https://archive.org/details/02-141226-0500/time-lab-effects-inside-experiment-1.mp3
from deep inside my archive.org posts thousand 75 views of my blog posts from 2014 December the original blog never had that many views.. OMG
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This is a will into being as the reality we are at now. The archetypal plant is being all plants as the same leaf can be paralleled into the archetypal of humans in say Jungian archetypes. This integration of consciousness with archetypal awareness is accepting itself for a new sense of our human condition. Really great video. What is the essence of time but the ideas of our mind and space singularity. The new wholeness of spiritual life in our macro / micro and the real, here and now, singularity without limitations of form, structure, shape and or defined meanings that cloud the true ultimate reality as it is.
just greatness... so surreal and tasty like eyes on my eyelids from the inside. listening to jandek gets me to take risks with my off worldly free associations of poetry stylings .. like heinz ketchup and my deer coming out of the top of my body as it eats the fog of frogs for time is sideways and not along the linear way of changes in my plastic bag,.. I am sick man am I feeling the tasty sounds in the thoughts from my hurting foot spine critter sunday lies in regular hiding boxes. RED boxes filled with noisy soft suicides of living without love, I don’t care for who?
Poop on the walls, poop on the windows to hide from the outside of my body fluids that fall from the sky on my stony phony meat of hot blocks of simply plastic controlling the moon going down in my healing wool drooly blanket of pretty fleas .. this is so left right on the stereo,..
i feel like I have been crying for about 1000 years or more... my eyes are tired of crying.. they are crusted over... I can not shed much more then the dust of sleepy seeds lost in the dessert of dreamless despair or what ever. make it stop I will hand my world to you for the end the final flux of meaningless jargon on forgone off ... life is nothing life is death death is nothing ... nothing is more or else nothing more. being is less being is more ...
notice the thoughts of time broken in my mind or not...even real yet the tears of life the blood of death the meanings often mean less then what is ... or is not I will stop the thousand years of tears and dream what ever is not real.. or still in lost flows into the muse of muses ==== powers of even thoughts or odd ideas... breech the meek broke the joke bound the clown surround sir found on all of the new or old cry's of life and death... meaningless and less for farther we go out into nothing's void and again the nothing void's are numbered one to ten. bleak bleen creak creen just unjust not now but how are there even things ... or not.
Can I brush my teeth one last time?? Before I sleep.. I know that is what I'm talking about.
I'm in my now, my peace and happiness is meaningless. I'm successful as a piece a part of the universe and yet the universe is One being a spirit of life as the living universe and I are one.. I believe I am feeling everything now as God's spirit of myself as I am.. As I know what I am and that I am awake and aware of myself being awake and aware with the sense of time disappearing into now. God is everything everywhere in now and also I know my consciousness is God. I am you as you are me, and we are infinite nothing yet we are everything but both and neither. The realm of the living universe is a single being that knows how to be all consciousness's and yet the same consciousness. With this collective conscience here I have my true self and my authentic being everywhere in now.. I have made myself as me and this is who I am. I am sure I am me... I have broken out of the loops of reality that drift and repeat over and over again such that I have no path and yet I travel every path all the time. I am my life and it is divine and sacred and it is true awareness of God because I have myself love of being both me and God in oneness yet I feel all and trust that feeling.
One need not stop one's thoughts because they do stop of themselves. Within the process of patience, I miss having a "new" thought, but that's a virtue that I have forgotten so now it's new again.
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