Projects

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Rebel Growers

Turning an abandoned industrial building into an urban farm.

In 2008, Sweet Water Organics began the transformation of an abandoned industrial building into a showcase of potential living technologies and urban agriculture. We strive to become a resource for job creation and use of urban settings.

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Soul Voting

WiseUSA is a global non-partisan program working to invoke an outpouring of wisdom during the election season. 

We the people call forth the deepest wisdom and the highest compassion from the heart and soul of America, for the benefit of the entire Earth community and the next seven generations. May Wisdom Prevail in the USA. May Peace Prevail on Earth.

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Pep Squad for the Divine in Us All

The Shamanic Cheerleaders

Rob says: They’ve performed with me several times. I’ve written a testimonial about them, which I will reproduce in full here because it’s a concise statement of what I admire about pronoia in action:

The Shamanic Cheerleaders are masters of boisterous reverence, connoisseurs of wild compassion, and dispensers of rowdy blessings.

In addition to being pretty and sexy, they are smart and funny, not at all like their profane android brethren who shimmy mechanically while shouting out encouragement to football creatures. Rather, the Shamanic Cheerleaders are like laughing Hindu goddesses who chant lyrical invocations as they leap and undulate, stirring up only the wisest streams of kundalini — the kind that inspires you to be an insanely gorgeous genius who longs to make love to all of creation.

I get happy whenever I think about all the ways the Shamanic Cheerleaders have roused me to perpetrate acts of playful revolution. That’s why every morning upon awakening I visualize them doing a cheer and why every night before I say my prayers I perform one of their cheers. The morning meditation reminds me to carry out a series of spiral hallelujahs throughout the day, and my evening ritual puts me in a crazy spiritual mood that often helps me induce lucid dreams while I’m “sleeping.”

The Shamanic Cheerleaders get my vote for Best Dancing Dissident Bodhisattvas of the Millennium, and if they ever run for office I will contribute a billion dollars of my future lottery winnings to buy them the best spin doctors on the planet . . . although, come to think of it, they don’t really need spin doctors since they themselves are experts at healing through whirling. They cast benevolent spells that don’t put people into trances, but rather snap them out of trances.

I kiss their holy feet. I study their bouncing wit. I greedily gather up their tricks and treats. They are an advance guard of rebel creators devoted to committing sacred uproar. They are shock troops fighting for the beautiful truths that will save the world by turning it upside-down.