Category: Politics

Sri Mahatma Terence McKenna Explains It All

I’m basically a scientist without portfolio because no academic institution would ever trust me with a portfolio. But I move in the domain of the gurus, the channelers , the pontificators, and those with secret revealed knowledge from Atlantis and Lemuria, but I have contempt for all of that whether it’s true or not because they got there the wrong way. You know?

You have to come through the rules of evidence and reason. Reason is not science, don’t confuse them. I’m very much a critic of science and the scientific method but I don’t think reason can be tossed out with that bathwater. What is being proposed here is that we are on the brink of the discovery of another world. A world as potentially transforming of our world as the discovery of the western hemisphere transformed European civilization in the fifteen hundreds. But the world that we are about to discover is inside the mind. It’s mental real estate.

We who have made consciousness our game, by building cities, elaborating literatures, tossing up religions and setting armies marching.. we who have made consciousness our game, have barely scratched the surface of human consciousness and it’s not like we haven’t had a crack at it. I mean, these yogans have been over there digging away for millennia, Egyptian religion, Kabbalism, alchemy, western traditions of mysticism, -and I am a connoisseur of all that, don’t get me wrong but what astonishes me is how embryonic it all is.

We are not the tired inheritors of an ancient and sophisticated civilization in its twilight, which is what they are all telling us. We are, the know nothing fresh scrub babes who are the new kids on the block, who haven’t got a clue as to what the human enterprise could really be about! And we are coming now through a very narrow historical neck where the accumulated stupidity of the last 5,000 years is, the dues now have to be paid. ‘It ain’t fair. We didn’t do it.’ You know? ‘We didn’t bring the slaves from Africa, ‘we didn’t invent oligarchy’, ‘we didn’t do all these things’, nobody is interested in our whining about how ‘we didn’t do it!’

It’s in your face and it’s clearly a crisis of two things, of consciousness and of conditioning. These are two things that the psychedelics attack. We have the technological power, the engineering skills to save our planet, to cure disease, to feed the hungry, to end war; But we lack the intellectual vision, the ability to change our minds. We must decondition ourselves from 10,000 years of bad behavior. And, it’s not easy.

-Terence McKenna

So let’s get on it everyone! We will create the new day!

Realize that you are being purposefully distracted from yourself. Turn it all off.

Don’t watch TV. Don’t listen to the radio. Don’t read the newspaper. Stop about 90% of your thinking. Stop wanting to consume and control everything. There is a frequency jammer that is flooding you with misinformation so that you won’t figure out your own spiritual machinery.

“Hmm, I had a weird emotion, maybe I should take a look at my inner life…”

“NOOO!!!! Here’s a football game!! Here’s a pizza with chicken in the crust!! Here’s a naked woman!!”

“Oh, ok. I guess I won’t look at my inner life.”

“Now that’s a good boy…”

Go to your room. Be alone. Turn off all of the non-essential feeds that are stuffing you full of nonsense that doesn’t matter. Take psychedelics. Talk to your inner self. Pray. Meditate. Levitate. See God. Give up. Find the real Jesus the super yogi, not the lie that you learned in Sunday School to keep you from the real truth. Learn a mantra. Clear your mind. Be happy doing zero for at least 30 minutes a day. You don’t have to sit like Buddha to meditate. Just stop thinking.

You’ll clear up. Your spirit will reset. You’ll be fine. And you’ll realize that there has always been a light shining on you. It never left you. It’s just that there was all that pollution clouding it up.

Then you’ll just want to play and dance! You’ll still be able to survive. Trust me, you will. But you’ll have peace! peace.




I suffer, but I go on

I suffer, but I go on.

I’d rather write the truth unbent, than sing the dark one’s hopeless song. America is rough. But I work to make my crooked places straight, and I know that with every breath the test of death is waned. I plow like a bull to plant the seeds of truth within my heart. God’s waters will best germinate my now converted pain into a mighty tree of life that no despot can cut down. That tree will grow strong to resist the winds of negativity and doubt. I will be the mighty me America has said I’m not allowed to be. The long transgender winter of my misery is gone, and I am free. No Trump can stump this tree. I am a new American evergreen pedigree: a woman manned with gifts by grace to proudly join the human race. I sing the song that all the people who’ve been here have sung, the song that was written from the dirt up. Like the slaves who labored most unjust and then were cast back to the dust I sing. Like the poor white farmers who had everything reclaimed I sing. Like the natives who were slaughtered, deceived, and maimed I sing. Like the women who were told that their equality was a different kind of equality I sing. Like the cunning women labeled witches who were burned I sing. Like the men who were excluded from society because of whom they loved I sing.

I know the song. My tree reverberates from all the pain of loss and strife and misery. But with the hum of God’s pure love, through goodness will my stalwart peaceful dove pursue the new America that promised land of truth.

I suffer, but I go on.

I love Donald Trump

I know that headline might be quite alarming to some. But I wanted to say that I choose to extend love to Donald Trump, a man who is clearly suffering. He is deeply in need of love, but he creates as much fear to keep people away from the terror inside of himself. Great teachers have said that we should love our enemies, and I see no reason that I should not love Donald Trump. I disagree with his positions in almost every way, but the power of love is immeasurable. I choose to live in a world where love is the lingua franca. I understand that he might have power over my body, and I accept this. My heart is with God, and I know that God loves Donald Trump too. Whenever I see his screaming visage in my third eye, I just repeat “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Because I do not identify with this earthly body, I have no reason to fear Donald Trump. This existence is but a blink of an eye. And I will soon ascend to my God again from where I came.

Wake Up or Just Go Back to Sleep

We are hurtling towards truth at blinding speed. We must choose to engage with life or go back to sleep. Life is screaming Wake Up! and so many people just want to snooze. We are creating this reality with our thoughts. It is our collective dream. We must download the correct software into our consciousness. The correct software is openness, fearlessness, bravery, courage, optimism, union, coordination, love, God, trust, sacrifice, honesty, communication, emotion, strength, gratitude, and glory. That’s just a start. Every life is precious. Go to the light of love and be awakened. It is waiting for you.

Robotic Shaman Presents: The Shitty Drug Store Chronicles – Episode I – The Starbs Paradox

This week on True Tales of the Robotic Shaman we have episode I of The Shitty Drug Store Chronicles: The Starbs Paradox. Prepare to be amazed. The Robotic Shaman reveals but does not answer. Enter the world of ephemeral illusion and terrifying truth!

There once was a girl named Floob who woke up one day in a Shitty Drug Store. There were other people in this drug store. They all were convinced that they needed to stay in the Shitty Drug Store to survive. There was an exit door that they could see out of, and it looked pretty nice out there, but when you went to walk through that door, the sensors would go off and a voice would say “Waa Waa Waa! You’ll die if you leave!” so everyone was afraid and turned around to go back into the Shitty Drug Store.

The people in the store believed that the Shitty Drug Store was absolutely necessary for survival, and they made magazines, and books, and TV shows that reinforced this belief. The management would come on over the PA occasionally to say “the world is terrible and you need to stay in the Shitty Drug Store to survive! You depend on the Shitty Drug Store! If you break our rules, we’ll throw you out of the Shitty Drug Store, and you’ll die! There is a sale on peanuts in the food aisle. Be happy, or else…” And occasionally, they did throw some people out with all kinds of ceremony and pomp and seriousness.

The Shitty Drug Store seemed OK to Floob because it’s all she knew, and there was some pleasure in it, although the people were really strange and generally unhappy compared to the people in the magazines. However, there were rumors that you might not actually die if you went outside through the door. Some people said that they saw people who left the store still alive through the window. But when the Shitty Drug Store managers heard about this they got on the PA and say “we have heard that some people have said that they have seen the dead ones still alive outside the window, but these people are sick with a disease called Starbs. They must be reported to the managers so that they can be treated with a medication called Prong. We love you. Thank you for shopping at the Shitty Drug Store.”

So the people found out which people said that they saw people outside the window, and they sent them to the pharmacy to get treated for their Starbs. Now that the people who had seen the dead people were being treated for their Starbs with Prong, things seemed to get better for a while. The people who were sick with Starbs did notice that the Prong made them feel slow and lethargic, but they reminded themselves that Starbs was a terrible disease, and the managers had created a great medicine so that they could still live in the Shitty Drug Store.

Then one day, our heroine Floob was hanging out in the pharmacy section of the Shitty Drug Store, and she saw that there was a cold medicine product called Carmadun with a strange picture on it. It was just some over the counter medicine that everyone took, but she noticed that it had a little picture of a goat on it. When she dreamed at night, she saw this goat, and it told her that life is really just about having a good time, and there is nothing to fear. So she bought the Carmadun and took a few even though she was not really sick with a cold.

When Floob took the Carmadun she began to see and hear things that she could not touch. She began to think that there was a whole world outside of the Shitty Drug Store. She saw a vision of a man that she did not recognize walking through the exit door and turning into a butterfly.  The man then flew away outside. This didn’t make any sense to her at first. And she told the managers about it, and they said that she likely had Starbs and needed to be treated. So they sent her to the doctors in the pharmacy who gave her some new medication that they said would treat the Starbs.

Floob began to notice that the medication made her sort of slow. She remembered that other people had felt this way, so she accepted it as normal. But she still had dreams of the goat who told her that life is really about having a good time. She started to become very confused. She desperately wanted to be a good person, so she kept taking her medication even though it made her feel different and a little bit sad.

She then thought that maybe she could just take a little bit of the Carmadun and no one would notice. So she pretended that she had a cold, and bought some Carmadun. She only took one pill per day. She didn’t see the butterfly man when she took only one, but she felt a little bit happier. So she continued taking just one per day for about a month. This made her feel OK with having Starbs. And Floob was doing quite well. She was becoming very popular. Everyone liked Floob, and they told her that she was the best case of cured Starbs they had ever seen! She felt so glad in her heart. She really thought that the Shitty Drug Store was a wonderful place.

At the Shitty Drug Store, there were special days where people celebrated the existence of the Shitty Drug Store. One of those special days was Football Friday. Football Friday was held on the 3rd Friday after a full moon and only when the Shitty Drug Store was making a profit, which was not guaranteed. On Football Friday everyone bought footballs made out of foam rubber and threw them at each other while they drank Shitty Drug Store Beer and watched a TV show of people throwing footballs at each other. When a Football Friday happened, everyone was excited!

So on this particular Football Friday, Floob was enjoying her Shitty Drug Store Beer and throwing the foam as they liked to say. She was talking to a good friend of hers named Brom. Brom did not have Starbs by the way. Floob and Brom had known each other for a long time, and they were good friends. Brom told Floob that she was doing so well. Floob trusted Brom, so she told Brom that she was using Carmadun in a very small amount, and it made her feel so much better. Brom was scared. He didn’t know what to do with this information because it was too strange to him. Brom knew that a side effect of Carmadun was Starbs, and Brom was worried that Floob was now hurting herself. Brom was flummoxed. Brom told Floob that she should stop taking the Carmadun because it could make her Starbs worse. Floob was afraid. She didn’t know what to do.

Tune in next week for the next installment of the scintillating tales of the Robotic Shaman’s Shitty Drug Store Chronicles!

Some thoughts on our political situation for this morning

Donald Trump represents a cancer on the American soul. We must learn to live in a different state of consciousness if we want to fight Donald Trump. At present, our avarice and greed feed this kind of person. We must let go of our attachments and return to a simpler time of less stimulation. This is a moral issue in that it depends on the individual. I choose to live in a state of consciousness that is of a higher vibration than his. We have hobbled ourselves with relativism. We are afraid to even say that there might be a better way. There is a truth, and it is not found in the bible or bhagavad gita or Tao Te Ching or a yoga class. It is found in your heart. Those things are devices to try and get you to live in your heart, to turn down your mind, and embrace openness. Material things will not provide the kind of energy that we need as a society. Our society has become frozen and slow. We think it is quick, but it is really slow. We don’t have the vital power within ourselves that comes from a real yoga, which is a Sanskrit word that means to join or unite. Our yoga must be to join with the spiritual side of life. And this is not just a matter of poses or statues. It is a matter of actions and ultimately thoughts. If our thoughts do not change, our lives will remain the same.

Donald Trump is someone who is very attached to his material existence, and the closer you are to your material existence, the more dualistic life becomes. Everything becomes black or white or good or bad. There are no shades of grey. This is not an evil way of thinking, it is just out of balance. It totally ignores the spiritual side of life, which can only be achieved through thought. Our society is very much out of balance. And the only way to realign our society is through conscious awareness and intentional action. We must not fall into the trap of going down to Donald Trump’s level. He will win that game because he is a very smart manipulator. We must offer up a new vision for America. We must go boldly upward. We must go back to the principles that are written in those books that nobody reads. It’s not that hard. You start by letting go of your fears. As Jesus said “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

Fear is the absence of God. If you rest in God and integrate trust into your life, you will lose your fear. It will go. You just have to try. It’s not crazy. Our consciousness has a certain way of being that is better than others. Our hardware requires that we run the proper software. You listen and then you hear. You trust and then you let go. Then you die to the world of material things, and you live in the spiritual body like any of the sages through the ages. It’s not complicated. We just have to change our thoughts a little. We’ll be fine.

America is embarrassing to me right now. Where are the adults on either side?

I’m so tired of America right now. Almost everyone is just a giant, pulsating ego of fear. The smugness on both sides is nauseating. I really just have to check out of culture. It’s too much. Spamming political memes does not give you more political power, it’s just a giant sign that you are terrified. The left is whiny and insufferable. The right is full of petty trolls. Where are the adults who want to heal the divide or come up with creative solutions from the center? And, we don’t have the power we thought we did. We have owners. The corporations own us. Obviously what we are doing is not working.

Who cares whose rally had more people? God. So dumb. Yes, Trump is a moron. But guess what? The right chose Trump to piss off liberals. When people freak out about Trump, they love it. It’s the whole point!

Life is hard. Life is disappointing. There is no utopia. You deal with it like an adult. Everyone wants to get on their soapbox and stand up for all of these poor minorities, and it’s just condescending. Life sucks, that’s the point. It’s training. Memes don’t do shit except make the person posting it feel important for clicking a button. It’s not an argument. It’s a slogan.

Fear is not cool. Fear is sad. We need to grow up as a country. This is just pathetic. Let’s get our shit together. I’m sure I hit some sacred cows with this post, but I don’t care.

America Needs a Middle Way Out of the Political Civil War it is Wading Into

Americans took to the streets today in record numbers to voice their opinions about the Trump presidency, but I was somewhat ambivalent about it. What’s more important than marching is critical thinking. We need a society of people who know how to discern between truth and falsity and have the courage to stand behind their discriminations. Protesting is fine, but instagrams of pithy protest slogans will not stop the incessant creep of fascism. We have created a toxic milieu in America wherein people are not capable of creating logically coherent and systematic structures of thought that conform to the rules of evidence. I am quite cynical of the the prospects of a society that has real liberty as a core tenet. My dream is a balanced society of tough as nails people who also have deep levels of compassion.
I know that I don’t fit in on the left or the right anymore, and honestly, I think both modes are effectively dead. We need a center position that is capable of wielding both the left hand and the right hand at the same time, in balance. Both are necessary. In my dualistic belief system, the right is known as the side of severity, and the left is known as the side of mercy. Each by itself is weak and ineffectual. I believe that we are running back and forth between severity and mercy in a dialectic schizophrenia. Yes, the right is probably more deranged than the left at this point, but worn out Marxist class warfare is not the answer. You don’t have to study much of the Maoist cultural revolution of 1960’s China to know that youth + Marxism can get very ugly very fast. This kind of left/right extremism is what fueled European problems for the first half of the 20th century. The fascists and the communists could not reach a middle way, and the continent was reduced to ruin.
America has always been fairly good at balancing the two halves of its intellectual brain, but it is spinning out of control at this point. I think that the problem is rooted in the acceptance of the philosophy of Relativism or the notion that there is no truth and all ideas are of equal merit. All ideas are not equal. We, as humans, are blessed with an understanding of mathematical logic to guide our actions. I am not an Ayn Rand, cold logic over all, kind of thinker, but I do think that without an understanding of how to reason, how to avoid fallacies, and how to support your positions with evidence, the modern thinker is reduced to being completely at the whim of campaigns of manufactured consent (propaganda) by the .1%. Since humans first looked up to the stars and noticed that the stars moved in mathematically predictable patterns, we have known that there is a thing such as truth. We have moved away from the exaltation of truth at our peril.
However, I am aware of why this does not exist. There was a great schism between the understanding of the spiritual world and the material world in the schools of western society centuries ago, and it has not been rectified. Until there is a coherent system of thought that combines logic and science with the world of religion, there will be no progress because humans need sustenance from science and religion to survive. So at this point, individuals scramble back and forth between the two to try and stay sane, but this generates chaos socially. I don’t know if there will be a solution to this until there is some sort of technological advance where physics acknowledges consciousness in spiritual terms. I have reached a synthesis of the two in my head, but I don’t know how to communicate it in a convincing manner. It is a conversation that I had in my head over decades where I came to understand certain truths.
Donald Trump is popular because somewhere in the American collective consciousness, people feel that America is a weak country. America is somewhat weak in my opinion. It’s sad but true. I’m not saying that Trump is right as to the reasons, but I sense it to be true like many other people. I believe that political strength comes from two things: collective unity and logical coherence of thought. We might have some sort of unity on the left or the right, but I am underwhelmed about what either side are really fighting for. And this issue is very, very deep. It’s a very tough problem that requires a very strong commitment to overcome. Our world has changed completely, from head to toe, over the last 140 years. You don’t go through that kind of change without having to completely reformulate your systems of philosophy. But I don’t think that has happened. And because of this we have charlatans openly lying to the populace and promising them things that will not be delivered.
So, I don’t like to have a very cynical outlook, but I do. I’d rather not think that the ship is totally out of control, but that’s the way I see it. And, there are some big icebergs out there in our path. If we get hit with a nasty recession, we are absolutely not prepared economically to deal with it, and this will create the surplus of fear needed to usher in some new system of authoritarianism. If people can’t speak up with utter honesty and fight for truth with courage, things will keep degrading. And, lastly, let me say that celebrities should not be making the political arguments let alone leading the ship. We need political scientists and not actors crafting the zeitgeist.We need a new intellectualism in the United States. We need a return to logic and evidence. We need this in a new, moderate synthesis and not some rehash of the John Birch Society or Marxism.
But personally, I’m actually fairly zen about the whole thing. The Earth has always been messy. I’ve had a hard life, and it has prepared me well. Getting over addiction has calmed me. Fighting your mind is the biggest challenge of all, and I do think we can get through this as Americans, but we need to wake up.