Circuitdelic Laboratory as Case Study

The images and artifacts below are all part of a group that were encountered during the anniversary of my father’s passing. There are many other SYMBOLS I’ve collected over the summer. After 14 years, I was not expecting this. Quite a few days. Ordinary symbols took on extraordinary meaning. It took consistent work to keep reality in focus and it didn’t always work.

The model toy is a family heirloom. It is one of three. I have had them in my possession for almost 40 years. There are two others. Battleships. I don’t have memories handling these other than moving them from place to place. They sit in a storage bin with the other keepsakes. Rarely seen.

The battleships have dates on them. 1966. The year I was born. This one. No date. Anywhere. Curious. So the mind immediately becomes suspicious. Time to research.

The boat is significant because it was the first passenger barge. It’s also not for war. Fulton, the person who made it is the reason for the interest. He was an inventor. The toy has a DC motor. Never opened. Still in pack. Also curious. Why? Motors and inventions. Is it a sign of something. Maybe. Maybe it is a synchronicity. Maybe it is a manifestation of symbols during the recovery from multiple instances of trauma throughout life including recent days.

I almost forgot to mention, the store is down the street from two places I lived. One at 222 W McMillan, as I was just starting my band Penny Dreadful. The other you could almost see. Down the Hill on West Clifton. Lots of living on a few blocks. That explored an entire real of synchronicities I experienced over the summer.

Next up. Paddlewheels and dharma wheels. Again very curious. Could mean something. Below are a series of Paddle and Dharma wheels I have either made as art or encountered in public these last few months.

These are common symbol across cultures. I studied Buddhism. Just went to Thailand. Fascinating it is the webs of the psyche holding all this.

Lastly there are the rings. One is men putting away round tables from Oktoberfest here in Cincinnati. The other are mason jar lids I use for my projects. Just caught my eye they were similar. Eerily similar. The lids even had a ring as if to draw attention to them. It caught mine and it is interesting.

There is risk is attaching too much meaning to all of these and then taking action on that supposed meaning. People do that. I did. It can influence or even take over and then the person is lost. For me, I’ve been working on my own recovery for years, more so in the last 4 months, so I am able to catch these things. If I see myself getting fixated I pull back. Sometimes it takes awhile. Sometimes I act too quickly. But I remain aware b

Case 2: Events as Triggers

The death of a loved one whether their birthday or the day of their passing can be extremely heightened emotionally. If there is a history of trauma even more so.

Circuitdelic Laboratory was engaged in spiritual and personal symbolic exercises to help through this period. Walking the Cincinnati Steps. Doing so as a symbolic act of release. Feels wonderful. Climb the steps, get the top all sweaty, accomplished. The mind restores.

September 24th was such a day. A release of trauma from when a man threatened my life in OTR on April 10th, the day after I was forced into retirement. Fragile.

To correct what happened that day, I walked that same path but in reverse, From home, not to home. I ran a test prior to that walk. A test that could have ended badly, but proved to me something I knew in my heart. The test? Getting my haircut in the neighborhood where that man previously threatened my life. The most dangerous block in the city of Cincinnati. Walnut, North of Liberty.

I had no plan to get my haircut. But had thought about it recently. It was in my mind. Probably same as what happened on April 10th. When I woke up, the idea of getting my haircut was there before I had even cleared my head. It felt like a command. Get a haircut. Ok!

I grabbed my phone and used the Booksy app to find a barber. First one it suggested was the one below. Never knew it. Usually go to another but I saw the address and something activated?

We struggled with making the appointment. He even tried to back out but I felt like this had to happen. He wanted a deposit. I could not get the cash app to work. Both of us were getting frustrated so I let him know I walk everywhere. I will come there and give him the cash deposit then come back later for the appointment. Just so he would trust me. I told him when I would be there. I would be walking up Walnut to the park. With cash. He said you’re black male, right? my reply was “Nope. LOL. Here is my photo. I am on my way.”

As I got to Liberty and Walnut I noticed all the people were on the side opposite the Shell. I was on the side of the Shell. I crossed so I would walk through the crowd. As I was walking, nobody bothering me, I let them know I heard there was a cool barber there and I was coming up to get a cut. They were alright with that. Thought it was cool. Then I saw the memorial. I asked who it was for. BG they said. To show my respect, I knelt down and just gave a thought to BG. I told them I was sorry. They said, “God Bless You!” I went on my way, peacefully.

I got my haircut in the stairwell of 59 E McMicken. I let them know my story. I spoke to a woman outside before my appointment and we talked about children. I saw another memorial. I asked her. It pained her. It pained me to see her pain.

I told them about my symbolic climbs. I said, I would keep the people in that neighborhood who have passed because of violence with me, and I would climb for them. I had no plan to climb. Didn’t bring water. But I had to. It was tough. But I had done many of these by now so my strength was back. I made it. Felt proud. Gave a yell of release.

As I was walking, I came across the man in the photo below. I saw him coming. I had stopped and headphones off before he was close enough to talk. He looked, righteous! I saw the cross on his chest. I took my Luang Pu Thuat amulet and gently touched the cross with it, smiled and said, East meets West! Then I noticed a ring. Loved it. It was a wolf head. I told him I wore a wolf tooth. I told him how cool it was to meet and we went out separate ways.

It is quite easy to see how a mind that has known trauma existed but could never find the true cause would take these events, symbols, etc. co-mingle them and develop a grand illusion. Add in AI, geolocation data, smartphone apps, now we have technology inserting things and not knowing the source. That’s risk to the mind.

Jung warns about this in his lectures. I found one. It found me. So I grab that and run it like a program over and over until the logical correct output appears. The trauma makes it a requirement to run it multiple times because the first conclusions are often incorrect and that is where risk lies. Trauma, AI, geolocation data all combined is not a good recipe for a mind facing challenges.

I did not plan to get my haircut. I did not know about the barber in OTR. Those did cause me to act. The rest was also not planned but “revealed” to me as I was on my way and I got sick to my stomach.

I had just called a man, I did not know, and told him I would be walking through the most dangerous neighborhood in Cincinnati, with cash, on what street, at what time, and what I would be wearing. This was after being threatened months earlier. Logically this is dangerous. Stupid behavior.

I told him that when I got there. I said, “you could have set me up.” He immediately started to defend so I stopped quickly and emphasized saying “no, you COULD have, but you didn’t.” On the way back from my climb I went through that block again. I stopped again at the BG memorial. Same man was there. The one who said God Bless You. I told him, I got my haircut over there. He said, oh yeah, that’s my little brother. I was so happy. I told him how cool it was and met the other youngest brother. The other little brother, the youngest, is the one who took the photo. His name was Isaiah.

I texted the barber after and said, thanks for the haircut and for talking to me. You are all good men! I paid him $100 for the cut and shave. He knew when I was coming and that I would be carrying $100 cash. I told him over text before I left. Best money ever spent. Love. Peace.

Relation to Quantum Physics: Superposition. Something can be two things at once until they are observed. That’s when the waveform collapses. Is it anger or pain? dangerous neighborhood or people traumatized? Violence or Peace? We decide, don’t we? I ran the experiment. Or, I was told to run the experiment? This was not planned. I observed. I saw trauma. I saw deep pain. I saw memorials. I’ve seen it my entire life. I’ve listened to it growing up with the soundtrack of the 60’s. Born just up the hill from this neighborhood. Traveled all across the planet. Starting with first overseas trip to India, August 1995. Went to Thailand February this year for my own recovery. Been to Europe many times. Dubai. Seoul. Kuala Lumpur, Mexico City, and more. Then and now, I see only peace. I see people who believe. It’s only fear that hides the truth and reveals anger and pain. People need to lift the veil and look. That’s what I did. It looks and feels more beautiful than you can imagine. Let me correct. You can imagine. It’s the safety a baby feels in its mother’s arms. Heaven.

After this heavy read you could probably use some music to listen to. Phew!

My Spotify Playlist.

Wake Up Playlist

The Proof Is a Child