"The World is not an echo. Man and everything man does is well considered." -Walt Whitman

"Forms are the symbols of formless divine principles; symbolism is the language of Nature." -Manly P Hall


One of us always tells the truth... The other one always lies.


Oh how we're surrounded by words!

Words can hurt. They can heal. They are a form of ESP aren't they. Somehow right now you know what I 'm thinking. And how?

Korzybski... I mean wow. Google it. He said our whole world is nothing but words. Our whole understanding of reality in general... Nothing but words.

I keep hearing this theme of words over and over. Every little rabbit whole traveled equates to the symbols I use to relate to.... Well anything other than what I would consider myself, I mean anything that I want to relate to that isn't me I have to use words.

I'm reading Korzybski now. He says we're fucked up because we think that us as a race believe one of the two facts that we are either machines, or part super nature and mechanical.... And both are wrong. Both are the wrong definition, the wrong words. What we really are are time binders... And what the fuck is that?

Well we bind time because we can pass down information from one generation to the next through..... Words.

I'm reading Philip K Dick too write now. Google it. And he sends this letter to a friend and it's recorded in this magnum opus called his Exegesis. He talks about how he has this epiphany. About how Satan is the lord of lies. Philip expresses his revelation that if you lie you're making yourself anti reality.... Wow..... Mind bomb.

Sync heads have this thing that happens to them. Shit happens in real time and they (while they keep an apparent unaffected look on their face) go through a mental list of perhaps hidden meaning inside said real time event. For example you might hear a Led Zeppelin song on the radio and you're trying to remember any relevant happenings in the day that might have anything to do with Led Zeppelin.

So long story short K Dick has me thinking about lies. My mind jumps to this long thread involving Jim Carrey. Lair Lair.

See in Lair Lair there's just this scene that is just easier to remember than the whole rest of the flick. He has this Blue pen and he's trying to make himself say that its red. Antics. Ends up with face covered in blue ink saying the name of its color. BLUE. BLUE. BLUE.

Esoterically blue holds the truth. Red does not. And sense they're primary colors the relation of the two resonates strongly. Archetypical, in fact, it would seem.

Kabblah, Chakras. Don't matter Blue is same. It's True Blue. Color of the sky. A mother fucking fact.

My brain would then go to the movie Truman(TRUE dat) show and then click over to Man on the Moon.... When he's trying to get healed and they have different colored crystals on his Chakra's and he looks up and says something like... "I'll take 3 blue ones and another pink one." and of course the Blue one is on his throat Chakra the one for honesty and in my head I go.... "Andy might not have died from cancer if he would have stopped lying. I'm mean quit bullshitting. Fuck the New Age... And just be straight up.".... My brain would do this cause that's what my brain does.

But then Id turn the shower off after the K Dick critique in my head. And I'd think about reading a story to my kid before bed. Make sure she gets a good dose of Words before bed, I mean. She has one ready for me in fact when I'm drying off coming into her bed room door. A Christmas book by Dr. Zeus. Read it a million times already at least.

I read this time in new context.

" He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick."

"Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar."

The Grinch... Mind bullet.... Visual.... Carrey. My kid wonders as I reboot.

Happens again before the nights over. I read to my older child.... She has me reading The Book Thief. And my eyes linger, and the word "Words" every few seconds.


Brizdaz (Darren) said...

"Esoterically blue holds the truth. Red does not. And sense they're primary colors the relation of the two resonates strongly. Archetypical, in fact, it would seem.
Kabblah, Chakras. Don't matter Blue is same. It's True Blue. Color of the sky."

I couldn't agree with you more...100% in fact.And it was only this week when I was reading a comment by a guy who goes by the name of
"Red Pill Junkie",
and often comments at Mike Clellend's "Hidden Experience" blog,that the thought came to me that if you were really looking for the truth...as "The Red Pill" is supposed to reveal,then intuitively it would be "The Blue Pill" you would take,because in my experience,like you say,blue is the colour of truth...to me anyway.

This guy,RPJ
(don't get me wrong,he is a nice guy and I like him)
strikes me as so coming from the left side of the brain,that I couldn't see him as being a "Red Pill Junkie".
That's when I had this revelation that "The Matrix" is wrong as promoting "The Red Pill" as the truth pill...because my weird experiences have lead me to believe that it would be
"The Blue Pill" that would show you the truth.
So maybe "Red Pill Junkie" is the right moniker for him to go by after all.I could never take the Red Pill and think in my gut that I was making the right decision.

I'm not a real big fan of
"The Matrix" anyway.Although I like what they are trying to put accross.
But,I just really think they screwed up with the pill colours.
To me blue will always be the truth.
I could be wrong,but all my money is riding on "The Blue Pill"

Nice post,by the way.

Dennis said...

Yea man True blue, the civil war/red star/pink. I have a hard time with any woman dressed in red. Particulary on tv news. Words are magic no doubt. They have enormous power and range.To see more than black and white is a gift us monkeys enjoy. It does take every color to make a prism. To know the non-reality and joy/compassion is peculiar to our species. The more words it takes to explain love only diminishes it. Lot's of love from Dorena Oregon.Dennis (do not forget to shine any color forth for loves sake)

MK Ultrasound said...

This totally reminds me of my 1st blog entry ( http://beingthere723.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-where-we-worship-mr-mojo-risen-did.html ) It is a significant point that the pills are seen in the REFLECTION of Morphius' sun glasses. The right/left sides of the brain cross through the eyes. This was represented by the Egyptians with the Udjat. Neo actually chose the Blue, he just didn't trust it on appearance. "(Windows work two ways, mirrors one way.) You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows." -Mr Mojo Risen

MK Ultrasound said...

This same point is expressed on the Kaballistic Tree of Life with the masculine/feminine reversal from the Supernal Triad to the 7 lower Sephiroth. How am eye knot meyeself?

A Few Shots to Shaman said...

Thanks everyone... Yeah you are all on point. I did a short post on this before called Caught Red Handed...


PS... Dennis and MK. When are you 2 gonna call in to 42 Minutes.

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Marc said...

Makes me wonder if satan is the lord of lies and words is our tool as time-binders.
rewriting history with lies passage may give a skewed account of the passage of time.
Reminds me of the end of the movie Waking Life. where they say that satan put in time to put a veil over out minds and that really we are all in the now. and the now is timeless.

but this is purely hypothetical, just thought i saw a connection i'm kind of stretching it.

Marc said...

In the book I just started reading Heart of Darkness and the Secret Sharer by Joshep Conrad, in the introduction i noticed a quote
"Art itself may be defined as a single-minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe, by bringing to light the truth, manifold and one, underlying its every aspect."

“a work of art is very seldom limited to one exclusive meaning and not necessarily tending to a definite conclusion. And this for the reason that the nearer it approaches art, the more it acquires a symbolic character.”

I think that helps express what you mean by the power of words.

on a personal note I particular like the quote by Alexander Pope "True wit is nature to advantage dress, what oft was thought but never so well expressed"

Also sorta ties into the power of expression to give conscience of the universe. And some would also go as far as say that true wit is also a form of art.