My friend N recently introduced me to a hot topic at the moment in Japan:"hado"- which is about vibration patterns, in nature and in words, and particularly the effect words can have on vibrational patterns and manifestation, tested on water.
Talks of good vibes usually come from people who I get bad vibes from, but hado was also attracting interest from the scientific community, who in general are also vibe- allergic.
Dr Emoto encouraged people to do the hado test: putting two identical jars of water (or jars of cooked rice) on a bench for some time. To one you repeatedly scold with "You fool!" and the other a kindly "thankyou".
Fool water/rice aparently goes foul, thankyou water/rice goes nice, and the shape of water molecules was affected by the way it was spoken to.
This all of course was presented in a less direct way in Tarkovsky's Solaris , and his comment about behaving in a correct way toward all aspects of the universe at all times.
Which brings me to the next, and only ever discussion point: Ukraine.
A couple of weekends ago my friend B invited me to his home-town, or home village which lies on the river Ros, to be experienced with the instructions "just feel". I don't know if residents of Rokytna are much into hado, but a trip to the village always allows a different experience of how being alive feels.
One overriding sense when you visit someone else's family is usually a kind of social discomfort that blocks receptors accessing deeper experience of the good stuff. But if you concentrate, it can be put aside.
And so I felt those things that are not classes as emotions in themselves, but carry in their own molecular structure feelings that are clear in definition, if not in words, all somehow akin to when you are going through the shed and you put on your grandpa's coat.
Here are a few of them:
- a train stuffed with grandma's, leather driving caps, brass bands and gardening glove vendors.
-Each hand filled with something to eat ( "Chew! Chew! So they know you are enjoying it")
- a change in the air when a cautious dog begins to trust you
-Sunday afternoon when the sun makes you squint
-The dialog of a family gathering.
-Time as a slow deep breath
-the sight of Johnny hashing over the scents and space and forest runs in dreams that lasted the whole trip home
Hado is vibration. It is invisible, but if we tune into it we can feel it.
"We must pay respect to water, and feel love and gratitude, and receive vibrations with a positive attitude. Then, water changes, you change, and I change. Because both you and I are water" ~ Dr. Masaru Emoto
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
international womens day
i don't think i ever said "i wonder what it would feel like to be in a city where one day every single woman there received flowers except me" but in case i accidentally thought it, well, now i bloody know.
to cover my sense of rejection from society i am gonna turn up my nose and say i liked the melbourne uni womens day better: chicks all went to the pub, drank some beer and some lezzo a capella band sang a couple of songs.
nostalgia for an evening that involved lezzo a capella....
now that is a tough call.
to cover my sense of rejection from society i am gonna turn up my nose and say i liked the melbourne uni womens day better: chicks all went to the pub, drank some beer and some lezzo a capella band sang a couple of songs.
nostalgia for an evening that involved lezzo a capella....
now that is a tough call.
Friday, February 23, 2007
space ocean
In the incarnation of a dvd viewer I was recently rocketed into space to take up residence in a 1970's Russian space station.
SOLARIS.
Tarkovsky.
Outer Space ocean.
Space ocean presents people with the repercussions of their actions not in a*punch* "that'll get ya for what you did to my uncle" way, but in full examine of conscience past and present, and being constantly confronted with conscience and trying to find the right way to be, which doesn't necessarily lead to undoing any bad, any sure feeling you are now doing better, or any reward at all. But you wont be able to live with yourself if you don't do.
Space ocean keeps raising ideas and questions you can entertain yourself with forever and never come any closer to an answer.
Even Tarkovsky's enemies must've bitten their knuckles.
On the back of a pirated dvd of a Tarkovsky collection at Petrivka market he was quoted as saying something like that he wanted this film to give the message that we had to be careful and act in good faith toward all things at all times.
Was space ocean a god? A brain? Or just something that sent out mess-with-your head energy by chance when scientists zapped it with x-rays?
I am only surprised it doesn't have a title as its own specific school of philosophy.
The type in which none of the adherents claim to have any better of an idea of what it is.
The type in which all of the adherents wear a special pendant.
Friday, February 16, 2007
a victim of crime
although i put on a bold font i sit before you as a victim of crime.
but not murder, or this would be a ghost blog.
somebody tried to loosen my attachment to the material world, but not of the possessions that i didnt want anyway.
unfortunately it wasn't confidence tricksters or a shyster in that coin under the walnut shell game, but a comparatively boring burg. But not that boring. The configuration they made with the possessions i didn't want anyway looked pretty jazzy.
cops even came. one did the dust for fingerprints thing. when i saw that everyone except me was allowed to go through the crap that remained it made me really pleased that i wasn't the owner of any kind of self stimulating equipment or substances.
the final verdict was that the thieves "knew what they were looking for".
but even when i am not sure what i am looking for I don't throw absolutely everything in the flat in the middle of the floor. and anyway, what they were looking for was all on one desk, so the cupboards didnt even need to be opened.
that was what criminals probably refer to as a 'superfluous gesture'.
just in case they decide to return to the scene of the crime i have decided to spare them thier energy by not cleaning up, then if they forgot anything last time they will know exactly where it is, and cause no further disturbance.
unfortunately, attempts not to disturb the evidence have meant the dog and i are only free to move in about a one by one and a half metre area of living room, which may not be viable in the long term.
please, if you are out there dear junkies from the 9th floor of my building who hang out on the stairs and apparently monitored my movements, if there is anything you put down for a second and kicked yourself about afterwards, stick a little post it note on the door. i am sure we can come to an agreement.
but not murder, or this would be a ghost blog.
somebody tried to loosen my attachment to the material world, but not of the possessions that i didnt want anyway.
unfortunately it wasn't confidence tricksters or a shyster in that coin under the walnut shell game, but a comparatively boring burg. But not that boring. The configuration they made with the possessions i didn't want anyway looked pretty jazzy.
cops even came. one did the dust for fingerprints thing. when i saw that everyone except me was allowed to go through the crap that remained it made me really pleased that i wasn't the owner of any kind of self stimulating equipment or substances.
the final verdict was that the thieves "knew what they were looking for".
but even when i am not sure what i am looking for I don't throw absolutely everything in the flat in the middle of the floor. and anyway, what they were looking for was all on one desk, so the cupboards didnt even need to be opened.
that was what criminals probably refer to as a 'superfluous gesture'.
just in case they decide to return to the scene of the crime i have decided to spare them thier energy by not cleaning up, then if they forgot anything last time they will know exactly where it is, and cause no further disturbance.
unfortunately, attempts not to disturb the evidence have meant the dog and i are only free to move in about a one by one and a half metre area of living room, which may not be viable in the long term.
please, if you are out there dear junkies from the 9th floor of my building who hang out on the stairs and apparently monitored my movements, if there is anything you put down for a second and kicked yourself about afterwards, stick a little post it note on the door. i am sure we can come to an agreement.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
gone all skypey
My dad wanted to do something spectacular for me and my brother when we were in Prague.
He had the idea of using these modern times better, so that we didnt have to get a phone card and run to a functioning phone booth to get 2 minutes talk time for 10 bucks just to stay in touch.
He is a modern man.
He decided, and he didnt care how much it cost, he was going to buy us a skype.
My mum pointed out that she thinks you can get it on the computer, and that she thinks it is free. "Well, you know what I mean Kate. Lets get them all on the skype."
Keen to share the technological wave my parents are surfing, I did get myself a skype.
Begin: skype mania.
Mum was right, it did come from the net.
You can download all sorts of stuff onto it, mp3s and all that, but you should be careful of viruses. Maybe run a virus scan. In case it has trojan horses on it.
I saved mine as a jpeg onto the hard drive, just to be sure. But actually the only way you can really be sure is to back it up. Or get one of those encryptions.
He had the idea of using these modern times better, so that we didnt have to get a phone card and run to a functioning phone booth to get 2 minutes talk time for 10 bucks just to stay in touch.
He is a modern man.
He decided, and he didnt care how much it cost, he was going to buy us a skype.
My mum pointed out that she thinks you can get it on the computer, and that she thinks it is free. "Well, you know what I mean Kate. Lets get them all on the skype."
Keen to share the technological wave my parents are surfing, I did get myself a skype.
Begin: skype mania.
Mum was right, it did come from the net.
You can download all sorts of stuff onto it, mp3s and all that, but you should be careful of viruses. Maybe run a virus scan. In case it has trojan horses on it.
I saved mine as a jpeg onto the hard drive, just to be sure. But actually the only way you can really be sure is to back it up. Or get one of those encryptions.
quirky?
That word got a lot of airtime in describing a glut of post Twin Peaks tv shows that threw unlikely dialogues into the usual soap mix , eg "I am wearing a cat on my head today, please don't bother me".
Luckily this was soon identified as contrived zany, and 'quirky' fell out of fashion again.
Not completely.
It resurfaces so often in written materials about Ukraine that it is odd to see a text without it.
It sure made me excited to move here. The idea of an (albeit impoverished) Wonka -land of amusing characters certainly holds a charm. My antennae were on the alert: for the first couple of months I acted like I was flicking through a giant Where's Wally book, trying to spot the oddity. Yeah, I spotted a few.
But there is of course something problematic about this approach, ie the danger of becoming one of those repugnant hostel types in expensive and incongruous climbing gear, for whom the world performs in anecdotes.
It is worth asking if a quirk highlights disfunction of the quirky or the the banality of the non quirky? Or the lack of 'human' at the core of an esteemed idea of rationality?
I don't want to be the straight man in all of this, but I want to be in all of this. At any rate, Ukraine doesn't hold exclusive rights on eccentricity, but it deserves a mention in the credits.
Who can really predict the weather? And what do we really need to know? Last week for three days running the weather report had the symbol of a question mark. As if the Bureau of Meteorology was sick of all the layman smart mouthing and acknowledged "Look, this week is anyones guess". The good news was that the forth and fifth days had a sun, so everything was going to be alright.
There have been two times where a pair of shoes with nobody in them, stand neatly on the median strip, as if someone was waiting for the traffic to clear and suddenly vanished. But if they had been spirited away, why had the shoes remained? why did the rest of their clothes go invisible but the shoes not? Had they been otherwise naked? Were there any witnesses? By the next day in both cases the shoes had disappeared. Perhaps there had been a time lag in teleportation, like in a long distance phone call, or that the shoes were too heavy and had to be sent in a different parcel.
As is the fashion in lots of places, a mobile operator has put cameras in various cities and you can go on the internet to look at the city square. It is not a live web cam kind of thing , but a series of photos of the town. Kind of. It is clear that he person who posts the photos has to amuse themselves somehow. Or express themselves artistically. At any rate, to communicate something to whoever is trying to get a feel for a city, and doesn't know any other way than to google.ua it. One city has two photos taken at different times of a rainy day. The camera had also been rained on, so it was difficult to see what city it was. But there is atmosphere. In another city a seagull had sat right next to the camera and adopted a number of poses. It looked like there was some kind of town behind the seagull, but lets say it isn't the star of the show.
Luckily this was soon identified as contrived zany, and 'quirky' fell out of fashion again.
Not completely.
It resurfaces so often in written materials about Ukraine that it is odd to see a text without it.
It sure made me excited to move here. The idea of an (albeit impoverished) Wonka -land of amusing characters certainly holds a charm. My antennae were on the alert: for the first couple of months I acted like I was flicking through a giant Where's Wally book, trying to spot the oddity. Yeah, I spotted a few.
But there is of course something problematic about this approach, ie the danger of becoming one of those repugnant hostel types in expensive and incongruous climbing gear, for whom the world performs in anecdotes.
It is worth asking if a quirk highlights disfunction of the quirky or the the banality of the non quirky? Or the lack of 'human' at the core of an esteemed idea of rationality?
I don't want to be the straight man in all of this, but I want to be in all of this. At any rate, Ukraine doesn't hold exclusive rights on eccentricity, but it deserves a mention in the credits.
Who can really predict the weather? And what do we really need to know? Last week for three days running the weather report had the symbol of a question mark. As if the Bureau of Meteorology was sick of all the layman smart mouthing and acknowledged "Look, this week is anyones guess". The good news was that the forth and fifth days had a sun, so everything was going to be alright.
There have been two times where a pair of shoes with nobody in them, stand neatly on the median strip, as if someone was waiting for the traffic to clear and suddenly vanished. But if they had been spirited away, why had the shoes remained? why did the rest of their clothes go invisible but the shoes not? Had they been otherwise naked? Were there any witnesses? By the next day in both cases the shoes had disappeared. Perhaps there had been a time lag in teleportation, like in a long distance phone call, or that the shoes were too heavy and had to be sent in a different parcel.
As is the fashion in lots of places, a mobile operator has put cameras in various cities and you can go on the internet to look at the city square. It is not a live web cam kind of thing , but a series of photos of the town. Kind of. It is clear that he person who posts the photos has to amuse themselves somehow. Or express themselves artistically. At any rate, to communicate something to whoever is trying to get a feel for a city, and doesn't know any other way than to google.ua it. One city has two photos taken at different times of a rainy day. The camera had also been rained on, so it was difficult to see what city it was. But there is atmosphere. In another city a seagull had sat right next to the camera and adopted a number of poses. It looked like there was some kind of town behind the seagull, but lets say it isn't the star of the show.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
with all the forethought that usually comes with hitting a key while someone yells "do it!" this blog has started.
i sure hope i am funny enough to live up to the exceptionally high standards the internet requires.
and i sure hope i dont get so carried away with this that i forget it is a public space and start telling all sorts of confessional things.
and i wonder if psychologists have to re-assess their categories of what constitutes narcissism these days when everyone thinks their casual thoughts are worthy of an audience outside of those in hearing range.
3 thoughts in the first post. that oughta hold ya
i sure hope i am funny enough to live up to the exceptionally high standards the internet requires.
and i sure hope i dont get so carried away with this that i forget it is a public space and start telling all sorts of confessional things.
and i wonder if psychologists have to re-assess their categories of what constitutes narcissism these days when everyone thinks their casual thoughts are worthy of an audience outside of those in hearing range.
3 thoughts in the first post. that oughta hold ya
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