Friday, 9th December 2016
And so finally he let go. What he first considered as holy he now saw as an empty trap, his fingers grasped at an air illusion that never even gave him the physical object to cling to but simply a shadow of his own desperate desires.
He fell through the air watching phantoms pass by as he descended with increasing velocity into a nothingness held together only by the lack of something to envisage in its place.
After a quiet hope of reconciliation, a change in both him and the other, and after having tried every approach he could think of, and after following one mirage after another created by it, he at last gave up, and how satisfying a sip of release is after entombed captivity, watching the created images projected upon the white walls in front of him.
If it is something you cannot see or imagine it becomes just an idea formed by meaningless words, never again would his fingers touch keys to an actual being but only a deformed memory misinformed from the very beginning, and no amount of time would ever clear up the mess that he had made, only realising that the mess was always only in his head and any physical manifestation of it was simply a reflection. And within these phantom mazes sometimes you may hear phantom voices speaking to you, they may speak enticing words to seduce you, they may know every darkest corner of your mind and seem to voice themselves as those walls, but it is still all within you, and those voices were never there in the first place.
Friday, 9 December 2016
Friday, 7 October 2016
Friday, 7th October 2016
A part of every person is an ebbing of the past wave and a flow of the new wave
The wave doesn't ever end or begin
We may think that we are on the crest of the wave, and for a very brief moment maybe we are, but the wave never crashes as intensely as we think it will and our end point is most usually just some foam on the edge of the shore
We are getting closer and closer to the day of judgement, seeing that everything we do do is either witnessed or judged or recorded.
Welcome to the courthouse.
How much more present can we get without projecting an imagined world
A part of every person is an ebbing of the past wave and a flow of the new wave
The wave doesn't ever end or begin
We may think that we are on the crest of the wave, and for a very brief moment maybe we are, but the wave never crashes as intensely as we think it will and our end point is most usually just some foam on the edge of the shore
We are getting closer and closer to the day of judgement, seeing that everything we do do is either witnessed or judged or recorded.
Welcome to the courthouse.
How much more present can we get without projecting an imagined world
Wednesday, 5 October 2016
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Thursday, 29th September 2016
A society rock-filled and mathematical speaking to glowing orbs in the dark sky, a communal conversation between heavens and people, the stories being played out time and time again over the years every evening as if a family's home lent out their living room each night for a movie gatherings.
A veil is pulled over the earth suffocating the majority of the people and the conversations become bedtime stories which in turn to fantasy which turn into searches for leprechauns and fairies, the talking to angels. The lost interactive mathematics are turned into a new formula, with new symbols simplified for single-minded minds, concrete and decisive, and so the fairytales get derided and debased.
A society rock-filled and mathematical speaking to glowing orbs in the dark sky, a communal conversation between heavens and people, the stories being played out time and time again over the years every evening as if a family's home lent out their living room each night for a movie gatherings.
A veil is pulled over the earth suffocating the majority of the people and the conversations become bedtime stories which in turn to fantasy which turn into searches for leprechauns and fairies, the talking to angels. The lost interactive mathematics are turned into a new formula, with new symbols simplified for single-minded minds, concrete and decisive, and so the fairytales get derided and debased.
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Wednesday, 14th September 2016
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
This morning I was walking along the train platform on my way to work and heard the sound of a harmonica ('that's nice, even if it's slightly out of place' I thought), simultaneously I was writing the following thoughts on my phone. Halfway through writing I heard the man playing the harmonica say 'Mobile man, MOBILE MAN, where were you in '69?' in a slightly aggressive, derogatory way, and then walked off and out the station. Whether it was directed at me (which I doubt) or somebody else or other people, I found that fascinating as I was writing something that somebody probably would've thought in 1969 whilst on psychedelics.
I had the feeling of wanting to show this man what I was writing, and that it was actually him that was not being creative, and backwards and cut-off, being drunk at 9am playing harmonica on a train platform while people are going to work and thinking that he was somehow better than everyone else, us 'mobile people'.
Basically: try not to assume that one thing always means the same thing
If ideas could be like stars that have people orbiting them and the bigger the star becomes the more mass and energy they generate.
For Instance work, money, sex - on large scale.
Other people, and habits effecting your orbit - on a smaller scale.
Ultimate aim is to make yourself into a spaceship, one powering your own direction, so you can travel between worlds; the people that remain fixed in their orbit, whether closely related to business and money, or the arts and exploration etc.
Ultimately I believe it is possible to drag yourself out of the orbit of these planets (people with relatively fixed orbits or 'comet people' - those powerful but fleeting instances that alter your trajectory and life significantly) and stars (lifestyle and daily existence).
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