Time Is Art Synchronicity and the Collective Dream Watch Online
Check out this video from the 'Timeshift 2020: Activating Galactic Civilisation' Event where Omboy Rॐ explains synchronicity and the two ways of seeing the earth. Synchronicity every bit coincidence (materialism/escapism) or Synchronicity as being in alignment with your true path.
Self-proclaimed Chrononaut, Omboy Rॐ, or Rome for short, is a Brooklyn built-in artist harnessing his creativity for a higher purpose. Dedicated to inspire, Rome believes music and other forms of art are the holonomic key to engendering the New Earth. Fully embodying his Galactic Signature as a Blueish Cosmic Monkey, Omboy'southward mission is simple: to transcend club's constructs and further facilitate our transition from living in the confines of artificial fourth dimension to living in sync with the most harmonic standard of natural time. Initially activated past his passion for holistic medicine, Rome has rare exuberance and patience when it comes to offering guidance on living a balanced, high vibrational lifestyle. Through his offerings of sacred sound, equally a creator of Catholic Hip Hop music, and with his report of Permaculture, Rome is a true steward of the Earth. Acquire more than about the documentary motion-picture show featuring his story and music.
Too check out this new lyric video for his latest vocal with Dream Circle.
Please join u.s.a. online for the "Day OUT OF Fourth dimension: DEEP DIVE INTO NATURAL TIME", a live 7-Hour broadcast event, on Sat, July 25th, 2020, from 9am-4pm PDT. This year marks the 28th annual observance of the Day Out of Time (DOOT), the last day of the 13 Moon/Month calendar yr, when people all effectually the planet institute the seeds of "Peace through Civilisation" and "Time is ART", earlier entering a NEW Galactic year! This is also the very starting time time that the DOOT will exist broadcast alive to the entire world!
With the support of UNIFY and THC2020, Planet Restoration and a number of incredible collaborators will synthesize & harmonize with an issue to inspire, inform, and support us all to synchronize in "Natural Time", as we co-create the Regenerative Future together.
Speakers include Sacha Rock, Nassim Haramein, Stephanie Southward, Eden Sky, Wanique Shabazz, Dr. Jewel Pookrum, Dream Rockwell, Milana Shamuri, Matthew Sanderson, Joel & Katy Mejia of Things Are Changing Productions and many others. The consequence will also feature music from Ascent Appalachia, Mirabai Ceiba, The Suns, Beautiful Chorus, Cornflower, Michael Fitzpatrick, Darshania, Dream Circumvolve, Omboy Rome and then many others.
July 25th, 2020 / 9am-4pm Pacific / STREAMING LIVE ON FB
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3 years ago we were all sitting in our stuffy Brooklyn apartment located in a highly industrial area. I had been living in for over ten years. When I offset moved in, I didn't give much idea to the blackness soot lining the windows and idling cruise ships. The quality of the air, the stench of trash, the questionable activities of the industrial business across the street and the truck that arrived at odd hours in the forenoon to dispose of their "trash" didn't necessarily raise red flags at the fourth dimension. I idea having a cheap apartment in Brooklyn with a parking spot and roof admission was a miracle (and it was in a mode) and nix else mattered. Equally the feet builds in our lives, the disconnection from nature becomes more than and more obvious. One twenty-four hour period I finally realized these were all indeed red flags.
That day, a few months earlier we finally moved out of Brooklyn, in a moment of clarity, of a sudden the words, "Gotta get out, gotta get… exterior", popped in my head to which Omboy responded "if we wish to receive what we're meant to observe". At the fourth dimension I was reading a volume past a Native American Elder, Dhyani Ywahoo and the some more lyrics came to me:
Freedom is in the forest
In the foxes, in the flowers
In the mushrooms, in the soil
In the sun, in the soft sand
Betwixt my toes
In the metaphysical
the magical, the Unknown
Ah the elementary things….
As musicians and artists nosotros are channels from the Divine. Every song I've always written has been inspired by nature or past other divinely inspired music. Back in 2015 at the premiere of our kickoff motion-picture show, we continued with the catholic rapper, Omboy, who has been an incredible approving and has touched our lives in and so many ways by sharing his story and mind blowing lyrics. With the completion of a Dream Circle album and the forthcoming documentary The Frequency of Love, thousands of people volition as well share in this transmission.
During this time of quarantine people are lining upward at food banks by the thousands. Nosotros are unsure more than than ever before what civil rights will be taken abroad from u.s.a. due to unprecedented panic and fright. Nosotros recall the 9/xi tragedy equally a time of Great Awakening, followed by the "Patriot Act". Those that are blest with a daily spiritual do are property the light for unprepared friends and families who missed out on the opportunity to awaken. When this seems too much to bear, remember the elementary things.
Getting outside and soaking up the sunshine (grounding or earthing), going on a hikes, walking barefoot in our community garden, and bicycle rides through the park is the easiest and fastest way to elevate my mood and command my feet. Gardening is mediation and fresh air helps release all those EMFs and motility stagnant energy.
So delight relish the vocal and music video, we promise it inspires you to get exterior and be blessed by Female parent Nature's loving electricity in whatever small-scale mode you lot can.
Cheers again to anybody who joined usa for the work in progress screening on Youtube. We cannot wait until the 24-hour interval this community can get together once more and see this film in an actual movie theater. Thanks to all the comments and positive feedback!
"YO, this film is positively enchanting and medicinal. A fragrant healing bath of pure resonance that weaves hip-hop culture, timeless universal truths, and our connection to All. An elevating transmission of reiki-filled, divine frequency infused, rainbow crystal catholic earth vibes . . . crafted with care, peacefulness and purpose. Thoroughly enjoyed the experience and appreciate this magnificent offering."
-HeidiDmusic
by Jennifer Palmer
It's the end of the world… and the beginning of joy
Did you get the upgrade?
I'grand feelin it, y'all. The experience of living is changing as I become more than and more woke. The events of my life have taken on a familiar quality, like I'grand re-watching a movie I forgot I saw long agone. There's the strange, sometimes unsettling sense that all of this has already happened?—?not just snippets of Déjà vu merely an overarching feeling that I went through living and dying and the credits rolled on the screen simply when they did I was a very different person. Back then, I could follow the story but I never got its deeper pregnant. I know many others are experiencing this shift in perspective as well.
There are hunches and glimpses?—?a feeling of something larger than ourselves unfolding all around usa. As the world seems to go darker and tilt ever closer towards complete chaos, I tin can hear a unlike, ancient story being told in music, I can see information technology when the lord's day hits the pavement at a certain angle and everything lights up?—?the street, the parked cars, the air itself…I quite literally feel it in the wind. Concur tight, information technology whispers, things are irresolute for the ameliorate… At that place are messages in art, only also in ads, and in silly Boob tube shows, and on the back of food wrappers and in the steady eyed stare of a child. It'southward as though the whole universe is trying desperately to tell us something by any means necessary. It's bigger than the never ending fear that'due south sold on the news, it's bigger than the conditions report. It's the nativity of a new era of joy?—?and it's non easy to put into words what's happening, simply that's what I'g going to try and do here.
Can yous feel it?
At that place are many different means to tell it, merely one estimation of what'due south happening is that we're moving from an era in which "time is money", into one in which "time is fine art". This is a part of a far bigger philosophy developed by the late Jose Arguelles, whose largely overlooked body of work changed my life and will one mean solar day before long, I believe, be considered alee of its time in its clarification of a new, more psychically continued and joyful style of existence. Arguelles made the observation that from our clocks to our calendars to our computers, humans seek to control fourth dimension (and one another) by treating it like something mechanical and quantifiable. In doing and so, Arguelles argues that we've lost touch on with the flow of natural time, including the 28 day, 13 month cycle of the moon and the irresolute seasons. To be disconnected from natural time is to be disconnected from the experience of our oneness with the Globe and everything on it. This, he argued in a series of beautiful, captivating books, was the central glitch in our system and the reason for virtually, if non all, of the hurting and suffering we experience. To set up this glitch would exist similar fixing the alignment of an otherwise well-running automobile?—?instead of the parts grinding confronting ane another, everything would fit and flow every bit it was meant to. To this finish, Arguelles created a new calendar that was attuned to the Earth and overlapping cycles of fourth dimension based on the piece of work of the aboriginal Mayans. By following this galactic calendar and detaching from mechanized fourth dimension, Arguelles felt we could free ourselves, slowly only surely, from the burdensome destruction of the capitalist organization. As he wrote:
"Who owns your time owns your heed. Change your time and yous change your mind. Change your mind and yous change your world." ~Jose Arguelles, Manifesto for the Noosphere
The idea that we can change our understanding of time and transform our experience of being in the earth is nothing short of revolutionary. Time is one of the constants that underpins our lives?—?to question the nature of its being is to question such basic things like why we breathe, or the fact that there is day and night. Just one time we start investigating what time really is, the effect is such that our unabridged agreement of the globe is inverse. We run into how deeply nosotros've accustomed that "time is money", in that coin and the pursuit of it dictates how we spend most of our time, whether we like it or not. We're born into a world in which we have to pay just to alive?—?buying or renting a house and shopping for groceries while saving enough to pay for the water bill. This is the and then-called normal state of affairs, only if we stop and think about it, even for just a little bit, it strikes most of united states of america as far less than optimal and quite possibly misguided and insane.
Jose Arguelles, author and visionary artist
Although it's less clear to most what "fourth dimension is fine art" ways, at that place's something about information technology that immediately inspires. I sentry people's eyes light up when they hear it— as though this was a forgotten fleck of data they know is true on an intuitive level. Just what does it mean practically? How can nosotros actually live our lives like works of art, especially if we aren't trained to exist artists? I dubiousness that what Arguelles envisioned was a world filled with crappy, second and third charge per unit fine art. For him, the calendar came showtime: he believed that if we dropped the Gregorian calendar and went back to the advanced fourth dimension-keeping abilities of the aboriginal Mayans, we'd start the process of complete transformation towards living fourth dimension as fine art. While I believe he was probably right, and that past changing the way we keep time nosotros'd change the way our minds work, I long had the hunch that attempting first to live time as art might be more than feasible than actually converting the whole world to a new calendar system. At present I come across that's exactly what'southward happening?—?I run across time is art all around me. I've read about it, obsessively idea about information technology and wrote nearly it myself?—?I even made a documentary film nigh information technology?—?but the question of what information technology means to truly embody "time is fine art" has become clear to me only at present, as the blockbuster catastrophe of a long, twisted story plays out across America and the globe.
Living "fourth dimension is art" means living fourth dimension as joy. And the only way to go to joy is by going through the deepest, darkest pit of our most fucked-upwardly fears.
It'southward precisely because things take become so dark on such a large calibration that the opportunity to make this change is more available than ever. It'due south a journey that each of united states as individuals must take to come to the peace and higher vibe of living fourth dimension equally art. This has always been the case. The invitation has been going out since the beginning of fourth dimension, but only the almost sensitive among us could hear it?—?the poets, philosophers, artists and mystics. Their gift of being able to melody in and hear what others could or would non hear lifted them up to the stars with inspiration and dropped them to the depths of hell with madness, as they were oftentimes misunderstood and damned by society because of it. In club to hear it one has to step out of the dissonance and "apathetic, apathetic, blah" busyness of the everyday. Ironically, this becomes easier to practise during hard times when the flimsy pasteboard structures and routines of life as we know it falls apart, and we're forced to listen and pay attention to the larger story of the biosphere?—?not just every bit a big blue orb that we happen to live on, just that is really a part of us.
We don't live on the Globe. We ARE the Earth.
I believe that Trump's presidency and the rise resistance to it are the sign that a larger, collective shift towards living fourth dimension as fine art is underway. While it may seem that the sum total of pain and despair is increasing in the globe, especially among the most vulnerable?—?the poor and the marginalized who have ever been under set on?—?the doorway to the passage from darkness to light has never been open up wider.
Every bit the old earth crumbles around us, nosotros must dream a new one into beingness
This is a worldwide revolution that starts with a collective human activity of opening upward to connect with nature and one another. In doing so, we will quickly reactivate long forgotten abilities. Every bit the resistance to Trump continues to grow, we're discovering that only past gathering together, sharing space and loving ane another without judgement we starting time to experience better— but I don't remember nosotros've nonetheless fully grasped the epic scale of the commonage transformation that's currently underway. In addition to feeling healthier and more empowered, nosotros're as well realizing that the power to communicate psychically and heal ourselves and ane another are no longer the domain of fabricated-upward superheroes. These are things the most ordinary person can do. Information technology seems crazy just it's true: all those comic volume stories we told were really about United states of america. In the same way that Superman must tear apart his capitalist uniform/accommodate jacket to reveal the "S" on his chest, nosotros must exercise the difficult, personal piece of work of opening up our scared, wounded hearts. In the era of fourth dimension equaling money, the centre was subjugated to the and then-called rationality of the heed. It's more advanced capacities were closed off in a prison of man-made shame and judgments. Now, in this new era, long suppressed creative impulses and love for the world and 1 another are rise similar a phoenix from the destruction of the old, broken paradigm. The invitation for our species to change and evolve is existence downloaded directly into each of our consciousness. It's coming through dreams and synchronicities. Through vibes and by falling in love. This isn't about a mental realization. Instead, we're each being asked every bit individuals to shift our consciousness to come across the higher level frequency of the broadcast that the earth has been sending out.
It sounds like science fiction but it's not. Always since the election you may have been feeling like David afterward the Dentist, but I can assure y'all this is, indeed, existent life. And it's only going to get wilder.
This surreal state we've entered is part of the process of remembering who we are. The M Swindle of the terminal several centuries has included the wholesale covering upwardly of our magic powers. My intention is to document this awakening. I want to explore this commonage shift from darkness to a sustained, empowering experience of joy. This new blog infant will exist a curated offering exploring my own and others' experiences of living fourth dimension as art and in the process, evolving into better versions of ourselves.
Art is and e'er has been a guide towards new, more evolved ways of being. I want to explore art equally a verb that contains other verbs, perhaps all verbs at once. Time is art is not just about the finished art "product", merely almost the mental, emotional and energetic preparation for art and how it's the same way we ready to live the best life with the nigh joy possible. It's nearly committing oneself through endless practice, written report and sacrifice, while also learning how to let go and give up to the force of orgasmic creation BOOMS that take us to the stars and dorsum downward again. We learn what it means to footing out and go deep within, to the root of who nosotros are, even if that root turns out to be a hollowed out tunnel. As denizens of a ill and dying civilisation, nosotros must confront the (difficult?—?yet, liberating!) reality that much of our so-called self is empty space connecting the states to consumption and communication nodes. Nosotros've become placeholders. Stopgaps. Mere cogs in the capitalist machine. Simply not for much longer.
On this blog, I will examine how by going with the flow, we open up to channeled information?—?some of it conscious, but much of it not. I volition look at ways to delicately unpack this information without imposing our own biases and dis-eases upon them. These downloads come straight from the Earth, from the plants and the soil, the h2o and the clouds… as well every bit from the stars, and the galactic family unit who are waiting for u.s. to step upwardly and into our true selves.
When fourth dimension equals money, dreaming is seen as an indulgence?—?a "waste material" of time when there's "real" piece of work to be washed. Now we're learning that the "real" work of being human being isn't building empires?—?it's center piece of work. We accept to heal ourselves and the world. And heart work requires we accept space in which to dream, which is what I want this weblog to be. I want other people to join me, as contributors and curators, so let me know if you're interested. I don't know what it all should look similar yet, just in the spirit of what I'grand doing I'm not waiting until I have information technology all figured out.
Maybe we could work on a multi-site, social sculpture, similar back in the one-time blog days, when nosotros posted intimate things into a feedback loop of beloved and support from like-minded strangers.
Nosotros tin share words and images and sounds beamed into our hearts. Information channeled from not-ordinary states of consciousness. Whether through extreme sports or psychedelics. Falling in love and falling through the rabbit pigsty. This is a space non for describing the problems nosotros face. That is being done elsewhere, in endless, anxious loops. We're going to presume that a certain corporeality of wokeness is a pre-condition for experiencing time equally art. Optics open to the situation and hearts open to the solution.
Jennifer Palmer aka @True aka Matrix Dropout is a writer exploring a new era in which #TimeisArt. We explore synchronicity through her writings and her eyes in the film, Time is Art.
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by Jennifer Palmer via Medium
Summer. During a string of lazy, discombobulated days, when I observe myself melancholy and lonely in my flat in the afternoon, either procrastinating or in between tasks or simply evidently non doing annihilation — I exercise discerning a type of time that's far beyond the billions of piddling details and distractions of everyday life. This epic, slow fourth dimension fills up the groundwork like a glacier moving between two mountains. I turn the music off and mind to the hard-working hums of the fridge and A/C, and beyond that the cars passing on the street, (each one making a click-Ballyhoo as they striking that weird little bump in the asphalt).
As I sink deeper into stillness, I focus my listening farther and further out…to the birds chirping and the fainter classy of passing cars on the intersection a few blocks away, all the style out to the hum and occasional belching bass of trucks on the highway overpass about a mile past that. In one case I'm in that location, if I can stay focused and wait, I eventually hear the bell at the distant train crossing. Information technology goes on and on, as though calling from another century with a warning at once patently and urgent. I picture myself continuing at that crossing, smoking a mapacho as the last train motorcar passes with a loud clatter and the bell of a sudden stops, its absence abruptly filling the intersection with space, like a film strip snapping off mid-frame. The highway drones on above me, a abiding exhalation of commuters and commerce, with each shiny little box adding to the unbearable heat that presses down from the sky like an invisible mountain. The massive green painted metal girders of the overpass class a secret language in silhouette against the hazy sunlight being filtered through smears of pink and imperial toxins.
Meanwhile, the click-clack of cars in forepart of my apartment quickens to the beat of a racing heart equally I realize that whole weeks — mayhap fifty-fifty months — have gone by in which I've never stopped to listen hard plenty to hear that train bell. Is information technology because I'm so busy? With what? Staring at my telephone? Scribbling in my Moleskine? Scrolling through the NetFlix carte?
Of course information technology's possible to go fifty-fifty further. Past the train crossing and its bell, by more highways dotted with shopping malls and billboards and airports…farther however by the glowing factories and the bright greenish slopes of the landfills, until I can hear the vibrating bell shape of the atmosphere itself every bit time moves across the earth in huge bands encompassing whole eras. I fall through the seemingly bottomless chasm of mount and coulee fourth dimension. My thoughts are spread out in dark pinkish layers of rock. Everything I've ever done and e'er will do is the tiniest pebble being gently filed into smoothness. Meanwhile, far upward above there's the thunder of a military jet breaking the audio barrier. In dissimilarity to beingness embedded in the earth downwards here, fourth dimension moves fast for this silverish ghost, forever zig-zagging towards wars and the dissolution of entire ways of life. The Angel of History herself hovers in front of a technology that's able to erase millions of stories in seconds. My seemingly infinite existence is written into the details of a flight map outlined in white chalk against the blue sky.
Upward and downward…fast and tiresome…I can feel the vibration of the warp strings through which our lives are woven humming like a gently plucked bass. Night and day animate in and out, over and over on time lapse film… As I get deeper, I eventually experience a blurring of the purlieus betwixt inside and outside. Information technology'southward at once jarring, lovely and disruptive. I think of my life and the people I beloved and lost. The connections fold into a larger story in which the sharp points of the feelings no longer thing. Are they actually gone — or are they just embedded and smoothed out in time? I observe myself clinging to the featherbrained fierceness of those tiny moments, scribbling them down earlier I forget the mode I always practice. It feels of import. But for what? For whom?
Nosotros do years at the role, we do years waiting in traffic…the days are slow, and the weeks fly by. All the while I'chiliad in this dark corner, the rug patterned with vacuum trails. I've been hither forever, staring at my phone, trying to locate a text from someone who broke my heart, my fingers tracing the runway of what felt similar a never-ending storm, only turned out to be only one tiny swirl of a much larger story.
I look down as my open notebook decays back into pulpy pre-soil. The ink turns into big purple welts as someone out on the outer border of my time band is given their daily beating.
Jennifer Palmer aka @True aka Matrix Dropout is a writer exploring a new era in which #TimeisArt. Nosotros explore synchronicity through her writings and her eyes in the motion picture, Time is Art.
Caren Charles is a painter whose goal is to create, inspire, and brighten up the world one painting at a time. In the 9th webisode, she shares a story how about she came to piece of work and alive at Chapel of Sacred Mirrors by only "going with the flow".
"Equally in life, when I'm creating artwork I like to go with the menses. There is something I honey virtually simply letting my subconscious take over and allowing my artistic intuition lead the style. The creative process is a journey every bit I embrace each moment as it comes- focusing on & appreciating all of the minor details that contribute to the greater whole. Whether it be abstruse or semi-premeditated, I strive to design something fresh & interesting that engages and invites viewers to open up their minds. Bright colors, flowy lines, and intricate details are all primal elements that allow me to emit life and energy through these creations." – Caren Charles
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