Rose [11:19 AM]
'ready set GO
No holds barred poetic expression
Improv session
Make a lasting impression'

satorid [11:24 AM]
I’m ready to go,
let everything flow
pour out my soul

forget all the bullshit you were told
this open source poetic shit is real

my lasting impression,
was of the sun crashing into the sea
and the moon exploding into infinity,
I was too busy dancing with eternity
now, where am I gonna get my moonlight matcha tea?

Rose [1:39 PM]
Haha that moonlight matcha tea got me like whoa
Settle back and watch the tides flow
In and out with our consciousness
Up and down through correspondence
Of the imaginary friends network

satorid [1:44 PM]
take notes as I take tokes of marijuana smoke
oh shit, that shit really pulls down on your eyelids
but I think its time to drop the mind
and get lost in the wilderness,

there are strange and wondrous things
that live behind the mind's eye
translingustical shadows made up lost memories
dream condense into primordial lentil soup
defragmented souls fermenting the halls of the damned

come sit with me at the edge of the abyss
it's nice this time of year, we got to make
the last drop of moonlight matcha tea count
before every last ounce of awareness bounces

Rose [1:39 PM]
And reality announces
The changing of the tides of society
We all just trying to break free
We all just wonting to be who we want to be
Jumping into the abyss, hold up, there's no need
Sit on the edge and plant those seeds
In those still learning to be a tree
Take root, follow the light of the sun
Realize that we are one
And the same, different pieces of a picture
Our own color mixture
Life is the canvas, and we are the flicker-ing flame
A candle in the window
Nothing but a light glow
Stardust scattered across the universe
Disbanded, disbursed

sitting under the lemon tree
with you, invoke memories

after I was born I stood
extra 3 weeks in the hospital

feeling empty and cold
seeing strangers in white
smelling the sour disinfectant

when it was time, I went home
to my sister and a room we shared

the people were familiar and caring
the house was warm and full
the backyard was vast and wondrous
with a single huge lemon tree
set off to the left corner

one of my first memories
is climbing up a lemon tree

I had to be around 3,
it’s strange to access such an old
yet young memory as this
mental time travel

I remember climbing up the tree
and this lemon tree had these great
big thorn and I was making my way up
zigzagging my way thru the maze
of sharp lemon scented needles

I got to a high point,
overlooking the neighborhood
having visions of the land before time
the age of the dinosaurs

the landscape was vivid and
ancient, scent of something eternal

and then I heard my sister,
making my way down,
I felt this wetness

this drip of something unknown
making its way down my forehead

my sister is screaming
the baby is bleeding,
the baby is bleeding

I can’t understand the words,
I just felt the concern

checking this wet drip of liquid
on my forehead, walked inside

when it touched my finger,
I pulled it to my eye,
it was dark red (of blood)
and I was puzzled
because there was no pain

my mom ran to me
to wipe off the blood from
my forehead, told my sister,
you need to watch out
for your brother

I stand there confused
with a lemon popsicle
wondering what all the fuss
was about

This is a mashup that I did to have some fun, during the first Open Mic @MacVogt quoted Terence McKenna's Culture is not your friend, which spark this idea of connecting it to this old audio of me doing my lil spin on stop consuming images and create culture, as the same time @futurehumans posted this track, and I thought maybe just maybe. It was just something fun to play with...

futurehumans played with sounds and my audio clip from the open mic and then I had to invent the visuals for this very weird trip!

In the beginning, there was chaos
until a sound broke free, and then
sparked the word, and the word became us

It starts with sounds, playing with sounds
fractal echoes of self-reflected conscious entities
creating the universe and eternity


As I monologue the future and dialogue with the past
there is something that still remains — unknown

As I pick at the scabs on my soul
having soliloquies of the shadow
and peel off the skin of my dreams

I wrote 4 pages of poetry today
and I still feel like I have nothing
to say

or maybe it’s because
I haven’t found the words,

or maybe it’s not
the time to speak,

or maybe it’s time
to play with sounds
and seek the images
that construct the space
in which to create

The only time my (whole) family
gets together is when
someone dies

lately, it seems like they
been droppin’ like flies

We eat together
drink together
fight together
laugh together
pass out together
scream at each other
take care of each other
make fun of each other
love each other
hate each other
hug each other

Then we say goodbye,
pouring out our drunken souls
loathing the space/time alone

saying we should stop
getting together like this

only to see each other
when the next soul
passes on to the other side
and echoes in the darkness

When I do edits of shows there are things that I just make connections to and ideas that ferment in my head, this is one of them, enjoy...

Essentially just memories flowing from afar
like a planetary charge raining down from the stars
It's a simple life on mars with a lot of time to meditate
gets easier to levitate outside of this conglomerate

Found a letter in a monolith for a paleontologist
then suddenly was standing in a rather strange aquarium
And wondering just where we'd been before we were American
It whispered in the air within
We will be right back there again - Plutojayce


Mac Vogt:
Discovering his psychedelic style

Perception’s fabric in exact strangeness
a deeper curl into question
crash into furniture.

Who am I, competitively speaking?


Check out Mac Vogt's Mechanics of Reincarnation

art that is featured curryhobo:

I use to dream in parables by SatoriD

Live by the Meme,
Die by the Meme

it's a dizzy perception,
these digital lives we live
where have our minds gone

I use to dream in parables
having a conversation in yesteryear

but now I float on the surface
looking for something deeper,
in the wild blue yonder...

This one goes out to the whole Minds Poetry Crew,
The Dead Spoken Word Society, and all my Imaginary friends

I am Satori mutha fuckin D
The disembodied poetic digital shaman
That is damned for all eternity

Don't mind me,
I'm just here Deciphering
the Dark Secrets of perception &
Sippin' moonlight matcha tea

just sparkled a lil stardust
I'll swirl in some galaxies, and
Top it off with distilled dreams

I was mindin my own business, until
I saw there was an open mic night
I thought I would just stop by
To see what was happenin

Then I saw what Rushofwave, wrote
“Craft Needs Clothes but Truth love to go naked”

I decided to let loose all those secret insane thoughts
The ideas have been in my head for all eternity,
but somehow I never got them down on the page,

Then I smoke some moon rocks,
And began hunting down the muse
put my pen to some paper

Now there's been strange in the air
cuz I can feel it everywhere,
really nobody knows anything
and we all get lost in the mist
playing around in the haze of
fake bliss trying to outrun reality
only to bang our head against it
and then we are left with nothing

I’ve been stuck in between
Life & Death, Death & Life
Reality & Dreams, Dreams & Reality

with every last drop of existences that touches my tongue
every last inhale of death that touches my lungs
a lil bit of my soul burns away

Now remember that,
Language is a virus from Outerspace, and
these words have been stuck in (inner)space
for far too long

I also been,
looking at lyricism as coding.
I’m looking for an algorithm.
I’m looking to streamline ideas
and be able to express them in a way
that speak directly to the core
and essence of something that we all already know
And feel, that we are all already connected to

Now, right now, is the time,
to purge all the broken feelings,
the lost poems and forgotten dreams

Thoughts are thought
And feelings can’t be read
But What's said is said
I thought that before you said it
I didn't mean to think out loud
My tongu..

A Clip of Me talking with my artist friend curryhobo. What is this open source, collective collaborative future and how do we live in that future?

I turn to Douglas Rushkoff musing on Occupy Reality, The process of collaborative change. An organic open source, for the community by the community from the bottom up. Solving problems in a creative collective way. Forge Solidary and Model a New Approach

The best option is the option that creates the most new options.

It's not a product but a process. Open creativity, Stronger Community.

check out Enspiral:

Bill Ottman of was on Joe Rogan, talking about who owns your words, and he mentioned remix and I knew I had to remix this lil clip.

The free will is connected to
how we are dealing with information
we don't own what we are saying
we are apart of it
we are a conduit
we are a unique conduit

I don't think it alines with how the universe works
I think we need to open it up to what's really going on

artwork sample by @curryhobo

The Internet Is Acid, and America Is Having a Bad Trip
Operation Mind Fuck was too successful
A calling card from the future

Computers and networks were part of a much larger cultural phenomenon: a realization that reality is a collaboration. We were coming to grips with the fact that we were living in a “consensual hallucination,” as science fiction writer William Gibson put it, where the things we imagine actually come into being. It seemed as if the world was about to become a whole lot more like a lucid dream, where the future was less a place we arrived at than a thing we created together. We were moving into what I called a “designer reality.”

Mash-Up song feat. Douglas Rushkoff & R.U. Sirius
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Background music: Psy Fi - Pitch Black [ Premiere]
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forthcoming, March 5th

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On the one hand, we have the immediacy and flavor of our lives, of poetry, music, art, and mysticism, and on the other the objective discoveries and explanations of science. On the one there is excitement, beauty, and wonder, and other the possibility that consciousness is an epiphenomenon of certain complex electrochemical reactions, that life is the product of random molecular processes, and the universe is an accident, there appears, therefore, to an unbridgeable gap between the objective and the subjective approaches to the question of the universe and the universe and our role within it.

The mystery of Language is central to understand what psychedelics are. In this week's Psychedelic Sunday we are featuring Terence Mckenna, his talking about Language, DMT, what psychedelics are and consciousness.

"This is a very central part of the psychedelic attitude toward the world, to entertain all possibilities but to never commit to belief. Belief always being seen as a kind of trap, because if you believe something you are forever precluded from believing its opposite...

The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish. (Terence Mckenna)

The main Audio is Edited from [Podcast 367 of the Psychedelic Salon](
I end the show with a music video: [The Shamen - Re-Iteration (Future Sound Of London Remix)](

So who would have been in these early elementary Cultures, as you call them, the equivalent of the poets today? The shamans, The shamans, The shaman is the person who has in his late childhood, early youth, could be male or female, had an overwhelming psychological experience that turns them totally inward. The whole unconscious, The whole unconscious, The whole unconscious has opened up and they’ve fallen into it, they’ve fallen into it And it’s been described many, many times, and it occurs all the way from Siberia right through the Americas down to Tierra del Fuego. It’s a kind of schizophrenic crack-up, the shaman experience.

Audio Clip from Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth, Ep. 3: ‘The First Storytellers’

Using Nature as a creative spark.

Banging my head against reality
the more I try to ignore things
the more I try to escape myself
the more and more I bang
my head against reality

why can't you say something deep
and have a dope ass beat....

A spoken word mash up. Clips of SatoriD from Infinite Imaginarium Shows

Visions from Hyperspace, Douglas Rushkoff
talks about what really needs to happen next.
Breaking Open Our Obsolete Cultural Narratives,
The way we are putting together our Ideas,
The ways we are understanding the world,
The way we are invoking our own agency in the digital world,
with orchestrating this collective consensual hallucination that we call reality.

The future is there, looking back at us
Trying to make sense of the fiction
that we will become

It's time to get in there
time to get into consciousness
to get into perception
to get into how we are
regarding reality around us.

Terence McKenna and his Psychedelic Ideas,
You are an explorer, and you
represent our species and the greatest
good you can do is to bring back
a new idea, because our world is
endangered by the absence of good ideas.
Our world is in crisis because of
the absence of consciousness.

The Syntax of Psychedelic Time
Fractals, End Times and Zero Points

His Idea about the nature of Time
It's a Psychedelic Idea, but its
only one of many Ideas

Hold onto Ideas, Hold onto Ideas
It's worth pursuing, It's worth pursuing
I want to hold onto Ideas

Press Pause, creating a space
finding the other and then
Pausing to be

One of the traps we fall into
we never get beyond our filters

Pause and get beyond your filter bubbles
we might stand a chance of being conscious

Team Human, Douglas Rushkoff and Mark Pesce

Terence Mckenna talks about the causal connection between all of this is the idea that both the evolution of the computer and the rediscovery of psychedelic drugs, has to do with consciousness expansion. We are expanding the exploration of our own wetware.

Audio Clip of Trialogue #19: Psychedelics and the Computer Revolution, Esalen, California, 1991

Douglas Rushkoff offers another perspective on media viruses, looking at the way the Covington Catholic incident played out on social media and in the news last week. Rushkoff argues, “We are living in a media landscape where whoever can most convincingly say what a picture really is wins. Whoever names the meme, wins the meme.”

Check out Rushkoff’s recent piece on the topic at CNN:

Playing for Team Human:

The Homie Douglas Rushkoff argues for Human Autonomy In The Digital Age. An Audio clip I created for his new book Team Human.

What are the connections between psychedelics and the computer revolution? Some examples of the causal relationship between psychedelic use and creativity in the computer industry. A look at the parallel chronologies and future synthesis of computers and psychedelics.

The causal connection between all of this is the idea that both the evolution of the computer and the rediscovery of psychedelic drugs, has to do with consciousness expansion. We are expanding the exploration of our own wetware.

Creativity as a natural resource. Electronic media is returning us to an eye-oriented culture and causing the re-emergence of the suppressed unconscious. This reawakening of the collective and visual imagination is part of an archaic revival.

There is no doubt that the psychedelic revolution in the 1960s had a profound effect on the history of computers and computer graphics, and of mathematics, especially the birth of postmodern maths such as chaos theory and fractal geometry. This I witnessed personally. The effect on my own history, viewed now in four decades of retrospect, was a catastrophic shift from abstract pure math to a more experimental and applied study of vibrations and forms, which continues to this day. -Ralph Abraham, Ph.D.

Audio Clip of Trialogue #19: Psychedelics and the Computer Revolution, Esalen, California, 1991

Life isn't what it seems
Crack open the bottle
of Carlo Rossi and reminisce

She had nothing
but a joint in her hand;
lighter, keys, loose change
and a flower in her hair

I lit her joint,
blocked the breeze
as I saw the spark in her eyes

Fuck it, Let's go
to the East Bay and
leave all the bullshit

She started the car,
turned on Pink Floyd
Obscured by Clouds,
Destination Berkeley

I toked and choked,
Run with the Hunted
Fear and Loathing
lick the frost of the dream

I watched my day
unfold in mysterious ways
and followed in a blissful trance

Until she had to pee
we turned down a dead end road,
shallow creek, dead tree,
and lonely hills

I turned away,
sparked a joint,
burnt my fingertips
thinking of the days ahead

I have the scars to prove
that bliss starts
with a spark in her eyes

written, recited, video and audio edited by SatoriD

A Wishful Thought Does Not Forge Reality,
Nor A Dream Dreamt
Thoughts Are The Shadows of Feelings
Always Darker, Emptier
It Is Not The Dream That Is Real
It's The Dreaming

I Once dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering and flittering around, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my experience and my perception, my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. As Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. (Chuang-Tzu's Butterfly Dream Parable)

The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.
When the old story dies, there is a crisis. It is time for Transformation.
The Death of The Narrative, brings confusion, chaos, and struggle.
There are moments in Consciousness when things become fluid.
When Patterns change, and in these moments,
the ripple of even a single idea, can make a huge difference.
Change the whole wave of consciousness, evolve the reality


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the main thing in the universe is nameless, so I give it the name beauty. And beauty is beauty, that's all there is to it. Now if your only interested in yourself, then you're stuck with yourself, and stuck with your death. But if you get interested in beauty, well then you have latched on to something mysterious deep inside your soul, that grows and grows, like a secret insane thought, until your it....