John Uriel Linneman
I was born at Mt. Zion hospital in San Francisco, California. Something that is peculiar about me is that my middle name is Uriel. It’s an archangel. That’s what I say when people ask me. My father said there was an alien ship that passed by just before my birth. I say it was just a grandiose dream. It could have just been the reflection of my birth hovering over him like some primal hologram. If you believe in multiple dimensions. It is quite plausible. The math adds up. However it is just a theory still.
That’s all life is, just theories, or hypotheses, created from another brain, with a more grandiose story and better equipment. This would be if you believed that the brain is the mind and it is separate from other minds. They are still theorizing on that one. My dad believes that anything in this world that is not from God is the ego. According to my father and some guy named Raj. The ego is the piss-ant mortal voice in your head that wants to destroy your good human time. It sure is stuck in my head. You could say if moods were different heads, then I would be a Hydra.
My astrology sign is Virgo, with Leo rising and my moon is in Aquarius. It’s a good place for your moon to be in. That’s what the astrology books say. I say as long as the moon is in its proper gravitational orbit, 238,000 miles above the Earth. Then we are good. Imagine if the moon fell out of orbit? There would be total catastrophe. It would be an end-of-the-world scenario. Much worse than Mercury going into retrograde. Funny, here’s an idea… If Mercury is in retrograde then is the filling in my tooth also? It seems that there could be some correlation. Maybe?
My brother says no one is special in my family. He just said it. During Christmas, last Christmas actually, over the course of his functional alcoholic holiday drinking binge. Also, that our mother was a coward. Those are pretty harsh words, especially at a time where you are supposed to celebrate family.
The real kicker is that our Mom committed suicide. She died in a hollowed-out tree in Armstrong woods. It’s somewhere in Guerneville, CA. I guess she wrote a bunch of letters before she died, but when they found her it had been raining so much that they just washed away. I hope there was an angel with her to guide her to the light.
That’s real right? Light. I mean it is a frequency. So many people misidentify it as something that is tangible and separate. Like the color white, which is light. If White is every color why do some people get so color phobic…? Like they’re afraid of another’s color, especially on humans. Here is a fact for you: the pigment in the skin gives the illusion that we are different. It’s only a frequency; it’s only a different reflection of the spectrum.
I had blonde hair at one time. It was golden like the sun, which is actually just white. We just think it’s yellow because the color somehow bends during the time it takes the light from the sun to register through our optical nerves, hitting our color rods in the iris which then sends an encoded electromagnetic message to the brain and tells us that it’s gold.
Sometimes we kill for Gold, too. Not the color, but the material. I’m sure you know that right now Gold is selling for $1,406 US dollars an ounce. It has actually dropped a few hundred dollars just in the last few months, and has created all sorts of speculation in the financial blogosphere. I just think people shouldn’t react to things like that. The market will go up, and it will inevitable go down.
Things change, impermanence is the only thing that is real. One of my favorite authors, Jack Kerouac, said, “Music is the only thing that is real.” Again, a frequency, a symphony of frequencies just waiting for nimble-fingered maestros to pick them up.
We are just radios, transmitting beams across the sky.