Conversations With The Sun From ScotlandMonday, 29/01/2018
This is trying to capture a 3 dimensional sense of walking down the East Sands in St. Andrews at twilight and the way the light bounces off the water and the wet sand, along with the stars and the streetlamps and all that. Meditation seems to have changed the music I’m hearing in my head, as time goes on – but I did want to create another piano duet for the two hubristic youngsters required to play that last one – may as well write a concert’s worth, right?
Lots of love to you, thanks for visiting this site…
The Indomitable Dog Of Good Health…Monday, 18/12/2017
So this, from a dream where I was looking for some kind of medicine that I could take back to the regular world for loved ones. Which is everyone… The point of it is to recognise that the way an excited dog loves you, is the genuine underlying reality of who you are. It doesn’t matter how you’re feeling emotionally, the dog knows who you are much better than you do. Embody Self-Love, it’s really important.
Now dreams aside, this is a serious Restorative Composition (RC) where I have genuinely put notes in for a specific purpose, OK? Like hypnosis. So before you listen, familiarise yourself with the story and then for it to work, I’d like you to have your brain make a really conscious effort to take in each of the highest notes that sound – with as much intensity and focus as it gave to the previous one. Ignore the rest of the
Story 5…Monday, 27/11/2017
I finished this… It’s programmatic; telling a specific story… It had been about Zuckerberg, but it’s changed a bit… It’s a duet for 2 pianos; 3 max. (For 2 accomplished pianists or 3 not so experienced… For two hubristic young men with an appetite for showing off or 3 older people with more responsibilities and self-esteem). If you write it into three parts, they’re fairly easy – the challenge is playing together…
0:00 My grandparents’ house…
0:22 The Rezerection are playing in a field nearby in Leuchars…
0:40 Walking down a corridor in Bush House – I am the most persistent part of this enveloping hallucination…
1:12 Our ability to survive the modern world comes from our history on the Savanna – we are a remarkable species, you know? The spears have evolved into paper-spikes…
1:28 Still, this corridor isn’t going to walk down itself, is it? If
Short Story 4/ 5…Saturday, 25/11/2017
This is a short story about talking to plants… It is fictitious – just a thought experiment, innit? Trying out alternative explanations for accepted phenomena, as an exercise…
[I want to relax out of the trifling miscellany of day to day life. Can you please take me on a walk round a human-centric gallery of The Divine? I’d love that. In return, I’ll pass on anything of importance that you show me…]
[[You think that space and time are requirements of movement but actually movement is a requirement for space and time – it’s that way round. It was consciousness moving that formed the dimensions of physical existence.]]
[See this is what I love about you – you don’t mess around with smalltalk.]
[[No function for it.]]
[So let me get this straight – the vibrating energy that constitutes all things… is also cranking out time? And also cranking
TV (Abstract Thought #3)Saturday, 4/11/2017
1. Television, transmitted to children is a kind of technicolour robbery of their past, present and future.
1.1 Past – it denies them the traditional stories, shaped over generations to explain reality in a way that has been proven to reliably raise children into functioning adults. In the place of these are commercial algorithms, cynically devised to coerce individuals into economic transactions which benefit their elders at the obvious expense of their own mental health.
1.2 Present – The gift of knowing anything through television is paid for by the cost of not having it in reality – theft by transmission. This superimposition of false and unassuageable needs – draws more of a person’s consciousness away from their perception of the present, which is therefore physically classified by the body as unsatisfactory – and into the permanent pursuit of the unreal. The physical trigger for this chase is a