a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
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In this episode, I dive deep into a question that’s been looping in my mind all day: What is a life for? More specifically, What is my life for? It’s one of those questions that feels simple on the surface, but the more you dig, the more complex and infinite it becomes. I’ve been pacing around, wrestling with it, and decided to hit record and let my thoughts flow freely.
“People say that we’re searching for the meaning of life. I don’t think that’s it at all. I think what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences in the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that...
And so I find myself sitting in a dingy café that lured me in with the offer of free Internet access. Only the access is not really free. You have to buy their coffee, of course. But also the only ‘free’ Internet access is their website! I could have just...
During my Saturday morning surfing, I came upon these three sites: http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/ http://www.nikinielsen.com/bio.html http://www.areyoumywife.blogspot.com/ These sites have really got me thinking about my dreams. I have tended to do one thing to the next without much connection between any two points. I have an idle dream of being a writer,...
No turkey for me today. Being an expat, I haven’t celebrated Thanksgiving in 6 years and it was only reading a post from Raw Dawg that reminded that today is Thanksgiving. I am about as far away from the Thanksgiving tradition as I can get. I’m away from home, alone,...
“Writers are always watching people. In order to have output, we need to have input.” I am a tired puppy tonight. And once again, I ate the foulest tasting hamburger in the world. But there you go; at least I had something to eat. I need to go on a...
A quick commercial for a really cool event we’re running in December. If you’re in the area, please do come along. I promise it will be fun, informative, and full of magical moments. How can an evening’s learning be so much fun and still be life changing? How can you...
Labels. Labels. Labels. We have this innate need to label things. I realise labelling is a part of our survival mechanism. Back in the day running around in the jungle, we needed to label things, good, bad, dangerous, poisonous, friend or foe. And the labels were signals to the brain...
wicked thoughts between Chardonnay and pizza blond delivers wife waits. Note: This poem is written in the poetic form made famous by Allen Ginsberg known as American Sentences. It’s basically a derivative of the Japanese Haiku. Instead of three lines totaling 17 syllables, American Sentences are written as a single...
Instant happiness is FORGET the past; FUCK the future, BE here now! (early morning insight while lying in my hotel bed)
Work life balance is a myth. To be balanced is to be mediocre. Even Jesus eluded to this in the Book of Revelations: ‘…you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other. So, because you are lukewarm I am about to spit you out...
The map is not the territory. If you have the territory, why would you need a map? A map presupposes a destination, an endpoint to obtain, a goal. If I sent you an email that read, “Meet me in Wales next Thursday at 10:02am as a matter of urgency. By...
Death, he gets his gratification By serving man his termination And when all men meet their expiration Death gives no explanation.
The most beautiful and most profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is the source of all true science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand in rapt awe, is as good as dead. To know that...
Death hides behind every corner, every bend. To some he is an enemy, to some he is a friend. Death favours those who live in sin. But he claims all in the end.
Question number 53 is courtesy of those funky business boys. The Nobel Prize winning Mr. Henry Kissinger is reputed to have started a press conference with the question: ‘Does anyone have any questions for my answers?’ Which reminds me of the poster of a monkey scratching his head underneath a...
The barista in training told me there were several good places to eat in Stirling. I told him I would be here for several weeks which would give me plenty of time to try them all. I told him tonight though, I want a burger. “Where can I go to...
