Dishes done, coffee poured, and suddenly the conversation hits a drop: “There is no free will.” From there, Jedidiah and Sean spiral into fresh street-born poetry, hobo scat philosophy, and the secret mechanics of the universe.

This episode weaves together:

• ​Poems auto-dictated in Berlin streets•¥•poems wrote at sunrise in the Santa Cruz mountains•¥ • read by a creek with Django the dog.
• ​The Beat tradition of Kerouac and Tom Waits—beat not as rhythm, but as worn, raw, and alive.
• ​Stefan Burns’ teaching on planetary alignments as real electromagnetic forces—like gravity waves rippling a singing bowl, stirring the Sun, Earth, and our own subconscious fields.
• ​The discovery that slowing down opens “the field,” a frothy ocean of possibility where fear dissolves and creativity emerges.

Choice lines include:

“Hobo shit and self-help braid together and kind of cancel each other out.”

“Maybe I feel rich because the baby’s head was the third tit—so plump.”

“We are multi-dimensional beings. Even putting on water shoes is another dimension.”

For seekers of nodes of power, astrology as real physics, or just the raw beauty of improvised poetry, this episode of Beatniks, Bumtrips, Bullshit drifts between street grit and cosmic alignment.

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