it was about vision...it was about unity...it was about the flow...nebulous, sinewy, oozing through the cement of the hierarchal confines of society...it was natural, porous, timeless...this was the radio dream...handed down from the ancestors 12 century African drums...drawing upon the roots, grounded in the historical membrane of synapsed existence...the zeelon was a jungan expression of group identity...

By its very nature the zekelon was decntralized...there was no over riding authority...every member had a voice and each voice was valued as important...it meant the death of fiat currency...the fraudulent economic system devised by the bankers to perpetuate their power...words flowing...the power of symbolism...the end of war...the end of alienation...there are no gatekeepers in the radio dream...there is no one deciding what is right or wrong...it's a group consensus that comes into existence from the zeitgeist of the group...

it came in frequencies....there was no static nature to its being...it was poetry in full flight......based on the aesthetic, it was beyond the shallow nature of madison avenue projected commercial image....it was back to the earth...it was a return to the sun...it was erotic union between man and women......the power dynamic of capitalist society was done...it was a true society of equality....

the radio dream drew its art from a multitude of sources...blues music...railroad tracks...vistas...mountains...oceans...the smell of flowers in May...beautiful spring sunshine...the voice lifted in harmony...the multtude of sound...beyond cynicism...beat poetry...the strength of the Wobblies.......from sea to shining sea...the true dream of America...freed from its militaristic straighjacked fostered upon it by corrupt elites only concerned with their well being...

Tyler Sid had never lost the vision...it formed the very essence of his being...its what gave him strength to endure the decades of alienation and pain to exist in this mode of being...