I feel it like crossing a river right now. Like going over this big wave that still comes roaring from this 1967ish unfolding event. Uranus must be playing part in it.
Still vibrating, not over yet.
I fell it as a big river. Watching PBS about Hippies, Frisbee, reading Rolling Stones. Like going back and recognizing its familiarity. Find the pieces that I can try to put together here and that in some way make me part of this Boomer Generation. Transplanted from South America. Latin if you like.
Looking back today seems like a treat. Able to recognize what a 9 year old was doing. Ready to launch the planet into a new era.
The late 60s. That wave of love and growth hit me first slow then it turned into a tsunami.
I rolled in it for quite a while, under the confusing waters of the Brazilian land. And only from a distance now I can see that back then all I needed was my own permission to be.
So now I can see the mix of openness and repression waving towards me and how dysfunctional that can be.
Trying to be open to the love of the 60’s while fathers ran scared of their own sons and abuse them. Shutting them down.
Being in America for me now is to live throughout a full reboot.
Now I can say what hit me.
Reading the 40th edition of Rolling Stones I can see pieces of me still floating on that 60s riverfront. Its resonance is present and takes me to that next level. It is still palpable. You gotta fell it.
Relax, fear not
In each one of those interviews I can see myself in some timepiece I played back then.
{Idea for Movie about Peace: Cut time pieces and make this one movie rotating 46 through 64 in news headlines sounding the radio news and moving forward, calendar pages falling, moving with news from Sputnik in 57’s, Beatles in 64, Playboy in 68. You got the picture, symbols with those year’s references.}
Then keep going all the way to 07 but keep going. That’s the trick, till 23 or so. Paint it. With hope for our kids, those inside our own selves and those outside, waiting for a world to live in.
Stop playing Kids
And I’m not quite done with those interviews yet. I can see a piece of my own trip. But threading into a Time conversation involves planning. It is like watching Deja Vu with Denzel. Trippy.
This time I can say that either I spend my time to help our cause and mine course, but putting time if you will to keep our planet’s beat healthy. And to have something to share with each other.
I see myself within this big crystal, monad if you want some an older reference. Playing notes that match what is coming out of my speakers and my neighbors vibes. And then I can see how families are key.
I fell communities as the way we grow these crystals. Families. Relating to each other.
That’s the cell. Without it, hard.
One Now
I fell this poll of energy as this river that we all flow through. Now.
One single all inclusive moment.
And please loop the last phrase a couple of times please. Comfort yourself in the recurring wave of love.
This is love. For each other. Praying to have your message of love reaching ashore.This is how I can say I relate to you if you got this far.
In a way to communicate with my own.
As a member of the 46~64 crowd I can relate to.
Belong
Let’s say that I wanted it bad, and still want it.
Lovingly express my own being. Express yourself, what else can you do if alive?
That’s what nature is about I guess. Seed growing, natural growth. If you can’t be yourself in your own own blog, where else can one be? As in putting hope in a generation that might not see 5 years old laughing at them as often as they used to.
That can be sad.
Hope
Trying to introduce the concept. Something that put us all, in the same Earthboat.
Let’s call this Boat, Our Hope, as in hope from one member of my Generation to yell the urgency of this moment. This is it. This can be over soon let’s pray for a longer existence as a race by meditating towards a view of our single skin. How can we include all in this planet in this single skin.
Accomplish what the 60’s where about.
Learn how you can generate a lot of energy, like during the 60ths but added to it focus and realization.
Grateful Dead
Read Weir’s incredibly lucid view of the current time. What an open head.
Do I want to make a difference? Yes. That is the Hope. Leave the planet with something to say about it. Our times together. As a Generational Family if one can call that.
I feel that well, guess I will take on this one by myself first so I can prove the thesis, but I fell that this is it.
Matches my own productivity cycles and a time to act. Gore comes to mind.
I wish I could have told him at his keynote at the Embedded Systems Conference in San Jose, CA, please let me vote for you. Please.
It is ours generation turn. It is now or never boys & girls. We have to take this bull by the head. Or we will head down a precipice without turn back.
Jung seen it, he can be trusted.
Now @ The Energy Pool (Quanta Boys Play the Field)
Let’s all realize our own potential (does one realize itself only when light shines its path?) and let’s lighten up the planet, baby. This one big self consciousness’s, selfless if you might say so.
Imagine this pool. Of Energy. Indivisible Universe.
This is Our Love. Now. 40 years cycle. We boomers can relive it now.
Can fell it now.
One People. Zawinul style.
Love is our Salvation, Help, Healing.
Sorry about the prophetic tone, but if we don’t wake up as a brotherhood right this minute. We as a Race (All Guys, Uni, Al Gore??) everybody in. We are definitively and royally screwed. This is it.
We either wake up now or never.
This is my turn, Ours?
[Update: Check this article from the SF Chronicle with a more formal way on the same subject.]
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