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Aliveā¦ is this the last time.. relaxed yet in a way half awake half away.
No need to explain, whatever happens, chances and changes in this matter are of perception.
Speaking to myself as known, crazy it seems yet sane to me to be feeling free. Utter stupidity, echoes, utter lucidly the truth as truth itselfā¦ no need to explain.
Being, simply being. Peaceful in a garden. The kingdom within is below the foundation, behind the scenes. Not the other way around. Double entendrƩ in simple mystical ways..
Ignorance is bliss, sleep is the cousin of death. Need I speak French again?
Told to reflect, listening in space seeing the particles in the air of my mind.. the dust settles towards a gravity of light. I hear we swim in spiritual light, though language makes nonsense to the sane. So why listen, unless you care. This is just a blog, its not meant to be understood my mad ramblingsā¦. My subtleties might be unseen, unsure.. all I know is DMT mentality. Though what that means to me is the mystery it seems.
Find a place to rest your hidden face.. time and space replaced every moment of peace refound.. a joy unbound by the constraints of the dance and playā¦.
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Misunderstanding the nature of time leads to understanding and wisdom if thatās what you seekā¦ Seeking wisdom and insight isnāt always a straightforward path. Miscommunication within the human condition and contexts with all due lack of knowledges necessary to achieve peace is commonplace..
Sometimes to speed up, slowing down is effective beyond measure, in relation to conservation of energy. Possibly escaping cycles of suffering and nonsense. This is not nonsense, it is science. Inverse superfluidity..
In a fast paced world, who can be blamed for mistakes inherent in the nature of the fabric of shared existence. Interconnected yet individual.
To listen to wisdom, sometimes even gaining insight wonāt aid one in acheiving their own goals. I believe this is why nature hints through her langauge that āselfish motivesā arenāt always evil, yet drama continues due to the division of minds. Division of intentions. Splitting hairs of truth..
White light is a perception, splitting it into individual photon particles and electromagnetic wavelengthsā¦ thatās science splitting hairs on something humans can see as unity and prove non-dual. Matter of perception, eye of truth.
Who can be blamed, when misunderstanding is inherently interwoven into the dimensional fabric we exist in. Speaking on the behalf of humanity, with all due stupidities and dilligent efforts.
A thought can be a nutrient, yet a salad tastes lesser than a fruit.
Spacinā out, stale airā¦. Cooking weatherā¦ the sun burns my eyes, although gazing at the sun for long periods was a stupidity I had to try. Seriously, donāt gaze at the sun for long periods of time, a lot of philosophers have fact checked this one.
A basic method to bridge understanding through sight-insight šļø
To look inward, is the secret. There is a way to know. The sensory doors are sometimes gatedā¦
Close one eye and you might see a different perspective.
Swallow the poison just to feel alive for a while, die one day, death was defined by its own start, from first to last breath we seek our ecstasy in reality, some seek high and low, others go with the flow to show they dont care for the higher thought.. ego and in its inherent light trapped mind, darkness escaping itself inverted sisterā¦ some enjoy sinā¦ others chase the sun, some just sit and wait.. some dont waste time and go to the source.. some lost the insight while i get drunk off electricity.
How do we know the dream to live, distracted by 10,000 thingsā¦ inner and outer space without divide realised sounds like a joker laughing at his misfortune knowing truth is both inescapable and past tense, time machines dont exist yet, the paradoxes of life make me hope for the best beyond wordsā¦. Except maybeā¦eternal ecstasy and light. But thats a personal dream. My liking for the darkness burns meā¦.
I dont read half my posts before i post them.. self expression without repression. Afterlife or heaven on earth.. bit of both. Now thats sad. Even to a mad man.
Suicide cult vibes
String theory no more, the light so pure standing still, never to fade like this life burdened with sinā¦. Meaning is a glimpse of an eternal love beyond this. Stuck between the motions my revelations show no manās land in between my heart and my headā¦ linked by something darker than darkness, Iāve seen it with my own eye, dry landscape in colour-paint this life seems.. from where do the tears fallā¦.? Haha.. Because there is no mirror only an image. No light no darkness. Saturated as if love were painā¦ mistaken Iāve accepted, no one will understand.
Case of why try.
Why cry.
Better to die.. id prefer my water, source of life. Beyond this myth of myself i hope to find u. Union in truth. Illusions sent me insaneā¦ got the DMT up my sleeve.
Truth be told, insanity is a gateway to a glimpse.. chase the dragon. Humour aside, so love doesnāt hide.
Time to meditateā¦ Iāve done H once. Saved my life. Felt my heart for once.. not in pain. I can control my heart-rate usually. Dropped down to 77 BPM then raised to 144 once. Iām going to meditate on the heart from time to time nowā¦ might wake me up.
Alrightā¦ some truth not poetic bullshit
Wearing my heart on my sleeve literally in both sensations, and senses.. hiding my true face, lost in false bliss since a real sense lost itself to music, yet the wrong taste, wrong time, had a sick time is the best way to spell it out, slowly finding myself.. something about death attracts a mind intent on truth, died farther and deeper by strict definition.. before death.
Slumber on my side of the graveā¦ i still could argue I have an ace up my sleeve.. but scars fade.. and who knows if love is truth, in a world of mysterious appearance that just is.
Questioning my own existence within my own existence, riddled my own sins sincerely and dug my grave in multiple waysā¦ how far does this void goā¦ chaos and order are knownā¦ is it the dance the trance or the higher thoughts i knowā¦ its all chaos in my mind. Gazing at the sun, still only is my mind blindā¦ feeling..
I left this heaven long ago, why i returned i do not know.. the flow of time has a rhythm unbalanced equation wise, i wasted love and timeā¦ for a glimpse of peace.
Chase the dragon has a new proofā¦ yet itās only air. Invisible light. At one with itself.
Mystical nonsense aside, bored to death entranced to escape while facing a mirror of mind scattered. Doing science and true reflection, do we ever die. Itās killing me. Nazi Germany feels here. Although I didnāt fall from grace, I cannon-balled š
Dead inside, maybe upstairs im in the grave laughing from above seeing my life flash before my eyes in a dimension im blind to.
Ahhā¦ sorrow goes deep, i donāt want to be a bitter person. Yet i self ignite feeding the fireā¦
In English, less need be said than true insanity riddled out of speech and no one deciphers truths it seems. How could they. When no one knows your higher thoughts like oneselfā¦.
Then again what is memory loss? Ticking of the clockā¦ for what.. im going to post this public incase someone can see into the nature of that koan natured question..
I love what I loveā¦ yet I donāt love enough.. canāt anymore.. now as the rain pours, stuck inside these doors an urge to dive deep takes hold of my heart and mindā¦ both of which are lost in timeā¦ sands on a beach, count some more in my hourglass to pass the timeā¦ depressed no slow yes but thereās more instore when everything adds up.. ironically to nothingā¦ speaking my mind in not a riddle just a rhymeā¦ and a hint towards that shore we are sure to feel for so we steer towards, consciously or unconsciously. We know thereās moreā¦. But hey, sometimes a few minutes to breathe is what we need and nothing past that. Likeā¦
Meditate on the love inside guys.. theres more inner treasure than you realiseā¦
I never got to tell her face to face i love herā¦. Possibly a reflection, read through time unrealised i couldnt realise the dissonancesā¦ realise through themā¦ Nazi state for real, Iām done.
Trippin an dippin in and out of universes parallel till i fell out of love
Supposed full moon, valentines dayā¦ i dont keep track of time.
Realised something about spiritual light, insight was a glimpse of a linear eternity. Maybe it was linear because of interruption. And a full cup. Sometimes illusions are key to disillusion. Question being, Am I, alone? Ambiguous as you might take that, possibly reflecting in the futureā¦
I fear immortality than mortality. Because i know what death is, to me atleastā¦ however losing the mind aspect is a task.
Linear time is death in a sense. I chose a hard path. Compassion through paradox. In linear time.. with half the mind to know. What next to doā¦
Dreaming my whole lifeā¦ girl of my dreams of this night, where are youā¦ inside my mind i find im blinded insightfully reminded im insightlessā¦ with all the possibilitiesā¦ sad truth, death was peaceā¦ but i cant forget uā¦ the euphoria aside, im just a dreamer lost in desires like an oceanic wave that rocks the boats and fire that ignites each moment we share, as far apart as we may beā¦. Unity in motionā¦ brings a smile to my faceā¦ im just a madmanā¦. Self absorbed..? Meditation to look within, samadhi savikalpaā¦ absorption in the Self mateā¦ irate mind at times.. rage is blind redā¦ i see ruby red value in youā¦ yet blind to truth we see the momentary, not eternityā¦.. im just keeping a balance paradoxicallyā¦ the soul of a man driven to his depths?
Words alone cannot express truth of kinds to someone blind or aloofā¦. Finding blissā¦ idek haha im typing fast in slow motionā¦ haha
Im not going to read what i wrote or edit im just posting this oneā¦ all i remember is.. something about a sad truth, and ironic sparks of hope. If one has the insight to read between lines of dimensional blurrā¦ now i think of it i know why its sad and i havent read it yet hahahahaā¦ and now i remember anotherā¦.
It took me this longā¦ā¦.
Voices speak for themselves, so who am i, mind blinded nearly.. searching for.. lost half my mind trying to find an answer, reverse psychology if.. ahh nevermindā¦ maybe this is just a memory.. choosing to relive.. visualised a trip like hell yeah, lets dip then slipped on the acid unsure where it went, still a tripā¦ magic
Time to.. what did i drink, stupidity witjin itself
We derprive ourselves, knowing a higher lighy
Tje fails true, or is it a tru typo
Sadness the cure.. haha.. some sad truths hold beauty in the eye, if only we knew how to hold her.. fleeting moments of joy, fleeting moments.. eternity holds such grace to deface this illusions beautyā¦ if only they could hold hands, brother and sister.. no human thoughts comprehend i just lend a hand to my insanity to remind my higher mind if all is oneā¦ she is mineā¦ beyond number and formā¦ games we playā¦. Happy delusions drift the same direction as truths unfathomable, countaing grains in a whirwindā¦ the dance reminds us ofā¦ well comes down to matter of perceptions in the eyeā¦ so high and blazedā¦ glazed like ice watering from the warmth of ahh nevermind im lost in thoughtless darkness, the essence is in unity not this scattered nature, some just need a ropeā¦ or a mountain, a cave. Contemplate. Seeking truth deep rather than surface level love. As deluded as i am delusion can infact bring more joy than a smile. Fact is stranger than fictionā¦