'sign of healthy emotions, a bit neurotic to have at first but if corrected can be the catalyst neccessary.' What was that Mr. G. was speaking of?
mm, per da inter views the following had a deep and long fear of hell in youth: Kurt Cobain, Elliott Smith and Thom Yorke. Yes, that was what he was talking about. Is true my re-productive friends and sometime readers of Thibetan Book o' Dead? that book did it in for two o' them (not Steve) ...all about what moves about and happens after dying and before coming back and back and back into Door B (the big Bet) of Alpha-Bet town: 'the bitch burning on a shining sheet, the only maker that you want or knew that will take you out from an open door' - Elliott Smith.
See, about the time after OK Computer both the lead singer of the Verve and Thom Yorke were off on their own just wandering around the countryside trying to get their heads on straight and change them selves and were practicing meditation and were contacted it would appear by men of the field, 'Talent' agents. Thom wasn't even sure if he could sing anymore. And then perhaps, at least so far as the Former is concerned, they experienced what it is like to have an A.B. and what it's like not to have one upon dying. That's what this song is about, and I don't mean personality type. What is left, what happens to such upon death with all the corridors out there in the 'Here' (/after)? Trust me Thom makes fun of even semi-nobles like Coldplay and won't even give them an audience as they request of him because they sing what he calls 'lifestyle' music, stuff just about lifes quaint little experiences, so it's not about that (again, check out the inter views where he says what he thinks about lifestyle music and the horror he experienced upon trying meditating). Thom, rather, is much more interested in a persons death-style, dying to one's ego and seeing what is beyond the localized ego:
"Pulk: A small sled, used for man-hauling supplies across snow and ice" - first Dictionary entry you see upon googling the word.
Man-hauling, hah.. : ( .... get it my little ones? : (
'heres a truck stop instead of St. Peter,' 'and you want to bridge the schism, the built in mechanism to protect you.' - Rapid Eye Movement/R.E.M....Amnesiac....Rapid Eye Movement....Amnesiac
'moving sidewalks, great opportunity: blinks' - R.E.M.
'letting the days go by, water moving underground, same as it ever was, and the moon, the moon: ...here comes the twister.' - Talking Heads ...revolving doors
....now what is this mechanism/door to protect you from knowing you're just food for the moon, going out the barn door?..What could I be saying, eh? I must be raving to think it's plain as a barn door. I brush the cobwebs of the sky, I sucked the moon, I spoke too soon, and how much did it cost? Astral fall, moonbeams and sail on shooting stars...I must be imagining and not very precedent, this jibe I'm jiving at. Well, you may be young and precedent but no right from wrong. Know right from wrong, or in a flood you'll build an ark and sail us to the moon...because the sky turns grey from where I am and you begin. I am up in the clouds? I am up in the clouds in a catacomb/and I can't, you know, come down. I go watch it all take part where I am and where you start and you, YOU LEFT ME ALONE...your voices raffling around my windowsill, yesterday's heavens are blown by the wind, yesterdays people are in a home scatterbrained and uh, any fool can easily pick up...and I only wish I could follow: a moving target in a firing range (planetary processes/influences we are just lubrication cells on moving sidewalks for the mercilessness of...taking us places we don't want to go after death, some are even dead before death frankly) ..broken branches trip me as I speak? just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there (samsara), someone ought to show you the way...you're so greedy and lonely: we are accidents waiting to happen...
Amnesiac's: Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors [a perfect encapsulation of the landsape of the real here/after]
There are Barn Doors
and there are Evolving Doors
[listen close, that is what he enunciates. He is speaking of the few who get out/wake up. see there are snakes and there are ladders]
doors on the rudders of big ships
[we are doors fed to the moon and the planets in this solar system (this ship) unless we evolve inside before death like doors on a rudder to the bigger Ship above this one of our solar system using us like tools]
and they are revolving doors
[reincarnation/reoccurence here on earth is hell minor and most are stuck in this until they enter a state of permanent de ja vue in one of their reoccurences here, spiralling/spiriting out, as perhaps Thom is now approaching but very, very few you see around here are going through...especially recently, no initiates left hardly. And fundamentalists (scientism/religious = same crap) are ignorant, very few go to the dissolutive psychic suffering of the lower cellular/mineral world, 'Hell Major,' and that's it, that sociopaths substances must endure seemingly endless cycles in and that Thom will speak of momentarily...trap doors down to the dust bin]
there are doors that open by themselves
[ie. open whether you planned on them or not and that take you somewhere else: death a la physical, the lesser death. This is not the second death that happens among initiates: psychological death to this life of temporal materiality while still physically in the body. Only those who conquer the second death will not have to 'go out' anymore according to the book of Revelation for all you 'people of the book.']
there are sliding doors...and there are secret doors
[there are ways to die to your ego/outward false personality (that you experience the horrid, torpid falsity of when you take hallucinogenics perhaps but that elevated people experience the sham of all the time). There is a way to evolve psychologically out of the planet of the apes here: sliding doors in us, secret doors...centers no longer stealing and usurping in us dissipating us into caricature...vast]
there are doors that lock...and doors let down
[the key is to hermetically seal yourself and open oneself to higher centers trying to break through all the time in one... letting down the door of the loft. Also I think he is speaking of certain people, as someone in a previous post here correctly remarked, who are like locked doors to other humans, doors that just let them and those around them down into dark places. they die of psychological chances in this life even before physical death because of their sadistic empty opportunism in them, the living dead....even the earliest known book of man we have found yet, Epic of Gilgamesh, speaks of such 'vampires' among the Rushes/us people. You can't imagine how many are secretly led by them.]
there are doors that let you in and out...but never open
[the astral sound made right after he says this is an indicator so you can get what he is saying. this is the development of A.B..anyone who has begun to taste it has heard this exact sound. Even someone like Art Bell on Coast to Coast radio show (most listened to show on radio at night on earth) has experienced this sound and out of body experience. it is just a beginning. See things can happen in one before the door of death opens, doors that let you in and out in this very physical life's door. This is the ladder up, now he will speak of the snake down:]
but there are trap doors....that you can't come back from
[whenever I hear him say this it scares the hell out of me the way he says it. It makes my hair stand up on the back of my neck. Until last farthings are paid there is no way to cross from one realm to another when the result of wrong ways happen to you after physical disembodiment. You just go to the recycling bin for a very long time...as John Lennon said: 'Time wounds all heels.']
I'm on your side
don't answer how
trap doors that open
I spiral down...
you're learning from zero here
'sign of healthy emotions, a bit neurotic to have at first but if corrected can be the catalyst neccessary.' What was that Mr. G. was speaking of?
mm, per da inter views the following had a deep and long fear of hell in youth: Kurt Cobain, Elliott Smith and Thom Yorke. Yes, that was what he was talking about. Is true my re-productive friends and sometime readers of Thibetan Book o' Dead? that book did it in for two o' them (not Steve) ...all about what moves about and happens after dying and before coming back and back and back into Door B (the big Bet) of Alpha-Bet town: 'the bitch burning on a shining sheet, the only maker that you want or knew that will take you out from an open door' - Elliott Smith.
See, about the time after OK Computer both the lead singer of the Verve and Thom Yorke were off on their own just wandering around the countryside trying to get their heads on straight and change them selves and were practicing meditation and were contacted it would appear by men of the field, 'Talent' agents. Thom wasn't even sure if he could sing anymore. And then perhaps, at least so far as the Former is concerned, they experienced what it is like to have an A.B. and what it's like not to have one upon dying. That's what this song is about, and I don't mean personality type. What is left, what happens to such upon death with all the corridors out there in the 'Here' (/after)? Trust me Thom makes fun of even semi-nobles like Coldplay and won't even give them an audience as they request of him because they sing what he calls 'lifestyle' music, stuff just about lifes quaint little experiences, so it's not about that (again, check out the inter views where he says what he thinks about lifestyle music and the horror he experienced upon trying meditating). Thom, rather, is much more interested in a persons death-style, dying to one's ego and seeing what is beyond the localized ego:
"Pulk: A small sled, used for man-hauling supplies across snow and ice" - first Dictionary entry you see upon googling the word.
Man-hauling, hah.. : ( .... get it my little ones? : (
'heres a truck stop instead of St. Peter,' 'and you want to bridge the schism, the built in mechanism to protect you.' - Rapid Eye Movement/R.E.M....Amnesiac....Rapid Eye Movement....Amnesiac
'moving sidewalks, great opportunity: blinks' - R.E.M.
'letting the days go by, water moving underground, same as it ever was, and the moon, the moon: ...here comes the twister.' - Talking Heads ...revolving doors
....now what is this mechanism/door to protect you from knowing you're just food for the moon, going out the barn door?..What could I be saying, eh? I must be raving to think it's plain as a barn door. I brush the cobwebs of the sky, I sucked the moon, I spoke too soon, and how much did it cost? Astral fall, moonbeams and sail on shooting stars...I must be imagining and not very precedent, this jibe I'm jiving at. Well, you may be young and precedent but no right from wrong. Know right from wrong, or in a flood you'll build an ark and sail us to the moon...because the sky turns grey from where I am and you begin. I am up in the clouds? I am up in the clouds in a catacomb/and I can't, you know, come down. I go watch it all take part where I am and where you start and you, YOU LEFT ME ALONE...your voices raffling around my windowsill, yesterday's heavens are blown by the wind, yesterdays people are in a home scatterbrained and uh, any fool can easily pick up...and I only wish I could follow: a moving target in a firing range (planetary processes/influences we are just lubrication cells on moving sidewalks for the mercilessness of...taking us places we don't want to go after death, some are even dead before death frankly) ..broken branches trip me as I speak? just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there (samsara), someone ought to show you the way...you're so greedy and lonely: we are accidents waiting to happen...
Amnesiac's: Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors [a perfect encapsulation of the landsape of the real here/after]
There are Barn Doors and there are Evolving Doors [listen close, that is what he enunciates. He is speaking of the few who get out/wake up. see there are snakes and there are ladders]
doors on the rudders of big ships [we are doors fed to the moon and the planets in this solar system (this ship) unless we evolve inside before death like doors on a rudder to the bigger Ship above this one of our solar system using us like tools]
and they are revolving doors [reincarnation/reoccurence here on earth is hell minor and most are stuck in this until they enter a state of permanent de ja vue in one of their reoccurences here, spiralling/spiriting out, as perhaps Thom is now approaching but very, very few you see around here are going through...especially recently, no initiates left hardly. And fundamentalists (scientism/religious = same crap) are ignorant, very few go to the dissolutive psychic suffering of the lower cellular/mineral world, 'Hell Major,' and that's it, that sociopaths substances must endure seemingly endless cycles in and that Thom will speak of momentarily...trap doors down to the dust bin]
there are doors that open by themselves [ie. open whether you planned on them or not and that take you somewhere else: death a la physical, the lesser death. This is not the second death that happens among initiates: psychological death to this life of temporal materiality while still physically in the body. Only those who conquer the second death will not have to 'go out' anymore according to the book of Revelation for all you 'people of the book.']
there are sliding doors...and there are secret doors [there are ways to die to your ego/outward false personality (that you experience the horrid, torpid falsity of when you take hallucinogenics perhaps but that elevated people experience the sham of all the time). There is a way to evolve psychologically out of the planet of the apes here: sliding doors in us, secret doors...centers no longer stealing and usurping in us dissipating us into caricature...vast]
there are doors that lock...and doors let down [the key is to hermetically seal yourself and open oneself to higher centers trying to break through all the time in one... letting down the door of the loft. Also I think he is speaking of certain people, as someone in a previous post here correctly remarked, who are like locked doors to other humans, doors that just let them and those around them down into dark places. they die of psychological chances in this life even before physical death because of their sadistic empty opportunism in them, the living dead....even the earliest known book of man we have found yet, Epic of Gilgamesh, speaks of such 'vampires' among the Rushes/us people. You can't imagine how many are secretly led by them.]
there are doors that let you in and out...but never open [the astral sound made right after he says this is an indicator so you can get what he is saying. this is the development of A.B..anyone who has begun to taste it has heard this exact sound. Even someone like Art Bell on Coast to Coast radio show (most listened to show on radio at night on earth) has experienced this sound and out of body experience. it is just a beginning. See things can happen in one before the door of death opens, doors that let you in and out in this very physical life's door. This is the ladder up, now he will speak of the snake down:]
but there are trap doors....that you can't come back from [whenever I hear him say this it scares the hell out of me the way he says it. It makes my hair stand up on the back of my neck. Until last farthings are paid there is no way to cross from one realm to another when the result of wrong ways happen to you after physical disembodiment. You just go to the recycling bin for a very long time...as John Lennon said: 'Time wounds all heels.']
I'm on your side don't answer how trap doors that open I spiral down... you're learning from zero here