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Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit
Hosted by Jedidiah Jackson · EN
Experimental audio meets Beat poetry and philosophy - A field-recoded journey through literature consciousness and counterculture.
You have found the BBB- your secret audio dose of acid.
We record the moment where spirit makes its wild plunge into matter. These are spontaneous conversations about mysticism poetry art music total bullshit sci fi paranoia dream utopia and friendship- raw sounds, real voices, and the rhythm of thought.
We record the future through fresh poetry. We record the past by romantic audio narratives. There are adventures around the world and other dimensions.
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North Africa Erotic Currents
Apr 100:36:01Tap to summarizeLuxor Temple — After SunsetI am in the Luxor temple remember the erotic currents, I felt in North AfricaBeatniks Bumtrips Egypt This is where it all happens.This is where you throw a partyand everyone vanishes at once —a soft popping sound in the dark.This is walking through the temple at Luxor.This is reaching the nipples —the divine conduit, everlasting life,mouth at the mother’s bowl.This is power.This is the fat steeple.This is the sunray turned to granite,floated up the Nile,lifted by hands,taken north,sister obelisk in Paris.Ali Ali Akbar —a call,a prayer,a yoga of the throat.Sunset in Luxor.Lights coming on along the Nile.Where do you store the most sacred objectswhen they are not in use?Dig a hole?Bury ten thousand sphinxes?Hide it in the elbow?There is a rumor —a map in the elbow of the Great Sphinx of Giza.Blueprints in stone.I am on a slab of granite,line of sphinxes running south,session to session, temple to temple.Two weeks in North Africa.When I stepped off the planemy feet tingled into the knees.Africa rose through bone.I forgot where I landed.Madagascar?Minnesota?Memphis?Memory sliding.Body exhausted.East to West.Market to canyon.Spring water rising through sand.Donkey tied with competence.A woman stronger than my fantasy.Fez corridors.Kittens everywhere.Ancient tannery air.Mall fluorescent hum.Desert women at a hidden lake.Drum circle sparks in Marrakesh.Heat in the body,stored,not spent.Arrival in Egypt.Pink halls of the old museum.Typewriter labels.Mummified crocodiles.Herons painted like early cubism.University girls by a carved slab.Black nails against gold earrings.Hand touching hieroglyph.A buzz.Energy carried forward —into artists,into a film set in a carpet shop,into the tight crawl of pyramidswhere breath thickensand strangers meet in narrow passage.Downtown Cairo —motorcycles, dust, palm shadows.Arabic typewriter on a plastic table.Coconut milk.A girl with red lips smilingthrough rules and introductions.Encounters like leaving temples —brief, luminous, unfinished.Last offering at the feet of Hatshepsut —pine resin from California,sap crystal on stone.Her terrace looks over green Nile,open sky instead of descending tomb.You rise toward her.I have not spilled the charge.I have carried it.Alertness in the eyes.Now I sit in Luxor Temple.An hour and a half on warm stone.Meditation.Stretching.Listening for the rituals layered in pillars.The body as corridor.Spirit moving through flesh.Granite as metaphor.Sunset yoga on rocks.Lights flicker on.I am part of it.Sensuality becomes awareness.Awareness becomes poetry.North Africa taught me this:be cool.Feel everything.Do not clutch.Let it rise.Let it pause.Let it go forward.Let it stop.Maybe there will be more.That is the current.
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Egyptian Speed
Mar 2800:33:24Tap to summarizeBeatniks palm trips LuxorThis may be my favorite interview in North Africa.Our tour guid is on Egyptian speed : He references Limitless.Bradley Cooper.Ultra mode.Access all knowledge.Ancient civilizations all used it —Egypt, Iraq, China, India.Before 200 years ago, it was in the markets.Noah warned the people.They thought they were gods already.Didn’t need God.Egypt before the flood.Atlantis.Then Kemet.Moses asks about the buildings.Pharaoh asks back:What are these pyramids?Sons of Noah scatter.Misraim comes to Egypt.Gold leaves with the Hebrews.Golden cow in the desert.Conspiracy energy rising in the back seat.Rothschilds.New world order.Why illegal?Because power is dangerous.Crocodiles once different.Temple at Kom Ombo.Hundreds mummified.Forms changed over generations.Animals gone.Species shifted.Could they speak to animals?With plants?With mind?Two secret words.Know the first —you understand birds.Know the second —you understand everything.Book of Thoth.Original buried near the Sphinx.Copy in the Nile.Aleister Crowley knew too much.Solomon understood the language of birds.City flying by the window.Luxor traffic.Motorcycles.Dust.He says:Stay in the shrine one hour.Lion-headed goddess.After midnight.She speaks if you listen.You want UFOs.He wants inner sight.“You cannot know everything.But you can know what is inside.”Masalama.
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Narrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension
Mar 2500:34:40Tap to summarizeNarrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension scene inside and out in the valley of the Kings looking for aliens found the blue cone heads and the gnarly hippo lady in SETI Mr Blue and Jedidiah Egypt Valley of the KingsSETI !!!!!Valley of the Kings — Pod in the TombBeatnix.Pump trips.Egypt.Plate empty.Let it drop.Let the body drop.Eyes closed.Air leaves the mouth by itself —unstoppable.Life force overflowing.Plant seeds like the mummies packed for afterlife.Spread them.Let them become river.Recorded in the Valley of the Kings.Starts in the tomb.Yellow so vibrant it’s almost noxious.Right side panel glowing.Still shining after thousands of years.This feels like a coat room.Take your shoes off before entering eternity.If this were a club, there’d be a girl taking coats.Charging wave on the wall.Rising.Falling.Sinusoid energy.Hieroglyphs staggered —not aligned with the chamber.Wave pattern.Finger wag.Nana.Heron wings spread.Bird like a woman wrapping around thighs.Mysticism.Interpretation.Unicorn scarab combo.Dung beetle pushing something.Not poop —the sun.Every night the beetle rolls the sun across the underworldand pushes it back into the sky at dawn.Ra in many forms.Falcon.Beetle.Bull.Held captive.Released.Phones glitching in the tomb.There is a hieroglyphic of a man streaming piss from his headPiss-head man barely invited to the party.Streaming wave landing at his feet.Curse talk.Offer to pee on me to reverse it.Soft because it’s hot.Valley heat logic.Switcheroo moment.Sentence leaves my mouth,enters his.Beauty swapping faces.Independent parts rearranging.Graffiti on walls of a tagging civilization.Can you tag a culture built on tag?Finally alone.Let’s meditate.Donkey sounds echoing from the ridge.Rock looks like it might slide.Atmosphere thickening on the cheeks.Counter-clockwise zodiac of white tiger faces.Orange-red spinning disk.Mummy seen from fourth dimension.Inside and outside at once.Layer inside layer inside layer.Top of the valley —air has to turn around up there.Heat exchange.Little vortexes.How many rulers?Fifty years.Hundred.Five hundred.Eight hundred.Continuous return to this one spot.Like the Vatican City —centuries of repetition.Seti chamber.Search for extraterrestrial intelligence named after a pharaoh.Modern satellites inspired by ancient walls.Braided cord running through generations.At groin level in one tomb.Higher in the next.Three hundred years apart.Same galactic line.Cord ending in heart.Cord ending in throat.Snake carrying heads.Lineage as light.DNA before DNA.Ropes and pulleys carved clearly.Workers moving the sarcophagus.Conveyor belt of eternity.Ultra crisp iconography.Penises drawn like fingers.Belly buttons like eyes.Snake running double-fisted through hands.Working it like a living thing.Inside the mountain:just stone.Carved out.Ankh — key to the afterworld.Given after the weighing.Stars on the ceiling.Blue and gold still alive.Hippo on the roof.Crocodile backpack.Tongue out.Switch point energy.Jackals ahead.Mummifiers.Valley politics without speeches —time stacked in layers.Power as repetition.Myth as infrastructure.Meditation at the top.Air turning.History swirling.Plate empty.Body dropped.Seed planted.
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Sunrise Narration from the Land of the Dead
Mar 2200:34:16Tap to summarizeLuxor — West Bank Sunrise narration.Beatniks, bumtrips, Egypt….automatic poem Rooftop.West Bank.Land of the dead.Behind two palm fronds —still black.Then blue leaks in.Roosters like cap guns.Boat engine or generator?Everything muted, like the world is wrapped in gauze.I woke you up like a Muslim prayer tower three houses from your open windowAll the all theAlla Turn off cell phone notifications Give it to me by the east bank Sunrise Shows off the spires, staples, mausoleums, temples, itty, bitty, titties shaped mountainsDramatic poem show up last I’m in the land of the deadThat’s the West Bank#Luxor #temple Btw : I swore this painted door “time stop” #Mandela effect???
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Lion Face Calm / notes from Cairo
Mar 1900:33:10Tap to summarizeDeepness. Foam trips. Cairo. Notes from memoryCairo airport lounge with big plastic plants and purple leather glowEverything rounded — tables, lights, even the bathroomsPerforated diner seats like a 1950s futureMassive stacks of receipts, subtle yawns diffusing like tea in hot waterYou cannot buy real vibeEnergy passed through eye contact, slow and deliberatePalm trees beyond two panes of glass, Air Cairo lifting offLow ceiling like a tomb chamberRectangles and overlays, sharp geometry like hieroglyphsCrawling through granite passages on hands and kneesOuter thigh burn from pyramidsDrawing a Santa Cruz wave in mummy dustA UFO over a sarcophagusGrave robbing with your eyesHeart weighed against the featherIf it’s heavy, the crocodile eats itIf it’s light, you liftStay real or your heart gets heavyHustle and conscience in the same breathMake your heart light as a featherArabic hieroglyphics as modern art before modern artSmooth lines, bright colors, animals and dancersA thousand dancers in one tombdriver with a shrine of cash on the dashOh, it’s beautiful, he says, through dust and smogTraffic flowing as one organismWatermelon juice. Fresh bakeries. Golden coffee dispensersTrash fires glowing sideways in the sunCats under plastic chairs with more dignity than peoplePrayer rugs under palm trees while traffic roarsMotorbikes three deep with flowers and babiesHorse and carriage legal anywhereThe Nile carrying soil and trash and lightMansions rising from irrigated fieldsStreets widening from two lanes to fiveGo when it’s time to go. Don’t stop. Just flowGrilling corn brushed with feathersNicotine offered by a 16-year-old with bracesArabic typewriter decoded under streetlightsLuxury is never seeing the waiter until you need himThe ultimate hustle: I don’t need anythingCoconut milk in shot glasses poured from a giant jugVodka on plastic tables under police with machine gunsWarm yogurt spice drink smoothing the tensionNo-touch selfies under palm treesEverybody has a table. Everybody works the placeLaughter is the real wealthHustle your way into the toiletWarm water splashing from the flush mechanismHookah tips in the sinkDon’t go that way, they sayThat’s exactly the way we’re goingDesert man under a TV, lion face calmNon-city cool from elemental sandA quiet hand gesture to the hookahYeah bro, its here You are welcome
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BBB Inside a Pyramid
Mar 1700:22:49Tap to summarizeA very Special place to record the BBB Beatnix.Bum trips.Indiana Jones air.Mr. Blue crouched in blue-on-blue polka dots,dust in the seams of the slabs,massive rock narrowing into throat tunnels.“This is some Indiana Jones shit.”Wooden walkway—percussion.I start singing with it.All right, all right, all right.Cinnamon night.Choose your aura.Choose your sword.Bats in the rafters like Apex platformsSweat baptized the forehead.Pyramid power.Graffiti theology:Everything happens for a reason.Love you.Inverted hot tub of stone.White-lined chamber.Aligned to something older than Hades.Heavy emptiness.Solid vacuum.How do you make nothing weigh?Pump energy into it.E equals MC squared.A star isn’t solid.Still massive.Light shaped like papyrus.Stack it high enough,aim it right—teleport.Sarcophagus empty.Maybe it worked.Heart against feather.Pass and return.Fail and crocodile.Find your body like a video game corpse.Mask.Name above the door.Don’t get lost.Without the body—diffuse.Unbound.No ego.No edge.The body is the focusing tool.Magnifying glass for the soul.Native Americans sang their exit song.Private rehearsal for the final breath.Arrow, bear, blade—sing.Carry the self across.Belief builds the hallway.Last thought opens the door.Ten minutes in,heavy space in my bones.Unibrow humming.Do the bats leave our wayor a secret one?Maybe teleportation is realand we’re annoyed about it.Slide down granite.Thighs shaking like Half Dome.Electric lights hum now.Breeze with no fan.Dance room.Just us and our shadows.Knee twist.Elbow hinge.Stone listening.Inside a hollow geometrythat looks exactlylike you always imagined.Echo.Whoo.That’s how it’s done.
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Horse Music
Mar 1400:36:25Tap to summarizeMr Blue and Jedidiah are jamming through Cairo Talking about unsolvable Math and light speed and being hyped up from being inside the great pyramids of Giza. Horse Music ! is the clip club of horses hooves on a Cairo freeway on ramp mixing with the bells and trinkets bouncing with fringe and seat springs in a romantic decay horse carriage matching the beat of speaker distorted techno music over the Nile River No perfect system.Truth always leaking at the edges.You can measure the angle,trace the arc,solve for x—but x keeps moving.Approximation isThe heart on one side.The feather on the other.Math gets close.Closer.Closer.But never whole.Completion collapses the mystery.Perfection shuts the door.Infinity cracks it back open.Light in a vacuum—full speed.Light in matter—slowed.Light in a body—something else entirely.
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votive notes from Cairo
Mar 1200:35:08Tap to summarizeWe found them. We found a secret. Beatnix, bone trips, CairoGrind cosmetics on slate, vaulted offerings, mother crocodile warming her babies in her mouthA fish plays hi-hat cymbals beside its open jawSingle file through Cairo with Mr. Blue and Jedidiah The pyramid is shaped like a sunray — light is eternityTravel at light speed and you live foreverEgypt starts with a guy in a Santa Cruz shirt saying 69 if you know what I meanCairo is beautiful, says the driver, as the whole city looks like dust Mosques rising over overpasses, red plastic chairs filled for hoursThe gentle hustle that begins with I’m just trying to help youTwo crows getting sprinkler time — power animals in the medianCleopatra Hotel glowing by the fountain’s edgeOsiris cut into 42 pieces and scattered across the provincesIsis flying to gather the body back togetherAnubis the jackal mummifying the god for one more night of lifeHorus the falcon losing his eye in battle and gaining a symbol of protectionThe Eye of Horus guarding kings from magic, sickness, and envyThe sun sets here and rises again in the underworldYour heart weighed against the feather of truthMake your heart light as a featherForty-two judges for forty-two confessionsI did not steal. I did not pollute the river. I did not lie.Conscience as the scale inside your chestIf your heart is light, you are given the ankh — key of lifeImmortality as balance, AC humming for the first time this trip in the desert Another sunrise. Another judgment. Another chance to lighten the heart
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NUS NUS
Mar 1000:16:34Tap to summarizeHalf espresso, half steamed milk in a clear shot glass — this is nus nusCome, have a nus nus with usBeatnix, bumtrips, MoroccoHair is conductive, spirals making electricity, If you move a conductive material through a coil, you make electricity — give me space, I’m powering the valleyDrum circles don’t just generate hype — they conduct it through the crowdTeenagers can twirl hats, but Berbers move the currentSit down, now stand, now stay — the rhythm has up and down timesWhen participation begins, the whole thing lifts offCampfire songs under a thousand-year mosquePerfection is the spiritual aspect of the buildingErase your identity and call it progressBlack seed and eucalyptus huffed into clarity before takeoffHalf a cube of sugar changes everythingOrange SIM card, one GPS, keep rollingHalf cube. That’s what’s up.
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Casablanca Notes
Mar 700:27:38Tap to summarizeBeatniks, bumtrips, Casablanca — written on a train while drinking avocado juice poured from a 5 gallon jug in a alleyway ;-) Today I was holding a meteorite! “Casablanca first hits: women balancing mall bags on their heads as buses back through narrow gates.”“It’s not erotic — it’s sexual — the way he makes sandwiches with reverence and hunger watching.”“Morocco is the land of dinosaur bones, crystals, and billion-year-old space rocks you can hold in your hand.”“Electric banjo leading Berber drum circles at sunrise in Marrakesh.”“Everyone here is okay with looking at you — warmth around the eyes, a nod, a hand to the heart.”“From 1920 to 2000, Casablanca was an experiment in Muslim architecture — perfection as a doorway to the timeless.”“A hammam under the mosque: hot ocean water jets strong enough to push you under and dissolve the ego.”“Spice routes, pirate codes, Portuguese forts, and art deco decay glowing under a half moon.”“It’s a place to get lost — because perfection is the only way to live beyond yourself.”
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