BRAVO!! A great work! Great work!!

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P.S. This one resonates deep in my core in both visual and in the words. So much light to spread, so much goodness in all, and yet...we are the target. Or so it seems. But sometimes...we are the arrow

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I see someone/something looking to the "heavens" for something more, something better.

beautiful colors. i love the blues and white.

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"Immortal fear
that voice so clear
Through broken walls
that scream I hear"~ Gerard McMann "Cry Little Sister

"What if you were born unable to be anything but accused?
No matter what you did, the faces reserved to heavens shook the dust from their feet off at you."

so I've a few bad trips in my day......and they always were because I began an awareness that the inhabitants of the higher spiritual realms had deemed me unworthy, and they have been doing that for an infinite amount of time. forever doomed to be just a lower, dirty lifeform.....with no hope for salvation. such a trip is very hard to take. one reasons that it is all just self doubt.....at least that is the only way you are able to move on.

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I think your very keen on what kind of internal processes I'm living through on an almost constant basis.
It can be especially painful when you feel like those faces of the pantheons are echoing through the motions and words of some of your friends in life. It's ever rare that you meet other people that make judgements based on values..things worth keeping about you..instead, there is some will residing to dismantle.
I seek complete nonjudgementality..not even building off values, in the event some parts of the human vehicle become scrap.
Instead..I'll find peace in the junkyard..invite all my friends and call it the Art House.
I've experienced the karmic, or moments of consciousness where all you've invested is paying off for better or worse...but, none of this feels dirty to me. I don't know how I reconfigured myself to survive, honestly..just because I was actually in so much pain.
What happened was, my universe had unfolded to the furthest extent of still perfect light..and that lucid non-being I made some artwork after..maybe as worship - though, I've never felt any push to worship anything.
Not in the traditional means of the word.
After it reached the furthest point, it snapped back in on me.
Like, imagine two dimensional pieces of paper or ribbons of ethereal flesh...as it folded back over on itself toward..I guess I might call it cellular recompositing..it felt like every molecular strand brought back encoded death and hell.
I told myself that I could never actually get hurt, always. I was left in pain...in every sense.
Only, I was grateful still.
I was happy still.
Wondering if this was my core or my reaction to the dissonance..to make sense of the loss that was meant to be obvious. It could be a strong denial had formed to deal with it. At the same time, I learned to love people here more than anywhere else I've been...and myself too. I'll never know what sets me down this path.
This is the most painful thing;
I was showing someone how to rise above the buzzing..away from all the pictures..beautiful and tempting as we know the are..as real as they feel. Reaching toward that still light of lucid non-being, I exploded into something horrible looking in less than a fraction of a second...
I hid my face and said to her, "That's what's so hard about being me..I can show people the most amazing things about themself and the universe, but along with that often comes the most ugly and curssed things."

If people end up where I am, I can show them the way out if they don't belong there, but I can't go with them.
I'm perfectly fine with it.
For some, the soul is a spark, for others it's the flint.
I've heard what can be named must exist, but what so many forget is that just behind it, there is something unspeakable waiting to devour.
Not to only offer something that seems pessimistic..appearances don't stand for much, and underneath all the nonsense is endless rest.

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You have a talent for communicating things that I do not have, and I envy you for that.
I never was very good at that, and I usually never try when it comes to really heavy, inner mind and soul issues.
You see, the places I've been that are really important to me and shaped me.....well, trying to explain them to others
for me is rather futile. How does one discribe a face that has none?
There is an old book from the early 1900's called Flatland......a world of 2 deminsional creatures......width and length. The inhabitants all believed they understood their world. If a line approached you from its end it appeared as a dot, till it turned and then you saw its length. The inhabitants were all flat squares, triangles, octogons, circles, etc. One creature, became disconnected and thought he felt that there was more to the universe than he could see. Everyone thought he was nuts. But he felt something he couldn't discribe. How could he discribe something from outside his realm. He really couldn't, because all his words and thoughts lived in his Flatland realm. But this one crazy square was correct, there was another world and creatures living directly above them all, in the deminsion of height. The Flatland creatures cannot imagine the creatures in the deminsion of height, and he could never discribe it to get them to understand.
I know how this is, which is why I usually don't try to put my voyages and visions into words.......even if I could, I don't think it ever could do them justice. I am just a creature here in 3D land........who is blessed with a suspicion of things elsewhere. and that is really all I know. but for now, I think that is enough. enough for now anyways.

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I identify with that..all we can do is catch less than fractions off a trace of less than a moment.
I am fine with that, though..in their own right, they are infinite ... all the observers of universes come and gone. With one possibility exists every other possibility, in my own mind.
How easy is it then to choose possibilities and close off the unfortunate?
I think every universe might be the observer itself...but I won't say anymore what the purpose or direction is...I have gone happily adrift, in some sense.
I'm writing a paper along some of what we've touched on here in terms of not capturing the voyages into these boxes or frames of logic. I'll probably post it, if I can, here at DA.

We are both happy, it seems, here in our world we've been born into.
Thanks!

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ah, now you've touched on what's really important in my opinion.....to find happiness in the here and now, while still being perplexed by the infinite.....without getting carried away with it. I think of the character in Altered States and how he was so possessed with wanting to find the key to the higher realms......and how it drove him practicly insane. I've stated it before, but i have a strong belief that psychedelic agents are not part of the answer, rather just part of the question. they are a mystery, as is life on this wonderful rock.

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Very well spoken!
Particularly in these being agents, not to be enshrined like a golden calf..yet, also to be seen as being a living thing in its own right..somehow a part of sacred ground to the temple of the self.
Yeah, not the object itself..that's meaningful and important.
Mystery is a good word...driving possibility.
I hold to something in me through everything, and it seems to be the Mystery.
Well, that and my artwork - - but no matter who we are our artwork is that, I think.
Even the person who does black and white digital blue prints of engine parts for a living..the driving force is to know that. Is there a part of Mystery we may know without tearing it apart?
Well, if it was possible, I think all this would've collapsed on us.
We seem to know of Mystery somehow - and so its essence is among us..no matter how personal and alive or mechanical and functionary.
I've never been one to throw away my garbage..that sounds random right now, but if I contemplate it well I've got something worth keeping.
I wonder what I would become sometimes...if I gave up all my own and rebuilt from what others didn't want anymore. In a way, I think I am already. I think down to my very genetics, from birth on.
If it starts to look like something brilliant, it's taken off the mantle to keep space for the work in progress.
Always the work in progress..here in the Junk yard..my Art house.



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