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2003-16-05, 8:33 a.m.

I've been meaning to do this for a while, but this clever individual did it for me. This may seem long but is very worth the time. Read each word and think.

Please Shut Up And Vibrate Already

Because you just know it's not all

toxic war and BushCo and homophobic senators, right?

By Mark Morford

So you look straight out into that

winking sunset or up at that

star-gashed sky or over at that

frolicking goofy mutt in the park or at

that funky yellow Mini Cooper or deep

into the rich burgundy flesh of that

goblet of wine or over at the soft

gorgeous rhythmic rise and fall of your

lover's chest as s/he sleeps and you

think, this is proof, isn't it?

This is proof that there's something

more, something richer and more divine and far, far more profound and

enthralling and cosmic and worthy and wet and delicious about this damnable existence, right? You can just feel it, that divine kick, that lick, that juice? Of course you can.

You just know, in other words, that

this can't be all there is.

Surely, you think, it's not all smirking inarticulate presidents and gutted economies and bogus wars and

international resentment, factories

belching venom into the sky and the

oceans with decreasing federal

restriction and increasing corporate


Surely it's not all rabid psychopatriots and fear-happy Bible huggers and homophobic Republican senators promoting their tyranny of sexless ignorance, garbage-food conglomerates consciously poisoning the population with toxic foodstuffs far more full of synthetic goo and Agent Orange by-products and bioengineered rat dung than actual food from which the body can draw life and energy and funk and satisfied karmic burps.

You think: No way can it be all about

thuggish 8 MPG SUVs and inexplicably dying sea otters and 45 percent of the country actually believing Saddam Hussein was directly responsible for

9/11. Can it?

Millions of people invoking the name of God as justification for war and hate and death, more homeless, more poverty, more rampant population growth, more

bitch-slapped civil rights, political

corruption and bizarre viral disease

and Dick Cheney making you question the very definition of sympathetic animate biped?

Because it's just so easy to forget.

It's so easy to let the crush and rush

and chain-saw babble of the world, of the major media's prepackaged hysteria, overwhelm your senses and numb your id and pile-drive your innate ability to look, really look at the world around you, and ultimately let them effectively asphyxiate what you deeply sense to be true.

Not simply that everything is

connected. Not simply that there is a

throbbing pulsing extant ever-present

scientifically proven energetic vibration to every damn thing on the

planet, animate and inanimate,

breathing or not, each and every

organism radiating forth its sacredness and its profanity and just waiting for you to raise your consciousness just a little so you can receive your divine epiphanic ass-slap.

It's not just that. It's that you,

right now, at this moment, are much

less removed from those pulsing

vibrational things than They want you

to believe. You are closer than you


Here is the basic formula: The more

They get you to ignore and detach from and hurl sticks of dismissive ignorance at that divine interconnectedness, the

more you feed the common tyranny of fear, the collective cultural moan, and the easier it is for corporations and the government and the masters of televised dread to convince you to buy into, say, a noxious war. Or toxic fast food. Or ultraviolent entertainment. Or Celine Dion.

Conversely, the more you work to feel

nature, imbibe it, soak up that juicy

interconnectedness like wine into a

mattress, suck up that vibrational hum and awe and kiss, the more you realize the value of protecting and preserving and treading lightly, actually taking the time to taste your food, integrate with those objects, feel that breath of your lover. Simple, really.

And, hence, the less you require of the material world. This is what scares Them the most. This is why They don't want you to notice, to feel, to remember, or to question their motives.

Because the less you believe that

everything around you is just a tedious lifeless resource to be consumed and shrugged off, the less you feel the need to share in the massive force-fed belief that we are here to devour as much as possible, as quickly as possible, and blow the living crap out of everything that gets in our way.

And then you take the idea one step

further. You realize that by soaking up

that interconnected juice and raising

that vibrational consciousness just

that little bit, on a day-to-day basis,

you are directly and immediately

affecting everything around you,

inspiring it, them, us to do exactly

the same.

The final kicker: It's all accessible

right now. All you gotta do is ask.

Invite it in. Literally. Just ask.

Want to be healthy? Strong? More open and lickable,(probably meant likable), and less bitter and baffled and cynical? Ask for it, place

some divine intent behind it and breath it in and imagine what it would feel like to radiate health and sexual

vibrancy and self-defined joy and

really cool taste in shoes. That's how

you start.

Because this is the biggest collective

delusion of all, that you can't get at

it, that it's so much wimpy tofu-hugging BS, so much fluffy New Age psychobabble. What a convenient excuse that is to remain wallowing and acidic and humming at a simplistically low, want-based pitch, happily drunk on the disinfo They want to sell you. It's just too easy. And lazy. And it does require work. It takes some concentrated and open-hearted effort to raise that awareness, to tune in on that level, sift through the bogus media and healers and teachers and pretentious yoga classes, gurus, smarmy inane Chicken Soupy books to find the authentically divine heat and rush and thrust.

You gotta get off your ass. You gotta

question everything. You gotta see the world anew, always, every moment, to progress and evolve and vibrate higher.

And, to be sure, it can be a total

divinely annoying pain in the ass.

But, really, when you get right down to it, what else is there?

All contents, except the swearing and

the random blasphemy, (tm) (c) 2003 SF


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