Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

About Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

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.

Publisher

Jedidiah Jackson

Category

fiction

Language

en

Explicit

Yes

First episode

14 Dec 2020

Latest episode

1 Oct 2026

Latest episodes

228 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   1 Oct 2026

   The Center of Dominance

   Jedidiah in Berlin calls Sean in the Santa Cruz Mountains, where Sean is up before sunrise, drinking strong instant coffee, writing poems in his head, fishing tin cans from the creek and eventually dancing with two deer in the fog. Jedidiah has just been to an art gallery, looking at close-up reproductions of paintings by Swedish mountain painter Ferdinand Hodler. The paintings have been enlarged until the brushstrokes themselves become landscapes. They start talking about what makes a painting feel alive. “You don’t want a painting to stay still. If it is still… it has to move.” They get into the idea of the center of dominance—the element that commands a painting and holds it together, but can also stop it from moving. “The best paintings are the ones that keep moving.” “They’re all dry. They’re all not actually moving, but some of them are.” “What is it that is making them move?” From painting, the conversation moves into poetry: auto-dictating poems, speaking before self-consciousness gets in the way, and the importance of making something that actually hits something real. “I want it to be real. I don’t want it—if it’s not real, then what’s the point?” They wander into desert poetry and the idea that children were sent to live among nomadic desert peoples partly to absorb a richer spoken language. “When words become physical and it becomes a thing that is actually moving your mind so you’re moving through the world differently.” Then comes a poem about color, beginning: “A single fleck of red glitter embedded on the bathroom wall.” The poem travels through Golden State poppies, a mustard seed, cannabis, the Rasta flag, “big blue,” ultraviolet catastrophe and turquoise sky. “Consciousness moves to cannabis, which is as high as the Rasta flag reaches.” They talk about color as frequency, the rainbow as a hierarchy of energies, and whether “higher” and “lower” have anything to do with better and worse. “The energy is lower or higher. I mean, it’s not to say that it’s better or worse. Spirit doesn’t see things like that.” Then they invent a map of consciousness as a spinning pie chart, with different thoughts expanding and shrinking as they take turns becoming the center of attention. “We always have more than one thought bubbling at a time.” “With space, there’s things for things to move.” “Pretty soon we got ourselves a puppet show or early animation.” Sean reads his seven stages: “Stage one. You will forever be alone. Keep secrets.” “Stage two. Sift prime motivating factors to serve others.” “Stage three. I don’t exist. In my emptiness, there is joy.” “Stage four. Be a placeholder for others.” “Stage five. Bring nothing but love. A full heart is always full.” “Stage six. Revisiting anything means you are dead.” “Stage seven is well beyond words.” Then deer, birds, animal consciousness, intuition and the possibility that animals can sense something humans can’t. “They can totally feel somebody’s vibe and be like, yeah, let’s party.” “A dog can see into the astral realm.” The poems get increasingly wild: purple, green and gold; “smelling like Teen Spirit”; bowels of the earth; ancient bones; megalithic cave women; crocodiles in the prehistoric North Pole. “The last time Earth was this peaceful was never.” “50 million years ago it was hot as shit and crocodiles lived in the North Pole.” “This is hardly a poem and more reflection of a wild night at prom.” Painting, poetry, color, consciousness, animals, God, geological time and the wildness underneath civilization. “We’ve blown up and are out of comfort zone and entered the realm of rewilding.” “There is no settlement free from the wild.”

2. 

   9 Sept 2026

   Bottled At The Source

   Bottled at the Source: A Morning on the Mountain At the top of a ridge overlooking the Pacific, Jedidiah and Sean whisper into the morning while Ross is still asleep in his tent. They’re trying to remember everything that happened yesterday before the mountain, the weather, the stories, and the strange intensity of the experience begin to fade. The day unfolded across different “levels” of the mountain: rain, sun, agave, fire, birds, clouds, ocean, and increasingly strange conversations. Sean went deeper into stories from his darker years—rats, jail, Thor the poetic alpha, chair fights, strawman fortunes, and the improbable schemes of people living on the edge. Ross delivered an impromptu camping sermon about his childhood summers of lakes, boats, mushrooms, wine, music, and the radical joy of simply being outside. There were chocolate-covered coffee beans, single-origin chocolate from Madagascar and Uganda, a makeshift dark-chocolate cheesecake that became mousse, tortillas seasoned by madrone smoke, rusty bells, gopher dirt deodorant, a treasure hunt for the missing water jug, and a little Boss sequencer making strange sounds while Robinson Crusoe was read aloud. But underneath the comedy, the conversation keeps circling something bigger: how do you know when a place is alive? The three of them talk about the “life force” of the mountain—the feeling that some rocks, trees, birds, hillsides and winds contain a greater concentration of vitality than others. They wonder why beautiful places become trashed when they become public, whether sacred places are created through accumulated acts of reverence, and whether the real missing ingredient is simply feeling welcomed by the land. Jedidiah describes the moment he realized he had never given himself a “golden pass” to belong on Earth. They talk about consciousness spiraling into infinite patterns, the geometry of circles, flower-of-life imagery, and the appearance of a praying-mantis entity during a psychedelic experience. Sean suggests another possibility: maybe Jedidiah should talk to Jesus again. The discussion becomes a meditation on consciousness, imagination, psychic characters, and the strange border between something being “inside you” and something arriving from somewhere outside. There are also birds everywhere: crows traveling the coast like a graduating class, hawks appearing over the ridges, a gopher who stops to make eye contact, and a tiny bird that lands on Jedidiah’s head while he is taking what he describes as possibly the greatest shit of his life. The conversation eventually turns toward art. Jedidiah compares the mountain to a painting he made years ago that has been slowly sun-fading outside. Looking at the landscape and then looking at the painting, he realizes they have somehow converged. The discussion moves into color theory, natural pigments, handmade oil paint, stretching one’s own canvas, and whether the artist’s entire physical process becomes part of the painting’s essence. By morning, the mountain is already beginning to disappear into memory. “You get bottled at the source. You take it down from the castle inside you.” And perhaps the whole podcast is an attempt to do exactly that: bottle one day on the mountain before it cycles out of the body.

3. 

   4 Sept 2026

   The Suns Out Boys !

   THE SUN IS OUT TODAY, BOYS A BBB podcast from a California mountain while listening to Sean’s old mix tape We talk about magnetic tape, the fading of mixtapes, 432 Hz versus 440 Hz, energy vibrating through the body, and whether your bell is actually ringing. The world is the instrument. Life is the prepared piano. A random-note computer program becomes a way of thinking about music: receiving and giving, listening and responding. A guitar gets tuned on the mountaintop by feel rather than by a machine. A cassette tape plays from somewhere up the hill while the valley opens toward the ocean. We talk about resting without actually becoming rested. About finding the places where energy flows. About drinking water from a cracked aquifer in the middle of town and coming back from a zombie state. Then the poems come out. A morning poem written partly in a dentist’s office. A poem about healing fighting the wounded. A poem about love that has nowhere to go. About the lies we tell when we believe something outside ourselves is necessary. “The sun is out today, boys.” “You want your healing to fight your wounding, not just have a conversation with it.” “There’s no more room for songs about girls.” “Because this love is bursting inside my chest. It has nowhere to go and nothing to do, because it is done telling lies.” The poems wander through teeth, rivers, God, nostalgia, coral, aliens, shopping carts, DNA, shadows, music, memory, and the strange feeling that a day can become so good that language can’t quite contain it. We talk about the redwood shadow. We talk about the electric blue spiritual light bathing everything. We talk about why some people move through life in long waves while others seem steady, and what it means to stay friends long enough to experience the entire roller coaster together. “The cool thing is when you get to go for the whole ride.” At forty, we discover that being forty doesn’t necessarily feel like being old. The youthful thing doesn’t disappear. The body changes, but something else remains awake. “It goes on as long as you wanted it to.” Then come aliens, reincarnation, genetic modification, extraterrestrial souls, CRISPR, UFOs, and the possibility that the aliens aren’t arriving because they’re already here. The Earth scene is savage. The Earth scene is hardcore. And somehow, completely compassionate. We talk about mystical masters, spiritual bullshit, the problem of believing too much, and the necessity of knowing when somebody doesn’t want your energy. Sometimes you have to stop saying the thing. Sometimes you have to meet people at their level. “You can get in if you’re at other people’s level.” Then the river comes up. A storm has just passed. The water is rising. There may be a float tomorrow morning. We talk about dancing, Goth nights, Santa Cruz, mystery, unfamiliar people, and the problem with a dance floor where everybody already knows everybody. “I need a little mystery in my dance.” “I need a little bit of edge.” “A little bit of shock value.” We talk about Morocco, thermal springs, fault lines, places that seem more alive than other places, and how sometimes you travel toward places because something in you recognizes them. Then another poem. A poem about forgetting to weave yourself into the story. About electric blue spiritual light. About everything being turquoise. About the unspeakable. About the dentist. About eroticism as slowing down because everything is so good. About the best DJs being far away from their subwoofers. About having less teeth than piano keys. About the possibility of respawning. About 43 more years. About aliens changing our DNA. About throwing a rose instead of a stone. And finally: “What a gift to be surprised.” The poem gets too long. Then it gets better. You lose track of wanting an explanation because it’s still happening and it still appears to fit. Nobody wants to hear a poem. But that’s a poem I want to hear twice. The sun is out today, boys.

Who has been a guest on Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

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• Sean Minidorf Green
• Michele Newman
• Carpenter John
• Jedidiah

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Engagement

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