WORD OF THE DAY: FORMULAE
Right,... that. Okay.
The song 'Better Days' is one which I have conducted numerous experiments with when utilizing ME (I am taking to using the ME abbreviation rather than writing out 'metaphysics', 'metaphysical', etc.).
The verses allow for a number of accented overtones which increase resonance and harmony. Additionally it is situated perfectly within my comfortable 'belt-tone' range where I can really hit them with my diaphragm. It generally 'works' for a karaoke night or a competition.
For a worplace Christmas party it was perfection. Walk with me,....
"And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days"
Given that it was at a Christmas party, I liked that the song begins with references to gifts and materialism. If one is not already aware/critical of the manifold levels of public degradation that goes on there, well they missed a few assignments. So anyway, a subtle jab at the whole spirit behind the thing tickled me.
What's more is that before I sang they had me announce a few door-prize winners, and then gave me one which I refused. Later in the evening he (the boss) insisted so I acquiesced, but only out of propriety. So yeah, right after giving away a few gifts and politely but publicly declining one myself (I won TWO last year so I'd have been okay with nothing) I launch into THAT bit,... and I meant it. Conviction, resolve, intent,... vibration, resonance,... harmony,....
"I need someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And thats faith and trust and peace while we're alive"
Now this bit is a different kind of personal. Over the past 3 years we have been beset by an insufferable tyrant for a landlord. She wasn't as bad when her husband was alive, but when he passed she made the situation more adverse than was necessary,... and the funny thing is that that was still the 'opportune' situation.
So anyway, recently that situation came to a head in a big way. Her son - fresh out of prison for firearms trafficking (across national boundaries no less) - decides to - in the same conversation that he's detailing the work he wants to do to our porch (which we were told was going to be done just after we first moved in,... 3 years ago,...) - inform me that he can get me a wicked-good price on a kilo of cocaine. He also mentions that the organization he operates on behalf of (I'm not using ANY names motherfuckers, this shit is STILL anonymous so don't EVEN get your panties bunched,... and I KNOW that YOU'RE looking in {if not before then definitely now!}) can readily dispose of a troublesome individual or two on my behalf should necessity dictate.
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Uhm,... am I outside my rights as a tenant in being suddenly weirded out by the whole situation? I don't want to go to the cops about it (I'm not a player hater Xp), but I don't want to deal with this shit literally in my front yard goddammit!
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There's loads more to detail, but I'll suffice to say that the housing authority has been involved (completely without my involvement - overtly OR covertly) and she (and her winner) may be in for an adverse winter.
Having detailed that tidbit of information might allow the reader to appreciate the magnitude (beyond comparison) my sensation of appreciation, joy, respect, etc. at having resolved that shit by our new residence. For one, there were a number of people in the periphery (some who surprised me) who lent a hand, often without being asked. I was quite moved to observe how many allies I have among my associations when the situation is unacceptable. I've recently uttered the words 'We could not have done it without you' more than a dozen times without embellishment or exaggeration.
What's even more, the house we're residing in is a fairly old house (30's) and is part of the resident history. This is - to some of the locals - (uncle) Sal's old place, grandma's house to others, and to no less than 6 local, young adults (my landlord's kids specifically) it was the house they grew up in. For us to be allowed to reside here is not simply a matter of credit ratings and renters history, especially in a town of 2000ish. We have - in a very real sense - been accepted and given the 'nod' (not by everyone though! It is me after all!); no small feat for 'some asshole from California'!
Now if all this were just about me, I could probably have dealed with the old landlord (and her pestilent cumstain) honestly. I welcome sufferable adversity because it makes me much stronger and far more humble, but this is about those I have sworn this secular form unto.
Now, you know you don't have all the details (but a fair idea) of the rage/frustration/dissatisfaction/malcontent/etc. that one most probably would develop over time (3 years) while living in an environment which includes the details I have mentioned, and you can probably identify with a degree of the satisfaction/relief/etc. from its resolution AND honor/sentiment/appreciation at the spirit behind it (w/ all the help). What I would like you to do now, as near as you are able (think of your image of the extant state I am describing as a scaled-down model of what my experience entailed) is to condense that entire chronological/emotional/extatic sequence into a singularity (I'll show you how later on if you aren't aware of a method). Yep,... all three years,... pile it on (but try to stack it semi-neatly).
THAT is the force I put behind that 3-line verse. It is not unusual for tears to flow when I sing ME (its mostly involuntary, but not unwelcome) and this was no exception.
"And the one poor child who saved this world
And there's 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them"
And this verse very nicely alludes to the concepts which are present as the basis of the Zonbi Ninshu(do). I contest any notion of a 'the' guy with regard to spirituality, emergence, excellence, etc. I readily find that religion - at the very least - is an abject waste of resources and speaks to the degree that up and coming generations would benefit from a reinvestment materially, ideologically/philosophically, etc. I could speak volumes on this as well, but I'll relent.
I lied. Not just the material/resources but the creative capacity that is otherwise pissed away by way of organized, established religion is truly galling IMO. I'll state one thing right now and PLEASE share this if you're inclined to:
IF THE METAPHYSICAL POTENTIAL OF THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD WERE SUCCESSFULLY HARMONIZED AND FOCUSED WE WOULD EXPERIENCE A VASTLY DIFFERENT REALITY THAN THAT WE CURRENTLY FIND EVIDENT.
"I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days"
I don't think I really need to take this one apart, do you?
Chorus -
"So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight's the night the world begins again"
Which is not only consistent with the general position of me (as the figurehead of the Zonbi Ninshu) but is likewise mirrored amongst Abrahamic traditions by way of "Shout from your rooftops that which you would hear in the streets". Such a phrase is not unlike a resolved command (which is the goal anyway); so mote it be, and He saw it and found that it was good, etc. In any case, its something that people can 'get' even if their conscious mind prevents them from getting it.
Now, you probably think that's all the formula right? Please!
If you don't mind, go BACK to the video, and WATCH it again (again, if you don't mind). The song begins with a little blond kid (hey now) poking a tune into a piano, and it is then implicitly referenced that the band singing is - in a manner of speaking - that child poking a song into the piano, and that song being the song presented.
By verse two a number of kids in the woodwork (lit) start to be drawn toward the music. Gradually they assemble, more and more, from all different directions. The band increases in volume and intensity to affect the image of the child at the piano. Light and sound dance through the forest, and the camera focuses on four trees in sequence; Truth, Hope, Faith, and Love.
By the closing of the song, the children have assembled standing together, and the singer emerges face to face with the child. The symbolism is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Now the audience probably was not aware of the contents of the video, nor the intent woven into my voice, nor any of the countless details that were driven, melded, forged, and - like a fine damascus pattern - shone on the surface of my presentation, nor indeed the years of karaoke practice which enabled that particular level of efficacy (nor the prior years of choir,... I have significant voice experience).
But, the client needs not know such things of a recipe to know it was delicious. I have been notified that it was delicious, and in that I am well pleased.
An old associate of mine - Thomas Brooks by name - dabbled in both ME (you'll get used to it, but don't be a perv) and DeathMetal. Once, during a performance, he cut a 2 1/2 gash in his arm. What happened next was what I have taken to describing (having been in the midst of my exhaustive consumption of all works Castaneda) as a simultaneous and mutual shift in the assemblage point of all who were witness.
From that experience I have come to recognize - and as stated, tested sufficiently to observe a consensus of result - that when one does it right they produce an extant state in the audience which is entirely incomparable to any other experience. Obviously there will be variances in intensity and significance, but - again as stated - it amounts to owning (or at least, borrowing the creative license to) OTHER PEOPLE'S CONSCIOUSNESS (with their participation/assent).
To do such work, I strongly advise examining the flower of life (though I prefer the image that appears in my avatar) for MANY HOURS to ensure that one has sufficiently 'got it'. The whole thing was immensely exhausting and yet strangely (not really) invigorating, and I highly recommend it to others.
P.S. Just before the final climax of the song ("I wish everyone....") I opened my eyes (I find its helpful to focus if I close my eyes) and was staring down the barrel of the boss' cellphone-camera which was recording the whole thing. I mouthed the words "You're RECORDING THIS?! FUCK!!!" before resuming the song without missing a beat. <FA checks a box on one of his 'agenda' lists labelled 'Further Market Self to Upper Management'>
P.P.S. I also identified another opponent! There was one guy who tried so very hard to downplay my performance (the opening was iffy due to volume levels but we had it up by the 3rd or 4th line),... I'll be keeping my eye on him,....
P.P.P.S. I STILL haven't given the completed formulae,... I didn't even crack the box on using notational embellishments in the scale to encode/entwine the note progression. For example, if you substitute a 3rd on the scale that progresses in a sequence of 6, 1, 2, 1 and make it say 6, 3, 2, 1,... well that's an entirely different 'statement'. ^_~
Last edited: Dec 21, 2015