It’s scary as hell. It’s amazing as heaven.
Boom!! You’re hit over the head with a 10 ton sledgehammer and for the next few hours your entire existence surfs on the reverberations — the cosmic current raging through your blood, your every thought.
Scary — yet, amazingly beautiful.
It’s a struggle to bring back ideas, but not impossible. The most brilliant ideas are configured right in front of you like spiritual logos, each stack bringing forth new levels of understanding. But at the same time, you aren’t free from the most negative of all thoughts.
“What did I do to this dog? Why does it want to kill me? Wait, this dog doesn’t want to kill me, it’s my friend. No! No! It wants to bite my shit off!! Oh shit! I’m fucked!”
Chill…. Relax…. Breathe… Embrace it
“Dave, it’s so easy to lose control — so easy!” “Dude, I know, it really is.”
“Hey man, why are you brining her up? Taking me down memory lane and shit.” “Dude, she’s a hoe nowadays.” “Shut up, no she’s not. I don’t want to hear that shit!”
You don’t use language to communicate, everything is beyond words. Everything relies on feelings. And when the ideas are introduced, you try your hardest to hold onto them, but you see them dissipating right before your eyes.
“No… No… No… Please, let me just take this one back. It’ll change the world”
Everything that you thought you were is shattered — all aims, ambitions, plots, plans, and schemes shatter. You can see them on the ground. Then they begin to melt and you’re a clean slate — tabula rasa baby!
Coincidences are raining down all over the place. But they aren’t coincidences, they are holes. Not worm holes, but sort of like them… You can tell that someone is trying to communicate with you through these sequences of beautifully constructed coincidences. So speak back into the hole! Speak back! That is your job.
“Get out of the house, there’s too much going on in here. Television is on. People are singing. People are dancing. People are talking about Madison Ave. bullshit! People are desperate for attention! People are so weak!”
Get out and let nature soothe you. You’re okay now. Hush. Breathe. Relax. Notice the white buds coming into blossom.
My hypothesis: If you speak to nature, she’ll speak back to you. If you slap nature, she’ll slap you back.
My hypothesis: Everything is round and relies on curves for some reason that I don’t know. There’s a certain curvature at play. You don’t actually see the curves, it’s more like you feel them… then you, in a way, see them.
My hypothesis: There’s a relationship between your mind and your stomach region — perhaps the solar plexus and the pineal gland are dancing together in harmony. Not sure what it is, but these two regions of your body are most definitely speaking to each other on some sort of meta-physical level.
“Dave, you alright dude, you look worried?” “Nah man, I’m cool. Just inside and once you’re inside, you’re there. You’re in it.”
An idea: The process of crying is a spiritual experience. You are watering yourself and the tears are speaking to you. Whatever made you cry is built into the tears. The people, the situation, the experiences — they are in the tears and they speak to you!
An idea: Coincidences don’t exist; they are holes into other dimensions — they are lines of communication and you must speak back into them so he/she/it will hear back from you.
When your slate is cleared, you are naked. Truly naked. It’s scary as hell. It’s amazing as heaven. You are totally naked, open, and exposed. This world is for the brave.
Go in. Create and Destroy. Come back. And share. This is what it’s all about. Pheww… I’m back.
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