My thoughts on the events of the past 50 hours:
I wake up unclear. I begin the day unclear. I move about my business unclear. My mind still doesnt not know that which Im running from, and pushes it away. We begin our journey in hopes that our anxiety to be replaced with the ecstasy of learning and expierence.
Dazed and Confused take the vessel's controls. They guide the minds of the travelers. The trail is compact with misguidance and misrepresentation. The hams of the evening attempt to rape all that stands for the purpose of Dazed and Confused, they are stashed meantime in the hidden premises unseen. Onward to destination unsure.
I begin to crawl throughout the endless masses of huddled spirits trapped within flesh cases, writhing, about to summon her most wonderful power, here, tonight, in my mind; love astrode fear. The sounds rush over my skin, messaging thoughts of wonder, anger, doubt; stimulating the feeling flooding my being. The feeling that raised so many questions and intimidating implications. I grasp a foothold upon the crest of the most high of mountains, the embodiment of all things beautiful and precious, its present cry for help, for comfort, my screaming agony to become devoid of all fears.
More actors fill life's stage of intrigue, irony, hope, and highs. These sentients of light provide the connection to fully immerse my soul within the glorious night. I fill my cup of lifes most precious gift and swallow away the spiraling doubts. First but unwary, in moment, it is all clear. My vision, my being, my purpose, my place. I take hold of this inspiration and sing myself praises of joy and casting away worry. I bathed in the light of the soundform, and wallowed euphorically in her shadow. In the dwelling of the shadow was the ever growing desire for more of this hidden feeling I carry, and my care for it is ovveridden by this new sensation. I want this to be real, if only my rationele werent bubbled and cast aside by my spiritual chemical indulgence. I could perhaps act accordingly to wisdom's call, but intrigue's far vaster bellow takes control. I move with the flow of the glorious night.
The clearness is overcome now, by the burning of the empathy of the earth within my mind, but not with this that I am most peculiar about.
The life giver rises now above the fruits of her thousands upon thousands of years of burning, and all of the actors move to the side of the stage with the best view. All bask in her guidance, her hope, her light. We journey ever further into lands of neon bannered trancendence. The beauty of the unhidden eyes takes the expierence to an unexpected level. Yet confusion lingers, and the cloud chokes its unwary onlookers. All engage now in delving into the feline domicile of the removal of mind. Upon placement of the body into this rotating, hazy, difficult world, my mind is locked in the grips of The Bewilderer's hold, and wrestled with my psyche for control. I left my phsyical boundaries and entered domains of the pure alien, the complete majestic. I shattered throught the glass walls of this universe's guidlines to divinity. Yet she pulls me back, voices call my name, and I smash against the glass of their realm's walls. For eternity, it seems, I am the secret observer, slammed upon a sheet of glass and watching the world below. I watch these actors, move about, run away, cry, and laugh. They are the most strange of aliens in a world so foreign that the alien is commonplace. I see not one hint of familair life to me, even my own fellow travelers are beings unkown. Is this my existence? Is this my infinity? Am I God? Have I created my own universe? Where is my universe? Silently I crawl through the glass and into their world, more and more, it becomes my home. Slowly I come back to reality, to a room of pain, and confusion. All beings present flash the morning sky with beams of intolerance and direction of emotion. I am overcome by the ghastly ambience of the situation. I seek the help of my mysterious paranoia. She tells me the bizzare babbles of a confused lost soul, must I reach out? I hide from her scorn. Shot down into the depths by the mechanical devices of the psychadellican. There is no quarter for reinforcement. My mind scattters.
I watch from afar, mute by the awe of the previous inspiring, and deafened by the glitter sparkled night. I am inspired by the presence of this embrace before. These words inspired by the very question, the stinging and soothing touch of the hidden inquisition. I spend my time rising and falling with the expierenced actors of the realm. I am at the edge of time and space, imagining myself in the arms of the sweet question's warm embrace. This madness is seemingly without end...to deny my most instinctive impulse is to deny the very remnants of my connection with the world.
After escaping my method of escape, I ponder the previous times held beforehand. The mass confusion mixed with feelings of uncertainty and resolution. I am satisfied with this new learning that is discussed for the closing of the journey. I smile at this new comprehension, this new angle. I long for these to go without end. I long to hold in my hands the certainty of all my life's desire. Lifes meaning unfolds, and refolds, as to allow a glimpse of perfection.
I stand on the sands of a windy beech, I call out the questions awaiting my answer from the ever providing god. She never delivered. I am content with my absence of judgement. I am more lucid, more coherent than ever imagined before. I await for my next escape, for the joys with hints of doubt, for the euphoria mixed with small fears, with the adventure mixed with punishments...I await the ride. In the last 50 hours, that I have spent awake, I have recieved the most wonderful expierences, the most dramatic of episodes, for the actors of life.
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I wake up unclear. I begin the day unclear. I move about my business unclear. My mind still doesnt not know that which Im running from, and pushes it away. We begin our journey in hopes that our anxiety to be replaced with the ecstasy of learning and expierence.
Dazed and Confused take the vessel's controls. They guide the minds of the travelers. The trail is compact with misguidance and misrepresentation. The hams of the evening attempt to rape all that stands for the purpose of Dazed and Confused, they are stashed meantime in the hidden premises unseen. Onward to destination unsure.
I begin to crawl throughout the endless masses of huddled spirits trapped within flesh cases, writhing, about to summon her most wonderful power, here, tonight, in my mind; love astrode fear. The sounds rush over my skin, messaging thoughts of wonder, anger, doubt; stimulating the feeling flooding my being. The feeling that raised so many questions and intimidating implications. I grasp a foothold upon the crest of the most high of mountains, the embodiment of all things beautiful and precious, its present cry for help, for comfort, my screaming agony to become devoid of all fears.
More actors fill life's stage of intrigue, irony, hope, and highs. These sentients of light provide the connection to fully immerse my soul within the glorious night. I fill my cup of lifes most precious gift and swallow away the spiraling doubts. First but unwary, in moment, it is all clear. My vision, my being, my purpose, my place. I take hold of this inspiration and sing myself praises of joy and casting away worry. I bathed in the light of the soundform, and wallowed euphorically in her shadow. In the dwelling of the shadow was the ever growing desire for more of this hidden feeling I carry, and my care for it is ovveridden by this new sensation. I want this to be real, if only my rationele werent bubbled and cast aside by my spiritual chemical indulgence. I could perhaps act accordingly to wisdom's call, but intrigue's far vaster bellow takes control. I move with the flow of the glorious night.
The clearness is overcome now, by the burning of the empathy of the earth within my mind, but not with this that I am most peculiar about.
The life giver rises now above the fruits of her thousands upon thousands of years of burning, and all of the actors move to the side of the stage with the best view. All bask in her guidance, her hope, her light. We journey ever further into lands of neon bannered trancendence. The beauty of the unhidden eyes takes the expierence to an unexpected level. Yet confusion lingers, and the cloud chokes its unwary onlookers. All engage now in delving into the feline domicile of the removal of mind. Upon placement of the body into this rotating, hazy, difficult world, my mind is locked in the grips of The Bewilderer's hold, and wrestled with my psyche for control. I left my phsyical boundaries and entered domains of the pure alien, the complete majestic. I shattered throught the glass walls of this universe's guidlines to divinity. Yet she pulls me back, voices call my name, and I smash against the glass of their realm's walls. For eternity, it seems, I am the secret observer, slammed upon a sheet of glass and watching the world below. I watch these actors, move about, run away, cry, and laugh. They are the most strange of aliens in a world so foreign that the alien is commonplace. I see not one hint of familair life to me, even my own fellow travelers are beings unkown. Is this my existence? Is this my infinity? Am I God? Have I created my own universe? Where is my universe? Silently I crawl through the glass and into their world, more and more, it becomes my home. Slowly I come back to reality, to a room of pain, and confusion. All beings present flash the morning sky with beams of intolerance and direction of emotion. I am overcome by the ghastly ambience of the situation. I seek the help of my mysterious paranoia. She tells me the bizzare babbles of a confused lost soul, must I reach out? I hide from her scorn. Shot down into the depths by the mechanical devices of the psychadellican. There is no quarter for reinforcement. My mind scattters.
I watch from afar, mute by the awe of the previous inspiring, and deafened by the glitter sparkled night. I am inspired by the presence of this embrace before. These words inspired by the very question, the stinging and soothing touch of the hidden inquisition. I spend my time rising and falling with the expierenced actors of the realm. I am at the edge of time and space, imagining myself in the arms of the sweet question's warm embrace. This madness is seemingly without end...to deny my most instinctive impulse is to deny the very remnants of my connection with the world.
After escaping my method of escape, I ponder the previous times held beforehand. The mass confusion mixed with feelings of uncertainty and resolution. I am satisfied with this new learning that is discussed for the closing of the journey. I smile at this new comprehension, this new angle. I long for these to go without end. I long to hold in my hands the certainty of all my life's desire. Lifes meaning unfolds, and refolds, as to allow a glimpse of perfection.
I stand on the sands of a windy beech, I call out the questions awaiting my answer from the ever providing god. She never delivered. I am content with my absence of judgement. I am more lucid, more coherent than ever imagined before. I await for my next escape, for the joys with hints of doubt, for the euphoria mixed with small fears, with the adventure mixed with punishments...I await the ride. In the last 50 hours, that I have spent awake, I have recieved the most wonderful expierences, the most dramatic of episodes, for the actors of life.
[ 10 June 2002: Message edited by: THE WOOD ]
[ 10 June 2002: Message edited by: THE WOOD ]
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[ 18 June 2002: Message edited by: THE WOOD ]
thanks for the wonderful sunrise...and the apprerance of you smile//
