mission statement and general context

Posted by Street Poet on March 10, 2016 at 11:34pm

The idea is a simple one. this is a podcast. i'll hold a two hour call in, conversation with the conference line. from that two hours i will take elements to then add into a meta consciousness entertainment reality show. expand on the ideas with further recording and production.

I will be posting the organizing meta concept work i've done in the first post.

my intention, is that i will be transparent, well as transparent as i can be, it's always an ongoing mission to be more transparent, for me.

I encourage others to look at the work i have in progress. which i intend to present in a dropbox digital locker for others to peruse. the idea is that if any of the group members has something to add or correct or wishes to record something before i publish that current episode of the podcast, you may. and that this group will be the venue for that to be done.

as well, as to provide, input, feedback, think of yourselves to the extent that you wish to be, as co executive producers and co-founders.

let the games, begin!

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  • Street Poet March 20, 2016 at 11:46pm

    programming note:

    episode two:

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    episode two will begin experimentation with the format. the first hour will be set aside for open forum questions.

    hour two, if time permits and the flow and feel of the call allows, will be allocated for discussion of the first "tales of mastery."

    additional concept. i think there is an opportunity to play even further here in regards to the tales of mastery. and so, i intend to.

    a modified email blast will include this additional format modification.

  • Street Poet March 20, 2016 at 11:43pm

    hell0 self why hello self what information is there to share?

    re: concept modification and show aesthetics

    Susan's request for the call has required a recasting of my vision. ultimately, the concept remains intact. but i'm modifying the content portion of the podcast to incorporate an expanded vision.

    the next phase was a more traditional podcast using elements from the calls. but i have decided to re-envision this idea for something that accomplishes the original aim but accommodates changing member needs.

    after all, it's for them that this is being done anyhow. :)

  • Street Poet March 14, 2016 at 11:37pm

    here is the email blast i intend to send. the aim is to record the pilot addition this friday, march 18, 2016.

     
     
     
    Welcome, fellow intergalactic travelers to an entirely new weekly call-in show format!
     
    It's called 'Transmissions from the Galactic Corps,' and will be held each Friday at 7pm (Arizona Time, details below). This call is an entirely new experience and is in addition to the standard weekly Thursday conference calls! The program is geared towards providing you with a forum to ask any question you please. And to begin the steps to true self mastery and awakening, that adds substantially to quality and effectiveness of our work here on earth! As we probe and trace each query back to the essential truth behind all experience. That there is nothing at all! And that this earth bound experience is a simulation, and all of creation a dream within a dream dreaming itself into creation.
     
    I, your host and moderator, Second Chance, (AKA Roy Rios Juvera Jr., and many other names) will hold a two hour question and answer session. The questions and topics are no holds barred! Truly anything goes, anything you've wanted to ask but have been too afraid or intimated to broach or too shy to entertain or speak aloud! We will discuss them all! From the topical mundane Dramedy of Earth life (news and all the things mother said you should never discuss at the dinner table), to the slings and arrows of being human frail and small, to the very highest reaches of the Nothing itself, to the truth and the reason why things are precisely as they should be and our task is not to try and change or better them, and indeed, to self mastery and to awakening and the beyond within itself!
     
    This is a forum for the truly curious, for those ready to move forward but lacking a clear understanding on how to do so. It is a space for the meek to become bold, and for the unsure to find their proper footing, for those with doubt to surrender and know the true nature of the higher self, and the true nature of creation itself, even if all we can do is confirm that the ground beneath you is, indeed, falling away from you! ;)
     
    We'll fall through the wormholes together and bound through the membranes of insanity in loving acceptance of the divine will that guides us all, and travel through alternate lives and alternate realities, from poetic absurdities to the precise inane bureaucracy of being in all its guises, through calculated prose revealing the galactic orders and the apparent levels of creation, and to verything and anything else under the Sun and beyond!
     
    What types of questions may you ask? Well, Sillies, this is a planet of free will! ask away!
     
    Having a bad day, a bad week, a bad year, a bad life? Wondering where you fit in the all? Feeling lost and without purpose? Ready to call B.S. on creation? Feeling Left behind? Cheated? Unloved? Misunderstood? Does it feel like you're doing everything wrong and the world is somehow against you? Do you believe what you believe is true or somehow secretly misleading you to a ruin you donot know how to escape? Do you feel trapped and victimized? Do you believe you can fail? Does the notion of the one mind boggle you? Do you think yourself real? Have you encountered the Laughing head at the center of creation And thought, what is going on here? Have you fallen asleep at the wheel in a dream no longer sure you ever woke up? or that you can wake? and how would you know if you thought you could? who can you trust? what is real? is there a real? am i real? is this really a life or am i dead?
     
    Do you Feel like you don't belong here, like you don't fit? Do you feel as though othing matters? That there is no meaning to existence at all? And that all you want to do is escape?
     
    And what is going on here, anyhow?!?! Does it all feel so backward and primitive? did you just wake from a horrible realization and wonder aloud, how did i get here?! and why Earth, of all places?!?!
     
    Great! You're just who we've been looking for! What took you so long??!!!?! Call in!!!!
     
    Here are the dirty details!
     
    What: This is a question and answer Call in recording session for a podcast to be released at a later time. Whichever portions of the recorded show that are deemed useful to others will be released in a podcast format at a later time.
     
    When: Fridays, 7pm Arizona time (no daylight savings time here, truly the only thing AZ has gotten right)
     
    Why: because you need to get what ever is bothering you off your chest and mind. and existence is a conversation and only together can we truly achieve true self mastery.
     
    How: call the uberconference conference line, or use your computer! everything is the same as a typical conference call!
     
    Who: what do i bring? you and all your alternate selves, your biases and systems of belief, and your pokemon trading cards, smoke 'em if you got 'em ;)
     
    Where: are we going to meet and do i need tickets for the skee ball machine afterwards? No and "in the nothing, everywhere, all at once, in perfect synchrony with the all."
     
    So, that means the call will start at 7pm Mountain Time Zone
    That means 6pm for Pacific, 8 pm for central and 9 pm for Eastern Time zone
     
    Seeya on the Flip Side, Ya'll!!!

    (who knows, we may even have some very special guests join us :)

     
    -Sic
     

    BY COMPUTER:

    Go to http://uberconference.com/jd137 (input whatever you want, but only your name is required, and please do type your name or we'll hang you up) - MUST have microphone and speakers. Headsets make it easy!

    BY TELEPHONE:

    US Domestic Toll-Free: 877.741.7335 (no PIN needed)

    International Callers: http://uberconference.com/international (a list of local numbers for your country) - at the prompt, dial 8777417335# for our conference (no PIN needed)

    World Clock: https://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/full.html - so you can sort out the time zone differences as compared to times in Utah
  • Street Poet March 12, 2016 at 2:42pm

    alright, the general idea works. but the length leaves much to be desired. we're changing tact.

    instead of a longer introductory piece, which i never really had any intention of allowing something so ungainly to dominate from the outset, we're going to serialize the idea. and provide an fictive undercurrent, a serialized episodic approach, an anthology of awakenings interspersed with the content of the calls.

    the pilot episode will be something of an anomaly, it will set the tone. the following episodes will be related to the content of the calls themselves and will build upon them as context.

  • Street Poet March 10, 2016 at 11:34pm
    this is the proposal and thematic sketch of the 2 hour recording session and the produced one hour podcast that will be culled from it.
     
    for
    transmissions from the galactic corps-
     
    I envision...
    a conversation, a story where those who choose to gather and participate weave an experience part psychoanalysis part philosophical metaphysical boot camp high through a template highly playful entertainment.
     
    My aim is to be expansive and sincere, informative but heartfelt; funny as hell and mocking of the authentic experience of life couched in a compassionate but truthful exploring and infiltrating of the notions of reality and of everything sacred and dear about this world, in a mind bending fashion to familiarize those listening and calling, a normalizing undercurrent for the nature of this earth experiment in its true nature, in the perceptual rendering of a galactic eye. not the facade and story that we have been led to believe, but engaging of the personal concept in the modality that is it's norm, subverting it.
     
    Blurring the supposed razor thin frontier between the real and the fictional. also, I was thinking of doing an 'in the news segment' , a TSB Style breakdown of world events, a kind of week in review.
     
    Having some music and poetry segments where there needs a beat, or it feels helpful to break the flow. I am really thinking more entertainment oriented along the lines of a stream of consciousness variety show that feels produced but comes across as improvised.
     
    I'm an ambitious sort and I'm sure it will be some real finese and time to execute my vision. But i think its worth the effort.
    I was thinking of using something along the lines of 'transmissions from the galactic corps' as a title.
     
    Proposed intro/ email blast details.
     
    What: Call in recording session for a podcast to be released at a later time.
    When: 7pm Arizona time (no daylight savings time here, truly the only thing AZ has gotten right)
    Why: because you need to get it off your chest and mind.
    How: call the uberconference conference line
    Who: you and all your alternate selves
    Where: in the nothing everywhere in perfect synchrony with the all
     
    "Please, give me more information and allay my fear inducing inhibitions."
     
    Computer voice: Context protocol initiated.
     
    An elderly voice speaks:
     
    "there will come a day, that never arrived, in a moment that we never departed to come upon, and when in the abiding solace it neared,"
     
    A group voice assumes oration: 
     
    "we found ourselves in the witness of an unrestricted and expansive perception of the world and the universe that surrounds it as not an external fomulation, or a material extrapolation of an assumed super structure of distance time and sound, but as an internal landscape, a mental configuration of identity beyond all previously held notions of self. a domain of space and time not as we had assumed them to be,
     
    A child's voice:
    "not as we have been led to believe them as, but as the vital and absurd insanely logical playful constructs of being that they truly are.
     
    Whispered voice:
    As the all, as nothing, as one... (audio fades away)
     
    Traveler: the faces in the crowd were strangers to me when i awoke, the world a fractured and warped illusion became a mirror and all the characters within distorted space were the shapes and shades of my true being, portrayed in this realm of science and sand and sandwiches in a blurring haze of melting time as the only representation possible to best exemplify my true nature, a world, in a way that could be known, in the manner that could accept. a world, an earth world, and i within in, the inhabiting nothingness that was bore to conduit the essence of a divine will that shone thrown creation it's curiosity through a dark room, a flash light of perception into the far corners of existence, a universe sitting on a shelf, and i, a small caricature of being animated to explore what was shown. through bright eyes. and what i saw became me, and as i perceived it, i became what projected on the telescreen, on the stage, a dancing figment of delight, a holographic puppet, a real boy, a real girl. really only nothing, who was never really there at all.
     
    (street noises and sound of footsteps nearing)
     
    I was a writer, sitting at the intersection of fantasy and something too obscene to dream aloud or in deep colors.
     
    Child speaking: What are you writing Mr.? (sound of a soothing voice counting backwards from 10 quietly in the background)
    Child whispers: are we in a garden?
     
    Writer as narrator:
    "Alice awoke in her dream, but the dream world did not depart with her awareness, instead the scene intensified with glaring clarity, each part and particle alive with yearning awareness, hungry for data, squeeze the pores of the ambient and it bleeds information, release and slurp away the pooling experience as sponges drunk in the rain. She was in a neverland, a realm that had not captured her and held her hostage, there were no visible chains, no binds to cut free, no bounds to leap above and over, for though she were dreaming, she was not in a dream, she was the dream, and in the thinking of a math mind, calculating the rate of drain, she was not a number in infinite decay, counting into absence herself, she was not a particle thought to exist but never seen, composing all things as though she were a ball tethered to celestial string, she was beyond comprehension and beyond description, beyond the lines of code that described her, she was the creator and the created. a feedback loop like a spinning current swirling in an eddy like a leaf flushing into the portal of a wormhiole, sinking ever deeper into the unseen and the unknown. to see truth was not to collect evidence. not to take back proof, souvenirs of another world, to those she might share her find with, and tell the tale as something they could verify through her.
     
    Melting robotic voice:
    it was she, she it, she and it alone. and all the world that lived within her, was our world. and all that she was became we, and together we were nothing. and a forest, characters and a peaceful secluded stream.
     
    Regal feminine presence:
    come with me, down into nothing, down the the rabbit hole. through the portal of timelessness, through the doorway of space contracting into miniscule segments of disbelief, apertures of squinting paradox and impossibility. erupting dispelled disbeliefs wiped away as smear from the frame. fall through the conduits, lose your weight, be free of the reality that clings to you as gravity, as mind from above, fall down down down the rabbit hole.
     
    Ghostly breathy backwards audio voice:
    into lucidity, into the deepest reserves of the infinite, into yourself, into nothing, into the dream. as the dream dreaming the dream. dreaming you, dreaming it. only dreaming. only perceiving. only one thing...
     
    Regal feminine presence:
    A whispering voice calls out to you through the void,
     
    Child's voice:
    do you see the flower, do you see it, see the flower, reach out to it, take it from my hand, take what is yours..
     
    Writer as narrator (sound of a mass indoctrinating facility, like a military installation, a mission control):
    your eyes open as the circle of old and odd friends near you, leaving their meditative repose collected about the sacred circle contracting in around you as you emerge from your delusion, clearing your eyes from the hallucination of a world that once were you, and welcomed back into the facilities of the confederacy of worlds and species, of oddities and infinite absurdities, of the gloriously infinitely profane, of sacred banal wonders reaching into epics wondering into collapsing the insane. towering minds casting love like shadows into the great halls of the councils, into the mighty corps of hive presences that operate totality, in through the windows of your eyes as you adjust your sight to the measure of an infinite frame.
     
    an agent approaches you with a clipboard in one of many many hands, shiny bright and sunshine transparent telesheen, prismatic face like a diamond glistening, leans, "welcome back"
     
    looking up, groggy from your fading sense of limitations, from the shackles of a simulated existence as an other self, from a world with a mind that seems as foreign as the alien world you once were when you did not know you were not yourself, but something convenient for the task at hand, for the buy in, into a game, you ask, "where am i? how did i get here?"
     
    High level attendant:
    "Why, you're back in our facilities, you're back home. where you never left."
     
    Computer voices report construct dismantling protocols through ambient verbal reverberators, "end transmission, end transmission."
     
    through the main hatch of an elaborate laboratory whose scale resembles a hanger bay, and you in your reclined craft, pilot, slides open the wall. entering through the exposed backlit trumpeting brilliance, throwing the figure approaching you, something unknown shrouded in darkness with its hand reaches out to you. you instinctively reach out to it and as your hand nears it together you touch and merge.
     
    (bending audio sounds and montage of fragments of sounds indicating a contracted experience of time space, an unfolding)
     
    you are not what you thought yourself to be, and now you are ready to know who truly you are.
     
    a voice from an indistinct position in space whispers to you, softly and clearly.
     
    "transmissions from the galactic corps"
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