The pope was in town while I was in Lisbon over the summer. Apparently, youthful pilgrims from all over the world convene at a predestined city every two to four years (replete with beer, rosaries, teenage hormones and national flags) and have an all-out, Catholic-Con-styled jubilee. The event is known as World Youth Day (WYD), in which the Catholic Church celebrates young adults and youth around the world in with religious programming, internationally-televised Pope appearances, site-seeing and celibate, beer-fueled celebrations.
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AI prompt: Explain Joseph Campbell’s Eternal Principle in the style of James Joyce.
AI: What is the eternal principle? A word, a sound, a breath. It is not born, it does not die. It is in all things, it is in you now. You are a wave on the face of the ocean. When the wave is gone, is the water gone? Has anything happened? Nothing has happened. It is a play, a game, a dance. A dance of forms and shapes, of light and dark, of joy and sorrow. A dance of the One and the many, of the same and the different, of the eternal and the temporal. A dance of God and man, of heaven and earth, of spirit and matter. A dance of the eternal principle.
Featured here is an audiovisual recording I made of a Traditional Amazonian Plant Medicine (TAPM) ceremony in the Ecuadorian rain forest set to the entrancing ceremonial chanting of the Quichua shaman, Don Luis. The prominent river in the video is the Jatanyaku, flowing past La Laguna Azul, which is usually a bright light blue, but because of the rain the blue was overrun with a chocolate milk-like Amazonian brown.
The golden Eurotram rolling over Porto's UNESCO-recognized double-deck double arch bridge (built in 1877 by Teofilo Seyrig, who was Eiffel's partner (which elegantly explains the resemblance)) known as Ponte Dom Luis I, looks an awful lot like the golden Guy Manuel Daft Punk helmet. But I digress.
This gallery of Porto photos, or photos of Porto, if you'd rather, is a continuation of yesterday's Summer in Lisboa post. Enjoy these Porto perspectives prominently featuring an unforgettable Saturday evening sunset over the Douro River, artful tinned sardine packaging, bottles of the good stuff (extra virgin Portuguese olive oil), and the colorfully charming facades of the ancient city. I've only been to Lisbon once before, and it was on a thirty-six hour TAP layover flight from Newark to Zurich on my thirtieth birthday 'Around the World in Seventy-Seven Days' celebration. For this reason I had no choice but to feel a real taste of the place was missing from palette. I've been to the drier rural areas of Portugal on numerous occasions, but Lisbon and Porto have both slipped through my metropolitan net of experience.
The Orange Sunshine gently rippled and rolled across the surface of the embryonic liquid lake on Day 6 of Boom Festival 2023. A yogi joyfully soaks in the final golden sunset glow from a floating wooden dock on the Boom Land Lake as an inflatable rainbow-tailed unicorn listlessly gazes through the Portuguese summer horizon's heated haze.
The Festival Freak Flags were flying especially high one sunny summer morning by the Boom Land Lake at Boom Festival 2023 (Day 6). The morning lake breeze made the audible flapping seem as if the festival flags were proudly proclaiming their undeniably vibrant iridescent message: fly your freak flags up, fellow festival freaks!
July 1st 2023: I think it's the highest I've ever been (geographically). I made it to the summit of Imbabura (4640 m) along with a three-legged dog named Rambo and a ten-month old mutt. These intrepid dogs belonged to my guide, Jose, the grandson of Aida, owner and founder of the laid-back hostel, Casa Aida, located in the idylic little Ecuadorean village of La Esperanza. This tiny Andean town, tucked away in the Imbabura Province, is the principal launching pad for the majority of Imbabura Volcano climbers.
The vibrant Boom Festival flags fly high at the acid-head-hued golden hour outside of Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal.
The warm Portuguese summer breeze blows through the sacred geometry's rippling topography imbuing it's original message with new, encrypted non-Euclidean expressions. Now's the time to consider the mathematical portals unlocked. The electromagnetic download begins once You take off your clothes and enter Through the Embryonic Lake. I have a sobering obsession with William Leonard Pickard's The Rose of Paracelsus: On Secrets and Sacraments. I like to revisit the secret, Jorge Luis Borges-inspired literature Pickard penned whilst serving twenty years of two of his life sentences in prison for a conviction of conspiring to manufacture and distribute a massive amount of LSD back in the year 2000. The resulting manuscript evolved into the finished book which transformed my life forever. The psycholinguistic rhythms, hypnotic prose, expansive metaphors and poetic wisdom reinvigorated my perspective of what is possible with language and knowledge. Below is an excerpt from the beginning chapters of what I consider to be a sacred text.
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