the ugarit: an ancient people

the ugarit are said to be of syria.

of course the articles i found on the net, refer to them as a meditarranean people, which becomes the region of the 'middle-east', when bombs are being dropped on that side of the meditarranean. obama, bush, clinton, bush, reagan - the same man, who now comes in all colors - never says there is a threat from the meditarranean, we have no choice but to stop the heathens of the meditarranean. no. when the inheirtors of ancient cultures are being bombed, looted, plundered, pissed on and raped, by our political leaders, the inheritors suddenly lose their affiliation - the lands suddenly become checkered with terror and the miltiant language of arabic.

according to a wikipedia on the ugarit alphabet, a tablet was found in syria in 1920 something. the tablet had the markings of an ancient alphabet similar in markings to numbers - mathematics. these ancient mathematics are said to potentially be the precursor to other semitic languages, namely arabic.

there has been a recreation of ugarit music based on what is considered "the oldest music notation in the world".

do what you have to

as tylenol won't zap everyone's headache or robitussin quell every cough, or prozac brighten every long dark day, not every piece of babylon perspective and wisdom will apply to everyone.

the other day, i was three stepping the less-grimy stairwell in grandcentral, transferring from the 7 to the 6. in the mid-curve, between staircases, there was a middle aged dred, strumming and singing about how: "there must be some kinda way outta here, said the joker to the thief..." 

dude behind me in a Peter Griffin tone, commented: "wow, this guys real good, he probably practices a lot." 

he was right, i thought, it was the ancient wisdom i'd heard repeatedly from my yoga teachers in india - practice, practice, practice. 

but then dude behind me qualifies his statement by saying: "oh yeah, he doesn't have to work, he has all the time in the world to practice. he gets his money for free and lives off the system. of course he's good..." dude went on to complain. i slowed down when i got to the black-gum pressed 4 5 6 platform full of bug-eyed tourists and tri-state workers, to check dude out. he had a caustic smirk on his face that matched with his suit and slain-animal leather. 

i hear the gavel all the time, a friend of mine, during a gathering over food and philosophy, when the topic of work came up, was saying how he just didn't get all these people begging on the trains. afterall, they are fully able-bodied. 

the 6, 8, 10, 11 o'clock news splays the images of the pathological drug dealer, in such and such projects, who shot a cop, who was heroically trying to fight crime. they don't tell you that pathological dude was unemployed for 2 years, that he dropped out of school because the teachings made him feel dumb, the kids, videos, ads made him feel like he just needed to keep up on kicks and jewels, that the only economics that was made available, that showed any interest, that didn't require a thousand resumes and no responses, that showed him any love was the drug economy, and that the previous arrest record that they (the media) keeps mentioning was for telling off a social worker who told his mom she was crazy.

the social workers and progressive lawyers might understand, talk about it with the people in their circles, but their circle is their circle, tightly surrounded by impenetrable class walls that don't allow for the human interaction to happen. the progressive caste might be secretly judging, as i heard some teachers do, about some of their students, about how: i understand that things are messed up, but by X talking the way he is, you know, not speaking in complete sentences, using incorrect language deliberately, he's only making it harder for himself. 

teacher really might not get it. it's alright. you really might not get it. get that. it's alright. 

but who knows, there is overlap, the lawyer might be from eighties l.e.s, scarfaced and all. she might be like the boricua prison guard sleeping with the brother serving 2 life sentences. she might've been barred by position, but soul diminished the inability to connect. 

it's easy to judge, especially when you're privileged. nothing wrong with people having privilege. good for you. but not everyone has it like that. and the more privilege you have, the more tint you might have on the lenses you see the world from. 

it's easy to judge whoever, wherever you are, dirt poor but finding an opp to hate at someone less than, at the dirty immigrants who are cooking that stinky food. the hate comes from within, from a deep disdain of self, from believing the fiction that has been constructed about you.

where-ever you are, you know what you gotta do. what You Really gotta Do. Do it. whether others approve or not doesn't matter. whether it fits the babylon advice of teachers and social workers, characters in movies or tv. whatever it is you gotta do to keep your head above water, to maintain as one of my homies used to say back in the day. Do it. nobody knows your story but You. 

finding yin and yang in music

we have arrived at a place, where everything is music, rumi says in his poem by the same name. suf inayat khan, an indian muslim who grew in popularity in the west - and whose books my pops had - extrapolated rumi's quranic interpretations to say that all life was music -  a direct retelling of ayats in the holy text.

all beings are in tune with music - the lions, bhandor's, elephants, bees, sparrows, oaks, redwoods, himalayas, andes, etc - and thus they are muslims (beings who subscribe to islam - submission to the 1ness) by default. all, except humans. as such, we need to let go/submit (islam), to tune in to the Frequency, to Harmonize.

if music is vibrations and vibrations are the fabric of life, what type of frequency is the music we r listening to tuning us into? if while or after listening to a song you want to hide under your blanket for days, or run out and get some gucci bags and matching shoes and shades, or want to smoke and drink and grow your hair long just to thrash it, or thrash someone against a broken glass pane, then you are tuned deeper into babylon - the world of ego, look at me, materialisms, schisms.

turn off your radio and listen to Music.

indigenous music - whether it be from the hopi nation or the zulu nation, bauls of bengal or qawwals of punjab, the oud of nubia and beirut or the conga's of ghana and brazil, the bomba y plena of puerto rico or the throat singing of the altai people - is prostrate to tuning into the larger Frequency.

beyond individual name-recognition, in indigenous/traditional, the music and it's players, are more deeply concerned with the process of tuning in, and so often times, you'll be listening to a song and you won't know who the singer or instrumentalist is. conceiving this could be baffling to the babylonian, whose world is ego and rationalizing ego, whether it be by way of academia, spiritual practices like yoga and meditation, or music. my name is...have you heard of this dude... she has the best line of... BABYLON!

in babylon long hair, dreds, burning incense, and talking a certain way makes you down with spirituality. even spirituality is a look, a commodity, and babylonian spiritualists are drawn to the look. but probably because they are looking for something deeper than the corporate babylon. then go Deeper. the spiritual babylon and corporate babylon have the same common denominator - babylon.

tune in. go deeper.

the last couple of days i've been listening to pipa music from the hunan people of china and dstgah music from iran. wow. all praise is due.