Here’s another creative collaboration between Bird & I, some footage we shot combined with our music, a collage of love 🙂
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Here’s a sweet healing song Bird & I made for our friend Jamie 🙂
first, an auditory-musical creative contemplation, followed by a transcription
What are the Gene Keys?
What are the Gene Keys to me?
My friend reminded me of this old story. It’s a story about a book, a book that exists in between time and the timeless, a book that contains all the secrets of life. You know I’ve been reading about this book for a long time. In Sandman, Destiny carries the Book of Life. This book is the Zohar, where every letter is a story in itself. A sort of fractal maze of knowledge. The first book I ever read was the Neverending Story, where the book is a world in itself, and the reader’s imagination populates this Fantasia, his enthusiasm rescues this realm from the nothingness.
Or, it’s like the Dragon Scroll in Kung Fu Panda. I like that reference because I’m a dragon in the Chinese mythology. The dragon scroll that holds the ultimate secret, the key to mastering kung fu once and for all.
The Gene Keys is a book of keys. They are keys that open 64 doors, and once these doors are opened they can never again be closed. Because you are the Gene Keys. When you choose the red pill, you are choosing to know yourself. Isn’t this the great sin of Adam and Eve, that they chose to know themselves? Every myth not only contains some insight, it also holds a shadow perspective, an alternative interpretation that gets swept under the rug of history. There is the mainstream and there is the counterculture, and they have danced side by side throughout human history, which is nothing but a story that adapts itself to the reader.
There are so many myths of this mysterious tome that has been lost, or hidden, or destroyed. A text that will unlock the mysteries of knowledge and power. A book of shadows, a book of leaves, a book of secrets. But… isn’t there a great joke in the heart of the mystery? That it was an open secret all along, that the door was never locked?
The Gene Keys, to me, are a language. Just because you have named something doesn’t mean you know it. It goes on changing. And that’s the mystery, anything that can be named can take on new dimensions, new qualities, and bring new perspectives. Everything is a facet of the mystery of life. And life can’t be intellectually grasped. Life is a dance we must enter into completely, foolishly, lovingly, fearlessly. So many systems of thought and belief are like liferafts that limit us to the surface of things. Gene Keys is more like scuba gear that gives us the courage to plunge into the depths. And who knows what we’ll find there? And whatever is revealed, does it really lessen the mystery of it all?
But if we can’t know anything then what’s the use of a language? What is a language? When I use these words, how is it that you can understand me? And how can I know that you actually understand me, that the words don’t mean something different for you? And what is meaning, anyway?
Isn’t it such a mysterious thing, to feel understood by another person? Two people can solve a math problem and reach the same solution, but isn’t it much more profound to open your heart to another and feel that you are truly heard? Isn’t that the true mystery? The simple fact that we are sharing this common experience, and that language is an integral part of it? Some have even said that language and the world are inseperable, that the world is language and language is the world. In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with God… and the WORD was God.
In the myth of Adam and Eve, when Adam learns the names of the animals he has power over them. When King Solomon learns the names of the demons he has power over them. And in society when we know someone’s name we can assign them praise or blame, we can give them a bank account and referrals, a resume and a history. Naming is about power. It’s about control.
Language is a magic that we human beings have mastered… or that has mastered us. Because it’s easy to be a victim of language. Language is a web, a web that can obscure simple and obvious truths. A scientist, for instance, may not have any use for a mystical experience. It doesn’t land in the scientific web. The experience might have great personal value but the objective language web doesn’t know what to do with it and leaves it behind. So we have to be careful with language. Language conditions us to see the world in a certain way and believe that it has been understood. If we don’t understand the mathematical and scientific language that has become dominant in our world, we may believe that we are incapable of understanding life. And so language has belittled us. Or if we are adept at understanding and wielding languages we may believe that we know all there is to know about life, and so language has robbed us of the wonder and awe that comes through not knowing. Language can be a tool or it can be a master who robs us of our inheritance.
So when I say the Gene Keys is a language I mean that the Gene Keys are a tool and a bridge but they are also an invitation into the wordless. This, to me, is the most beautiful language. Like the language of music, which doesn’t mean anything in and of itself but rises to the heights of human experience in the wordless transmission of harmony. Even mathematics has this wordless, conceptless inner essence for those who love logic and paradox.
And in the Gene Keys the whole world lives inside us. King Solomon’s demons live in our DNA, where they lurk and feed on every moment that we live life unaware, loveless and joylessly. And the animals in the Garden are the gifts that flourish in the paradise of an open heart. And even the angels are the exalted virtues that pour effortlessly from the ever-new slate of the awakened mind, the seat of silence that welcomes God, the lonely mountain peak that issues the most crystalline, refreshing water. The whole topography of creation resides within us, and as we open up and embrace this vastness the little separate self is seen as but a tiny cog in the great living intelligence that is our cosmic body, the universe itself.
What are the Gene Keys? The Gene Keys are whatever you make them. In the beginning you might see a book filled with words, and ideas that you can agree or disagree with. But in the end you will see a blank canvas, a set of brushes and colors that appears to be limited but which reveal their limitlessness through the creative joy of experimentation. So this is what the Gene Keys are to me.
What are they to you?
Cosmic, peaceful space jam that inspired a beautiful contribution from my old, sleepy canine friend. This is why I love music…
The Fall Equinox brings rain, blessing the thirsty plants of Santa Cruz. With the rain comes mist, magic… the hazy love of a dull day.
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