bee-boop-deep-doop

the air of the future seems to be thick with all sorts of 'waves' traveling and undulating at all sorts of different hertz. gigahertz, frequencies and channels and who knows what else!?!?! well we've all seen or heard of these, but its high time we start testing such simple and cheap gadgets. While my friend's pussy is all over me (his cat) there is a new connection between us...well it seems so. I've been wearing this Aluminum Foil Deflector Beanie all day long under my hat and it's honestly had this warm sensation in and around my brain and mind since setting this shiny peter pan cap on my skull. As someone curious about all things in this life, I'm always one to say, "why the fuck not?" and try pretty much anything that isn't going to instantly kill me...or very soon after induce such distance to 'being'. So I'll see what it's like to wear a Deflector Beanie for a day or two and see if anything interesting happens. All things, everything changes the way we perceive things, perhaps not entirely noticeable, but everything is slightly skewed by everything else, all these lights bouncing and playing in a perpetual symphony, this is our 'reality'.

Either way...go build yourselves an Aluminum Foil Deflector Beanie and see what happens for yourself!...and be CERTAIN to pay attention to step/picture 7...it's a MUST!

http://zapatopi.net/afdb/build.html

Enjoy your travels!

cosmic funky love vibrations...mirror images with light we all are...indeed!

If you don't know my man Dam Funk...do, please.



love...funk styles

honest-tune-gosh

been listening to this song pretty much ALL DAY!
with the light again. delirium is wondrous. the shadows glaring in such specific ways, saying hello to the sun and wind without a murmur...



enjoy

as always!

light and love to all

The inspiration of freedom through explorative madness

This man is a true mystic, innovator, explorer, inexhaustible curiosity and wonder (wander as well), and, to me, a true master of the English Language (manipulator and mindfucker) through the precise manipulation of both spoken and written words. Thelema was his passion...no, beyond that, his life.

Please check out a book of his if you feel so intrigued as to who/what-beast has influenced so much (creativity, philosophy [the disintegration of it, to dissipate confinement], and mostly how to loose the facade of self and belief) of my life and being.

In light.

a greeting: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law"
a reply: "Love is the law. Love under will."

Thelema...do some research if you feel so inclined

With the light, a loved one, and nature...inspired

Amazing video of an amazing artist



enjoy

texture like sun

warmth spreading, embraced by the twinkling glimmers of creativity. Cloud shaped skies reach out and the numbness hums a melody in serene tones, a soft opera with the voices of the wind. With each beat of the heart emits a divine allusion towards the coming shape of change, transformations aligning with space/time moon cycles. Lunar lights glisten, raining down with gravity's aide to enshroud the silhouette of the higher self magnetism in stardust.
where is it that all these borders came from? sprung up, this invisibility, like the confinement of incarceration, both physical and mental, forcing the boxes, the limited reach of context and the vernacular we're able to explore: infinite potential wrangled, caged and stolen of all conscious freedom. This underlying poison, the leech of life-energy, vampiric, oh how they make us believe in what's a mere fraction of actuality! The hope. The availability in creative originality. Unlocked potential forced to believe that 'a key' is the way to be free yet not realizing the impact of the implication that a key is even needed, by proxy, already imprisoned unknowingly.
Imbibed in the blood flow, the directions and vectors, trajectories in all directions, meeting, leaving, simultaneously. Conscious of each other, quantumly entangled, a form of universal connectivity, sharing being. This is all so simple to see, the calm flow, the desire to live on, it's all happening, constantly, within each of us. Relativity in clarity, face forward naked flash of an irresistible honesty.
Let's all share this.
Let's all hope for this.
Let's all become this.
for we already are,
just in wait to accept it
all.

Potions and Tats

here's some recent photographs captured while journeying...psychedeRic!



and the finished tattoo. Sak Yant style

obsession: sincerity

I don't have much to offer as a citizen...
or as a person in this modern race,
aside from honesty and humanity.
connecting hearts and minds alike.
If this is all I have to offer,
would you still
care
to know?

slumbers

How long have I been asleep? Un-everything and seeping in corners so abundant that one can't find a difficult way out of it all, like breathing, coming natural and passing with the ease of swaying motions. Confined only by the willingness to abruptly shake and rattle the silly shapes we draw of our lives, hindered by the words we watch ourselves speak. Piano sonatas play with the rain. A gaze to change the essence of a day. Where was it all mistaken for just another sequence of nows and entwined with the consistency of expectations? Heaving each hope to stay alive, encapsulated in a couch hidden by the drawn shades, festering thought provokes a fractal array, we stay away. Demagnetized by some static disruption, the desire to be plucked from time seems to be a conscious set: intention-thought-motion -- in no specific order, rather simultaneous in structure. Spanning out beyond the latent measurements of time, which causes irregularities in the constant presence of 'being' (thought, creativity, expansion, retraction), the essence of interacting with the self which is only seemingly, reaching a point of escape velocity. Snapped-rubberband-pop-action-energetic emission, to become the commissary to provoke those still sleeping, wake up! The alarms have been snoozed perpetually, phone-ringers silenced and gagged by all means, this forced silence, this space between breaths, this space...causing a tumultuous wake in sentimentality, in honesty, breaking the very means by which we communicate before words, together, silently. In dreams the distance is but a notion, loose and malleable, but the structure we unconsciously agree on while waking can only be trifle philosophy, a void of formulated consistency shouldering its own weight. The paradox can stretch on and we can also continue to slumber, waiting, getting over things, settle into changes...but it still remains a constant, this shifting, this becoming. Blind irregularities embrace and gather to loose form and become a flow, a wave function of organic matter. Fluctuating awake, smiling.