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In dem mountains

If only they new how real this life really gets. If only I knew how real this life really gets. A taste here, a taste there, give it all to me, as much as I can get. Colorado has given me quite the taste. Its been business for the better part of two months and now it looks as if I am making a transition into something a bit more night oriented. The friends that I have met along the way. The highs and lows. The future. Its a time of learning and growth and I feel focused and passionate about life. It can be challenging at times but I say that nothing is easy and that the best things are the hardest.

For me, Colorado started about 7 months ago when my friend invited me to come out and live with him in Boulder. A quick jaunt over to Powder Mountain for the winter season and then I came back in order to work and save up enough money for the next adventure. At first I was working three jobs all of which made under 20/hour. Not a bad wage but for sure a place where I knew that I would have to work a lot over the coming months if I was to save enough to get to where I wanted to go. There was about a month of working like that, looking for housing where I could find it, scraping by on less than enough. Then the hail storm hit and everything changed. I had a two week stretch where I might have put in two 80 work weeks and was getting paid much more than 20/hour. After that I bought myself a nice set of clothes and started looking at motorcycles. It was different than ever before and it was great.

For about a week after the hail I walked around in a daze hardly able to comprehend how I had gotten so lucky. I saw my life changing for all the better. I could now focus on making a business grow and work for me instead of me working for a business and trading my time for money. The connections that I made through this line of work were all great and I now party with some of the people I work with. Waking up passionately to solve problems and then walking with the drive to move parts and create order. I was on cloud 9 and could not be touched, or so I thought.

That’s when I got hit with the corrupt side of the legal system following the guile of resentful individuals. I still burn with rage at the misguided actions of blind individuals acting out of some ideal that I can not comprehend. The final court date has not arrived yet and so I cannot go into it further. All I can say is that when I am trying to build momentum and something like that happens that it takes its toll in ways that are more costly the society and the world than humans can afford. The cost of power.

On a lighter note, for the better part of two years have I been looking for a bartending job. My strategy was to lie about my experience telling employers that I had much more experience than I actually did. Must have worked at maybe 10 different bars all of which let me play for a day just to find out that I had no idea what I was doing. From these experiences was I able to gain a fair amount of knowledge about working behind a bar. The Ramada would have hired me without any experience at all. Its a slow hotel bar which is perfect for learning the trade. I spend the slow time reading books like bartending for dummies. On occasion we get busy and so I am able to practice my flow. Picking up a bartenders set at the bartending store tomorrow so that I can practice at home too. Its great. Waaaayyyyyyaaaa I feel blessed.

With working at the bar has turned me almost entirely nocturnal. I generally get off work sometime after two in the morning and then there is almost always someone about; either in the court yard smoking weed, outside stoopin it, or down the street at the Holiday Chalet. I was able to make friends with the folks at the Hotel Chalet which generally turns into a small basement party after bar close and goes well into the morning. I am planning on getting back to a normalish schedule tomorrow. Only time will tell.

This weekend I stumbled upon a silent disco in the Lodo area of downtown Denver. I was able to get a sweet video of myself waking through a large crown with the video focusing on me all sad about not having headphones. The thing about a silent disco is that you need the head phones otherwise its no fun. It would be hard to relate to all the people moving at the same time when you are unable to do so because you cant feel the beat. Eventually I made my way to the gate where I was able to grab a pare from someone that was leaving. After that the party was great. There were three different colors you could tune your headphones in on which corresponded with three different DJ sets. Green for electronic, blue for hip-hop, and red for salsa type stuff. As different hit songs were played waves of green, blue, and red would flow through the crowd. At first I spend my time dancing to green in crowds of blue but eventually I tuned to red and found a girl that knew how to move her hips. It was one of the best nights I have had in a while.

Work life, bar life, party life, all of the life. It feels great. Good things to come.

P.S. If your in the area and want to come visit me at the Ramada Saturday and Sunday nights feel free to drop by and order some cocktail that all bartenders should know how to make. 1150 E Colfax Ave, Denver, CO 80218. If your reading this at some point that is far away from right now, know that if you make friends with the people that work at the bar that they will probably show you secrets that most people never see in their lives. Good luck. Hope to see you soon.

Dream Voyagers

One of my first lucid dream memories comes from when I was about the age of ten and living in the farm land of Minnesota. In my dreamscape, I wondered the wheat fields of MN that I knew so well. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening but all of a sudden I realized that the experience before me was but a dream and that by the power of thought I could invent whatever I desired. Being ten I began to summon armies of ninja warriors to fight. I would leap over the heads of my enemies slashing down thousands of soldiers until eventually I became bored. Standing alone in the middle of my war-torn wheat field I looked across the blank horizon and attempted to summon a simple tree. To my frustration, I found that I could not keep the tree in my dream and found that the harder I tried the more it would slip away. In much the same way that it is almost impossible to not think of pink elephants when confronted with the idea of pink elephants, I found that I could not keep the tree in the mind’s eye of my dream.

I first started actively attempting to attain lucidity near the end of my high school years. I became obsessed and would perform reality checks multiple times throughout the day so that it only took me about a week before I had my first intentional lucid dream. I was in my mother’s house when I realized that I was actually in a dream version of my mother’s house. I was startled and amazed with my discovery of the dream but to my later dismay I did nothing with this realization and instead chose to act out the dream exactly how it would have gone with or without my realization.

A few weeks later I had my next experience of an intentional lucid dream. In this dream, I was wondering the tunnels of the Morlocks. This was a particularly frightening dream that I have had a few times ever sense seeing the Wish Bone rendition of George Orwell’s The Time Machine from my younger years of watching PBS television. As the dream progressed I began running through tunnels being chased by monsters. The fear must have been what shocked me into the realization of the dream. With the realization came a massive amount of confidence that erased the fear and I began lighting torches and tossing light into side tunnels filled with hordes of Morlocks to watch them scatter in fear of the light. As the dream rose to a climax everything began to fad and I could not remain in my dream state. To my dismay, I woke to find myself in my abnormally boring bedroom and unable to reconnect with the adventure that I had experienced moments before

Later in my career I became connected with a community of lucid dreamers to find that these are common problems faced by many dream voyagers. The solution to these challenges are found in the discipline of the mind and in future posts I mean to disclose the meditative and imaginative practices that can help with these types of experiences. Things like dream reinforcement and the active practice of not think of pink elephants. If you have other dream challenges please comment below as I would love to expand my research and expand the community of people I communicate with on this topic.

Love y’all

-Cheers

The Mindset of a lucid dreamer

The hunt for lucidity has been taking place for about a week now I am remembering my dreams on a nightly basis and every day I am studying the strategy of what it takes to have a lucid dream. Just last night a good friend and I were exploring an abandon mansion from my childhood. Today I found out that I was in his dream as well but not in a mansion. Coincides; who can say? Here are some basic tricks for becoming lucid while dreaming coming from a beginner going through all of this stuff for the first time.

When it comes to dreaming lucidly what I am coming to find out is that lucidity is something that happens to degrees. You have your basic dream like state which counts more or less as a zero on the awareness level. Sure, maybe you have some subconscious idea that pink elephants don’t have a good reason to dance around your bedroom but you go dreaming anyways and then wake up to discover that it wasn’t “real”. The sense that we have for the real is what’s really interesting. What is this sense that dictates what we consider as real and what we take to be illusion.

In my experience through Zen practice, reality is something that goes without saying. It’s just something that is and when we put words or images to it what we are doing is creating a narrative to explain the reality of our experience. The narrative and stories that we tell are important because it allows us to cross examine our experience with the experience of other people to see if anyone is experiencing the same thing. The first words that any form of life would have been able to produce would have been no more than a similar sounding moans created by two autonomous individuals in a simple way to express the sensation of the moment. To be placed in a universe that is so uncertain and then to find something that gives the slightest assurance to even the most trivial aspects of existence would be like finding a spec of light in a place that before was nothing but darkness. The question of the real within the sphere of communication is that spec of light.

There seems to be an intuitive grasp of what is dream and what is not. Perhaps we cannot say that we are not currently dreaming, but we can at least say “I woke up from that dream.” The reason that we have this sense is because we are the surviving linage of the most real persons to have ever walked the earth. Life is striving for reality. Even through self-deception is life striving for reality. Cultivating this sense for reality by simple awareness checks is what we hope to learn and accomplish in this project.

Here are a few basic checks to implement into your day.

#1- Keep a dream journal

The first step is that you need to start remembering your dreams. The simplest way to do this is start a dream journal and make an entry every time you remember your dreams i.e. right when you wake up. I have been experimenting with film and so started a dream video journal. There are certainly advantages to writing that are not captured in film but personally I like how quick I can speak to my video camera in order to get the dream out of my head.

#2- Reality checks

Usually it’s enough to ask yourself “am I dreaming?” Do it now. How do you know if your dreaming or not? If you are dreaming, and I am an invention of your dream, then you might be able to sniff it out with this simple reality check. Personally, I have been tricked by my dream back into thinking that it wasn’t a dream when it was a dream the entire time, so here are some more detailed reality check that you could implement so that you can out smart yourself. Look at the time. Look at some text, look away and then look back again. Getting into the habit of making these reality checks throughout the day (every 2 hours) can help get in the habit so that you make the check when your dreaming.

#3- Set the intention each night before bed.

This is the most important task. Each night, right before falling asleep make sure to remember that you want to lucid dream. If you want it enough then this will be the only thing that you need to do in order to have a lucid dream. The art of a burning desire is something I have written about before and I would recommend more research and then some deep meditation on the object of desire.

#4- Consider setting an alarm for an odd hour of the night.

One idea is to go back to sleep right after you wake up. At this point of going back to sleep you have a good chance to realized that your dreaming. Just try not to wake up too much to your alarm and instead turn it off quick and let sleep take you again.

#5- Get the app

There are more than a few apps that a designed specifically for lucid dreaming. Some of the apps have a subtle alarm that can be set for the middle of the night, others track your brain waves over the course of the night, and others emit video light as another method to trigger lucidity. Check it out at the app store.

Those are my 5 tips for beginners who want to get into lucid dreaming. Check it out and be sure to write a reply in the comment section below as I love all things dream.

Here are some links to some helpful lucid dreaming stuff

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Music Vid w/ High Rez and Upgrades to the Personal Operating System

This is a transition story of coming from one way of life and entering another. There are forces of this world that clearly demonstrate the definition of power. Always there’s truth to the level of insanity. Its in finding the flow that allows one to predict the future. As I sit and write this story I think of many different ways of life and how they move through the stream of communication, passed down through more channels than any single person could dream about, all coming together to create the grand narrative of life. Sometimes I wonder if my being is not entirely made up of these forces, that the thing that I call I does not even exist, and that introspection is nothing but a trick invented by the mind long ago. Who can say other than impassioned individuals that seam to have an intuitive grasp and yet when asked to describe such a thing all words escape them? We can look and see what we find but in the end this is just a simple story.

Salt Lake City is what it looks and feels like. From the feeling you get when you catch another persons eye, to the type of cars people drive, Utah is a Mormon state. The beer has less alcohol, on Sunday they swarm the streets, and roads are named things like Temple. There is a cute little countercultural movement against Mormonism going on when I was there but that was not yet able to separate itself from the mainstream and attain autonomy making it so that the only types of people in Utah are Mormons and reactionary Mormons (A generalization of generalizations to be sure).

Anyways, I get a call from my friend Brock who says he wants to go to Colorado to shoot a music video. It takes me less than an hour to pack my hiking pack, Brock comes at 9am and we are off. I meet the other guy who is to be part of the music video and he reminds me of my old friend Gabe. The band is called The Dope Hippy Tribe and the three of us are off to spread the message that a hippie doesn’t need to have to enjoy the smell of flowers, or love hugging trees, and that maybe its just someone that has a deep fondness for life. With lyrics that sport boxing metaphors while aiming for the most uplifting and positive message possible, The Dope Hippy Tribe brings a new message to both the world of hip-hop and the hippie subculture. Through our initial talks I can feel myself awakening from a haze. Almost like there is a fog that is leaving the inside of my eyeballs letting me focus on the things that I feel are important. The more I ride and talk, the more thankful to have these two new companions.

(This is the part where I tell about some dope place to check out if you, reader, are ever in the area)

The idea of taking drugs is brought up. My friends are down but they are not sure what to get or where to get it. I tell them that if we go to Owsley’s Golden Road in Boulder that the chances that we pick LSD are close to 100. They ask me how I can be so certain and I tell them the story of Owsley quick: Owsley was a guy that worked as The Grateful Dead’s sound guy. When The Dead discovered LSD Owsley was one of the first to manufacture it on a large scale and was said to have produced more ten million hits of acid over the span of his life. When we arrived in Boulder and the three of us walked in to Owsley’s Bar, we talk to a grand total of two people before we find exactly what we were looking for. The guy that gave it to us didn’t even ask for a price and we ended up paying what we thought was fair. It felt right to attain LSD in this way.

Brock goes to sleep early. It’s just my new friend and I all night. It was on this night that I learned about learning. When we were both trippin my new friend got into his music. He would go so hard that I felt that he was an incarnate of some ghoulish entity that I had direct access to and was beaming me information from the nether world strait to my cranium. When I look back upon this situation rationally, that is exactly what happened. Throughout the night we talked through the eons and I was able to learn what makes this man the way he is. There was something hellish that drove his bones to action and over the night I could feel myself changing into something new that was now capable of supporting this new information and way of life. It was a nice upgrade to my personal operating system. The way of the skull hippy.

We did not sleep that night and as the morning rolled in and our friend Brock woke up we prepared for our big day; or we attempted and failed at a preparation more like. We neglected to charge our cell and couldn’t seem to follow the simple instructions of google maps and so missed out on many opportunities. When it was time for the music video we were all nervous that we would continue to miss out and therefore miss our biggest opportunity of the day.

At the time of first meeting the rapper Hi Rex I felt that his presence was lack luster but looking back I think he matched the emotion of the atmosphere and then did the part of the musician that he was, and the musician that he was was all about the money. The more I think about it the more respect I have for the guy. I mean, he is a sell out of an artist but owning the sell out title so well that he breaks through the idea of selling out and creates an artistic image of his own right. Praise to the dollar.

The man that really caught my attention was his producer. First impression of this guy was that he was full of himself. Muscle shirt, gold chains, and some sort of punk ass sunglasses on. I played his game to find wisdom it would have otherwise taken me years to find. His message was simple and emphasized hard work. We were able to shoot a short video for my youtube series- “bang stories” which he turned into a life lesson rather than some story of having sex with a girl. He told me of his affiliation with sales star Grant Cardone and of his books that’s scheduled to be published next month. It was more learning and more upgrades all day from these guys.

The camera we rented was a Cannon 6d. I had never even held one in my hand before. It was a magnificent piece of equipment. Like a beautiful woman; nothing ever needed to be forced when it comes to these guys. I loved using the camera and while we were shooting the video I got creative as possible. After we were done shooting I could feel a huge sense of relief come over Brock who praised me time and again for taking charge during the shooting. There was a moment in the sunlight on the streets of Denver where Brock looked into my eyes and he was able to show me how happy he was. The great part for me was that I was able to empathize with him all the way up. It feels good to serve and provide value to other people. In the end its all selfish and I really only do it for me, and that’s exactly why it feel so good to serve other people.

On our way back to Boulder, and to my new life, we stopped at Red Rocks amphitheatre to take one final shot of Brock dropping a prophetic verse on the main stage. Who knows what is to come in the future. As far as I’m concerned we could all die tomorrow be perfectly all right.

Peace out Utah. I’m here now instead. I’m still a little sore from the ass kicking I got from Powder Mountain this year but learned a valuable lesson of discernment between the people that work for an entity and the the entity itself. So grateful to everyone I was able to meet at a personal level and hope that they do their best to keep the thoughts of the corporate beast out of their heads and remember that people are people and should be treated in much the same way. This Colorado thing is feeling more right than anything ever has in my life. I have a few things to take care of before I can really start to expand but if there ever was a place to do it that place is here, and of course if there ever was a time, its tomorrow cause I’m going to bed! Lol.

The Salt Lake City Bike Collective

There is one big major thing that comes to most people’s minds when the word Utah is mentioned. Not the amazing skiing and snowboarding, not the arches and national parks, maybe The Great Salt Lake, but the thing that comes to most people’s minds is the Mormons. Utah’s populations is more than 60% LDS and it shows. Road names like North Temple and towns like Eden show some of the influence. Sunday mornings they take over the city as people with long conservative dresses or white collared shirts are out on every corner. One thing that I found surprising about Utah was that the homeless population is greater here than possibly even New Orleans (now that I think about it, no fucking way). There is an entire 5 block area downtown Salt Lake that has been taken over and is now tent city. My explorations of the city has been to shows, parties, bars, jobs, and mostly just walking around. At backyard show at Kilby Court a DJ told me that Salt Lake is in a pivotal position between becoming a place for real creativity and inspiration, or just a place like everywhere else. That phrase hits it right on the nose and will stick with me for a long time to come.

Coming off a lifties salary from the winter, I am in massive hustle mode just to make ends meet. A good friend of mine tells me of a place that will allow you to trade your time in for a bike in a work trade type of agreement. After that you can continue to volunteer hours for upgrades to the bike. Fridays and Sundays 9-12 (2312 S West Temple) are volunteer hours where anyone can come in for work. A small part of the job is cleaning but most of the job is disassembling bikes and organizing the parts for reuse. I learned so much about bikes in the short time that I spent at the Bike Collective. Next time a go back I will be assembling bikes from the many different parts that are kept in the shop and then the time that I go back after that I will be participating in a class that they offer; something to do with bikes I assume. All I know is that I am down to be a part of whatever it is that they have going on.

While putting in my time today I spoke with one of the older guys that volunteers there regularly. As we talked I found myself listening to his stories of long bike trips that he would take across the country and was immediately impressed with the idea of a long trip for myself. That conversation and consequently the journey must have been the reason connected with the Bike Collective as the shop manager (a college student going for environmental studies… classic) was more than happy to design and build a bike specifically for a journey cross country. Super thankful for having found this gem along my journey and looking forward to my next visit.

Utah is a super dope place where I have been able to naturally build relationships that have depth without having to try too hard or search too far. It’s like there is a group of people living here that react impressively against the shallow thought of Mormon culture with something that is real to profound levels. Tonight I am going to head over for drinks with the environment studies guy from the shop and on Sunday I will be able to finish up my 6 hours of work. It does take some searching but there is some amazing things happening here in Utah. Here’s a raised glass to hoping that this spot does becomes that creative place that the DJ was talking about because I can see that its already happening.