"...it's not the training to be mean but the training to be kind that is used to keep us leashed best." ~ Black Dog Red

"In case you haven't recognized the trend: it proceeds action, dissent, speech." ~ davidly, on how wars get done

"...What sort of meager, unerotic existence must a man live to find himself moved to such ecstatic heights by the mundane sniping of a congressional budget fight. The fate of human existence does not hang in the balance. The gods are not arrayed on either side. Poseiden, earth-shaker, has regrettably set his sights on the poor fishermen of northern Japan and not on Washington, D.C. where his ire might do some good--I can think of no better spot for a little wetland reclamation project, if you know what I mean. The fight is neither revolution nor apocalypse; it is hardly even a fight. A lot of apparatchiks are moving a lot of phony numbers with more zeros than a century of soccer scores around, weaving a brittle chrysalis around a gross worm that, some time hence, will emerge, untransformed, still a worm." ~ IOZ

Jul 12, 2010

Boxed

La condition humaine, edition Amerique:

Person lives in box, or accumulation of boxes. Person works in a box, or a box within a box. Or an open topped box within a box. Next to other boxes. Or works at cleaning the boxes in which other people live and work. Or in repairing various appliance boxes. Or in cleaning and maintaining the travel-boxes. Or making them. Person commutes from living-box to work-box in a box-on-wheels. Pretends not to notice all the other people going from box to box inside a box. When not working, person stares at a box, of varying widths depending on income, while sitting a soft box. Or listens to sounds coming from a box, of varying sizes. Or sits on a cushioned box top, staring at a box with "windows" shaped like boxes, powered by a box. Eats food out of boxes. Cooks food in an electric box with heating coils or an electric box with microwave radiation. Occasionally uses bags, which other box dwellers manufacture inside factory boxes, and then ship to store-boxes inside shipping-boxes. Which person disposes of in a box. Dies. Buried in a box. Perhaps stays in a hospital-box, accumulating debt marked down in information boxes, before dying.

Calls this "freedom" and "liberty" and "civilization." Kills those who disagree, or locks them up in boxes with bars. Or votes for those who will do the actual killing and box-locking, by checking a box next to a list of potential box-living enforcers.

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Boxes found without the interference of box-people?

None.

18 comments:

Jane said...

Hey, don't forget the Franzia, the cheapest box to dull the pain and boredom of all the other boxes.

Jack Crow said...

My humble apologies.

Andromeda said...

Hey, I'm just a nobody, in all seriousness---just some random American woman on disability---but the Andromedans have let me dream a world without boxes.

I heard it in "Pandora's Aquarium" by Tori Amos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0lwt95R0uM

Pandora / Pandora's Aquarium / she dives for shells / with her nautical nuns / and thoughts you thought / you'd never tell

I'm not asking you to believe in me / boy I think you're confused / I'm not Persephone / foam can be dangerous / with tape across my mouth / these things you do / I never asked you how

line me up in single file / with all your grievances / stale but I can taste / you're still alive below the waste / ripples come and ripples go / and ripple back to me

Pandora / Pandora's aquarium / she dives for shells / with her nautical nuns / and thoughts you thought / you'd never tell

line me up in single file / with all your grievances / stare but I can taste you still / alive below the waste / ripples come and ripples go / and ripple back to me

I am not asking you to believe in me / boy I think you're confused / I'm not Persephone: she's in New York somewhere checking her accounts / the Lord of The Flies was diagnosed as Sound

Andromeda said...

Also, haven't you ever heard of "thinking outside the box"?

LOL Should have done more cannabis while you were still young and it was still socially acceptable. ;-)

Because everyone knows that good adults put down the peace pipe and pick up that glass of alcohol---you know, the same one that kills your brain cells and makes you violent?

Yeah, that one. Everyone is drunk in this planet, but I'm 100% sober. Haven't touched the stuff in 5 years or so. Feel better than ever!

Guess my husband and I are the only ones who don't like feeling tipsy. I like to keep my mind and mouth clear and focused.

Andromeda said...

By the way, JC, very nice piece of work. It's only trumped by your post about the human mind generating symbols. :-)

That one stands alone. It's peerless; I think all your answers are in that one piece.

Symbolic communication's highest form is in music; it stimulates the body, mind, soul, and higher consciousness---it puts it all in harmony, open and waiting for more!

And so, JC, YOU have the soundtrack to your very own awakening (as does everyone). You've compiled it yourself. The trick is to only focus on the songs that are positive or---as I like to do---make it ALL positive.

If you fall in love with a song---I mean you love every single element in that song---your consciousness expands.

No matter how bad it gets, there's always a bright side. A light in the dark.

Even black holes can't contain light; it escapes as radiation.

Much love,
A

AlanSmithee said...

So, if Muhammad Ali had owned a Boxer breed of dog, would he have been able to time travel?

Andromeda said...

Time travel?

Well, a human alone can't accomplish that, so I must give credit to The All, My Higher Self, My Guides, My Lover, and all the animals who so wonderfully invited me to share their consciousness---it's easier for me because I don't eat them, so they aren't threatened and I just sit in the backseat and let them do their thing! I just like to watch them BE.

But time travel is all in wormholes, which are too tiny to see, but your body is full of them.

You'd be able to see them if you had a microscope that was powerful enough.

It's all been hypothesized in 21st century "M-theory": http://www.casavaria.com/sentido/science/2006/06-0719-m.htm

"It's 11th dimension allowed it to provide a platform on which the differences between quantum physics and general relativity, as well as between varying string theories, can play out."

You can travel without ever moving a finger if you know how to activate the wormholes that comprise your body. The less "massive" you are, the more "open" you are to new ideas, which manifest as light/consciousness.

You can accomplish this by choosing to focus your consciousness on the higher planes (5th dimension and up) rather than on the lower 3rd, 2nd, and 1st dimensional planes.

You perceive the 4th dimension inaccurately as long as you are trapped in physical form, but you can learn to "step around it" by learning to Listen to your Inner Wisdom and Follow your Inner Heart.

Music is my guide, my one true love. I make love to music; this is how I "time travel".

There is one musician in particular who writes "Pure Consciousness/Infinite Possibility" music: Thom Yorke. He merges space/time symbols with the correct timing, using bass thumping and instruments made to replicate "angel songs".

In particular it's his combination of music and timing that "woke me up"---it's like an I.Q. test, almost. One day I suddenly realized that it was literally an alien beacon putting out a homing signal.

I heard it; you can hear it, too. The message is to ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN and NOT BE AFRAID of what it means. Listen to Thom Yorke's "Cymbal Rush". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSAEEsmcQPo

Love,
A

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Andromeda said...

By the way, dreaming is astral/time travel. I know that's a "new age" concept but in reality "dreaming" is the death of the conscious mind and the expansion of your very own sovereign Infinite Possibilities.

I have lots of nightmares, and I get raped a lot. Rarely I have a nice dream.

Even more rarely a nice dream about making love.

So I guess you could say that people like to fuck with my consciousness. Oh, well.

You're all beloved.

Love,
A

Andromeda said...

Beloved Ones,

If there were no one who could see through the Glass Boxes, how would you ever escape?

Please understand that all you have ever willed, thought, felt, said, and done is known, and is forgiven.

Instantly.

In the Beyond we do not play "I told you so" and we do not play "jealous possession" and we do not wish to talk of the old days. We only wish to FORGET the discord and start anew---HARMONIOUSLY.

We only play Harmony/Destiny/Unity/Acceptance in the Beyond/Nexus/Next Life/Dreamworld/Heaven/Ad Infinitum.

Love to ALL---YES, THIS INCLUDES YOU, READER,

A

Anonymous said...

Nothing inspires me to take a drink faster than Tori Amos lyrics.

That's not a complement, BTW.

-- ms_xeno

Andromeda said...

Should have been a compliment, lover.

Now that's what I call a RECKLESS party!

How about the kids let the adults drive for a while?

Who's in the bunker? Queen Bee (Tori Amos)---a.k.a. Kid Bee.

Atom (Thomas Yorke)---a.k.a. Kid A.

I promise to play nice, lover, do you? We can both be Sovereign.

Here's a Tori love song to make you feel better, lover---but I'll give you the cover by the children, for the children shall inherit the earth. :-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws1D_2IfezI

Andromeda said...

You know I'm really good with linguistics---THE BEST, actually.

I could tell you were British and sleepless, and I could Hear/See/Feel/Know your loneliness.

YOU WERE NEVER ALONE IN YOUR DARKNESS. I went in to pull you out---didn't I TELL YOU that light trumps dark?

And who cares if you were wrong? WHO CARES?

Certainly not me. Certainly not now.

Or anymore.

And that's how I DO care, by being patient, forgiving, and lying down every single time.

Love,
A

RedPhillip said...

Andromeda, I presume you mean well. Your metaphysics, however, make me itch. All over, under my skin.

When did you go off your meds?

Egad Me Lad said...

It's not every blog that has its very own batshit insane and prodigious commenter. I hope she stays.

By the way, not to blow your mind or anything, but the place you enter comments....it's a box!

Andromeda said...

ROFL A BOX FOR COMMENTS!

Andromeda said...

Phillip, I NEVER STOPPED MY MEDS. WHY can't you BELIEVE that THIS IS ME and THOSE were my TWISTED WORDS?

Check the tape, I DARE YOU. Just come to terms with the fact that I know it All, and I forgive it All.

Just "put it back, put it back, put it where you found it"---no harm, no foul.

I've got nothing but Love for all my Brothers and Sisters! <3

Andromeda said...

Hey, lover, you know what I wore to bed box (coffin box) last night?

A Jay Watch shirt---"citizen science project" LOOKING to SAVE the FLORIDA SCRUB JAY.

Of just J, if you prefer.

I wore the matching pants: Hot Pink with Black and White Scottish terriers. <3

Yeah, the shirt was baggy and the pants were old but those were my most comfortable pieces of clothing.

It's exactly what I'd wear if I laid down to sleep with the intention of DYING.

I can lucid dream, and I can stop my heart. That's what I did last night.

But J-Jay a.k.a. DJ had my back!

I'm a dance floor lover! Hey, DJ, where you AT?

We can both be #1 AND #0 at the same time, back and forth as we so choose. That's the nature of a system that only preserves the harmonious.

My Will is so Strong that I refuse to feel down anymore. ANY SONG that has EVER depressed me I now find uplifting.

So let's PLAY for once!