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All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary. All of this is temporary.

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The simulacra tooo

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Carl Jung (Swiss, 1875-1961)

Illumination from The Red Book (Liber Novus), 1913-1930

“Everything else is to be derived from this… My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the stuff and material for more than only one life. Everything later was merely the outer classification, scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then.” - C. G. Jung, 1957

For 50 years after Jung’s death, this artwork was locked in a secret vault. It was shown for the first time in 2009.

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*****

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Think. Plan. Execute.  I saw this on reddit and felt so inspired.

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I love this. 

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The Seven Chakras, illustrations by Laural Virtues Wauters, mandala artist, educator, storyteller and author who blends mystery teachings, nature and science with Jungian psychology to shed light on the origins of belief. (source)

1. Root Chakra

2. Sacral Chakra

3. Solar Plexus Chakra

4. Heart Chakra

5. Throat Chakra

6. Third Eye Chakra

7. Crown Chakra

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In 1960, the Swiss artist Jean Tinguely made the first of his self-destructive machine sculptures, Homage à New York, which battered itself to pieces in the Sculpture Garden of the Museum of Modern Art, New York.

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"Love, love, love" "Love, love, love" "Love, love, love"  "all you need is love" "all you need is love" "all you need is love", "love is all you need", "love is all you need", "love is all you need",  "we love you, ya, ya, ya", "we love you, ya, ya, ya", "we love you, ya, ya, ya"

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Lost my phone with all my poems on it D-:

i don't care about phone so much as. . .

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The Bus, Insane Asylum

the bus an insane asylum, rescuing you from the known, and the unknown will embrace you with apathy. be swept away, by things no one knows about. your going to be okay on the bus insane asylum. refuge from matter, no one can be true here. not enough time to gain, distorting vibes of individuals. everyone is mad here, everyone going to their personal battles. the bus an insane asylum ships societys soldiers to their positions. here everything is always kinda quite. iron glances, exhuast, to many to be awkward, missioning. all vectors all direction all mind all dont mind. be okay on the bus insane asylum, watch the jittery cases bounce and make noise, no one's mind on the bus insane asylum.

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Debriefing: Now go out there and live! Only an initial understanding

makin amends with things. Om mani padme hum. waiting out the monkeys in my head putting them back in there place. ever herd of the infinity monkey type writers theory. that if you put an infinity amount of monkeys in a room with an infinity amount of type writers one of them would eventually type out the complete works of shakespear. then there's the buddhist thought Monkey mind. that we have bunch of thoughts bouncing around in our heads trying to get out. and its like a bunch of monekys all jumping around in a room. but non of them realizes there's a window open. like how enlightenment is open to every and anyone. well. the subconscious is the irrational third. its were archetypes come from. and the irrational third drives us crazy pursuing it. but thing is we cant know it, its in our subconscious. we poke at our subconscious so much. what we think is what we become. our subconscious is like a sponge to that stuff. and alot of us gett annoyed with all our constant thinking right. we want a quite mind. well. its like all these monkeys are busy typing away at how they think they can escape. but om mani padme hum. let the thoughts arise, recognize them then go back to chanting Om mani padme hum. soon all the monkeys stop and realize the window is open. intill there is just one left (that stays). and that is you praying. its the monkey that wishes to type to you. and not type about how its trapped. or so on. but om mani padme hum is a medicinal mantra mani padme means the jewel in the center of the lotus. and all that implys with the annotation that it alsso means Patiance ultimate patiance. 'Hum' is all eternal wisdom. and well Om is what every on think it means, um um um what does Om mean ummmm i dont know what does Om mean, isnt that what umm those monks do when they meditate omm yeah thats it. . as long as you keep your mind focused on the mantra, all the thoughts that arise can be recognized and gently placed then return to the mantra. Om mani padme hum. intill your unconscious which is where all the good juicy stuff is formulated lets out a really good epiphany or thought. stop poking our unconscious for who we are and what we have learned. let those monkeys go. let the infinity type writers become one unified silent Shakespeare. our inner Shakespeare that has been passed down in all popcultures parodys and portrayals of archetypes. our unconscious is so much better at formulation. and a shakespear is in all of us. we all have that capacity. same with absorbing new thoughts and experiences. dont go on about how great that thought was. just place it neatly on the shelf and Om, mani padme hum. otherwise we freak out about remembering it and being that smart all the time. well the truth is we were just smart for that moment. ever notice how moments can seem so far apart. lightyears. alcoholic can sware off alcohol one moment then down at the liquor store the next. our thoughts just have to be accepted as the monkeys they are. and they will fly out the window and bloom. moments of genius genius moments. we don't become genius its how much of it we absorb or think worth it. our unconscious is the best librarian. anyways.

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Off Kilter

concentric circles going around in ecliptic haze, off kilter ways flourish in a focal dance of never-ending ritualized nourish. Ebb and Flow collapse to a waterfall of blindness. the fool walks off the earth and begins to transcend. transmuting space to time, vibrations to frequency his Inner Radio Show, broadcasted in the stars. Elliptical self revolving around a one-way mirror, whos got your back, whos got your back, whos got your back when your heads spinning, around your self, around your reflection, ground your affection, empty your self of incarnations. we are shooting stars, whizzing past, whizzing past, only wishes fill our short-lived moments.

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great frank declarations of prestige, shameless transformation.

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Lets be Magik atmospheres

Ariel i wish i could send you magic over text. i would amaze you. i would conjure nebulas between my hands and blow their star dust into your eyes. and cause you to see the universe like me. No time-space, take trips to parallelisms. describe to you how the snow hides fire and show you the air between the tree and branches in the street. we'd take them, the airs and make alcohol from them. and see the oil leeks, add them to our schemes we amass and begin a stage of lsd induced imaginative projects of feelings and experience and dynamism and realization plaguing every turn like it doesnt want us to leave.. like weve been quarantined, stay huddled in our small reality of the world if you and I could blend its canvass to tie-die our proverbial blankets

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Black Inverter you Recognize

black inverter you recognize too much, dear intruder dreamy suggestions of being alone. your living within my detached lines. black investigation mass miles of annotation, pass people praying lives. black in white tears, translucent appearance, is that your fashion sense of illusion. Beyond wandering weather rather your mood in forever coding black. gilded white sphere behind half absent half lucid fear, forever eroding time. contrasting in circles around our picturesk land you have divided or decision-divine realized to give us a horizon a level here-cracy.

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Do we face fear? We all have weaknesses in psyche and disposition, do we face fear in our selfs, pursue fear. is it diverging from potential, why fulfill expectations? Facing Fear, persue it like a hero, courage, it could all go crashing through oblivion into new beauty. Fear of the Unknown,  fear of known creates fears of the unknown, somethings are beyond time, the present is a frame life passes through. Current feelings emotions, suppressed or difficult emotions or realizations. things we carry around with us, but we cant carry the world. the inner self is heavy and you can sit with it. but by acknowledging these self defining truths of weight, you carry, we all prosper through a less aggressive outward force of emotion. Music and the Arts, hold emotions, sports even. Other people should not be expected to hold your emotions for you. However, the planet may be a resource of beauty and art. Put down emotions for love, happiness and sadness. the world holds bigger objectives than the drama that is stirred by stray grudges and discrimination. 

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A Message / Word Salad is Food for Thought

Past-times our flavor of right, no anxious zeitgeist of distinctions, everything with a warm or cool glow, no more juxtapose of abject signs and cryptic symbols. Collateral build-up unilateral over time; a tree grows. nervous systems, everyone is feeling it. Rebarb City has us rung numb, over stimulating, vibes, reverberating flame, the flow and ebb don't pay off. Civilization what have you done? Civil disobedience a visualization of direct action, paranoid moral conditions who does not get impacted. No more civilians just an Income unit, corporations have far exceeded rights.  Where is the music once the musician has put down the Instrument and left the stage? Platonic snapsnapsnap 

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an observant person 

kinda by-standard 

second side