Park Rage: It happens! (click for audio)

I suggest not interfering with what other people are doing if it is of no consequence to you. The world would be a better place and we would need less government if people minded their own business. Case in point:

I was at Trout Lake on Saturday, the 3rd of January, 2009, minding my own business. My White Wolf was off leash at the south end of the lake (Yes, against the leash law---we comply in the summer when people are using the beach). He first off ran around on the snow covered, empty beach, then on the ice a bit, as he ALWAYS DOES. He is an athlete and loves to run and frisk. Aloofus “zig zags” like a Wolf, which he is.

There was a lady on the far corner, standing on the beach and feeding the ducks (also against regulations). When my Wolf scampered PAST HER in a frisky run to chase the lazy ducks into the air, out of pure joy, this bitch from hell started yelling at me to leash my dog as she tried to kick Aloofus.

This I won't tolerate, because it could eventually lead to the destruction of my animal, as he might learn to bite in return. I told her to fuck right off. I reminded her that it was against the law to feed the ducks in the first place.

She kept haranguing me, and I her, I pointed out that these lazy pond creatures needed a bit of exercise and idiots like her made the ducks tame enough so that they couldn't survive in the wild. I also pointed out that it was morons such as herself who drove to the parks in their 4x4's to feed these poor tormented creatures, unhealthy bread, that caused their numbers to decrease, more than my dog running along the beach.

I figure it this way: if I have done my responsibility to make my dog socially safe from the frightened-of-humans creature that he was, I will protect him from being tormented by the viscous idiots of this world. People like her with no sense had almost caused him to be put down when he was a pup and he is still frightened of dangerous apes going after him.

Then the guy at the house got into it and threatened to call the Bylaw officers. All because my dog in a fit of joy, as a child might have done, ran alongside the ducks on the beach to chase them into the air.

Yeah, I can see why people need government if they don't have enough brains to cope in a peaceful way with life. It is always these Nazi-from-hell-types that want to make me comply with the laws, while they consider themselves free to break them and do so with belligerent abandon..

Roman

He came and sat next to me on the bench I had cleared of snow earlier.

We each partook of our own habits. He crack cocaine and I of Hashish and Kush crammed in my pipe bowl. We were the same age.

His features looked like the Cossack he claimed to be in his watch cap.

“My name is Roman,” he began. He had come over in a wave of immigrants from behind the iron curtain and was now stateless. He took out a handkerchief and told me that he had less than a year to live. “Asbestoses”

“I came to Canada in 1979” he went on, “I worked hard saved money, bought farm in Abottsford, learn to grow pot for big money” “I never become a Canada citizen” “I am stateless person because my country now gone!”

“Now I don't care no more everything gone” he was not unable to laugh at his fate. We had a good chuckle over what I told him that I was doing. The crack was the only thing keeping him going, he said. He showed me faded documents. A trail of government bureaucracy speaking of evil intent toward Roman, who had actually given up his lungs to de install government buildings of asbestos insulation, or install it, I forgot. He was not homeless or without and proudly mentioned that.

“They never tell me to wear mask!”

“I got $20,000.00!”

I told him that I was a lucky man. He didn't begrudge me that and wished me well, as I did of him, on parting.

We had shared some common moments in the marijuana grow industry. Roman and I, had some belly laughter, ending up in a coughing spasm when I told him of my involvement in the aftermath of Mayerthorpe. I trusted the RCMP. He was mentally alert and aware of current events, including the fact that Canada refuses to sign the UN bill to ban asbestos, and continues to export this carcinogen for the profit of a few.

We parted friends, and I looked him in the eye as we shook hands. I told him honestly, that I would never forget him and our meeting. He believed me, that I am a lucky man, that I would carry his memory for a long time.

It's A Snowstorm in Vancouver Today! (CTV News video)

The White wolf and I were on a beautiful snow land adventure. It took me an hour to make it to Trout Lake. We had a chance to help a bit in the snow shoveling department as we went. Another sad bit of news as an acquaintance, who is just starting to live his well deserved retirement dtream With a nice income, property in Mexico, and sick from Radiation treatment today. That's the 3rd person with cancer in my circle this year. I truly wonder where those cancers are coming from. Certainly not the pot or psychedelic agents.

I live at the bottom of an impossibly steep driveway (20 % it seems like) The first encounter was with a young couple who were eager to have an "adventure" driving to Kelowna. All kinds of warnings came to mind, but they seemed happy and promised not to go too fast and take a room if the were in trouble. Rather than try to keep them from their "Adventure" (pretty sure they weren't going to make it out on to the street,) I summed up all my feelings, my warnings succinctly, after hearing his British accent, in a way which was good for a laugh for everyone.

"Fooken Englishmon"

I could only shake my head at the many intrepid/dumb motorists shoveling valiantly, I'm sure they will end up tow truck tuck. The cars which they were recovering from deep snow were only little light puddle jumpers that would immediately tobaggon out of control. Deadly things. These people are making a much more dangerous decision to drive than I am to smoke marijuana, because they are risking other people's safety.

I took a flip as my legs came right out from underneath me. Was lucky, able to keep my head up off the pavement. Help your elderly and infirm neighbors, see if they are alright.

Even the sky train is intermittent. Some of my clients have come using transit and the buses are having difficulty.

The White Wolf is ecstatic though, and has tried to roust every dog that we encountered for a play. I found out through a friend today, who is a friend of someone in the building adjacent to mine, having mentioned to her that neighbors of her were concerned over Aloofus being out all the time. And barking at them. She had told them that he was well taken care of.

I understand now what likely happened. They were "Concerned" about him and tried to approach him. this is when he tells anyone trying to get into his airspace to get lost. He wuffs a clear warning. Some humans are dumb (many), and again try to approach. Al is consistent he will wuff louder and also at the same time back off. If people don't concern themselves over him and act naturally and just walk by he won't even budge. The minute they start focusing on him he gets defensive gives a clears verbal warning, not a continuous barking, and then will always back off quickly. He doesn't want anyone touching him and has a right to tell people to get lost gently. Never does he approach anyone, he is totally afraid of people, much to scared to attack.

The calling in to the Animal control, instead of taking their neighbors advice and leaving the dog alone is the behavior of someone who needs a nanny state.

"Who you gonna call? Dog busters!"

Can't just mind their own business has to have someone in a uniform to tell them "it's OK"

And why not cater to these mindless morons who can't see to grow up and always need someone to call, if it puts more power in the hands of Government? There is more work for everyone and more taxes to be collected. Why would the state be interested in helping these people grow up and become adults if it can make more income taking care of them?

We need the sidewalks plowed instantly, because I want to go for a walk right now, or over to Bud Oracle's to score some pot. Get over it and dig your heals in, thinking about how good it will feel when you get back home and have a hot chocolate! Don't swear at the city for not cleaning the sidewalks. Adjust, and cope/deal with it. Grow up!

Thanks to all my friends for your support. Stay safe!

Prohibition: A fatal error Path (audio rant to my PM)

I would like to know on what FUCKING GROUNDS the government is making me a criminal? I am not impaired on Cannabis, I am not impaired on Mushrooms, and I am not impaired on LSD.

SO WHY IN THE FUCK IS THE GOVERNMENT MAKING A CRIMINAL OUT OF ME?

Why do we have to have drunk, TASER happy mounties risking my safety, my liberty, to make a FUCKING CRIMINAL OUT OF ME?

If I ever get hassled again by this government for my safe choices I will take further actions. While the police and politicians, including Prime Ministers get to break the laws at every turn, rip us off, the government is happy to enforce a century old racist legislation, installed by the very people for whose other legislation we are apologizing and paying for today.

If I don't get free man status, then the prohibition laws will have to go.

Billions spent to demonize and make peace loving people like me, criminals. WHY?

The hard drug addicts are allowed to be preyed upon by flourishing organized crime without any real concern for the devastation.

All so that we can goose step behind the goon squad in Serge which gets its marching orders from Washington. No more will this out of control gang of murderers set the policy which destroys our society. They don't have the FUCKING MANDATE!

The Spiral Dive: an analogy of Fatal Error Paths (Utube flight video of Tibor's jet powered Michell Wing)

The Kasperwing Motor glider (Top pic---owned one in Wetaskewin in 1984 1985)

and

The Mitchell Wing B10 was a lot of aircraft to learn to fly 3 axis on without instruction. (Bottom 3 pics---Flown first in Hinton 1988 and then in Ontario 1989 through 1993


The Kasperwing was not full 3 axis, rather it was a weird weight-shift for pitch via a "swing seat" and a yoke column which could deploy the tip rudders for yaw control. this then "induced" roll. It would not spin, but had this super-fast, controlled, almost vertical, decent mode. I never liked it low, so tried not to loose altitude quickly.

Anyways, the lesson learned when I managed to pull out of an unexpected spin that I aggravated into a terminal Spiral dive, is in my opinion something to reflect on when considering solutions to our present economic crisis,

The lessons from the Mitchell Wing started from the first flight on. And were always costly. I was really only learning about how stupid being stubborn is. This one cost upwards of $2000.00.

The Launch on Mt Seven, Golden (A few descriptions by competition pilots)

The pilot posting in the 2005 "Willi" (a competition held in Honor of Willi Muller on Mt 7) is Stewart "Midtoe" Midwinter. He is a real character as well as one of the world's best hang glider pilots. I have known Stewart since the early 80s and have flown with him a couple of times. It is Stewart's analogy "I was so high over the snow covered mountaintops, they appeared as a white capped ocean below me." which I love to use. I saw it in an out of date industrial magazine while in Ontario, going to school.

Here is an interesting foot launch!

This is the launch I had in my mind's eye when I posted in yesterday's article on fear.

I have seen this often in hang gliding. Someone, a newbie to a high mountaintop launch, doesn't have that much airtime, gets out on to the runway and hesitates. I watch the throat go dry, the vague lost moment come over the pilot's face, where concentration and heightened awareness should be the emotions tinged with a bit of eagerness to be off the ground. This is normal and will fall away as the beginner gains experience. It is wise to be cautious, though. But there is a point where fear blocks smooth performance. The time to ponder whether one should really pursue the sport of hang gliding, or not, is definitely not on top of Mount Seven with a squall approaching down the valley.

On Thresholds and Management of Fear, by bud oracle (awesome video of fear inducing sport)

What is always our own major concern?

Fear! Fear of anything, of drug addiction, fear of human rejection, fear of becoming aware of some part of our nature hidden even from ourselves? Certainly there is the reasonable fear of concern for one's health and safety. There is the fear of what we don't know which might become real and something to fear.

Every thing around us has been carefully constructed into nuanced experiences sampled and indexed. When one decides to explore the unknown, the fears can be many. Fear of dragons, sailing off the edge of the world, and starvation would have been rational in the 1400s, and are even valid today. We all have a many layered cake of indulgent fears in the refrigerator. We only have to open the door to be both drawn and repulsed by it in fear. It's scary how much we desire it. The thought of all those calories is mixed with guilt iced fear.

When trying such a heavy new experience as DMT, a reasonable person will be afraid at the moment that they are ready to light the pipe! The amount that this fear effects someone is what should be analyzed. Any Psychedelic is an experience that builds strongly on the user's mental state, personal attitude at the moment of use. It is not a good thing to come to the point of takeoff and have doubt in your ability to fly safely. The flight won't be a good one. It's best to postpone your experience until your spirit is more receptive.

I have seen this often in hang gliding. Someone, a newbie to a high mountaintop launch, doesn't have that much airtime, gets out on to the runway and hesitates. I watch the throat go dry, the vague lost moment come over the pilot's face, where concentration and heightened awareness should be the emotions tinged with a bit of eagerness to be off the ground. This is normal and will fall away as the beginner gains experience. It is wise to be cautious, though. But there is a point where fear blocks smooth performance. The time to ponder whether one should really pursue the sport of hang gliding, or not, is definitely not on top of Mount Seven with a squall approaching down the valley.

It's time to fly and get ahead of it, or un-clip and put the glider back in the bag.

As long as no one gets hurt, a lesson is learned and experienced gained, either way. The flight, the mountaintop is only a learning vector, whether it is flown or canceled.

The other thing is that this threshold of fear is uniquely personal, varying with experience and this should be so. I am of a much higher threshold for fear in many areas compared with someone half my age, simply because I have twice the lifetime experience and due to this enlightened perspective it is easier for me to discard any irrational fears and ignore any urges to entertain them. This takes practice to achieve; a full realization in the heightened perception of the moment, tempered with confidence, that this is easy/fun. Such a state produces ecstatic moments of pure joy, where once lay sheer terror.

Lost in the Ozone..... Again!

No, I am not on LSD, DMT, rather I am high on Terence McKenna's babble. I hear my thoughts articulated precisely (but not in my voice). He is an intelligent man, but his slightly nasal voice was at first a bit of a hindrance. I got over it in a couple of minutes and find his diction very precise and who can be blamed for their natural voice box configuration, only praised for what it verbalizes. The only reason I bring it up is that it is often the first thing mentioned by my clientèle as I encourage them to take him in, inhale his videos. I find Terence a joy to follow as I watch every video twice or more. His ideas and thoughts on the Internet are woven of the same fabric as mine, as are many others.

It still amazes me how myopic all our individual worlds really are. Here I am 3 years steady on the internet now, and a stint around 2001, a Psychedelic journeyer, although until only two years ago in the past, AND I HAVE NEVER SOUGHT OUT Terence McKenna's work before. I am amazed at what others don't explore and at what they do explore.

His thoughts have exactly expressed ideas that I have reiterated often in my writings. How often have you heard me rail against our consumer culture? Here is Terence McKenna's take on it. and here is another perspective.

The first LSD trip in the “New Era,” revived an idea which came to me after a 2 hit trip of Window pane LSD right after my schooling in molecular biology. “Do Humans have a political gene?” was first published in the English (America version) of Al Jezeerah. The website went down in 5 weeks for some reason or other.


Before I came up with this insight and observation, at the time that I first called myself an Oracle while attending an outreach course given by Dr. N Langton from the Sauder School of Business UBC, 20005 in March I also came up with "An email can change the world."

My award winning Project as a business plan was Soaring and the Art of Umbrella flight.

These are the kind of things that I believe Terence is reeferring to in “What are Psychedelic experiences really for?” Anyone checking out my stuff will not say that I lack of new ideas. That is why it is my challenge to try to encourage intelligent explorers of all backgrounds and disciplines to sail these seas in a quest for enlightenment and pragmatic , elegant solutions. I guarantee results in quick order should LSD, and other Ethnogens become widely used again. A rebirth of our society will occur. We will move forward at a cataclysmic pace which is exactly what is in order today. The best thing about these altered states is that these doors of perception once opened remain ajar forever.

On Terence McKenna 01 Hallucinogens and Culture, by bud oracle (click for video)

An Oracle by any other name is still the same!

This picture came up and was cropped by the gadget, not me, when I googled images "shamans". I kind of wanted his tobacco smoking buddy in there too. It's all about the human compunction to use substances of many different kinds. There is no role for racist nuanced, temperance inspired prohibition statutes in an enlightened society which is interested in rejuvenating itself continuously to follow the model of creation. The other road, the avenue we are currently following, will lead us to choke in a perverted stagnant religious concept meant for endless mindless control to subjugate us to the state for exploitation in an economic sense, all to amass power for others to wield. Further made to debase ouselves with militaristic fraud and propaganda.

Humans who have never used Psychedelics are generally, in my experience are usually fearful, non self aware followers. I have never met a truly intelligent person who hasn't at least tried pot, while most have tried mushrooms and other Psychedelics. There is no way to keep humans from this natural quest for enlightenment, nor should there be.

I resent the thought that one sector of political religious thought can conceive it might have the right to control what others did, especially something that did not in anyway impact them. Before the government has any ethical ground to control each individual's drug use so that they might not harm themselves, I demand the government curb the burning of fossil fuels as is their fiduciary duty, to curb this real menace which is destroying my world. Other than that, screw the thinking they can make a criminal out of me for such a benign un intrusive thing!

A sad quirk for me, as I found Terence on the one day and then lost him the next. This article made me shed a few tears for someone whom I only had met yesterday. I wonder immediately what it would have been like to trip with him. Here is an article in "Wired," By Erik Davis


Thankfully there is so much out there. Terence McKenna's words reach my soul, touching me with their truth and insight. In many ways it is fortuitous that I only discovered him now. This gives me even more confirmation that I didn't just import this mindset of mine from some one else.


People such as Terence are rare indeed. They are meant to be. Sprinkled sparsely throughout societies/cultures, they are meant to tweak the far edge of reality. A culture which doesn't value and tolerate a full spectrum of thought/politics, will die. We need, as I have said in Institutionalized Idiocy, the full spectrum of perception in order to move forward as a viable society. These are self evident truths. A society which is ill is also easily recognized. Ours must be, to have such an absurd distortion of values.

For instance, one value of my society is that: I must be persecuted, because I choose to reach my special plane of existence through which ever natural, god given/human created vectors I wish, marijuana, LSD, even though I am interfering with no one else.

Yet the government sanctioned, promoted reality seems skewed to me. While alongside of my bicycle, with my dog trotting beside me as we are making zero impact on anyone else, high on LSD, there flows the encouraged by all government departments, bail-out and all, the foul poisonous exhaust of many single occupant gas guzzlers destroying our world at a phenomenal rate.

Something seems distorted here. Can this on the face of it be considered rational behavior?

I don't believe so. Then why do we do it?

Could it be, because we have lost our way from the real connections to creation, fallen away from the full meaning of what it is to be human with boundless imaginations free to explore the full richness of our own personal universe? Why must the only existence model for Canadians be the corporate slave to consumerism, taxed to be allowed to take part in the mindless addiction to more things, more wages for more credit for more soul emptiness.

I'm glad that I was not a disciple of Terence until I had a chance to form my own understanding. He must draw cultist fans. I like his logic and imagination and skilled used of language. His delivery could use a bit of resonance, but the meat is so delicious that we can forgive him his slightly plain presentation. I can't figure out why I have never heard of him before. He is certainly worth getting my hands on everything of his that I can.

This is the truth. I will have my truth as it has been given to me by my birthright in life to explore all that creation has to offer.

Again I state categorically, that the government has no right to make me a criminal over my responsible, zero impact on society, use of these substances while allowing an addictive consumer product totally unnecessary, that has shown deadly impact on our biosphere within the 80 years it has been commercially available, to thrive like, actually encouraged it to flourish.

Our values as a living entity are so far divorced from reality, what the true treasures and beauty which we are meant to behold are, that we are blind to the obvious. If only we didn't try so hard to divorce ourselves from nature, creation. In everything we are encouraged via the marketer to participate in this mindless, endless pursuit of wealth and power, without ever asking ourselves why? These things never make one happy, only leave you wanting more.

Even our current religions seek to separate themselves from nature in every way. There is no reflection of the natural in them, only the supernatural: Something that is unattainable in this life.

I believe, like Terence McKenna, that we can not know our true relationship, including the spiritual, unless we try the Ethnogens. I can't conceive of any other way that humans developed there intelligence, creative imaginations, in the early years before culture. Out minds have grown at an exponential rate due to nothing other than the use of Psychedelic substances throughout all our recorded history and for tens of thousands of years according to our molecular biological records. To be prohibited from using them now, when we need a rejuvenation, is true idiocy which will bring down our society, as it well should.

The folly of such oppression as is practiced by our current prohibition laws will eventually make this branch of evolution wither, simply because it developed a false cultural view of reality fed by religious perversions in the form of control, and denied itself the cure on ideological grounds. Thoughts on the tragedy of Easter Island come to mind..

On Terence McKenna: Seeking the Stone, by bud oracle (click for Psychedelic Society)

After watching Terence McKenna through part one of “Seeking the Stone,” I filled up the bowl of my hash pipe and settled in eagerly for part two.

Seeking the stone Part 1

Seeking the stone Part 2


Wow, is all I can say. I have really been unadulterated by current speakers such as this Guru, so can honestly say that I wasn't influenced by his words . What struck me is that my Psychedelic experiences led me to the same understandings, “the same complexity” being drawn by the transcendental attractor.

This must be due to the real dimensionality behind these effects: that they help each individual reach this universal truth if they seek it.

It must must be a universal truth achievable in full blown understanding, through the use of Psychedelic substances, because many diverse cultures and users come to the same points of awareness.

I am humbled that he describes me as a shaman, an Oracle, to the Tee. Unlike some people who are called forth to market with zeal their experiences, recounting their own transcendence, I am called to distill my own encounters to an essence. An Oracle is called to express this distillation without any self directed artifice, not even relating this insight in a linear way, but in itself as an illusion, as a reflection of the original hallucination, perhaps.

Here's where human shortcomings and Oracular abilities intersect in the great vector of universal transition: Sometimes I am so bang on it scares me, and at other times, well...... not so good.

There is a certain assurance if I associate truth with vision. This feeling can not be mistaken. It is a “knowing” that I can easily recognize.

I have come to the same conclusions independently as this man and have been driven to this present same stand in time. I'm a proton in flight, I'm the “central singularity” the black hole attractor, as well as all that is not.

I truly have to shake my head when I remember my honest experiences with the “holy rollers” full gospel Christians. Twice in my life they corralled me! I'm always sincere and I admit, a bit of an actor who craves the limelight, so took up both invitations to be baptized. Hey, I am the guy that will take two hits of acid when one is recommended, so why not two baptismal ceremonies? Can't go wrong? Right?

WRONG

Silly me! It was fun though! I did come away with a lot of biblical knowledge deep within my soul. Through the Psychedelic chemistry I understand the truth of some of it. For the rest, it is like the dangerous mushrooms: I recognize which ones they are and don't do them.
What goes on in these churches is not true spirit filled moments; rather a play enacted to resemble in some ways an altered state in my opinion. To me, even though I tried it my self by mumbling, sincerely seeking, straining my senses, trying to feel something, it never really came.

There is no comparison with this full gospel stuff and the real effects of a powerful Ethnogen. I truly feel that one must come to these experiences when ready, not pushed into them through mass marketing, consumer pressures. Rather, when a person of a philosophical, adventurous, or curious nature feels that they may enhance their experience of life, these experiences should be treated with reverence and communal learning in wonder. Perhaps even a short course on the history and the effects of each substance and a semi controlled setting of a communal nature for an initial experience might also be wise.

If this kind of value were placed on such experiences we would see wondrous nuances of knowledge coming from left field, and be happy riding our bikes at the same time. This is the part of where my Institutionalized Idiocy, exactly matches his understanding (and it is only his, as he says) this is mine derived at independently, too. I too don't believe in pure Darwinism, where only natural selection will direct the outcome, blindly. As I mentioned, with Humans it is also mutations of thought which move us forward, therefore it is the oppression of the left creative thinkers, which is restricting the flow of this huge river of thought. A restoration of this flow to its formerly natural levels could very well be possible with the resurgence of the use of Psychedelic substances. All signs gleaned from legitimate research indicate that this is so. Yes it is a direct threat to consumerism!

BUT.........

CONSUMERISM IS A DIRECT THREAT TO ALL LIFE ON THIS PLANET........

bud oracle 2008