global underground

Knock Knock

goes the clock and it’s saturday eveing 11:09pm.

vibing to samurai.fm buzzin fly present spencer parker

wanting to go underground, deep deep deep deep

loving life and living to love is the philosophy

electronic dance sounds are tribal and take me to ecstacy

i love to get down on the global underground

can u feel it?

can u dig it?  it’s global underground

san francisco, las vegas, new york, pittsburgh, delhi, mumbai, tel aviv, goa, bangalore – you can find those souls that wander around and find themselves on the underground – dancing – dreaming – dancing – soul – soul – soul

bless me and you

Namaste Manisha Ji

Sunday

Just getting my tea on as usual

I love the quote by DJ Sasha. Cafe, tea, cafe, tea and yes cafe is the harder drug. Life is a little more comforting waking up today. It’s Sunday; a great day really. I’m still living here at 10251 Johnson and I can say at this point it’s not really fresh anymore. I was smoking a Romeo y Juliet this morning in the sideyard , beginning, the day and was met with my Dad and stepmom’s typical polarity.

They really are rumblefish.

So, I woke up thinking today that I don’t really want to live in a conventional setting. That is a house or condo, but would prefer to live in a warehouse. I remember chillin with Takatoshi in some warehouses in New York and I loved it. It was something like the cover of that Orbital album featuring Halcyon + On + On.

The warehouse was set off in the distance against NYC in an industrial section of town with a liqour store convienetly located nearby. The city is in the distance but there you are smug in your own precinct protected from the masses. Creative precincts are amazing for artistic revelations. I remember an interview with Moby where the man said he lived in this abandoned warehouse in NYC I think it was where 2 people got killed in the builiding in one month alone. It’s interesting because I really look at Moby’s music as electronic pop. Not in it’s composition but just it’s juxtaposition in the music industry.

Overall, I like Moby’s music.

Just Living, Really…

Reggie looks at me while I write my blog tonight. Reggie, my beautiful, loving and innocent yorkshire terrier. I don’t know about you, but when I hear yorkshire it brings to mind royalty. Yes, I can say Reggie is royal.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here. Maybe, I can return to life if I write again. I feel no reason to write intellectually or passionately, but just simple I guess. Life is nice I think butI really miss Manisha. It’s been months since I’ve seen her last and I still remember the last time I saw her. I watched her become smaller and smaller as the taxi took me to the airport on that sad night. That moment was so sad, she was outside with her family and I was just leaving her. That’s the sadness of long distance relationships. I remember MikeV once telling me about the peaks and troughs of life, so it’s comforting knowing that a peak will come again.

Well, I’m looking to get promoted soon within my company Enterprise which is a good thing I think… I’m basically already an assistant manager minus the pay check. So as soon as I pass this test known as the grill, I can apply for an assistant manager spot and get the paycheck and title for that matter. I don’t know how long I’ll be Enterprise but I can honestly say I like my job. Well that’s enough for now. I’ll try to start writing more.

Waiting for a Night to Wrap Around Us

I’m currently listening to Underworld – Crocodile. My release is right around the corner as I depart for Manisha’s heart in ten days. I’m open to the halcyon days ahead and look forward to the fusion of my own life energy with this woman that I love so much.

Osho writes, “Whenever two people meet, a new world is created. Just be their meeting, a new phenomenon comes into existence – which was not there before, which never existed before. And through that phenomenon, both the persons are changed and transformed.”

Osho hints at the intrinstic transformation, but I also look at my encounter with Manisha to be a period in which I can reconnect with my latent creative potentialities. Listening to Crocodile, as I type these words I want to write again. I want to write deep, yet simple reflections in poetic prose . It’s through these sacred days that I share with Manisha Ji that I will write again. Pleasure, Rising, Rising, Rising…

I hear my own soul calling. Tell me do you ever hear you soul calling you? Listen…

Vision, Come On…

Sunday night. Aw, Yes… So vision has come on… 

Minimal life updates, but I can say that my winter intrigue is in process. To end the last chapter which was Israel all I can say is that I am haunted by the modernity of Israel. That is, I am particuarly haunted by the modernity of tea culture in the state, which really isn’t a culture at all. Although I was struck by the way in which my hot cups of tea were presented. Key words include: modern, clean & clear mugs, tea bag innovation and particuarly moments experienced at a picturesque cafe  relatively closeto Azrieli Center.

Sound Vision: It’s beautiful  when rain is electronically processed and subsequently amplified with additional tones and drum patterns of some far out culture that I find halcyon. Don’t forget, “Blue Holds Up The Sky”.

So it’s only when you accept yourself deeply, that is –  dig your existence, that you truly can live in this universe as yourself. Otherwise you are second guessing what others think, especially those closest to you. If you dig yourself deeply, then you’re so beyond the ramblings of others that you are capable of existing as your vision. Yes, I write this without green tea in my veins. 

I’m going to call Manisha and see what’s on her mind momentarily. She says she’s getting ready for office. Manisha has undeniably become a soul that deeply attracts my energies. I will return to the land of India this January for adventure, 69, and to share my vision of eternal love. In some ways, as I listen to this Misterons Mix, I am waking up to it all.  I wake up when I can tranverse beyond what others think and believe. These days, I find wet concrete and modern steel structures more natural than soil and seed. Still I refuse to consume meat of animals and remain vegetarian. Even though I still feel that plants do suffer when we eat them regardless of what extent their nervous systems (if that even applies) are capable of experiencing what we call suffering or pain. I just think eating leafy green vegetables is just that more sexier and intelligent. 

Regarding my own sex appeal, it seems my vegetarian ways have left my body that more skinnier.  I’m able to admire the way my body is cut, and my only desire is to toughen up my muscles for added sex appeal. I still feel my own skinniness is a sex virtue, whereas I also find feminine fat to be extremely sexy–that is not overly excessive–but I appreciate a little more on her. I will work on an accelerated workout program over the next month–I want to be in prime sexual fitness. 

No other updates. Vision, Come On…