GOD PORN

Form:

Ultimately to be a

Joseph Campbell on the Artist Shaman
Bill Moyers and Joseph Campbell
Joseph Campbell on the Role of the Shaman
Bill Moyers and Joseph Campbell

VIDEO COLLECTIONS:

Google Drive 1

Google Drive 2

AUDIO COLLECTIONS:

Google Drive- Journeys

General Sound

All the Poems

 WRITTEN INSPIRATION:

Description of God Porn Immersive Multi-media Experience

Working Script of One Woman Show

N O T E S (2016):

MY REAL NAME IS YOU.

The form that you see here seems to be a feminine one.

This form most likely has a name.

Put that aside for now.

For now, this form is simply one of us. it is what we are.

And whichever it is, is arbitrary.

For now, let's call it, "This one."

What is happening to this one, better, what is coming through this one is

completely unsolicited.

This one is not a spiritual seeker, a meditator. This one is not meditating.

This One is not doing anything. This one is not even here.

Here's how it is:

Spontaneously, the ego exits completely, evaporating any imagined specificity. This One is

currently dissolved into the All.

Into the all that we already are.

This One is you.

You are all that is.

Outside the ego-system

“egoless occurrence"

doeo - documentation of egoless occurrence

These videos have nothing to do with the form present in them.

Neither in name, gender, location, or any attribute.

They are about What Is

Coming through.

There is no commentary here. It is simply a taking place -

Occurrence of transparency of ego.

A pushing Record before the last of it got away

so we might

share occurrences.

of what comes.

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G-d Porn.

"It is metaphor that separates art from propoganda, poetry from pamphleteering." - Sting

The offering here is meant to strip layers of art, nuance, commentary- closer to

pornography than Film. It has nothing to say about what is happening. It is a simple

unadulterated documentation of what is happening. raw.

the experience is that of an absent or transparency in ego and what came through in its

absence.

As it is indescribable.

Alas, it is too invisible, this is what could be shared.

Would the Llamas of our past ...? no matter