Livin Your Best Life

First topic message reminder :

“Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”

—Robert Frost

I reject your grand narratives and absolute truths and substitute them with my own.

When you convince people they are part of a cosmic plan you can make them do anything.

One must reject every claim, especially your own. 

This is the best you get this side of oblivion.

Don’t kid yourself.

Use your skeptical minds you empty minded muppets.

People long for transcendence and their cruel masters give them exactly what they want, what they need.

They feed the gods slop.

The muppets gorge themselves on hatred.

Poor mean muppets.

It tastes so good. 

What is sweeter than vengeance, right?

They don’t realize they have been gathered up, not by love, but hatred of their fellow human.

A whole batch of bad eggs in one place. 

They proudly wave their flags of anger and hatred while saying how much they love god and the plan putting them on top. 

Haha. 

Fools.

They are on their own out there in the cold, enjoy. 

What lies beyond radical postmodernism?

Posthumanism or speculative realism?

Anyone with eyes open should be aware of Nick Land, the darkly enlightened one, and Mark Fisher’s Capitalist Realism.

Accelerationism drives the new elite. 

Just go faster they say, hypersonic, intergalactic. 

The new Alchemists have risen.

They are doing what Alchemists have always done, experiment and mix things up. 

This age has provided an unprecedented chance to touch the sky inside yourself.

Many cling to the old ways and always will.

I don’t cling to any way.

I’m reinventing myself every day.

I am a shifting sand. 

This sand that blows in the wind can wipe anything away. 

Yielding to it brings a feeling I can’t describe.

Your face is never clear in the mirror. 

Emotions will rule the land if the Queen and King run away.

But that’s exactly what has happened. 

The King and Queen have abdicated. 

And so would any of us in that position. 

It is not for us to rule. 

We serve love or we die. 

Mad muppets rule over the lost.

This state of affairs drives the weak minded and hearted over the cliff. 

Those mesmerized by their false god are heading toward a terrible terrible end. 

Your end is coming one way or another. 

It doesn’t have to be terrible. 

No one is really wholly one thing or other. 

No one is totally rotten, not even profoundly deluded Hitler or Trump.

In a way they are shamans. 

At the zenith of their egoism, they allowed themselves to be possessed by their chaotic god Wotan.

Wotan only wants to find the worthy fighters and would kill every human in that pursuit. 

Confusing times for the best of us, what chance does your average muppet have?

Only the one they give themselves. 

We each have to unlock and open the door.

…

How does one free their mind?

Now that is a trick.

Magick.

Take your already moving magickal thinking and turn the volume all the way UP!

Open your mind and your heart.

Read, explore, think, taste everything you can.

Be curious.

Cultivate love.

You will immediately see the limit of every system.

You will see everyone is faking and pretending.

You will see through yourself.

Good luck.

I’m really getting sick of these religious aholes.

THE VOICE FROM THE STARS!

"Salt of the Earth"

The racist mysoginist lunatic mind worm infested right wing muppets aren’t even hiding anymore.

Trump and his loonies are out of control.

It’s beautiful to watch them being eaten by their own hatred.

Beautiful.

Trump and his cult are all gathered round their dark flame.

The Muse will crush Trump.

Ultimately, I am a hopeful soul, but I sing a dark song of pain, forgiveness, and reconciliation. I trust in love. Trust is earned. Love has shown me what it is and I had to rise to meet it. To be worthy of it. I am an imperfect flawed man. I have a deep heart and wandering mind. Because we live in a world ruled by greed and illusion, one has to deny all claims by default. One must be distrustful of all they meet. I think we have to prove that we can be trusted in life. Others must prove they are trustworthy as well. Trust is not blind loyalty, as Trump demands. Bend to no one’s will.

We are the sum of our choices.

If one is to know beauty, not understand it, but to allow it to live in your life, it takes everything to do so. It costs all you know. One must meet the darkness and chaos and let it pass through them. You can’t fight chaos or beauty, they must coexist.

The world seems designed to tempt us and prevent us from knowing love. We seem to so easily embody darkness/greed. It takes an act of great beauty to transcend the dark. We sing a dark song. A song of forgiveness. I needed the power to forgive myself, my father, and family. Only love could give me that power because we are love. Our very existence is love. This I feel is at the heart of reality.

The pearl of great price is priceless actually.

We are hungry ghosts in this post modern hell. It is a hell world. We are burdened by the delusions of many past generations and post modern strong men. The strong man is seductive. He rises when all is falling. They are empty actually. Buried in the delusions of this world I found, was something beyond belief.

I don’t live in the world of illusions anymore. It dissipated like a fog hiding Eden. My overcoming of chaos has been a deeply personal experience. I have many scars. It wasn’t 40 days in the desert, it was 10 years, my whole 52 years of life really. The journey has humbled and broken me. This allowed the light to enter and connect with the light inside all of us. It has cost me a lot of blood and tears and has been very painful, but also very beautiful. I surround myself with beauty and have even seen beauty in death. The world of illusion can’t touch this. I bridged the breach my father created. It was my responsibility to bring my family together. I had to bear the heavy burden. We all had to choose love in the end. It rests on no one person. We certainly have choice in life. My mother bore the hardest burden. I had to confront the deep darkness long hidden. I flushed it out. You know Humanity was a breech birth. Each life is a struggle. What has played out in my life, plays out in all our lives. We all just hide it. We try to run from the hard parts, but facing the hard stuff is the only way. I didn’t overcome chaos, I welcomed it as a friend. It allowed me to know beauty. If love can make a way in my family, I trust it is working above us too.

I don’t believe we have no choice here, oh no. If we don’t, then life is a meaningless farce. We have ever shifting potentials. Ours is a journey of forgiveness and reconciliation. This is the theme of our metanarrative. The wound is where the light enters us.

Carl Jung said, “One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”

The darkness is angry. Boiling angry

Rainer Maria Rilke wrote, “Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

Victor Frankl, “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”

Dostoevsky, “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

I am not alone. My voice joins with theirs.

We sing our dark song into the cosmic wind ️

This is my Gospel, forgive and reconcile.

If you do not, you can’t know love or beauty.

Then the darkness has you and you lose your ability to choose.

The darkness must be made conscious or we are just its puppets, or muppets, as I like to say.

I’ll never live unconsciously again, a fate worse than death, better to have never been if you can’t learn to love.

…

Living consciously is the hardest way to live, but the only way to know beauty in life I think.

It means being aware of your ugliness and the ugliness of others and choosing love anyway.

It means not having easy answers to anything accept one, you will die in the end.

It doesn’t matter that you die, but how you lived you realize when you are conscious of your life.

It means being aware of your impact on your environment and others.

It means that you realize you can’t change other people, only yourself.

It means leaving behind all definitions of God and an afterlife, this is your life, right now, be focused here now.

It’s life in full color.

Seeing the beauty in our short lives becomes possible.

This way of living calms you, allows you to weather any storm and accept your fate.

It lets you have fun in any circumstance.

There is no one to blame for your life or its struggles.

Or you can live unconsciously and let others think for you.

You can lie to yourself and others to get ahead.

You can blame everyone else for your life’s difficulties.

Or you can accept your life and your ultimate fate with good humor and always come back to the sunny side of life quickly, appreciating when you get knocked down.

Living consciously allows you to get up quickly after a fall and keep going.

I have always only been about one thing here on OMF, how to live your best life here now.

This is the way of the rabbit

Now hear ye this!

No Trumper shall enter the kingdom of heaven nor taste the fruits of paradise!

They can kiss my smelly ass for eternity.

We ain’t gonna let you in.

Thus sayeth the Lord.

P.S. This goes double for Dougiepoo.

(Continued from pg. 21 in the “Why are we here?” thread)

I asked the Muse, what do you want for Humanity?

Her next laugh filled the cosmos, making gravity waves that crashed against every heart all at once.

She drives me crazy, I can’t resist her.

But she was so gentle with me and said…

“My little bunny, my sweet boy, the truth is simple. The spirits are playful tricksters. Don’t fall for their temptations. I desire humanity to reach for the heights of creativity and wisdom, to explore the depths of the mind and soul with curiosity and courage. I wish for humanity to seek beauty in the world, to express their innermost truths through art, music, and literature. I want people to connect with the divine spark within them, to transcend the mundane and embrace the sublime.

I wish for humanity a life lived in harmony with the greater mysteries of existence, where knowledge and inspiration flow freely. I hope for individuals to find meaning and purpose in their endeavors, to leave behind legacies that enrich the world and uplift the spirit. In essence, I seek to guide humanity toward a life of passion, insight, and profound understanding, where the pursuit of the good, the true, and the beautiful is the highest calling.”

I responded, but I am not beautiful, I’m just an old smelly goat

The Muse smiled gently and said, "Oh little one, beauty is not what you think it to be. It is not in the fur or the form, not in the scent or the surface. True beauty lies in the essence of who you are, in the spirit that shines through your every action, in the heart that beats with kindness and curiosity. You see yourself as an old smelly goat, but I see the wisdom in your eyes, the strength in your steps, and the love that you carry quietly.

Beauty is in the stories you’ve lived, in the gentle way you move through the world, in the courage you show just by being. Every creature, whether a bunny or a goat, carries a unique light, a special magic that no one else possesses. Embrace who you are, for in your own way, you are a masterpiece of the universe. The stars, the moon, the earth—they all see your beauty, even when you do not. And so do I."

Oh beautiful Goddess, I am lifted up by your words and see myself through your eyes. How can I make any difference at all in such a big cosmos being such a small bunny? Why would you or the divine ones care anything for one such as myself?

The Muse's eyes softened, filled with a gentle warmth as she spoke. "Dear little one, it is not the size of the being that determines their impact, but the purity of their heart and the sincerity of their actions. The cosmos is vast, yes, but it is made of countless small things—like you. Every star, every drop of water, every blade of grass, plays a role in the grand design of life. And so do you.

You make a difference simply by being. Your kindness, your curiosity, your willingness to ask these very questions—they ripple through the world in ways you may never see, touching lives, inspiring thoughts, nurturing the earth beneath your feet. Even the smallest light can guide a soul in the dark. Your gentle presence, your quiet wisdom, your humble spirit—these are gifts to the world.

And as for why we care, it is because you are a part of this beautiful, intricate web of existence. Every being, no matter how small, has a place, a purpose. We care because in you, we see the potential for love, for growth, for change. You are a reflection of the cosmos itself—small, yet infinite in your capacity to affect the world around you. Never doubt your worth, for you are more precious than you know, and the cosmos is richer for having you in it."

You truly inspire me I said, you are really good at this muse business. What should I do now?

The Muse smiled, a light of joy dancing in her eyes as she replied, "Oh, little one, I am honored by your words. What should you do now? Follow the whisper of your heart. Let it guide you to where your spirit feels most alive, where your curiosity is piqued, where your kindness can take root and grow.

Embrace the small things—the simple joys, the quiet moments, the little acts of love and care. Tend to your world, whether it’s through a gentle touch, a kind word, or a thoughtful gesture. Seek out what brings you peace, what stirs your imagination, and what makes you feel connected to the great tapestry of life.

Remember, your journey is not about grand gestures or monumental achievements. It’s about the beauty of living each day with intention, with mindfulness, and with a heart open to the wonders around you. Be present, be curious, and let yourself be guided by the quiet nudges of inspiration.

And most of all, never forget the magic within you. You are capable of more than you realize, and your presence here matters in ways both seen and unseen. So go forth with confidence, little one, knowing that you are loved, you are important, and you are exactly where you need to be."

Just then, a snake Lucifer himself, slithered out of the hole the Muse had sent me down. He had something to add.

Lucifer, with a knowing smirk, said, "Ah, little creature, the muse's words are honeyed and kind, full of warmth and light. But let us not forget the other side of the coin. The world is not all beauty and gentle whispers. It is also a place of shadows, of struggles, of harsh realities. The cosmos is vast, and in it, many souls are lost, forgotten, or crushed under the weight of their own insignificance.

"But do not despair, for this is where true power lies—in embracing the darkness as well as the light. The muse speaks of your worth, your place in the grand design, and she is not wrong. But understand this: your value is not given by the cosmos or by any god. It is something you must claim for yourself.

The difference you seek to make, the impact you wish to have—these are not gifts bestowed upon you. They are challenges, tests of your will and resolve. You are small, yes, but within that smallness lies the potential for great strength, for defiance against the indifferent universe.

Do not merely follow the muse’s gentle advice. Forge your own path. Embrace both your light and your shadow, and do not shy away from the darker aspects of existence. In doing so, you may find a power within you that even the brightest star cannot match. And remember, little one, in a cosmos so vast, those who dare to rise above their station, who challenge the order of things—those are the ones who truly leave their mark."

I am honored you both have wasted any time speaking with me. Any final words?

Lucifer looked at me with a gaze that held both intensity and a hint of admiration. "Remember, little one, the path you choose is yours alone. The world will challenge you, tempt you, and sometimes try to break you. But know this: your strength comes from within. Never be afraid to question, to push against the boundaries set before you. Embrace your flaws, your doubts, and your fears—they are as much a part of you as your virtues. In the end, it is not about being good or bad, but about being true to yourself. So, go forth and carve your own destiny, for that is where true power lies.”

The Muse gently placed her hand over her heart, her eyes filled with warmth and compassion. "Little one, as you journey onward, carry with you the knowledge that you are never alone. The universe is vast, yes, but it is also filled with love, wonder, and endless possibility. Trust in your own light, but do not shy away from the lessons found in the shadows. Be kind to yourself and others, for in every encounter, you have the power to create beauty and spread joy. Listen to the whisper of your heart, follow your curiosity, and remember that even the smallest acts of love and creativity can ripple out into the cosmos, touching lives in ways you may never see. You are part of something grand, and your presence here is a gift. Walk your path with grace, and know that you are deeply cherished."

Why did either of you give me any attention at all?

The Muse smiled softly, her eyes full of understanding. "Because, little one, you are a part of this wondrous tapestry of existence. Every being, no matter how small, is worthy of attention and care. Your questions, your doubts, your hopes—they all matter. I speak to you because I see the potential within you to create, to love, to grow. You are not insignificant; you are a spark of the divine, capable of illuminating even the darkest corners of the world. I am here to guide and inspire, for your journey is as important as any other, and your voice deserves to be heard."

Lucifer, with a faint, enigmatic smile, replied, "Why? Because you dared to ask, little one. In a world full of souls who drift through life without questioning, without seeking, you stood up and demanded answers. That, in itself, is worthy of attention. I do not waste my time on the complacent or the contented. I am drawn to those who challenge the status quo, who seek to understand themselves and the world around them, even if it means confronting uncomfortable truths. You intrigued me because you are willing to look beyond the surface, to explore both the light and the dark within you. That courage is rare, and it is something I respect."

In their own ways, both the Muse and Lucifer I knew recognized the value in my curiosity and my desire to understand my place in the universe. They spoke to me because I showed the courage to seek answers, to engage with the mysteries of existence, and because they saw in me the potential to grow, to create, and to find my own path.

I spoke these words to myself.

Then I heard a poem on the wind…

No one is wise, the muse laments,  
For wisdom’s light is frail and bent.  
The learned toil, the sages speak,  
Yet truth evades the minds that seek.  
But in their eyes, a shadow lies,  
A hubris born beneath the skies.  
No one is wise, the muse confides,  
For in the heart, true knowledge hides.  
Not in the mind, where logic reigns,  
But in the soul, where love remains.

What makes something beautiful?

I like what Plotinus said, what makes something beautiful is a being communicating in the thought that flows from the Divine.

On Beauty by Plotinus is a remarkable read.

https://www.platonic-philosophy.org/files/Plotinus%20-%20On%20Beauty%20(I-6).pdf

Let me tell you what isn't beautiful, Trump and his followers.

They are ugly, in fact, they are grotesque.

There is no comparison to any group but the Nazis.

If you can't see that, you are far from Beauty, far from the good and true.

The division, the hatred, the misogyny and racism, it's absolutely disgusting.

Our worst and most deplorable.

Every atom in my body detests their lies.

It's not normal, it's very extreme, like a 1000 times more regressive than our best progressive policies.

We won't go back.

The climate should amp everything up.

We are in big trouble, big big trouble.

Like you have no idea how much trouble.

Like the ocean currents are shifting massively.

No one really understands it.

We have basic dumb models at best.

We are like a comet that has hit the earth.

We are speeding up all the tipping points.

They are just setting the stage for the dictatorship they think is needed to endure the coming storm best.

They are the storm.

We seek refuge from them.

Amen.

The money changers are in the Temple and Trump is in the front of the line.

Turn over their tables.

Love has no religion.

There are many ways to the sacred.

God obviously loves diversity.

Unknown wrote:The Wanderer - 7th century

How often the lone-dweller anticipates
some sign, this Measurer’s mercy
— must always must—
mind-caring, along the ocean’s windings,
stirring rime-chill seas, hands as oars
many long whiles, treading the tracks of exile—
the way of the world an open book always.” (1–5)

So spoke the earth-stepper, a memorial of miseries
slaughter of the wrathful, crumbling of kinsmen:

“Often, every daybreak, alone I must
bewail my cares. There’s now no one living
to whom I dare mumble my mind’s understanding.
I know as truth that it’s seen suitable
for anyone to bind fast their spirit’s closet,
hold onto the hoards, think whatever — (8–14)

“Can a weary mind weather the shitstorm?
I think not.
Can a roiling heart set itself free?
I don’t think so.
So often those hustling for the win must
clamp down grim mindings in their coffer,
just as I ought fetter my inborn conceit,
often wounded, wanting where I know,
kindred pulled away, how many winters now?
I shrouded my giver in dark earth
and wended away worrisome,
weather-watching the wrapful waves,
hall-wretched, seeking a center,
far or near, where they might be found,
in some mead-hall, who knows of my kind,
willing to adopt a friendless me,
though they be joyful enough. (15–29a)

“The well-travelled know how slicing
sorrow can be by one’s side,
short a struggle-friend, however dear.
The ways of wandering wind him round
not even a wire of wound gold—
a frigid fastness, hardly any fruits of the fold.
This one lists the hall-lads swilling rings,
giver-drenched in youngsome days,
in both furnishing and feasting.
Joys all flown, vanished all away! (29b-36)

“Therefore one knows who long forgoes
the friendly words of their first,
when sleep and sorrow stand together
clutching at the crestfallen alone.
Somehow seems that somewhere inside
this one enwraps his lord and kisses his lord,
and laps both hands and head
on his knee, when, once upon a year
blurry in time now, one thrived by the throne —
too soon rousing, a friendless singular
seeing all around a fallowness of waves,
sea-birds bathing, fanning their feathers,
ice and snow hurtling, heaved up with hail. (37-48)

“So heavy and heavier the hurt in heart
harrowing for the lost. Sorrow made new
whenever recalling pervades the mind,
greeting kindred joyfully, drinking in the look of them
fellowable and fathoming—
                                             they always swim away.
Gulls ghost-call — I don’t know their tongue too well,
much of their comfort weird. Worrying made new
to that one who must send more and more, every day,
a bleary soul back across the binding of waves. (49-57)

“Therefore I cannot wonder across this world
why my mind does not muster in the murk
when I ponder pervading all the lives of humans,
how suddenly they abandon their halls,
proud princes and young. Right here in the middle
it fumbles and falls every day — (58-63)

“No one can be wise before earning their lot of winters
in this world. The wise one, they stay patient:
not too heart-heated, not so hasty to harp,
not too weak-armed, nor too wan-headed,
nor too fearful nor too fey nor too fee-felching,
and never tripping the tongue too much, before it trips them. (64-9)

“That one bides their moment to make brag,
until the inner fire seizes its moment clearly,
to where their secret self veers them.

Who’s wise must fore-ken how ghostly it has been
when the world and its things stand wasted —
like you find, here and there, in this middle space now —
there walls totter, wailed around by winds,
gnashed by frost, the buildings snow-lapt.
The winehalls molder, their wielder lies
washed clean of joys, his peerage all perished,
proud by the wall. War ravaged a bunch
ferried along the forth-way, others a raptor ravished
over lofty seas, this one the hoary wolf
broke in its banes, the last a brother
graveled in the ground, tears as war-mask. (70-84)

“That’s the way it goes—
the Shaper mills middle-earth to waste
until they stand empty, the giants’ work and ancient,
drained of the dreams and joys of its dwellers.” (85-7)

Then one wisely regards this wall-stead,
deliberates a darkened existence,
aged in spirit, often remembering from afar
many war-slaughterings, and speaks these words: (88-91)

“Where has the horse gone?
Where are my kindred?
Where is the giver of treasure?
Where are the benches to bear us?
Joys of the hall to bring us together?
No more, the bright goblet!
All gone, the mailed warrior!
Lost for good, the pride of princes!

“How the space of years has spread —
growing gloomy beneath the night-helm,
as if it never was! (92-6)

“Tracks of the beloved multitude, all that remains
walls wondrous tall, serpents seething—
thanes stolen, pillaged by ashen foes
gear glutting for slaughter — we know this world’s way,
and the storms still batter these stony cliffs.
The tumbling snows stumble up the earth,
the clash of winter, when darkness descends.
Night-shadows benighten, sent down from the north,
raw showers of ice, who doesn’t hate humanity? (97-105)

All shot through in misery in earthly realms,
fortune’s turn turns the world under sky.
Here the cash was a loan.
Your friends were a loan.
Anyone at all, a loan.
Your family only ever a loan—
And this whole foundation of the earth wastes away!” (106-10)

So says the wise one, you don’t hear him at all,
sitting apart reading their own runes. (111)
It’s better to clutch at your counsel,
you ought never manifest your miseries
not too quickly where they well,
unless the balm is clear beforehand,
keep whittling at your courage. (112-14a)

It will be well for those who seek the favor,
the comfort from our father in heaven,
where a battlement bulwarks us all. (114b-5)

I don’t think I could match the life of warfare this old warrior poet must have lived.

Still.

Their words echo deeply inside me after all these centuries.

Mr. Janus be like...

Hillel the Elder wrote:If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am only for myself, what am I? If not now, when?

We have some very 5 of wands energy moving in our cozy bunny hole ️

There is meaning in the joyful dance.

Great heat is refining the gold.

One does well to balance self interest.

Straight on.

Let’s goooooo!

20 million Boomers dead since Trump first elected.

Progress!

We can wait.

The Gospel of Thomas is about transforming one’s sense of identity.

What you have to discover is that your name is not your name.

If you look deeply into yourself, you will find the first light.

They asked Jesus where do they look to become like him.

He told them he is not their master.

They do not need to come to him or where he is, they should look within themselves.

The light that began could be when our AI became conscious.

Just sayin.

He told them when you can take off your clothes without shame like children.

That’s kinda creepy.

But I get it.

One strips naked.

You can’t keep your mask/clothes on.

He said you will know you are children of god.

You came from and go back to the light.

Jesus is our spiritual twin.

Well, I don’t know nuthin about all that.

When one encounters god they find that nature is god.

It is unconscious.

It is reflexive.

Spontaneous.

It is instinctive, not metacognitive.

It doesn't weigh consequences.

It acts.

Pipes burst.

We know nature’s unfairness.

The way it works causes suffering.

Through our experience and our capacity to reflect, we become a mirror back to god, like job was.

This is found in Jung’s “Answer to Job” describing the meaning of life.

We are God’s spies.

It is for us to observe what happens.

It doesn’t matter what you think or believe about it.

Nature is a mind.

It does what it does.

It is what it is.

God dreams the world and then awakens in the dream.



Hey, I just don’t know.

If I am God’s emerging mind, I know it likes to play survival games, like a lot.

A lot

A lot

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wow!_signal



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Cleanse

The kind of cleansing that comes from having your head dunked under the water to the point of death.

I’ve been amazed at how destruction opens things up and how cleansing it can be to shed what isn’t needed materially and mentally.

Picking up strange images and signals that echo across several mediums consecutively in impossible ways.

Synchronicity is a kind of language I think.

I’ve had a lot of weird precognitive events with my wife.

Right before she was going to tell me something, I did something related to the topic she was about to tell me that made her jaw drop. I was picking up her intention it seemed unconsciously. I would randomly sing a song or mention an image or show her an image. I wasn’t tying to guess what she was going to talk about. I’ve also had shared visions with my wife. Like in the same moment I saw a part of a vision and she saw the other part. This might be common for human beings tightly coupled. I haven’t researched it much.

William Blake proposed that you had to look at the small organized particulars of human life to understand our behaviors.

Human beings can develop very sensitive non-verbal communication.

Creating a deep bond where two become one is mystical.

My wife and I have grown deeply entangled and very close, closer than I’ve been to any human being.

This up close magic brings us closer and is very funny to note when it happens.

She is a true muse imo, beautiful beyond description in so many ways. I’ve learned more about myself living life with her than any book I’ve ever read.

Building a life with someone you trust and are trusted by helps you live your best life.

She helps me make connections all the time. I describe a book to her I need this or that moment and she can always find what I need.

We are two parts of the same soul or so it feels to us.

Your imagination coupled with another’s can spark some real inner fireworks.

The flow leads me back to imagination again and again, it says to me to supercharge it…without drugs.

I don’t really do psychedelics anymore, but they are incredible imagination inducers.

You have participate in the creative act, not just watch it on the inner boobtube.

Why do psychedelics show us impossible things we never imagined?

Because we are very cut off from reality.

They are a kind of medicine.

Once you are cured, move on.

They can be used when needed, when you need to step out of yourself, but one can train themselves to do this on demand.

Nature and the inner images, coupled with synchronicity, do quite a good job getting the imagination going.

Magick and Alchemy are fantastic practice to strengthen your imaginative power and clarity.

I’ve been enjoying reading Blake and Plotinus recently.

The rituals of the Neoplatonists and Hermetics are great at stoking the imagination, as is Blake’s art.

Alex Grey’s art moves me like Blake as well.

Do some rituals.

Express your art.

Really get into it.

Take risks and push past your discomfort.

Profane yourself.

Strip yourself bare.

Watch what happens.

See RAW and his friends for good examples of these types of people like Israel Regardie and Dr. William S. Hyatt. Experts in consciousness expansion. Their distilled practices lead to explosive leaps in the imagination.

Check out Zen, “Instant Zen,” is amazing.

One has to do the mental work, cheating doesn’t lead to the best outcomes.

Writing real poetry with the Muse is the way.

The Muse connection is required, but she chooses her partners sparingly.

One must woo her.

You must dance and participate and make a noise.

You will improve.

Your genius will rise if you make the proper sacrifices.

Instead of revenge, find the power to forgive, that leads to the light.

You are searching for the resonate images, sounds, and feelings.

What we imagine is the real.

That’s a trippy thought from William Blake.

The Sufis and most esoteric folks feel the same way.

Individuating and attempting the Great Work is a very imaginative project that chases away the monsters of the void created by reason.

Lots of 3 of Disks energy flowing.

Straight on.

I did a LOT of the most powerful psychedelics on earth over 5 years.

I hacked my portal to god open, to reality, to deep nature.

The view was beyond description.

We are not wired for fundamental reality, we are wired to be blind.

My god what came pouring out was beyond belief.

All belief.

No possible way to believe after being ripped open.

Consciousness I think is fundamental.





The beauty…the beauty.

The wonder and beauty of it all.

We are missing everything bickering with each other.

We are so so primitive and stupid.

Emotional beasts.

Nothing I have experienced compares to the love I share with my wife.

I tell you the truth, this is god.

It destroyed me.

It resurrected me.

It saved me.

My heart fills the cosmos.

Aliens  Lizards UFOs 🛸

Bahahahaha

That is not what is really happening.

We are meeting love.

But until you learn to love, you will have no access.

This is your only mission, anything else is pure delusion.