Experience

Sensations mapped onto mind-made-matrices,
Echoing interference patterns, perpetually propelled, rippling throughout.

Reverberations.

The wellspring is founded on its nearest neighbor,
“Let me lean on you” it commands, subtly, unnoticed.
It goes on leaning, lending ideas of meaning.

Concepts.

Emotions navigated,
Reactions based on previous patterns, imprinted reverberations,
Still echoing into eternity ever-rewriting the matrices; the maps.
Conditionings, subtle, unnoticed; just echoes.

Imprints.

Memories re-experienced in ignorance,
Unrecognized; Thought to be external stimulation.
Navigation through previous programs, or new experiences?

Provocation.

Collectively protesting acceptance of Grandeur,
Pushings and pullings; graspings, aversions;
Born into societal perversions.
Hierarchal projections, professions, corrections, repressions.
Whoring away infinite potential.
Forgetting the unconscious desire to ignore; we drift into separation, gladly.

Floating.

Cosmic conduit; constricted, controlled, contracted, closed
The Media-cracy destroys, societal faux-joys conjure and deploy,
Girls and boys, Saturated in a Sea of Impotence.

Lies.

Negativity; conservatives conserving nothing but comfort based on past identity.
The infinite defined as, attached to, experiences gone, of presents that have passed.
Tomorrow is an excuse for the obtuse to use.
Floating on life rafts made of meaning to keep from drowning,
In this ocean of truth.
You continue to weave the fabric of yourself; only in the Mind.

Systems.

Antique worries come in flurries,
Basic needs seem to supersede those of lofty goals,
We need ascenders, understanding and kind, anti-contenders reaching up high.

Love.

Thinking requires division; language is rotten with fission,
And reading is scanning line by line.
You’re taking your time, yet reality is instantaneous.

Now.

Universal gestalts fall apart, the whole is decried,
And simultaneous apprehension is muddled with externally projected intentions.

Crumbling.

Reverberate, echo; interference patterns infinitely complex,
Suppress yourSelf into the unconscious for sake of fear.

Fear of Grandeur.

Realization destroys destruction.
Understanding annihilates apprehension.
But without constrictions, controls, structures, and poles
It’s one ever-flowing ever-present manifold.

One.

It’s too much to handle for fear of individual dissolution.
Attachments, feelings, personality, experiences crumble into the solution,
Absorbed back into the ether.

Vibrations.

Ideas. Echoes. Reverberations, waves, holographic frequencies, imprints, and memories.

You are not your experience,
You are not your ideas,
You are not your words,
You are not your thoughts,
You are not your fucking conditioning!

Masks.

You are not echoes of a moment dissolved.

The present is eternal, infinite; purely aware.
Neither going nor coming, leaving nor staying,

‘I’,
Dissolve away.

Kwisatz Haderach

Kwisatz Haderach
the 15 minute mystical epic short

It's Planet of the Apes meets Sergei Paradjanov meets the Yellow Submarine. Meets Dune. The gnostic story weaves together Islam, Christianity and Judaism as it follows Sun Wu Kung the 4-D Monkey king on a spiritual journey fuelled by the Kwisatz Haderach machine, an alchemical device which allows the user to be in more than one place at a time. When the Technician sabotages the machine by injecting it with digital poison, their world suffers from strange artifacting, and exponential multiplication of events and characters. It is up to Sun Wu Kung to solve the problem. Is he a messiah or just another ape-man?

QT Video: http://www.kineopti.com/kwisatz15minutes.htm

Limitations of Perspective in the Quest for Higher Consciousness

It cannot be known that one is asleep until awoken. What isn’t conducive to sleep will disturb and be perceived as negatively imposing or preaching incorrect beliefs unless listening with an open heart. There is no way around it short of being open to hear the truth, even if it is different than one wants to believe currently. Therefore, it is necessary to prelude the truth with positioning one mentally so as to be open. This can be accomplished through skillful use of logic; however this is not the most powerful way because logic is inherently fallacious. Each appeal to rationality creates numerous polarities, which result in opportunities of counter-force to be applied. There is no need to operate from a lower level, as though matching methods for a duel, but rather to maintain all the power of the highest level possible. This supports a raise in consciousness through higher truths, which always hold the most power. Truth is beyond the intellect, so the intellect is irrelevant. One only sinks into error by not realizing this limitation. Climbing to greater truth is impossible by using faculties of lesser truths. Rather, one must reach higher and pull. If one attempts to come to greater truths through the intellect one still only remains in the intellect. Just as if one attempts to come to greater truths through fear, pride, or guilt one will only ever find the level of truth equal to their own perspective. This is why it is highly uncomfortable to find truth. One must relinquish their own identity and step into the unknown.

It is, therefore, irrelevant to discuss the issues that the rational mind will become obsessed with and find such excitement in discussing. At levels of truth above the intellect, intellectual questions are irrelevant. It is important to accept, in some sense, that one is asleep. Once surrendered to that idea the potential to wake up appears. This may not appeal to the rational mind, but there is still the choice to accept it. If one learns to listen with an open heart it will fill with truth. The only way to find the accuracy of these statements is to test them. All the questions that drive one mad will then be answered. Furthermore, the answers will be experienced rather than explained. This may seem unbelievable now and that is fine. You don’t know you are asleep until you wake up.