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During the weekdays you are invited to enter the (M)ystery-(F)low, whose themes include: Comedy Monday, Psychedelic Tuesday, Wild Card Wednesday, Jazz Thursday, & Rock Friday . . .

This  weekend features 3 DJs, including Soulard, Frogs, & the return of DJRL! This weekend (December 15-16, 2018)'s scheduled programming includes:

Featured SpiritPlants Radio DJs:
*** Within's Within: Scenes from the Psychedelic Revolution with DJ Soulard #652 | Show information: http://www.scriptorpress.com/withinswithin.html
*** In the Window with DJ Frogs #245 | Show information: http://www.spiritplantsradio.com/shows.html#DJFrogsWindow
*** Regional Cuisine: Deep-Fried Roots Music with DJRL #13 | Show information: http://www.spiritplantsradio.com/shows.html#DJRL

Featured Programs:
*** Long Live Rock!: Bob Dylan & The Band - The Basement Tapes Sessions - October-December 1967 - Woodstock, New York | Show information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Basement_Tapes_songs
*** Psychedelic Lectures: "The Big Trip" | Show information: https://www.cbc.ca/radio/day6/episode-406-psychedelic-therapy-kaepernick-s-next-move-accessible-gaming-virtual-mogadishu-and-more-1.4804831/why-some-investors-and-medical-researchers-are-looking-past-pot-to-psychedelic-drugs-1.4813047
*** Jazz Cafe: "In the Groove with Ken Laster" | Show information: http://www.jazzandbeyond.com/inthegroove/
*** Comedy Hour: Doug Stanhope - "Before Turning the Gun on Himself . . . " (2012) | Show information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doug_Stanhope
*** News Hour: "World Week in Review" | Show information: http://www.scriptorpress.com/world_week_in_review.pdf
*** Storybook Time: Stephen King's "The Dark Tower" | Show information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Tower_(series)
*** Conspiracy Theory Radio - "John F. Kennedy" | Show information: https://www.parcast.com/conspiracy/2018/11/14/e44-john-f-kennedy
*** Olde Tyme Radio - "CBS Radio Mystery Theater" | Show information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CBS_Radio_Mystery_Theater

This weekend's programming continues the 2018 SpiritPlants Radio weekend schedule of new shows and featured programs. Your feedback (spiritplantsradio@gmail.com) will be greatly appreciated in helping to improve our station! And check out Dose One: A SpiritPlants Radio Psychedelic Sampler (http://soundcloud.com/spiri/spiritplantsradio_dose_one)!

We are always looking for new DJs to join our station (email us at spiritplantsradio@gmail.com).

Peace,
Raymond
Station Manager
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Within's Within: Scenes from the Psychedelic Revolution
with DJ Soulard
Show #652
East Coast Time: Saturday 15 December 2018 at: US East Coast: 11am-2pm
Repeats: Sunday 16 December 2018: 8pm-11pm
Repeats: Saturday 22 December 2018 8pm-11pm
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Tune in SpiritPlants Radio Online: http://www.spiritplantsradio.com
Within's Within Radio Archives: http://www.scriptorpress.com/withinswithin.html

On this week's show:
 
* Featured New Rock Album: Jeff Tweedy, *WARM* (2018) . . . Wilco mastermind's first solo LP . . . can't say it sounds all that different from his regular group, but it's awfully good . . . there's perhaps a sweeter feel to this album than some of Wilco's records but, in all, it's a really good album, period . . .

* Featured Classic Rock Album Redux: The Doors, *L.A. Woman* (1971) . . . Jim Morrison's swan song with his great band, before leaving for Paris, poetry, & parts unknown . . . & what a swan song it is! crystallizing everything that was ever good about The Doors on one more platter . . . the raunch, the spookiness, the humor, the wish & want . . . like The Beatles of just a couple of years before, these boys saved their very best for last . . .
 
* Storybook Time*: Chapter 19 of *The Unconsoled* by Kazuo Ishiguro . . .

* Readings from *Bags End News*, & *Labyrinthine* . . .  & this week's featured artist is The Decemberists, & songs from their great new EP, *Traveling On* . . . Like Chris Pureka sagely sings, "Put the gloves back on, get back in the ring / Hit the ground, nothing comes easy" . . . but sometimes it does, indeed, come . . .

Webcasting to the globe & beyond from Ye Olde New England!
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 12:21:33 PM »
As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden; 11th stanza
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.


This stanza of this poem has always stuck with me, I have always found it to be a deeply psychedelic verse, with deep personal implications and meaning. This excerpt means a lot to me, so I figured I would share, in the process I was reminded at how beautiful this poem is as a whole and felt I had to post the work in it's entirety, however, I also decided to post this excerpt in it's own section and address it's deep personal significance and meaning in relation to myself.
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 12:15:47 PM »
As I Walked Out One Evening
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973
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As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   ‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.'


But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time.

'In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss.


‘In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you’ve missed.

'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.


‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on.
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 10:21:09 AM »

Iya terra - stand strong
Wake up!
We are going to rise with the sun
We haf fi get the day agwon, so early in da morn'
And I take a little draw, give thanks and praises to the most high

I give thanks some dreams never die
We have to keep the dream alive so when the times get hard,
Only the strong shall survive
Alongside the humble and the righteous kind

We say...
We have to stand strong
Have a little faith in love
Cause our time has come!

Positive! People!
Living in a world of confusion
Said we got to reach up to the sky...

Positive! People!
Living in the world
So much confusion
One love, one love

Well I've heard so many things since my time has begun
A student of the Earth until my time is done
And we won't judge no one, we won't judge no one
Never, ever, ever will I judge no one

My brother!
I respect your beliefs
Can't let yourself become your own enemy
Well
It's up to you to make the change
Don't want to be living in vain no more.

We have to stand strong
Give it and you will get love

Because our time has come!

Positive! People!
Living in a world of confusion
Said we got to reach up to that sky..

Positive! People!
Living in the world of
So much confusion




One love, one love

Stand strong...
Stand strong, in love

Stand strong...
Stand strong, in love
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 10:14:36 AM »

because there is no force strong enough to destroy love
And the more that them push and them pull
The more that they unite us
Love and respect
Iya Terra
That's why it's strictly Love & Respect
Is all that I and I know
So no time for your bad bad vibes when I and I a slide through
Strictly love and respect is all that I and I know
So no time for bad vibes
Open up your mind
Open up your eyes
Open up your soul, you will find love
Just open up your soul


Cause we are sentient beings
Given strength to defend all defenseless beings
So Know yourself and know just what compassion means
Say trod lightly
No need for senseless killing, Oh Jah have mercy
Love & Respect & Mercy
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 10:09:49 AM »
Give Thanks
by Iya Terra
Well if your lost and alone don't worry cause your already home, And i know its a long long road but i'm ready to go
I found beauty and the balance in between all the highs and the lows, So as long as i can sing my song then i'm ready to go, i'm ready to go

For whatever gonna come my way,
yes i just give thanks, I give thanks
All the struggles and the troubles and the sorrows
yeah i just give thanks, give thanks
Don't worry about tomorrow, your living today, give thanks, you gotta give thanks, its all gonna be okay. we just give thanks, you know we give thanks.



I give thanks for this love that your giving me
My love is like an ocean and i got no worries
I'm sailing through the on under the forbidden sea
Well I've been chasing the sun but its gotten eventually
Wave gets rough and i'm not giving up
This place is not forsaken and your memories are sacred
When life gets tough never stop looking up
Give thanks for this life, my soul

For whatever gonna come my way, yeah i just give thanks, give thanks, All the struggles and the troubles and the sorrows. i just give thanks, give thanks
Don't worry about tomorrow if your living today, give thanks, you gotta give thanks
Yeah. its all gonna be okay. we just give thanks, you know we give thanks
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 10:04:35 AM »
The first night I met Melanie we had both been at a small get together. Most of the people there were on one psychedelic or another, and on that particular night myself and Melanie had both been taking rather high doses of LSD.

I was incredibly intoxicated on LSD and wanted to have a minute to myself, so I found what I thought was an empty room and locked the door behind me. I then sat down near the door, still never thinking to turn on the lights. The room was pitch dark. I had just started to relax thinking that I had finally found some space where I could be alone, when I heard a small sneeze, I must have nearly jumped through the roof, I damn near had a heart attack, and let out a loud yell while I was being startled. After a moment of confusion and bad noise I realized that there had been a crying girl curled up in a ball not more than 4 feet away from me.

This was the first time that I had met Melanie.

She had been going through an incredibly rough time in her life and the LSD had induced a state of deep intense emotional and psychological introspection, one of those states where you feel like crying for all of humanity, where you become deeply compassionate, empathetic, and deep feeling, and feel an emptiness and feeling of isolation as you weep for all tragedies that have befallen every sentient being to ever exist.

In these states you also tend to dive into your own psychology, often facing the fact that your a jerk many times a moment, while deeply feeling isolation, and often you just want to get away from everything and enter a catatonic processing state. This is how Melanie was feeling when I first met her. Melanie had also been dealing with some pretty terrible stuff which wasn't entirely in her control, and on top of that she had just left a tumultuous friendship in which she had been hurt and done wrong many times.
 
 I sat and listened to her for hours, doing all that I could to comfort her, and on several occasions we both ended up holding each other in our arms crying. It was a pretty intense and emotional night. As the Sun was starting to rise I began playing guitar, and with Melanie cuddled up closely by my side I played and sang the song below for her.

She said she was already feeling much better just through our conversations, and through my efforts to comfort her, but she said when I played and sang this song for her that it really had a deep and profound impact, she said she was overcome by intense warmth, comfort, and happiness, and that she could feel a genuine love and compassion which seemed to ease all of her suffering, lift all of her burdens, and reminded her that she wasn't alone, that there was someone who understands her and who will always be there for her.
 
...any way...

...I've been up all night having sex with two girls on entactogenic/empathogenic psychedelic aphrodisiac substances and I'm still pretty exhausted mentally as well as physically, but I promised Melanie I would post a story about our meeting.

Melanie, I know you had a rough morning, and I wanted to post this so that when you log into my account today you will have a pleasant reminder of how much I love you, as well as a reminder that everything is going to be just fine, just keep your head up, and good things will come to you.


I love you my darling Melanie.

Life Goes On
by Iya terra
Lift up your head weary one
I see that sorrow in your eyes
Life got you down again
But you've got to realize
It takes time to learn, it takes time to grow
So be patient and be kind, And
If you ask with ease and grace
All that you seek you will find
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Dust to dust and ash to ash
This too shall pass in the time, and you
Got to trust, yeah you got to trust
Good things coming in time,
and Life Goes On.


And you can count on me to be the one
That's never gonna leave you lonely
Count on me to be the one
That is gonna love you always,
When you're feeling sad and blue
I'll be there to see you through, so
Don't cry no more
I said don't cry, my darling Melanie


True it takes some time for one to refine
The steps upon the path you are leading
The harder the pursuit, it remains the truth
The harder it will be to achieve it

And though you feel like giving up
When the path gets rough
You must be strong, life must go
Don't cry, my darling, don't cry


Dust to dust and ash to ash
This too in time shall pass, and you
Got to trust, yeah you got to trust
Good things coming in time


and Life Goes On



And you can count on me to be the one
That's never gonna leave you lonely
Count on me to be the one
That is gonna love you always,
When you're feeling sad and blue
I'll be there to see you through, so
Don't cry no more
I said don't cry, my darling Melanie.
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 13, 2018, 09:06:59 AM »
Mind of psilocybin
by Joey Iaquinto (lucid optics)

Observe and interpret
Up from the core to the surface

We are tenuous flicks of scintillation
Given an invitation to take a position in this pulsation

Life is death's vacation
As a child I was a vagrant
Learned every home held it's own fragrance
Differing versions of sacred decorate each person's faces
They complicate the basics till the common ground is evasiveness

Is it strange
Who takes the cake weighs most?
And swallows hope of the masses
To live lavishly
Lay low

Found our way around this molecule
If we can scrape by in solitude
We'll climb grape vines when all of you
Shape this world how you wanted to

I'd like to eat well
And to Keep companions closer than the common recluse
spewing seclusion in conclusion


Good leaders are no different than their followers
However elitists breed the fetus like it's Jesus...
Fucking... christ!
Dictated its life
Without realizing that your mind is yours for finding
Close your eyes and dive in privacy

We treat each other like garbage
Are we mimicking our surroundings?
Are we parrots with what we found
Or parasitic?
Killing our grounding

Astound I wither toward the grave
My fire flickers
As this unrelenting winter turns fingers to decrepit splinters
My voice is in different locations
I'm a nuetrino to lucid adjacent
Communicating statements without leaving my current placement

Listen:
Even when your will to be awake plummets and breaks
Don't be so distant and faceless
Just perforate the stasis

And represent yourself
Not your enemies and demons
Represent yourself
Not your enemies and demons]


It can be easy to grudge on autopilot for awhile
But you can probably cut some slack to people when
They can't make you smile


Free yourself from your own grip
Start to make some of your own shit
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The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on December 11, 2018, 09:44:01 AM »
I think I have discerned the reason why psychedelic sexuality is so misunderstood.

Most can't differentiate the difference between true eros and the devalued perversion of eros which has been disseminated to the masses and programmed into the individual through various means.

So while I am talking about eros, oneness, love, ecstasy, and the most sacred and spiritual aspects of sexuality, all most can think about is filth for filth's sake. ...then when you start talking about sex with multiple partners or orgiastic sexuality people really start becoming uncomfortable.

It seems most can't differentiate "eros" from "being horny", and furthermore only understand sexuality in a very shallow, basic, and utilitarian form.

Most people's sex is very ego centered, its a rush to an orgasm and seems to be fully focused on self, even the pleasure given to their partners is for some self gratifying purpose.

...if you need a cigarette after sex your probably not doing it right.


Any way, I'm still exploring psychedelic sexuality with my friends Melanie, ayela, Delilah, and Eliza. I think since we have been incorporating spiritual aspects into our group sexuality it has managed to reach deeper levels. I'm reminded of tantric yoga and karmamudra practices, only with several girls instead of one. Sometimes we can reach pretty intense spiritual/sexual states without even using the MDMA, 2c-B, 5-meo-dipt, or LSD as catalysts.

I still think LSD is one of the best compounds for orgiastic sexuality.

Any way, below is an excerpt where McKenna briefly outlines eros:
Quote
Eros and the Eschaton, these are the two areas that I think compromise the old paradigm and give permission to hope and strangely neither of these words is that well known, which gives you a measure of how completely the dominator position has squelched,subverted, and down played any opposition to its world view.

Eros we know about in some kind of devalued schticky kind of glitzy waybecause we get it in the eroticization of media, and society, but really what eros means in the Greek sense is a kind of unity of nature a kind of all pervasive order that bridges one ontological level to another. -terence McKenna
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