Visionary Weather 22

Here the "Bee" on my (2nd expedition to Tampa) first girlfriend's flank seems to represent my B-field theorems that look into Albert the Alligator's (Albert Einstein's) classical General Relativity theory, which has the gravitational analogue of the electromagnetic B-field 4 times too strong for local Lorentz covariance. I had a great time dancing to rock and roll in alligator-ridden Florida, which establishes the correspondence to "Crocodile Rock" by Elton John. In addition to unified quantum field theory, I also worked out foundations of galaxy formation via the helium phase transformation He++ to He+ in the cooling Big Bang fireball, which may have something to do with how my mind seems to be synced up to the Big Energy up in space and its mystical imagery. My work on the Big Bang reminds me of a line from Steppenwolf's Born to Be Wild: "Fire all your guns at once and explode into space..." "Like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild ...We can climb so high, never gonna die."

I installed Bob Dylan's 1983 song Jokerman (video) as a YouTube video at the tail end of my index1 and index2 for Anti-Aging Medicine and Life Extension, taking care to include "the feet of a harlot", since Bob sings of this in the song. For this purpose I used my standard kicking harlot doorway to The Erotic Hots Study Guide. The cloud cover response was make the above figure over Kansas admired from Colorado. Coincidentally, I discovered Judy Collin's YouTube video song Fires of Eden, which I hadn't noticed yet. Dylan's hit song Jokerman was new to me also, and was really "Good as I Ben", which pleased me a lot. It turned out to synchronize with my 2nd marriage to Jo Nucifora in 1983, which was amusing. My full name is James A. Green III, so of course sometimes a guy might ask me the question Christ got asked by Pilate: "Are you a King?", since men rarely post a number after their names otherwise. Actually, the first James A. Green was an American Revolutionary War rifleman now buried in Illinois, but somehow the name got discontinued until it was picked up again with Granddad Green James A. Green Sr. Now would I come up with James A. Green IV? Why, the Fourth National Bank in Wichita, Kansas was doubtless a jest about this circumstance. However, it was all girls (and just one) from my wife Susan, who finally sent me away after a divorce suit in search of other wives, taking care to make a Sumo wrestler of herself to defend her person against revenge in the matter. After being saddled with a payment plan, I found further child preparation worrisome, but still needed to warm up with a friend. So I settled down with Jo for marital career of just making out. However, that came to an end in 1986.

Elderly Timothy Leary with his grey beard. Press for LSD links.

"Turn On, Tune In, & Drop Out":
Changing constellation imagery to
mirror us high in a mythic universe.
Note Tim's "Jokerman" costume.

A remarkable thing I remember is that the record player was playing Bob Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone (video) when Timothy Leary (video) seemed to cut through the wall at KU like the Great Light of "Is-Reel" with a big white light projector in 1969, when I was experimenting with LSD, which I did some between 1967 and 1973. [Play Legend of a Mind video by the Moody Blues.] I stopped taking LSD in 1973 after overdoing it with unmarked mystery dose pills, but seemed to maintain a kind of recurrent contact high with Leary and Dylan. Dylan's Jokerman seems to be a manifestation of that contact synchronization established when Leary cut through with his big white light during Like a Rolling Stone. Leary wrote a letter back in 1987 when I sent him one myself after discovering his address, and in the letter he named where several objects were in my rooms at the time, which I thought was quite an impressive magic trick. I wanted to pick up his Mind Mirror program, too, but had to wait until later. Later on, I found his web pages, and on May Day one year in the 1990s I saw him around me in the sky quite a bit, when he was seemingly projecting images of himself from the cloudtops via some divine agency, sporting the beard he had recently grown. In the most amazing scene he was holding a dancing girl in his hand, who was being blown around by undulatory winds in a dancing pattern, as if he were a May Day genie in Heaven in charge of the dancing girl supply. Actually, at the time he was an editor of Puritan Magazine, which had its share of them. The girly dancing image in his hand resembled a gif on his web page featuring smoke rising from a marijuana cigarette, but it was a lot sexier and more appealing. I never quite regained Ken Kesey's enthusiasm (video) for LSD, but I had some remarkable memories and a kind of acquired visionary sensibility for pattern recognition, although too much LSD too often had knocked me for a loop, which leads to the swearing-off. Perhaps Congress should maintain its legal use on a D-Day holiday to be held on June 6. Then it's just "Well, admittedly, but only on D-day, you know," and it's a nice long day for a bright day trip. I still get the impression that LSD is safer than many stunts kids try on skis or with parachutes and hang gliders, and it was quite memorable, philosophically interesting, and usually a good trip, especially for creative artists. As Leary maintained while hyping "the Wisdom of DNA", we seem to be poised at a remarkable evolutionary transition involving control using medicines and machines, not only on the plane of consciousness and the mind, but also possibly regarding physical immortality with respect to the aging process, which kills off everything from the inside out until the End of Evolution. For better performance on the final exam, however, in the future it may be the thing to go for Piracetam (to activate and focus your mind) with extra choline (to improve your memory).

This was perhaps a sublime "rose-mary" jest of psychedelic neuroacceleration at higher than moderate dosage: "Six hundred million years following your evolution from a finger-shaped worm in slick pre-Cambrian ooze.... Now that your consciousness has been greatly expanded with LSD and you are vastly more aware of internal data, neural processing, sense impressions, semi-hallucinatory alternative visions, and a wealth of new visionary machinery, the big bright futuristic machine that you are most welcome and deemed able to competently 'operate' for the next 8 hours is...the stiff neuroganglion of a shining stallion hard up for tender, talented belles." However, with LSD sometimes divine revelations could interfere with concentration on swooning sexuality, although the sense impressions associated with the moment of sex often seemed to come through with better clarity and fantastic intensity. See Timothy Leary's Neurocomics for the "Jokerman" comedy of it with a replay of Timothy Leary (video) and Ken Kesey (video). Of course, for many experimenters, concentration on fresh new realms of consciousness having little to do with sexual motives was the primary objective of an experimental session, and one often seemed to enjoy sublime, frequently stunning vistas reminiscent of the view from a Tibetan Mount Meru peak swimming with magical phantasmagoric visual imagery resembling exotic temple carvings or slowly undulating figures pleasurably copulating.

Timothy to Snoopy: "Not now, boy, not a gay KC theme!"

Here perhaps Dr. Leary chews on my doggy ear for associating LSD with gay KC themes, while sporting a revolutionist's cap like the one he wore when he escaped from prison and showed up to meet Eldrich Cleaver in Africa. The Wichita dog, resembling Snoopy from Peanuts, seems to bird-dog gay Kansas City while Dr. Leary whispers in his ear not to make such connections. LSD is not about how to render enemy troops competent to merely such cock, but about revolutionary transformations in consciousness . But the dog, fond of a bone in his mouth, is sometimes apt to reason this way. The scene reminds me of lines from the Jokerman theme I have been treating: "You're a dream twister: You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? Ain't nobody there who would want to marry your sister... You look into The Fiery Furnace [Bible story], see the rich man without any name... Half asleep by the stars with a small dog licking your face."