Sun, 16 December 2007
The labyrinth is this…it is this life- this experience in the body. The voyaging Being uses the machine to navigate through the labyrinth. The labyrinth is all around, all encompassing, and mostly invisible in the sleeping state. Driving down the street, one decision to make a left turn is a path, a new doorway with infinite possibilities ahead- the impulse to stop at a coffee shop is another.
"...your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He
Sun, 18 November 2007
It’s a story that travels in circles.
Sun, 7 October 2007
While traveling, somebody stops and asks me:
-Who are you?
Sun, 16 September 2007
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
Tue, 21 August 2007
Oh the earthly one had her plans for the tree of life.
From it she would fashion a bed in which she could sleep and a throne from which she could rule her terrestrial kingdom. She turned her eyes from it to allow it to come to fruition so that it could be harvested to yield worldly delights.
There was another use for it however, and while the earthly one was away a conspiracy of the life electric was hatched.
When earthly one came to claim the tree she found the clear seeing dragon coiled around its base. The earthly one trembled then because in the face of a dragon her pleasures would melt like dreams in the mornings rays.
Looking on she saw that her claim was even further disputed, for the maiden that steals light had taken up residence within the trees center and with such befitting neighbors the fierce and radiant Zu bird had made its nest at the crown of the tree.
This trinity prevented the harvest of the Halub tree as the earthly one dared not touch them. Instead the conniving whore of the world enlisted the help of a mortal man. He killed the dragon sending the one who steals light into exile as a demon of the night. The Zu bird was then forced to take flight.
Thu, 12 July 2007
Where are the boundaries?
The lines etched into our minds that dictate how we behave and interact with our world, tell us what is dangerous, what is safe, lovely, and frightening- how objective are they?
We move like animatronic pirates, revolving in the same circle in pursuit of wench and wine, endlessly running round and round.
But what is it that keeps us in formation, revolving without question. Are we afraid of the outlying caverns and doors that lead from our world into the sun drenched alien landscape beyond?
Or have we been lulled into a stupor by the repetitive motions of the entire clockwork fantasy, the mechanical motions of living acted out by ourselves and our peers?
We are chained in the invisible binds of conditioning. Such subtle bondage requires abnormal astuteness to be observed.
When we are asked to accept this or that, right or wrong, black or white, we are really being asked to forfeit our perception of everything in between.
When we sacrifice our vision to preserve contrived divisions we are absorbed into the machine, one more cog in a sleeping giant.
And our apathetic submission has consequences beyond our own miserly existence.
For one truth to rise all others must fall.
Consider that your choice to remain in the service of the sleeping giant because it is easy, comfortable, and sensible is a choice to send a myriad of worlds into exile.
Consider that whatever fate you sentence them to marks your own destiny.
Thu, 21 June 2007
Break your image into seven fragments and wait for the storm. When the womb has been prepared you may plant your seed. You will know the time is right when the light is broken in the sky.
Then you will journey to the red temple in the south. Sacrifice the first remnant of your form at the red temple. Be aware dreamer, that the seven temples offered themselves up long ago, you will find only the shards that remain here.
When the first is done travel southwest in search of the orange temple, where you will leave the second piece of your mortal representation. Be watchful for the presence of a sensual woman. This is how you will recognize the orange temple.
Seek out the yellow temple traveling Northwest. You will know it by the presence of winged creatures. Leave your third fragment and take to the road again.
In the North you will find the green temple. Here life finds a way around obstructions. Make your sacrifice and prepare your heart at the green temple.
Continue Northeast in search of the blue temple. There will be a stillness about the place coupled with unusual sounds. Leave the fifth offering of self in the music of the blue temple.
In the east you will discover the violet temple. The senses are heightened when you are in the proximity of the violet temple. In the stunning presence of the seemingly ordinary you must leave the sixth fragment.
Voyage to the center by traveling west unless there is a clear sign that the center is nearer than anticipated. The last temple is not easily identifiable. It must be recognized by it’s essence. Offering the final fragment of your image begins the initiation. Only an open and willing heart can carry essence without form. Only essence survives fragmentation. Only essence may voyage beyond this shard of a temple that offered itself up long ago.
Fri, 4 May 2007
A point mapping of luminous points of an object located in one region of space to points in another region of space, formed by refraction or reflection of light in a manner which causes light from each point of the object to converge to or diverge from a point somewhere else on the image.
Sun, 22 April 2007
You only have to allow beauty.
In some cases creation is a process of constricting and taming her,
Then the servants of Love will take on the work of loosing her binds.
Tear down the walls.
But a good collaborator will take care not to break her.
Sun, 1 April 2007
A crawling mass encases the most primordial treasure. The gauzy line dividing enthusiasm from violence is the difference between protecting and cannibalizing. We have nothing to protect, and it is so worthy of our service.
Take the dark road under the black and brilliant expanse. Keep an eye to the bright and burning jewels embedded in the blackness above.
As you travel this road you will have to loose mass. Shed your skin. Seek the water of life and bathe in it. Let the waters flow into your heart to sprout the wings which combine with your reptilian nature to birth a dragon. The way back into the world is down the same dark road.
As you travel it, take the expanse in with dragon eyes. Hold it loosely.
In the world, guard the treasure, but do not cling to it.. You are only holding it until death claims it again. If you were a servant of bad faith and devoured your keep, death will visit as devourer.
If you were pure of heart, the willing servant, death will be restorer.
Sat, 17 March 2007
If you are not awake you cannot make a real choice, you will be responding mechanically to whatever crosses your path.
To be awake is to be open, naked in a world swarming with Beings tucked away within heavy mechanized armor.
If you are not here, you are nowhere being carried on the tide.
You can only make a real choice if you are AWAKE NOW.
Not just reading and allowing your advanced mechanic data processor to apply this to its own mode of operations, or discard it due to its uselessness to that mode of operation.
IF YOU DO NOT EAT THE MACHINE, IT WILL EAT YOU.
Who’s processing who?
I am not this, I am not that, I am the breath within the breath.
Mon, 5 March 2007
Organic life is a long drawn out process of decay.
Without mortality to eat through, no Gods, without the Gods the cycle ends, an exhale without an inhalation.
Organic life that rejects the immortal is the equivalent of the Great Goddess aborting the new God growing in the womb, a universe gone cannibal.
An awakened cosmology is composed entirely of willing servants whereas an endarkened cosmology is built of warring masters.
Therefore you must choose to either become vulnerable or tyrannical, naked or dead, and your decision rules the fate of worlds within worlds.