Beatniks Bumtrips B******t

Jedidiah Jackson
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Experimental audio meets Beat poetry and philosophy - A field-recoded journey through literature consciousness and counterculture. You have found the BBB- your secret audio dose of acid. We record the moment where spirit makes its wild plunge into matter. These are spontaneous conversations about mysticism poetry art music total b******t sci fi paranoia dream utopia and friendship- raw sounds, real voices, and the rhythm of thought. We record the future through fresh poetry. We record the past by romantic audio narratives. There are adventures around the world and other dimensions.

  1. North Africa Erotic Currents

    APR 1

    North Africa Erotic Currents

    Luxor Temple — After Sunset I am in the Luxor temple remember the erotic currents, I felt in North Africa Beatniks Bumtrips Egypt This is where it all happens. This is where you throw a party and everyone vanishes at once — a soft popping sound in the dark. This is walking through the temple at Luxor. This is reaching the nipples — the divine conduit, everlasting life, mouth at the mother’s bowl. This is power. This is the fat steeple. This is the sunray turned to granite, floated up the Nile, lifted by hands, taken north, sister obelisk in Paris. Ali Ali Akbar — a call, a prayer, a yoga of the throat. Sunset in Luxor. Lights coming on along the Nile. Where do you store the most sacred objects when they are not in use? Dig a hole? Bury ten thousand sphinxes? Hide it in the elbow? There is a rumor — a map in the elbow of the Great Sphinx of Giza. Blueprints in stone. I am on a slab of granite, line of sphinxes running south, session to session, temple to temple. Two weeks in North Africa. When I stepped off the plane my feet tingled into the knees. Africa rose through bone. I forgot where I landed. Madagascar? Minnesota? Memphis? Memory sliding. Body exhausted. East to West. Market to canyon. Spring water rising through sand. Donkey tied with competence. A woman stronger than my fantasy. Fez corridors. Kittens everywhere. Ancient tannery air. Mall fluorescent hum. Desert women at a hidden lake. Drum circle sparks in Marrakesh. Heat in the body, stored, not spent. Arrival in Egypt. Pink halls of the old museum. Typewriter labels. Mummified crocodiles. Herons painted like early cubism. University girls by a carved slab. Black nails against gold earrings. Hand touching hieroglyph. A buzz. Energy carried forward — into artists, into a film set in a carpet shop, into the tight crawl of pyramids where breath thickens and strangers meet in narrow passage. Downtown Cairo — motorcycles, dust, palm shadows. Arabic typewriter on a plastic table. Coconut milk. A girl with red lips smiling through rules and introductions. Encounters like leaving temples — brief, luminous, unfinished. Last offering at the feet of Hatshepsut — pine resin from California, sap crystal on stone. Her terrace looks over green Nile, open sky instead of descending tomb. You rise toward her. I have not spilled the charge. I have carried it. Alertness in the eyes. Now I sit in Luxor Temple. An hour and a half on warm stone. Meditation. Stretching. Listening for the rituals layered in pillars. The body as corridor. Spirit moving through flesh. Granite as metaphor. Sunset yoga on rocks. Lights flicker on. I am part of it. Sensuality becomes awareness. Awareness becomes poetry. North Africa taught me this: be cool. Feel everything. Do not clutch. Let it rise. Let it pause. Let it go forward. Let it stop. Maybe there will be more. That is the current.

    36 min
  2. Egyptian Speed

    MAR 28

    Egyptian Speed

    Beatniks palm trips Luxor This may be my favorite interview in North Africa. Our tour guid is on Egyptian speed : He references Limitless. Bradley Cooper. Ultra mode. Access all knowledge. Ancient civilizations all used it — Egypt, Iraq, China, India. Before 200 years ago, it was in the markets. Noah warned the people. They thought they were gods already. Didn’t need God. Egypt before the flood. Atlantis. Then Kemet. Moses asks about the buildings. Pharaoh asks back: What are these pyramids? Sons of Noah scatter. Misraim comes to Egypt. Gold leaves with the Hebrews. Golden cow in the desert. Conspiracy energy rising in the back seat. Rothschilds. New world order. Why illegal? Because power is dangerous. Crocodiles once different. Temple at Kom Ombo. Hundreds mummified. Forms changed over generations. Animals gone. Species shifted. Could they speak to animals? With plants? With mind? Two secret words. Know the first — you understand birds. Know the second — you understand everything. Book of Thoth. Original buried near the Sphinx. Copy in the Nile. Aleister Crowley knew too much. Solomon understood the language of birds. City flying by the window. Luxor traffic. Motorcycles. Dust. He says: Stay in the shrine one hour. Lion-headed goddess. After midnight. She speaks if you listen. You want UFOs. He wants inner sight. “You cannot know everything. But you can know what is inside.” Masalama.

    33 min
  3. Narrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension

    MAR 25

    Narrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension

    Narrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension scene inside and out in the valley of the Kings looking for aliens found the blue cone heads and the gnarly hippo lady in SETI Mr Blue and Jedidiah Egypt Valley of the Kings SETI !!!!! Valley of the Kings — Pod in the Tomb Beatnix. Pump trips. Egypt. Plate empty. Let it drop. Let the body drop. Eyes closed. Air leaves the mouth by itself — unstoppable. Life force overflowing. Plant seeds like the mummies packed for afterlife. Spread them. Let them become river. Recorded in the Valley of the Kings. Starts in the tomb. Yellow so vibrant it’s almost noxious. Right side panel glowing. Still shining after thousands of years. This feels like a coat room. Take your shoes off before entering eternity. If this were a club, there’d be a girl taking coats. Charging wave on the wall. Rising. Falling. Sinusoid energy. Hieroglyphs staggered — not aligned with the chamber. Wave pattern. Finger wag. Nana. Heron wings spread. Bird like a woman wrapping around thighs. Mysticism. Interpretation. Unicorn scarab combo. Dung beetle pushing something. Not poop — the sun. Every night the beetle rolls the sun across the underworld and pushes it back into the sky at dawn. Ra in many forms. Falcon. Beetle. Bull. Held captive. Released. Phones glitching in the tomb. There is a hieroglyphic of a man streaming piss from his head Piss-head man barely invited to the party. Streaming wave landing at his feet. Curse talk. Offer to pee on me to reverse it. Soft because it’s hot. Valley heat logic. Switcheroo moment. Sentence leaves my mouth, enters his. Beauty swapping faces. Independent parts rearranging. Graffiti on walls of a tagging civilization. Can you tag a culture built on tag? Finally alone. Let’s meditate. Donkey sounds echoing from the ridge. Rock looks like it might slide. Atmosphere thickening on the cheeks. Counter-clockwise zodiac of white tiger faces. Orange-red spinning disk. Mummy seen from fourth dimension. Inside and outside at once. Layer inside layer inside layer. Top of the valley — air has to turn around up there. Heat exchange. Little vortexes. How many rulers? Fifty years. Hundred. Five hundred. Eight hundred. Continuous return to this one spot. Like the Vatican City — centuries of repetition. Seti chamber. Search for extraterrestrial intelligence named after a pharaoh. Modern satellites inspired by ancient walls. Braided cord running through generations. At groin level in one tomb. Higher in the next. Three hundred years apart. Same galactic line. Cord ending in heart. Cord ending in throat. Snake carrying heads. Lineage as light. DNA before DNA. Ropes and pulleys carved clearly. Workers moving the sarcophagus. Conveyor belt of eternity. Ultra crisp iconography. Penises drawn like fingers. Belly buttons like eyes. Snake running double-fisted through hands. Working it like a living thing. Inside the mountain: just stone. Carved out. Ankh — key to the afterworld. Given after the weighing. Stars on the ceiling. Blue and gold still alive. Hippo on the roof. Crocodile backpack. Tongue out. Switch point energy. Jackals ahead. Mummifiers. Valley politics without speeches — time stacked in layers. Power as repetition. Myth as infrastructure. Meditation at the top. Air turning. History swirling. Plate empty. Body dropped. Seed planted.

    35 min
  4. Sunrise Narration from the Land of the Dead

    MAR 22

    Sunrise Narration from the Land of the Dead

    Luxor — West Bank Sunrise narration. Beatniks, bumtrips, Egypt….automatic poem Rooftop. West Bank. Land of the dead. Behind two palm fronds — still black. Then blue leaks in. Roosters like cap guns. Boat engine or generator? Everything muted, like the world is wrapped in gauze. I woke you up like a Muslim prayer tower three houses from your open window All the all the Alla Turn off cell phone notifications Give it to me by the east bank Sunrise Shows off the spires, staples, mausoleums, temples, itty, bitty, t*****s shaped mountains Dramatic poem show up last I’m in the land of the dead That’s the West Bank #Luxor #temple Btw : I swore this painted door “time stop” #Mandela effect???

    34 min
  5. Lion Face Calm / notes from Cairo

    MAR 19

    Lion Face Calm / notes from Cairo

    Deepness. Foam trips. Cairo. Notes from memory Cairo airport lounge with big plastic plants and purple leather glow Everything rounded — tables, lights, even the bathrooms Perforated diner seats like a 1950s future Massive stacks of receipts, subtle yawns diffusing like tea in hot water You cannot buy real vibe Energy passed through eye contact, slow and deliberate Palm trees beyond two panes of glass, Air Cairo lifting off Low ceiling like a tomb chamber Rectangles and overlays, sharp geometry like hieroglyphs Crawling through granite passages on hands and knees Outer thigh burn from pyramids Drawing a Santa Cruz wave in mummy dust A UFO over a sarcophagus Grave robbing with your eyes Heart weighed against the feather If it’s heavy, the crocodile eats it If it’s light, you lift Stay real or your heart gets heavy Hustle and conscience in the same breath Make your heart light as a feather Arabic hieroglyphics as modern art before modern art Smooth lines, bright colors, animals and dancers A thousand dancers in one tomb driver with a shrine of cash on the dash Oh, it’s beautiful, he says, through dust and smog Traffic flowing as one organism Watermelon juice. Fresh bakeries. Golden coffee dispensers Trash fires glowing sideways in the sun Cats under plastic chairs with more dignity than people Prayer rugs under palm trees while traffic roars Motorbikes three deep with flowers and babies Horse and carriage legal anywhere The Nile carrying soil and trash and light Mansions rising from irrigated fields Streets widening from two lanes to five Go when it’s time to go. Don’t stop. Just flow Grilling corn brushed with feathers Nicotine offered by a 16-year-old with braces Arabic typewriter decoded under streetlights Luxury is never seeing the waiter until you need him The ultimate hustle: I don’t need anything Coconut milk in shot glasses poured from a giant jug Vodka on plastic tables under police with machine guns Warm yogurt spice drink smoothing the tension No-touch selfies under palm trees Everybody has a table. Everybody works the place Laughter is the real wealth Hustle your way into the toilet Warm water splashing from the flush mechanism Hookah tips in the sink Don’t go that way, they say That’s exactly the way we’re going Desert man under a TV, lion face calm Non-city cool from elemental sand A quiet hand gesture to the hookah Yeah bro, its here You are welcome

    33 min
  6. BBB Inside a Pyramid

    MAR 17

    BBB Inside a Pyramid

    A very Special place to record the BBB Beatnix. Bum trips. Indiana Jones air. Mr. Blue crouched in blue-on-blue polka dots, dust in the seams of the slabs, massive rock narrowing into throat tunnels. “This is some Indiana Jones shit.” Wooden walkway— percussion. I start singing with it. All right, all right, all right. Cinnamon night. Choose your aura. Choose your sword. Bats in the rafters like Apex platforms Sweat baptized the forehead. Pyramid power. Graffiti theology: Everything happens for a reason. Love you. Inverted hot tub of stone. White-lined chamber. Aligned to something older than Hades. Heavy emptiness. Solid vacuum. How do you make nothing weigh? Pump energy into it. E equals MC squared. A star isn’t solid. Still massive. Light shaped like papyrus. Stack it high enough, aim it right— teleport. Sarcophagus empty. Maybe it worked. Heart against feather. Pass and return. Fail and crocodile. Find your body like a video game corpse. Mask. Name above the door. Don’t get lost. Without the body— diffuse. Unbound. No ego. No edge. The body is the focusing tool. Magnifying glass for the soul. Native Americans sang their exit song. Private rehearsal for the final breath. Arrow, bear, blade— sing. Carry the self across. Belief builds the hallway. Last thought opens the door. Ten minutes in, heavy space in my bones. Unibrow humming. Do the bats leave our way or a secret one? Maybe teleportation is real and we’re annoyed about it. Slide down granite. Thighs shaking like Half Dome. Electric lights hum now. Breeze with no fan. Dance room. Just us and our shadows. Knee twist. Elbow hinge. Stone listening. Inside a hollow geometry that looks exactly like you always imagined. Echo. Whoo. That’s how it’s done.

    23 min
  7. Horse Music

    MAR 14

    Horse Music

    Mr Blue and Jedidiah are jamming through Cairo Talking about unsolvable Math and light speed and being hyped up from being inside the great pyramids of Giza. Horse Music ! is the clip club of horses hooves on a Cairo freeway on ramp mixing with the bells and trinkets bouncing with fringe and seat springs in a romantic decay horse carriage matching the beat of speaker distorted techno music over the Nile River No perfect system. Truth always leaking at the edges. You can measure the angle, trace the arc, solve for x— but x keeps moving. Approximation is The heart on one side. The feather on the other. Math gets close. Closer. Closer. But never whole. Completion collapses the mystery. Perfection shuts the door. Infinity cracks it back open. Light in a vacuum—full speed. Light in matter—slowed. Light in a body— something else entirely.

    36 min
  8. votive notes from Cairo

    MAR 12

    votive notes from Cairo

    We found them. We found a secret. Beatnix, bone trips, Cairo Grind cosmetics on slate, vaulted offerings, mother crocodile warming her babies in her mouth A fish plays hi-hat cymbals beside its open jaw Single file through Cairo with Mr. Blue and Jedidiah The pyramid is shaped like a sunray — light is eternity Travel at light speed and you live forever Egypt starts with a guy in a Santa Cruz shirt saying 69 if you know what I mean Cairo is beautiful, says the driver, as the whole city looks like dust Mosques rising over overpasses, red plastic chairs filled for hours The gentle hustle that begins with I’m just trying to help you Two crows getting sprinkler time — power animals in the median Cleopatra Hotel glowing by the fountain’s edge Osiris cut into 42 pieces and scattered across the provinces Isis flying to gather the body back together Anubis the jackal mummifying the god for one more night of life Horus the falcon losing his eye in battle and gaining a symbol of protection The Eye of Horus guarding kings from magic, sickness, and envy The sun sets here and rises again in the underworld Your heart weighed against the feather of truth Make your heart light as a feather Forty-two judges for forty-two confessions I did not steal. I did not pollute the river. I did not lie. Conscience as the scale inside your chest If your heart is light, you are given the ankh — key of life Immortality as balance, AC humming for the first time this trip in the desert Another sunrise. Another judgment. Another chance to lighten the heart

    35 min
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Experimental audio meets Beat poetry and philosophy - A field-recoded journey through literature consciousness and counterculture. You have found the BBB- your secret audio dose of acid. We record the moment where spirit makes its wild plunge into matter. These are spontaneous conversations about mysticism poetry art music total b******t sci fi paranoia dream utopia and friendship- raw sounds, real voices, and the rhythm of thought. We record the future through fresh poetry. We record the past by romantic audio narratives. There are adventures around the world and other dimensions.

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  • Creator
    Jedidiah Jackson
  • Years Active
    2023 - 2026
  • Episodes
    223
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © Jedidiah Jackson
  • Show Website
    Beatniks Bumtrips B******t