The psychonaut's guide to the multiverse.

the wind, she whispered.

the wind, she whispered through fields of grass blades who bow to even her faintest murmurs and spend their time catching the scattered rays of soft sunlight shining from a somewhat cloudy Irish sky so they may briefly glisten like emeralds as she passes through their realm; vast and limitless they are only the quick choppy waves on the great open sea, a mere decoration on a trinket adorning a small article of a much larger set in a never ending collection of what can only be described as a miraculous and majestic environment, lacking any explanation, shrouded in mystery and mythology but providing every need or desire one could ever dream to imagine.

The Third Man Factor

I just heard about this book; it seems very interesting.

The Third Man Factor is a biography of an extraordinary idea: That people at the very edge of death, often adventurers or explorers, experience a sense of an incorporeal being beside them who encourages them to make one final effort to survive.

If only a handful of people had ever experienced the Third Man, it might be dismissed as an unusual delusion shared by a few overstressed minds. But the amazing thing is this: over the years, the experience has occurred again and again, to 9/11 survivors, mountaineers, divers, polar explorers, prisoners of war, solo sailors, aviators and astronauts. All have escaped traumatic events only to tell strikingly similar stories of having experienced the close presence of a helper or guardian.

The mysterious force has been explained as everything from hallucination to divine intervention. Recent neurological research suggests something else. In The Third Man Factor John Geiger combines history, scientific analysis and great adventure stories to explain this secret to survival, a Third Man who — in the words of legendary Italian climber Reinhold Messner — “leads you out of the impossible.”

http://thirdmanfactor.igloocommunities.com/

ever feel this way?

“under moonlight”

at the edge we looked down. “it’s a long way to the bottom” jeff stared, “at least five hundred feet.”  a tiny river in the distance sparkled in the light of the full moon. there were no clouds, just bright twinkling stars that seemed to pulsate to the rhythm of the night. the sky was a dark shade of blue-purple with a misty violet. the grass, each blade blowing in the brisk breeze appeared light blue and nursed fresh dew that was beginning to soak into the bottom of my faded old blue jeans. the wind rustled through the few scattered trees behind us playing in their branches making a sound more beautiful than the greatest of all man made instruments. the mountain range beyond the river watched over us with an interested grin.

“do you think he…” i knew he was thinking it, but i didn’t want to finish saying it. i pondered the possibility, but the moment the full thought of the reality filled my mind it shot right back out like a magnet pressed against the wrong side of another magnet.

“i don’t know, i mean…” jeff stared down past the cliff and the rocks, as if looking for a sign on the earth below. nothing. nothing visible at least. we could only see blue, the rays of the moon bouncing off the millions of tiny blades of grass below; all wet with dew and swaying in the breeze. we’re not accustomed to moonlight. it has a certain effect on people. on perception. everything you see at night is filtered once by a huge reflective sphere that appears to glow and run laps around the sky. how ridiculous. how beautiful.

the overwhelming intensity of it all; of my thoughts, of what just happened, of existence. it grabs me. my eyes swell up. the tears dampen the dry sweat on my face and my eyes begin to burn. tiny rivers glimmering in the moonlight slip down my cheeks and my fists clench into furious white balls of frustration. i get chills; goosebumps and my skin begins to crawl at the same time. anxious, my gut clenches and i feel nauseous. why do i have to face this burden? why doesn’t anybody understand?

i dive. falling; the cold air rushing past feels like water splashing down on me and i feel like i’m being cleansed. all of that negativity has been ripped away and i wish i could live like this forever. my shirt is flapping violently against my face, slapping me, keeping me awake; telling me i don’t want to miss this. the millions of tiny blades of grass all seem so real to me now, each one with their own drops of dew, reaching up to greet me; waiting until they can soak my old faded blue jeans as they blow in the breeze.

Nuclear Weapon Disarmament

Do you ever just wish things were like they were during WWII? To see what it’s like to actually have faith in your government, to believe that the wars they are fighting are justified, to know that your friends and relatives in the military are fighting against an evil empire and not for one.

I think it’s been about sixty-five years since America has been a beacon of hope to this God forsaken world we’re living in. The Japanese people didn’t deserve to be bombed toward the end of WWII. America was just so tired of losing soldiers and sick of war itself that we didn’t care how it ended as long as we came out on top. The minute those bombs were dropped our country changed; the world changed. We stopped being the great liberating force of freedom and became something to be feared and rightfully so. For this reason it is understandable for other countries to use us for an example and start nuclear weapons programs; they are afraid.

I agree with nuclear disarmament mostly because it is a step back in weapons technology; Obama is right in admitting that having the ability to kill hundreds of thousands of people with one weapon is a bad thing. I welcome this advance in human civilization because it is a possible gateway for the abolishment of other weapons of mass destruction like chemical and biological warfare. All other countries might not follow our lead at first, but I think the international tensions will be lightened so much that we will at least gain respect and allies as we show our humanitarian side and establish our long lost role as the ‘good guys’ once again. Eventually though if nuclear disarmament was real in America other countries would follow suit, and as for the threat of attacks on a nuke-free America; those who launched the attack would most likely be considered malicious by most of the world and fought against with ferocity that hasn’t been displayed since we put Nazi Germany in it’s place.

The cinic might say, “but tyrants wont fear us anymore! they will attack us!” but I am not so sure that ‘fear tactics’ are the best way to go about global politics. You might not want to fight the bully on the block because you’re scared of him, but you sure as hell wont invite him to any of your birthday parties! The same goes for international policy; if we prove to be a threatening country, other countries will not look to us for guidance and we’ll eventually be just like the empirical nations we fought so valiantly against in the Great World Wars of the 1900’s.