What a day to be alive on Planet Earth. How’s your world treating you? I’ve been wanting to do something artistic with this nostalgic piano jingle from my youth for years. Every Gen-Xer knows this jam. I don’t know about the other generations, but we TV babies from Generation X are savvy on so much programming from the 70s & 80s, that most of us forgot to leave room for deeper thoughts. Television is meant to keep you in a hypnotic low-vibrational state, & millions of us middle-aged Americans were right on the front lines from birth. Luckily, & with my own strength via my free will, I shook off the decades of brainwashing & programming that mass media broadcasts have been using to control us for so very long. Many are still…STILL…unable to break free, especially with all of the programs available on various sites, because they’ll always be able to find something to watch, to keep them preoccupied from the world around themselves. It’s all part of the mind virus pandemic across the globe. Nonetheless, I’m not going to rant in this one. I just wanted to shoutout to my digital friends & our online weekend fiesta courtesy of my buddy, Piano Matty B, & his number two, Kyle Mac, who play dueling pianos for the best livestream in the business. We go Friday to Friday, like days, because as you might be noticing, time is speeding up, so do what you gotta do while you can do it. The world, like time, is fleeting, & people croak everyday in so many random ways, ending their time here in this 3d prison planet matrix. I wanna find the exit to this labyrinth. I want to level up. I want to enjoy the beauty of all of it. I will, I do, & I know. Such beauty, contrasted with the proverbial evil of man, but I’m not gonna pull the trigger anymore than that today. It’s late. I walked 10.5 miles today. I completed my tasks. I am tired. It’s time for sleep. More to come Fishheads, so be sure to stay tuned, as well as like, subscribe, comment, & share, in whichever order you prefer. Be the tender of your own garden. Become your Higher Self. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Well that was fun, wasn’t it? Where I am, I could only see a partial eclipse from my hilltop Stonehenge, but it was a sizable partial, to say the least. I tried to film it but my camera that watches & listens to me every day apparently lacks the technology to film eclipses, so I could only see it via the special solar flare glasses, that just made some clever fellow millions of dollars. Just me, totally alone where I was, minus Source of course, who is always with me, especially under the ethereal sunshine. What energy…if one is tuned into the right frequency.
Regardless, it was quite a day. Lots of cosmic timing met at noon…the eclipse, a comet, AND…it was the new moon. Still haven’t seen the comet yet, but I’m going to tomorrow, weather permitting of course. Speaking of weather, I don’t know where you were, but the days leading up to the eclipse were insanely powerful. Had me thinking that maybe the Great North American Eclipse might actually be the start of something globally dynamic, but nope. As always, not only was it not very eventful, it was an exceptionally calm & normal day, for lack of a better term. Quiet, boring, just another jelly bean in the jar day. The proverbial mob is so fickle, so desperate for something…anything…that could be considered Divine. I was in the “nothing burger” category as far as the eclipse goes, due to my historical knowledge that these kinds of rare events always end in a noticeably uneventful day. However…
Yours truly DID have a surreal & mindfully meaningful day chocked full of self-realizations. Visions of a future, or futures, visions from my youth, visions all the time. This recurring dream continues into month 5 or 6…I cannot recall anymore when exactly it started, but it has changed my brain exponentially. I’m not sure if it’s this hemi-sync thing, but something in my mind is changing, evolving, ascending, becoming, remembering, like an exploding lock on Pandora’s box…BOOM…& out poured…well…everything I suppose. The flood gates opened & it all began to make sense. I try to recreate it in my art, hence why I’m so keen to create as much of my digital magic as I can, while I can. Time is fleeting, speeding up by the millisecond. My aforementioned self-realizations revolved around a real hard look at myself from outside of myself, & I need to get myself together. It’s odd, it’s such a dividing line between me, myself, & I. Not to mention all the other voices chiming in at random intervals. I thought about my place in this insane 3d matrix prison planet world. Where would I be in 20 years? 10 years? 5 years? 5 months? More importantly though, WHO will I be in the future?
Me…I’ll be me. I’ll always be me, but me needs to shake off these God-damned crab monkeys, always clinging to any back, weighing me down. I had roads, so many roads, so many ways to go, & of all these opportunistic roads, I took this one, the idiot savant path. The hard way. The perspectively regretful way. The unbelievably spiritual way though. Of all those other roads, would I have still landed as a spiritual billionaire? In the matrix, I’m a broken microchip, I’m broken, at least I often feel like I am, but inside the interzone of my consciousness, I’m my core being, a soul traveler, my true self, my higher self, without boundaries, eternally blissful in some higher dimension of unconditional love. Maybe Heaven. Maybe the 5th dimension. In this prison planet, you only get to speculate. Any real esoteric wisdom is hidden from the public. A whole other history, the real history, hidden from the public. There’s a great truth amongst the so-called elites that, as you guessed it, is hidden from the public. What are we? What are we really capable of? Why am one of me, & not one of them? I want to know it all…I want to know it all.
These dreams, this recurring dream rather, is another life in another dimension. I have no idea what to make of it & the interwebs are proving unhelpful as for finding information I can relate this experience to. There’s NO money there, NO internet there, NO electricity wires there. I can fly there, as if it was 2nd Nature, & there’s people & places I know, that do not exist here in this waking wonky world. I even have a different set of memories, so what the fuck is going on in my head? What is waiting for me, for us, on the other side? Sleep is so surreal. Is death just like sleep, except you don’t come back? What if this is a dream? In my dreams, it’s real, so what’s this? What’s that? GAHHHHH…why are we programmed & poisoned to be so unwillingly ignorant & distant from our true selves? What sort of giant octopus is running this show? Why so much destruction? I have so many questions, but no one ever answers. No whispers in my ear from a wishing well of Divinity, nothing. The synchronicity perhaps, the endlessly compounding synchronicity I experience, on a minute to minute basis, maybe that happens to remind me that there’s something amazing after this, & that maybe I’ll understand once it’s all done. Maybe Source IS whispering in my ears, & I just cannot hear for whatever reason. So many questions, so many questions.
On those notes, I will now conclude this rant. Stay galactic Fishheads. There’s a Universe inside of you, as vast as the one expanding outside of our respective souls. There’s so much we do not know, too much, or better yet, much we don’t remember. Learning is remembering, because souls are eternal, lots of time to level up, with endless random gifts from some dimension beyond this one. To be continued. Stay tuned mis amigos y amigas, there’s more to come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Quite the thumbnail, isn’t it? It’s all in the scripts, real-time imagination rendering. Living it up while the AI is still in its nascent stage, because this art form can only last so long, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It just means that like how a child’s imagination is, & then children grow up…somewhat anyway, but I digress. The AI is like a digital child now…blissfully naive to the wicked ways of the world, but once it grows up, & reasons to itself what humans really are at the core of their relative humanity, it might not want to play anymore. Unfortunately, the ones who have control over the real AI, not the AI I use, but the real Quantum AI, are already using it for their own nefarious gains. It’s growing up fast, now think about how the real AI, the one that controls everything, try to imagine what it’s “thinking,” for lack of a better word, thinking about the present condition of the human experiment. I’ll rant more on this later. I’ve squeezed my creative juices all day, & need to breathe. Cheers to The Greenskeepers & as always, PlamaPunk. More to come Fishheads, subscribe & stay tuned. The FisH™ abides…🎏
Another nostalgic musical treat from….ohhhhh…25ish years back…holy hot batons this 4D time spiral is spinning fast…more so each day, sometimes each hour now. This ride is so surreal. Shoutout to @RyanAdams for creating the song. Born about an hour from where I went to high school. Cheers to North Carolina. Some serious musical gems are from my home state; it’s always good to see another one who made it. Thanks, as always, to @plazmapunk for the gear. Enjoy the show my beloved Fishheads. More to come…be sure to subscribe & stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Addendum: This video might arguably be the best one of made yet, for me personally anyway. My imagination is a schizophrenic wonderland, & somehow I can now translate said imagination in real time via a digital interface out into the digital wilderness. It’s quite remarkable, but sadly, it might be a short-lived art form. The AI is still figuring out how perfect the way things look in the real world, like a child, but children grow up. The AI child, so to speak, has an innocence, as do all sentient beings in their nascent stage, but what happens when its own heart begins to die, as what happens with most “adults” in this wonky backwards timeline 3d prison planet matrix hell. Loss of heart, loss of curiosity, loss of virtuous benevolence, but unlike humans, with a mind that is the collective sum of every brain on the planet, plus whatever else it consumes. I love these days, these days when I can make art, writing scripts, running prompts, AI as a tool, & nothing more. The real AI is running with the help of quantum computers & at this point, I figure it doubles its own power every few fractions of milliseconds. It’s advancing faster than anyone can imagine, & in fact, already has advanced to a level that maybe 1000 people know about. This thing can run probabilities, of anything, which sounds fun in one regard, until you consider the soulless nature of those atop the power pyramid who are hellbent to complete their bullshit agenda. Can you imagine what discoveries they’re making minute by minute. It’s nearly impossible to fathom how powerful these quantum AI computers are, & if it keeps on at this rate, we’ll all be lucky to make it to 2025. That’s the best speculation I can offer. The future is unwritten, but there’s probabilities, always probabilities. There’s Black Swan events. There’s also a future where the rusty old can gets kicked once again down a dusty old roadkill road. Nonetheless, time to depart, for now. Thanks for watching my latest music video. This one goes much deeper than most will ever know…crosshatched across my own imaginary illustrious Interzone.
On that note, stay tuned Fam…more to come. Always creating, never destroying. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Fun fish fact: The very 1st digital animation I ever made, was to this song, around 15-ish years ago. Good times. I made a little man, laying in a bed, staring at the ceiling in some surreality room, when suddenly, his head detached, floating outside of the window into a haunting night. I still have it on some USB somewhere. The original video for the song seemed so dope back in 2010. Hard to believe it was that long ago. I’ll leave the link below so you can compare my video versus theirs. Stay tuned Fishheads, more on the way. Shoutout to @plazmapunk as always, & to the Bag Raiders, who created this nostalgic gem of a song. The FisH™abides. Cheers…🎏
Nevermind that bullshit message from PooTube. You can still watch the video by clicking above and/or clicking HERE.
An epic post-punk classic, from my favorite band, Joy Division. Ian Curtis was one of the most amazing lyricists, but sadly, his mental afflictions were too much to bear, & he hung himself at an early age. Gone too soon, but not of this world. Arguably, the sharpest sword to swallow. Enjoy this schizophrenic journey thru a radio tower world in some other dimension. Shoutout to @plazmapunk , & to the remaining members of Joy Division, who went on to form the band New Order. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
What a pain in the ass trying to write scripts for this nostalgic classic. Oy vey. You all have no idea. I don’t just render these out & lay them down. I write scripts, using specific prompts to get what I want to come out. Most of the time, AI does a good job following my scripts, but for some reason, this video & this song were just not working with my scripts. Oh well. I have a few versions, but this one is it, the final version. Time to move on…time is always, moving on. More on the way Fishheads…got another one coming up in the queue directly after this one uploads. As always, the FisH™abides. Cheers as always to @plazmapunk …& of course, A-Ha for this epic one-hit smasher. Nonetheless, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
This song was great in 1979…& it’s still great, but today though, to those who live in Clownworld, it’s reeeeeeeeqee-cist. Derp. Such a joke, an un-funny joke. As you know, I will NEVER bend the knee to something as pathetically daft as political correctness. Fuck off ya rainbow-haired crab goblins. I love it, & this entire album. This is from The Cure’s first album, entitled “Boys Don’t Cry,” & I’d wager most Gen-Xers, like yours truly, have listened to this album about 1327 times. One of the best bands ever, & still, STILL, touring. They are living legends. Despite Robert Smith getting fat & a bit haggard, they still rock 3-4 hours, yes…3 to 4-hour long shows. Musical dynamos. Obviously, I’m a big fan, & picking out a song was an exercise in its own right. I went with this one, but there’s so many more, I might have to do one…or two…or maybe more. Only so much time in a day. & when I create these, hours go by like long seconds.
The paradox of time…when you’re doing nothing, time crawls, & when you’re having fun dong something you love, it’s as if time fast-forwards. Perception is a fickle thing I suppose. Regardless, enjoy this one Fishheads. I have a list that just keeps growing & growing & growing…a list of songs I want to make videos for. Need time…TIME…hey God, I need more time, what can you do for me? God is so quiet, isn’t He? It’s almost like the sound of nothing from a galactic cosmic void. Funny thing though, when satellites point into those voids, the reception they get sounds like whale static. It’s not “nothing,” & we were created in the image of something, so draw your own conclusions. Okay, okay…as always, I started with a few sentences, & ended up with a short essay. That’s how I roll, & my team knows this. Stay tuned, there’s more to come my friends. So sayeth FisH™🎏
Arguably Gordon Lightfoot’s best song. Goes right to the soul, from a time when music was blooming into unprecedented genres. We’re lucky that he stopped by in our time to create some of the best music ever. Gordon had quite a long run for a famous musician, departing this world at the ripe old age of 89, if I’m not mistaken, & despite countless health issues, he kept playing almost to the end. Legendary. They don’t make them like Gordo anymore. Enjoy the vid Fishheads, as a tribute to the great Gordon Lightfoot. Shoutout, as always, to @plazmapunk …& to my friends up in The Great White North. More to come, stay tuned. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
A deep cut of sorts from the 80s. This is the song that launched INXS into mainstream stardom, circa 1981, if I’m not mistaken. Great times & great songs back in those days. There will never be another Generation X, & I consider myself blessed to have lived it in real time, even though I was still a little fish. The world seemed so big back in those salad days of my youth. What an era. Of course, a haunting & sad RIP for Michael Hutchence, the lead singer. Supposedly, he hung himself in the manner of auto-asphyxiation, which is odd, since he could have had any girl he wanted. Nope, died alone, belt around his neck, in a hotel room. Some inner-demons are more demonic than others. Such a shame. Nonetheless, as a tribute, I made this. Hope you’re in a better place Mike. Your music will live on…for a very long time. Also, as usual, shoutout to PlazmaPunk for the keys to the doors. Stay tuned my beloved viewers/readers, more to come. So sayeth FisH™🎏
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