Tantra-Induced Delusional Syndrome ("TIDS")

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Aztlan Underground:Sacred Circle Remix 2009

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06.19.2012

Taking a Leap of Faith

by by Vikram Gandhi

http://www.moviemaker.com/directing/art ... _20120619/


Vikram Gandhi, minus his Kumaré trappings.

[b]Director Vikram Gandhi is not a guru. But he plays one in the documentary Kumaré,... .

I just saw this, it was on Australian television, and its one of the best docos ever made. Its brilliant and awesome. I don't know what else to say about it. Except that you have to watch it. Its really deep and at the same time so funny. spoiler: Spoiler:He teaches people a yoga move that he ripped off pete Townsend doing power chords for the who 40 years ago. Its brilliant.

Cheers AD. I doubt I would have ever watched that if you hadn't posted about it.

I just watched it and JoeH wasn't exaggerating, or at least not enough: it is the bees knees and the ducks nuts on the same damn unicorn. Watch it, show your friends, there will be laughing, crying and hugging, with free antivirus and metacommunicator boost too!

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They call me the seeker.

Although on occasion Tim Leary was quite helpful, actually.

Who be Fairy? Who be Jack Frost?
Who sought and found that which was lost?

We all have our parts to play.

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Re: Kumare

I downloaded it when it came out last year and yes, everyone should watch it. Really hilarious but also quite serious. Actually it was a lot more serious than I expected it to be. Some people really just want to be told what to believe by other people. And yes, the fake yoga moves are priceless. I can't believe that in this day an age Americans can't be bothered to go and spend ten bucks on a yoga book to learn how to do sun salutation.

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Frida Kahlo- Moses

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Nicaraguan guerrinna sister breast feeding
her baby during the Contra War.


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It’s not enough
deciding to open.

You must plunge your fingers
into your navel, with your two hands
split open,
spill out the lizards and horned toads
the orchids and the sunflowers,
turn the maze inside out.
Shake it.

Yet, you don’t quite empty.
Maybe a green phlegm
hides in your cough.
You may not even know
that it’s there until a knot
grows in your throat
and turns into a frog.

It tickles a secret smile
on your palate
full of tiny orgasms.

But sooner or later
it reveals itself.
The green frog indiscreetly croaks.
Everyone looks up.

It’s not enough
opening once.
Again you must plunge your fingers
into your navel, with your two hands
rip open,
drop out dead rats and cockroaches
spring rain, young ears of corn.
Turn the maze inside out.
Shake it.

This time you must let go.
Meet the dragon’s open face
and let the terror swallow you.
-You dissolve in its saliva
-no one recognizes you as a puddle
-no one misses you
-you aren’t even remembered
and the maze isn’t even
of your own making.

You’ve crossed over.
And all around you space.
Alone. With nothingness.

Nobody’s going to save you.
No one’s going to cut you down,
cut the thorns thick around you.
No one’s going to storm
the castle walls nor
kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you
on the white steed.

There is no one who
will feed the yearning.
Face it. You will have
to do, do it yourself.
And all around you a vast terrain.
Alone. With night.
Darkness you must befriend if
you want to sleep nights.

It’s not enough, letting go twice, three times,
a hundred. Soon everything is
dull, unsatisfactory.
Night’s open face
interests you no longer.
And soon, again, you return
to your element and
like a fish to the air
you come to the open
only between breathings.
But already gills
grow on your breasts.

“Letting Go”, Gloria Anzaldúa

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EXCERPTS FROM ‘THE PERIODIC TABLE OF ENERGY’
ȘTIINȚĂ ȘI TEHNOLOGIE
By Timothy Leary



On January 17, 1973, Timothy Leary—the “high priest” of LSD and, at the time, the “most dangerous man in America,” according to Richard Nixon—was apprehended by US officials at Kabul International Airport in Afghanistan. Leary had been on the lam for almost three years, following his Weather Underground-assisted escape from a prison in San Luis Obispo, California, after he had been sentenced to a term of six months to ten years for possessing two joints. From Afghanistan, Leary was sent to the California Medical Facility, a state-run prison in Vacaville, before being transferred to Folsom Prison. During his imprisonment in CMF he conceived The Periodic Table of Energy, a 203-page “manual explaining how to decode the basic blueprints which guide the evolutionary journey” that explores theorized convergences between the periodic table of the elements, evolutionary biology, genetics, neuroscience, extraterrestrial intelligence, the tarot, the I Ching, and the zodiac. The manuscript remained hidden for close to 40 years, and no portion of it has ever been published until now. VICE was fortunate enough to acquire a small selection of pages, which we have reproduced here in some semblance of a logical order. If you’re interested in reading the entire work you can spend an estimated $30,000-$50,000 when Bonhams auction house puts it up for sale on October 10. Until then—and probably forever—this is the only glimpse you’re going to get of Leary’s Periodic Table.





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The Source Family, documentary about 1970s
Los Angeles freak cult/commune

The Source Family’s outlandish lifestyle, popular celebrity hangout restaurant, rock band, and beautiful women made them the darlings of Hollywood’s Sunset Strip; but their outsider ideals, controversial spiritual leader Father Yod, along with his 13 wives, instigated local authorities. They fled to Hawaii, leading to their dramatic demise. Years later, family members surface and the rock band reforms, revealing how their time with Father Yod shaped their lives in the most unexpected ways. These personal accounts, along with interviews with outsiders, make up the interviews in the film. However, the story is largely cinematic, expressed through the use of the group’s extensive film and audio archive maintained by Isis Aquarian, one of Father's wives, Family documentarian, and a central character in the documentary (as well as being associate producer). The film’s soundtrack is composed entirely of original Source Family music produced from 1971-1975.

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Star Children: Heaven’s Gate and the Self-Destructive Family

by Joe DeMartino



If we’re very, very lucky -- and I’m talking here about the kind of luck that would get you rudely expelled from even the highest-class Las Vegas casino -- the star Betelgeuse, located 640 light years away from us in the top-left corner of the constellation Orion, will die within our lifetimes. Betelgeuse is much larger than our sun, which means that its lifespan is correspondingly shorter. Its death throes will manifest in a supernova -- a stellar explosion of such magnitude that it will put out apocalyptic amounts of light and energy. Stars operate on eonic timelines, so Betelgeuse could erupt in the next ten seconds, or the next hundred thousand years. If our luck holds, we’ll see it almost as a second sun -- it’ll rival the moon in the night sky. We’ll be able to read by its light. For a few brief months, Betelgeuse will put on an inspiring show.

Most of us will stare at it and see something gorgeous. Others will be quietly terrified -- the heavens rarely speak unless to say something, and nothing good can come of a message sent through the death of another solar system. Still others will marvel for a day, until the wonder of the thing recedes into banality, long before the star itself dims.

For at least one person -- and I don’t yet know who that is, but I’ll near-guarantee he or she exists -- the supernova won’t be inspiring, or terrifying, or banal. It’ll be an excuse. Time to go. Time for everyone to go.

Marshall Applewhite -- slight, wide-eyed, with the calm conviction of an airline pilot -- saw his excuse in the comet Hale-Bopp, whose passing was perhaps the most widely-observed celestial event in human history. Applewhite’s cult, Heaven’s Gate, counted among its beliefs the idea that the Earth was seeded long ago by ancient aliens. One day, according to Applewhite, those aliens would return to harvest all those who truly believed. They would take their charges off this planet, into a new age of transcendence. Hale-Bopp, said Applewhite, was just a cover for said aliens’ spaceship, which would only pass by the Earth once on its way into interstellar space. Heaven’s Gate, or some form of it, had discussed leaving the planet by suicide for many years, but in Hale-Bopp, there was finally an end to that narrative.

There’s a certain incongruity to modern cults. We’re not immune to superstition, but we like to believe that we’ll limit ourselves to things like horoscopes or palm-reading -- a little harmless indulgence for the part of the brain that can’t quite reconcile randomness and coincidence. They’re quirks at worst, entertainment at best. Cults upend that framework. The members of Heaven’s Gate were true believers in Applewhite’s sci-fi theology, to the point where several of them actually had themselves castrated* in imitation of him. You can see Applewhite’s conviction in video messages several of these members recorded before their suicides -- they unblinkingly refer to their bodies as “vehicles”, make awkward little jokes, and give you the impression that they’re really, really looking forward to killing themselves.

* It’s probably significant that, out of every other detail about the suicides, the castration (surgical, not chemical) comes up the most. It’s one thing to believe your body is a vehicle; quite another to lop off the stick shift.

It’s the awkward jokes that really get to me. Cults attract misfits. It’s rare for anyone to get involved in one, but a person even the slightest bit secure in his or her place in the world is not cult material. The members of Heaven’s Gate seem normal enough, but there’s a strain running through their testimonials that is heartbreaking. They’re just slightly off, different enough from the norm and unleavened by exceptional talent so that daily life must have been confusing and lonely. What do you do if you never asked to be born in the first place? Do you soldier on, trying to make a little place for yourself in a world that will forever look at you sideways? Or, as Applewhite’s 39 doomed followers did, do you search for kinship?

The members of Heaven’s Gate who are left -- the ones you’ll see in this documentary -- are insistent on referring to the cult as a class. This is instructive, as you don’t commit a complex mass suicide without a little bit of learning, but it also doesn’t quite tell the whole story. The word they meant to say was family.

We create little families everywhere we can--in our group of friends, our sports teams, our military units, or in church or camp or class. They seem to be a prerequisite for true happiness, because we retain large swathes of our DNA that scream at us to buddy up, to huddle around the fire with as many people as possible because the world seeks to harm us and the only way we can face it is with a united front. This is why the lone suicide is despondent, but the mass suicides seem to go with a degree of joy. You may be dying -- leaving this world on a premise that would seem absurd to anyone else -- but you’re dying with those you consider your own blood. Applewhite himself lost family after family before Heaven’s Gate; he was estranged from his children, fired from his job, and lost his confidante -- Heaven’s Gate’s co-founder Bonnie Nettles -- more than ten years before the suicides. Perhaps he wanted this one to end on his own monstrous terms.

I really do hope Betelgeuse goes off within my lifetime. I hope you see it too. I just know that, when it does happen, there will be an elder somewhere on this Earth who will behold it, turn to his flock, and say “My children. Rejoice. It’s time.”