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AI Zen - 1 8:01

cách đây 5 weeks trước8:01

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In this episode, my AI voice replica recites poetry. I also collaborated with an AI powerhouse to reimagine Robert Frost's "Mending Wall." Together, we illuminate the boundaries between worlds. ** I was outside in the yard today fixing my bamboo fence, the same bamboo where I met Buddha. The wind tears openings in the bamboo every once in a while. I patch these holes up using wire. As I was doing this today, I started thinking of Robert Frost's poem 'Mending Wall.” I realized that my swaying bamboo barrier serves the same soul-purpose as Frost's stone wall—though mine bends with the wind rather than tumbling down. I started imagining how differently Frost might have written his poem if he was working with “flexible emerald sentinels instead of cold stones, and feeling somehow connected to an ancient human tradition of creating harmony through thoughtful separation.” I gave the AI a prompt that brought out more of my own perspective, how the idea of the poem is related to Buddhism. What it created is truly awesome. I made some edits to help evoke what i was envisioning. I made heavy edits on the second version. So here’s the first version. It’s written more in the style of Robert Frost. It’s called “Mending Bamboo.” Mending Bamboo Something there is that doesn't love a fence, That sends the wind to bend and crack the canes, And spills the weathered culms across the path; And makes gaps even deer can wander through. The work of storms is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stalk standing straight, But they would have the laurel leaves exposed, To sway and tremble bare. The breaks I mean, No one has seen them formed or heard them snap, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I gather fallen bamboo from the ground; And on a day I work to mend the line And set the fence around my garden once again. I weave the stalks together as I go. To each the bamboo that has grown too tall. And some are flexible and some too stiff I have to bend them gently into place: 'Stay where you are until the binding holds!' I wear my fingers raw with bamboo splinters. Oh, just another kind of meditation, Self to self. It comes to something more: Here where it stands I truly need this fence: The bamboo shields the laurel from the world. My laurel trees will flourish safe within And find their peace behind bamboo, I know. I often think, 'Good bamboo makes good shelter.' Spring is the wisdom in me, and I ponder As I align each culm with careful hands: Why does this barrier bring me such peace? It's not just plants I'm guarding with my work. Before I built this fence I came to know What I was guarding in my inner garden, And from what storms I sought to find relief. Something there is that understands a shield, That wants it strong. I could say 'Buddha' to myself, But it's not doctrine exactly, and I'd rather Feel it emerge from silence. I see myself here Binding a cane secured firmly by the base In steady hands, like an ancient sage at practice. I move in stillness as it seems to me, Not of avoidance but of mindful presence. I will not hide behind dead metaphors, And I like having understood it now so well I think again, 'This bamboo fence protects what's precious.' Ok, so now we're done reading the first version of the poem. Here’s version two, now with a fresh coat of paint. It's called Emerald Sentinels My fence of bamboo sways with the wind, While stalks bow and break beneath the sun. Through hidden gaps the deer slip in, To feast on laurel leaves they've come. I've arrived to mend what the wind has crushed, Where once proud stalks stood straight and tall. These breaches form without a sound, No crack or snap to mark their birth. Yet when spring unfolds its vibrant green, I find their passage through my earth. I pick up stalks from where they fell; And spend a day to fix the fence I weave the stalks as I go. Each one gets the canes that grew on their side. Some bend like reeds and some stay stiff I need to ease them into place: 'Stay put until the ties are set!' My hands get rough from sharp bamboo. It's just a form of zen, you see, No meaning, no good, no bad. No polarities… But, why am I fixing this flexible emerald boundary, anyway? To protect the laurel’s leaves. Yes, of course. However. “Plants are non-dualistic,” I think. And by helping them, I partake in the non-duality of mother nature. Ahhh, me with my thoughts. The bamboo means much more: These stalks form a shield for the green plant. My laurel grows safe in this space And finds peace behind strong canes, I know. I think, 'Strong fence makes safe place.' Why does this screen bring such deep peace? Like Zen, it can’t be put into words. This thought I think. Can’t be described… Only experienced. I guard more than plants with this bamboo mending work. Before I built this fence, I knew what parts of my soul I kept safe, and what harsh storms I allowed in. Something knows the need for shields, Wants them strong. I could say 'Zen ways,' But it's more than that, and I choose to let truth rise from the calm. I get out of my head for a moment, The wounds have been sealed with my patient hands, Silent sentinels awakened. We share this quiet awareness, Two beings bending, not breaking. In each mended crack, a story; In each healed stem, a teacher. The fence remembers what it knows: To bend with storms yet hold its ground, Just as I, the mender, learn to yield and strengthen all at once.…

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AI Spirituality - Vril 7:13

cách đây 6 weeks trước7:13

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I brought my voice to life with AI and fed two quotes to another AI powerhouse. The result? Something you have to hear. Dive in and discover the magic of Vril! ** “At first, we think that the members of our family are separate from one another, but afterwarfds we see that they contain each other. You are the way you are because I am the way I am. We see the intimate connection between people, and we go beyond signs. We used to think that the universe contains millions of separate entities. Now we understand “the non-existence of signs.” -Thích Nhất Hạnh, pp 108, The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching: Transforming Suffering into Peace, Joy, and Liberation. “What we call our “soul” is the sum of all world energies.” -Dr. Ernst Shertel, pp 62, Magic: History, Theory Practice. Music by Mushroom Tears Cover/Logo by Slightly Psychic…

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Soul Print👽 27:45

cách đây 9 weeks trước27:45

27:45

What would you do if you spotted an otherworldly orb hovering in the sky? On this week’s episode, I share my mind-bending encounter with an off-world sphere unlike anything you've seen. It was around 6am on Sunday, March 23, 2025. It shimmered silently in the distance like a star, moving closer and closer—but when I zoomed in closer with my camera, the orb revealed its true nature. What appeared to be a strange, glowing presence transformed into vibrant, pulsating blue plasma, alive with energy and mystery. But this wasn’t just a chance sighting. Over time, I’ve learned to communicate with these interstellar visitors, not by broadcasting signals, but through telepathy. Yes, real, active telepathy. These beings exist beyond our physical senses, and by quieting the noise in our minds, we can open the door to direct communication. I’ll walk you through what it’s like to encounter consciousness from a place so far removed, yet so deeply familiar. Trust me, this is not science fiction; it’s a very real, very personal skill. And here’s the best part—I’m not special. This ability to connect with higher intelligences isn’t reserved for a chosen few. Anyone, including you, can learn to tune into the subtle frequencies of the universe. If you’ve ever been curious about the unknown, this episode will give you both the inspiration and tools to start your own interstellar conversations. Our cosmic neighbors are waiting, and the invitation is universal. Source: The Extra-Dimensionals: True Tales And Concepts of Alien Visitors by John DeSouza. Audiobook Video/Photos of Plasma Slightly Psychic on Threads Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears AI Art by Slightly Psychic Find me on Patreon. Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Chinese Roswell 36:01

cách đây 18 weeks trước36:01

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. ******** Imagine alien travelers marooned in ancient China, their advanced knowledge subtly influencing early teachings. Could their otherworldly insights have inspired key Buddhist themes like enlightenment, inter-being, impermanence and Nirvana? Unlock the secrets of ancient enigmas and cosmic connections in this week’s episode! From the resonant energy ripples that unify sacred sites like Tibet's revered Mount Kailash, the timeless Pyramid of Giza, and China's cryptic Great White Pyramid of Xi’an, we’ll uncover the hidden harmonies linking these legendary landmarks. Dive into the Dropa Stones, an extraterrestrial message in a bottle etched into eternity, and unravel the unsettling saga of an alien race stranded on Earth’s mountainous frontier. Could these tales of shipwrecked civilizations hold clues to our cosmic origins? And what about the worldwide wave of drone sightings—are they from China? Or maybe they're the watchers, the messengers, or something more? Sources: Intro Audio: Dr. Michael Salla, Rise of the Red Dragon. The Chinese Roswell , by Hartwig Hausdorf. Great White Pyramid of Xi'an, China - Historic Mysteries The Great Pyramids: Ancient Energy Devices or Architectural Marvels? A Deep Dive into Resonant Energy Theory - Tesla telegraph Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears AI Art by Slightly Psychic Find me on Patreon. Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Be Nirvana Now 26:19

cách đây 20 weeks trước26:19

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. ******** The journey to Nirvana, or enlightenment, isn't about striving towards a distant goal, but embracing the present moment fully. The separation between "I" and the universe is an illusion. The dance of life is here and now. To truly "Be Nirvana Now," one must recognize that this moment, with all its imperfections and beauty, is already a manifestation of the eternal. The here and now is not something to escape from, but to immerse in completely. To "Be Nirvana Now" is to tap into the infinite, to experience the interconnectedness of all things and the mystery of existence. It's about dissolving the ego, engaging with the vast unknown, and embracing the awe-inspiring experience of being. This process isn't confined to esoteric practices; it's available in every moment, a call to awaken to the deeper layers of reality. Nirvana is not a distant place or time, but the very life we are living, accessible through mindful awareness. So, "Be Nirvana Now" is an invitation to dissolve the illusion of separation, embrace the cosmic dance, and live with mindful presence and compassion. It's a celebration of the profound truth that Nirvana is here, now, in every breath and heartbeat.…

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Lotus in a Sea of Fire 16:12

cách đây 20 weeks trước16:12

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Dedicated to all those affected by the fires in California🥺 Join me in a Buddha Om prayer for the people who are suffering and those who perished. I believe psychic energy (miracles) can heal 🙏✨ References: Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Zen Master. https://youtu.be/OMUoUx4PP34?si=zcSAxijZys4PcZpa https://youtu.be/nTofm2SlQ7I?si=8gurrguZ9YuOL1pL Drunvalo Melchizedek.…

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Stoned Poetry - The Frost 22:58

cách đây 22 weeks trước22:58

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. *** *** Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening read by Slightly Psychic. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Copyright Credit: Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC. Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995 https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. AI Art by: Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Projections of Consciousness 11:45

cách đây 23 weeks trước11:45

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The projections of consciousness on the concepts of life and death often brings into sharp focus the transient nature of our existence. By contemplating our own mortality, we become acutely aware of the finite time we have, leading to a deeper appreciation of the present moment and the meaningful connections we forge. This awareness can foster a sense of urgency to live authentically and purposefully, transcending mundane concerns. In a broader sense, it invites us to reflect on the continuity of life, where death is not an end but a transformation. Loneliness is a tool for appreciating the peace of emptyness. A peace we can return to in our mind - even when life takes a turn and we're no longer lonely.…

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Contact👽🫶 31:18

cách đây 23 weeks trước31:18

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. *** *** A recent spike in drone sightings in New Jersey (where I live) and all over the world has prompted me to share something with you... How to contact alien vehicles... I would not recommend communicating with the drones... However, the orbs (which I've been seeing for years) are ok, in my opinion, as I have open contact with them... And in this episode I tell you how I make contact. Click here to wahch the orb I filmed. Click here to listen to Alex Collier explain what the drones actually are. Threads Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by: Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Mindless - in Electric Forest 8:33

cách đây 27 weeks trước8:33

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. *** *** Take a walk with me through Electric Forest as I explore mindfulness... At Electric Forest, ravers release their suffering to the forest, creating space for a metaphysical rebirth. It was here that I began walking mindlessly... It's a way to enter the present moment... It might sound silly, but it really works! After all, the mind is just a mental construct. Why not let it go? Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by: Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Spirit Stones 22:59

cách đây 30 weeks trước22:59

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*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you want to be enlightened. *** *** While doing some work in the yard, carrying a bag of stones, I received a message from the spirit of the stones. How is this connected to the Dropa stones from the Chinese Roswell crash? And I describe my experience being beamed up to an alien spaceship during a lucid dream - where my metaphysical body left my physical body. Did aliens transfer their consciounsess to Buddha? Did aliens already make contact via Buddhism? Consciousness technology. The obliteration of intellect and notions. The message is in the stones. References: Chinese Roswell by Hartwig Hausdorf. Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by: Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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The Jesus Christ Pose 35:21

cách đây 34 weeks trước35:21

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Soundgarden's "Jesus Christ Pose" remixed by Mushroom Tears (aka Slightly Psychic). We go 'down rabbit hole' into a timeless Seattle classic... Listen to the enitre remix --> HERE. "Jesus Christ Pose" by Soundgarden (lyrics) And you stare at me In your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out Like you've been carrying a load And you swear to me You don't want to be my slave But you're staring at me Like I, like I need to be saved, saved Like I need to be saved, saved In your Jesus Christ pose In your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord And I swear to you That I'd never feed you pain But you're staring at me Like I'm, like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails (Nails) Nails (Nails), nails (Nails) Like I'm driving the nails (nails), nails In your Jesus Christ pose In your Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud It's the coming of the Lord Would it pain you more to walk on water Than to wear a crown of thorns It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich Than to bury you poor Poor (in your Jesus Christ pose) Poor (in your Jesus Christ pose) Writer(s): Chris J. Cornell, Hunter Benedict Shepherd, Kim A. Thayil, Matthew D. Cameron Reference: Stop striving and arrive: Change Your Thoughts Change Your Life by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer. Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Logo Art by: Slightly Psychic Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Heaven on Earth - with Josh Osterman (Part 2) 1:11:32

cách đây 38 weeks trước1:11:32

1:11:32

*** *** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you have an open mind. *** *** One question leads to over an hour of wisdom! Josh explains a great solution to break out of negative cycles and chatter. And what to do, instead, for the outcome you actually want! How to deal with your suffering in a way that leads to personal progress and empowerment. Seeing the Unseen in nature. How music can immerse you in the moment and help you let go. Where to find Heaven on Earth. The meaning of free will. Plus, a hilarious anecdote about road rage🤣 (and how it helped Josh understand anger from a whole new perspective). Gaining wisdom from other people's mistakes. And, the power of collective suffering - and collective healing! FundaMENTAL messages from the Bible to help you 'tune in' to God. And, why what we do matters . Listen until the end (Josh goes solo on the topics of God, love, bottled water, and cigarettes). And enjoy a live recording of "Paper Traces" an original song by Josh! ** ** Original Song: "Paper Traces" by Josh Osterman. References: Sapo in My Soul , by Peter Gorman Intro/theme Music by: Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by: Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Heaven on Earth - with Josh Osterman (Part 1) 1:20:27

cách đây 41 weeks trước1:20:27

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*** WARNING: Slightly Psychic will challenge your perception of reality. Please do NOT listen to this podcast UNLESS you have an open mind. *** Josh Osterman teaches us how to appreciate the world we live in now, that it truly is, heaven on earth... He's a grower, a baker of some of the finest cannabis edibles in the galaxy, a psychonaut, and an alchemist extraordinaire. He's also a great friend! We got the chance to chat about some mindblowing phenomena, including: Eternity and the meaning of suffering. The joy and drawbacks of marijuana. Finding "The realness of life" in your family. How to live in the moment. And MUCH more! ** ** Music by Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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Stoned Poetry - The Bear 46:16

cách đây 47 weeks trước46:16

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**Warning: I do not condone the use of cannabis in any way whatsoever. The Bear by Galway Kinnell 1 In late winter I sometimes glimpse bits of steam coming up from some fault in the old snow and bend close and see it is lung-colored and put down my nose and know the chilly, enduring odor of bear. 2 I take a wolf’s rib and whittle it sharp at both ends and coil it up and freeze it in blubber and place it out on the fairway of the bears. And when it has vanished I move out on the bear tracks, roaming in circles until I come to the first, tentative, dark splash on the earth. And I set out running, following the splashes of blood wandering over the world. At the cut, gashed resting places I stop and rest, at the crawl-marks where he lay out on his belly to overpass some stretch of bauchy ice I lie out dragging myself forward with bear-knives in my fists. 3 On the third day I begin to starve, at nightfall I bend down as I knew I would at a turd sopped in blood, and hesitate, and pick it up, and thrust it in my mouth, and gnash it down, and rise and go on running. 4 On the seventh day, living by now on bear blood alone, I can see his upturned carcass far out ahead, a scraggled, steamy hulk, the heavy fur riffling in the wind. I come up to him and stare at the narrow-spaced, petty eyes, the dismayed face laid back on the shoulder, the nostrils flared, catching perhaps the first taint of me as he died. I hack a ravine in his thigh, and eat and drink, and tear him down his whole length and open him and climb in and close him up after me, against the wind, and sleep. 5 And dream of lumbering flatfooted over the tundra, stabbed twice from within, splattering a trail behind me, splattering it out no matter which way I lurch, no matter which parabola of bear-transcendence, which dance of solitude I attempt, which gravity-clutched leap, which trudge, which groan. 6 Until one day I totter and fall— fall on this stomach that has tried so hard to keep up, to digest the blood as it leaked in, to break up and digest the bone itself: and now the breeze blows over me, blows off the hideous belches of ill-digested bear blood and rotted stomach and the ordinary, wretched odor of bear, blows across my sore, lolled tongue a song or screech, until I think I must rise up and dance. And I lie still. 7 I awaken I think. Marshlights reappear, geese come trailing again up the flyway. In her ravine under old snow the dam-bear lies, licking lumps of smeared fur and drizzly eyes into shapes with her tongue. And one hairy-soled trudge stuck out before me, the next groaned out, the next, the next, the rest of my days I spend wandering: wondering what, anyway, was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived? Galway Kinnell, “The Bear” from Three Books . Copyright © 2002 by Galway Kinnell. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved, www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com. Source: Three Books (2002) ** ** Music by Mushroom Tears Slightly Psychic on Patreon. Art by Slightly Psychic Contact: slightlypsychicpodcast@yahoo.com…

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