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Go after the experiences you want but don’t be afraid of the ones you didn’t ask for as there is something of value in every moment of time that can be found by paying attention for your cubed centimeter of chance and entering into the opportunity with all of your self using the force of your being to seep into the gaps in reality and open the way to the numinous finding the reality inside your reality.

I was just sitting here in my living room not thinking much just letting the music take me on a journey when I picked up my pen and started sliding it across this page encoding the moment in a meta aware namshub which understands how this will generate the reality I want as an iterative process unspiralling itself in all directions through possibility space informing every moment with the pattern of our becoming…

It is easy to forget that the world changes if you stay in the same place, living the same routines like a meat robot. In travel the world changes, if only because you see a different part of it. The places you go have changed since you were last there and home has changed when you get back. A change of perspective, movement on a moving sphere.

The eye, the soft machine that lets light in, is the key to growth. Show it new things so the sleeper can awaken and see old things with new eyes. A fixed point amidst the maelstrom, come to rest in your motion. Globes rotating around each other, giving light, hosting life and living sight.

I dream of a space of freedom with nomad royalty drifting the landscape pursuing fragments of paradise

I desire dark elves and androgynous gods free in their bondage submitting only to desire rubbing sliding together in ecstasy

I see the visions of green waters golden lights laughing faces singing voices together in the abundant now

I feel the world blowing past on wheels and sails and wings we move absorbed in the dance of our holiness

I come into this world my righteous inheritance the blood in my veins crackles and joy burns away the mundane

I find my joy hidden in my sadness. By digging into the parts of my soul that cry out in pain, I see what I truly desire to be and all the myriad ways I betray myself every day. I find the great reservoir of love I keep hidden behind fear. I find the human being I’m meant to be, have been (briefly, all too briefly) and will be again.

From that dark soil the bright blossom slowly opens outward, fed by and embodying the light of the sun, coloring the world with that eternal mystery…  that beauty, with all its wasteful glory, is possible at all in this harsh dark universe we share and fight over.