Beatniks Bumtrips B******t Jedidiah Jackson

Sometimes I find my self lucky enough to be in a canopy bed with a mystic. This is a conversation we had early morning. We chat about fear, the gap between what is and is not, processing grief, fully aware sex and painting, Cecil Brown authenticity, perversion inclusion, Osho corruption, loneliness and boredom, separation from the world, Arthur M Young degrees of freedom and also deep bliss.

Sex, Meditation, drinking beer sideways, suicide notes, zen, beatnik poetry, God coming to you in ball of light, length and girth. This chat starts with 4 people. And ends with A fine explanation of how to write poetry…say the things that are quite and embarrassing and true. It’s Meher Baba’s birthday. Jedidiah is in Berlin and calls up Sean in California. Sean tells us a bit about Baba while Tiffany is packing for a Joe Dispenza meditation retreat she is leaving for the next day and Nat had just written his 219th suicide note, as a form of self therapy. A conversation that goes from pure into nasty and pure again a couple times. Tiffany had been a guest on the BBB before, check out the episode called “the white witch”. And Nat has been on a few times calling us derogatory names. A very powerful episode with him is RVMT.

Attack decay sustain release an envelope of conversation with Jedidiah and Sean.

Beatnik Poetry, Meher Baba, the secret of sleep, Murshida Ivy Oneita Duce, Cashnash, our personal released from holding the universe together with our consciousness, wood chippers, twirling eucalyptus beams, Bay Area dragon parade, a chat with Jedidiah and Sean.

Picked up John Hitchhiking. This is a wild beat conversation about death , truth, life times and the The Heart-Mind Matrix. Heart mind coherence
Out side of self
Self dissolved
I know that when I drowned
There was nothing
No sence of up or down no smell
Un conflicted behavior
Brain neurons in the heart
That rush of truth
it may be unsettling
breathing water
I went to the lake to drown
Died and found the
light at the end of the tunnle
Is the birth canal
But I’m not sure if my mother was my mother
the fisher man was also a swimmer
All the kids in town wanted to be like him
At the lake he swam out and saved me
after that he always avoided me
Maybe it was seeing my soul go back into the body
Heart mind cohesion
Bypassing thousand of years of life times
Grandmother tied me up to the grape tressal
So I’m there day after day eating Conchords until I figured it out Took all my clothes off and ran off naked
Beauty is a harvest of the truth

Jedidiah plays music on a pocket subwoofer while Sean reads beatnik poetry. They record a podcast about mind control, karma, the nodes of reality holding suffering. And then play another layer of music over the poetry. The setting is Log cabin with fier and Zelda vibes. Fat Cat sleeps on couch. There are drums and logs around sharing most the space together. Sean serves moulin tea.