3/22/10

 

If there is anything that I've learned throughout my life so far, it's that perception can make or brake this life. Our consciousness organizes and categorizes on levels we are not even capable of perceiving, but if we focus on how we interpret things we can allow ourselves to be free. During one of my escapes from reality, the walls of my house had another layer just about a centemeter away from the physical wall. This layer was like a wall of its own but was an interconnected web of geometric shapes. While inspecting the room I noticed that this pattern continued onto the floor covering the carpet and most other large surfaces. During the times I stopped my mind from its own wanderings, and looked upon this covering its shape would change from something pleasant to something which made my insides churn. The shapes morphed into strange insect-like faces which filled me with fear. I found myself on my knees and I could see these horrific face-shapes on my floor squirm into my body. I watched as my veins and skin bumped from where it touched the floor up my arm until I could take no more. Losing myself again in a psychedelic thought form. When I came back to what could arguably be called reality, I noticed that shapes upon the wall were back to their original shape. This time I looked at this pattern with wonder and appreciation understanding that it was a part of me, as much as I was a part of it. The shapes then lulled, the space in-between the lines of the shapes grew. I felt a wave of euphoria sweep across my body. The shapes then took a face-form again but this time one of a jovial nature...
For 6 hours this process occurred, switching each time from positive to negative. I felt the complete depth of each feeling. I was that feeling. During this time though I was disillusioned and believed these images to be higher beings with a consciousness of their own. I wasn't far off, but not quite on either.

For they were merely the visual projections of a psychoactive mind. When your brain is super-pumped, your best tool becomes your master. You cannot control the places it goes, it controls you.

THIS IS LIBERATION. liberation from the things we are taught to believe. Liberation from the false beliefs which barrage us all from birth...Liberation from your own mind.

Everyday, people create the same scenarios, with the same outcome, never really thinking much of it. The answers are all right there SCREAMING for your attention, but you just speed by, your mind just to damn preoccupied. Absorbed in the comfortable(not necessarily pleasant) thoughts its always been thinking.

I write this half as therapy for my regaining clarity, but half also to share a bit of what I took from it. Those morphing geometric face-shapes directly mirror the minds ability to morph reality. I'm not talking about tripping face reality, I'm talking about the 9 -5 grind, the sober mind. The people and places you go, the food you eat, the place you live. Everything you need is already inside of you, its just a matter of taking responsibility, grabbing life by the balls and saying, "Yeah, uh, you're fucked, because I'm calling the shots now." This doesn't mean to live life like you are some righteous omnipotent being, it just means being open, and truly seeing.

This life is here for us to all enjoy it! LOVE IT! let go of your dogmatic views and do what it is you were born to do. live.