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Not paranoia

I accessed my blog yesterday night to find that there was a new post. No, not a new comment, a new post! Unless I suffer from schizophrenia I'm pretty certain it wasn't me who published the post you can see below. I haven't deleted it because I want to know what happened.

Did somebody figure out my password!? Unlikely coz I have an alphanumeric password that has nothing to do with my personal life.

Did some blogger script post this? Possible.. I dunno.. I'm no techie.

Did the universal consciousness pick up on the fact that I'm tired with my routine so is giving me a sign that I should go join Google? hmm...

What should I do now? Just forget that my blog was invaded and move on? :|

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A touch of the absurd

Chomsky proposed that it was possible to create a sentence that was grammatically correct but impossible, for example, "Colourless green ideas sleep furiously".

My contributions:

  • Teething healers don't faze little violets, who will be coming soon.

  • Blinking at bubbles doesn't mean you are blue.

  • The garbage said to the man, "Don't blah!"

  • The pasty couple must have married the volcano yesterday.

  • The round smile disliked the fresh foam.

But the real fun is in reading the contexts these guys are coming up with to make the sentences seem absolutely normal.

Some of the best ones I found there:

  • My toothbrush is pregnant again.

  • Black lemon trees eat swimming pools unanimously.

  • Bottled people fly best after death.

  • My knees are laughing.

Reminds me of this game I used to play as a kid. You had to carry on a conversation with your friend but every sentence you spoke had to be totally irrelevant to what the other speaks.


Kid 1: I think it should rain all the time.

Kid 2: But the skirt would be even better if it was red.

Kid 1: The telephone was totally dead yesterday.



Leary's Eight Circuit Model of Consciousness

Dr. Leary assumes that the nervous system consists of eight potential circuits, or "gears," or mini-brains.

First four of these brains are in the usually active left lobe and are concerned with our terrestrial survival.


Evolved 2 to 3 billion years ago. Concerned with classifying things into "helpful" or "harmful." Trust or suspicion. Approach or avoid.

This state is stimulated by Opium - the floating consciousness of the newborn. (Freudians identify opiate addiction with the desire to return to infancy.)


Evolved perhaps in 500,000,000 B.C. Concerned with emotional behaviour. Stimulus, response. Aggression, submission, cooperation. Emotional decision making etc.

This state is stimulated by alcohol. Territorial patterns and emotional politics appear when booze flows.


Evolved 4-5 million B.C. Concerned with left-lobe functions of the brain, logic, handling the environment and conceptual thought.

Coffee, tea, speed, cocaine, high protien diet.


Concerned with transmission of tribal or ethnic culture across generations. "Moral and "immoral".

No artifical stimulant yet. But stimulant flows volcanically through the bloodstreams of adolescents.


Last four are extraterrestrial, reside in the "silent" or inactive right lobe, and are for use in our future evolution. This explains why the right lobe is usually inactive at this stage of our development, and why it becomes active when the person ingests psychedelics.


Began to appear 5000 years ago. Causes linear VISUAL SPACE to change to all-encompassing SENSORY SPACE. This is the state of being "high" "spaced out" "floating" "zen state of one foot above the ground".

Stimulant - Pot.


First reported around 500 BC. Concerned with the nervous system becoming aware of itself. Dr. John Lilly calls it "metaprogramming," i.e., awareness of programming one's programming. Woooo... supposed to enable telepathy, high-energy communication with "Higher Intelligences," i.e., ourselves-in-the-future and other post-terrestrial races.

No specific stimulant yet - a bit of strong psychedelics like mescaline and /or LSD perhaps.


The collective consciousness. Akaashik records. memories and visions of past and future. Immortality (of your consciousness not of your physical body).

Stimulant - LSD


The extraterrestrial unconscious. Out-of-body experiences. Astral projection. When the nervous system is turned on to this quantum-level circuit, space-time is obliterated. Einstein's speed-of-light barrier is transcended; in Dr. Sarfatti's metaphor, we escape "electromagnetic chauvinism." Lao-tse's perspective, "The greatest is within the smallest." (I thought William Blake said that!)

Stimulant - Ketamine, high doses of LSD (if it doesn't kill you in the process that is!)


Phew!! That was some mind exercise! I love the interrelatedness of things in Leary's theory. Child development stages + neurological imprints + how it came about in human evolution + substances that stimulate the state!

Now, what I want to know is why the hell we weren't taught this theory of evolution in school. Grrrrr....

PS - The author of the post who coincidentally happens to be the "me" I'm currently identifying with, certainly in no way supports ingesion of drugs for any cause even one as noble as evolution of mankind.

I know what I feel...

Weltschmerz (from the German meaning world-pain or world-weariness) is a term coined by the German author Jean Paul and denotes the kind of feeling experienced by someone who understands that the physical reality can never satisfy the demands of the mind.

It is also used to denote the feeling of sadness when thinking about the evils of the world.

There. The bloody monster is tagged and bagged.

The world is out to get me...

... AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!

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A soft drizzle

Swirling thoughts form patterns pretty

And surprize me from my revierie

Soft like rain they fall, merry

Ripples on my reality.

A stranger I watch them ebb and flow

Observe the patterns I should know

Yet farther I recede into

A deeper me unknown unto

The passing day.


Saw a movie called Basquiat. Intriguing. He looks up at the sky and the surfer is happy surfing the waves. He smiles. My search for the artist's life and works started. A post later Basquiat was laid to rest (for the time being atleast). He was a good friend of Andy Warhol (played by David Bowie). Dig dig dig and off I go into the rabbit hole.

A n d y    W a r h o l. Fascinating! He painted Campbell's soup cans, Cocacola and brought into fashion the ubiquitous psychedelic portraits. I had always always wondered how art and business worked together. I should've just read about AW to know about it. The more I read the more bizarre the mad hatter's world became. He had a series of "piss paintings"... which literally means that.. paintings created by pissing! (canvases prepared with copper paint that show oxidised urine stains)

He has not only filled the museums with his paintings but also has movies that don't really pass as movies - Eat, Haircut, Sleep, Vinyl, ****, Milk (can't wait to see them.. if I can get them that is). Wiki says, "Andy Warhol dreamed of a television show that he wanted to call "The Nothing Special," a special about his favourite subject: Nothing." ...Fascinating!

He died when he was 58... but my god how he lived! Utterly the F word.

Happiness is overrated

Happiness is a nice state to be in but must all strive to be happy all the time!?

Why is it that we feel a person who is depressed all the time is 'sick' and not feel that about a person who is happy all the time? According to me anybody who is happy all the time is insane or is a yogi.

We are all so conditioned to think in black and white. We never stop to think that maybe the (negative) emotion is needed.

When we see a person who's down and blue our first instinct is to say 'Cheer up!'. When we are feeing down and blue our instinct is not to cheer up but to wallow in the bluesdom and feel comfortable in a hazy non-feeling sadness blanket.

I've have consciously changed my behavior. I usually end up asking a sad person 'Do you want to talk about it' 'Do you need a hug' 'Do you want to be alone?' rather than tell a person 'Oh its going to be alright' 'It's not such a big deal' 'Cheer up!'

What are the things you've said to people when they're down or what do you want people close to you to do when you're feeling blue? What are the crazy things that bring you comfort when you're blue?


Oye! What is this happening.. I thought you peoples will find your way to my other blogs on your own...

* sigh *

We live in an age of obviousnessess

point # 1 - Go see my visual blog - miniocular (play on monocular/binocular)

point #2 - Go see my music blog - song facts

100 points to autogato and Oz who found their way there before this post :D

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