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Hello, greetings and welcome. Welcome to a new beginning, for this tape will serve you as a new beginning. That's right, a new beginning, as we're about ready to begin. On this recording, music specifically created for its pleasurable effects upon your mind, body and emotions is mixed with a warm orange colored liquid. Your body is now a glass container. You can smell the orange colored liquid, for the deeper you go, the deeper you go. And if there's extra saliva there, swallow it and take yourself down deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

Choose.

I will be your guide in this journey, and I hope to be of help without intruding any more than is absolutely necessary. You may just possibly detect from my voice that I am Irish, and now I leap forward in time. The answer is blowing in the...

I am calm and calm. I am relaxed and relaxed. I am the loop that goes 'round and 'round in your head, flowing warmth. Whoever you think you presently are, thank you. Hmmm...it's far out. It's far out. All that you read, all that you see, all that you hear. Filling up your head... orange colored liquid. It is nice to relax, isn't it. Put the key in the lock, unlock the door, and a fountain of ears is available. If possible, in our modern world, listen for your eyes in your ears. We will continue this pattern until we have reached the Infinite Everything. Now put on some undergarments and go deeper, and deeper, and deeper...

I didn't know that, I didn't know that...
(Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde.)
Get excited about it. Yeah! Whoo!
Whoo! Man, I'm tellin' ya.
Woah! You ready, huh? Alright. Whoo!
Man, that's exciting. Isn't that awesome?
Me. Wow! Unbelievable.
You'll never be the same again after this weekend, will ya?
Style is much more important than substance.
That was all there was?
Aye! Yeah! That's right. You know what I'm sayin'?
(No!) Yeah!
Whoo! I'm tellin' ya. Man.
I just washed my hair.
Thought: you have to stretch it very hard
and it's as hard as a brain.
I didn't know that, I didn't know that... ooh, Man.

I didn't know that, I didn't know that...
(Le cinéma, c'est vingt-quatre fois la vérité par seconde.)
Get excited about it. Yeah! Whoo!
Whoo! Man, I'm tellin' ya.
Woah! You ready, huh? Alright. Whoo!
Man, that's exciting. Isn't that awesome?
Me. Wow! Unbelievable.
You'll never be the same again after this weekend, will ya?
Style is much more important than substance.
That was all there was?
Aye! Yeah! That's right. You know what I'm sayin'?
(No!) Yeah!
Whoo! I'm tellin' ya. Man.
I just washed my hair.
Thought: you have to stretch it very hard
and it's as hard as a brain.
I didn't know that, I didn't know that... ooh, Man.

(In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight.)

A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Kill em'. I wish I was a boy.
A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Ah, Ow, Ah, Ow.
C'mon, Clap, clap, clap.
Alright that's the attitude.
Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, Ah, Ow.
And, I wish I was a boy.
A cold freezin' night.
Holy cow!
Why do you always get away with things?
It's not fair, I tell ya. It's not fair.
I wanna blow your brains out with...
I am gonna kill you.
I need to think of something, so you stay alive
as long as I want you to, because so I can kill you.
You are such an idiot idiot idiot idiot.
I can kill you with a rifle...
a shotgun, any way I want to.
Probably by cutting your toes off and working my way up,
towards your brain.
A cold freezin' night. Oh, Baby.
Oh, sing with me! Sing with me!
Boys do tougher than girls, I know that.
And, I wish I was a boy.
And he is a asshole.
He is that asshole.
He's takin' a box off of his asshole.
I wish I was a boy.
Kill 'em.
I'm gonna kill you.
I'm gonna rip your hair off.
You're gonna be bald, and everybody's gonna think...
Ay! A cold freezin' night.
Oh, Baby.
Ah, Ow, Ah, Ow.
Sing with me! Sing with me!
I believe I can soar.
Ayo, Uh! Ay.
Shake your booty.
(giant swordfight)
You are such a NERD.
Asshole.
I wish I was a boy.
You're gonna get busted.
Kill 'em! Dead.
I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna rip your hair off.
You're gonna be bald, and everybody's gonna think:
"Eh, look at Meredith, she's an idiot, ha ha ha."
(Yo, hey _______ a nerd. You're a nerd! Ha ha ha ha ha!)

[Reverse]Behold the finite set of thirteen convex figures
The irrational sine versus tangent 45

Behold the finite set of thirteen convex figures
The irrational sine versus tangent 45

And we genuflect before pure abstraction
1.05946, twelth root of two, amen

To begin again

To whom we revenerate seven pieces,
endlessly manifold, self-contained revealed, replete

With all respect, we beseech the books of figures
Make us your analog, to begin again

(laughter)
Nuttiness.

...Oh you think you're gonna do something different than what
I'm doing right now.
...just having a nice pleasant conversation with your friends.
...whatever you do this is a wonderful phrase by Gandhi.

...God!
I am who I am, and what I am, and I will be what I will be. Ok?
Present tense: I am who I am. Not was to be, but I am.
Can you imagine that? I am who I am.
I am who I am.
I will be who I am and what I am.
I will be who I am and what I am.
In other words, I'm going to do it. I am who I am.
I am what I am.
I will be who I am. What I am I will be.
Not going to be. Not was.
I am who I am! I am what I am! And I will be what I will be!
You are who you are and who you are. Who you are!
Who does he think he is?

this extraordinary time in history
with consciousness' exploding and developing
take the room that you need to rotate and love

to be in this world
to be a fleshy temple
allow the deep energy to flow through from below

realize that your eyes are made up of atoms that are microscopic and are mostly space
they are in fact filled with the substance of your life, your very essence fills these spaces
and even if through accident or by surgery those powerful structures are removed from your body, relax
let go
expand
there's more space there, than there is matter
more space to relax

you do so much work
so much going on
old, and used up at the atomic level
give yourself a rest
allow yourself to release
through your nose, through your mouth
and into the spaces located just about an inch or an inch and a half below your metaphorical heart
and about 2 inches behind who you were meant to be
allow greater clarity
finer attunement
the ability to hear essence speak
to allow your brain to expand.

this muscle that pumps the magic of your hands
deep brilliant golden teeth, beaming through the transverse colon
you too were carved giving your self the buddha belly
with love
with the passage of food over millions of years
realize for a moment that the average human brain only uses 5% of their brain
the other 95% is available.

yeah... and if it's a wall, then you should cast a shadow.
or maybe possibly, it's a thought you think is true,
when you appear to be: belief, belief.

I never loved a wall so much.

hey yeah...
asleep in a chair,
where the two go click.

Look at the floor, flat pattern order.
oh, it's the great power one receives from a very modest source,
oh, and you don't feel a thing,
when you drink from the springs of living water.

--- "Hello Mary. Called to, um, wish you good evening and, uh, wish you good rest. And tell you how much I, uh, enjoyed your company, uh, last evening. It, uh, really felt good to lay down next to you. I didn't realize how much I missed that feeling." ---

--- "Bob, you mess up the telephones up there? Give me a call when you get a chance." ---
--- "If I was her I'd whip ya good" ---
--- "Good morning, Mary. I thought I'd call you before I left to catch the bus..." ---

--- "Hey, Robert, you get your dog house built?" ---

--- "Mary, I would whip Bob good, 'cuz he ain't no Alexander Graham Bell on his telephone." ---

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I was born with a teacup on my head,
Copper tin and lead, ash and dust.
Sky color: Indiana Red,
Like Kansas, Oklahoma, plus a thousand years of rust.

Examine it carefully before it's set ablaze,
Take it all in before it's gone, gone, gone.
Let's notice everything, I mean every grain of salt.
Let's be thorough to a fault and next time
we'll build it twice as strong.

And all of this will disappear as quickly as it came,
The fire and the rain oxidize and rearrange
Focus on the pain,
Focus on the way to get out.

Virginia, 1902.
There was nothing we could do, cracked bell fell off a train,
Slow walking down Cedar Avenue,
I came to find you, I came to feel urbane.

No more speed, no more direction,
No more push and pull, and no more lessons,
Save it for the afterlife, don't want to hear your confessions,
It's the hammer walking, then it's the hammer down.

And all of this will disappear as quickly as it came,
The fire and the rain oxidize and rearrange
Focus on the pain,
Focus on the way to get out.

Alright now, shhhh, I have the nicest surprise for you,
but you first must wash your face and get ready...
(splashing) hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...
Listen carefully... shhh. I want to tell you a story about Hip Hop.
Hello little Hip Hop.
The flowers liked Hip Hop, and Hip Hop liked the flowers. (Yes.)
He lived with his sister, Skip Hop (La la la...)
and his brother, Slide Hop. (Hey.)
He never rests. He beats and whirrs and whirrs so fast that you can't
tell what he looks like. (Thump thump, prrrrrr, click click, quack.)
Little Hip Hop started to hop, Skip Hop didn't know when they would
ever stop. Hip Hop for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Look at all the pretty flowers... (Acht, zeven, zes, grapefruit.)
One day, Hip Hop took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and jumped...
"ahhhhh!"
Poor Hip Hop, there was was, right in your house... ooooh.
("Be careful!", "Hello Canada!", "...like Buddhists",
"That's all-natural.", "Nein!", "Gezichts-massage.")
"I closed my eyes and jumped until... Thump!
I didn't mean to hop into your home, really I didn't!"
One small tear came. "Stop crying little Hip Hop,
I'm glad you came to see me. I get lonesome
with no one to make me laugh. Ho ho ho!"
And off they went with a hop and a hip,
a skip and a slide, all happy inside.
Their heads bobbed up and down...
How funny he looks, jumping up and down, whirling in the air...
and the flowers love him. He's always around some flowers.
Now you see the trouble little Hip Hop got into.
It was all because he didn't look where he hopped...
and even the flowers talk to each other, like people do,
but the sounds they make are different.
Listen carefully, and try to understand what they say.

And I see

The hold-out boy and the weather girl,
know the wind moves in a patient way
Like a two-decade day

The man in the mouth of a drain
Laughing and chewing erasers
Like a black dog in the snow

Write in relief and sleep again
and you cant believe your eyes
and you cant find your pen
and the man in the hole
is your new friend's friend

Symmetrical foot in your mouth
and your high speed legs
Your knee-jerks a mark of distinction
It's an elevator put-on

Count your dollar, only one
and count it again
one one one
You can't count it when your dead, no
You keep a pure nose
Write in relief and sleep again
and you get in the hole,
with your new friend's friend
and he cant believe his eyes
and he can't find his pen

And the meteorological man
With a whirl-wind girl
And a mote in the sun
And a squid in a bag
And a raccoon hat
And a talking plant
And a careful goat
In a sewer system shaft

Putting your body on the line here, so tuning in now to the feet. You might try lifting them up towards the ears, and when you feel comfortable with it, allowing your eyes to close gently, in your mind's eye. Your being merges with the garbage, becomes one with it, so that all your energies in this moment are held in awareness by the smells, and remembering that there is no one right way to doing the dishes. And let go completely of the question of time. When this happens, as an experiment, see if you can float on a rubber raft into a big pot of boredom, letting it all cook in your mind's eye, where it cooks all by itself, stirring it, perhaps, every once and a while.
Is that ok with you?

Stare at yourself in the mirror until you feel a burning sensation. Now remove your head completely, your head is floating in the air.

With your left brain, close your eyes. Stick out your tongue to the universe, and imagine your own peculiar vibration. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Several thousand years of external happiness and exaltation of our psyche. Free we are from complexities.

Relaxing, relaxing, relaxing, relaxing...

As we go down the elevator, as you continue to listen to the sound of my voice... (number three) As you drink this water day after day after day (number two) Don't allow your eyes to move from this spot for a moment. That's it! (number one) Your eyes remove themselves from your body, for your own good. Your mind will become a sponge, you're a masterpiece, a work of art. You are becoming, beyond any shadow of a doubt... Blue Rose. Blue Rose!

Look out there though. Look:
First there is an L, and then there is an O, and then there is a V, and then there is an E. A box of LOVE in the meadow of your mind... Keep the lid on it!

And this becomes your reality. That's right. And at any time you feel yourself weaken in any way you think the word 'food'. This is your trigger word and the moment you think or say the word, from this very moment on, you will only eat. You gain enormously in weight, and all desire for self-esteem will disappear, and so it is, and so it is. And you now have an unseen assistance:

And it feels so good, so relaxed, and so at east,
and you're becoming the world and everyone in it.