Swirling fractal, floral energy is flowing around me as my first day in the city of roses begins. The air is sweet, laden with the sweet aroma of plants blooming, living, and dying. The sheer force of the organic life flowing into my light is brutal.
I fear that the only way to be saved is the total destruction of my reality matrix. My reality will become a toy - and my mind a tool...to explore this playground and fuck everything up.
Shaman. Human. Immortal. Vessel. Angel.
Siva. Destruction for creation. Disintegration to love.
Basically, I want to take my brain and beat it to shit. These circuits restricting me must be destroyed and rebuilt with better intentions than those who came before and conquered.
I must stop creating this circuit of selfishness and sloth. The programming has begun. The code strings are now ready to be put into place.
This is debugging mode.
So the perception/opinion must be modified to realize the program and reform the data to useful outlets. I have been reading the manuals, but now it is time to take control.
No excuses.
Weakness of spirit will not be tolerated.
Destroy the flimsy ego so that HGA can rise as the Phoenix. Aether!
The holy goal, the holy light, the holy calling. Divinity! Hurrah!
Indra's net expands outward - constantly pushing the limitations of connection in the universe. The boundaries are infinite, yet elastic. Shining jewels flash light at every point of this net. Every intersection holds the promise of a new universe.
Here are our words. The flawed conveyor of information - the material composing this blessed net. Can the simplicity of these marred building blocks really be the key to expanding the net?
Where is the godhead in this? Perhaps there is some aspect of our experience in this information net that is the godhead. The face behind the characters forms the net. The soul is the jewel. Or, our experience - the connection we have and the experiences we share - is the intersection and the light the refracts outward along the lines on the net.
The totality of the net is Thee Shard. And so a shard is one sliver of this total experience. But as a shard, it acts as DNA. It contains a map of all connections that lead to its intersection.
Flash!
So, shards are the gems - the lights. The singularities that form in our interactions is Thee Shard! Rather than a single unit of information, it is instead the connection we form to breed information. So, to extend the net we much connect (shard) with the other singularities in order to grow rather than fuck around with our language.
I feel as if in the "maybe" position. I am not "on" or "off" - the folly Pavlovian mechanism. I am the in-between esisenstate. The fnord, if you will.
Doubt must be forced to the side. Will must overcome doubt. Only I shall remain.
We cannot see our futures. We cannot see what will become of this wheel.
We become.
We are.
We are something.
I will become. We shall become one. O! We are father and mother.
I bind you in this area, Mars. You are bound by love. My love for Her. I will become fulfilled by Her. We will fulfill. We will be unbroken.
I feel a shell weighing weighting me down, as if a telephone pole flyered over and over - years of sedimentary flesh made of hopes and empty rooms still played to.
Woah...and I seriously never noticed it before?
To live effectively is to live with adequate information. - Norbert Wiener
There is no instance where there is a separation between humans and the systems surrounding it. When you acknowledge that something has a spirit, you acknowledge that it is worth something.
How do you deal with the angry spirit of a drug that doesn't want to be born?
Where can the boundary of spirit-centric belief in living/non-living "items" or "beings" be drawn? Are petroleum-based creations alive? Oil was once living matter - and all things have Energy.
Our bodies are a conglomeration of all mythic elements: Air, Earth, Fire, Water.
"Science can never establish absolute, objective truths because, on the one hand, it is itself a product of mental structures which are themselves relative, and...its method of observing produces that very "objective reality" it is trying to explain...There are no facts independent of the perspective from which the mind views them." - Patrick Harpur
To create these artificial realities is one thing - but to be aware of its creation and yet still get bogged down in the absurdity of it all is another thing entirely. Or, perhaps it is like what RAW says: it's astounding how many times a day one can forget that simple truth.
So the process of stripping away the veils must begin - no matter the cost. To pierce the illusion one must journey beyond the typical and shed the skin that once defined its boundaries. We must develop a personal Capgras syndrome.
Forget who we are and forget how we got here. We Are.
That is all.
So, then we must be, rather than possibly or have been. There is no waiting for something that might come...it is here already.
Fucking enjoy it, you ungrateful bastard.
Conversion, as you understand it, consists of pounding one's own words into a man's ears until they start coming out of his mouth. Nothing is off less interest to me.
- Illuminatus!
