A Brief Update

Genius Party Beyond has posted a new trailer showing more footage of the Dimension Bomb movie. Actually, this time it seemed to have gotten more space in there than in the first–the giant freakish robot appears in the first scene of the new trailer, and the background music is Dimension Bomb’s theme song Tanta Pena, made by Juno Reactor. For those of you just tuning in, so to speak, the Dimension Bomb movie was what this blog was named after and inspired by, and you can read up on the hows and whys of it here.

Its also interesting to note that Yokko Kanno, a famous Japanese composer and herself responsible for some beautiful and trippy music, ended up doing a voice cameo in the movie. My guess is she was the trippy little shaman-type girl that initiates Shin–well that and there aren’t any other females in the movie to begin with.

In other news, I’ve been back in the States for about four days after having been in Germany the whole month of August visiting my partner, and exploring some of Germany’s esoterica and my own family roots. I’ve got quite a bit more I want to write about, but it will have to wait a bit as I get more settled and into the swing of things.

The Blast Zone: More Musings on the Dimension Bomb

This is partially a continuation of the stuff I wrote in this particular section about the Dimension Bomb, and what it means to me. Lately I’ve reread some of Fred Alan Wolf‘s stuff, specifically Mind Into Matter: A New Alchemy of Science and Spirit, where this particular quote jumped out at me:

At some point in our lives, somehow, somewhere, just for an instant, the unveiling of the great mystery comes to pass.  God, the magician, raises the curtain, reveals the trick just slightly, and we glimpse the illusion.  But we don’t shout, Wow!  No gasps of wonderment fill the theater.  Something becomes distinguishable from nothing in a single creative act, but we trick ourselves into not seeing.  And so it goes.  No applause fills the air.  We sit back, watch the show, breathe a sigh of relief, and say unconsciously, “We’ll never figure this one out, might as well just accept it.

This is a reaction commonly expressed by…all of us to a degree, really.  Sometimes we’re hesitant even to understand it, like we’re biting off more than we can chew.  Perhaps the only time we actually face it is when we know our lives are beginning to come to a close, and the existential terror creeps silently in.  Wolf goes on to say:

We watch the boundary between ocean and land, between air, earth, and water.  We watch the effervescent crust of sand, water, and air and remember the distinctions.  And likewise, we live our lives in the comfortable notion that an invisible membrane separates us from that world “out there”; that “in here,” in our minds, our inner worlds of imagination, we are safe and alone.  In no way can any person or thing intrude into our individual mind worlds.  Every sense in our bodies continually tells us that this is true, that we are each alone.  We ignore any information, any thought, any perception, any imaginative tale, anyone else’s story that confronts our sensory presentation of the separated “out there” and “in here” worlds.  We look skeptical at people who tell us a different story, probably dismissing them as misguided fools, or even lunatics.

People fear what they don’t understand, its a common trait in most species, at least in most mammals.  Boundaries are comfort zones–I should know, as I am admittedly a creature of comfort.  This is why something on the level of a “Dimension Bomb”–a sudden and violent awakening–is needed.  Like Shin (and in a fucked up sort of way, as Shin) I travel through my inner world, and in blasting through to the other side I am hit with sudden and terrifying realizations, the effects of which I may spend my entire life trying to understand, and longer even to be able to put to words.  The Dimension Bomb is an awakening, a vehicle of change and transformation.  Although I myself am no stranger to alchemical awakenings, each one is of a different flavor than the last, a different force, something which challenges my boundaries and my comfort, forever recalibrating my view of the world around me.  As I travel on through my inner world to the other side of reality as I know it, I realize that I can never look back.  The momentum from the blast drives me straight forward, and like it or not I’m in for keeps.  We all are, when this sort of thing comes up, swiftly and suddenly, with the force of a bomb.