“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


“Closed...or open?”

1995 was a very good year for me. I traveled to Boulder and met these very high level Buddhist freaks.

They are so funny! And out of control! And totally accurate and brilliant. And the mountains and the smell of pine like a very high frequency time.

I remember when I first saw Boulder below me on US-36 as it rose over that hill. It was like...

(radiant gap)...

I also remember being around these intense Vajrayana students, every moment was like something I can't quite describe. Real, vivid, yet illusion-like. Impersonal--no that's not quite it, a-personal, yet transpersonal, deeply touching, erotic, yet melancholic, yet very very funny. With this mad energy. Mind meld. Total identity-erasing joy. Yet intelligent. Yet not intellectual. Outrageous.

And I was still spinning with my friend Alan who was the main instigator of this Buddhist weirdness. (Hi Alan!)

And going to raves and clubs. Imagine my luck: I got to experience the acid/techno eruption three times as it went west from London to Boulder...I got to be in 1988 until 1996 at least!

So this kind of music and what it's like to feel Buddhism are deeply intertwined for me.

If you ever wondered what it's like to receive mind transmission or do Vajrayana practices, now you don't have to, thanks to this carefully selected genius magnificence...from 1995. I had just gotten into Beaumont Hannant too thanks to my little brother, while still in NYC. And her second album had just come out. So imagine my reaction when...and now consider the object-orientation of those little pieces of cutlery...(btw "cutlery" in a lyric, excellent!).

And as your ego resists those things, and relaxes, and resists again, and relaxes again, it's just like that, like a fan being flipped back and forth: closed...or open?

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