I wonder if equivalent dinosaurs rule with the winged variety coming out on top.

Lizard types ruling with tools? Mammals for dinner. Birds always coming out on top, tree tops.

Earth was in the ‘National cycle’ in 1400 AD. I wonder which consciousness cycle Keplar 22-b is in… Mammalian, Familial, Tribal, National?

Evolution of consciousness ideas suggest we are currently in the ‘Galactic cycle’ and are almost ready for the ‘Universal cycle’.

Study how consciousness has changed since the universe began. Changes accelerate.

We are lucky to be alive in an exciting time of many changes. Our consciousness is evolving as we become more aware._

The best ideas filter to the top then spread back down through communications. Our ideas are evolving and the fittest ones make it through._

The ‘top’ of any given network may not be obvious and doesn’t need to be. Anyone can be the originator of an idea._

Names and reputation do carry weight so when they ‘see’ a good idea and ‘broadcast’ it will spread wider. Then networks’ ideas compete._

All humans act like cells in the brain, talking to each other, forming pathways, networking for functions. We are getting better at it._

Our Earth sized ‘brain’ is not yet fully developed. We are very close. It took us 16 billion~years to get this far. Look how far recently._

(via jkne)

Desperate governments know that by showing up Assange as a criminal that Wikileaks will lose legitimacy in the eyes of media washed sheeple.

Don’t let governments spin you via the media. Don’t believe in the actions your banks and services you rely upon to be correct and just.

They really are trying to control the information that gets to us and they are masters at it. Please be warned and remind yourself.

Unfortunately, there are many greedy, self-serving people on this planet and many of them have a lot of power. Some, too much power.

They wont stop finding ways to make you believe what they want you to believe until the majority does believe. They are relentless.

They do not want to loose their grip on power any more than Saddam, Gaddafi or any of the other self-righteous tyrants that roamed before.

They will do anything and everything they can to control the information. But they’ll do it on the sly, and you’ll hardly notice.

Desperate government sit at the top of a pyramid of power and have control over information right to the bottom,to the person in the street.

We are all equals. Every one of us stinks of shit. Take care over what to believe in and what not to believe.

Just remember how much some humans like to cling onto power and what they will do to keep it.

After rising a deep breath and directionless. Nowhere to go except the sky that I’m in and it’s hitting my skin, finding a way in. Now move.

Cold thrill for these disjointed things that carry me. I live there and my body takes me. No one is there or around. Peaceful as I wished.

River has a dam and it does trickle being my drink. The taste, the purity, one drop is not enough. I want the reserve. All of it to do with.

The grey woman with her jug spurting lovely liquid as her own. I watch, drink from, sit with my back facing, skip around, and to the forest.

Grey and crazy. This was made long ago. Lichen has made it home. Grass helplessly hugs, helped by daytime. At night, watery bubbling.

Then, the pump was switched off. The pressure was gone. Now it’s all gone. That jug, that trickle, that river, that dam. I’m not a plumber.

You are the plumber!

-jkne

Solution: Have day(s) completely switched off from the Internet. It really worked on Saturday/Sunday. Centred myself again

I should mention that I use more than 4 networks, but the top 4 get the most hits. By hits I mean, cyclic and compulsive refreshing.

There is peace inside everyone.

Everyone has distractions. Give yourself a few moments of uninterrupted peace to reflect. Deactivate everything. Let your thoughts settle.

If Myspace doesn’t function as simple as Twitter or Facebook and offer something totally unique, it will fail. Waste $35m~ it just sold for.

News Corp. paid $580m originally for it lol They tried to revamp it, but they disregarded simplicity and better ways to display information.

You can’t just show a page half full of links with a huge distracting ad on top. It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack at a rave.
They should just completely delete Myspace and start again. Everything in a stream. Channels to follow. Tweet is how we do it.

Free feedback from someone who’s been facepalming at Myspaces almost unbelievable series of spectacularly bad decisions and apathy for 8yrs.

.@Myspace Hire me, @JKNE User experience advisor.

Oh yeah I forgot… it’s a bot account @Myspace … Shake my head.

Strange leaves bathe in electric light, buzzing yellow all night, dark texture, owned missed scenery, a fast bypasser, blurred and reassured.

Weak force connection, strong and massive, moving past, waved awake, shivering filaments, shaking affection, be stood tall again, resilient.

Hidden within, a process begins, and unknown change, developing progress, energetic devotion, collection readying, building to reveal.

From each root, new life is drawn, sprouting a signal, opening time now, everything to gain, growing over danger, steady climb to soaring.

-jkne

Away, into the sky, getting smaller, going away, leaving a fading trail as the shroud falls deeper, as the waves fuzz broadly and distant.

Waves all growing and crashing and fizzling in a chorus of constant motion across the flattest horizon absorbing anything that approaches.

Swept grass lopping over long, tall and swaying, From afar, a way back, a way left behind. The sea is there, understanding and grounding.

Merging across the flats into the living oceans breeze, the woollen hoods and gritted feet, taken away while following dreams.

With the air, feet dance in grace. To the venting delta and beyond, with the water washing along, the sky joins a sea of tidal embraces.

And from the hooded faces a song of chirps, wind rushed wails, some lost, some heard, but all felt.

The sea knows.

-jkne

Cannabis should be licensed for sale so that a fear of being found out doesn’t develop into a mental complex.

For years I feared what my family would think. I knew that they, along with the rest of the public, associated cannabis under the menacing meaning of ‘drugs’. This perception of what other people think and not wanting them to think less of me, treat me differently or fear for my safety and sanity led to my own unnecessary fear. I felt fear from family members concerned about me about ‘drug’ addiction and potential mental health issues.

Hiding my cannabis smoking away from almost everyone except a few close friends put unnecessary strain on my thinking. I felt like a criminal in my own home even though I was in employment and even started my own business.

Cannabis undoubtedly has mind altering abilities, that was the whole point in using it; to think differently, to escape, to have a laugh just like users of alcohol, not to mention all other forms of escape. Escape like anything is best in moderation.

If cannabis was licensed for sale then new and potential users no longer have to hide. They can talk openly with their family, friends, employers and strangers without being judged as a societal outcast.

Remove the fear and be open with substance habits.

Rain may cover, distort and shroud. You can see me, behind looking glasses all moving so fast, each an eye, showering away points of view.

No amount of will can make you come, my rain, I miss you. I miss your attempts to take away my heat, the way you cling to me, mess my hair.

I can hear your noise, you remind me of a river. One I could swim in for the shock, choosing to be intimate and chilled all over, drenched.

You partner with the wind, take away my comfort, a shiver energetic to life, water in motion attacking my system, my breath taken, shaking.

Please rain wont you come. You are drink for the soul, you never got old. You know me, I collect you, dance with you and sail through you.

Rain on face, trickle over lips, taste. On the back of my neck you freeze, make my heart beat. Panoramic shower patters lifting damp ground.

Test me with grey, your dull makes me brighter, you highlighter, you lifter upper. Your glaze brings me alive, cleanses and invigorates.

-jkne

All the tension had no meaning.
Before me a river filled with electricity,
Bathing in beauty of the bruised body radiated.
Nothing else mattered but we shared the same space
The heart beat the thinking out of existence,
A minor irrelevance. The new life shone out,
Breaking the cloud, piercing holes in every darkness,
filling beakers of pure liquid light. Drink in, purify.
Washing away every last doubt and draining out.

Re-birth, this entity new and ready gracefully.
Everything touched transformed,
Melted were the cast irons of the past,
Liquefied and set into walking surfaces.
Leap upon off and on. Reached the distance.

-jkne

blue cold snow
deep night glow

sharing the air
seeing the twinkles

emmy is sleeping
or is she up tweeting

she’s resting in bed
dreaming what she said

i’m still awake
and keeping you safe

connected at least
across barriers unseen

from now until dawn
we share the same sky

and all through the day

jkne – x

If laziness is the mother of invention, which it often is, then taking my phone out of my pocket every time I want to check Twitter is far too clumsy. I want it projected in front of my eye, with some kind of discreet control pad on my arm or voice control… is that too much to ask? Well no, it isn’t. The technology is already here and by the 2010s it’ll be cheap.

Will people walk around with a strange screen projecting to their eye? If it is discreet, yes.

Don’t use an eye-screen and drive.

Insert image: “Wearable Internet Computing 2010s” with someone wearing a funny screen over their eye.

See the slideshow on mobile computing here

Heavy dnbstep bass and drums for swinging ya armageddons.

[Astronomy Picture Of the Day 29th September 2009]

Incredible new and beautiful image.
Astonishing level of detail and great composition.

i am deaf but hear your voice.
i sensed a word, i heard a bird, tweeting in the trees.

colourful mute artist, paint me a sky.

fly away and be free

blue warmed into rouge,
the core lit up the shell,
radiating arms reaching over
catched and magnetized and stuck and unprizable

warm are the exchanges that last through the ages.

a face appears, frightened and daring
rocking a smile, so edgy but caring

soothes and makes instant good is this contagious smile, i want to last all while.

- jkne – x (em)

Grimey Dubstep Filth from Modosomo.

Never heard dubstep before? Why not try something new and experience this dancefloor sound that is big in the underground. You see people moving, bobbing, tapping and going crazy to this kind of sound in clubs. It’s a dark, grimey and often amusing sound. ¦D

Hubblesite.org Press Release

“Butterfly Nebula” – NGC 6302

Stephan’s Quintet of distant galaxies

Omega Centauri star cluster

Carina Nebula “pillar of creation”

Numbers this big represent a whole lot of nothing. Enjoy it nearly being 1 and lots of zeros.

Best played loud*
*on sub heavy sound systems.

Surprisingly ‘bdum’ was not already defined so I added my own entry.

bdum

Please thumb me up :]

“@jigglemequick write about how great your life is now that i’m in it. just throwing suggestions out there. lol”

So here I am (@jigglemequick) writing about how great my life is now that @pReHaB212 is in it. Thanks for the suggestion!

Please take a moment to see why I follow her. I am not kidding I will attempt to describe how she is making it ‘great’!

I find her tweets insightful and they often stand out from the wave. Each oozes with reality, life, buzz, wisdumb, jackacidity, sexiness, hope, joy and often brings a smile to my face.

Anything that makes me smile qualifies for being ‘great’.

A few examples:

“finally home. feels great!! everyone get naked!! haha. not really”

“twitter makes me think of when i was eleven all amped on chat rooms. except for now when i talk to 40 yr. old men, it’s by choice. lol”

“where’s all the ladies? i’m twitter-surrounded by a bunch of dudes. i feel outnumbered and a little excited.”

“you ever look up from twitter to the t.v. & realize there is hard core porn that has apparently been on for an hour? no? oh, me neither.”

“@jigglemequick this is gonna be the best hand holding, skipping, rubbing, lap dance ever. lol”

At first I thought OMG what am I doing writing this, but now I encourage this dedicated writing about fellow tweeters. Tweet, I mean, write about your acquaintances, or tweet. Show your love :]

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