Ideas realized
“Episode 2 of Voices from the Crossroads” keeps it close to heart for the interviewer/author. Unlike Episode 1 which was a one-on-one conversation, this time around the subjects participated in a conversational round-robin. Thank you, Sophia, Ian, Charlie and Tyler.
As all perceived things also exist in transcendence, you can learn more of the transcendental versions of our conversation by reading: Tales of The Crossroads, Introducing the Band
A review of God’s V’s concert from planet Moriah. By GBb music corespondent, So Kirk.
There comes a moment in a person’s life when immediacy requires a higher form, when it wants to lay hold of itself as spirit. Last night was such a moment.
Having difficulties of admission regarding my press credentials, I was a tad late to the show. Unlike the long awaiting fans who were treated to a gradual turning up of the metaphoric lights, arriving with the show already underway, I was thrown straight from darkness into light. A light that assailed all the senses.
Sonic wave after sonic wave washed over me. echoes of the fundamental forces of creation. I understood now why they held the top three spots of the Galactic Billboard. (GBb).
Bound by duty to cover the night’s event but transfigured by self in self, with personality wanting only to stay conscious of the eternal validity in the moment.
But that moment was halted, repressed in the depression of fear and loathing that pervaded the outside world. Duty bound I began recording and photographing the event in the vain hope of capturing the real magic of the moment, the magic of being there.
While documenting the night’s events I came to a conclusion, “I just want to enjoy the music. So… Fuck this. I quit.”
Along with this story I am also submitting a brief audio clip and a few images. Consider this my resignation, as I only plan on following the band and tour.
Next stop, Florida!
GBb Editor: We at the GBb are saddened by So Kirk’s recent resignation. We hope to hire a music corespondent replacement soon. Meanwhile, we are pleased to announce the recent hire of So Kirk, he joins the GBb as our newly created position of dedicated correspondent to God’s V for the GBb.
Her Majesty the Cosmosship (HMC) Shannon sped through interstellar space utilizing her favorite mode of space travel, surfing gravitational waves. Her favorite waves to surf in the cosmic ocean were those from the echos of the last “big bang.” Riding the crests and troughs of those waves gave her a sense of connection to all beginnings and ends.
Her destination was a G-type main-sequence star, a yellow dwarf, in the Zeta 20 sector of the Pinwheel Galaxy. Weak radio waves from that system began arriving in Gamma sector, where Shannon was surfing nova waves for fun, about 0.00000031 zep cycles ago.
Of the many images received from those signals she was fascinated by ocean-going schooners. And so, because she could, she took the form of a schooner as she sped through space at the speed of light.
On board were Captain Mor Ty, Science Officer K, Communications Officer E.N.T., and Ambassador Cosmic C (though technically C was not onboard at the moment) . You would probably know them better as God’s V, the band behind 4 of the last 5 top hits on the Galactic Billboard.
Aside from being a sentient, shape shifting, multi-dimensional ship, Shannon also happened to be the universes’ most advanced quantum computer. In actuality she was neither a cosmic ship or super-quantum computer. Being self realized, those were the most approximate abstractions of true conceptual self and so for the benefit of other beings, she went with it. In fact, she didn’t even need a crew but she liked having one onboard as she loved seeing sentient beings explore and learn.
And as they really didn’t have duties, the crew/band spent most of their time in pursuit of knowledge or recreation (often those being one and the same).
At this particular moment Cosmic C was fishing for starfish from a kayak tethered to the stern and enveloped in Shannon’s Quanta Field. This field essentially isolated all enveloped from any QED interactions of the external universe.
The fishing line passed through a Plank Hole (actually countless P Holes but as we don’t have time to explain all the details of the science, we can move on). K was in the Observation Deck, deeply engaged in research of the dominant species of the system’s third planet. The closer they got the more current the data at her disposal. Sleeping near her feet, as usual, was Tomatillo.
E.N.T. was on the Rec Deck playing congas, a keyboard and a guitar all at the same time. He was eager to use indigenous instruments from the planet for their next song. Mor Ty was on the “Bridge” which was the name he gave to his own private quarters. Of late, he spent a lot of time there, ever since he had asked Shannon to build him a machine he code named the “Hand Job”. He got the idea for the machine watching a transmission from Earth a few light weeks away from their destination.
“Cosmic C.”
“Yes, Shannon.”
“We are approaching solar winds and we will be switching to propulsion soon.”
“Ok. Reel me in.”
Onboard, C headed to the O Deck. Walking past the “Bridge” he could hear Mor Ty’s muffled voice “.. to quit my post only when properly relieved…” This was a clear indication that Mor Ty was not only on the “Hand Job” but that he would also be done soon.
C wasn’t long on the O Deck, where he greeted K, when he was joined by E.N.T. and shortly thereafter Mor Ty.
In orbit around Earth, Shannon took her more familiar form, a perfect sphere. She was spinning at nearly the speed of light which generated a gravity field onboard. This spin also had the effect of giving Shannon the appearance of a flying saucer to any outside observer (as long as her Quanta Field was off, which at this time it was not.)
The O Deck ran center line of the sphere and provided a 360-degree projection of space.
“I have placed us in orbit and currently have access to all digital data and transmissions of the planet at your disposal.”
“It is so much prettier in person.” K said. All nodded in agreement.
“What can you tell us, Shannon?” asked C.
“As you know, the dominant species is bipedal, mostly. They like to sit a lot. Ironically, they consider themselves to be post-industrial even though industry is one of their primary existential threats as a species. The vast majority barely understand basic chemistry and are ignorantly naive in understanding the role of carbon in their own biosphere.”
“Hmmmm…”
“What is it, C?” asked E.N.T.
“I am in telepathic communication with Gaia. She likes to go by Gaia. Seems she is doing her best to preserve the species but she is in great pain and mourns for the other species. She is not sure how much longer she can hold back the carbon pendulum.”
“I’ve been studying them for awhile now. They have such potential, but for every step forward they take two back.” said K.
“Only a small percentage of the population engages in intellectual pursuit and even then some can only do so part-time. The vast majority still engage in material pursuits either out of necessity, given the societal emphasis on currency, or greed and a delusional view of self worth. The later view seems to account for 99.999% of the world’s politicians, dropping to 99.99% when considering the quote unquote “upper class. And before you ask, K, please remember the ramifications and responsibility of intervening.”
“Hmph”
“Current, technology is silicon based. There is some interesting theoretical math going on but they still have two math models of the universe and can’t seem to unify them. I have found their problem. Look here.”
“That’s funny” said E.N.T.
“How come they are still stuck on that?” asked K. “Are they not curious? Is anyone working on this?”
“A small percentage. Looking over the planets digital data vast amounts of it are compromised of two global fixations, both take blob-data form. You are looking at one now.”
“Hey, that looks like Tomatillo!” Said Mor Ty.
“They are called cats and I can understand this fixation.” replied K.
“The other blob-data, currently being projected is called…”
“Porn!” yelled Mor Ty.
“Yes, porn.”
“I can understand this fixation. Are you recording this?”
“You know I archive all incoming data, Mor Ty.”
“Just checking. Can you time stamp screen 323 for sure also 419, 420, 421, 425, 536…”
Ten minutes into his listing “… and 974.”
“Is that all, Mor Ty?”
“We are going down, right?”
“We are.” replied C.
“Ok. That should do for now.”
To be continued.
Introduction to the show: As our intent is to broadcast out simultaneously to all realities the many before, the many after, and the many that both exist and do not exist and finding the word “podcast” to be an infinitely narrow conceptualization we prefer to use Multiverscast or just Multicast.
The intent behind the name and reason for “Voices from the Crossroads“ is to emphasize a belief we have that it takes very little time and effort to truly get to know someone and in that time we hope to have made a friend in a fellow sentient being.
All conceptual sentient beings are always at a crossing, what changes is their awareness of conditioning. Any given encounter occurs at the crossing of past, present and future. We look forward to meeting you there. Until then, may all beings find shelter and the path to happiness. May you be happy. Namo.
Episode 1: Eli
The present author (also the voice of the interviewer in the audio) is identified by most as Gibran a.k.a Old Guy,. The subject is his son Elishah. The pretext of the interview was to help Gibran test and refine a set of core questions for the show.
Gibran was delighted to learn a few things about Eli. He was just as surprised to hear Eli’s assessment into his likelihood of assassination. Realizing that one of El’s personas is currently in a witness protection program, the last minute of the show has been edited out.
As all perceived things also exist in transcendence, you can learn more of the transcendental versions of our conversation by reading Tales of the Crossroads: Joyful Buddy Buddha
Excerpts from: The Adventures of the Cosmiccomics
The Last Breakfast
One day we (that is the Cosmiccomics ( that is Buddy and I)), not feeling very adventurous, decided to grab a bite from the Cafe at the end of the Universe.
While there we met up with a few old friends. Some of them were there for lack of anything better to do, some were there to catch the ultimate punchline to the longest running joke ever and others (like ourselves) were simply hungry. I was hoping we would catch up with the Space Dandy but we were told he was at a Boobies, the one over by the Tannhäuser Gates. Buddy and I agreed the next time the Universe ended we would go there instead.
At our table, I ordered some pancakes and a cafe mocha, the last in the universe.
“A towel, I need a good towel”
I looked up to see that Buddy had picked up and was reading a copy of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy“ and the look on his face was one of total epiphany.
“You need to read this.” as he passed me the book, his finger pointing to the entry on ‘Towels.’
Ever since, I have carried a towel wherever I go,
On acquiring the magic compass
We acquired the Jerusalem Compass, which always points toward the center of the Universe, from the great mage Alan Moore. Being bound by an oath of secrecy that is all that can be said of that. See “Jerusalem”
Dungeons, no Dragon
The Cosmiccomics (that is we (that is Buddy and I and another) found an abandoned Hobbit hole and so we decided to move in.
While partaking in some pipe weed with a few friends I invited them all on an adventure of Middle Earth, I was familiar with Middle Earth (having explored it regularly since I was a child) and offered to serve as a guide. They agreed.
With heed we did speed fo the isle of Tolfalas In the Bay of Befalas in the south of Gondor, a favorite spot of mine, which at the time remained largely unexplored. As there were no more dragons in the world, with the recent demise of Smaug, we hoped to explore a few dungeons.
What follows are a few highlights of our adventures there, for a full accounting of these tales please see: Unnamed Composition Notes; Unnamed Composition Graphs; Five Star Blue Notebook; Box of Character Sheets; Atlas to Middle Earth by Fonstad; The Similrillion, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by Tolkien; Clip of notecards; Oral Histories.
We arrived in Middle Earth during the fall of 2944 in the Third Age (1344 by Shire Reckoning), waking up on “Survival Beach” of Tolfalas. The Grey Beard greeted the party there and had all pledge “By the Flames Imperishable and the grace of the Valar go I.”
The party was later hosted and mentored, for a period of time, by the mysterious Castamir on his homestead south of the town Dôr-ëar.
The first few month’s most memorable events include: the slaying of a few boar; encounters with thieves; acquiring of combat and survival skills; fending off of wolves in the Cervine Glade; the felling of many rabbits for stew and such; the meetings of Orin the Ranger, Ghari the innkeeper (and our pipe weed source); Kiath a captain of Gondor, Re’ad the blacksmith; Wehell (an early settler in those parts) and a friendly bull-mastiff. Side note: we at one time thought the mastiff had tragically perished in an arson’s fire and we were relieved to learn otherwise.
Things got interesting upon learning about and exploring an ancient series of catacombs near the Cervine Glade. It was there deep in the Chamber of Ages that Mor’ke’men the Dark Numenorean was encountered. Seemingly having defeated the evil wright, a gold plated book was discovered that crumbled into dust when touched, ushering the dawn of an endless night of the undead. The vision of the walking dead passed (Though the vision would later prove prophetic, at least in part).
Only ash and the front and back gold-plates remained of the book. Each gold cover portrayed a different image, the front was of an angelic-like lady extending as if to gift a fruit and the back cover was of a lone eagle atop a mountain peak with an unknown mountain range in the background.
Passing through the vision and out of the Catacombs, Raster the bandit was met (but as it would turn out he wasn’t a bandit but actually an assassin of the secret Jinan Syndicate, a mostly unknown opportunistic information network with an “ends justifies the means” creed.) Seems Raster only wanted to lay eyes on the artifacts, as he made minimal effort in relieving the party of its find .
The party arrived back at Castamir’s more or less at about the same time as his past. It was learned that, Castamir was actually Malomar, one of if not the most feared captains of the Umbar Corsairs. Captain Malomar was ordered to raid and slaughter a costal village in an attempt to incite a war. He refused the order and his second, Taseb, attempted to bring him to trial to face the death penalty. Castamir fled and hid his identity. Unfortunately Castamir’s identity was discovered by a recon-party of Corsairs, gathering information on Gondor’s presence in Tolfalas. As it happened this band of pirates was under the command of Taseb. Castamir was waylaid by a squad of corsairs and brought before Taseb, who looked to improve his reputation by adding Slayer of the Dread Pirate Malomar to his moniker,
Taseb arranged for an unfair fight to the death but even a handicapped Malomar/Castamir would prove a match and so they both met their doom at the ruins on the cliff.
The ruins were of an ancient light house that ages past guided white sailed ships offshore (as revealed in a vision which was seen upon discovering a set of plaques that matched the gold covers of the book.) Entering the ruins, a deep underground dungeon was discovered which eventually descended into a massive tomb of a prison. The tomb was made to imprison Mor’ke’men’s lord, the ultimate lock being the book from the catacombs.
During one of Mor’ke’men’s taunting monologues, it was learned he had stolen the book to free his imprisoned lord, at the cost of being cursed as undead forever more. Bringing the book back turned out to be a bad idea as it broke the spell imprisoning him in the catacombs. Mo’ke’men now unleashed, the ground opened up and the party fell as if into the center of the world. Landing softly in a room in which sat a golden book on a pedestal and a set of magical doors, each emanating the life force of the individual explorers plus one that flickered images of strange and fascinating foreign landscapes…
From: The Eagles of the Lords of the West and Yavanna’s gift, A history of the Rings of Beren and Lúthien
… of Tolfalas in the Bay of Belfalas … with the Breaking of Thangorodrim and the felling of the Blue Mountains and the flooding of Beleriand during the War of Warth… Hîrroval (Lord of Wings) son of Landroval, descendant of Thorondor, during the Second Age settled in the Impregnable Mountains as the Southern Eyes of Numenor…
Guru Rick gets his rocks off
On the road to Jerusalem we were discussing Turvsky’s new book “Crime of the Fathers and Punishment of the Suns” when we were approached by an heavenly celestial being.
“Sorry to interrupt” she said “But I like your towel.” Referring to my blue Turkish towel.
“Thanks” I said.
“Ok, see you about” said she.
“Ok bye” said Buddy and I as she vanished.
“Dang.”
“What’s that, Buddy?”
“I forgot to ask who her God was.”
Since we never could predict when we would next randomly cross path’s with a Celestial we decided to seek one out.
We abandoned the road to Jerusalem and so headed for Colorado. Long we searched the caves and crevices of the Rockies until at long last we found the ‘Cave of the Most Rick.’ Paying homage we approached Guru Rick and he granted us a single boon. I nodded to Buddy, he nodded back and then he asked Rick “Who is your God?”
With that all perceptions melted away and where once was Rick there now was Śivah with Shakti as one, in Mahamudra.
The vision exploded into pure light and just like that he was Rick again in missionary with a strange alien being.
Backing out of the cave we gave reverence and prostrations and thanked Guru Rick the whole while he berated us with countless profanities going on about wanting a little privacy.
From: The Lone Adventures of Buddy
Much can be said about the rise and fall of the Safari King, the world conquering avatar of Buddy, and his many adventures including his ironic addiction to joy. The Safari King atop his noble steed, The Brutal Moose, carved out a massive empire and ruled from horizon to horizon.
After many a battle and conquest and during his reign that followed the Safari King made more than a few bitter enemies. Enemies that want nothing more than to see the Safari King’s head on a platter (or a spike, or the floor, anywhere other than atop his neck.)
That said and as Buddy is still rather attached to his head, for a full accounting of these tales one should refer to the Oral Histories of the Safari King.
Namo
We, the Cosmiccomics, take refuge in the tri-sarana at Mahabodhi where we pay homage to the many Gurus we have learned from. The following are just a few of many:
Namo Guru: JRR Tolkien; Shinichirō Watanabe; Dan Harmon; Douglas Adams;; Alan Moore; Justin Roiland; Pendleton Ward; ; Duncan Trussell; Ivan Turgenev; Fyodor Dostoevsky; Brutalmoose (aka Ian Macleod.)
Excerpt of an excerpt from Old Guy’s Compositions:
“‘A lost wanderer without a map, I tended to my Earthly duties all the while with realization that it was all for naught. For while in self- reflective meditation and having unwrapped ego, like one would a mummy, I found only more wrapping and eventually no mummy. “What need of anything has a mummy? What needs has a no-mummy mummy?”
Seeing my incarnation as it truly was, zombie-like I rose realizing carnal cravings as ultimately unfulfilling. Rotting flesh consuming rotting flesh but with nourishing mind, “Carry on carrion but know, only illuminous light can abate this appetite.”
The gaze of the opening mind’s-eye burst into flame all perceived things. Burning all. All was burning. Burning to the very threads of all conditioning. Amidst the conflagration of annihilation many voices cried out for help. Save one, the voice of a child. “Oh pardon me. Humpf” he said as he made his way to the front of those tortured souls.
“Oh pardon me. Humpf.” Having parted that burning sea, he sat lotus-like before me. OM MANI PADME HUM said he and all was at ease. Enheartened the host departed having heard the message from the enlightening mind of the cosmic child.
A bright-light overexposed all things until only light remained, the voice was in me.
Listening to that long suppressed voice of my inner child, no longer oppressed it sang praises of childlike fascination and wonder and pure love, without hate nor greed nor illusion. And so, as I child I wandered the woods and as a child I saw things anew.
“Like a child of the woods, free. Free to see the trees for the trees, the one in you and the one in me.”
Learning spells I discovered mystic gateways, magic portals to many a realm of Dakas and Dakanis, God’s and Goddess benevolent and wrathful. The many faces of the Goddess.
The saffron veiled key-bearer to the World said, “The messenger is the message and the message is that of salvation of all you love”
What joy. What bliss. Happy and free I came to the Crossroads of the Styx to develop equanimous lovingkindness of enlightening mind with hopes of providing solace to new and old friends alike.
And together we danced, singing praises of the many faces of one.‘“
Arriving
At a place we called Mahabodhi at a crossroad near Oooo was established a Mission, after having paid homage to the Gods and upon praying for the salvation of all. Carrying two copper coin for the going.
We sang and we danced on the banks of the Styx.
Singing praises of the Goddess in her many form for her love and grace. From her we are born and so no more need forlorn.
We were the grateful dead for the dead can dance and so we did in decadence.
Staying
Betwixt the Space Capsule and the Time Boat and Pleasure “Pavilion” we built an hearth and an alter in the form of a compass. The alter we placed at The Crossroads a meeting of Past, Future, and Now, the junction of There, There and Here.
The Hearth we kept lit and prayed it gave warmth and light to the passing souls we would meet at the Crossroads of the BarDo.
Attending to our duties, let them find us thus, paying homage to the Gods and praying for the salvation of all. Happy. Free. With intent to help Shepard in the BarDo and with desire to develop Perfect Renunciation, Perfect Loving Kindness and Bodhichitta , Perfect Ecstatic Blissful Wisdom.
Here follows Tales of the Crossroads. including the fabled famously fable fabling of the fable “Uddha and Xander on the road to Arayuddha and of their tales of meeting Ammara.”
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