Song: Sky Is Folding; A Mountain of One

I just came back from a trip to some cities in the south and midwest, and although I am tired, I couldn’t sleep.  So here I am.

Since Friday, I have spent a condensed amount of time around a huge cross section of people.  I spent 2 days in 4 airports.  I got a concentrated jolt of the modern American… and let me tell you, I have a lot to report.  But in due time.  This will be a blitz-week for you.  I gonna hit you with a marathon of articles (Celebrity Idolatry, Grotesque Belligerence and Dancing Monkeys).  Besides gushing with things to write about and open your eyes with, I am proud to say that The Ultimate Spaceship is now a party of 3.

I have already introduced you to S5.  S5 writes about things that I don’t see.  Another illuminator among the rapidly growing sleepers who populate the majority of the world.  But tonight I would like to introduce Jivana.  Jivana will bring a new perspective to the Spaceship as well.  Only together can we all wake up to the reality of the game we are playing.  Those who see through it already are only spectators until everyone else wakes up as well.

I conversed with over a dozen people this weekend.  Each one from a different part of the country.  Some from different parts of the world.  Every person was modern, and what appeared to be a fully functioning member of society.  But as you dig deeper, you are struck with a hollow shell.  Where I expected to find an advanced member of a modern society that supposedly educates it’s young, I found shallow one dimensional media drones.  People who can only converse about characters on television, or sports teams… well all but two people.  But I’ll talk about them later this week.

So the sad part is that philosophy, is not a part of our human culture anymore.  It’s been replaced with a new belligerent “me” centric jungle that we call a society.  Philo-sophia, translated into it’s Greek roots, philosophy directly means “the love of wisdom”.  It can also be understood as “the love of truth” if you translate it’s synonym philathelia.

I found much irony that one of the people who had a glazed look on his face after 3 sentences of conversation was actually Greek.  The young man had only resided in the United States for 3 years and was still very Greek.  Ironically, after just a little discussion about how his ancestors created this structured analysis and study that pursued the answers to existence, I saw our Greek friend fade, and lose interest.

I’m not sure why I see it all this way? But I’m glad I’m not alone. I met 2 incredibly aware people on my journeys, and we kept getting back to education.  How education has failed us and our species.  I was fortunate.  I had teachers who cared.  People like Dr. Daruty who saw future thinkers and fostered their growth, rather than come to work the average apathetic teacher, only trying to get students to pass the next exam and move up the career ladder.

So if you’re out there, and think like the rest of us… you can participate in the awakening.  Consider this your home.  Contact me and I will post your thoughts.

Welcome aboard The Ultimate Spaceship Jivana:

“You need to write” Old Law told me, so I can remember he said .   What it is that he wants me to discover through this process, I am not exactly sure of yet.  Most certainly it is something or he would not have put me up to it.

I can “remember” things.  I see people, and scenes, at times vividly yet it seems like a dream.  The only thing I feel conscious of is now.  Even words feel strange.  I must know them or I could not use them but somehow they seem contrived or foreign and I am surprised (with some amount of delight I might add) that they come out at all.

I am unsure of even what to write.  So I will just explain what just happened to me:

I had a moment where I was reflecting and I became aware, I suppose, of the creation of time.  That’s the best way I can describe it … the realization of time … I had to slow down “now” to create what I was seeing -that place of consciousness was split and separate from the space I came back to once finished with my thought. I had to create time to see those thoughts. Those “memories”, I am told are real.  I know somehow that they “did”  happen and yet I cannot get over the fact that I had to imagine them right now -that was not real, it was not now.  For all I know, they are as real as the future.  I am unsure of the implications of this self-discovery but it seems worthy of investigation.

Jivana

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