"Setkal jste se vy s něčím nevysvětlitelným či nadpřirozeným?

Nadpřirozeným? To nemohu říci. Nevím… Ale viděl jsem a prožil sám spoustu věcí, které se nedaly vysvětlit v rámci dnešního materialistického vědeckého názoru. Když pracujete s mimořádnými stavy vědomí, jsou taková pozorování prakticky na denním pořádku. To ale neznamená, že je to cosi nadpřirozeného. Znamená to, že máme omezený koncepční rámec, kterým se na věci díváme. " S. Grof (http://www.putnici.sk/newsread.php?newsid=2)

"spirituální filozofie a mystické tradice minulosti byly a jsou často zavrhovány a dokonce zesměšňovány s odůvodněním, že jsou »iracionální« a »nevědecké«. To je nepodložený, nezasloužený a neopodstatněný úsudek. " S. Grof

//mi pripomelo...

Roads ? - where we're going, we don't need roads ..

"The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons."

Cormac McCarthy
// via DarekSmid

“The future is not what it used to be.”

– Tom Kenyon

BROZKEFF: nemoc z povolani ;D

Ideje pocházejí z něčeho většího, než je osobní počítač.
--Wasper

(...) jsi-li idealista, jenž by rád prospěl světu, musíš být i realista, který si musí napřed pomoci sám. Teprve potom poznáš, zda si lidé přejí, abys jim pomohl, nebo zda si to nepřejí. Když někdo vnucuje světu dobro podle svých představ, může to být bráno jako bláznovství. Jako zločin páchaný na lidstvu se to může vnímat, když je začne vnucovat světu nějaká organizovaná skupina.
Chce-li někdo dělat světu dobro nebo mu udělovat představy o dobrotě, musí získat zasvěcení, aby vůbec pochopil, jak to s tím dobrem je. Předesílám hned, že zasvěcení může každého dovést k poznání, že si nikdo jeho pomoci a dobra nepřeje.
— K. Minařík

Cesty mohou být daleké,
leč není takové cesty, jejíhož konce bys nedošel;
nedojdeš ovšem konce cesty, jestliže se ti nechce jít,
to však není vinou daleké cesty.
— Wen Tchien-siang (dynastie Sung, 960–1279)

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

(Swift)

“Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.”

Alan Watts

“We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all.”

Kalu Rinpoche

Ideje pocházejí z něčeho většího, než je osobní člověk.
My neděláme ideje, ale ony dělají nás.
— C. G. Jung

"Když už člověk jednou je,
tak má koukat, aby byl.
A když kouká, aby byl, a je,
tak má být to, co je,
a nemá být to, co není,
jak tomu v mnoha případech je."
Jan Werich

Sha Clack Clack by Saul Williams

i know you are but what i am?

i n f i n i t y

if i could find the spot where truth echoes
i would stand there and whisper memories of my children's
future
i would let their future dwell in my past
so that i might live a brighter now

now is the essence of my domain
but it contains all that was and will be
and i am as i was and will be
because i am and
always will be that nigga

i am that nigga

i am that timeless nigga that
swings on pendulums like vines
through mines of boobytrapped minds
that are enslaved by time
i am the life that supersedes lifetimes

i am

it was me with serpentine hair
that with a timeless stare
turned mortal fear into stone time capsules
they still exist as the walking dead
as i do: the original suffer-head
symbol of life
and matriarchy's severed head
medusa, i am

it was me the ecclesiastical one
that pointed out that nothing
was new under the sun
and through times of laughter and times of tears
saw that no time was real time
'cause all times were fear
the wise seer
Solomon, i am

it was me with tattered clothes
that made you scatter
as you shuffled past me on the street
yes, you shuffled past me on the street
as i stood there conversing with wind-blown spirits
and i fear it's your loss that you didn't stop and talk to me
i could have told you your past as i explained your present
but instead i'm the homeless schizophrenic
that you resent for being aimless
the intuned nameless,

i am
i am that nigga
i am that nigga
i am that nigga
i am a negro
negro from necro,
meaning death
i overcame it

so they named me after it
and i be spittin' at death from behind
and putting "kick me" signs on its' back
because i am not the son of
sha clack clack

i am before that
i am before
i am before before
before death is eternity
after death is eternity
there is no death there is only eternity
and i be riding on the wings of eternity
like: yah! yah!

sha clack clack

i exist like spit-fire
which you call the sun
and try to map out your future with sun-dails
but tic-toc-technology can no tic-toc me

i exist somewhere between tic and toc
dodging it like double-dutch
got me living double time
i was there before your time
my heart is made of the quartz crystals
that you be making clocks out of
and i be resurrection' every third
like: tic-tic-tic

sha clack clack

no i won't work a nine to five
because i am setting suns and orange moons
and my existence is this:
still
yet ever moving
and i am moving beyond time
because it binds me
it can set me free and
i'll fly when the clock strikes me
like: yah! yah!

sha clack clack

bvut my flight does not go undisturbed
because time makes dreams defer
and all of my time fears
are turning my days into day-mares
and i live day-mares
reliving nightmares
that once haunted my past

sha clack clack

time is beatin' my ass
and i be havin' dreams
of chocolate covered watermelons
filled with fried chicken like pinatas

with little pickaninny sons and daughters
standing up under them with
big sticks and aluminum foil,
hittin' them,
trying to catch pieces
of fallen fried chicken wings.
and aunt jemima and uncle ben
are standing in the corners
with rifles pointed at all of the heads
of the little children.

"don't shoot the children", i shout.
"don't shoot the children!"
But it's too late.
they've already been infected by time.
but this shit is before my time...
(i need more time! i need less time!)
...but it's too late.

they start shooting at the children
and killing them:
one by one
two by two
three by three
four by four
five by five
six by six

but my spirit is growing
seven by seven

faster than the speed of light
'cause light only penetrates the darkness
that's already there
and i am already there
i'm here at the end of the road
which is the beginning
of the road beyond time
but where my niggas at?
oh no
don't tell me
my niggas are lost in time
my niggas are lost in time

my niggas are dying before their time
my niggas are dying because of time.

..................


+ lehce pozmenena verze na videu: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZiXqUzw4Vo

"hmota je sama o sobe velmi ridka z pohledu subatomarnich castic..."

někde někdo (něco)

הֲבֵל הֲבָלִים הַכֹּל הָבֶל. -- קֹהֶלֶת
(Marnost nad marnost, všechno je marnost -- kniha Kazatel)

Software entities are more complex for their size than perhaps any other human
construct because no two parts are alike. If they are, we make the two
similar parts into a subroutine -- open or closed. In this respect, software
systems differ profoundly from computers, buildings, or automobiles, where
repeated elements abound.
- Fred Brooks, Jr.

Carolyn Myss - Intuitive Power

// 4 cd lekce/workshop

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path to the soul.”
Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line; neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Kahlil Gibran

http://www.partiallyclips.com/index.php?id=1571