Did Society Fail The “Indigo Kids?”

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I may be completely off-base and wrongheaded about this theory—so let’s just call it “wildly speculative.”

I was listening to the late Delores Cannon speak about different waves of “helping souls” that have chosen to incarnate upon this planet in order to assist humanity. And the Third Wave—which, coincidentally, is also the name of an uncanny futurist book by Alvin Toffler—are these type of ultra-smart, ultra-enlightened “miracle kids.” You know: basically, what has also be referred-to in general New Age circles as “indigo children.”

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Soul Detours

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This is the first of what might be more sort of autobiographical stuff. I do want to get all this stuff down, somewhere. We’ll see how it goes. Well, here it is:

Do you know that old joke where somebody is asked if their parents dropped them on their head when they were a baby? In 1974, that actually happened to me. My father accidentally dropped me on the floor. He had even momentarily thought I had died. That’s how the story goes, at any rate. I don’t really remember what happened, of course; I mean, obviously.

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Is Modern City Living Sustainable?

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This isn’t a touchy-feely sort of question where we all decide to grow our own tomatoes and “save the planet.” Rather, this is a raw, from-the-gut question that I have been wondering for at least 20 years. And I don’t mean simply environmental sustainability, either. I mean sustainable health-wise, psychologically, in the face of a possible disaster/attack, etc.

I have commuted to New York City to work on-and-off for said 20 years using mostly the subway. Let me tell you what it is like to go into Manhattan on the subway day after day, and what you find when you get there.

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Confessions Of A Tired Dreamer

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This story is not so much about the fantastic properties of an unidentified flying, multicolored, ameoba like thing; it’s about one human being’s reaction to it.
—Barry Windsor-Smith, “Time Rise”

I. INTRODUCTION

I have recorded my dreams for the past 25 years. I have not recorded every day, but a good chunk of them—1000s of dreams, which I am currently in the process of cataloging into separate books.

For the majority of human history, dreams have been an important part of cultural, spiritual, and even political life. We have records of dreams from 3000-4000 years ago, inscribed on clay tablets. Egyptian, Greek, and Roman societies placed a lot of significance on dreams—believing they were pathways to divine communication, healing experiences, and augurs of future events.

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Is Or Is Not Jim Carrey Playing Terence McKenna In Biopic?

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a recent photo of Jim Carrey

See, here was a story that at first seemed so easy to blog about, a real “slam dunk”: Jim Carrey (whom I’ve written a lot about on this site) was allegedly starring in a new biopic about ethnobotanist and philosopher Terence McKenna called True Hallucinations. The McKenna fan site McKennite published a story on it April 6th called, intriguingly, “Jim Carrey Preparing For Psychedelic Role By Staying In Nature And Taking Magic Mushrooms.”

But now the site Gossip Cop claims that Carrey’s rep exclusively talked to them and has denied the actor’s involvement in any such film. Further, the rep denies that Carrey made any of the statements quoted in the McKennite article.

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Old Man Saturn

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On a subway ride two weeks ago I witnessed a bizarre sight. It really stuck with me, and I think I’m starting to understand why.

It was a typically crowded-beyond-capacity train car, but miraculously I managed to find a seat. Next to me was a well-dressed man perhaps in his 60s; I immediately pegged him to be a business owner of some type. He was impatient at the train’s speed, and kept sighing audibly and looking at his watch. I could sympathize, as I inexplicably needed to pee really bad.

Then he removed the watch—this very impressive silver thing—and began shaking it. Shaking it at arm’s length, in these wide sweeps. Shaking it like a shaman would do, as if some sort of benediction or curse. Plus: he started to utter these long, guttural moans.

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