distracted by the perpetuation of the current mythic operating system,
and realizing how it has been corrupted by others without any regard for
future innovations….sustaining the dissected unit for robotic
fulfillment while the endlessly youthful side waits for the opportunity
to render something worth hanging around for… read two Casteneda books
with more on the plate, but now working through a copy of Space/ Time
Magic by Taylor Ellwood, thin book but i have only just begun… still
trying to figure out what keeps me going onward, my love the only
floating raft, but still taken from granted by the immature mind… maybe
the ego, as it clings to the surface deceptions, tries to take
everything too seriously… there is very little fat in my head, not
enough to keep the portal open forever, but where a disposable vessel
becomes breathing humanity is where the real person is at… all of us
potential warriors and sorcerers, the more mature visions resurrecting a
vital truth, but is it by true will alone or through the many narrowed
perspectives….the relay as the signal is sent out and comes back a pure
energy with all hope for the positive return, but an inner preparation
and focus to be ready for the negative return… i am a believer in the
chaos buffering against us all as we grind ourselves down in the fires
of our own motion… i believe in a mystical shamanistic side of life that
drives the demons away when we let them, but our thoughts can always
take on new dimensions even if we aren’t the one to think them so
thoroughly out, expanding further under the auspice of the unknown
outcome… to gauge and weight the situation, the ritual of balance in the
midst of this whirling thing we are in, and there is so much to make
happen before the light extinguishes from the eyes… from mathematics and
the divination to perceive the variations as they wash over the milky
opaque film as it is played by the players like a game, and no gestures
alone seem to fulfill the semantics either…
