Day two, here goes!
I am going to spare you the written explanations here and get straight to the goods. This is a video from a few months ago illustrating a profound technique for releasing tension in the anus, pelvis, belly, chest, throat, and even the face.
Some key points:
1. drink a glass of water first.
2. you are not trying to puke, though puking is fine, so do not do on a full stomach unless you absolutely have to.
3. let yourself relax fully between gags. This is not a race or a competition. How you do it is how you do it, and the more you do it, the better it will get for you.
4. Enjoy yourself fully.
Merry Christmas!
-GTD

Hey folks! Thanks for climbing out of dreamland to join me here in the clouds.

Welcome to Flight!
August 1 marks the beginning of a whole new life for me, you, and everyone else who so chooses to begin. Really, every single second provides an opportunity to…..wait a minute, I’ll get to that later.
This post signifies an embarking on a month-long mission to deliver a shotgun blast of simple tools you can use to break out of any cell you happen to find yourself in. Use them. Experiment with them. Send me your results.
When you decide to explore a little further, join me for a session online, over the phone, or in person in my beautiful office in the South Hills of Eugene, Oregon. Track me down by emailing: escapeplans at gmail dot com
The first exercise is something I have mentioned over and over and over again. Blame it on a simple twist of face. By twisting, turning, and stretching your face, you expand your outlook on everything, and you extend the opportunity for others to see you more clearly as the dynamic, beautiful, chaotic ball of life you represent.
Here are a few more fun examples from the land of youtube:
If you want to delve deep into the science behind face stretching, facial muscles and emotional states, and reading faces, check out the following:


I look forward to seeing you soon!
Enjoy,
-GTD

I am so excited! I stayed up all night reading a copy of:

I cannot reiterate this enough times: this book changed my life in drastic and subtle ways. Many of the studies and readings I have done in the 31 years of my life up to this moment became immediately obvious and directly known to me upon reading this text. No longer is the process to fulfillment of my wildest dreams a mystery. It begins now, and lasts forever.
The knowledge gained from this text will forever influence the content that flows from my pursuit of joy, abundance, adventure, and creativity. Nothing more can ever be driven from a place of lack. Instead, everything can be driven on the infinite reserves of excitement and bliss.
Let me know if you take the plunge and read the book. I would love to hear from all of you and for us to catapult ourselves to everything we ever want, need, or could ever possibly want or need. In fact, we, each one of us, is already there.
Enjoy.
-GTD
Tonight the false self of believing in and pretending to be a victim of reality or “the world” has perished. In fact, it never even existed.

Hey folks! Summer in Eugene is hot and excellent up to now. Today holds a swimming trip to a beautiful woodland river. Yesterday I worked as a team at wildcrafting St. John’s Wort in a burned over piece of wildland. What a joy!
One of the most delightful aspects of camping and working in a forest which burnt a few years earlier is how black and white everything looks. I do not mean that in a metaphoric sense–only–but in the sense that what once presented endless hues of brown and green fades into the recesses of time, and as Old Father Time wanders these woods, he sucks the color out of things. So the ghostly gnarled white limbs point in every direction at the landscape fresh with new growth.
If you ever find yourself feeling a bit colorless, remember it as a sign that you are ready for new growth…I do.
That was not my point, but as I have you here, gathered around my fire, I figured I may as well share a bit form my eons of experience I like to call my ‘Garden of Delights.’
Now that I have finished with the Evening’s Entertainments, I can get on with the original blog post already in progress.
Last January, I visited one of my favorite publisher’s, the rightful heirs to my teacher, Dr. Christopher S. Hyatt’s, publishing company, now called Original Falcon. (Click to visit their site.) While there, I had the honor and privilege to “pick up the banner,” as Hyatt once commented, and complete the DVD set which Hyatt had left uncompleted at the time when Old Father Time decided he needed ol’ Hyatt for his own Radical Undoing needs.
Click on this link and you can watch a sexy and beautiful video of me and my gorgeous model, Christy, trying out just one of many Radical Undoing techniques. Don’t be dissuaded by the seeming simplicity of the technique presented. The leg drop alone will reveal much about the differences in training received by men and women about their sexuality.
Any questions? Oh yeah, my penname is Jack Wilde, in case you were wondering. There is a story there too, but you will have to get to know me a lot better to drag it out of me.
Here is the link: Radical Undoing 5
Enjoy!
-GTD
Oh yeah, and I appear as a model in this previous DVD as well:


Happy independence day to all of the Americans here today! Happy global domination to the rest of you! In either case, everyone has a face. If you have a face, stretch it, and see what happens. Do it over and over and over and over and you will make your life more free than you can possibly imagine. You will see more, do more, know more, and feel more. Don’t believe me? Try it 3x/day for a year and write back to me with your revelations. Enjoy!
I love you all.
-GTD

Welcome to summer!
My favorite quote from the clip:
“When I’m twisting myself up like a pretzel, what does it have to do with enlightenment?”
Norman Allen says, “Nothin’!”
My body still contains the knowledge it gained over two months working almost daily with Norman. Right now, I can still go through the entire series of exercises as I learned them almost 7 years ago. I say this not only to gloat, which is not satisfying enough, but to demonstrate a simple and profound ‘hidden secret’ that may be of value to anyone reading these words.
Knowledge is a living substance as much as flesh and bone. It could also be described as electrical or chemical in nature, if one is willing to remember that each of these descriptions are nothing more than interpretations, idolatry in the most mechanical sense of the term. Gnosis means living knowledge. Everyone has living knowledge. In a sense, the body itself consists of living knowledge.
Gnosis enlivens all but still hides within its own sanctuary, its own inviolable shrouds and veils. When the curtains open, the Gnosis performs. When the curtains close, the Gnosis reposes. This is what the old wicked wise man of the woods, a very close friend of mine, implied when he told me, over and over, “There is Great Power in Silence.”
And yet, for me at least, the Gnosis demands expression, or more accurately, while the Gnosis finds repose in silence, it equally takes Great Joy in revealing itself at every turn of the wheel and shining out of every dark corner of even the deepest and darkest of hell realms. The candle never goes out, and even when it does, it will go out because you will remember you were looking in the mirror.

a mirror among mirrors
Enjoy.
-Garrett.

Taking a hint from the Good Doctor, my old and now dead teacher and inspiration, peace be upon him, I have designed an all new device for your awakening pleasure and enjoyment.
When the Oracle at Delphi said, “Know Thyself,” I took her words seriously. After taking all the time and energy to find my way back in time to get this advice, I decided to take it rather seriously.
It is in this light that I present to you the Awareness Meter.
First, I will warn you not to place judgment on wherever you find yourself. This is simply a tool to get to know yourself a little bit better and to gauge the qualities of your experiences in terms of your level of awareness.
This way, you will quickly be able to discover what situations lull you into sleepy programmed habitual reactivity, and what situations bring out the true “decider” in you.
I use it this way so far:
I check in with various meters, including a Mood Meter and an Enhancement Meter. Now I add the Awareness Meter too and think about various parts of my day in terms of how present I was to what was actually going on. This helps me to see what kinds of situations to avoid, and what elements of my experiences also have a tendency to make me more aware.
Another little piece I have added is to check in at the end of each day with a percentage of “awakeness” for the whole day. I scan the whole day in my mind and then assign a percentage between 1 and 100 to see how aware I was.
Another way you could apply the meter, if you like, is to set an alarm to go off multiple times throughout your day (and night…?) and when it goes off, ask yourself how awake and aware you are to the actual physical events going on inside and around you.
Just choose a place between 1-7 on the scale.
Awake 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Asleep
Again, don’t waste too much time on this. If you catch something significant, write about it a little bit. Examine yourself for more data when it presents itself. After that, move on and keep living.
See what happens when you try this out over time. There is no real way to assess ahead of time everything the device will do for you. Why? Because you are you, and you will have your own personal experience. That is where you begin, and where you end, with your personal experience.
Have fun.
Enjoy,
-GTD

Very recently, I have grown intrigued by the extended preview for the film Terminator: Salvation. Sure, it looks like an excellent action flick, but it may provide something a whole lot more than entertainment, if one has eyes to see.
Take a look:
Terminator Salvation
Pay particular attention to the scene from 1:27 to 1:31 or so, when the machine that thinks itself a human discovers it’s true nature.
Think of the implications of this in terms of higher consciousness, self-development, and personal growth.
More on that later.

Well, I am using She’s computer for a moment to update y’all as to the situation. Do any of your blog lurkers have any comments or suggestions on where to take this beast? Do you want to hear more personal stories and experiences? More experiments in Creative Deconstruction? More humor? What do you want to see here? I look forward to hearing from all of you. In terms of adapting to no computer for a couple days, here is a quote that can help in any situation:
“All phenomena is illusion
Neither attracted nor repelled
Not making any sudden moves
My habits will carry me through.”
-E .J. Gold, The American Book of the Dead.
enjoy!
-G

Just Another Beach…

Clam Beach
The Clam: Story of a Beach. Just another Beach.
4th Power: Silence. Stay quiet. Observe the Aeon Card. Observe the tactics of your closest enemies. Observe the momentary appearances of observation and clarity you are afforded in this nowever, Break. Stop. Ignore. Take it all slowly. Mind your mind, eat the time in small, measured bites, slow down, don’t forget to remember to chew the experience to fluidity–that’s what teeth are for. Remember anything. Take a closer look. Relax. Observe. Breathe. Quiet. Calm. Relax. Chill. Sweet. Calm. Asleep. Dreaming. Effortless. Letting things slide. Calm. Relaxed, afforded a picture window on a treasury of ascendant greatness, drilling a well under the cemetery to empower a machine of excellence, for that is the source of underground tension, the sure knowledge and certainty that excellence and abundance are your treasure-house, and they always have been thus. Silence, attended to daily, leads and draws awareness to a point, of what the point consists is tension leads to movement leads to growth and more joy. You are the formula you require. Reality is your koan, and your hands and feet and body are your teachers, your masters. Get in touch sometime. Will you meet me here? Are you your own enemy? Can this cage be rattled?
Ok, that’s all for now. Another post on the upcoming online and real life workshops…coming soon!
Enjoy,
-GTD

Embrace the Art of Escape…

Lines of Time and Text: The Art of Escape
These times are what make us us. Perhaps it was the food and cosmetics all along. The stuff you brush your teeth with gets in your thinking process somewhere along the lines, so choose wisely. A dilletante enters stage right, to write all night, abandon fright, succumb to delight. Greatness emerges urged on and on, to and fro, bounces and drops. Building blocks of what I require to ascend in “the world” fill my space, clutter, less of a concern by the second. Each passing moment raw and gourmet, fashioned of clay, acted out as a play every day but today. Enough of rhyme. Enough with time already! Let it drop. Back to the bare facts of existence again, falling drifting passing fading dissolving fluid flowing into each new scenario, run through it like water, courseless and profound, tumbling effortlessly, gravity its servant, moving into plotlines with prowess, power and potential aflow, on the go, letting nothing slide by unnoticed, enjoying every bit of the drifter who lives inside mine brain, the clear observer-the garbage man-Michael Clayton-the Gambler who plays all sides, who knows the hand dealt, who keeps the exits open memorized. Joyous, cheer and sorrows congregate together. Lines, lines, and more lines–spacious patience, filler, spilling thoughts–a trace of the past.
On the front of card in drawing:
“NO WAY AS WAY”
“Travel, stumble, mumble, scramble eat devour inhale breathe suck drink taste slurp sleep skip swim dance preach…”
“Do you know the times when things slide over to the left, slide to the right spin round in circles all night, eat of trash and handout sleep of wreck and abandon, drink of tab and river.”
“Embrace the art of escape.”
“Tunneling through minds full to overflow Rambling through oases of ease Easing down roads, obscure, relief.”
“Release
Relive
Revive
Revolve.”
“Dissipate
Dissolve
Disrupt
Discipline.”
“Telephone to nowhere from nothing regarding endings fallen leaves, dropped rain, swept up in a tempest.”

Powers and more.

Knowledge is flowing information.
Powers–Virtues–Attributes–Skills–Attainments–Insights–Wealth–Potential
What is possible is already within your possession. There is holy water in your blood and your flesh is perpetual sacrament. Your work, exertion, expenditure amount to a blood sacrifice to keep sated a demiurge who never existed yet presides over your prison and is notary public witness to all of your invisible contracts. Spiderweb bindings worn as jewelry around the neck, wrists, and ankles of every witless, blind, suffering, writhing humanimal-in-training.. If you would stop washing off your precious body oils, the cuffs and noose would slide off easily enough. Too bad you have a fear of germs. You live in a treasury of health, wealth, joy, and immortality and yet you drown in fake freedom and covert slavery disguised and masquerading as jobs and entertainment. Practice. Meditate. Say, “Namoamidabutsu,” and move on. Cyclical, knowledge, wisdom, information, joy, and cash all flow like rivers, like thoughts, like time, through space past death and peace, compassion and joy. If you simply take joy in learning, relaxation, movement, breathing, knowledge and wealth will flow your way, in the same way inspiration and adventure float along on your wavelength.
On the front of the card:
“KNOWLEDGE IS INFORMATION IN MOTION IS WEALTH IS YOU/ INFORMATION WITHOUT ACTION IS A PILE OF DO-DO/A DO-DO PILE FILLING UP WITH METHANE GAS THAT PASSES WITH “BANG” “BANG” “BANG.” “DOING DOING DOING.” ”
“DOING DOING DOING…who comes here? what is the difference between the act of doing and the sound, “doing?” as in “doyng.” ”
“Zombie
Vampire
Werewolf
I
O”
“DONT ASK TOO MANY QUEST-SHUNS, INSTEAD, ASK FOR WHAT YOU WANT.”
“The clitoris is an important skeleton key.”
“FEEL THE FLOW. IT TAKES TEXT TO KNOW TEXT TO GET TEXT TO NO TEXT.”
“KNOW–WILL–DARE–SHUT UP”
“DOWNWARD DOG AND UPWARD CAT WILL MAKE YOU MORE POWERFUL.”
“SIMPLY KNOCK 3 TIMES…….”
“RIVERS…..CREEKS…….MIND LIKE WATER.”
“ALL LINES ARE LINES OF TEXT, ARE OF NOTHING.”
Ok, Enjoy,
-GTD

Cascading.

storms
Once it starts to cascade time drops off like a bandit and electricity increases along power line towers busting through transformers and into a lamp by way of 40-watt bulb, covered with a lampshade made of wood. What occupies my free-space-time? Where has the undoing work disappeared to? Fractals and flows to who knows where? No reason to care, horrified and enjoying life on a daily and momentary basis. What terrifying tricks of the mind provide for this “I,” misidentified inside a boxed life, boarded up in a cabin in Northern Minnesota for 20 Winters in a row? Every sparkle of moonlight off the corner of snowflakes brings delight. A million million of them fill my memory, and the nose still remembers what it felt like to draw a frozen breath on still moonlit nights at Paul’s cabin. There is a time and a space now to choose, to chill, to follow joy and embrace–togetherness. There are infinite ways to blow it, to destroy it, to ignore it. To distract oneself from it. To poison one’s very point of view. Of course you can’t see it. Ha ha ha. Yet there is a way to persist, to determine to follow through to the end, beyond doubt to success in every realm, in every perspective and every way on every path to nowhere.


The record...
The Record–what goes unwritten? The women, the shadow, daily stream a daily documentation, inscription–myancestors satisfied themselves with momentous events painted in metaphor on cave walls in times of strife or wild excitement…Now in post-apocalypse where my mind mostly lives, the record has grown more complex, more minute–every speck of dust bears great import when seen as a single focus point, a correlation that lends itself to a factor–recording data as it presents itself–raw as possible. I used to ask myself-”What must be recorded?” And this was my mistake, as anything put into the record provides a hologram, reflecting and consisting of the whole nothingness–fractal–pattern-tapestry—You are the castle–your record hangs on the walls inside–woven from the threads of ink that play the role of characters who pretend to be “me,” when the real me does not exist so much as live, and since one requires a self in order to develop a self–the record assists one in the difficult task of creating from whole cloth a fake ‘I’ convincing enough to accomplish “The Work.” The record is a Mining Operation providing raw materials with which to fashion and conduct your kingdom.
(Written on the card in the picture above:::)
“Seek protection from IHVH or be forced to supplicate him with your own unwitting bloodshed. The record is the only sure refuge, sanctuary, defense…”
“The record is a weapon, armor, the pen is Excalibur.”
“insight dawns each moment begging to escape from brain to pen to paper to archive to eyes to brain amassing into flowing conscious awareness the record contains and is the stuff of which your life and self may one day finally consist if you…”
“I, What stands between light and shadow, I”
“Sound seven times the trumpet of your own lush wildness, Holy Holy Holy, A billion times Holy, How piercing thy silence, bodily.”
“TONIC.”
Enjoy,
-GTD



























































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