“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

Where does it all come from, and how can one have it better channeled through them? From my own personal experience as well as clues left behind from the great thinkers and artists from days past, I believe it has to do with the notion of knowing versus thinking. Sounds like a simple enough broad notion, but how can one cut this notion down into more easily understood and obtainable bite size pieces?

Correlations Between Blood and Qi

What is Qi, and how does it correlate to daily life? Qi, pronounced chi, being the circulating life force is within all things, from early Chinese philosophy. It is also seen as the invisible forces that connect all things. So, how does this correlate with blood? Well besides the obvious description of a life force that is circulating, it is also written in order to regulate one’s Qi they must regulate breath, which is also one and the same with blood. I feel as though it delves deeper, though. Blood has magnetic properties, it has been shown that hemoglobin can form magnetism while processing oxygen. So, if one were to want to transfer Qi towards another object, in theory, one would just have to focus their blood flow to a specific area and one may be to emit an electromagnetic field that could react with something else. This seems to also fit in with descriptions of Reiki as well, which in essence is the ancient art form of healing through naturally occurring electromagnetic waves. If you wish to practice this, try looking at and thinking about your hand until you begin to feel more with it, with the heightened neuron senses, they must be pulling more blood supply to aid them, and therefore increasing the electromagnetic resonance. Once you have harnessed the flow until your hand becomes warm to the touch, try transferring it throughout your body, I find visualizing it as a light within your minds eye tends to aid the flow as well. We will delve deeper into the streams of Qi at a later date, but this a good place for us to dip our toes in, in The Garden of Knowledge.

Use it or Lose it

To start off this week, I feel it’s good for us to have a check in on the human brain, how it works in essence, and how I at least make it work for me. As one of the beauties of the world being that everyone is able to see things in their own light, consider these more as suggestions or reflections rather than statements, as it may work for me but not necessarily for everyone.

Plant Stimulation Through Sound

When we think about plants and sound, many stories of people reading or playing music to their plants comes to mind, but how? Well, as it turns out like a great number of other species on this planet, plants developed a defense mechanism allowing them to pick up subtle vibrations through their leaves to let them know when predators are nearby. Though they don’t use traditional auditory functionality, If you look at the shape of most they will have a broader section that reaches a point, much like cats ears.

“Take me I am the Drug; Take me I am Hallucinogenic”

Post Life, Death and Philip Glass, I felt it necessary to start moving into the other forms of art and begin discussions on where it may take us into the future, and what roads have already been paved in that direction. Where better to begin our conversation than the master of artistic immersion and metaphor, Salvador Dali.

The Ungrateful Deadhead and Company

I felt the need to write about my experience with the Dead and Company Show I went to see last night at the Moda Center in Portland Oregon. Though my initial plan was to originally write about their performance and the experience I had at the show, which overall was an amazing experience, there’s a sort of low-hanging smoke in the air of the experience which really needs to be discussed. The exploitation of the movement for personal gains.

Life, Death and Philip Glass

When we begin talking about music in this day in age, it holds a sort of weight to one’s character or essence, once their tastes have been learned. With new sub-genres coming out almost every week now it seems as though music is ever moving forward towards the horizon. What of the content of this sonic aesthetic that we hold so dearly, when you begin to ask that question you begin to see a completely different answer. It all sort of fades off into the grey, recycled beats and chord structures we’ve been using for millennia now. American folks songs, turned jazz, converted to rock, and then the latter, however, most unfortunate, is chopped up into soundbites and mashed together. Now I’m not going to say that I don’t appreciate the music of say Girl Talk or RJD2, but once one takes a peak at the man behind the curtain it brings to light what I feel is the most important question, where is it taking us? Are we supposed to believe all there is for mankind now is recycled fragments of music? To forever be overshadowed by the creation of MIDI?