Detail of "Steps"

Ancient Stuff-brave new world

Why is it even important to study all this ancient stuff? Who cares whether these monuments were made 3000 years ago or 30 000 years ago. Does it have any impact on anything we are doing now? In a Brave New World all ancient history is repressed in order to make the society more pure. Why am I obsessed with this poppycock? And moreover, why am I constantly compelled to ejaculate my thoughts and the record of my experiences all over this virtual medium? In a Brave New World the society has been specifically engineered to produce a perfectly content consumerist population in order to generate perpetual stability. In a world of stability there is no room nor need for heroes. Is there an alternative? Rumour has it that there is another goal for life other than stability or contentment. Rather the evolution of the soul through gradual refinement of consiousness. Maybe this is where the study of ancient civilization gains importance. Maybe we should figure out if there is an alternative to the way our current civilization is headed based on an accurate knowledge of what our predecessors were doing. Allow me to get back to the narrative;

We left Isla del Sol and the ruins there to return to Puno across the border in Peru. There are several ancient sacred sights Id heard about in this region that we decided to check out. Just off the highway is this thing called the Muru Doorway. Id seen pictures and read on numourous obscure websites about strange goings on at this sight. Space aliens, intergalactic doorway, etc. So we decided to spend the night. Basically its this really odd carving in the rock amongst this odd rocky formation that boarders the lake. The overall formation was strange enough that you can tell peoples living here would automatically consider it as sacred. The carving though is very very weird. I dont really know why anyone would go to the trouble of carving something out of the rock like this and I pondered it a long time. This local kid came out from behind a rock selling unusual pebbles. His name was hilariously Socrates. He told me that the portal opens in the night but I didnt buy his bobbles. My companion and I set up our tent within view of the gateway. The night was clear and I made a long observation of the stars. When It got really dark I heard some noises in the hills and thought that there were bandits. For an eternity I listented, thinking I would need to pull out some korean moves in defence of my guitar and my sleeping companion. Eventually, resigned to my fate I curled up in a ball in the tent. Next morning I felt like a baby. Next time, you guys will come with me and maybe we ll have the courage to pass through that goshdarnd portal. I feel like the cowardly lion. Anyways, next day all the locals were asking me if I went through the portal and I had to admit that I was too woosy. I have a feeling that the portal is the real deal. Also I was high on San Pedro cactus powder that I bought from the witches in La PAz. It makes all your senses really strong and everything is really intense. Dont judge me for manipulating and experimenting with my state of consiousness unless you want to also judge all of the ancient preists and kings and seekers of this area too. (San Pedro is so great. I wish I could bring a bag of the powder back to canada. It just charges your whole body and mind up and you can feel it in your jaw. Also your voice feels like its coming from a different place and gets deeper)

So next day we took a long day trip to the ruins of Tihuanaco. Here is another site where there's all these crazy stories and no one knows what the truth is. Apparently this place is the oldest known ruin in the world. It was a ruin even when the Incas were here. And yet, it seems the most modern. Incredibly straight and smooth MASSIVE stones fit perfectly and carved with exact angles. Made me think of the Winnipeg Art gallery. Modern Style. They say that the stones came from a quarry across the lake which boggles the mind. How did these people do this crazy shit? Who in god's name where they? Apparently, the stones were also carved perfectly into pipes in order to having running water in the place. The museum says that these people were contemporary with the Greeks but sources on the internet put it back way farther. I guess the idea is that this place held really old civilization because its so high and was sort of an island during the great flood. Everyone here is talking about the great flood and this whole area as being the last refuge for whowever was living back then. Noah? Everyone is talking about this dude Viracocha who was a white guys with a beard. He survived the flood and replanted society. Then he hopped back on his boat in the pacific ocean and said he'd be back later. Standard history doesnt even acknowledge a great flood as far as I know. The other really weird thing is in the ajacent museum they had like 20 cone headed skulls. Even little tiny child cone headed skulls. The standard veiw about that is that these people used splints to form the skulls at a houng age. Nobody knows why. To my mind, wouldnt these oddly shaped skulls have an effect on the size, shape and function of the brain? Also very strange is that these types of skulls have been found on the oposite side of the planet in ancient europe dating from roughly the same time period.

All in all, I don't know what the heck is going on on this planet and I dont think anyone else knows for sure either.

barbie! she's just like us!

Fibinacci

still trying to break down my drawing barrier

Orsismo

Just back from the Island of the Sun on lake Titicaca. Wow, they say the sun was born there and I don't doubt it. Although everyday at night it rains and storms like a hurricane and the temperature drops, during the day the sun is so hot Ive roasted a whole layer of my skin like a lizard. Its because we re so close to the sun I think. The island has the perfect climate for agriculture and its been completely transformed for thousands of years by different cultures to have graded steps for growing. We walked over the whole thing. It sure is nice seeing donkeys and pigs and sheeps and shepherds and lamas. It definately feels like stepping back in time. All the people are still dressed like witches but some of them have cell phones. There's ancient crumbled temples all over the place. On one side there's a hippy beach where all these long hairs are living with their dreadlocks and cooking fires. This lake is like a giant puddle sitting way up in the mountains. Apparently its left over from the great flood and thats why there's traces of the great antidiluvian civilizations here. I asked a little girl about it and she said that its good to leave coca leaves as offerings to the gods. I asked her if it was for jesus or for the panchamama (mother nature) and she said it was all the same. For heaven's sake, the suppression of the coca plant by our nations is a crime. As shown by its widespread worship and reverance here its obviosly a gift from the gods albeit the devil may be the one who taught how to synthesize into cocaine. Now we ve left Bolivia and are on the peruvian side of the lake again. We re headed to a place called the Muru Doorway that apparently is a stargate into another dimension. Legend has it that this dude named Amaru, a high Incan preist was fleeing the Conquistadors with this magical sacred object called the Sun Disc. And apparently he fled through this door. Apprently the locals stay clear of it. People have been known to disapear into it for days. We re going to camp outside of it. I just read Brave New World. Found an artist´s dossier by this guy named Mosho. He makes art based on the ruins and ancient cultures around here. He made his own style of art and called it ORsism0. Here´s a youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2qrG-aunos. And here's some good quotes from him. I think I may convert to Orsism;

-Mosho worked non stop to find his own artistic language. He made various imaginary journey's and always came back with great finds, with encounters with himself.

-An Orsist painter will be one that creates their art thinking of themselves as a small god destined to stop time after receiving the gifts of the founding gods of all humanity. The artist will feel under teh power of strange cosmic forces to paint the othe side of divinty and life.

Last night I dreamt that I solocited help for my music from Burton. Anyone know how I can get in contact with Burton?

"Cut Out Filter" + "Levels" =

we got both kinds of music, Organum AND Polyphony!

Organum (pronounced /ˈɔrɡənəm/, though the stress is sometimes placed on the second syllable, from Ancient Greek ὄργανον - organon "organ, instrument, tool" [1]) in general is a plainchant melody with at least one added voice to enhance the harmony, developed in the Middle Ages. Depending on the mode and form of the chant, a supporting bourdon may be sung on the same text, or the melody is followed in parallel motion (parallel organum) or a combination thereof. As no real independent second voice exists this is a form of heterophony. In its earliest stages, organum involved two musical voices: a Gregorian chant melody, and the same melody transposed by a consonant interval, usually a perfect fifth or fourth. In these cases often the composition began and ended on a unison, the added voice keeping to the initial tone until the first part has reached a fifth or fourth, from where both voices proceed in parallel harmony, with the reverse process at the end. Organum was originally improvised; while one singer performed a notated melody (the vox principalis), another singer—singing "by ear"—provided the unnotated second melody (the vox organalis). Over time, composers began to write added parts that were not just simple transpositions, thus creating true polyphony.

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