The Trial

I just got done with an amazing dream circle and then I had to catch up on my social media.  I’ve only been doing this a few weeks and I really have to stop going through every post, especially since I keep adding new stuff to follow.  Psychically, I get more and more sensitive with it, each new post is tweaking my perceptions of what it means to be a person in the 21st century.  I’m narrowing things down to where I know what I want to say, and also gaining some detachment. 

This world is really like a dream.  I have to figure out why I’m dreaming Donald Trump.  And if it’s my dream that Trump is in, what do I do with him?  It’s fun to watch him self-destructing but at the same time I know that, destroyed or not, he’ll probably be around for a few more decades, which just means his goon followers will get more strident – not a pleasing prospect for America.

I have to go deeper with spirit as I do this.  Posting pictures of the dead is affecting me, gaining me closeness to the spirit world and distance from the physical plane at the same time.  I’m becoming something else as I do this, but nerve-wracking vagueness is all I can come up with to describe it.  A sense of disorientation in time and extension across multiple dreams.  I feel like I’m participating in the thoughts of all those who are tweeting, even though I know there’s no emotional connection … it’s so natural to make my comments, they come to me spontaneously, as though I was conversing with someone, and yet I know they just spill out into the void.

I was really energized by DeNiro’s rant against Trump, and I was really annoyed by Jon Voight’s response.  I posted a belittling remark about him.  It was so strange to do that for someone I used to think of as a distant, abstract, and even admirable figure.  It seems that all of public discourse has crumbled into mere sniping.  All my boundaries are changing and I don’t even know the direction they’re moving.  However as I immerse myself in it I do go into a light trance that I fills the gap I used to feel between me & the world.  It’s magic and I do believe the spirit world is refining my understanding of it continually.  Hopefully I’ll be able to turn all this to good use at some point.

cracked:

Twain and Tesla’s friendship was forged more or less from geeking out as fanboys of one another. Tesla had read Mark Twain before coming to New York City to invent the 20th century, and the only thing Twain knew of Tesla was his AC polyphase system. As Twain wrote, “I have just seen the drawings and description of an electrical machine lately patented by a Mr. Tesla, and sold to the Westinghouse Company, which will revolutionize the whole electric business of the world. It is the most valuable patent since the telephone.”

So when the two met at parties around New York City, the relationship developed like a childhood friendship where one kid has a bunch of cool toys and the other knows a bunch of great jokes. Twain would even visit Tesla’s workshop and offer himself up as a guinea pig for Tesla’s new inventions.

During one such playdate, Tesla revealed his mechanical oscillator that could produce alternating currents. One of the side effects was apparently some pretty substantial vibrations, which Tesla suspected might be therapeutic. Sure enough, this was all Twain needed to hear, and he immediately volunteered to be a test subject.

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nealadams:

The Who by Neal adams

popculturebrain:

Nicolas Cage Picks Up a Sword to Take Down Bin Laden in Trailer for Larry Charles’ ‘Army of One’

Scenario: someone walks into your office, slaps a picture of Nicolas Cage sporting a white beard on your desk and goes, “Picture this: he hunts down Osama Bin Laden. It’s a comedy.” Question: Do you greenlight it? If your answer is “yes,” someone has already beaten you to the punch.

giarchives:

Gia Carangi for Maybelline, 1979

Listening to “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, thinking maybe she listened to it way back then.  Anyway if I could go back in time and save her I would.

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