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I've quested for connection since early childhood and have constantly been reminded that intention brings us both deliberate and non-deliberate manifestation. Our thoughts and feelings can bring us together in a sublime experience or rip us apart through anger and depression... chaos in our intern...

LOVE permeates our lives and our planetary consciousness that is shifting toward harmony now. Our tendency is to want to remain in some kind of perception of duality. To unite mind and heart, male and female, yin and yang into a global or universal consciousness is quite the challenge. Where do we begin? Can we not only find but live a balanced life in the face of all our external perturbations? I would love to say yes with unequivocal surety. Alas, I am a silly human being still reeling from moments of blissful celestial rides in a compassionate embrace of unconditional love. For those who've experienced NDEs or invitations into the light of the void, you can related on an empathic level from your own experience.


As I've learned to manage my own experience better, I've longed to share at least some of the key components so that others may gain access through practicing simple yet profound methods of self-examination and transcendence. The resistance to change, like fear, is a doorway to freedom when I let go of the emotional attachments I discover deep within the constructs of my reality. I sense millions are addressing these same feelings now. Maybe you are one, too. In the contemplation of oneness, I am another you. We all are individuations of the same Source by whatever name we call it or them. The same paradoxical feeling of total connection and separation exists at our core whether in the light or in the void. It brings a new sense of understanding of the Tao.


I cried as I watched the movie Contact because of the familiarity of the trip throught the tube, the awe of the view and the realization that I am not alone yet again. Strange that the human race finishes with mixed results still, yet all roads return us to oneness - an absense of duality. One of the scenes in Contact also led me to contemplate our 2-dimensional symbols in another way, looking for a primer of sorts. I found it in the symbol of yin and yang, as simple as turning the light on and off... our DNA helix. How? Well, imagine that our heartbeat is like a gate for turning the energy in our body on and off, a top-down or bottom-up view of the helix has one side lit and the other in darkness with the expansion and contraction of our spark, our life force. Those who've witnessed the pulse, the spin of the rainbow sparkled particles and the trip into inner space may have a point of recognition. :)


I have found some practices that may help. It has taken much time and effort to compile, so I do ask for some exchange, however minimal. I have a couple of master's degrees in business and an intimidating vocabulary, but our emotional processes and the path to freeing our entanglements can be put into simple, somewhat, order. Chaos is the beginning of order as we well know by now. So, I ask you to consider an exchange and I invite you to explore and investigate yourself.

The link to this work is: http://www.BeTheDream.net/transformation.htm


Namaste,

Zen
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Beloved Family, In the process of our evolution we are being educated (information is drawn out) about our individual ascensions rising to the level of collective Beingness. Let’s look at the educational process for a moment while reflecting on our current affairs. We will be reflecting on thi...

An educator first introduces the ‘anticipatory set’ to the students. This includes the concepts and ideas that will be learned in this class, session or whatever. In our case, it is the introduction of the concepts of God/Goddess in human form. We know that as with any learning process, there will be resistance and reluctance toward change. This is human nature. We view the world from our previous databank of experience and knowledge.

This flows into the next piece of the process of education, recalling past learning. We all have it, yet it is obviously not all the same. So how do you draw out all this past knowledge to serve our current purpose? We process so that it is all on the table, so to speak, and each one has the opportunity to listen to, or observe, each other’s database. There is no judgment during this scenario as each piece of information that is shared is just as important as the rest. In this way we all see where each other is, with no conditions as to the ‘rightness’ or ‘wrongness’ of the learning to date. It simply IS.

Now, the ‘essential question’ is asked. In this case, let us ask, “How does one become aware of their ONEness?” There is an accepted ‘knowing’ that each one of the students has some understanding or experience of their own path to enlightenment. So, each shares the most pertinent piece of their journey in recognition of the awareness of their connectedness, however great or small the experience was, is not important. All of the information is shared without criticism, condemnation or judgment. It simply IS.

We now have a data pool to draw from that can be shared as ‘collective’ information within the group. It is all-visible to each member, however each chooses to filter it in their own consciousness is often one of the ‘hidden’ processes that takes place, regardless of the external activity. These are processes that one internalizes and rarely offers in reflection to the group. Now that we have this collective database, we begin to realize the similarities in each individual contribution, as they are virtually the same. What I mean is that they have the same intent or purpose in achieving greater harmony. However, sometimes it is not clearly communicated due to using individual dictionaries of personal data to explain individual perspectives. A master teacher will facilitate the group toward understanding that they are saying similar things in different ways. Once this process is comprehended, the next phase is to begin to inquire as to the ‘categorization’ of importance in the list of priorities that provide the greatest good for ALL.

From the perspective of Godhood (non-gender/genre specific) we begin to filter each through the participation that is facilitated by the instructor, teacher, or whomever is at the front of the class. This one has already done his/her homework and compiled a list of information that has been derived from a much larger data pool. A master teacher is well prepared to facilitate their classroom experience, having begun with the end in mind. There is no difference in the development of any movement of consciousness, whether as an activist or zealot. It is the wise use of such process that empowers the zealot to become an activist by applying the sound technical practices of the process.

Let’s look at Gardner’s Multiple Intelligences for a moment to illustrate a growth and unfoldment of a natural order within a construct of consciousness. It has been widely accepted that these multiple intelligences provide the essence of classroom student’s experiences, and I would like to add for students of life as well. Life is just a bigger classroom with greater risks and potential outcomes. Intelligences that Gardner has revealed so far are: Linguistic, Musical, Logical-Mathematical, Spatial, Bodily-Kinesthetic, Intra-Personal, Inter-Personal, and Naturalistic. There are no definitive tools to assess exactly what percentage of each we individually manifest in order to provide instructional materials to empower these intelligences as of yet. They are usually only truly observable by a trained eye in the actual classroom environments. I believe there is one more intelligence that remains to be revealed. That is Spiritual Intelligence.

Before the proverbial ‘knee-jerks’ start happening, let us address our momentary definition of Spiritual Intelligence. Spiritual Intelligence is the ability to respond to any given situation through the use of pure intuitive logical thought. Pure, meaning without resistance; intuitive, meaning you already know the answer/response; logical, meaning it has identifiable repetitive patterns; thought, meaning that it is a function of the ONE MIND. It has already been proven, scientifically, that life is made up of sets of fractals, each having its resonant core of the self-replicating pattern. We have yet to comprehend that this self-replicating pattern exists in its purest organic form (Naturalistic Intelligence) in our carbon atom. Its scientific reference would be 6 protons, 6 neutrons, and 6 electrons. If we look at the examples below, we see that there are some very interesting patterns that evolve from the carbon atom’s configuration.



Now, what does this all mean? It means that this Spiritual Intelligence is at the core of our genetic fiber. Organically we are able to use this intelligence to activate Bloom’s taxonomy to the next level. In his work, there are five basic areas of focus in our educational processes. They are: Knowledge, Understanding, Analysis, Synthesis, and Application. They are relatively self-explaining terms. Through the use of Spiritual Intelligence, we are able to observe the categorical changes necessary in our world environment to align with the natural organic patterns of an interdependent civilization. We all can imagine what a world like this might be like. There is so much information about the pieces of such an environment, a new world order if you will, that it would seem our duty to utilize our knowledge to apply the best practices of Spiritual Intelligence.

Understanding that change takes time, we become the patient agents of perfected patterns that balance the scales of iniquity currently present on our planet. We already know how to evolve mental constructs into physical form. We also understand that it requires a ubiquitous desire for change. Our job is to craft the wheel for the greatest safety, the most sustainable comfort, and the greatest joy. How do we do that? Analyzing each of our alternative choices, and the risk of loss in each, we can assess the outcome of the choices and synergistically reveal the best choices to serve the greatest good, locally and globally. This leads us naturally to the application and implementation of the processes necessary, as our synthesis of solutions was developed as a natural evolution of the analysis of our choices. Again, it falls into the realms of pure intuitive logical thought as the entire process evolves naturally through the parameters of the foundational structure.

How does this reflect on the process of education? By definition the process of education is organic: to draw out. We now have the tools to draw out our map for our journey toward ONEness in perfectly acceptable order, a ‘new world order’ that acknowledges our past with honor and dignity. We harvest our past by bringing forth those tools most useful for our future, including the undesirable lessons learning the art of war. Now we can apply the same conceptual frameworks, used by the masters of manipulation of time and space, to create an atmosphere conducive to our ultimate need in the call toward Divinity: to love and be loved.
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on another vein, artery or whatever stream of flow may be... While meditating I was reminded of some recent discoveries that may be of interest. Many portals are opening now as we all are experiencing. Moving inward with the flow of introspection for integration, we often feel the swirling flow...

Some months past, a discussion of the fibonacci sequence revealed an interesting correlation. Seems this serendipity spanned symbiotic samples... (fit topics on this list and another) At any rate, I trust it is helpful.

The fibonacci sequence is the mathematical expression of the fractal that apparently exists at the core of every natural order, including human dna. This sequence also produces an array of symbols, including several variations of the 6-pointed hexagram, or star tetrahedron in 3d. Spiritual mathematicians have often talked about the 'x' factor, that enables access to the other worlds on a fully conscious level. In looking at one of the sequences of exploration, there is a pattern that, when drawn connecting specific points, reveals an open-ended square. Not the type of thing you would figure from such a symmetrical sequence. When the number sequence is reversed it produces a 'Z' shape across the middle of the star. So far its more of a 'Z' factor. Musing as it is, a morning meditation revealed how it looked in 3d, with the upper and lower lines curved in opposite directions and the center line slightly curved as though it were representing a spinning 'Z', which is what the entrance to the portals resemble as you might look down at the 'Z, ' which is not to say that we are superior. The 'X' factor is revealed when you consider going AND returning, the mirror images, or spins. This also ties into the rotating feathered serpent medicine wheel that the Mayans spoke of, and Jose Arguelles wrote about as what could be seen above the 'gathering places' during the Harmonic Convergence in 1987. I also saw the same symbol when I asked about the Creator of God, and it appeared again during the group meditations. Its also reflected in the spiraled helix of our DNA. So, this would indicate that there is correlation in all forms in creation, or at least what we can recognize so far, making us one big family, eh?

What the relevance may be now is that as we move in and out of various worlds, or even aboard ship, this pattern is recognizable in the movements throughout the rainbow highways of the UNIverse. Many are beginning to traverse the intradimensional pathways, encountering some difficulty with the sensations of letting go of the physical form in order to journey. Perhaps the foreknowledge of some of the visuals will make the transitions flow more easily. My sense is that we are already familiar with these pathways from dreamtime. Now, as vibratory levels have been on the rise, the experiences are becoming more prevalent in waking states of consciousness, often facilitated with music and/or other catalysts yet not necessary as meditation alone offers access. Regular, even though sporadic, journeying seems to remove all fears and emotional disturbances as well, although it doesn't seem to do too much for daily routines yet. Maybe it has something to do with that eye of the needle thing. The visual pattern is also reminiscent of the merkaba field generation which is known to facilitate inter- and intrastellar travel among certain groups of space cadets. This may be helpful in creating better ship to shore travel.
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I would like you to know that any communication I make to you is always intended to be in love. We use many words, some of them have many meanings. I seek to empower you as I do with everyone. If I offend, then I'm open to hearing it. I do my best to listen from a place of love too, even though I ...

I would like you to know that any communication I make to you is always intended to be in love. We use many words, some of them have many meanings. I seek to empower you as I do with everyone. If I offend, then I'm open to hearing it. I do my best to listen from a place of love too, even though I may not always hear perfectly. I can understand your workload and dilemma within/out your living experience. I'd like to share something as well. I opened up to a plethora of gifts when I first began exploring the metaphyical world at 18. I came to a point that I questioned my own wisdom in using these gifts as well, and rather than take the chance of misuse, I walked away from them. I knew that if they were to be used, that they would develop naturally and that eventually, when they 'needed' to be used, I would have full faith in my Self to do what was necessary.

I spent quite some time yesterday writing, which I can't remember the last time I did that...maybe that last time I was sitting on the privy at 12,000 feet. I was writing about the process I've observed within myself from the time of the event until now. We've all been in magical and mystical journies since our realities were confronted on that not so seemingly serendipitous day. By the grace of God and my I AM Presence, I had opened a portal at the back of the canyon I was staying at in LA before my trip to Chile. It had been opened to allow trapped spirits to exit this plane. From the reports of the caretaker of the property, there were droves of souls that found the EXIT sign while I was gone. After returning, I resided there until my return to Phoenix.

On the morning, I walked into the office (a revamped laundry room under the beachhouse) around 8 am and the phone immediately rang. The caller, a female friend, announced the events of the morning... I don't listen to radio, watch TV or read the newspaper normally. So, after being informed, my initial intentional direction was simply asking how to serve. What came was that I needed to awaken the rest of the crew and proceed to the portal to energize it in order to attract those who had just made their seemingly untimely transitions. Fortunately all those present were hip to the idea. I told them on the way back (about a 1/2 mile hike) that I hoped we could attract those that were on their way home, to LA, and that they, in turn, could act as beacons for the rest of the folks, and who knows what might happen from there. I also admitted that I had no idea just what was going to happen... only that we needed to open our hearts and show up for the task. Everyone expressed being able to serve in this way was a great honor... and I felt tremendously humbled as well.

When we finally reached position, we sat (4 of us) in a circle holding hands. I offered a prayer of invitation and protection, calling on all the kingdoms for assistance. There were several rounds of prayer, much like being in a sweat, and with each brought tremendous overwhelming feelings of anguish, grief, emotional turmoil, pain, suffering and all the attendant sensations. My body became a writhing river of this torrent of tumult. It felt as if the entire emotional forces of their fear and fright were present and flowing through me, being grounded only by those blessed ones with me. As we were finishing what turned out to be the first round, another arrived. We then went back into the energy and opened to the cosmic and galactic energies that were available to assist in this transitional transom. Again, the emotions poured through me... this time as though Mother Earth's pain and suffering were flowing through me also. I've never felt such depth of suffering and emotional turmoil... and trust me, I've been to some pretty deep places. The job was done, nonetheless, and I felt/feel such gratitude for being able to serve in that capacity, no matter what the residual affects would be on myself.

Now, its those affects that have been interesting. Since that time, I've felt like I've had many bodies that are waving back and forth within and around me... almost like a liquid or sloshy feeling as I moved, especially if I moved into a horizontal position. I was very concerned for my health at one point. Then I realized that I had offered to be of ANY service necessary, and with the worlds I seem to be in contact with, it felt like they were integrating throughout planet earth and I was just hyperaware of the process because of my closeness to it. Some of you all may have felt similar feelings of wavy-gravyness. We are all being tested to the Nth degree now, to see if we are truly committed... or just need the straight jacket. This feeling of sloshiness just subsided last weekend. I had gotten so used to it that it took me a few days to realize that it was gone. I'm not sure what all has integrated. I suspect we're up for another jolt soon. I pray to be able to stand in my center and assist again, in any way necessary.

I honor and am honored by you and all the others as we all are doing our best to collaborate in this movement toward Unity. Not everyone is going to make it... even though we hoped they would. All we can do is the best we can in any given moment, and do our best to live our passions in genuine unconditional love. We do have to stand for something, though, or we will fall for anything. As long as we agree to stand in Unison, in whatever concept of unconditional love we individually have, then we are making headway... and God, in my opinion, is pleased.... not because we have to please God... because that part in ourselves is most important and precious... Unity in Diversity. Accepting each other without wanting to tell each other 'how' to be or 'who' to be is quite challenging. We all tend to do it... mostly because we do care so deeply, I feel. The types and depths of feelings we are beginning to experience have been avoided for a long, long time. They are what have fueled the fire of separation. WE have a chance to use that fire to cook up a great pot of stew (instead of stirring the cauldron of condemnation), so that we can share the meal, the gathering... breaking bread together once again.
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The First and Last Freedom To transform the world, we must begin with ourselves; and what is important in beginning with ourselves is the intention. The intention must be to understand ourselves and not to leave it to others to transform themselves… This is our responsibility, yours and mine, bec...

The First and Last Freedom
To transform the world, we must begin with ourselves; and what is important in beginning with ourselves is the intention. The intention must be to understand ourselves and not to leave it to others to transform themselves… This is our responsibility, yours and mine, because however small may be the world we live in, if we can bring about a radically different point of view in our daily existence, then perhaps we shall affect the world at large.
J. Krishnamurti
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When I proposed recording the life and wisdom of this great teacher, he at first demurred. "Don't you dare tell the truth. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail." Michael Valentine Zomorrow, aka Ed Ward, made his transition in the late 90s, after succumbing to diabetes, at 78...

13 DEC 90 LIFE OF SAINT HICK: Chapter 1

When I proposed recording the life and wisdom of this great teacher, he
at first demurred. "Don't you dare tell the truth. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail."

* * *
Saint Hick was renowned as a great family man. I asked him how many
wives he had. "Well," he pondered. "I'd have to get a tablet. . ." He
seemed sure it was at least fifteen, "But not more than six at any one time.
And don't forget the husbands. I must have had, oh, at least half a dozen
of them as well."

* * *
Even while he was a householder, Saint Hick stood out from his suburban
neighbors in his religious observance. When all the houses in the street
had Christmas lights, his was dark. The neighbors came to him to try and
persuade him to follow their custom, but he stood firm. This impasse was
finally resolved when the neighbors on either side strung Christmas lights
on his house, and provided the current to run them through extension cords,
and took the lights down again afterwards.

* * *
I asked Saint Hick about his miraculous birth. He knew this was a
requirement for saints and heroes, that there be something strange about
their entrance on the stage. And it happened that at age 53 he got his
mother drunk and learned this essential information.

". . .And after some trivia she stopped for a long pause, and I knew not
to speak first or I'd lose whatever was coming and the longer I waited the
surer I was I was waiting for the words of the goddess. And finally she
said, 'Did I ever answer your question?' And my training as salesman and
guide paid off in that I didn't say 'What question?' I said, 'No. . . Not
yet.'

"So, she told me, in response to this question that I'd never asked,
that my father was not the man I thought was my father. That she had met a
young man who was already engaged and they found they were soulmates
forever. But he went ahead and married this other girl he was engaged to,
so as not to cancel the wedding and disgrace the family and break his
promise etc. And he stopped by to say goodbye to my mother and there was
nobody else home that afternoon and the net result is me.

"Then he went off to war and died a hero. So I'm the son of a hero
who's remembered as such throughout my life, can do no wrong. God bless."

Saint Hick's birthplace, Boerne, Texas 78006, has since become a magnet
and haven for seekers after enlightenment. He spent his early years there
but found Texas too tough for him. After he was run over by a car at age
nine he got his parents to move to Southern California. He did this by
putting travel posters up on the wall. Framed by orange trees, elegant
Spanish villas looked out on the sparkling blue Pacific. It worked.



* * *

How did Saint Hick attain Saint Hickhood? It happened at the
culmination of his last known marriage when ". . .She was really chewing my
ass out for being evil since before the beginning of time, and I sat there
for a solid hour and enjoyed it until she left, slamming the door. And I
thought, what was the best thing I could do for her? She'd been wanting a
piece of paper giving her a share of future earnings and so on, but whatever
I wrote she was sure I was too clever and would cheat her out of it.

"So I took a piece of blank paper and signed my name to it, so she
could put whatever she wanted on it. I put it into an envelope for her and
that's when I achieved sainthood. I was glowing and amazed at myself --
what, me a saint -- I was incredulous -- actually modest for about thirty
seconds or so! And some inaudible voice from on high or inside said "Saint
Hick." Which really broke me up laughing, because my hickhood made me a
saint. God sends the good. Who sends the bad? Give me some of each."

* * *

All great men who are ahead of their time have been persecuted, usually
spending some time in jail. Saint Hick is no exception.

"Oh yes, that is one of my luckiest things. I spent many, many times
in jail. Let's see now, perhaps the most glorious occasion that comes to
immediate mind is one summer in Hermosa Beach, and there's a dance hall
where I play pool and drink with some hangers-on -- they like my style or
something, I'm vivid. And I look around and in front of me is this
beautiful ass, bent over at a weighing machine or some such, and being true
blue I leaned over and bit it.

"Well it turned out that this girl was the new true love and sweetheart
of my brother, who didn't have a high opinion of me in the best of times. I
was hauled away and arrested, the cops laughing at the description of the
crime, and fined ten dollars for disturbing the peace. I thought it was
about the justest thing I ever heard of.

"But basically I went through a seeking and escape through drunkenness
into a new realm that wound me up. I knew there was more somewhere, other
dimensions, or I acted as if there were, kept stretching the limits. So I
was in jail maybe forty or fifty times up to when I joined the service,
maybe twenty-something.

"There I went into the warrant-officer thing and passed miracles of
intelligence and luck to do it, thank God. They promoted me so high I
started getting fat and no fun. So the friendlies took hold of my head and
arranged for me to steal a fellow-officer's wallet at two in the morning.
He'd left it on a table in an officers' poker game. The net result was that
I received a dishonorable discharge -- and if anybody knew it I wouldn't be
getting a government pension, which I do, thank God. The records were
burned up in a warehouse fire.


"I was the first dishonorable discharge in seven generations of
patriotic America-makers who fought, bled and died. Our name is on the
land, our bones and blood are in it. And I was so much into suffering
morality, that is, morality imposed by my culture, that I knew that these
values were right and I was worthless.

"Well, later on, the first time I took LSD, all that vanished and I
broke out laughing because I could see, had I not done that, had the
friendlies not swept me through that dance, I would have stayed in, gotten
some kind of class A heart attack, just been a real mess. That was the only
way I could get out. I was in extended service, I was nuclear warrant
officer, knew lots of stuff. So I was lucky to get out, real lucky. The
way they wrote the story was just perfect.

"But instead of saying, yippee, new trip, I was still in that prison
until acid let me out."

* * *

Saint Hick found it was no easy matter to engage others in mystical
experience:

This is 1965, going on '66, and we've all been reading and dreaming
about LSD, the experience in our culture then, a big decision in those days.
And once we'd decided to do it, this group of friends, getting it was
another thing. I finally found five and there were five of us. We met and
decided how we were going to do it, and we were all as hip as you could get
without actually doing it.

It turned out that people kept calling up and copping out with one
excuse or another, you know, can't do it this week, and this went on from
September till the end of the year, and finally I flashed that I was glad --
because I'd have copped out if they didn't, and I didn't have to show I was
chickenshit too. So I got that, and then the friendlies gave me the message
that I was ripe and if I waited any longer I'd be rotten.

So about January 6th or 7th nobody showed and I took this stuff. My
real fear was it would drive me crazy, but some part of me had taken this
fear into account and decided to do it anyway, and I was a big winner
because I'd taken a real vote in myself. That made me very happy, and I
blissed up for an hour -- nothing, blackness. Then I came back down and I
realized I was in this body -- I didn't know what or who but I looked at
that room, and saw the purpose of this room which I'd furnished in a
previous life, and the purpose of this room was to look like a whorehouse
and to attract women who would drink and pass out or pretend to pass out and
therefore some fucking could take place. We could overcome our culture
through drunkenness. And I looked at this room and I thought that with all
the effort and money they'd spent on it you'd think they could get something
right. They really showed a talent for wrong -- everything was just off.

Then I realized I didn't know what kind of body this was. I would have
been very happy for an alligator with tail cancer, so I was very delighted,
though I weighed another 100 pounds back then, and was a miserable asshole
atheist argumenter. I didn't believe in shit except more mess and that was
what was going to happen.


So then I beamed back up to England in the coaching days and a half-
timbered inn, and people bustling around and I'm standing beside an oak tree
and one of the knots on the oak looks at me and turns into a small dragon,
very friendly, and I know it's my guide. "Let's go!" it says, I nod my
head, and we shoot up in the air and dive down into this scene, and I'm in
every creature there. I'm a separate entity sensing each one separately and
simultaneously. Very confusing. I retreat into the dog for a bit -- I can
do that! Then I was the ale-wife, and then the ostler who swept out the
stables and stole some hot toast, and did them all, about three days worth
in 30 seconds. Then the dragon said, "You're going to love this!" and took
me to a maypole, where people were dancing around in the order man-woman,
man-woman, alternating, and as they went by I became each one for a step.

Then the dragon, who's on my right -- my right-hand dragon! -- asked "Do
you want more?" and I said "Oh, God, yes." So he said, "You'll love this!
You get your choice of roles." We go down to a courtyard where there's a
gibbet set up, and judges with wigs, and he said, "Do you want a hint?" I
said "Oh yes." "Choose the prisoner. He's gonna get hung!" And at that
point I fell back down into this reality.

Then I went outside and my name was written in the stars, my new initial
though I didn't know it yet, I just saw a great "M" in the sky. And another
thing I saw was that I'd been on about a bottle of Scotch a day and it
wasn't that I was a drunk, I was just blinding myself to views of this
bigger world, hiding behind a plastic curtain, disconnected from meaning.

I saw the terror of the situation, a big spiral going down, gentle but
inevitable, and there was my soul on its way back to the soul pool, no longer
me, and that was totally just. I was now the prisoner before the judge, and
he asked if I had any last thing to say and I said, well maybe some parts of
me could be transplanted to somebody else. Well, that was liberating. That
turned me loose inside and told me I had learned something.

That was a vivid trip. My life changed. I didn't get drunk in that
fashion again and my consumption dropped to a bottle maybe every ten days.
When I tried it one time just as an experiment I couldn't get drunk.

* * *

St. Hick has placed himself far from the mainstream in his practice of
the sacrament of sex magic. However, he claims support for this
controversial observance in the Bible, in "Wherever two or three come
together in my name, there I am."

* * *

(Saint Hick has long been curious about the meaning of words, and this
curiosity can sometimes lead to deep revelations.)

It's around 1960, '61. I'm still living in Palos Verdes where
Christmas lights were compulsory and I'm at a New Year's party in a big
house with lots of mirrors and I'm wearing my Louis Roth iridescent outfit
so well tailored that it even makes my very portly figure -- I'm at least
260 -- look good to me in the mirror. It makes me look like a penguin
instead of the obese fat creature that I really am.


They're serving French seventy-fives -- sugar, brandy and champagne, I
believe, but whatever they were the name seventy-five comes from an
artillery gun in the first world war, and it's well named. I've had two and
I'm just starting my third one when I get one of those moments of celestial
transcendental clarity. It's a real high, a nice number -- you can see
things clearly. For a minute all your defenses are at least partly down and
you haven't yet blocked out your higher faculties. It lasts for me maybe
ten minutes out of the night. It's well known, a drunken clarity. You're
not yet drunk, but you're going to be drunk, you can feel it coming. When
they open and close the doors, something comes through the crack.

I look at the crowd, successful people like me, merchants, attorneys,
developers. Everybody's into ranking, and I've got Ward Richards, biggest
store in the neighborhood, I have 30 people working for me. Can't cash my
own paycheck, but they don't know that. I look at the crowd and I see that
they can be divided into two classes. I realize that everybody there either
couldn't say fuck or had to, and I'm in class two: I had to.

There are maybe ten or twelve people in class two, and I know they have
to say fuck, and I know they have to get drunk -- or at least look like
they're drunk -- before they can say it, and then they would have to. And
I realize the rest of the people, I can spot maybe twenty of those,
couldn't. If you were to pour hot lead up their cunt they couldn't say
fuck.

I was in class two, and I had to say fuck. I was going to go around
with a story. I had some plan, like the State Department, to go around here
and go there and it would be time, about four drinks from now, to break out
the fucks.

It dawned on me that there had to be somewhere else where fuck was just
a word. So I went to Denmark and got lucky, picked up a beautiful woman in
the Tivoli Gardens. I'd heard you could just go up to a woman and say let's
fuck. I said I'd like to buy you a drink and could we fuck? She said yes,
to both counts. Blew my mind. So we went to my place and had a wonderful
sexy time, very exotic, she gave me head, suck cock in those days, big
forbidden thrill, and that was just great.

The next night I was limp as a friendly worm. She tried to help, but
nothing worked. Then I had a dream that night. I was 9000 feet high on a
mountain. I'd gone to hunt elk, and was camped out in a tent, when I heard
a noise, and here were a bunch of elk coming at me, all female. They were
all saying shoot me, please shoot me! So I picked up my gun, and a little
bitty bullet rolled down, and the barrel bent and the bullet fell on the
ground.

Before I went to Copenhagen I thought I knew what culture shock was and
that I was above that. I didn't know I still belonged to a culture where
men had to chase women. But my body knew it, my cock knew it.

* * *



(I inquire about Saint Hick's remarkable progeny:)

I have a legitimate bio-son. His name's Kalo. I delivered him myself
at fifty. This was a real event in our family. It revitalized. My mother,
Suzy Q, was just dying of lack of interest. She had a comfortable income
and used to get up every day and go to Basketville, and she was getting
bored of all this, withering.

But when Kalo showed up, this was the first grandchild of her genes, an
unexpected late-blooming miracle. Kalo was really a divine spark. When he
was conceived Diahi called out "Plant your seed in me!" the most romantic
thing I ever heard. She knew she was pregnant, knew it was a son, painted a
picture of an ovum in the stars. I delivered him with a beautiful woman
named Diana, in a great house on Maui, great view, beautiful setting -- the
friendlies really cooperated to make it a big show.

Kalo was collecting edible seaweed from the bottom of tidepools when he
was one year old. He was telepathic. When someone needed a chair to get
something down from the wall, Kalo had it in place before they even knew
they wanted it.

But as soon as Diahi got half of my oil money she decided to completely
jump off that trip. Which was certainly fair. She'd started off as Susan,
found herself a couple of years later living as a sex goddess in a
Gurdjieffian mystery school and coming for Jesus Christ with strangers.

She loved it for a while, but then she finally had a chance to sit down
and think about it, when she got her first check and I told her to go to
Hawaii for three weeks and think about her life. We'd been together five
years then.

So she did that and decided she wanted to divorce me and take Kalo,
which I approved of.

When Kalo was eighteen I wrote to him and something seemed to be
opening up for a minute but that ended abruptly. I think she had something
to do with that. She had cancer then, and six months later she was dead.

Kalo is now in the marines, reminds me very much of gentleman thug,
very military. When I asked him if he ever wanted to hear from me again he
said, "No, sir!" I wouldn't be surprised if he was one of the first into
the Persian Gulf.

* * *

Then there was my stepson Stephen Prince. That was his real name. We
used to play Wart, from Once and Future King. Wart would grow up to be King
Arthur one day. I would be a hayseed Merlin and take him on drugless trips,
just acting as if he were hypnotized. There's a magic secret in that, which
I learned from a friend whom I'd married to a woman named Sharla in a high-
minded, bless-the-world, ceremony.

He then proceeded to teach her how to steal luggage at the LA airport,
and they were very successful at it. I didn't understand this at all. It
was the Age of Aquarius and we hadn't yet learned to snarl and use machine-
guns to write Love on the wall. We were in the first bloom of innocence.


He came to me and said he had to give me a present. It was important
that it be passed on ear to ear. He didn't like me very much, but I was the
only one who was qualified. That made me very delighted. He said, "Will
you pay my price?" and I knew enough about magic not to dicker.

What he gave me was the secret of holy hypnotism, which he acquired by
being stolen at age four and raised as a gypsy. "One of the reasons you've
been misjudging me is that you don't what's happening." I said, "That's
absolutely right." He said it was his holy duty as a gypsy prince to steal
from the rest of us. They even have a word for us, and they see us as their
flocks for fleecing. There are complex religious reasons for this but it's
supposed to be good for both sides, teaches us alertness and so on.

The secret of hypnotism is for whoever's being hypnotized to agree on
what we're up to, and ask, "Please hypnotize me." You ask for it. It's a
ritual, and it tells all kinds of creatures within you this is not something
somebody's doing to you, but what you want to do. It's all in that magic
word please.

Before I started taking acid, I was fascinated by hypnotism. I thought
with my black-hearted false ego I could get women to do whatever, and had
many such jack-off fantasies. Then after I started taking acid, I could see
the powers of hypnotism, you could create all kinds of things. I decided
that my hand couldn't hold that knife. It was too sharp.

That was one of the luckiest decisions I ever made. But now we have
this new secret of holy hypnotism. How is it to be handled? One of the
safeguards is to tell the person being hypnotized that they can never again
be hypnotized accidentally, mechanically or on purpose without saying
"Please..."

You don't use it for something silly like quitting smoking without
finding out why you need to use your mouth so much. Those energies have
some reason to express themselves that way. If you stop them one place
they'll leak another. Christ talked about seven devils, if you chase out
one, there's a nice clean empty spot where seven will appear, each one worse
than the first.

* * *
My myth-son, Stephen Prince, put himself through his own Bar Mitzvah.
For some reason it couldn't happen, so he decided to do his own. He acted
all the parts, great actor that he was, and when he became a man by his own
ceremony he handed me a note saying, Michael, from now on I'm going to
listen to you because I really like to hear you, but I'm going to do just
exactly what I please myself to do.

Bravo! He'd graduated. Real good young man. He learned to play
villain -- I helped him on this -- so when he played Booth who shot Lincoln,
he studied why Booth would do such a noble thing, from Booth's point of view
of course. So when he played the assassin, he was as proud as Lucifer and
cunning as a snake. He was magnificent! People came to hiss. And nobody
in the school wanted those real bad parts, so he got every one of them for
years. He really learned villainhood.

* * *



When I first began to move into Saint Hick from Ed Ward, I had a pad on
a dirt floor in a cellar in Redondo Beach where a couple that I love called
Gary and Mary were growing pot. All summer I smoked pot and threw the I
Ching and came to realize I was pregnant with a mind-child of unknown
parentage from a whole bunch of aliens and beings that inhabited me. I got
the idea I was a crowd and my job was to become a team.

Since I was pregnant I called Zabria -- she lived in Hollywood then --
and said I wanted to be her best girlfriend, so we talked girl talk and she
coached me in preparation for the happy event. Finally it happened, and I
discovered that my mind-child was named Coloque, and he/she was born
pregnant, continually hatching new things, ever more complex and always
helping the main plot, which is to go to the stars.

* * *
When you want to pursue your life goals, and especially to attract a
partner, do a little ceremony when you're nice and high, on a mountaintop or
stoned or going a hundred miles an hour, or whatever makes it easier for you
to communicate, because you're going to send a message up to what we call
the Free Press. Do it at least three different ways, say it and write it
and piss patterns in the snow. You're asking three different ways for your
partner to appear.

You're sending out a signal to the Friendlies above that you're doing
this, you're cheerful, and you want this for help to get their big job done.
Remember Adam. You need a partner to get the job done. And what you want
this time is your Eve and bring her a snake too, because you love apples.
Let's do it all over again.

That's where Adam blew it. He was in charge, and God came around and
said he'd fucked up, and he ducked and said it was her fault. What a way to
start a world trip! Next time, say, "Why, Dad. I know I passed your test.
You were just fooling. You'd never give me a whole Earth and keep back one
tree. I know you do things in wholes, you were just testing me, to see if I
understood you, right?" And the old fool could either accept that or start
over.

Of course we're still playing that number. The pot plant is currently
forbidden and look at all the fuss around that one. The more things
change, the more thay stay the same. Details change, but the pattern is
still there. The fundamentalists could set us straight if they ever got
round to reading the first page of the Bible.
_____________________________________________________________________________

(Genesis 1:29) And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb
bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth. . . .
_____________________________________________________________________________

This whole thing started with bureaucracy, a fellow called Anslinger
who wanted to expand his empire, and he had to lay some blame so that drugs
could become illegal, our God-given gifts denied us. So he waged a campaign
about black men down south raping white women on pot (and worse than that,
if the women got some they might enjoy it). And that's what the whole thing
comes from.

* * *


(Saint Hick's transition from businessman to saint produced some
unusual business experiences.)

In the Mind Machine company we had seven engineers. I advertised for
them on the come -- if things worked out I'd give them some stock. They all
came for their intitial interview to my downtown apartment in L.A. This was
a third-floor penthouse, but the building was old and coming apart, with
dog-shit in the halls and weird spice smells.

Diahi and I lived there, and to get to us you had to go to where there
was a wire hanging down which you pulled and rang a little handbell in our
apartment. Then Diahi would come down and get you.

They all came dressed up, shoes shined, and they were met by this
exotic woman and brought through a maze of rooms full of plants and a walk-
through closet to an immense room where the Mind Machine experiments were
arranged. We were making pieces of cards with random thoughts in response
to questions such as what three things would you wish your parents had given
you, or would you give to your children? We had one that said "Rave,
slobber and yarp." I stole a bunch of books on creativity from the library
and cut out bright sayings and had people make up the cards. They were
organized by shapes which had a meaning. A triangle would mean firm
foundations. An octagon would mean stop.

We called this one of our Mind Machines and I've a whole bunch of
stuff like this going on then. The engineers would look at these and come
back in a room with a couch and a coffee table and meet me for the first
time, and I was naked.

I weighed at least 230, on the edge of obesely fat, but I was turned
on, and I had the ability to pick up people's frontal lobes and turn them
around to see the world my way. I'd learned this in the waterbed business.
When somebody got fired up, I didn't think they were fired up until they
were gone for three days and then came back.

When they came in and sat down I'd ask them "Do you smoke pot?" and
they'd all say no, at least at first. Whatever they did, I said they'd
passed the test. Maybe seventy engineers came through in three weeks. Then
we had a meeting in a real engineering plant where I invited twenty and
seven showed up. They were so impressed by the difference. I showed them
left hand first. This was an orthodox meeting.

I'd sent them copies of a proposed contract in advance, and one of them
who had a mockup of a wristwatch skin resistance monitor and was really
eager stood up and said if he signed the contract he should be committed for
insanity, because it was a rotten-dog slave contract which promised
everything and secured nothing and depended entirely on whether I was
honorable and decided to give them something.

Then the owner of the building, a fine independent engineer with
seventy-odd patents in his own name, stood up and said, "I trust this man."
At the end, I went up to the man who'd rejected the contract and said,
"You're chief engineer. Write your own contract. Fix it so you and I
share equal."



He looked at me and said, "You crafty, cunning old son of a bitch.
It's a deal!" And he recruited all the others.

The first Mind Machine product was a thermistor you held in your hand
and watched a meter for biofeedback to help migraine headaches. It was a
six-inch scale and one degree change would move it the full range.

I had a nice ad in Cosmopolitan which brought in half its cost, not bad
for a first ad, and also a suit from the A.M.A. for false advertising at
$2500 per exposure times a million readers, or billions of dollars. I was
immensely flattered. I had negative worth at the time.

I thought I was prepared for this. In our group we already practiced
Giftie Gi'us -- give us the worst, the best, and how to improve the act --
and for the worst everybody said A.M.A. So we'd backed up our claims, but
I'd also read of Reich where the U.S. government ganged up on him and threw
him in jail where he died a miserable death at 53, which was just about my
age. So we figured out the best thing to do was to quietly disappear, which
is what they wanted us to do anyway.

Later on I went back and talked to the man who started the suit, who
was doing biofeedback research of his own, and he said I could probably have
gotten away with it by sending news releases to little country newspapers.
That could have had the horrible effect of making a million dollars for me
before I was ready for it, and getting me trapped in manufacturing, which I
know isn't my business.

* * *

(How Saint Hick was converted to the mystical realms.)

I was not just a skeptic, I was a cynic originally when I was Ed Ward
before I took acid. I was totally convinced that if you couldn't measure it
with hard science it didn't exist or was meaningless. I didn't believe in
intuition or any of these things.

Later when I was on about my seventh acid trip, around Easter, 1966,
Lots of realities were floating around. I was looking at a wonderful book
of drawings by Abner Dean. He used to draw thin, wierd-looking wimpish men
wandering around, all naked. And women were usually more powerful and above
all, they were brighter. One picture was of bare mesa country like Arizona
with the naked men walking around, and on top of their heads they wore small
platforms, like mortar-board hats, and on each platform was a naked woman.
The men were blindfolded, and tended to walk off cliffs and fall into the canyon. The women, who could see what was happening, stepped off one platform and onto another going in a different direction. This cartoon was
titled "Women's Intuition." I laughed so hard I started peeing.

It wasn't that the men weren't logical. The women had a better
viewpoint. If we were smart we'd take our blindfolds off and get a better
view.


After that I really came to believe in my wife Dori's intuition. One
time I had a CPA, a very smooth man who was going to make some money for me
selling stock in my business. What he did was fix my books so that it
looked like I was making money when I was losing money. Then I paid tax on
money I hadn't earned with money I didn't have, and I didn't know it. I
wasn't in on the scam. I gave him stock in the company and he didn't bother
to tell me about the thing he was doing.

I was totally impressed with him and his wife, his house, his style,
his education, his diction, he was nice, quiet, he was all the things I
wasn't. And Dori said, Ed, deal him out. I said why? She said, I don't
know, but I know it. It's going to happen. You'll see.

I went bankrupt twice there and saved the thing. I was the only man in
L.A. who ever did it once, with a furniture store. The creditors take over
the stock and if they think you can get any money from it they let you run
it. I'd seen it coming about 48 hours and I got all my friends to take
furniture home and stash it in their house. Fortunately I had good reliable
friends.

The creditors asked if I'd pay ten cents on the dollar. They'd have
been happy with that. I said no, I'll pay you all in full. They said,
you're crazy, you don't have to. I said, I don't have to for you, I know
you'll keep on selling to me. I have to do it for me, it's important.

And I went ahead and paid them in full, paid them ahead of time. I was
still in the bonds of honor in those days. It was necessary that I go
through that process. This was after I'd gotten my dishonorable discharge.
I was scrabbling to get back some shreds of self-respect and honor.

* * *

Then the I Ching came along. I bought it, naturally, out of false ego.
I had lots of books, and the only book that people in my new drug club
(namely pot or acid) asked me about was, do you have I Ching?

So I got one, and then I watched these people do it. I felt as if I
was in some Asian city where they were burning paper sticks to get fortunes,
very superstitious. But the answers they got seemed to me to make very
good sense. They came to my house to ask questions about business, because
I was business manager of the Oracle. And frequently the I Ching gave
better advice than I could have, in much better words. I was impressed.

But I noticed they never wrote the questions down, and after the I
Ching told them one thing, the question would change and the answer would
become another thing entirely.

As time went on I adopted the I Ching as a wise old friend who was in
no hurry. It didn't live in time, as it were. At first I'd ask it for my
best conduct at social or business situations, and I wouldn't look it up
until afterwards. I was just amazed, not only at its correctness, but at
the wisdom it spoke to me.

And as we became closer, it began to show me some very witty things,
especially laughing at my own false ego-pretensions, and amazing things,
I'd see all kinds of interrelationships. What it was doing was vastening my
head -- Frederick Pohl's term, I didn't know it then -- but it was certainly
doing it, my head was growing vaster.

* * *

(Saint Hick, by devious means, discovers the principle of female
sovereignty.)

I discovered, with the help of several good women -- I was very lucky
to discover this -- that it was a good idea when we got intimately involved
to have a rule that I'd stop whenever the lady wanted to. Just pat twice,
it meant stop.

Of course I was coming from false ego, it meant I could try anything,
any position, and if they didn't say stop it was OK, and it also meant they
could be more daring because they remained in control. I didn't realize
until then that all women want sovereignty. But the friendlies led me
through my lowest to this great truth. Or perhaps you could say I found the
jewel of wisdom in the palace of excess, another principle I was to draw
upon frequently in those days.

We were saved by the stop signal, Saisha and I. We could easily have
both killed ourselves. After she invented a better game by asking, "How can
I give you better head for Jesus Christ?" she came up with the words, "We
come as Christ irresistable we." I can't tell you what a powerhouse of a
phrase that is on that level. Since Christ is irresistable and forever and
so on, there's no particular reason you ever need to stop coming. You could
use up your total energy reserves, first wind, second wind, and central core
energy. We could have killed ourselves, but one of us, I still don't
remember who, gave the stop signal and we stopped. Then we realized that
we'd stopped right on the edge of a cliff. There was only one question for
both of us. Should we get back into it and go over that cliff and kill
ourselves? That came down as the coward's way out. We had a job to do.

* * *

When I was with Diahi and Saisha and several other very lovely wives,
with every drug and ritual and mirror and sniffer and whatever we could get
hold of -- the general idea was to find the jewel of wisdom in the palace of
excess, and we were palacing up excess -- several times I and/or my partner
slipped into a complete new realm. We popped into another world.

I had been reading that the object of all this stuff is that we wanted
to become god. "Thou art God" and all that, which I was really working at.
And it turned out that is indeed the way. But I had to take another 15
years and get rid of whatever was holding me back. I had first to become a
good human. No way to become god until you make human first, it goes in
stages.

But I would go to these god levels. The first one was a great big
space with a mockup of the planets, a clockwork arrangement, and I was the god
Thor with my hammer. But I couldn't keep this little solar system working.
The planets kept banging into each other and bouncing off in different
directions. The message I brought back was that I had no business being a
god. I was too fucking stupid. This was about the lowest form of god-work,
but no could do. So I got the lesson: be a human.


Then a week or three later, I popped into another of these god-worlds
where again I was inadequate. It was a beautiful little 300-foot globe that
had everything in it I could ever want, women, beach, sand, mirrors, and
guess what? I forgot water! That was about the driest I ever was in my
life.

So I was driven back to where I was, an inadequate human being, with
lots of work I could do, starting with myself. If I wanted to change the
world I had to change myself first -- all the spiritual standards came
through, like I was learning reading and arithmetic. I didn't know that
basic stuff yet.

On one of these god-trips with Diahi I discovered that there was a net
of consciousness around your head, like a big hair-wig or a bubble, and this
net is important, it's vital for certain things you have to do. And I'd
destroyed both hers and mine, through taking acid without a guru, by
plunging ahead on my own. I'd destroyed her net, which was vital for her
soul-growth, so I'd ruined her not only for this life but forever. Nothing
could be done about it, and I was lucky that I couldn't appreciate how
horrible I should feel about that because my net too was destroyed. I could
only perceive about 1% of the real horror. I saw her face warped and
ignorant with an IQ of an idiot. Finally I was going to be put in hell, and
had to agree to that, since I had been warned and gone ahead against
warnings. A demon appeared and grabbed me by the left hand and took me to a
big old-fashioned firebox, like you'd use under a boiler in a factory, and
it was full of burning wood. Before he threw me in he asked "Do you love
Jesus Christ?" I said "Yes!" and he threw me in the fire.

I popped through the fire into a great big old-fashioned very ornate
oriental-influenced Christian heaven. Father was on an immense throne,
obviously several hundred feet high, looking over his universe, and I was at
the very back and it was my job to stand there and admire. That went on
forever. Nothing to do but admire.

I had a Gurdjieff school on the big island. I woke up during that
thing for a few days, in the Gurdjieffian sense. On graduation night there
was a man named Jerry Sumner, a psychologist, beautiful guy, brilliant man.
He played the role of "somthing else" in this school. He'd been through
some such training.

Diahi drew a card which said "Fuck two students for Christ," which
turned out to be Jerry and me. And the great god Pan appeared to me, an
archetype, about eight feet tall, and smelling very pungent. He too looked
at me and said, "Do you love Christ?" I said "Yes," and then Diahi and I
fucked with Pan's blessing, Jerry too, and in the morning we knew she was
pregnant with twin female Christs.

After a few days she said, "Do I have to be?"
I said, "Of course not. If you don't want to be, you aren't."
"Oh, good. I don't want to be."

So that didn't happen. But during that same trip, towards morning I
saw Moses in a white robe, who turned into Elija and flew out the roof
access -- we had a deck up there -- and vanished into the sky, getting
smaller, while I ran up the ladder trying to catch him, saying, "Hey, wait!"



I came back down in drug shock right back in my total logical mind, and
I wanted everybody to write it down and witness to what I just saw, three
different accounts from three witnesses and so on. And Jerry said, "Mike,
would you realize and accept that I don't know what you saw, but I've seen
what you saw? . . .We don't need to write it down. You'll never forget it."

You can see how sanely he handled that. Because if he'd agreed to
write it down the next step would have been a logical argument about the
difference.

* * *

When I made the jump from that ring of experiences, I was still with
Diahi on the Big Island, and on one of those trips I ended up exceeding the
limits of soul adventures, or something like that, or I wasted myself. At
any rate, I did not pass soul course, and down I went in a funnel of dark
swirling liquid. At the bottom were rotary blades like a blender that would
grind up my soul, which was like an octopus with only five tentacles.

There was still time to have a conversation, and I had to give my
opinion of the justice of the situation. I wasn't being judged. I had to
judge. I decided it was fair. I didn't like it but no complaints, the
system was fair, I'd been warned or whatever. At least I didn't try to
blame it on anybody else, that's the big test. So I passed that one.

But I was still about to be ground up, and they asked me was there
anything else I wanted to say before I went? So I asked the only question
that could do it. I said, "Well, could they save any of my parts for
somebody else?" And that passed. End of that one. And I quit having those
jobs where I was the only god around and was always inadequate.

* * *

I started having dreams, in three of which Gurdjieff showed up. The
first time he gave me a pair of silver earrings. The left one fit perfectly
but the other one didn't. I interpreted it to mean that my heart was OK but
my organizational brain wasn't tuned in yet.

Again he appeared and this time he showed me a boxing ring. . . nice,
plain, square, level, vacant, ropes -- that was all that was there. Then
he went down with a conspiratorial wink, very sly, very Gurdjieffian,
Armenian rug dealer, and pulled up the skirt, as if he was pulling up the
skirt of the world, this is how the cunt works, this is creation, I'm
showing you THE secret.

And underneath the boxing ring were immense magnets, ray guns, springs,
pendulums, gyroscopes -- so that even though on top nothing could be seen, the
game was rigged. There were secret forces off-stage, and ways to cheat. So
I was never to think these boxers were independent and that I was seeing
the whole operation. Lots of stuff offstage.

He came to me a third time and again gave me the earrings. This time
they both fit. And when I put them on they turned to gold.

So that's the Gurdjieff I've seen.



* * *

About the fall of '69, Diahi and I had Kalo and were about to take a
trip around the world -- we hadn't started the water-bed business yet --
and we'd been instrumental in starting a commune, with a woman named Sharla
in charge of it. I wrote her a little ad and put it in the L.A. Free Press
that said we'd get acquainted or raise consciousness or talk about sex or
something. They had to mail in five bucks with their phone number and we'd
tell them where it was going to be, so there wouldn't be a million
gatecrashers.

Forty-two showed up, which was great. Two hundred bucks would pay the
rent on a twelve-bedroom house then. Sharla was upstairs getting
stollified. She was drinking orange juice and vodka half-and-half
reasonably rapidly, because she had chickenshit: her blood was starting to
shit and her heart was pumping it.

The people were beginning to get a little restless and Sharla wasn't
going to make it, so I went and got a robe that Diahi had got in Hong Kong,
made of Thai silk with iridescent colors, and when I raised my arms there
were wings that hung down. I got somebody to announce, "You're in luck!
Michael Valentine is here tonight."

I believe in starting off a crowd by making them do something, so they
start moving. You're there to move them and you cheat them unless you do.
So I say, "Stand up!" if they're sitting down, or "Sit down!" if they're
standing up, or move the chairs, or something so everybody get's the idea,
"OK, we're here for a show and it's going to happen. We're in it." You're
getting the audience into the act. That's what they want.

I had them ohming a bit and moving in a circle and alternating men and
women, loosened them up a bit. Then I said we were having a rebirth
ceremony and of course everybody knows when you're born you're naked. And I
took off my robe, which was all I had on. I had two or three shills who
started taking off their shoes and socks, and everybody went along with it.
There was a Swede carpenter about fifty-six and his daughter who was a
schoolteacher, and one of Sharla's buddies who was wearing lots of strappety
corset-type underwear, and there was a guy I threw out because he
couldn't help playing with his cock.

I got them rotating and dancing and chanting, "I am God, Thou art God,
We are God..." and after a while, suddenly we were. Which shows how a crowd
off the street has the power and the possibility. It just takes the right
leadership. They want to go there. That's why they came.

* * *

SAINT HICK: Chapter 2.

You're looking at the earth, your mother. And it's turning around, and
it turns faster and faster and stretches out and now it's a dancing woman,
about 900 feet high, and you're a little bitty fly-thing, one of billions
crawling around on her, and she looks around at all of them and chooses you.

She picks you up very tenderly on her palm and in her most seductive
voice she says, please, please, will you marry me?
____________________________________________________________________________

(Saint Hick talks about his deepest beliefs:)

I'm really convinced that there's an entire miraculous world of two
people -- let's say two or more people -- who are coming together for
Christ, with a deliberate and ritual intention of acting as if various myths
are coming through them, or they are the center point of a baton: One end
of the baton is the cornucopia and one end is hell. They're a bridge
between these various myths that come together as opposites or composites
and unite and transcend in their understanding, right in their very own
minds.

I believe we're ready for such play, to the idea of conjugate mind-sex.
And now even computers are info-fucking the world. How rich it gets!

Saisha and I, and Zabria too, used the Aquarian deck of cards. There
are some very powerful myth-pictures in that. Lust is shown by a golden
lion, with a naked woman lying on its back, face upwards, in a circus. You
can ride this lion of lust from stars to moons or whatever cards you choose.
We did that a lot.

When I think of the life I used to lead, and the life I live now, it's
just totally impossible for me to picture the expansion, the vastening of
the various theaters my mind lives in. And yet this is just the beginning.
The rate of change is accelerating, and that rate is also accelerating.

I believe that it's possible to wetware and hardware and cheatware and
software yourself so that whatever happens you keep coming more complexly
and enjoying it more. So that you yourself just become a process of
expanding enjoyment, outrageous, divine. And that's what we're up to.

* * *

Praise God for pills! These are something you buy mail-order, that are
advertised in some of the gaudier sex magazines. They're the chemical
equivalent of weight-loss pills, not recommended for people with diebetes
such as me. So naturally I thrive on them. I just cast the dice to take
two more and they said yes. Usually I take one.

When I was just starting off as acid guide, in the early days of the
Oracle, I'd taken ten trips, and then read all the books about it. I was
still caught in logic, a lot, but I knew I wanted to be an acid guide, and
had a talent for it, though I was afraid of it: What would I do about
suicides? Big deal in those days.



So finally I said, OK, I'll accept the first ten, but I won't count
them against my karma as if I had the power, because the minute I did,
maybe I did. It turned out there was only one suicide, that I know of, and
of course there was a murder went along with it.

My best man was Duke, Duquesne Dicky, first black cock I ever sucked.
He wanted me to take him on a trip with a girl he knew, a nurse. June and I
came up to his house and we all held hands and I wanted everybody's clothes
off, because that's the right way to do it. And we all did except the
nurse. Apparently she just wanted Duke. She didn't want an acid trip. She
was not interested in that kind of life at all, and she was beginning to be
afraid because her world was about to fall apart. When Duke finally got
nude I leaned over and sucked his cock for three significant seconds or
slurps or whatever, then turned to this woman -- it blew her away, me too,
but she didn't know where she was -- so I just took her hand and gave it to
Duke and said "Go!" And they did.

Everything was wonderful. In the morning Duke gave me "In Search of
the Miraculous." First thing I'd ever read about our wonderful beloved
double-G rascal guru. In fact you might call him triple-G. George
Gurdjieff Guru.

* * *

(Saint Hick has not hesitated to involve himself in questions of
violence and power:)

The last trip I took this good friend on, she invited me -- and I
needed to -- slap her, hard, for some shitty thing she did. That was the
only thing that would work, so I did it. And much to my delight, I didn't
like doing it.

But she did. That almost made me turn away, I cringed from it. That
proved to her, from conditioning that must have gone back more than one
lifetime, that that's the way men showed love for women. She wanted mastery
over her.

I've always suspected that such people are really responding to a deep
fear of exercising their own buried powers, their own unknowns. They're
afraid if they were put on the stage with a flag in their hand they'd let it
fall, or something. "The Craft of Power" says if you aren't ready for the
arena, better get out before your corpse clutters up the action for better
people than yourself.

* * *

(Saint Hick is renowned for his charitable and social work:)

There's a Leo lady whose name escapes me, for whom I rigged up a Buddha
swing as a bed for her to play with, and there we had strange sexual acid
encounters. Eventually I found what she really wanted. What she really
wanted was for the establishment to pay her some money so that she could
make terrariums. She was hooked, baby earth mother.


So I sent her down to a certain government office with a script, and
what they did was give her some money and some pills and put her in a cab
and sent her home and sent her checks every month from then on.

I ran into her a few years later, and at that time she had resigned her
pension, after going to school on her money, and was now working as a nurse.

* * *

(Saint Hick puts together an overseas mission:)

There was a wonderful woman, a red fox, who came from Minnesota or
some place. She was nineteen, was picked up hitchhiking by one of our
group, and was going to go to Maui with us until, on the night before we
were getting ready, we took an acid trip with Marcia, as she was then,
Zabria now. And Zabria had enough sense to say, let's ask the Ching, and it
turned out this other woman shouldn't go. She was supposed to go back to
Minnesota and finish school. And that's what she did.

We were working on the story-myth that we would go to Hawaii with a
group marriage in the waterbed business before a year and a day, and at this
point we already had the tickets. The dildoes and mirrors were already in
boxes on the water. We had a couple of cases of dildoes and lots of
mirrors. And a few waterbeds. Great big boxes.

Then thirty-six hours before we got in the air a Leo lady showed up,
and she came along as third wife. Before we left we had a crowning public
moment. We'd sent a waterbed to Dr. Hippocrates, who was a columnist in
those days, and his friend who made movies asked if they could come over and
see us. We said, sure, come on up. We'd a great place then, hot pool,
sauna, lots of mirrors, very theatrical, great selling machine. We got in a
big six-by-nine waterbed, Zabria and myself, both naked, and there was
another beautiful naked woman walking around getting coffee.

They asked us questions for a while, and all of a sudden I got this
flash of the scene from "St. Joan" where they bring her in before a fake
king and she calls, "Come on out, Charlie!" They didn't fool her. And I
was talking to the fake Dr. Hippocrates. So I asked if I could name the
waterbed after him and he looked to the other guy for a decision. So I
leaned back and laughed and said, "Come on out, Charlie!"

They were impressed. They wrote that up in "Rolling stone," three
pages, it's in the archives. They quoted me as saying I had three secretaries, one to take in the money, one to go exploring and one to suck my cock.

Then we went off to Maui with all our dildoes, waterbeds, etc., and we
lived in a cellar for the first couple of days until they said, Michael, go
do something better. I went out and promoted a five-bedroom house in a
high-class district on the far side of the island, and got waterbeds
distributed, got the circus going.

What happened in this circus is that Zabria and I had just learned the
basics of sex magic, and we were going to work this magic for what we
wanted. She was a very earthy Taurian and said, "Let's do this for seven
hundred dollars." I said, "Let's do it for seven hundred dollars and some
unexpected surprise."



We were going to sex-fast for three days and then tease each other for
three days and then come as much as we could in the three days that
followed. That worked great until the afternoon of the second day of the
tease cycle, when we cheated some way and declared the time was up, and went
to it.

When that was over we felt a string had snapped, and the doorbell rang,
and people started coming in with bounced checks and returning waterbeds and
wanting their money back. Then we went down to the post office and there
was the real bad news. Everything fell apart. So there we learned the
power of sex magic.

* * *

(Saint Hick does not shrink from admitting his errors:)

There were acid trips that I failed on. . .by my standards. There was
a tall, slim strip dancer named Criss Cross. Her husband, my buddy, had
just dropped dead of a heart attack. It turned out on the autopsy he'd been
living with five percent of his heart. This woman had, emotionally, let's
say, killed him. That's how she saw it.

So she took an acid trip with me after that. She was full of deep
guilt, had his picture up on the wall, candles burning. She was 120% into
atonement, and nothing would do but to become chief nurse on the emergency
heart ward where her husband died.

I thought I got her to forgive herself and go on into the bright
radiant future and so on, and we had a great night of sex. I was just smug
in the morning and talking as I was driving her home and suddenly she was
silently sobbing. I said, "Honey, what's wrong?" "I don't know. But it
sure is wrong!"

That crunched my heart in a cold fist. I saw later that I was in too
much of a hurry. I was in my chief feature, called Premature, God bless it.
Were I doing that today, I would take her down more into the grief, caverns
full of it. I wouldn't try to hurry her away from it. I'd just go into it
more and more, whatever the worst is. I'd say, let's go into the worst.
That's where you recover.

That's how it worked for me. The worst was I was a deep subterranean
evil monster and I did evil just for my own joy, including crushing my own
creations or worshippers. You know, with a god like me ]]> http://www.newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v28/__show_article/_a000028-000007.htm 2001-10-05T11:48:22Z 2003-06-29T10:08:16Z

St. Silicon has been ministering to “the data distressed, the unwired masses, the D-based and D-filed” since 1984. According to St. Silicon, he was working at his terminal one eve when lightening struck his satellite dish and rendered him unconscious. When he awoke, the Keyboard Prayer was on the ...

Has Your Data Been Saved?

St. Silicon has been ministering to “the data distressed, the unwired masses, the D-based and D-filed” since 1984. According to St. Silicon, he was working at his terminal one eve when lightening struck his satellite dish and rendered him unconscious. When he awoke, the Keyboard Prayer was on the screen and he was given the name St. Silicon. The Giver of Data (G.O.D.) instructed him to start the Church of Heuristic Information Process (CHIP), the first user-friendly religion. Here, reproduced are some of his inspirational words to help you through your learning curve.

“Dearly C-loved, we are assembled here together because PCing is believing. I’m here to console you; ASCII and ye shall receive. We say there is a life worth debugging. Data, data everywhere, be no a thought to think, that is the problem…. Friends, perhaps you know someone out there with a terminal illness, some poor hacker with bloodshot eyes in data distress who’s been attacked by the evil one, Glitch, and his wicked helper Missingstuffinfiles. Even if your data has been blown all to HAL, there’s not a thing we can do to bring it back. But we can solace you in your hour of need. And that is why the Giver of Data has downloaded to me, from the heavenly host mainframe, the Keyboard Prayer for the data distressed. Now let us make the sign of the monitor (a square traced in the air), bow our heads and pray responsively.”

“Forgive us our I/O errors as we forgive those whose logic circuits are faulty. Lead us not into frustration and deliver us from power surges. For thine is the algorhythm, the application and the solution, looping forever and ever. Return!”

St. Silicon quotes from the Binary Bible:
“In the beginning, the Giver of Data generated silicon and carbon, and the system was without architecture and uninitialized, and randomness was upon the matrix….” Sysgen 1:1

Let us turn to hymn #11011012

Amazing space
How sweet it is
To have a disk like thee
My files were lost
But now they’re found
There’s room on my P.C.

St. Silicon dabbles in all faiths. He performs circuit-cisions and bar-code mitzvahs. He quotes from the 10 Commands (“Thou shalt not pirate programs”). For Bootists, there are mantras (Ohms EPROM RAM ROM); for CMOS-lems, readings from the glorious Core-RAM; and for aging hippies, BEEP HERE NOW, by RAMDOS.

Announcements: For the Cathode-lics, CHIP is opening a new high school “Our Lady of Perpetual Upgrades”. Also, a new junior high school, PC Junior, the Immaculate Deception.

To new members of the congregation: Watch out for PCness envy – the fear that the other guy’s system packs more RAM than yours.

There’s no need to abandon hope. All ye who press Enter; in the end, everything will be right justified.

Its hackrilage not sacrilege, just pulling your joystick.

Zardoz]]> http://www.newciv.org/nl/newslog.php/_v28/__show_article/_a000028-000006.htm 2001-10-05T11:44:37Z 2001-10-05T11:44:37Z

Novalis Corporation Limache Project General Presentation San Francisco de Limache - Chile The creation of the Novalis Corporation seeks to provide a space for human initiatives in the fields of: art, agriculture, medicine, education, architecture and overall to stimulate social, cultural and...

Novalis Corporation
Project Proposal



Section One: Limache Project General Presentation
Architect: Jorge Gomez Ramos

Section Two: Novalis School
Director: Angelica Ramos

Section Three: Health Center
Director: Dr. Liliana Vallespir Machado

Section Four: Art Workshops

Section One:

Novalis Corporation
Limache Project General Presentation
San Francisco de Limache - Chile

The creation of the Novalis Corporation seeks to provide a space for human initiatives in the fields of: art, agriculture, medicine, education, architecture and overall to stimulate social, cultural and scientific awareness. All of this in the light of the teachings of Rudolf Steiner, Austrian Philosopher (1861-1925).

The project presented here for consideration includes the following:
-School
-Health Center
-Art Center

To better manage the development of these areas of the project, each has been studied separately in terms of the budget and timeline for achievement of goals.

This project has at its disposition a property of 60,000m2 located in the city of Limache. Limache is located in the V Region of Chile and has a population of 50,000. Surrounding Limache are a series of small towns such as Quillota, Villa Alemana and Olmué. Other more important cities located 30 minutes away by car are Valparaiso and Viña del Mar. The property has easy access being in the heart of the city of Limache. Santiago, the capital of Chile, is only 150 kilometers away. The entire population of the V Region of Chile is approximately 1,500,000.

Section Two:

Novalis School

The objective of the Novalis School is to create an educational facility to function as an integrated education based on Rudolf Steiner´s philosophy of Waldorf education. It is also important to create and support activities that will help the faculty of the school in its development of educators.

The school is already working, opening its doors in 1998 with only 3 students in kindergarten. Today, in 2001, the school has grown to 60 students, 30 in kindergarten. The other 30 are in first, third or sixth grades. The demand has come from the parents to seek a more wholesome education for their children. This school is the only one of its kind in the V Region. In order to target this high demand, since 1999 a group of people have been meeting each week (from Limache and surrounding towns) to study the foundations of a Waldorf schooling system.

The 60 children attending school today use a wing of one of the existing buildings on the site that has been remodeled. The intention is to grow and to accommodate for this increase, the reconstruction and remodeling of existing structures and the building of new ones is needed. There are several existing structures on the site that need to be repaired and remodeled to provide space for classrooms up to the 8th grade, with office space, administration, an auditorium and workshop areas.


Section Three:

Clinic and Health Center

The purpose of this Center is to give medical attention on an antroposophic style of delivery for the local community and any person in need. The objective of the Health Center is to provide care for convalescence, recovery from injury or caretaking of people in general. A first aid clinic has been established within the existing school site, with Dr. Liliana Vallespir Machado as physician. Dr. Machado functions as the director of the center.

The Health Center is located on the upper portion of the site, on a hill, surrounded by trees that are incorporated into the design of the structure in order to maximize the natural surroundings. The building consists of three floors. The first houses administration, therapy rooms and examination rooms, the second is open for activity and walking space and the third contains the client/patient rooms, totally approximately 1570 m2.


General Valuation
Estimated Costs (in US Dollars)

Item Unit Amount Unit Price Total
First Floor M2 715 540 386,100
Furnishings
Second Floor M2 180 600 108,000
Client Rooms M2 675 600 405,000
Furnishings Per room 1,000
Professional Fees G1 1 30,000 30,000

Total

Notes:
1. Cost of reconstruction of existing building is covered in “Recovery of Existing Buildings” (General Valuation) for a cost of $25,000 US.
2. Features not included are access to potable water, drains, electricity, coal, gas, phones, etc., valued at approximately $200,000 US.

Corporation Contribution

Section 1 Land M2 20,000 10 200,000
House on hill M2 50 140 7,000
Contribution 207,000
Total Project


Section Four:

Art Center

The purpose of this area is to create a space for the exploration of the arts through concentrated accelerated classes. The building structure for this area is positioned for optimum use of the site, against the outer wall and approximately centered between the school buildings and the beginning of the grade at the bottom of the hill.

The program features workshops concentrating on:

· Architecture
· Painting
· Sculpture
· Music

This includes living quarters for 20 students adjacent to the workshop building in a 240 m2 (restrooms included) structure. An area of 5,000 m2 is planned to be used for organic farming and is located between the workshops and the living space. The structure for the workshops is divided into three rooms, restrooms and a storage area. This section has a two year timeline from funding to completion.


Estimated Costs (in US Dollars)

Actual values do not include furniture and miscellaneous items.


Item Unit Amount Unit Price Total
Workshop Rooms M2 370 540 199,800
Living Quarters M2 240 540 129,600
Professional Fees G1 1 20,000 20,000

Total 349,600
Actual Property M2 5,000 20 100,000

Total 449,600


General Valuation Existing Site
Item Units Amount Unit Price Total Price Gen. Total
Site Sector 1 M2 20,000 10 200,000
Site Sector 2 M2 20,000 20 400,000
Site Sector 3 M2 20,000 60 1,200,000
Site Area Total 1,800,000

Existing Bldgs.:
Main Bldg. M2 600 200 120,000
Health Ctr. M2 70 160 11,200
S.E. Building M2 280 140 39,200
House on hill M2 50 140 7,000
Infrastructure G1 1 30,000 30,000
Total Existing 207,400
Novalis Total 2,007,000

Investment
Reconstruction of:
Main Building G1 1 50,000 50,000
Health Center G1 1 15,000 15,000
House on hill G1 1 25,000 25,000
S.E. Building G1 1 80,000 80,000
Exteriors G1 1 10,000 10,000
Professional Fees G1 1 7,500 7,500
Recovery Total 187,500

New Buildings
Kindergarten M2 180 540 97,200
School (1-8) M2 320 510 176,600
Workshops M2 370 540 199,800
Restrooms M2 240 540 129,600

Health Center
Rooms M2 675 600 405,000
1st Floor M2 715 540 386,100
2nd Floor M2 180 600 108,000
Professional Fees G1 2 70,000 140,000
Total New Bldgs. 1,642,300
Total Investment 1,829,800


General Valuazation (US Dollars)
Existing Site and Buildings 2,007,400
New and Recovered Buildings 1,829,800
Total Project 3,837,200
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Obviously, there is a need for an integrated approach toward the 21st century and beyond. As vast as these needs may seem, they revolve around basic human and environmental considerations. For nearly two decades now, there has been talk of the global community yet, to date there has been no sca...

The Vision

Imagine a fully integrated approach to inspiring and challenging our youth of today... aware of our problems and quickly focusing on creative solutions. The human race has entered a new era, a revolution in educational methodologies. The old formulas don't work anymore; students are dull and listless in the classrooms. Youth internalize their anger and act out in unprecedented violence toward self and others. We are unveiling the embryo of an integrated master plan that could solve our educational and behavioral difficulties... unifying youth, adults and building planetary respect as our global family expands.

Our youth of today look at the educational system that they are forced into and ask, "Why?" They look at the values of their parents and say, "That's not for me!" They laugh at the political machinery and see how the planet is being destroyed and say, "Nothing is working." They live with hopelessness in a love-starved world and feel, "What's the use?" So begins the life of abuse in all its ugly forms. They take it out on themselves without knowing what they are doing or why; causing social issues of near epidemic proportions in our burgeoning cities and an overload for our courts, educational and social service systems. Do we see a problem?

In our world today, children suffer. Worldwide the suffering continues and the complexity of the issues rise exponentially as the global village expands. Educational systems, family environments and welfare agencies, no longer nurture the creative spark in our children; the love and care every child deserves and needs. Children who overcame the myriad of abusive scenarios are teaching others, both young and old, of the necessity to love and be loved. The survivors are doing a fantastic job in nurturing those they can, sharing volumes of experience, harvesting their past and showing the rest of us the path to a new ordered world which shares accountability and responsibility.

According to progressive child behaviorists, the nature of children is cooperatively self-governing and when allowed to nurture their own creative natures, evolve with pride, self-confidence, honor and respect for each other and the world around them. Can you imagine, just for a moment, a place for children to build a future for themselves in an empowering environment? The desire to explore their connections to life, love and the world around them offers us a unique opportunity to take our planet and its peoples into a healthy millennium. Its time we became the global family we know is necessary to continue life on planet Earth.

We need a demonstrable model of harmony in purpose and meaning; a place where the learning and living environment are one; a self-sufficient state-of -the-art village that utilizes modern technology, yet honors the indigenous cultural traditions, providing a symbiotic and synergistic presence; a community designed to care for its children. Motivation for education would come naturally, facilitated through programs designed to bring out the natural abilities of our youth. Children are still vulnerable and open to explore life with intensity many adults desire. Why not empower our children to show us the future?

The Vision Realized

Genesis
Executive Summary

Obviously, there is a need for an integrated approach toward the 21st century and beyond. As vast as these needs may seem, they revolve around basic human and environmental considerations. For nearly two decades now, there has been talk of the global community yet, to date there has been no scale example, no working model of sustainable technologies that respect people and planet. Recognizing there are some efforts being made on the physical plane, we’ve globalized into cyberspace through the World Wide Web yet the physical example of infrastructure, physical plant facilities and working integrated programs has not been accomplished. It is time for us to create physical examples of what we hold so dear in our hearts: Unity – harmony of people and planet, demonstrated by the development of communities that put all our modern discoveries to work. These communities incorporate a full spectral approach toward integrating psycho-spiritual and scientific technologies. The pressing need to rally concerned persons is being felt throughout humankind, especially in the past few years. The numbers of people who share this feeling is growing exponentially as the cultural creatives forge into the future with open minds and hearts, desiring to do what is best for all.

The model to be discussed here, known as Genesis, is a self-sustaining community integrating ecological, organizational and technological concepts and designs that promote a naturally evolving interdependent environment. This is a place where harmony of purpose is the foundation and connecting fiber, a symbiotic expression of co-creators and their creation. The physical structure of seven concentric circles incorporates intervals based on the golden mean, a mathematical constant found throughout quantum sciences. The proposed location for the first facility is in the desert of the southwest US, in or near Phoenix, Arizona. The structures are partially subterranean and covered with earth so the exterior remains close to the natural environments, ideal for the desert. Even though it may be a stretch to perceive at present, the incorporation of extraterrestrial intelligence and technology will also be an important factor. It is obvious this technology is available, just not being used effectively for serving humanity’s current needs. We have a right to its use in service to all.

The purpose of the development of Genesis is to bring together pioneering personnel from proactive, progressive areas to co-create a fully functional model community, designed, planned and prepared to face the challenges of the 21st century with cooperation, skill and precision. These areas include: administration, agua/agriculture, alternative energy, architecture, broadcasting, communications, computer science, creative arts, cultural studies, ecosystems, engineering, information resources, holistic medicine, management, multi-media, parapsychology, civil planning, scientific technology, staffing, telecommunications and waste reduction. Designed to produce an excess of its requirements, it feeds back into the surrounding community, nurturing positive change for all. This will be necessary for us to prove we can collaborate for changing the course of the current atrocities facing our families and our planet. Not until we can demonstrate our collective efforts through being congruent with the true needs we face can we expect any outside help. It is evident to the entire world that we have visitors just waiting to assist. We have to make the first steps to become a unified world community, sharing resources responsibly, respecting all our relations, becoming a global family. Anything short of this will not achieve the end of the destruction of our planet or her people through the purposeful consumption of her resources and the destruction of her natural order.

Genesis Facility Description

The facility is based on an ever-evolving set of blueprints that integrate the latest concepts and designs for the most human supportive, technologically advanced and ecologically sound environment. This model, a self-supporting living and working environment, would be duplicable anywhere in the world by adapting to local terrain and climatic conditions. Architects and design technicians welcome a creative challenge in the development of plans for these community facilities. Genesis will also be able to give back to the community where it is located through the production of energy, reduction and processing of waste materials, and production and distribution of new products and technologies that emerge from the cooperative efforts of the participants and staff.

Human Resources Center
This area provides initial living quarters for support staff, site, program and administration management. Designs, similar to that of Palo Soleri, will be used to integrate architecture and ecology to provide an oxygen-rich environment, promoting maximum health. The MIS provides technical support for all departments and maintains consistent information flow as required by site-based or satellite programs. Environmental systems, physical plant infrastructure and communication equipment would be aesthetically located utilizing advanced technology for such systems.

Communications
Masters in communication methodologies and effective communicators can move people to action in creating the type of world the people truly want to experience. Results would provide effective leadership programs to enhance the global socio-political environment, establishing a new standard of excellence. This focus of unity invokes a respect for people and planet in a way that removes the barriers of fear and ignorance. Integrity of word and deed becomes a primary factor in developing the readiness to evolve into a new consciousness even in the most conservative environments. Communication is the way to resolving any problem we experience in life.

Staff/Participant Area
Probably part of the outermost structure, this contains staff and participant housing, cafeteria/restaurant, community garden, recreational areas, conference rooms, small lecture/concert hall, staff training areas and student housing. Discoveries in ergonomic environmental development will be incorporated in these areas. Healthy living and working spaces will provide an atmosphere conducive to excellence in every effort of unification toward goals and objectives.

Educational Center
This area is used to implement the developing pedagogy, the art and science of teaching, to determine true educational validity in today's environment. New educational programs, based on internal/external learning processes, will enable youth to maintain a balance of psycho-spiritual, scientific, and environmental harmony. This key area where multidimensional awareness and consciousness must be applied, integrates the inner and outer experiences of the participants, enabling valid shareable thoughts and experiences.

Alternative Energy R&D
Here the creation and exploration of alternative fuels and energy sources, which are environmentally supportive, takes place. Prototype processes and products are developed and made viable for the global marketplace. This area provides socio-economic links to the corporate world as we know it through the product or process licensing, manufacturing and distribution. Using existing systems is one of the precepts for initiating change within the existing planetary thoughtforms regarding commerce without creating economic fear emanations from the system itself, satisfying the needs for P&L statements, demonstrating a win/win relationship.

Holistic Medicine
Staff conducts research and development of complimentary health care methodologies, incorporating current psycho-spiritual, allopathic and naturopathic modalities into health and wellness programs. Results would provide information for more effective health care and integrate wellness management at a personal and planetary level. Here, the many practitioners and researchers who have perfected methodologies far beyond the current state of affairs in health care are able to work together bringing these new technologies to public awareness and offer training for those in the existing health care environment. Demonstrable results in the application of discoveries, devices, and techniques will be the irrefutable proof necessary to satisfy even the most critical minds.


Multicultural Studies
Cultural value systems, religious systems, social interaction modalities, legend and myth survival are the focus. It has often been said that by understanding our past we may create a better future and not repeat our mistakes. We have been building our civilization on a limited understanding of our past. Scholars in recent years have uncovered and revealed much information that had been suppressed. Intelligent human beings, with this new information, can discover a synergy that allows greater harmony in heretofore-conflicting areas. A better understanding and deepening of international relations is the result, thus enabling cooperative actions in global caretaking, sharing of technology and greater openness toward universe affairs.

Agua/Agri/Permaculture
Natural foods providing the highest nutritional values are researched and developed for their most cost effective environments. Quality is not sacrificed by quantity, which enables food sources for large population bases to be produced and grown locally. The technology developed here will help to serve the areas of the world where shortages have existed in the past. We all recognize that there is a bio-spiritual evolutionary leap in process around the globe. Our bodies will need the support of nutritionally integrated foods. Breakthroughs in understanding how our bodies work will give rise to the need for more viable and nutritionally sound foods to support them. Feeding the world’s population base will bring us to a higher level in Maslow’s hierarchy, enabling a Type One civilization.

Science and Technology
Research, development and proper use of new technologies and materials for future and immediate planetary needs facilitate Genesis’ vision of fulfillment for local and global technological requirements. This is a prerequisite in planetary ecosystem regeneration. Recent discoveries in physics of quantum mechanics point to yet a more complex web of connective tissue within our universe. Understanding the subtle movements and structure in Nature will lead us better live in harmony with our world.

Multi-Media Center
Processes developed for various presentation formats to enhance communication and learning provides 21st century media for a 21st century audience. Facilitating information dissemination, environmental ambiance, and total immersion experiences for an intellectually developing global village. Many of the facility’s programs will need special productions for a variety of purposes. Edutainment, educational and training presentations, using skillfully developed and produced pieces, will be used throughout Genesis’ activities and abroad in a multitude of applications.

Creative/Fine Arts Center
Instruction in and creation of various artforms, will lead to significant changes in critical mass consciousness. Stimulating expression and the creation of positive examples of harmony shifts mass consciousness through artistic representations of life. These discoveries will be used in ergonomic planning from individual living space to public parks and corporate buildings. Much has been learned from the connections between art, science and life. This area will further that understanding, bringing a new dimension to the study and use of art.

Theater/Concert Hall
Presentation of cultural programs, concerts, plays, and interactive experiences offer our youth socially acceptable avenues of creative expression. Public relations with the surrounding community are enhanced by the cultural exchange. This area will undoubtedly have the most profound direct affects on the participants, both audience and the creative unit involved in the productions. Natural production processes will be refined and scaled versions of major shows can be fine tuned for desired results.

Radio/TV Studio and Broadcast Center
This is the communication link to instructional, educational, entertainment and edutainment networks. Production of programming that supports movement of consciousness in the global change toward an integrated planetary society is the focus. Complete production facilities enable on-site, real-time delivery to distance learning environments, including classrooms, web-based or home instruction. Constructive uses for broadcast mediums are of prime concern, exemplifying the ‘positive programming’ desired by even the most liberal in our society now.



Conclusion
Through the synchronistic integration of state-of-the-art technologies woven skillfully together by leading edge pioneers in all essential fields, an ever-evolving mosaic will model a harmonious convergence on behalf of our future - our Earth and her children. The well-planned systems would provide an arena where youth from all backgrounds could be nurtured to achieve excellence in ways we only dreamed possible. These activities will provide the foundation for developing technologies and their timely application to insure conscientious use of planetary resources toward a better world. It is no longer a question of what type of world do we want to leave our children. It is a question of how we can work with them to co-create the future. The infrastructure of talent and skill participants bring to Genesis will truly be an example worthy of sharing with the world as this project develops. In fact, it is expressly designed for the purpose of sharing all proven discoveries with the world as quickly as possible. Everyone will win, as it attracts those who truly care about the future of our world and its people. The entire planet will benefit from the efforts of this wonderful team of dedicated people. Making it happen might just be up to you.




Zen Benefiel, MBA, C.Ht., Edutainer
... a concerned parent and interplanetary citizen



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Author’s note: This was originally written as a final project for my Bachelor of Science in Business Administration in 1987. Due to the lack of statistical documentation from a historical perspective, I received a D on the assignment… D for Determined. A patient man gains all.

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