Sunday, 4 November 2012
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.07b 'Dr Cornel West' On What It Means To Be Human..
Dr Cornel West' On What It Means To Be Human.. Taken from KRS ONEs spoken word album attached to his book Ruminations (2003)
https://soundcloud.com/ggenreinspirations/dr-cornell-west-being-human
https://soundcloud.com/ggenreinspirations/dr-cornell-west-being-human
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.17 'Remember Who You Are'
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Sunday, 23 September 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.15 Life Is Beautiful
We cannot control all of the circumstances and events of our lives but we can control what they mean.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Monday, 14 May 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.13 George Clinton P-Funk
blog on Funk music http://www.pfunk1.com/funk/
Best live band I have ever seen in this lifetime. George Clinton and The P-Funk All Stars
Best live band I have ever seen in this lifetime. George Clinton and The P-Funk All Stars
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Monday, 30 April 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.10 Yusuf Islam - Don't Be Shy/Peace Train
Love is better than a song, Love is where all of us belong
Don't Be Shy
Peace Train
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.09 KRS ONE 'Self Awareness'
KRS ONE Self Awareness. A talk taken from the CD accompanying his book Ruminations 2003.
Friday, 20 April 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.08 'Dr Cornel West On Being Human'
Dr Cornel West' On What It Means To Be Human.. Taken from KRS ONEs spoken word album attached to his book Ruminations (2003)
http://soundcloud.com/ggenreinspirations/dr-cornell-west-being-human
Dr Cornel West - An Evening With. 32mins on Love
Friday, 13 April 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.07 Bill Withers Let Us Love
BILL WITHERS - LET US LOVE
On just and ordinary day, no reason, no reason for a fuss
But even though, it isn't Christmas, let us love one another, let us love
On just a day, just a day, no special name, no pretty presents, pretty presents to exchange
Make it a good day, just the same
Let us love one another, let us love
No special greeting, special greeting for the day
No happy easter, no merry christmas, only how are you today
Make it a good day, anyway
Let us help one another, help your neighbor, he's your brother
Let us love, let us love, hey now, let us love, love one another
Help your neighbor, he's your brother, let us love, now let us love
One another,
Help your neighbor, he might not feel so good sometimes,
Let us love, love one another, help your neighbor,
Let us love, let us love, hey now, let us help, help one another
Love your neighbor, he's your brother, let us love, let us love
Let us love, let us love, love one another, help your neighbor
He's your brother, let us love one another, let us love
But even though, it isn't Christmas, let us love one another, let us love
On just a day, just a day, no special name, no pretty presents, pretty presents to exchange
Make it a good day, just the same
Let us love one another, let us love
No special greeting, special greeting for the day
No happy easter, no merry christmas, only how are you today
Make it a good day, anyway
Let us help one another, help your neighbor, he's your brother
Let us love, let us love, hey now, let us love, love one another
Help your neighbor, he's your brother, let us love, now let us love
One another,
Help your neighbor, he might not feel so good sometimes,
Let us love, love one another, help your neighbor,
Let us love, let us love, hey now, let us help, help one another
Love your neighbor, he's your brother, let us love, let us love
Let us love, let us love, love one another, help your neighbor
He's your brother, let us love one another, let us love
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.06 'The Egg by Andy Weir'
Thanks to my friend Stephen Jowitt who shared this short story with me:
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
The Egg
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Get out of your Box Box Box
Monday, 27 February 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.05 Joel Osteen 'Broaden Your Life 15mins in'
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=9149519022116339418 (15 mins in Open Mind get out of your Box Box Box)
Monday, 20 February 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.04 Lauryn Hill 'I'll Get Out'
MTV UNPLUGGED ALBUM
‘We Compare ourselves amongst ourselves, and that’s not the standard, you already are the standard. What are you trying to fit into a standard for? We were each created to be individual standards and you’re trying to fit into a standard, it doesn’t make any sense. So now after all that I’m just ready to be me and it’s a lot to work through you know because all of us have hidden in these little boxes, purposely because of parts of ourselves that we were unhappy about, that we didn’t love just because we didn’t understand. Because there’s all this social doctrine that says that the infinite god, with all this expression, who created every single one of us absolutely different on purpose, wants everybody to fit into the same suit. Im like, that’s deception.
Get out of your Box Box Box
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.03 Sly and The Family Stone Everyday People
Lyrics:
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag l'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks
I am everyday people
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who can't accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You can't figure out the bag l'm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair
For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks
I am everyday people
Monday, 6 February 2012
Greg Genre Inspirations 1.02 Fela Kuti Doc Part 3 4.35
'Music is a spiritual thing, you don't play with music. if you play with music you will die young. when the higher forces give you the gift of music, musicianship it must be well used. For the good of humanity. If you use it for your own self by deceiving people you will die young. I have told people this many times. So im going to prove them all wrong and myself right. Now I am 44 and im getting younger because im doing it right. i can play music for ten hours and im never tired, im getting younger because the spiritual life I have led with music is helping me now'.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Inspirations 1.01 SWAMI VIVEKANANDA 'EACH SOUL IS POTENTIALLY DIVINE''
“EACH soul is potentially Divine. The goal is to manifest this Divinity with in by controlling nature, external and internal. Do this either by work or worship or psychic control or philosophy- by one or more all of these- and be free. This is whole of RELIGION.”
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Inspirations 1.00 GENKI SUDO 'WE ARE ALL ONE'
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| QUOTE TAKEN FROM GENKI SUDO DOCUMENTARY. PEACE 'I believe "All Is One" to be true, the worlds conflicts and troubles result out of our being seperated. If everyone in the world is seen as ourselves, then all we see will be one with us and not like someone else. In that way people can be thought of as ourselves, and treated with kindness given a chance' |
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