The Secrets of Manipulation Techniques Used By Product Manufacturers

We are very obedient when it comes to following instructions on the products we buy, and the manufacturers know it.  Famously, back in the 1930s, Lever Brothers asked their employees for suggestions on how to improve shampoo sales.  One bright spark suggested the addition of the word "repeat" to the directions written on bottles.  Voila! Sales were doubled.
     In the 1960's Alka Seltzer began a marketing campaign to remove its associations with the elderly and the overindulgent slobs who ate and/or drank too much.  They did so using humor, but more crucially, although the directions on the packet said it was only necessary to use one tablet, the advertisements featured two tablets clunking and fizzing into a glass of water with a "plop plop, fizz fizz," catchline.  The effect on sales was immediately positive.
     Consider too the arrival of the tiny words "After opening, refrigerate" and sometimes "Eat within 8 weeks" on sauce bottles.  They weren't there when the product was first sold.  The benefit to the manufacturer of the latter is obvious: If you obey, you will get through or dispose of the bottle more quickly and replace it with another.  The former, however, is brilliant.  If you store your bottle in the refrigerator, probably in the door, you will be reminded of it every time you open it.  Stuck in a cupboard you will forget it is there and will use it less often. They know us better than we know ourselves.

Book of Secrets  Andrews McMeel Publishing

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

This place is a dream.  Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing 

at what you thought was your grief.  But...

there's a difference with this dream.

Everything cruel and unconscious done in the illusion of the present world,

all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays, and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing, all the quick, sexual wanting,

those torn coats of Joseph,

they change into powerful wolves that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now, the swift, payback hit,

is just a boy's game to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.  It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live, this is what it's like:

                 A man goes to sleep in the town where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living in another town. In the dream, he doesn't remember the town he's sleeping in his bed in. He believes the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities settled over us like a forgetful doze, 

but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life and into the animal state, and then into being human,

and always we have forgotten our former states,

except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.

That's how a young person turns toward a teacher. That's how a baby leans toward the breast,

 without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences,

and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.

Rumi 1207-1273

Samurai Sees Maya

It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.

When you have something like a nightmare, 

you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream.

It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this.

HAGAKURE  The Book of the Samurai, Yamamoto Tsunetomo

...true grit...

Our trip was different...it was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character. A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country....
but only for those with True Grit....And we are chalk full of that shit man!

From the movie adaptation of Fear and Loathing.... and code for "I'm on my way to pick you up Veronica!"

My AVN-AE EXPO Schedule and AVN Journal Entry 1

Here is my appearance and signing schedule for the January 18-20th, 2012 AE EXPO in Las Vegas.

You can find me at the GIRLFRIENDS FILMS BOOTH.

                     Wednesday   January 18th  1:00pm to 6:00pm

               

                     Thursday     January 19th  1:00pm to 6:00pm

                     Friday          January 20th  11:00am to 4:00pm

Just now I am making final preparations and getting ready to pick up my attorney Veronica Avluv and meet my philly, Prinzzess.  Prinzzess says we are racing to Vegas, but that's just a cover story.  My attorney & I have decided to put her on point because she has a "fuzz buster".  We'll be hauling behind her...just under the radar, just out of range.  There's no tellin' what could happen once we reach "Bat country"... or maybe we should call it "Remote-controlled Drone country" nowadays.

No sympathy for the devil;  keep that in mind.  Buy the ticket, take the ride.... and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well... maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.  It's all in Kesey's Bible...The Far Side of Reality.*

I always drive properly. A bit fast perhaps, but always with consummate skill and a natural feel for the road that even cops recognize.  No cop was ever born who isn't a sucker for a finely executed hi-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.
     Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.  Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him... and then he will start apologizing and begging for mercy.
     This is wrong,  It arouses contempt in the cop-heart.  The thing to do---when you're running along at about a hundred or so and you suddenly find a red-flashing CHP-tracker on your trail---what you want to do then is accelerate.  Never pull over with the first siren-howl.  Mash it down and make the bastard chase you at speeds up to 120 all the way to the next exit.

   He Will Follow!

But he wont know what to make of your blinker signal that says you're about to turn right.

This is to let him know you're looking for a proper place to pull off and talk....keep signaling and hope for an off-ramp, one of those uphill side-loops with a sign saying "Max Speed 25"....and the trick, at this point, is to suddenly leave the freeway and take him into the chute at no less than a hundred miles an hour.

...He will not be reasonable at first.... but no matter.  Let him calm down.  He will want the first word. Let him have it.  His brain will be in a turmoil; he may begin jabbering or even pull his gun.  Let him unwind; keep smiling. The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle--- while he lost control of everything. *

*excerpts from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" by Hunter S. Thompson

Avoid Confusing the Two; Love & Pleasure

"First of all", says Sade, "the exact details. Who are you and what are you after in this world?  


Only too often I behold you asleep, inert, or just barely alive, coming and going like some organic statue---is it you?

No, you would have yourself a conscious being, as conscious as possible, and rational. 

You seek happiness, which increases consciousness tenfold.  What happiness?

  

Ordinarily it is located in pleasure and in love.  All well and good.  

But one thing: avoid confusing the two.

  

To love and to taste pleasure are essentially different; proof thereof is that one loves every day without tasting pleasure, and that one still more frequently tastes pleasure without loving. 

 Now, while an indisputable pleasure goes with the gratification of the senses, love, you will admit, is accompanied by nuisances and troubles of every sort."

The Marquis De Sade

Your Ultimate Opponent

Can you be both martial and spiritual?

Can you overcome your ultimate opponent?

To be martial requires discipline, courage and perseverance.  It has nothing to do with killing.  People fail to look beyond this one narrow aspect of being a warrior and so overlook all the other excellent qualities that can be gained from training.  A warrior is not a cruel murderer.  A warrior is a protector of ideals, principles, and honor.  A warrior is noble and heroic.

A warrior will have many opponents in a lifetime, but the ultimate opponent is the warrior's self.  Within a fighter's personality are a wide array of demons to be conquered: fear, laziness, ignorance, selfishness, egotism, and so many more.  To talk of overpowering other people is inconsequential. To actually overcome one's own defects is the true nature of victory.

That is why so many religions depict warriors in their iconography.  These images are not symbols for dominating others. Rather they are symbols of the ferocity and determination that we need to overcome the demons within ourselves.

Deng Ming-Dao

The Importance of Gourdcrafting

There was a maidservant who had cleverly trained a donkey
to perform the services of a man.

From a gourd, she had carved a flanged device
to fit on the donkey's penis,
to keep him from going too far into her.

She had fashioned it just to the point of her pleasure,

 and she greatly enjoyed the arrangement, as often as she could!

She thrived, but the donkey was getting a little thin and tired looking.

The mistress began to investigate. 

One day she peeked through a crack in the door
and saw the animal's marvelous member
and the delight of the girl
stretched under the donkey.

She said nothing. Later, she knocked on the door
and called the maid out on an errand,
a long and complicated errand. I won't go into details.

The servant knew what was happening, though.
"Ah, my mistress," she thought to herself, "you should not send away the expert."

"When you begin to work without full knowledge, you risk your life. 

Your shame keeps you from asking me about the gourd, 

but you must have that to join with this donkey. 

There's a trick you don't know!" 

But the woman was too fascinated with her idea to consider any danger. 

She led the donkey in and closed the door, thinking, 

"With no one around I can shout in my pleasure."
She was dizzy with anticipation, her vagina glowing
and singing like a nightingale.

She arranged the chair under the donkey, as she had seen the girl do. 

She raised her legs and pulled him into her.
Her fire kindled more, and the donkey politely pushed as she urged him to,
pushed through and into her intestines,
and, without a word, she died.

The chair fell one way,
and she the other.
 The room was smeared with blood.

Reader,
have you ever seen anyone martyred for a donkey? 

Remember what the Qur'an says about the torment of disgracing yourself.

Don't sacrifice your life to your animal-soul!

If you die of what that leads you to do, you are just like this woman on the floor.
She is an image of immoderation.

Remember her, and keep your balance.

The maidservant returns and says, 

"Yes, you saw my pleasure, 
but you didn't see the gourd that put a limit on it. 

You opened your shop before a master taught you the craft."

~Rumi

GREATFULNESS, GRATEFULNESS AND THE CHILDLESS MILF

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Soft Focus

I think a lot more people would get laid if they would invent "soft focus" contacts and glasses. 

~IS

Posting a Correction FUKUDOME

Yesterday on twitter, I made the statement that my favorite Dodger's name was "Fukudome" and that had I known his name prior to choosing my stage name, I may have chosen "Fukudome" as my stage name.  Maybe a last name, maybe a single name.  Hey, Ron Artest went with "Meta World Peace", so maybe I'll still just change my whole name to Fuk-U-Do-Me.

So here is the correction;  After tweeting something to that effect, my friend "Coach" wrote to me and said, "He's not a Dodger, he's a Cub."

I'm like, "Well he used to be a pitcher on the Dodgers, wasn't he?"

Coach, "No, he was never on the Dodgers, and he's a white fielder!"
 
I said, A "white" fielder?  You don't even know who I am talking about! This guy is Japanese!

Coach: "Right fielder....RIGHT fielder!"  And I'm like, "Yeah, the guy that stands on the dirt hill in the middle of the field, the King, the Pitcher....the guy that throws the ball to the quarterback behind the dinner plate! Duh!"

Coach, obviously recognizing my superior sports knowledge, shook his head in defeat and said, "yeah... well now, he's on the Indians. He's a Japanese Indian."  And soulfully we did laugh at my brain gas.


Anyway, I'd like to apologize for giving anyone the false idea the Fukudome played for the Dodgers.  Every summer I always go to the Dodger-Cubs games and they both wear blue and white. You'll have to forgive me for seeing Fukudome at Dodger stadium in blue & white and then getting it twisted in my head that he was a Dodger.

India Summer

Ventura Highway

Just about every day I drive up and down the Ventura Highway to work.  Many locals may take it for granted but to a girl who grew up in the midwest listening to and loving the song "Ventura Highway"by America, driving through those gorgeous green or moonlit hills that the 101 winds through, translates into a whole can of bitchin' beautiful groovy to me.  How bizarre and delightful to be roaming that road of improbable lore, this mystical Ventura highway and yes, jammin' out to the song simultaneously.

Sometimes when I'm driving and I spy some sweet ride with deeply tinted windows cruising by me at Warp six, I like to imagine to myself that Jeff Bridges and Joe Walsh are cruising in that car, cranking Hendrix and passing a doobie back and forth between them.  Joe is driving because his car goes 185. And then Tommy Chong in his deep stoner accent says, "Hey Man!  Don't Bogart that joint!  Pass it Back Man!"  Bridges and Walsh bust out laughing and Bridges, says, "I totally forgot he was back there Maaaaan!  More laughing and hotboxing.  Passed out on liquid GHB, Nolte is sleeping it off in the trunk.  Sometimes, that's what I like to think is happening in the cars passing by me...you know....'cause it could be....

India Summer

My Own Truth

My Own Truths are sometimes best spoke by others 

You may be getting the impression I am a devotee or worshipper of Osho. No more so than I am a devotee of Buddha or Jesus or Krishna or Bob Dylan or Rumi, Bob Marley or The Beatles. When I read or hear things that reflect my own experience and truth, I share it. And more often than not, they say it so much more eloquently and succinctly than I would. Don't let the messenger trip you, I'm not trying to get you into any one person's bag... I'm just sharing my experiences and the things that "resonate" and vibrate all in and around me. I think that all of these prophets or great artists/thinkers are filters. The light that comes through them is from the same place...and while I appreciate and celebrate them individually, it is really the light that I worship and am devoted to. If it resonates with you, I am happy, if it doesn't, maybe it will in the future, or maybe it wont, there is no malicious intent. I don't want you to join a cult or religion. (India)




I am bringing you a new message. The message is no more to choose -- remain choicelessly alert in your life, and become intelligent rather than changing circumstances. Change your psychology, become more intelligent. More intelligence is needed to be blissful! And then you can have aloneness together with relationship.

Make your woman or your man also alert to the rhythm. People should be taught that nobody can love twenty-four hours a day; rest periods are needed. And nobody can love on order. Love is a spontaneous phenomenon: whenever it happens, it happens, and whenever it doesn't happen it doesn't happen . Nothing can be done about it. If you DO anything, you will create a pseudo phenomenon, an acting.


Real lovers, intelligent lovers, will make each other alert to the phenomenon: "When I want to be alone that does not mean that I am rejecting you. In fact, it is because of your love that you have made it possible for me to be alone." And if your woman wants to be left alone for one night, for a few days, you will not feel hurt. You will not say that you have been rejected, that your love has not been received and welcomed. You will respect her decision to be alone for a few days. In fact, you will be happy! Your love was so much that she is feeling empty; now she needs rest to become full again.

This is intelligence.

Ordinarily, you think you are rejected. You go to your woman, and if she is not willing to be with you, or not very loving to you, you feel great rejection. Your ego is hurt. This ego is not a very intelligent thing. All egos are idiotic. Intelligence knows no ego; intelligence simply sees the phenomenon, tries to understand why the woman does not want to be with you. Not that she is rejecting you -- you know she has loved you so much, she loves you so much -- but this is a moment she wants to be alone. And if you love her, you will leave her alone; you will not torture her, you will not force her to make love to you.

And if the man wants to be alone, the woman will not think, "He is no more interested in me -- maybe he has become interested in some other woman." An intelligent woman will leave the man alone, so he can again gather together his being, so that again he has energy to share. And this rhythm is like day and night, summer and winter; it goes on changing.

And if two persons are really respectful -- and love is always respectful, it reveres the other; it is a very worshipful, prayerful state -- then slowly slowly you will understand each other more and more. And you will become aware of the other's rhythm and your rhythm. And soon you will find that out of love, out of respect, your rhythm is coming closer and closer: when you feel loving, she feels loving. This settles. This settles on its own. k is a synchronicity.

Have you watched ever? If you come across two real lovers, you will see many things similar in them. Real lovers become as if they are brothers and sisters. You will be surprised -- even brothers and sisters are not so alike. Their expression, their way of walking, their way of talking, their gestures -- two lovers become alike, and yet so different. This naturally starts happening. Just being together, slowly slowly, they become attuned to each other. Real lovers need not say anything to the other -- the other immediately understands, intuitively understands.

If the woman is sad, she may not say it is so, but the man understands and leaves her alone. If the man is sad, the woman understands and leaves him alone -- finds some excuse to leave him alone. Stupid people do just the opposite: they never leave each other alone -- they are constantly with each other, tiring and boring each other; never leaving any space for the other to be.

Love gives freedom and love helps the other to be himself or herself. Love is a very paradoxical phenomenon. In one way it makes you one soul in two bodies; in another way it gives you individuality, uniqueness. It helps you to drop your small selves, but it also helps you to attain to the supreme self. 

Then there is no problem: love and meditation are two wings, and they balance each other. And between the two you grow, between the two you reach to God.



Osho,
Philosophia Perennis, Vol 1
Chapter #5
Chapter title: Beep Beep!

Brainwashed

Brainwashed in our childhood, brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers and brainwashed by all their rules
Brainwashed by our leaders, by our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open, and brainwashed behind the scenes

God
A voice cries in the wilderness, it was on the longest night
An eternity of darkness, Someone turned out the spiritual light

Brainwashed by the Nikkei, brainwashed by Dow Jones
Brainwashed by the FTSE, Nasdaq and secure loans
Brainwashed us from Brussels, Brainwashing us in Bonn
Brainwashing us in Washington,Westminster in London

God
You are the wisdom that we seek
God
The lover that we miss
God
Your nature is eternity
God
Your are Existence, Knowledge, Bliss

The soul does not love, it is love itself
It does not exist, it is existence itself
It does not know, it is knowledge itself
How to Know God, page 130

They brainwashed my great uncle, brainwashed my cousin Bob
They even got my grandma, when she was working for the mob
Brainwash you while you're sleeping, while in your traffic jam
Brainwash you while you're weeping, while still a baby in your pram
Brainwashed by the military, brainwashed under duress
Brainwashed by the media, You're brainwashed by the press
Brainwashed by computer, Brainwashed by mobile phones
Brainwashed by the satellite, Brainwashed to the bone

God
Won't you lead us through this mess, from the places of concrete
Nothing's worse than ignorance, I just won't accept defeat

God
Must be something I forgot, down on Bullshit Avenue
God
If we can only stop the rot, wish that you'd brainwash us too

Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare Mahadev
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare

Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Hare Hare Hare Hare Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva

Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvarti Pataye Hare Hare
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva

George Harrison

The Mind Beyond Judgments

A mind beyond judgments Watches and understands.

~Buddha

Morality is only a social strategy. That's why one thing is right in one society and the same thing is wrong in another society; One thing is thought to be good in India and the same thing is thought to be bad in Japan.  One thing is thought to be good today and may become wrong tomorrow.  

Morality is a social by-product, it is a social strategy to control people.

The moralist always judges, an aware person never judges.  He lives in a nonjudgmental consciousness.

He simply watches and understands.

~Osho

Ever-striving and fighting the inner battle to grow beyond my own judgmental consciousness. In those moments that I am able to transcend it, it is a sweet grace.  May these moments grow wider and last longer until they blend into one streaming consciousness.  If you think this is a discussion about "ethics" in society, or the common rational daily judgements the world requires, you have missed the point.

~India Summer

Wake Up, America!

     On December 31st, 2011,  POTUS effectively signed away Habeas Corpus for American citizens.  Ask yourself, "How easy would it be for  them to falsely accuse someone or yourself of being a "terrorist" and throwing them or you into Gitmo?"  Indefinitely.  Perhaps not likely, but how very easy it would be.  Right? Because the police never plant evidence...right?  Because we never falsely accuse anyone of things right?  Like the man they persecuted for the Olympic bombings in Atlanta. How easy it is for the government, the police powers and their manipulation of the media (Operation Mockingbird-look it up) to persecute even the most innocent people should they decide to.  Are we just slow dancing our way back to 1930's to '45 Germany?

     Let me continue onto the "Citizens United" ruling and the Super Pacs and the elections that should be/could be called auctions.  94% of the time, the candidate that spends the most money, and takes in the most money, wins.  American Capitalism has mutated into "Crony Capitalism", and "Predatory Capitalism" and "Casino Capitalism".  While operating virtually free of regulations and oversight, Wall Street complains of too much regulation" while the American people bail them out from their corruption. Welcome the age of Feudal Corporatism!  Long live the Oligarchy!  Long Live the Plutocrat!

  "The Patriot Act". The constant, gradual stripping away of privacy and rights. Need I say more?  The unspoken policy of "Endless War" for natural resources that they call "The War on Terrorism", The  40 year on-going "Drug War". Newsflash to the Anti-drug warriors, the legal Big Pharma drugs are out-doping the country faster than your old standby illicit, outlaw drugs like that horrible beauty of nature, that gift of god, marijuana.

A Farewell to individual liberty, privacy and the hard earned rights of the American people. Enjoy the tyranny of the self perpetuating Oligarchy and the rigged game they've designed.

..."Keep you doped with religion, sex and TV, and you think you're so clever and classless and free... But you're (we're) still fucking peasants as far as I can see...."   John Lennon from his song "Working Class Hero"

"Big boys bickering every day, that's what they're doing every day, big boys bickering, fucking it up for everyone. 

Guess what they're betting on the track, they're trying to win your money back, all of the taxes that you paid went to fund a masquerade...."   Paul McCartney from his song "Big Boys Bickering"

It is Sweet to Live Arduously. And to Master Yourself

Life is basically insecure. Only death is secure. "Life insurance" is a contradiction in terms; there can only be death insurance.  Life is an adventure, unpredictable.  Hence one has to live it arduously. Life is dangerous; only death is safe.  So the people who want to live safely die before their death, and the people who want to live without any danger don't live at all.

Life means danger, life means risks.  Life means going always from the known to the unknown, from one peak to another peak, always climbing peaks which have not been climbed before, always moving into the uncharted sea with no maps, with no guidelines.  Only then you live ecstatically, and only then you know what life is.  Through living dangerously one becomes integrated. Through living a life of insecurity one passes through fire and becomes pure gold.  The only way to become master of oneself is to go into the unknown, unafraid or in spite of all the fears.  Teachers like Buddha invite you for an arduous life.

Dhammapada of Gautama the Buddha  ca. 500 BC
OSHO