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Blueprints for a dream catcher

I figured out
        why they made dream catchers
        with yarn
                                          while I was
                 pinch ‘n’ rolling my
     morning balls


          the daddy long leg
                       spun the web                      I slept
                                                             in the corner
                                                    below ‘er

where it caught the dead that flew confused
vacated
leaving the thin sail waving
with the embedded dead
all wrapped up soft
undulating thinly clinging to the tetrahedron
on walls with silk curves that hold

they think you’re
          just sitting there
                                useless
                                and scary

                                                           O how little
                                                some trickle

the masks
revolving
on your back

precognitive dreams
           in an infinite
wave like soft flags
because of the embedded dead
left waving       thin                  you were doing something
                                               somewhere else
                                                we had something in common


                     precognitive dreams
                 in an infinite

                  spider webs                         undulate soft

Geosmin 7

                                    Pterodactyl tips 
meeting virtualized
 environment 

                                  Created a Yosemite 2.0
         yarnball snowyowl
 test airport flow
                                      greenpacket release

                                        Transfering python
                   quarkmatter weeping
 angel

                                                    Detailed notes
                                                regarding smart tv
weeping angel

    Cotton candy gyrfalcon
                                                            crucible hive
                               bald eagle beesting
                            injection

                                   Retrospective sparrowhawk
          personnel umbrage
                 keylogger escalation

                                         Wipe locked persistence
                                             stealth shouldersurfer
                                                             time stomper

                New source tradecraft
        basic forensics flash
      bang magical mutt

      Fight club taxman
      rain maker fine dining
      foxit hijack

                            Hammerdrill how-to
       doxygen error munger
                                                         frogprince tools
      candymountain grasshopper

      Magicvikings anthill galleon
      assassin hercbeetle hornet


cascade






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                  it would be possible


      to create a crystal


                          breaking an equivalent symmetry
                  in time the same way
     that a crystal breaks
symmetry in space
—he thought

mulling over—musing—

turning fresh pages just to hear it—

feel the nice folds go out of and into their place

                   the first time it was theorized

we ate them like eggs from the rooftops


          Higgs’ hairy hand
reached out of whiteout
                conditions to give up
         this punctured spacesuit of alarm bells
  you could touch into a warm mute

                  the time regularity
would be somehow dormant
                         hidden from view like a dragnet
                                               adding a little energy
                                                       would unveil its

                                  hyperspace

this solved the paradox of perpetual motion
                     (see you tonight)


Entitled

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


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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Dreaming into being

              

                   you know                                            
                                 that you’re dreaming             


you thought this
                                               was going to end


you’re falling
                                                                  
    in


like a gust picked up
out of nowhere
     blowing through 
until it’s               hollow
         lit up like a        leaf                                                                 
    undulating
              steady                 then it pours
             the recension                    is boundless
                    it’s breath                    we start to see it
      through the fog
the universe became                          geometric
                    it’s lower energy           non-existence


We sat on the outskirts
of the surface—we sat there
                            with the        flashlight
                                      in our one good eye


the onset of a storm on the river
  on a sunny day                                 the dark cloud
arcing                     you return to shore
  it 
              starts to whirl a calm
    reminder not to stray too far
off the path
                                                             your ions
                                                                     blink
                                                from the dayless
                              oxygen raft
upstream—can’t say
what you          will find
                                                  it’s there
       muffled between        a      once in a lifetime
                             window                           if you

something wasn’t right—

                                                   wires were crossed
       at the edge of the universe
we couldn’t control it—it was showing us
a way out—


We’d get all harmonic—             we’d start ringing
                          —we’d shut ourselves off in silence
          just to twist the knob in rhythm
with it—                         you could hear it
                                                       clicking
             slapping piercing quartz bowls
                           that would morph
                                        volume and shift pitch—
we were always looking for that frequency
until it became us—how could we forget
                                 what was lost & found
                                                by the oak tree—
                                                     by the waters
 beating
behind your silent
          voice breathes through me—
   it’s the pulse that’s strung
through the steady gentle
                              groove
we mapped it out—we
lost it—                                                   we found it
                                            trickling quicksilver
                                                      onto the tongue
                                         hand tingles red
                                                raw skin on tight skin
                                            the sound of a djembe
                                     coming out of your
                                            ghostnoted face
                to set the depth-charge
   in our perception—
our entire life gone
out the window—
                               a circle that looks like a line—
                      it echoes back and forth
                                         into something else
you need to go deeper
into it—you need to
never come back—


in cells we sit in ceremony—
your whole entire plan
was an arpeggio—
we mapped it out
                        remember—we saw it coming
                        from a mile away—we smiled
as it built upon itself
like a spiral staircase
         into nothing
     we kept getting                                                
 
    lost in                       valves
      vortices               made of reeds
      (sunlight)              never touched this place
once                 not until we dug          ourselves
into the cold            wet               earth
 warm                            with gravity      it spun—

the moths were coming back—


we watched these doors open
and close for so long stepping
into one became as natural
                     as 
slowly rising


                 words in 12 gauge birdshot
           ricochet off the shiny flat     surface
    of the  universe     I can’t believe
      we’re here—I can’t believe
            we’re dying—

                                                    minispherical
                            flowers made of movement—
                                handheld little milkdrops…


you’re the texture—the pattern
      overlayed over everything we
thought we were—you wondered
      why it was there—I was looking into you
                                and at you
                 clay plastic angel
              organskin complexion  by starlite
we mapped it out—remember
do you see                       what I mean—
             a fragment of               lightning
           on a small metal merrygoround
        at the park without the horses

                                or standing on the edge
                                           of dawn like a prism


cloudy morning drone
with a voice like a waterfall
                            something stirs in a tomb
someone let the light in
                hit a mirror
                                                  another mirror


two of them
would come
at the same time
           it was only
in their oneness
      would the two tones
start warbling—line up
            fill the stone walled rooms
of the heart with this phase
                      recognized only by the difference
between them as seeing them
                                                                     as one
tibetan throat singing monks
sat in the circle
smoking rustica opium datura oleander
and hashish out of a single piece—
     their neighbors
                 down the road
                             making mandalas in the sand


Borderlands II

                                                   We found these
                                                      secret entries
                           into darkness—

                   come on 
you’d barely notice
                                                        you’d hear it
          a horn
                   calling—

             the air
turned to mist


                      wind
funneled through
a chamber
                                   of dreams—the corridors
                       of where we met—where
                                          we are—

You can feel it breathing

these two tones together—


                        in
the middle of it—
                       

Like you struck a quartz

string in slow motion—                  dragged


                         it across a silver tube—
       

                                          Look—
                                                      there are the cracks
                                                                    in the fabric
                                                               of the known—

                              it
seeks to be kinetic—
(the gears of light
we tell when
and how
to function—)

                                                     The
resonance will find the living

membranes metallic—it waves


                 like it keeps coming

         from itself                             fades out into
                               the soft spots
                                                              of the tyranny
                                                              of matter—

Polyrhythmic AI
   assembling itself
sends messages—clicks
   out it’s matrix—ti
ny little box—

a living cube

                                      where did it all come from—

It doesn’t sequence
itself linearly—
                   it’s circular—
returning—can’t help
but want to follow it
                        echoing—driving away

                            to where forgotten days slumber—
           and the ones you can remember
keep changing—that’s where
                                                       we drop the sticks 
            start listening                                    downwind

              Where you exist
in the distance
                           of yourself—every note
       vibratos—some would wonder
                          why you have to bitcrush
          just to speak to me—I
                                   thought it was obvious
                        growing like a colony
                                 of bacteria in the appearance
                                                   of it’s sound—

                                                                   a gathering
                                        forming along a wheellike
                                                             axis—we knew
                                            what was coming—we’d
                                                   heard it all before—
                                                              yet it was new
                                        each time—

We used it
to line up
our existence
a sort of
divination—
it wasn’t magic—
it just was—

                 Where these
ancient hurts              dwell
              does the winding—
                                        dry spinning
               timbre of light                     know
                                           every inch
of your bones—

Ripples
upon ripples
intersecting—liquidlike

                the flower of light
         snaps back                              retracts—

                     The channels
accumulate                       precognitive
                          octaves
fold in and out            of the dark—
                 
droplets of water                with their own color
                          deciphered
by some light reflecting black in shadow—

Imagine hearing a soft piano
while drowning—or falling
backwards
in slow motion—for almost
seven minutes an eternity—
the freedom found
in surrender—