Dolores Cannon
by nielskunze on September 21, 2011
The Convoluted Universe Book One
The Convoluted Universe Book Two
The Convoluted Universe Book Three
The Three Waves of Volunteers and The New Earth
Jesus and the Essenes
Between Death and Life
The Legend of Starcrash
Dexter’s Elixir Part 2 “Polyester Waters”
by nielskunze on September 20, 2011
Prologue:
They’ve touched your mind with sharpened anarchy
Where’ve you been my young white prodigy?
Two rivers flow down different mountain slopes
The needles break like frozen climbing ropes
Forever in time precludes continuity
Tumblin’ space our new reality…
The Water:
Somewhere down in polyester waters
I made love to Pharaoh’s sixteen daughters
Ah, lost in awe
Oh, lost in awe!
By the moon I heard the serpent call me
Like the nympho mermaids in the calm sea
Ah, lost in awe
Oh, lost in awe!
Churning rocks that sing in metered verses
The phallic demons utter broken curses
Ah, lost in awe
Oh, lost in awe!
Pleasure strikes its beat in violent voices
Orgy dreams still roll like mystic choices
Ah, lost in awe
Oh, lost in awe!
Epilogue:
There you are my bleeding catamite
Your sickness wanes by proof of your delight
These fragments are our own shattered luck
We’ve lived an hour of this unconscious fuck…
What a Ride!
by nielskunze on September 20, 2011
-by Adam L.
Well Niels, I have just completed your second book, and here are a few of my thoughts and the tip of the ice berg of my questions. First of all, I have to say the book “was an amazing, eye-opening, mind bending adventure!” When I began reading the book it had been a while since I had read the first one, so to start it took my foggy memory to kick in and find where I was in the world of Niels. After a short while the unforgettable characters that define your books came back to me and the pieces started falling into place. I found in this book there was a greater emphasis on the links between the different worlds within the book, you could feel the inevitable begin to happen, the worlds began to quickly fuse together and more and more their stories and characters interacted. Within the first part of the book I could certainly tell you were reaching the peak of your “communication” flow with the energies who were providing you with the outline of the stories, they were direct continuations from the first book and your creative energies went into overdrive and were chanelled through the dozens of qoutes layed out on pages 30-38, incredible stuff by the way and damn it takes a few reads to really get some of them. The night after I read them I think my unconscious mind’s interest was piqued and throughout the night I dreamed of qoutes and far out ideas, but as with most dreams I forgot them all haha.
After the beginning section the book had a great flow it was weaving back and forth from the usual stories but I could tell your messengers were slowly getting quieter, but the depth of the book and the effectiveness of it only got louder and more profound. It seemed that through this experience you were able to look deep inside yourself, deep inside the collective cosmos and begin to give your own more personalized views and thoughts, some of them were beyond my understanding at this point in my corporeal existence, but none the less it touched a deep, ancient part inside of me. The section that I enjoyed the most throughout the “meat” of the book was issue 23, where the characters of the new world are sharing stories, my favourite were, the collaborative mind (kym), tapestry of existence (Joseph) and compass for a pen (Harmony). They were great little tales which explained so much, thank you for those gems!
Just before and in the beggining of Part Next, there was a lot of I would call “static” it seemed that the signal of your energy channel was a bit fuzzy, slowly the static began to clear up and on the other side of it your stories began with a new found clarity. The story of the new earth and its “hero” Martin Dexter picked up with new enthusiasm and intrigue, Martin’s trip into the heart of the cosmos, through death and back and all the way to Mi-Fu, were out of this world and ended a fantastic read on a high-note!
A few questions: If we are the universe then what are we exploring, what is the sensory world made up of? have you met Martin Dexter? what is your relationship with MD? have you ever been to Mi-Fu?! Why the name Barfuss? Did Edwin really pass by MD? Will you still choose Edwin as the next editor?
Please write back Niels!
Adam
Longevity and the Evolutionary Self
by nielskunze on September 16, 2011
Preface:The term the “evolutionary self” is borrowed from a talk given by Craig Hamilton to which this author was privy.
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“How is it that you never seem to age?”
3 weeks after my 45th birthday
As I’ve been asked this question countless times by my peers, I feel compelled to answer in the best manner that I am able. I could write hefty tomes on nutrition, regular exercise, adequate sleep, meditation and yoga, but that’s all stuff you’ve heard before. Nothing new there. Is there something else, some secret substance or practice which sets me apart from the health-conscious masses? I believe there is.
As I recently listened to Craig Hamilton expounding on this aspect of human consciousness dubbed the evolutionary self– as it was named by the community of spiritual seekers to which Craig once belonged– I quickly realized that finally I had a convenient label to describe a singular quality of my own uniqueness. I am an evolutionary. I had always known it, but had never bothered to clearly define it. So here we go…
The evolutionary self is that part of consciousness which embraces change. It loves learning. It actively seeks out new experiences. It thrives in the unexpected and continually peers into the unknown. It is pioneering and exploratory. We all have access to it, but historically very few have chosen to cultivate it as the overriding aspect of personality consciousness.
And here it must be stressed that it is fundamentally paradigm shattering. The evolutionary self is not so much concerned with the accumulation of knowledge in an additive way or merely the learning of new skills. Rather, it is continually challenging one’s view of the world. The evolutionary self tests and refines our knowledge base unceasingly. It is never satisfied with conclusions. It provokes experience to challenge everything which we think we know; it discards and replaces outdated and useless programs. It keeps us updated.
By continually updating our software, the evolutionary self keeps us in a ready state of preparedness to confidently venture forth into an ever-expanding reality. And since our hardware (the body) responds to the self-reflective software that we’re continually running, the evolutionary self enjoys perpetual youth.
To shun change is to stop growth. Stagnation is death– quite literally, for as the blood ceases to flow, death ensues. What quickens the blood? Adventure. Expansion through inner growth. Perhaps the evolutionary self is the lifeblood of the soul?
Your awareness is your reality. My awareness is my reality. Each of us inhabits a singular reality according to our own unique awareness. The circumference of one’s awareness is defined by one’s particular beliefs. Whatever might lie outside our beliefs– beyond our awareness– simply does not exist.
Awareness seems to have a natural inclination toward expansion, growth. Awareness desires an ever-expanding reality. Belief sets the limits. Beliefs are illusory.
Many spiritual traditions teach that the everyday world is really an illusion, a drama, a play– calling it maya or samsara… yet, we believe it to be real. There is nothing wrong with believing; it is a state of transition for the fulfilment of learning. We believe until we know.
To believe is utterly essential for the successful navigation of our earthly realm. However, the accumulation of beliefs is perfectly deadly! Let me explain. How can believing be made into a thing? A noun? A belief does not exist anywhere except in the mind of the one believing. Beliefs cannot stand on their own. They have no intrinsic reality. In the act of believing we lend a potential reality to our beliefs– just until we know one way or the other. The illusory world of samsara is composed of the accumulation of our beliefs– abandoned potentials gathering psychological inertia. Believing remains active by the cavorting of the evolutionary self, while belief is passive and ultimately dead.
Got that? Believing… good. Belief… bad.
Evolution is an ongoing process. The universe is dynamic, forever changing. The evolutionary process has no endpoint; there are no finished products, no final conclusions. Awakening the evolutionary self is a personal alignment with this universal thrust.
Learning generates excitement when you pursue your deepest curiosities. What are you curious about? What doesn’t make sense to you? What has never made sense to you? Begin there. Seek out and expose the gaps and holes in your world view. Investigate– as a way of life. Believing must never be allowed to become static– beliefs gathering dust. Our world view is under continual review by the evolutionary self. And in assembling the endless puzzle of an expanding reality, the evolutionary self is also creative. We must choose to create an open-ended world view… always.
We’ve been taught to be comfortable with conclusions, and so they become the limitations by which we define ourselves. By making ourselves finite in such a manner we insist upon our own mortality. Death resides within our limitations. The evolutionary self draws us outward, beyond any such stagnant beliefs. And from within, awareness naturally expands–it is automatic– as our barriers are set in motion and remain in motion (believing without concluding); awareness will gently push upon our resistances and the world will grow larger… but more connected. Those connections will be our newfound knowledge.
“Yes, but Niels, I am wounded… and small.” I hear you, and honour your choice. But did you know that you need not be healed to awaken the evolutionary self? We’ve been indoctrinated into this belief (prison) that any true seeker must be psychologically fit, essentially sane… first there must be years of therapy, discipline, practice, yada, yada… But I can assure you that the evolutionary self doesn’t give a damn if you’re a raving lunatic. If your inquiries are honest and persistent, the evolutionary self’s companionship is regenerative and infinitely rewarding regardless of any festering wounds.
There are appropriate times to drag forward our old hurts. It is when we wish to re-examine them in the light of new knowledge gained. In so doing we seek the deeper lessons from our most painful experiences. To continually drag our past hurts along into every moment without seeking the balm of new knowledge with which to finally alleviate them is just plain stupid.
Everything happens for a reason. Everything happens for many reasons. Seek them out! So many lessons to learn! As soon as we adopt an attitude of continual learning, there is no longer any such thing as a mistake. (Mistakes and beliefs are siblings in a phantom world.) Mistakes are steps in the learning process… and the evolutionary journey is good!
Finite, limited worlds need to be defended. Expanding, integrative worlds conquer reality peaceably.
I used to think that I was about the only evolutionary in the whole world– a very limiting belief indeed! Now I know that there’s literally millions of us on the planet right now. Phew!
The evolutionary self seems to have an affinity for groups, seeking meaningful conversation and soulful discussion with spiritual comrades. And through creating community and developing culture a living foundation develops, enabling deeper forays into the ever-emerging reality.
(Evolution itself, favours groups. Evolution has no use for sole survivors.)
The creation of support groups can eliminate individual fears; the evolutionary self teaches that we can best face our individual fears together.
Fear (of the unknown) is the glue holding many beliefs in place. The glue is toxic; it ages us!
Breathe…
Grow…
Breathe…
I didn’t use the word “longevity” once. Sweet!
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Afterword: “Evolution this… evolution that… evolution blah, blah, blah… So you some kinda evolution freak? What about God?”
I believe in God, a god with a big shiny tool on his belt called Evolution!
Word
by nielskunze on September 14, 2011
I need to write an introduction to this brief poem so that it will appear as it was originally written. Otherwise, it merely appears as the condensed version without the option for viewing it under the “read more” option. Okay, so that ought to about do it… Now check out the poem, yo!
Always sitting on the fence,
words,
Penned in belief:
In the beginning was the Word–
Who is lost in the echoes?
Coyote’s Call
by nielskunze on September 10, 2011
I am Death... just an entrenched belief
Coyote’s Call (late eighties cassette)
Old man’s dead in a buried ghost town
Flies kick up when the dust settles down
Last six shooter riding away
God winks good-bye on his funeral day
Night crashes down on his weathered kin
Six dirty faces drawn hungry again
Like that day when they closed the tracks
No kinda magic gonna bring him back
Shiver me down in the coyote’s call
Break your spirit and he’ll break them all
Never you worry if tomorrow’ll come
But I don’t know if we’ll see that sun
Trying your eyes while the baby calls
Sleep lies heavy inside those walls
Wind whips curses through your mind
Dig in your heels though you know you’ll die
Empty fields are crowding your door
The tombstone earth that’s beneath your floor
A tired sky yellin’ she don’t care
Heart beats strong but your bones grow bare
Chorus
Grasp their looks when their eyes despair
No kinda hope; just decay in there
Not even dreams when the visions are gone
And you start to wonder if you’ve lived too long
Visions of smiles turn to circling crows
Six wax skeletons, their faces froze
You waste time each moment brings
Your fears unite; the coyote sings…
Chorus
Handful of Sand
by nielskunze on September 10, 2011
This is another one that needs a remix. We’ll get to it just as soon as we get our hands on the source tapes.
The loneliness of being just one
Always looking for the two
Infinity opens for the few
Who try to cast away themselves
And live in the stillness of their minds
And know that the endless shore’s just a handful of sand
That represents a world
As long as you try and touch it all
It slips through your fingers so fast… this handful of sand
The blood of the sun falls down
The wind licks the tears from the sea
Time knows nothing of the past
So we stand apart from it all
As children through the hourglass fall
Crying for a new handful of sand
That never can be found– and Gods never raise a tired eye–
They cast their doubts to the sky in a handful of sand
The beach stretches miles to the West
The East is a drawing in the sand
The artist turns his soul to the Land
And he finds that his canvas hasn’t dried
He pines for the memories left inside
And knows that the world is just a handful of sand
Like a treasure growing old, he prays for the dust to turn to gold
But Silence stops the scream with a handful of sand!
Transcendental Juke Monkey
by nielskunze on September 10, 2011
Planets come in line
Like black dress shoes
Steppin’ on your throat but feelin’ alright
Sink down low to where your brain begins to play
Colours come alive
They’re living for the one
People seem to fade away to the melody
People seem to fade away into the melody…
Now we’re down inside to where the air we breathe is ripe with sadness
Fly into the light– it’s madness– that is where we go!
That is where we go!
Take a look around with eyes that never can be found to fail you
Deep inside your mind– what say you?– would you like to go?
Where would you like to go?
The beginning of time?
Or the end of the world?
Every sight unseen in your own eternity
Christ on the cross or inside a killer’s mind
The savage comes alive
He’s livin’ for the one
People seem to fade away to the melody
People seem to fade away into the melody…
Ed: A Self-Portrait
God is in your hand and love is in your mouth
God is in your hand…
I am in your mind…