Wandering holograms

Visions from this life or another reflect distort and invert perception. We may want freedom from the known but to fathom freedom is begin to remember. To remember is to grieve, then maybe see.

An exquisite corpse of impressions course through our lives, an art work entity, a ghost in the machine, driving the machine, relatively polite until analyzed. We set up shop in the impression careening into the same pattern.

To evolve is an option. As the tree is bent, so grows the branch. What glories come with pruning. A contortion becoming.

You, the one who has contemplated loss are easy to sit with. Integrated insight is exquisite life. To trust, we must become trustworthy. The inside eye reverses carefully. Where the eye sees out, it looks in.

Like an allergy, we crave what is inside of us. Crave it like a poison puzzle. Wanting to solve and expel. Everything with in us that we do not love will become an enemy to us. A loss in translation can become a shared psychosis, activating. Enactments repeat multi-generationally. Be still, slow down, nothing is real, but everything is potentially more than this.

We long to return to the garden. Where everything was magical and treacherous. To be small and dependent. How many generations of brokenness does there have to be before you ask for help with tenderness. Real adult life can be a garden that you may walk into or away from, a place of freedom, fruitful, loving. The tether pull is an old devotion that keeps us children - basked and suspended in the afterglow of melancholy. Convincing others is a reversed devotion - to ward off deep untold grief, and very oral. All themes are mutations of the same thing, until we give up the ghost. The content is old. Developmentally delayed devotions. To no longer seek paradise past, is to become paradise present. We, guilty, wear our tomb stone around our neck: "Here lies my expectation (see I was right)". Eternally repairing and repeating heartache until death. My expectation dovetails with yours so fluidly, dangerously. WHY do you think it's so exciting to meet and greet another solitude? It's not to become a martyr, but to join and transcend.

If you can partner w a friend on this road, Where you stumble, you will find your treasure.

People aren't motivated to grow w/o the growing pains in love. Confusing love with pain conflates this. Die before you die is to die to the obsession of mastering the past (all by yourself). Remember you are half-blind.

Once blinded, know you will be blind again. In order to trust, become trustworthy. Love is the intention behind the intention. Voices from the museum, recite the script. The readymade knows how to make the neptunian mirage beautiful as it hurts. Surrender, and give yourself thee love you need. The pain to receive, is to grieve, but you must. What you grieve is beyond the content. It is being bound in a body which denies.

We all hide behind something, no matter how noble. The veils and blocks are there for a reason, they don't need to be ripped off- rather dissolved. If not, they will come back or be passed on. The unworked past pushes into the present. Do you really want to be alone inside? Die before you die. Imagine. If cultivating love is the only path to enlightenment, then how many of us are lost. Love is the ultimate loss of control. None of us want to be bound, and yet.... so so bound. Listen. Loosen the tourniquet on your heart. Suck the air of XTC. Be still. Do a headstand, like the fool lets the blood of the heart fill the head. Time IS love and love is what is passing. Everything is passing. Take care of yourself. Make your house you're home before you fly away.

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5.20.2011

5. 20. 2011 haunt me in my dreams if you please

Energy can be shaped, moved. Perception shapes "reality".  How often do i fall off the wagon of reality.  I feel it is a constant battle to remain clear.  Bondage is only a bi product of fear to be vulnerable.  Tell the truth and there is nothing to remedy, no imbalance 'out there'. But old habits thaw slow.  It is what it is until there is an unveiling.  How terrifying is it to admit we need people.  How ridiculous is it to think for an instant that we are a lone part in a cartesian reality. 
COSMIC RAYS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO CHANGE FORM AND BECOME MATTER, ALL LIGHT HAS SLOWED DOWN TO BECOME MATTER.
WE ARE "FROZEN LIGHT". 
ATOMS ARE EMPTY SPACE FILLED WITH LIGHT
PATTERN OUT OF FOCUS 
ENERGY FIELDS REVOLVE, VOLVER 
HOW DO WE DISSOLVE OUR OWN GHOSTS
IS THIS WHY WE PERSONIFY GHOSTS AS A VEIL
THAT WANTS TO BE SEEN
PHYSICAL BODIES RESONATE READ VIBE
A PARTICLE ONLY BECOMES A PARTICLE ONCE SOMEONE IS LOOKING AT IT
WHO IS LOOKING
INFORMATION CAN BE COMMUNICATED SUPER-LUMINIOUSLY, ONE PATH OF CLEAR LIGHT TRAVELS THROUGH ETERNITY.
 ONE PATH OF CLEAR LIGHT TRAVELS THROUGH ETERNITY

5.15.2011

Love and learn

The difference between a clean burn- verses a dirty burn!
 or  a fast burn verses a slow burn and then just burning within xtc of bafflement...
(for the one that burns!)  - "Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice,
for what I've tasted of desire, I go with those who favor fire..." There is only one desire,
beneath all desire.
-a vey full moon in Scorpio sun in Taurus statement...to those who have known desire...
material comes from the word mater ( mother) as in earth.  what shall we plant?