Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Programmed to Hate the Imagination

There is a thought that is like a turning of the screw in the medieval torture device every time someone hears it or thinks it. This thought is part of the trauma system that upholds the program of slavery/domination. To paraphrase a popular conception, humans are a virus on the Earth and all other life will benefit when this failed evolutionary experiment comes to an end.

No one thinking this thought came up with it on their own. So where did it come from? Understanding what it means shows that it came from the program. Is it humans breathing, eating and pooping that is so destructive? Is it walking upright or the human capacity for love, which is empathy? Obviously not, we share these things with many other creatures. What is being derided as too destructive to exist in harmony with Creation is the human imagination.

This is where we see clearly that hating the imagination comes directly from the false image program. Two things together make us a powerful creative force in the Universe, empathy and imagination. Look at how other parts of the program undermine these two things, and it is apparent that our undoing is not some natural mechanism but a concerted effort to destroy our innate gifts. We slow our minds, and hence limit our imaginative reach and empathic response by engaging these systems, by poisoning our bodies and minds, by taking all our time up with thoughts of money as base survival, by training us to think certain things and want certain things so the real person never gets through, by participating in violence against life.

There is another concerted effort to stop this poisoning of each well, called the image-eye-native human. This effort is the cultivation of imagination through healthy living, daydreaming the desired, and the raising of free children. It is the cultivation of empathy by communication with plants and animals and land and water. The balanced human is a powerful force that false images cannot reside in, and us humans are self-righting vessels always seeking balance. The program is weak in comparison, hence its need for the massive amount of trauma from before conception to after death, hence its need to instill systems of domination within us to keep us unbalanced.


Image-eye-natively yours,

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Distillation of Red Wine

For the past two weeks, I have been attempting to rectify red wine into a mostly pure ethanol for the purpose of making a quintessence of lemon balm. After no small amount of research and the guidance of intuition, also called soultalk, I settled on lemon balm for its ancient uses as a restorer of balance to the emotional being. This seems to be the problem I encounter most in those few people who share my path, and no doubt I will benefit as well.
As I already have. Just the act of distillation has provided some insight into the elements that the Universe forms itself of. I wrote a song last night roughly following a Rasputina melody that captures what I have experienced of distillation thus far. Wanna hear it? Here it go.

Boiling over in this flask
Rottingham '79
Sodden eyes and vacant laughs
On this barstool keeping time
Red light flashes watch your ass
You're walking on the tautest line
Take a few steps over
Fall away into the sky
Relent a few steps back
Nothing coming over but rhyme
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Diffusing in the summer breeze
Draw me back down
Spring frost on my knees
Begging for a newborn night
A dawn to wake A noon to blind
But hazy mists and tempests breed
Hide the collections Store the seed
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Seen or not the liquid flows
Down smooth spouts So soon to soak
Spring frost on my knees