posted October 28, 2009 05:48 PM              

So, okay, let's say everybody's aware.

Now what? What do we do?

posted October 29, 2009 11:10 AM            

I was fascinated by his insights into the artist Rhianna and Jay-Z, and analysis of the song lyrics to songs such as "Umbrella" and a few other things hed analysed.

Other areas of his work I found a bit rambling and far fetched, but there was definitely some good stuff in there.

I just find it difficult to distinguish between what's really good or bad in these documentaries which come from the adament viewpoint that anything other than strict Christianity or Islaam is evil (anything to do with the so called "occult" and communication with other dimensions).

posted October 30, 2009 08:19 AM            

THIS IS A PERFECT MOMENT
from the book called "Pronia"

by Rob Brezsny

This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumb-sucking, dumb-clucking collusion with the masters of illusion and destruction.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their wars and tortures, their crimes against nature, extinctions of species and brand new diseases.
Their spying and lying in the name of the father, sterilizing seeds and trademarking water.
Molestations of God, celebrations of shame, stealing our dreams and changing our names.
Their cunning commercials and blood-sucking hustles, their endless rehearsals for the end of the world.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings flow, we are waking up.
*

Their painful blessings are cracking open more and more gashes in the shrunken and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality". And through the fractures, ripe eternity is flooding in; news of the soul's true home is pouring in; our allies from the other side of the veil are swarming in, inspiring us to become smarter and wilder and kinder and trickier.

We are waking up.

As heaven and earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge, we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge of creating a brand new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and right now.
*

As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses. We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic magic; erupt with our sacred rage and supercharge it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough. Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough. We can't afford to be consumed with our anger; we can't be obsessed and possessed by their danger. Our mysterious bodies crave delight and fertility. Our boisterous imaginations demand fresh tastes of infinity.
In the new world we're gestating, we need to be suffused with lusty compassion and ecstatic duty, ingenious love and insurrectionary beauty. We've got to be teeming with radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.
*

So I'm curious, my fellow creators. Since you and I are in charge of making a new world -- not just breaking down the old world -- where do we begin? What stories do we want at the heart of our experiments? What questions will be our oracles?
Here's what I say: In the New World we're creating, We will ridicule the cult of doom and gloom. We will embrace the cause of zoom and boom. We will laugh at the stupidity of evil and hate; we'll summon the brilliance to praise and create.
No matter how upside-down it all may appear, we will have no fear because we know this big secret: Pronoia is real. All of creation is conspiring to shower us with blessings. Life is crazily in love with us -- brazenly and innocently in love with us.
The universe always gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.
*

The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen. The fire and the rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain. The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names, and our ancestors pray for us while we're dreaming.
We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers, provocateurs with designs to unleash us, helpers and saviors we can't even imagine, brothers and sisters who want us to blossom.
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.
The roads they pave us, the places they save us, the tomatoes they grow us, the rivers they flow us.
Their mysterious stories, and morning glories, their loaves and fishes, granting our wishes.
The songs they sing us, the gifts they bring us, the secrets they show us, above and below us.
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow,

posted December 08, 2009 12:51 AM            

www.celticrebel.wordpress.com

He may be dead on or he may not be but he sure does bring up things that have me thinking for a while.

posted July 11, 2015 11:08 PM            

quote:

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Originally posted by listenstotrees:
Something awesome I just came accross...

THIS IS A PERFECT MOMENT
from the book called "Pronia"

by Rob Brezsny

This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumb-sucking, dumb-clucking collusion with the masters of illusion and destruction.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their wars and tortures, their crimes against nature, extinctions of species and brand new diseases.
Their spying and lying in the name of the father, sterilizing seeds and trademarking water.
Molestations of God, celebrations of shame, stealing our dreams and changing our names.
Their cunning commercials and blood-sucking hustles, their endless rehearsals for the end of the world.
Thanks to them, from whom the awful teachings flow, we are waking up.
*

Their painful blessings are cracking open more and more gashes in the shrunken and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality". And through the fractures, ripe eternity is flooding in; news of the soul's true home is pouring in; our allies from the other side of the veil are swarming in, inspiring us to become smarter and wilder and kinder and trickier.

We are waking up.

As heaven and earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge, we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge of creating a brand new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and right now.
*

As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses. We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic magic; erupt with our sacred rage and supercharge it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough. Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough. We can't afford to be consumed with our anger; we can't be obsessed and possessed by their danger. Our mysterious bodies crave delight and fertility. Our boisterous imaginations demand fresh tastes of infinity.
In the new world we're gestating, we need to be suffused with lusty compassion and ecstatic duty, ingenious love and insurrectionary beauty. We've got to be teeming with radical curiosity and reverent pranks, voracious listening and ferocious thanks.
*

So I'm curious, my fellow creators. Since you and I are in charge of making a new world -- not just breaking down the old world -- where do we begin? What stories do we want at the heart of our experiments? What questions will be our oracles?
Here's what I say: In the New World we're creating, We will ridicule the cult of doom and gloom. We will embrace the cause of zoom and boom. We will laugh at the stupidity of evil and hate; we'll summon the brilliance to praise and create.
No matter how upside-down it all may appear, we will have no fear because we know this big secret: Pronoia is real. All of creation is conspiring to shower us with blessings. Life is crazily in love with us -- brazenly and innocently in love with us.
The universe always gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it.
*

The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen. The fire and the rain are scheming to steal our impossible pain. The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names, and our ancestors pray for us while we're dreaming.
We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers, provocateurs with designs to unleash us, helpers and saviors we can't even imagine, brothers and sisters who want us to blossom.
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.
The roads they pave us, the places they save us, the tomatoes they grow us, the rivers they flow us.
Their mysterious stories, and morning glories, their loaves and fishes, granting our wishes.
The songs they sing us, the gifts they bring us, the secrets they show us, above and below us.
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow,

WE ARE WAKING UP.

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