Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

Finding leather lederhosen in a free pile, Break up songs, micro epic trips to art museums, hardcore beatnik poetry, electricity in your ass, predicting the future with 90° angles. And way more bullshit with Jedidiah and Sean. Come hang out.

Sometimes I find my self lucky enough to be in a canopy bed with a mystic. This is a conversation we had early morning. We chat about fear, the gap between what is and is not, processing grief, fully aware sex and painting, Cecil Brown authenticity, perversion inclusion, Osho corruption, loneliness and boredom, separation from the world, Arthur M Young degrees of freedom and also deep bliss.

Sex, Meditation, drinking beer sideways, suicide notes, zen, beatnik poetry, God coming to you in ball of light, length and girth. This chat starts with 4 people. And ends with A fine explanation of how to write poetry…say the things that are quite and embarrassing and true. It’s Meher Baba’s birthday. Jedidiah is in Berlin and calls up Sean in California. Sean tells us a bit about Baba while Tiffany is packing for a Joe Dispenza meditation retreat she is leaving for the next day and Nat had just written his 219th suicide note, as a form of self therapy. A conversation that goes from pure into nasty and pure again a couple times. Tiffany had been a guest on the BBB before, check out the episode called “the white witch”. And Nat has been on a few times calling us derogatory names. A very powerful episode with him is RVMT.

Attack decay sustain release an envelope of conversation with Jedidiah and Sean.

Beatnik Poetry, Meher Baba, the secret of sleep, Murshida Ivy Oneita Duce, Cashnash, our personal released from holding the universe together with our consciousness, wood chippers, twirling eucalyptus beams, Bay Area dragon parade, a chat with Jedidiah and Sean.

Picked up John Hitchhiking. This is a wild beat conversation about death , truth, life times and the The Heart-Mind Matrix. Heart mind coherence Out side of self Self dissolved I know that when I drowned There was nothing No sence of up or down no smell Un conflicted behavior Brain neurons in the heart That rush of truth it may be unsettling breathing water I went to the lake to drown Died and found the light at the end of the tunnle Is the birth canal But I’m not sure if my mother was my mother the fisher man was also a swimmer All the kids in town wanted to be like him At the lake he swam out and saved me after that he always avoided me Maybe it was seeing my soul go back into the body Heart mind cohesion Bypassing thousand of years of life times Grandmother tied me up to the grape tressal So I’m there day after day eating Conchords until I figured it out Took all my clothes off and ran off naked Beauty is a harvest of the truth

Jedidiah plays music on a pocket subwoofer while Sean reads beatnik poetry. They record a podcast about mind control, karma, the nodes of reality holding suffering. And then play another layer of music over the poetry. The setting is Log cabin with fier and Zelda vibes. Fat Cat sleeps on couch. There are drums and logs around sharing most the space together. Sean serves moulin tea.

Beatnik Poetry / probability techno / virginity / ska / Meher Baba / planes of existence 1st plane: normal life 2nd plane: subtle realm of power merges with physical realm 3rd plane: Full immersion in energy/power/subtle realm 4th plane: Gateway/portal between Subtle and Mental realms. Infinite power experienced here, be careful. 5th plane: All mind, thoughts ideas 6th plane: All emotions, now face to face with God, all that is experienced is self separate from God and God is everywhere 7th plane: Merged completely with God, sometimes maintains a physical body also.

Human design theory, beatnic poetry, improvised techno, a conversation with Sean and Jedidiah.

Trench coat The blackness behind the eyes Goes further I went there On the island Surrounded by water Wind blowing Contour lines of fluid life through Minerals a crow My hair hawks Rowdy tress Blowing contour lines Across puddles Billowing mountains around the sky Making that folding gleam across wheat fields and other Blades of grass Rabbits pass Into this easily I follow them Through a bite In an apple there are thousands Of explosions Thistles Rain drop Sound scape Teachers How to be an audio engineer mutable climax an empty library Millions of ways To be the way I like this way In the warmth Of a trench coat On a bike At night Going further into the blackness It’s so easy Ridding on instinct Open cockpit Closed eyes The darkness goes All the way to the north poll Into a hole Down to the center of the earth Up my ass back of the scull And out the eyes (This occurred in reverse as well) It’s a circuit Connected to everything It’s easier to feel than to see like the wind get to know the circuit by the affects Like how do i connect Feel the part that merges has sex esp Instincts premonitions telepathy Laughter with friends moaning inside a pine tree Empty space Emotions especially love awe respect being affected by life The anti numb Feeling your self Becoming the island

Beatnic poetry, galactic music from ratios, withdrawals, friendship. A conversation with Jedidiah and Sean.

Poetry. Spiritualism. Cool nihilism near enlightenment. Charging your hover board at the kava bar while you talk shit about the kava. The kinda of talk that generates intimacy.

#beatnic poetry #AI interspecies communication #bong rip #Max Planck institute. #Bigfoot portals. #friendship A chat with Jedidiah and Sean.

Beatnik poetry Sometimes feels like it maybe dose not makes sense yet through it is a deep driving underlining sanity. Have tea with us this morning while we chat about Magical Amulets, Fairy kisses, disembodied being, William Gibson’s “Neuromancer”, dream journals and The romance of separation by space. Originally published JUN 20 2022

“I just realized that in the same podcast we talked about Michelangelo's dick and also God's anus” ~ Sean

A chat in a bush on an island at the edge of billions of years of conscious development Jedidiah claims he is not part of the patriarchy while sympathizing with wrapping women in blankets and Mansplaining the social benefits of PMS to his girlfriend.

DELEUZE GUATTARI DONNA HARAWAY. A native art gallery field recording into the “Institute for Art in Context: Master Exhibition.” Including a sudden interview with artist and horse enthusiast: Jan Philip Barner. @banna_yang CCA.Berlin

Berlin beatnic poetry, the love parade as glass walking ritual of interconnected humanity, Smurf Angels, free pile abundance strapped to my handlebars. Jedidiah narrates his weekend Berlin summer time experiences .

Beatnik poems wrote by the Berlin Summer flowing through Jedidiah Jackson.

The Shakti Pitha are 51 body parts of creation her self on earth. Doc Ruchi is on a pilgrimage to visit these sites and find a reconciliation to the division of power between men and women. She just got off the plane. We just met.