"Notes on Notes: The Making Of 'Flame Bleeding Stallions'"
At 12 min mark,
cue 4 mute symbol hits to introduce the anger of the word "NEVER" as it pulls us inwards from ambience.
13.40:
Sample drum hits, loop, and pitch shift in tempo with square wave modulation of synth
Sample 6 drum loops for 1500 - 1788
Re record synth parts to those sections
Sample intro into 1730, no loop through transition
1825 through to 1910 loop with rim taps out
lone solitary monks once distilled the first whiskeys and liquors...
they drank for personal spiritual insight, not for social occasion.
Non recreational drinking?
I felt an internal aspect of myself recede backwards during a long, calm, focused exhalation, in which I was able to hear my internal voice most clearly; to hear, in my own voice, "Auummmmmmmmm...." as it extends me out, from where I truely speak. I felt the exit through my front body, it followed the powerful exhale. I felt much calmer afterwards, as if something of great tension had lifted itself from my body.
As if every breath is heaving buckets of heavy heat from down below, in a well whose bucket's rope dangles from the top of that highest, most fullfilling breath you can muster. Posing for descent, the spine straightens. And, with the inlet your head falls, loose, back to its place between the shoulders. This first pose is preparation for awakedness...of the surging crack of morning's stretch down your slumped spine.
My chest, beating with energy, feels heavier than any other part of my body. Each breath causes rib cage trembling, as if about to burst.
Such sensitive devices, those of randomidity. The static they monitor is not random at all, but subject to a powerful range of sensation whose focus ripples across the the electro-magnetic surface of the room, influencing all nearby devices bouyant to rock about in the wake of that moment's splash, grave or otherwise heavy. Influence outward from that moment, in so many crests and troughs, frequenting over time as radiated from that splash point and beneath, where breath eventually releases.
I've done so much writing in the field of Psychology, that I have come to have defined words which describe things pre-existing, in cognitive journals and advanced texts. Is it too much to ask that my explaination of these words, whatever they may be between the paper they were defined on, be acknowledged as such? For, dare I say, their perspectives may, from time to time, garnish more insight into a manner of observed behavior, the angle of view from which I see may show a previously unseen side of the concept, so let those perspectives be Academically acknowledged.
A LOT OF PEOPLE SPEAK with (THROUGH) THEIR HANDS....
but not for themselves.
And I would assure the patient that he was merely speaking with his hands...and that his feeling of dissassociation from the moving hand, of being "a puppet" for a moment, is merely further proof of the incredible capacities of the human mind. And other cliched "The Most Amazing Machine" Discovery Channel Original Presentation special sounds, recited to convince this poor fool that his mind has areas devoted to dissassociating bodily control away from the body's user. This is hilarious cliche, when considered, but comforts him as he had nothing to consider.
Accordinig to modern spiritual literature concerning the Samadhi state of deep meditation, those who leave Earth and their physical life by way of this most powerful and "deepest" of meditative states enter the afterlife with a knowledge of inner-self which affords them great insight, awareness, and control during that period. It is common knowledge that LSD has, in several documented studies, induced the meditative state referred to as Samahdi in sects of Vendant Hinduism and Buddhism. It should then be a safe assumption that, when administered to Cancer Patients in their final days, the documented changes in awareness described by the Samhadi state may serve to provide some guidance through that "transitional period."
To Dr. Mour:
"There was a time, once in a two week span, where I completely lost it. I dont know what I would have done without having something to calm me down! It was Ativan, from months before.....I'm so thankful its there when I need it!"
Perhaps I am set for transcendence, in just this simple life situation which as been afforded me, by watchful luck. Beyond us, blindness does not exist. It is merely an earthly punishment existing only in mere physicality.
Mere mere merely!
Noth-noth-nothing but a turn-over system.
A cycle whose exit involves nothing.
And the wisdom of the luck which to us is blind.
For I have not so closely adhered to the report requirements of properly documented induction, I feel confident that, with concentration, I can recall the times and dosages, in relation to those portions of writing or music.
Here, reclining in the highly-attentive state of the schizophrenic, mid psychosis, I can listen and perform with great response in sensation. The body's fluttering beneath organs which senses greater thought, inletted through a new inner-perspective, opened.
Brave, for sure, to abandon the building of a skyscraping thought tower, with the with hopes of being able to recall its every floor, back. This is semantics.
and its metaphor replaced its memory
cue 4 mute symbol hits to introduce the anger of the word "NEVER" as it pulls us inwards from ambience.
13.40:
Sample drum hits, loop, and pitch shift in tempo with square wave modulation of synth
Sample 6 drum loops for 1500 - 1788
Re record synth parts to those sections
Sample intro into 1730, no loop through transition
1825 through to 1910 loop with rim taps out
lone solitary monks once distilled the first whiskeys and liquors...
they drank for personal spiritual insight, not for social occasion.
Non recreational drinking?
I felt an internal aspect of myself recede backwards during a long, calm, focused exhalation, in which I was able to hear my internal voice most clearly; to hear, in my own voice, "Auummmmmmmmm...." as it extends me out, from where I truely speak. I felt the exit through my front body, it followed the powerful exhale. I felt much calmer afterwards, as if something of great tension had lifted itself from my body.
As if every breath is heaving buckets of heavy heat from down below, in a well whose bucket's rope dangles from the top of that highest, most fullfilling breath you can muster. Posing for descent, the spine straightens. And, with the inlet your head falls, loose, back to its place between the shoulders. This first pose is preparation for awakedness...of the surging crack of morning's stretch down your slumped spine.
My chest, beating with energy, feels heavier than any other part of my body. Each breath causes rib cage trembling, as if about to burst.
Such sensitive devices, those of randomidity. The static they monitor is not random at all, but subject to a powerful range of sensation whose focus ripples across the the electro-magnetic surface of the room, influencing all nearby devices bouyant to rock about in the wake of that moment's splash, grave or otherwise heavy. Influence outward from that moment, in so many crests and troughs, frequenting over time as radiated from that splash point and beneath, where breath eventually releases.
I've done so much writing in the field of Psychology, that I have come to have defined words which describe things pre-existing, in cognitive journals and advanced texts. Is it too much to ask that my explaination of these words, whatever they may be between the paper they were defined on, be acknowledged as such? For, dare I say, their perspectives may, from time to time, garnish more insight into a manner of observed behavior, the angle of view from which I see may show a previously unseen side of the concept, so let those perspectives be Academically acknowledged.
A LOT OF PEOPLE SPEAK with (THROUGH) THEIR HANDS....
but not for themselves.
And I would assure the patient that he was merely speaking with his hands...and that his feeling of dissassociation from the moving hand, of being "a puppet" for a moment, is merely further proof of the incredible capacities of the human mind. And other cliched "The Most Amazing Machine" Discovery Channel Original Presentation special sounds, recited to convince this poor fool that his mind has areas devoted to dissassociating bodily control away from the body's user. This is hilarious cliche, when considered, but comforts him as he had nothing to consider.
Accordinig to modern spiritual literature concerning the Samadhi state of deep meditation, those who leave Earth and their physical life by way of this most powerful and "deepest" of meditative states enter the afterlife with a knowledge of inner-self which affords them great insight, awareness, and control during that period. It is common knowledge that LSD has, in several documented studies, induced the meditative state referred to as Samahdi in sects of Vendant Hinduism and Buddhism. It should then be a safe assumption that, when administered to Cancer Patients in their final days, the documented changes in awareness described by the Samhadi state may serve to provide some guidance through that "transitional period."
To Dr. Mour:
"There was a time, once in a two week span, where I completely lost it. I dont know what I would have done without having something to calm me down! It was Ativan, from months before.....I'm so thankful its there when I need it!"
Perhaps I am set for transcendence, in just this simple life situation which as been afforded me, by watchful luck. Beyond us, blindness does not exist. It is merely an earthly punishment existing only in mere physicality.
Mere mere merely!
Noth-noth-nothing but a turn-over system.
A cycle whose exit involves nothing.
And the wisdom of the luck which to us is blind.
For I have not so closely adhered to the report requirements of properly documented induction, I feel confident that, with concentration, I can recall the times and dosages, in relation to those portions of writing or music.
Here, reclining in the highly-attentive state of the schizophrenic, mid psychosis, I can listen and perform with great response in sensation. The body's fluttering beneath organs which senses greater thought, inletted through a new inner-perspective, opened.
Brave, for sure, to abandon the building of a skyscraping thought tower, with the with hopes of being able to recall its every floor, back. This is semantics.
and its metaphor replaced its memory