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Along the way...

   Fri, February 22, 2008 - 2:41 PM

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Galactic play

Belted radiance

Lethal spectrum

Restless diamond eye


Solar

So long

So long?


Jewelled Indifference


where's home?


Jewelled Indifference


where am I?


Jewelled Indifference


I want.....to go back


Jewelled Indifference


Help! I don't understand


Jewelled Indifference


Is it all a dream?


Jewelled Indifference


WARNING!


SOLAR SHUTTERS OPENING
LETHAL LOVE RADIATION BEWARE
FATAL UNITY WARNING BLISS FUSION

All right. Who's next?

Good bye now
Glide into fusion
Relentless diamond eye


"The sound man faces the passing

of human generations immune as to

a sacrifice of straw dogs"


There.....we.....go


Good.....


Bye

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Jewelled Indifference from...Psychedelic Prayers after the Tao Te Ching
Complete & Available for free from www.winternet.com/~blister/pratitle.htm
by Timothy Leary

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Apocalypse Now
written by Francis Ford Coppola & John Milius, book by Joseph Conrad

Kurtz: I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they could stand that--these were not monsters, these were men, trained cadres, these men who fought with their hearts, who have families, who have children, who are filled wi th love--that they had this strength, the strength to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral and at the same time were able to utilize their primordial
instincts to kill without feeling, without passion, without judgment--without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us.
I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be, and if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me, Willard, you...you will do this for me?

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Sun, March 2, 2008 - 9:29 PM
Wherever you go... It's allways OM ~8)