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Parable of The Atlantic Planet: The view from GR 777-2TV
it's early Spring in Victoria station and you know this is Bombay.
It's India's New York and LA all rolled up into one and the
people here carry guns; and Ily and I have only nine hundred
Rupees left. That's less than twenty bucks, so the crunch has
finally come, but will a miracle happen in Mumbai's dirty streets?
you're just this big whore, you know. And you're just too damn
fast, and you're fucking demands are just insane, Bombay, I
mean really. How can I sing a holy litany now in your silly
mood? You're filled to the brim with these Tamil migrants, and
you're so noisy and also so damn expensive. You know, Bombay.
I'm looking for any kind of insurance in this time of speedy
Bombay are you really part of the East or are you just now stuck
in the West, come on just what really makes you tick; you're
movies are sheer rubbish, so why do you take them so seriously,
Bombay, I mean why are you always so filthy and poor; and also
so goddamn fucking rich, OK Bombay, you're giving me this crazy
headache. So why do you really envy the USA, and, you know Bombay,
you've got these really clammy hands, and I don't think I like
you that much; and you see, your coconuts cost ten Rupees here
and the prices are fixed.
why are your trains so scary? You know, people just hang out of
them like silly monkeys, and do they know where they're really
going Bombay? I once thought I did, but I really don't know now.
You see, my words are turning into sour notes and these sour notes
then become these strange symbols, and then the symbols seem to
just get stuck in these really tight patterns. I mean, the speed
and the amount of this change seems to have this weird kind of
rhythm now, Bombay. You know, I'm just creating this new kind
of hybrid literature that just fuses the inner and the outer.
It's for these post-Beats and those post-Yuppies who are now just
seeking a kind of global mindfulness.
know, Bombay, the First Wave was like a slow adagio; and the Second
Wave was like this jaunty allegro, but this Third Wave man, it's
now just this insane presto. And you know the J-curves seem to
be flattening out faster now and these stupid psychic booms and
busts are really just too much. So is the fragile outer rim about
to crash; I mean where is this mandala heading? Just where is
this new Atlantis, Ilythia, do you know, I can see all the digital
stuff; and these shifty networks may have been just psychic once.
And I'm just using this literary kaleidiscope in order to see
all the psychic flying accidents. So are we really going back
to all this shit, Bombay, I mean, I just wanna level with you.
Is that ok? I'm already near psychopathic, and I've been digging
away at the Earth's new mind skin, and I'm seeing this very scary
future in our past, you know, all these cars, they're just obsolete,
Bombay, maybe you're just going the wrong way, I mean why all
this crazy hurry and you know, Ilythia's mother finally came through.
We're not gonna starve! So America, fuck you.
Universe is just sonic vibrations, and Ilythia tells me that Western
music is carved up into only two pieces, you see, these flat and
sharp vibrations add up to just fourteen notes. And those subtler
Indians then carved up the sonic space into three pieces. So now
you can get even twenty-three notes. And you know it's just a
subtler musical subdivision, and that's why Ilythia feels the
Indians pay more attention to the inner ear.
see, so when it comes to this mind science, all the mind space
can be then further subdivided into at least seven more vibrational
pieces, and that's when deeper meditation then comes into play.
You see, the human ear is being used more fully now and Houston,
we're now landing on Elephanta island, and these dakinis are
so cute; and you see, some advanced mind science was practiced
in this hairy place; and the lethal and subtle mind energies
were invoked here in the most powerful of ways. Specks of star
dust could have been brought to earth by unknown accidents.
you know, these higher forces are always watching this mind science
game. They know that these energies can be stored, and released,
and also controlled and all within the gross human body; and this
nuclear strength demands a discipline of such monstrous proportions.
And any rare initiation into the subtle realms is not really a
philosophy and it's not just this exercise in intellectual juggling.
No, it's a powerful inner experience-- and this science can transform
the psychic skin of many a hidden world; and you know this isn't
really a science of matter and the Greeks stumbled here and lost
sight of this huge inner universe; and the West continues to make
the same stupid mistake. Instead, those gods of matter got invoked
even as the physical planet is getting more and more united, creating
in the process a psychic dissonance that's now reaching an all-time
high, and western science is beginning to see that matter is this
psychic kind of thing--just as the digital revolution is creating
this strained and global life somewhere in this lonely corner
of the galaxy.
West's long detour into this matter has given us the "free"
world. And yet it's the mind science from the East that's now
ushering in the next chapter. You don't believe me? It's this
ancient science of subtle vibration and it will have a new form
in the so called "post-modern world" and this mind
science is much older than any recorded history, and it will
eventually teleport us to those distant stars possibly right
here through this mind-station called Elephanta Island. Roger,
do you read me now Houston?
you're just this camera-bug's dream; I mean with all your noisy
trains and all these people, it's just one big symphony, and
I just love munching on your veggie sandwiches, I always wash
them down daily with watermelon and sweet sugar cane juice.
And, you know, your peanut sellers are always nagging me for
just a little more business, and you're such a witch with your
black magic, it's like a million megaton bomb; and everyone's
so jealous that I know you now, Bombay. Yeah, they're pretty
pissed; and I just can't seem to please anyone, nowadays.
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