to get from the top of your house to your sister's head, but how it happens? Not even asking the more complex why but the mere how. If you look it up (no, I'm not getting this out of my ass) you start reading weird sci-fi-like things like space-time continuum and dark matter. It gets weirder. Multi-dimensions kind of weird. And I'm not even getting into crazy quantum hokus pokus territory here that no one understands (worry not, I won't).

So which reality do you subscribe to?

is it prepackaged?

or you made it yourself?

someone made one and you liked it?

you read it somewhere maybe?

I think about this sometimes and you should too, sometimes.

C A T S

On average, cats sleep about 16 hours a day, which equates to about two-thirds of their life. In fact, cats get more sleep than virtually any other animal, about twice as much as most mammals. Thus, sleeping is simply a normal behavior for cats. Just how much a particular cat will sleep, however, can depend upon many factors, including their age, their degree of hunger, their sense of security, the temperature and the weather.

Think about that. Cats spend two thirds of their life in sleep, in REM sleep, dreaming, tripping, a lot.

No wonder why they were sacred in ancient Egypt!

What's with the riff in Tool's Forty-six & 2

Yes, I like it very much, and apparently, Dream Theater too; has anyone heard Home from Scenes From a Memory? the riff it's there! and also, check out Animate-Inanimate, from Petrucci's solo album, there's a tune that reminds me of it again...

Does anyone hear the same?

News

I have changed my domain name to vox-dimidium-orbis.blogspot.com in hope that people I gave the blog to, can't find it. I mean real people, as irl, as in people I actually talk to outside the internets. I do this because when I post here it's like channeling all the raw data and feelings that get pushed aside so I can behave like a "normal" person in font of other people. But here I drop the pretense! here I can dance in my undergarments shouting profanities and whatnot to amused-looking electronic faces, connect my brain to the keyboard and deliver whatever it is I have in me to deliver, tune in the right hemisphere and shut down the left for a while. This is why I hope my blog gets lost from public agenda and only exists in my little electronic universe. Well at least, for the moment.

So I guess I'll be posting more often with more insight into my personal babbles and whatnot.

PS: Didn't tell the aforementioned people of this for obvious reasons but too because I didn't want to hurt their feelings u_u

Get ready to read some crazy shit

There seems to be moments when a person finds something in their mind that he/she wasn't aware of. Like something goes "click" inside their heads and suddenly "Holy shit!" everything seems to fall in place. Well, you can call it epiphany, or enlightenment, realization, etc, but you got to acknowledge the phenomenon.

I've read of people going through this states. The infamous story of Archimedes jumping out of the bath, screaming eureka to an astonished wife, I presume, and running around naked through Syracuse because he found out how to guess the amount of gold in some king's crown, THAT'S the crazy shit I'm talking about. I've had my interesting thoughts in the bath myself. Probably the fact that you're not thinking too much about what you're doing, you know, you bathe EVERY day, your brain probably gets into auto pilot and starts the "Taking a Shower Subroutine" or something.

But sometimes it's more critical. Like in my case. I had a "brain click" thingy going on but it's more complex than that. It wasn't suddenly. More like a process. But I guess I can trace it back to a single event. Pay attention.

I was at a friend's house. She was pretty sad because she had broken up with the love of her life, apparently, and, you know, I felt like I was in a soap opera or something --tears, drama, everything-is-going-to-be ok-like commentaries (from my sister who was there also, not from me). Me? I was silent. I didn't know what to say. Actually I wanted to say those hollow words too, I wanted to calm her because she made me feel sad also... or did I? I now realize I was trapped in an internal monologue, a thing I used to do. I still do it but not when I have people around, not friends or people I want to talk to anyway.

The thing is, I wanted to say something but was trapped in this limbo of words, cause I thought whatever I could have said would have been wrong or inappropriate or silly. But I FUCKING WANTED to say something. Anything. Just some comforting words... And then it "clicked". Now, I don't know exactly how or why but I had a realization. I COULD NOT SAY something. Anything. I actually did not have control over myself, I couldn't bring myself up to say at least SOMETHING to my sad friend! THAT'S when everything got weird.

I always had thought I had the power; I certainly in many occasions wanted to say something but didn't because of thinking it was stupid. Well what if it was stupid? It IS what I have to say and, well, you just can't go through life not saying things because someone might not like what you have to say, FUCK IT. It is my/your opinion and if I/you were wrong hopefully there'll be someone to call your bullshit.

I realize all this now. Back then I was just starting to sacrifice the sacred plant to the fire gods and well, my brain was starting to operate in different frequencies, different sates of consciousness I had never dreamed of. I actually FELT something going "click" in my head. Why was I such a pussy? I couldn't say something as easy as hey come on, calm down or something you know, it's not the end of the world!

...

Later that day I made some confessions. I was in a low point in my life and felt depressed... If I didn't had control over what the fuck I had to say, well, maybe, you know, I didn't had control over lots of other things! It was a really rare and bizarre experience. I didn't feel like myself. I was a stranger seeing myself doing this crazy shit just like an spectator. An innocent bystander.

I did some pretty fucked up things that day. I wasn't thinking clearly and started doing whatever occurred to me, whatever came to mind. It was liberating. I felt like I had been playing a Ned Fladers repressive moron censuring myself 24/7. FUCK THAT! I was constraining myself without reasons!

I thought about all this while still in crazy naked Archimedes mode. I wasn't feeling normal also; not quite sick, but not in everyday normal state of consciousness. Until the headache.

I actually felt inebriated, and with a sudden risky behaviour attitude. I started to walk with no particular destiny, I thought of were to go as I wandered. I ended going to the house of a friend somewhat near my house -didn't want to go there. I asked him for the phone and generally acted weird for about 15 minutes. Then I left and eventually got home. To top it of I even started calling friends like a drunk guy. I felt a little drunk alright, I felt dizzy. But it felt good to hear some familiar voices that actually care about me. The feeling of someone giving shit about you is very important and under appreciated. After a while I got a REALLY FUCKING TERRIBLE HEADACHE. It came and went for a while. The fascinating thing is that I believe it was psychosomatic. My brain was in distress, confused, like in a system crash. After the emo crash I came to a conclusion.

Either I was fucking insane an needed therapy, or something was happening to me, an alteration. At the time I really thought I was crazy.

Now I KNOW I AM crazy.

:D

I see the world in a different way, different of EVERY people I know. But who does see everything exactly as others? Isn't people subjective individuals going through subjective experiences? Damn right they are. Everybody is fucking crazy. In your daily life you've probably come across a lot of lunatics who made you think "ok, what fuck it's going through their brains." But everyone operates in their own particular ways. High or low and all the in-betweens and out-betweens. And well, that's the beauty of it, isn't it? If everyone looked at the same things and made the same conclusions, well, what a boring and stupid world. That's how I came to sense, realizing everyone is just as crazy as the next one, every mind sees things in ways I couldn't even begin to imagine, and that's cool. What are we but our peculiarities? :)

Certainly, seeing though your own bullshit is no small feat. I'm sure there are people who live their entire life without ever questioning their own bullshit. They are probably egocentric assholes.

Depersonalization, looking at your own self, losing the ego and seeing that you're just a clueless creature wandering through existence bumping with things as they get to you its one of the best experiences you can have. It's no easy task, but thanks to some mind altering friends, we have some tools to aid in the mission. But there is an ample array of methods to achieve this mind-click. You can stop whatever you're doing right now and simply sit stubbornly until you find out what I'm talking about. Literally, without moving or eating or anything, ala Siddhārtha.

You can shut down all exterior stimuli with one of these wonders*. You can try lucid dreaming, or meditating. It works if you get one of those really crazy high fevers. Or try don't sleeping at all for a week, or don't eat. You can can be blessed/cursed with a near death experience. There are even some cases were people get beamed just because, spontaneously, out of fucking nowhere. There are many more forms. Some involve ingesting truly mystic substances; this topic by far exceeds the scope of this post. But to summarize, there are some compounds out there that when you experiment with can get up to your brain and twist and move shit about and make you think things you normally don't. Read THIS to know more about about what I'm saying. Hear THIS if you haven't already gotten a grasp of what I'm talking about. That guy knows how to express himself, say something really cool and meaningful and be funny at the same time. Or read THIS previous post.

So it's really just a matter of getting out and doing it.

I've never tried DMT or any other super potent psychedelic substance, like LSD or magic mushrooms. But I'm planning on doing it and hopefully I'll write about my experiences here.

···UPDATE {tried LSD, post in progress}···

Have you experienced an altered state of consciousness? If no, what's stopping you?

...

There are drugs that allow glimpses into this fascinating and mysterious experience; if you want to, fuck it, it's the most natural thing theres is, other earthlings get high, why shouldn't you?

Note: If you think you note different moods sometimes in some paragraphs, it might be that I added, besides the obvious one, small updates of style here and there 8 moths later ;)

*I was going to write a full post about this but Joe Rogan got ahead of me :/

best band ever?

This is what I got after searching for "BEST BAND EVER" on Google. Half of the results were people fighting over who is indeed, the best band ever. Morons. I just think is really cool I got TOOL in the results. I don't know why there's some site with Linkin Park in it. What does Linkin Park means? Why it is "Linkin" and not "Linking"? What the fuck is a linking park? Did you know the vocalist, Chester Bennington, had a crazy cyber stalker? Read more about that here.