March 11, 2012 § Leave a Comment
So just what is this place I commonly know as “the other”. At least “the other” is what many experienced with altered states my call it. A closer name might be “underground” but that conjures up images of cross-culture to easily.
I always think of this place as “down and to the right” from my normal state in the world. It is filled with windows and what I can only describe as fiber-optic cable connects thousands of small dwellings. Overall, the scene is part the fragle-rock underground and an Italian city-on-a-mountain-over-the-sea. I think this must be why I like ‘old country’ architecture so much better…or even new england and Boston…
When I’ve been there consciously, so to speak it feels chaotic and somewhat scary- but only scary because of its seeming unfamiliarness to my normal everyday world I experience. I know when I go hear I tend to feel as if everything and everyone is instantly connected. I feel as though I won’t get back to the everyday world, and it’s kind of scary. Like I would just drift away and “be gone” from the world. I worry then about whether I might be missed by others on earth, or if on that level I am actually still carrying on as always.
This place is almost like the “genesis-ground” from which everything springs. I do not dream of this place, at least as so far as I can remember. Rather, I’ve only experienced it in waking altered states of consciousness. Anyone ever been to this place besides me? I’d imagine so, but one might not realize it in usual terms.
I need a good name for it to refer to in our “real world”.
February 18, 2012 § Leave a Comment
So mr cantor arrive this morn and it seem he will be able to. This is an interesting piece of software…my main plan is once writing vocal music again I’ll plug some lyrics in and relieve myself of some singing duties. Although I am afraid that in any case it will take some time to get the best results, it’s somewhat easier and more compact than I’d thought to get going.
From my reading, a lot people did not like this as a digital vocalist because it sounds so inhuman, but inhumanity is what I am after! haha!
January 31, 2012 § Leave a Comment
What a wonderfully quiet weekend I was wondering. How did this become? In between my workings I approached a state where I did not feel compelled to do much. But while I was working I felt like chilling, and while chilling I wondered why I was not working. Perhaps the reason is the silent surroundings. People make one need to push away, concentrate, stick one’s head in the intellectual quicksand so to speak. I remember doing homework after schooldays in 1st grade. I would be at the daycare, and being now older than the rest I had to find my concentration.
At first it seemed impossible, but slowly I learned to work off of what was going on around me. It was the noise. The need to escape it without offending. The answer was to work, for the introvert in me. Today one might use their phone or computer in a public place to avoid. Doing it with a book is even more questionable, but is my preferred method of ignorance. Why be out in public at all if not to socialize? Simple- Energy. We certainly do not need to “talk” to talk. Not even eyes are needed…just space, coming and going all around will do.
I am reminded of why I enjoy my space, and have never swam far, whether in a small pool or a sea. What it is too need, is not always for me.
They all went to a game, over a third of them, the same.