GENIUS FORUMS

Once Tao (the wholeness of reality) has an impression upon the heart and mind.. there begins the eternal mystery. Such as learning to up your own naturalistic or mechanistic symbolism.. A friend spoke to me with a sublime balance.. we were walking down through a fertile plain, I stopped and picked up a shaving of wood. It was black and tan. A sense of black rain.

Or, as was my birthday, sister and brother and friends were celebrating. Someone spoke of cigarettes and a pack of 9's. I spoke of 9+1 equaling 10. A gasp for air. But it was not second hand, under the table. They then took to their wine glasses, and began to rub sand to get with the equation. Music was produced, off the top. It was 33 hertz frequency.

My foot morphed into an adobe shaped abode. A cat that was myself with black and white markings hopped out of the end of a tree trunk.

I stare into my shadow to really see myself. With the sun at my back, I pile up. It is then, I dance. The many shapes, are my self. Sometimes, I see into the future. Shhh :-) (Emperical Inkblotter).

Insects etch friendly patterns. Standing outdoors, at midnight, talking with brother and friend, a moth rapidly spins in a propulsion circle. Plasma was my name.

Also with Tao, one can open a book of paintings, and see where they are.

With the right perception, our irregular thoughts become corrected through Nature - for knowledge. Inverse square logic. \

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Language is abstract. When someone speaks in 'two bit' ("shu sha") it's an under up. Or, "aul ug." (circle shine). Shifting di-mensions through language.

The sky I blend. My mind with tree. A planet, waves.

Tree says, "Learn to remain in center. And let rings grow. But, first know... My leaves collect the rain, and gather the sun. And at my peak, I breathe in the carbon dioxide of others. To give some O2. Sun and rain make rain bow. Which arches. 4 pride."

All colors... love?

Was the wheel invented from the sun, or the moon? Maybe both to ride the tides...

To dissolve the self, begin to talk with plants.

Science into spirit is the essence of metaphor. Which is both hemispheres. Only natural.

In the forest, I enter Japan. In the city, I ride the subway.

Upcoming...

Guitar processed, Music data mpeg3.

"5.17.08 - Space Mountain in Reverse"

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Theme of the day.

"5.17.08 - B-625"

One more.

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"5.18.08 - Ebuun.mp3"

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(More insights soon ;-)

A Lesson in Magick (and Tao)

"Prelude to good conversation. A Jazz album. Or the beginning of an autobiographical self-portrait."

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After creating the above neon blue design, I ventured to find my mother having trouble 'folding into herself..' - after attempting to fix a broken 'folding window' (dream imagery 'eyes') - as such, 'her dotted lines' went scattered. So, here was my opportunity to access my freeform jazz imagery. To take off my 'blues cap' (donated somewhere down the DNA code), I had to break from the house cat - with its purring and licks, and morph into the bobcat.. with its 'self-scratching & biting' (dream imagery 'lighting matches and bass drum kicks') Once there, I sat up. Moved over, and to the slide. 3-5. Helping fix the 'folding window' included uping a circular hinge into place ('whole into slot') as well as a right angular hinge ('stable geometry'). Problem solved. As such, my watchful eye (refer to design, once instructions are finished...) one upped (1+).

Get a Blog, Steve. This has gone on way long enough.