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Krishna Das - Maha Mantra (Hare Krishna)

Ram Dass answers questions from an audience surrounding attachment, addiction and relationships.

Ram Dass on Attachment & Addiction

Ram Dass- Beyond Success: Finding Balance in business,' presented LA, Jan 30, 1987

Ram Dass Beyond Success-Preview 2

Ram Dass Beyond Success-Preview 3

Ram Dass-Beyond Success-Preview 1

Carl Sagan - A Glorious Dawn

This collection of chants come from the originally released "From Bindu to Ojas" box set in 1970, a predecessor to the release of "Be Here Now" - the box set contained the brown pages from Be Here Now, as well as vinyl recordings of chants and lectures. This playlist came directly from the chant vinyl from the box set. Enjoy!

Track 4 - From Bindu to Ojas - Om Mani Padme Hum

One of the World's Greatest Visionary Artists Speaks. Opening up a cosmic channel to the upper worlds proceeded by the music of Freeeye Jahlion Nataraj. Many Blessings! Bliss UP!

Introduction by Alex Grey

This audio is from "Cultivating the Heart of Compassion" by Ram Dass.

Ram Dass on his Spacesuit

Need help in purging your negative conditioning?

Mass Hypnosis Party

Although we are all born geniuses, the grind of day-to-day living tends to de-genius us. That's the bad news. The good news is that you have the power to re-genius yourself.

I'm going to give you a ritual you can use to jump-start the process.


The Greek philosopher Plato long ago recognized that in addition to eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing, and loving, every creature has an instinctual need to periodically leap up into the air for no other reason than because it feels so good.

      Please face south, leap up in the air, and say these words: "From the south, I purify, electrify, beautify, and fructify this sacred space."

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When I was a kid I used to love to go out in the middle of a meadow and whirl around in spirals until I got so dizzy I fell down. As I lay on the ground, the earth and sky and sun kept reeling madly, and I was no longer just a pinpoint of awareness lodged inside my body, but rather I was an ecstatically undulating swirl in the kaleidoscopic web of life. I invite you to feel that way right now.

      Spin yourself around until you topple over. And while lying on the ground, face west and say these words: "From the west, I sanctify, unify, clarify, and intensify this sacred space."

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The people I trust the most are those who are always tenderly wrestling and negotiating with their own shadows, making preemptive strikes on their personal share of the world's evil, fighting the good fight to keep from spewing their darkness on those around them. I aspire to be like that, which is why I regularly kick my own ass. Will you try that right now wherever you are?

      Jump off the ground and snap your heels up against your butt. Then face north and say these words: "From the north, I immunize, psychoanalyze, satirize, and exorcise this sacred space."

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In one sense each of us is an intriguing, intricately unique individual, justifiably proud of and in love with our own personal story. In another sense, we are all one body, descended from the same primordial mother and made of identical stuff -- the calcium in all of our bones and the iron in all of our blood originally forged in a red giant star that died billions of years ago.

      Rotating slowly in a clockwise direction, look down at your belly as you imagine that at this moment, everyone in the world is breathing along with you. Then face east and say this: "From the east, I lubricate, pollinate, consecrate, and emancipate this sacred space."


Now it's time to confess the truth about who you really are.

      Gaze upward and stretch your arms out high. Say the following: "I am a genius."

      And say this: "I am a lucky, plucky genius."

      And say this: "I am a lucky, plucky, good-sucking genius."


Thank you for finally confessing the truth. It's about time you admitted that you are a miraculous work of art.

You came into this world as a radiant bundle of exuberant riddles. You slipped into this dimension as a shimmering burst of spiral hallelujahs. You blasted into this realm as a lush explosion of ecstatic gratitude. And it is your birthright to fulfill those promises.

I'm not pandering to your egotism by telling you these things. When I say, "Be yourself," I don't mean you should be the self that wants to win every game and use up every resource and stand alone at the end of time on top of a Mt. Everest-sized pile of pretty garbage.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the self that says "Thank you!" to the wild irises and the windy rain and the people who grow your food.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the rebel creator who's longing to make the whole universe your home and sanctuary.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the dissident bodhisattva who's joyfully struggling to germinate the seeds of divine love that are packed inside every moment.

When I say, "Be yourself," I mean the spiritual freedom fighter who's scrambling and finagling and conspiring to relieve your fellow messiahs from their suffering and shower them with rowdy blessings.


Now let's move on to the next stage of your confession.

      Squat. While patting and massaging the ground or floor in front of you, say this: "I am insane."

      And say this: "I am an insane hurricane."

      And say this: "I am a highly trained, entertainingly insane hurricane."


Thank you for finally confessing the truth, which is that you are constitutionally incapable of adapting nicely to the sour and crippled mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality." You are too amazingly, blazingly insane for that.

You are too crazy smart to lust after the stupidest secrets of the game of life. You're too seriously delirious to wander sobbing through the sterile, perfumed labyrinth looking in vain for the most ultra-perfect mirror. Thank the Goddess that you are a fiercely tender throb of sublimely berserk abracadabra.

You will never get crammed in a neat little niche in the middle of the road at the end of a nightmare.

You refuse to allow your soul's bones to get ground down into dust and used to fertilize the killing fields that proudly dot the ice cream empire of monumentally demeaning luxuries.

You're too brilliantly cracked for that.

You're too ingeniously whacked.

You're too ineffably godsmacked.


      Now stand up and make a series of small jumps, rotating a quarter turn in a clockwise direction with each jump. And as you do, say this: "I am a lucky, plucky, good-sucking genius and a highly trained, entertainingly insane hurricane."

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This is a piece from the soundtrack for my book, 
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pronoia-Antidote-Paranoia-Revised-Expanded/dp/1556438184/ref=ed_oe_p"><i>PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia</i></a>.



Re-GeniusYourself

You're the chosen one
Just like everyone else
You're stronger than history 
You're too smart to wander through hell

You're the ocean king
nobody can burn your house down
You're the thunder queen
to whom the spirits bow down

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

Talk to the clouds
Walk on the walls
See the secret plan behind it all

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

See through the mirror
Fall in love with the sun
Bring out the best in everyone

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

You overthrow tyrants
You fight for the right to be wild
You recycle your shadows
You're longing to save the whole world


But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

But are you awake yet
Are you awake yet

and wake up
wake up 
wake up 
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

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"Are You Awake Yet" is from the soundtrack for my book 
"Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings," which is available here:
http://bit.ly/Pronoia
http://bit.ly/PronoiaPowells

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Vocals: Jessica Rice
Music: Rob Brezsny


Are You Awake Yet

An excerpt from a Howard Smith interview with John & Yoko in their rented NYC apartment in 1972. Howard dropped by with his tape recorder to find them listening to a Beatles marathon that was on the radio. He pressed "Record," and they spoke for over an hour.

John & Yoko: On Stage Fright

Here's a nice piece that mixes the buddha loops with dialogue from a 1948 Chinese film by Fei Mu.

It was made by a long-term Beijing friend and old bandmate, Jerry Chan.

Check his other work: http://soundcloud.com/jerry-chan2

小城之春 Springtime in a Small Town - JChan FM3 Buddha Machine Remix 2 (remix of the week 39)

Duncan Trussell and I shared a ride out to Brea, CA to do shows at the Brea Improv. Duncan has always been into Buddhism and I figured what better time to talk about modern Buddhism than on a ride to the Inland Empire. It was a really interesting talk and it completely enlightened me to the humongous differences between that and the Judeo-Christian religions in regards to daily life. Enjoy.

#50: Buddhism (Duncan Trussell)

First track on an generative ambient music thing constructed from ~15 of fm3's buddha machines.  All eleven tracks are on my bandcamp - willfawcett.bandcamp.com

Buddhaloopus 1

Ram Dass on How To Remain Loving In The Face of Danger

Jack White in the Third Man Record Booth performing "Coal Miner's Daughter."

Learn more about the Record Booth here: http://thirdmanrecords.com/news/view/third-man-record-booth-and-record-store-day-2013-events

Coal Miner's Daughter

Jack White in the Record Booth - "Coal Miner's Daughter" Clip

This meditation is drawn from Theravada (Southern Buddhism) called "Anapana" - just bringing you to right here, and it's done through the breath. Out of all of our individual differences, what is common to us is we are all breathing in, breathing out. 


Ram Dass Breathing Meditation

Ram Dass first went to India in 1967. He was still Dr. Richard Alpert, a prominent Harvard psychologist and psychedelic pioneer with Dr. Timothy Leary. He continued his psychedelic research until that fateful Eastern trip in 1967, when he traveled to India. In India, he met his guru, Neem Karoli Baba, affectionately known as Maharajji, who gave Ram Dass his name, which means “servant of God.” Everything changed then – his intense dharmic life started, and he became a pivotal influence on a culture that has reverberated with the words “Be Here Now” ever since. Ram Dass’ spirit has been a guiding light for three generations, carrying along millions on the journey, helping to free them from their bonds as he works through his own.

Ram Dass on his Spacesuit

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