fountainhead

If vision itself were visible, it would gush out like a current of foamy water from a facade of bone. If language were visible, it would be seen swirling in and out of the cranium like the sea flowing through a cave. If tranquility were visible, it would be a skull suspended by the flow of what it contains.

Silvery Fish

Once there was a diver who found a special school of fish. Whenever he stood on the sea floor by a certain rock near a hole that seemed bottomless, the school of silvery fish would appear above him. And they swam into shapes of the things and people in his life and showed him what they were doing. He saw the fish swim into the shapes of his mom falling and his dad catching her. And when he got to shore that day he visited his parents and they asked him how he knew what had happened. On another dive, the fish swam into the shape of his son who helped an old woman carry a pail of water. And he told his son later what a good boy he was and his son looked at him in amazement. And the fish swam into the image of a ring while others swam through it. He went to the cave near the village and trapped enough game to last the village a season. The people celebrated with a feast and aksed him how he knew about the game hiding out in the cave and he said it was the fish who told him and they laughed and thought he didn’t want to tell anyone his secret. The last time anyone saw him was when he went for a swim and the fish showed the largest dome he had ever seen. There must’ve been thousands more of these silvery fish who made a dome that stretched as far as the eye could see. And a glowing ball of reflections ascended from the bottomless hole and took its place on high under the ceiling and appeared to the diver as a waterfall of sunlight. And then all the fish swam down the hole and he after them.

Datura Spirits

Down by the concrete river, the spirits arise from patches of datura where the spiral that became a pinwheel stretches itself again to take on the form of ghostly plant emanations pollinated by the consciousness of any wanderer who lingers long enough for the vegetal spirits to unfurl their psychoactive shapeshifting tendrils and guide the awareness toward the unity of all things through the merging of forms and the collective existence of iterative semblances.

The Hermit’s Shell

Once there was a hermit who lived in a giant shell on a tiny island. And each room in her shell was connected by a central spiral staircase. As she got older, her shell grew taller with more rooms being added. And she always stayed in the newest room at the very top where she made herself a new bed out of kelp and a table and chair made from pebbles. Whenever there was a storm and the sea covered the island, her shell stayed put because it was so heavy after all those years of rooms being built. And when she got older than anyone else alive, her newest room in the shell overlooked the clouds that drifted over the sea. And if she wasn’t in her new room, she was visiting the other rooms where she felt as old or as young as when the room was built. On her last day, she spiraled out of her shell for the first time since she began building it and sat on the beach to feel the water on her toes and looked at the sunlight bouncing off the water until her last nightfall. And she laid back in the sand and saw millions of shells twinkling in the night sky before she went to sleep beside her own sparkling shell with the final thought of the greater part she had played by doing what had come so naturally.

Happy Cosmic Friday!

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Quantum Foam Rider

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Levitation Device

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Cosmic Wire

Life is random. So is the process of these brain melting images. Be careful to not look at them too long or else who knows what might emerge in your mind’s third eye! Use at your own risk.

Atomic Dawg

Randomness abounds! Stare at your own risk. Brain melting may occur.

Astral Skater

Skating on the astral plane is a necessary requirement if one is concerned with getting to the next level of existence.

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radiate

Here’s an image I made while listening to Mediate by INXS to keep the fire burning and stay positive!

Mediate by INXS

Hallucinate
Desegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hateLove your mate
Don’t suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crate
A heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty Kate has sex ornate
Now devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animal we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
DeliberateFascinate
Deviate
Reinstate
Liberate
To moderate
Recreate
Or detonate
Annihiliate
Atomic fateMediate
Clear the state
Activate
Now radiate
A perfect state
Food on plate
Gravitate
The Earth’s own weight
Designate your love as fate
At ninety-eight we all rotateHallucinate
Desegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hateLove your mate
Don’t suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crateA heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty Kate has sex ornateNow devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animals we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
Deliberate
Fascinate
Deviate
Reinstate

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Battle of the Eyes

Once there was a village of folk who poked one eye out soon after birth because they believed that two eyes bred dishonesty.  The one-eyed people also believed that a person could only serve one role or have only one face, as they called it.  Anyone caught with more than one face was executed on the spot in order to preserve their way of life.  A child who showed the face of an adult too soon was given no mercy.  Nor was a woman who also had the face of a man or a man the face of a woman.

And once there was a village of folk who believed in more than two eyes and actually grew another eye when they became adults.  The rite of passage was called The Awakening and involved a journey in the woods where another eye would emerge out of their forehead.  And it took them years to cope with all they could see because everything from the simplest thing that they took for granted as a child and the most familiar of people now looked entirely different, varied, and rich in appearances.  Even the simplest person among them had a thousand faces.  And the rich complexity of everything kept them in a state of wonder that provided them with a peaceful life.

The one-eyed people hated the people with three eyes because the awakened saw their one face as the mask that it was, suppressing their other faces in a way that damaged and hampered their consciousness.  The one-eyed people could not accept this so they attacked their village.  And the people with three eyes saw them as confused by their hunger for power and how they fought with themselves by making war with others.  Ultimately, the people with three-eyes lost as they were too distracted by all the visions they saw and spent too much time on possible strategies. 

The one-eyed people captured a few of the people with three eyes and killed the rest.  Those who survived had to poke out two of their eyes in order to stay alive.  But the survivors did not lose their more complicated vision because it had become a part of them in their mind.  But they pretended as if they could not see anything but one face anymore and never spoke of their visions in order to stay alive. 

One survivor asked the one-eyed people if eyes did not always deceive and if they should not poke out all eyes in order to see the truth.  And the one-eyed people could not think of any argument against this for they hated eyes in general.  And so they poked out their last eye and saw what the awakened survivors wanted them to see.  They saw themselves not searching for the truth as they said but confusing it with their search for power.  And they saw how they sacrificed the people with three eyes because they could not see themselves as fully as they lacked the courage to see within.  They saw how they made problems for themselves but killed other villages to solve them.

The one-eyed people begged the awakened survivors to take over and show them the way.  And they stopped poking the eyes out of children.  And the survivors took them into the woods and performed the ritual that showed them how to grow their third eye.