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Were you there

when I woke with ankles chained to coral

could you hear it 

when I woke I was surrounded

how many of them were there

when I woke strapped down the serum inching

what was it that was murmured 

when I woke five filaments of hyphae

was it just a dream

when I woke a full lotus flame

were you absolutely certain

when I woke the ground getting closer


Orexin

It’s funny to think
about how hormones
are drugs produced
by your body
that control almost
everything that makes you you

and yet we know that isn’t true at all
—we are something else
entirely—how could we limit ourselves
to this dead iron flesh when we were
full spectrum fountains of light—

and yet that was all just an idea
—like the last full moon passing
before planting when the pull
on our waters are weakest in the dark

observable, testable—like
the last poem
in the works before the poetry
of being works its hands
of vines
into autumn’s lines

you call it
wakefulness
but you know
I’m not too sure
about that
anymore


[name redacted]

 

Used to crush fourteen hour days—
now I rely on machines

We’d all be sittin’ or standin’
there under fluorescent lights

Would wear my headphones most of
the time in my own world of techno

Snipping away at the moment meditating
smoking charas constantly for weeks

I noticed you looked young for your
age, a mother, late-thirties—you were
jealous of my speed—

Like a modern witch with your skinny
short dark hair, black hoody and pale skin—

They’d come and go maybe twelve in all—
but it was your intense energy

That stood out to me the most—
we had something in common

You were beyond me in some ways—
we had feet on both sides

Hands that had reached through other
worlds and everybody knew it—

How long we spent in this room was
irrelevant for we were somewhere
else entirely all along—

Seeing you livid on the phone brought me
some strange hope that I was not alone—

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It was pure automata—one evening
you approached me from behind—

Scissors no longer in hand
you worked your way into my shoulders

My neck—my back straightened out—
you shifted something biomechanical
on the right side of my throat—

We both felt it move as I was subsequently
propelled from reality into an all-too-familiar
neon vortex of light—

Fuck I must be dead—just like that!
There goes my aorta!

Yet through the timeless persistence it became
apparent that back there I was still living—

You were still pressing
while I was still flying—

You were still standing
I was still sitting—

And no one else in the room
had any idea what was happening

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When I came back I told you
and everyone else

In endogenous ecstasy and disbelief
all was fiery—aglow and reassembling—

The dynamics of possibility may reveal itself
as gifts you can receive only once—

What was this that set us apart—brought us together—
and is it that which makes us just like everybody else

 

 

 

 

Only from his wholeness can man create a model of the whole


Holonomic clues 

                                                     discerning 

                   consciousness awake: 


   gamma synchrony
characteristically brief
                               
(about 3 seconds at most)
           synchronous states attained
                                                through meditation
                                             that require less energy
                                             than other mental states

                   resulting in quantum electrodynamics
        consciousness
residing in the frequency domain
        congruent to Bohm’s implicate order

                                                        Carl Jung
                applied to foundations
                          of quantum mechanics
      comprising a practice of
      self knowledge
                                         to express the impossibility
                                        of final determination
                                       of the categories
                                      of ‘physical’ and ‘psychic,’

      where consciousness
might be found to reside—
                      ‘integrate and fire’ neural
            model brain mapping so far
        has not been very fruitful—

                         biological quantum computer—
          we gained an idea for human memory—
conscious understanding is non-computational—

                                 ‘self-collapse’ is consciousness

              we can imagine our conscious minds
        as something akin to an orchestra
warming up

Russell Targ talked about
the long and successful history
of the remote viewing program
that he managed for Third Eye Spies

                                      remote viewing is so easy
                  that even a scientist can do it

            show me the surprising images
                                   that come into your mind

                          there is a notion of approximate
  reality associated with the quantum
                              realm sandwiched between
                                           improbabilities

                                         the way presuppositions
are implicit
                              unconscious assumptions
that often have a dangerous way
                       of sneaking into our theories
unquestioned–

examine more closely that of
                            objectivity: that there exist such
                                                  things as objects

                                challenging can be understood
       to be a process of questioning

         we can then keep track of subject
                          and object with every distinction
                                         being made

Classical theory is a process

the arena is in the mind…

                             “Which mind?” (mind VS matter)
                                since experience consists
                                  of both subject and object

  Dreams can thus provide us
with a good metaphor for the quantum
  paradigm with One Mind cosmology
             can qualitatively
  explain and predict

                 viewing the universe as a multiverse
        with closed timelike curves—
wormholes connecting universes—

Such a conceptualization of the multiverse transcends linear dynamics, so everything can be considered as being part of parallel universes, where previous time travel paradoxes no longer wreak the kind of havoc we’ve come to expect. Both the “knowledge paradox” and “grandfather paradox” can be resolved through chronological-respecting qubits and consistent time-looping qubits. What comes out of one wormhole thus goes into another world, with entanglement being preserved overall throughout the multiverse

             As soon as you have wormholes
             you have consciousness
operating in a block universe

               Both future and past are located
                                               on the horizon

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Entirely cut up and rearranged from:
RealityShifter’s blog
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The sound

   Vaporizing harmine
  & harmaline all
blue and green

  We’d speed up
 pitch tempo and time
every night

   The powdery taste
  of their cherryish
boiling points

      The agents
     isolated
    from esphand
   to ward
  the evil
 eye

Of our time

   Who knocks
  on the door
 that hasn’t burned
the acrid seed

  I could
 feel myself
unlatching

   There at the crux
  of my departure
 was the potato-gun-like
sound

  This was all
standard procedure

   The cylindrical THWONK
  of something launching—
 something exploding—
beyond loud—

  Letting go
 into a crescendo
of lifetimes

  Awakening
 to a roulette
of new beginnings

Again and again


Autonomous

          Believe nothing


you’ve been fooled
                                                        From day one
           everything you lap up


                           Is a lie
                                preprogrammed & designed


     With the intent to oppress
                    hold you back
                                                       From what you
  could have been—


Do you feel jaded


             are you angry
                                                Disillusioned
                                                      tell me


                     What you’re
going to do
                                                                  Coward
                                                                   tell me


                        How does it you feel
       to know you’ll never
                     Truly be alive