I have second-long visions of everything around me engulfed in flames—there’s a flash of fiery destruction and then it goes back to normal, except I can’t shake the sensation that I’m in a recreated rendition of where I was before—a museum set piece with automated parts revolving around wax people.  Hey! Check it out, it’s the pre-2012 era, right before everything changed.

I have second-long visions of everything around me engulfed in flames—there’s a flash of fiery destruction and then it goes back to normal, except I can’t shake the sensation that I’m in a recreated rendition of where I was before—a museum set piece with automated parts revolving around wax people.  Hey! Check it out, it’s the pre-2012 era, right before everything changed.

(via capturedcastle)

deviantart: Bless me with this fire by *dukeofspade I know it sounds old fashioned but I want a glorious death.  I want to run out of the burning building guns blazing, or saving someone’s life—or both.  If I’m lying in a bed with people gathered round I want to be calm and dignified as I drop words of wisdom.  It will be harder if I have a lame lonely death, like choking to death alone in my kitchen, or having a heart attack on the toilet.  Will I still be able to face it with a smile on my face? I want to have courage.  I want to be praying to God. I want to be loving the World or laughing hysterically like Donnie Darko in his bed as the engine falls from the sky. NOW IS FOREVER.

deviantart:

Bless me with this fire by *dukeofspade

I know it sounds old fashioned but I want a glorious death.  I want to run out of the burning building guns blazing, or saving someone’s life—or both.  If I’m lying in a bed with people gathered round I want to be calm and dignified as I drop words of wisdom. 

It will be harder if I have a lame lonely death, like choking to death alone in my kitchen, or having a heart attack on the toilet.  Will I still be able to face it with a smile on my face?

I want to have courage.  I want to be praying to God. I want to be loving the World or laughing hysterically like Donnie Darko in his bed as the engine falls from the sky.

NOW IS FOREVER.

Although our first Evolver Intensives video course, “Awakening the Cosmic Serpent” ended a few weeks ago, it continues to serve as a guiding light in my life, illuminating a shadowy edge where obligation and inspiration meet.  The course was a plant medicine primer hosted by Jeremy Narby, the psychedelic anthropologist. Getting it off the ground was far more difficult than we’d anticipated. I spent long days and nights flailing in a sea of tech issues, giving up my precious writing time to help build out the site and market the one of a kind content we were blessed to be able to offer. There were points when it was too much.  My mistakes were stacking up and I was getting sick of swallowing my pride and always apologizing to everyone.  A part of me wanted to say f-it and run away but I stayed not only because I’m trained by many years of school and office jobs to stick things out, but because I fundamentally believe in the magical power of connecting strangers over the internet and felt like we were on to something new and NOW.  Despite the issues, a relaxed experimental vibe permeated the sessions—it turned out that meeting on each others’ laptop screens allowed for an instant intimacy between students, guests and Jeremy himself—who asked questions and improvised in between conversational riffs like a DJ dropping a set. The plant medicine content was like a living entity, pressing forward for release while at the same time being stifled.  I consoled myself the same way I always do when things stop making sense—by telling myself that it was all a part of a bigger plan, even if I couldn’t see it. I held on to what I’d learned in the course of my spiritual journey:  the resistance was my own projection—my own doubt over the goals I’d set, my own rejection of the value of my efforts.  The key was to continue to work hard while giving up on all notions of progress and completion, especially when our slim start-up resources made the whole thing seem hopeless. It was during one of these low moments that Jeremy forwarded me an email sent to him by one of the students, John Hazard.  It turned out that John was the director of the last known video interview with Terence McKenna, shot in 1998, shortly before Terence was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  John was inspired by the “long form” conversations of Awakening and thought that Reality Sandwich and Evolver might be the right place to finally share this riveting, uncannily prescient message.  He wanted to know if we would be interested in running it. I started writing him back before the video even finished playing—yes, yes, yes.  I felt like a long-waiting soldier who had finally received her orders.  As I listened to Terence describe what he thought the future that was NOW would be like, I had the strange sensation of staring into a black mirror. Instead of my face there was ghostly glimmer—remnants of my eternal silver soul, radiating just beneath the surface.

Although our first Evolver Intensives video course, “Awakening the Cosmic Serpent” ended a few weeks ago, it continues to serve as a guiding light in my life, illuminating a shadowy edge where obligation and inspiration meet.  The course was a plant medicine primer hosted by Jeremy Narby, the psychedelic anthropologist. Getting it off the ground was far more difficult than we’d anticipated. I spent long days and nights flailing in a sea of tech issues, giving up my precious writing time to help build out the site and market the one of a kind content we were blessed to be able to offer.

There were points when it was too much.  My mistakes were stacking up and I was getting sick of swallowing my pride and always apologizing to everyone.  A part of me wanted to say f-it and run away but I stayed not only because I’m trained by many years of school and office jobs to stick things out, but because I fundamentally believe in the magical power of connecting strangers over the internet and felt like we were on to something new and NOW.  Despite the issues, a relaxed experimental vibe permeated the sessions—it turned out that meeting on each others’ laptop screens allowed for an instant intimacy between students, guests and Jeremy himself—who asked questions and improvised in between conversational riffs like a DJ dropping a set. The plant medicine content was like a living entity, pressing forward for release while at the same time being stifled.  I consoled myself the same way I always do when things stop making sense—by telling myself that it was all a part of a bigger plan, even if I couldn’t see it.

I held on to what I’d learned in the course of my spiritual journey:  the resistance was my own projection—my own doubt over the goals I’d set, my own rejection of the value of my efforts.  The key was to continue to work hard while giving up on all notions of progress and completion, especially when our slim start-up resources made the whole thing seem hopeless.

It was during one of these low moments that Jeremy forwarded me an email sent to him by one of the students, John Hazard.  It turned out that John was the director of the last known video interview with Terence McKenna, shot in 1998, shortly before Terence was diagnosed with a brain tumor.  John was inspired by the “long form” conversations of Awakening and thought that Reality Sandwich and Evolver might be the right place to finally share this riveting, uncannily prescient message.  He wanted to know if we would be interested in running it.

I started writing him back before the video even finished playing—yes, yes, yes.  I felt like a long-waiting soldier who had finally received her orders.  As I listened to Terence describe what he thought the future that was NOW would be like, I had the strange sensation of staring into a black mirror. Instead of my face there was ghostly glimmer—remnants of my eternal silver soul, radiating just beneath the surface.

nemoi: Bluebonnets and cable towers (via Dave77459) Magic Hour mashes-up my perspective.  I stare out the window as the sky turns lavender over Ground Zero’s gigantic cranes. It’s a time of awesome yearning and melancholy. I can feel the imprint of the stargate—the opening that took place on that sacred site.  Something continues to resonate from deep within—something continues to be spoken, gentle whispers haunt the air.  My heart goes out to the ghosts. This could have been you, they tell me, looking quaint in their early autumn office clothes from a decade ago. I feel my oneness with the scene as it begins to switch. Helicopters dart back and forth between the high-rises. The flame colored sun expands across the waterfront and gets sucked into the the black glass of the Millenium Hotel obelisk.  Thoughts of apes and evolution and a red beam stare flash like frames spliced into the reels of my mind.  The ringing in my right ear raises its pitch.  Time seems to slow down.This is when they talk to me—this is the space of The Download…when information comes in clear sentences…in the coded tapping of a giant brain, just like in a Wrinkle in Time.  An intergalactic intelligence—neither human or inhuman—neither alive nor dead.Cold and impersonal—not how we’ve wanted to imagine God….There is no new message this time except to reconfirm via vibe that we are nearly there and it is nearly here.  It won’t be long now. And by that I mean that the tide is coming back in, the circle has revolved, the cycle is nearly complete.We are coming apart at the seams—but it’s not a failing…we are falling together, spiraling like strands of DNA.  It’s what we’ve been evolving towards all along. In fact  All of our inventions, all of our great ideas and progress—the medicine and the technology and the missiles and the bombs—all of it has been summoned forth by the ever approaching object, the one Terence McKenna refers to as the Transcendental Object at the end of time. The first download I recognized as such (being no longer given a choice) is still the one I return to over and over.  I think of it as my mission statement.  A conversation with the boss—the shadow of outstretched wings falling over the prairie.“You are to help them not to be afraid.”

nemoi:

Bluebonnets and cable towers (via Dave77459)

Magic Hour mashes-up my perspective.  I stare out the window as the sky turns lavender over Ground Zero’s gigantic cranes. It’s a time of awesome yearning and melancholy. I can feel the imprint of the stargate—the opening that took place on that sacred site.  Something continues to resonate from deep within—something continues to be spoken, gentle whispers haunt the air.  My heart goes out to the ghosts. This could have been you, they tell me, looking quaint in their early autumn office clothes from a decade ago. I feel my oneness with the scene as it begins to switch. Helicopters dart back and forth between the high-rises. The flame colored sun expands across the waterfront and gets sucked into the the black glass of the Millenium Hotel obelisk.  Thoughts of apes and evolution and a red beam stare flash like frames spliced into the reels of my mind.  The ringing in my right ear raises its pitch.  Time seems to slow down.

This is when they talk to me—this is the space of The Download…when information comes in clear sentences…in the coded tapping of a giant brain, just like in a Wrinkle in Time.  An intergalactic intelligence—neither human or inhuman—neither alive nor dead.

Cold and impersonal—not how we’ve wanted to imagine God….

There is no new message this time except to reconfirm via vibe that we are nearly there and it is nearly here.  It won’t be long now. And by that I mean that the tide is coming back in, the circle has revolved, the cycle is nearly complete.

We are coming apart at the seams—but it’s not a failing…we are falling together, spiraling like strands of DNA.  It’s what we’ve been evolving towards all along. In fact  All of our inventions, all of our great ideas and progress—the medicine and the technology and the missiles and the bombs—all of it has been summoned forth by the ever approaching object, the one Terence McKenna refers to as the Transcendental Object at the end of time.

The first download I recognized as such (being no longer given a choice) is still the one I return to over and over.  I think of it as my mission statement.  A conversation with the boss—the shadow of outstretched wings falling over the prairie.

“You are to help them not to be afraid.”

black-and-white: Michel Rajkovic (via Dramatic Waters of Iceland)     Everyone’s talking about Revolution 2.0 and how social media is the force behind it but Twitter and Facebook are just tools.  Fearlessness is remixing the world.  We’ve reached a saturation point in which the power of online telepathy has been activated on a mass scale. More and more of us intuitively understand ourselves to be a part of a network.   The feedback loop between what we share and what is shared with us is so fast it’s nearly instantaneous. Whatever happened doesn’t need to put it into words—we kiss the world and breathe with it as one—what to do and where to go next aren’t decided upon but felt through the energetic reactions in our virtual hormones. An invisible machinery no less amazing than the intricate tubes and spindly bunches of nerves that make up our bodies beneath the thin covering of our flesh responds to our every need without us having to direct it. We’re all tuning in together to the A.I. voice Inside Us All That is Great. We’re fearless because we know we can’t fail.  It is already the case that nothing will be as it was—the old days are over, the old restrictions are broken.  Everything that was covered-up is being revealed. As silly as it may seem even clicking “like” on Facebook is a part of this Eternal Exchange.  Even the corporate industrial marketing megamachine is a part of the universal feedback loop. We are leaves on a tree—each plugged into the wisdom of the massive roots far below and under the ground. Any second we’ll be snatched free by the wind.  Until then, our individual realization of our interdependent oneness is a part of a mass blossoming.  After The 90’s Dark Ages and the gestation period between 9/11 when the Stargate opened and 2010, The Year We Made Contact, the Springtime for humanity has finally arrived. This revolution/evolution is not, as we once imagined when we still believed in cause and effect, the result of one thing or another—it’s not information that’s learned or discovered, or the result of a scientific advancement or a philosophical creation. It’s more like a sixth (or seventh?) sense that allows you to feel your way through infinite connections on infinite bandwidth.  It’s zoning out and letting everything rush through you. It’s about surfing by being led from one thing to another, tractor beam style.  You enter a state in between noun and verb—in-between doing and not doing. This is when you can feel the others…the ones having the same kind of daze as you are worldwide. Of course having lots of sticky green plant friends helps… Pack a bowl and watch Youtube… The zen zone of online telepathy was what Timothy Leary was getting at when he advocated tuning in and dropping out.  He just didn’t have the internet yet. That many people realized what he had realized all at once created a Tsunami of transformation in Tunisia and Egypt that will soon ripple across the world. BE HERE NOW. The power to change the world spreads person to person like an inverse zombie apocalypse: Instead of The Walking Dead we are The Waking Up.  

black-and-white:

Michel Rajkovic (via Dramatic Waters of Iceland)

   
 
Everyone’s talking about Revolution 2.0 and how social media is the force behind it but Twitter and Facebook are just tools.  Fearlessness is remixing the world.  We’ve reached a saturation point in which the power of online telepathy has been activated on a mass scale. More and more of us intuitively understand ourselves to be a part of a network.   The feedback loop between what we share and what is shared with us is so fast it’s nearly instantaneous. Whatever happened doesn’t need to put it into words—we kiss the world and breathe with it as one—what to do and where to go next aren’t decided upon but felt through the energetic reactions in our virtual hormones. An invisible machinery no less amazing than the intricate tubes and spindly bunches of nerves that make up our bodies beneath the thin covering of our flesh responds to our every need without us having to direct it. We’re all tuning in together to the A.I. voice Inside Us All That is Great.

We’re fearless because we know we can’t fail.  It is already the case that nothing will be as it was—the old days are over, the old restrictions are broken.  Everything that was covered-up is being revealed.

As silly as it may seem even clicking “like” on Facebook is a part of this Eternal Exchange.  Even the corporate industrial marketing megamachine is a part of the universal feedback loop.

We are leaves on a tree—each plugged into the wisdom of the massive roots far below and under the ground. Any second we’ll be snatched free by the wind.  Until then, our individual realization of our interdependent oneness is a part of a mass blossoming.  After The 90’s Dark Ages and the gestation period between 9/11 when the Stargate opened and 2010, The Year We Made Contact, the Springtime for humanity has finally arrived.

This revolution/evolution is not, as we once imagined when we still believed in cause and effect, the result of one thing or another—it’s not information that’s learned or discovered, or the result of a scientific advancement or a philosophical creation. It’s more like a sixth (or seventh?) sense that allows you to feel your way through infinite connections on infinite bandwidth.  It’s zoning out and letting everything rush through you. It’s about surfing by being led from one thing to another, tractor beam style.  You enter a state in between noun and verb—in-between doing and not doing. This is when you can feel the others…the ones having the same kind of daze as you are worldwide.

Of course having lots of sticky green plant friends helps… Pack a bowl and watch Youtube… The zen zone of online telepathy was what Timothy Leary was getting at when he advocated tuning in and dropping out.  He just didn’t have the internet yet.

That many people realized what he had realized all at once created a Tsunami of transformation in Tunisia and Egypt that will soon ripple across the world.

BE HERE NOW.

The power to change the world spreads person to person like an inverse zombie apocalypse:

Instead of The Walking Dead we are The Waking Up.

 

(via do-nothing)

As the world sheds its psychic skin the snake deep within our collective unconscious awakens, transforming our minds and our bodies. And activating the spirit. Our galaxy shifts, our DNA dances The serpent twists and turns and forms a double helix with an alternate reality that was hidden from us until now— We gaze upon our better selves—a freer, stronger, happier US. An Us that’s always been there, covered by the thin veil of what we thought of as “time” and “space” We’ve caught glimpses of this other version of ourselves in dreams and in visions. We’ve hallucinated” it on trips…and felt it as a deep twinge in the air. A far-off drone.  The white noise of static. A frequency so low it can only be picked up by those who are listening for it.

As the world sheds its psychic skin the snake deep within our collective unconscious awakens, transforming our minds and our bodies.

And activating the spirit.

Our galaxy shifts, our DNA dances

The serpent twists and turns and forms a double helix with an alternate reality that was hidden from us until now—

We gaze upon our better selves—a freer, stronger, happier US.

An Us that’s always been there, covered by the thin veil of what we thought of as “time” and “space”

We’ve caught glimpses of this other version of ourselves in dreams and in visions.

We’ve hallucinated” it on trips…and felt it as a deep twinge in the air.

A far-off drone.  The white noise of static.

A frequency so low it can only be picked up by those who are listening for it.

(via metaconscious)

abuf: All sizes | [字]テレビ体操 | Flickr - Photo Sharing! It’s time to gorge out on bite-sized chunks of bliss.  Snack-sized snippets of nothingness consumed in shocking quantities!  Indefinite InstaGrat! A world stopping Mind Melt. Now’s the time for what we want most… to zone out and tap screens and endlessly flick the flicker. It’s time to let it flow, let it flow, let it flow and stop holding back. Nosis is like candy. The best part is you can eat as much as you want and never get fat because at the same time that you’re getting stuffed, you’re being simultaneously devoured by the Borgian blob of Being. Sweets to the sweet… (Resistance is futile)

abuf:

All sizes | [字]テレビ体操 | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

It’s time to gorge out on bite-sized chunks of bliss.  Snack-sized snippets of nothingness consumed in shocking quantities!  Indefinite InstaGrat! A world stopping Mind Melt. Now’s the time for what we want most… to zone out and tap screens and endlessly flick the flicker.

It’s time to let it flow, let it flow, let it flow and stop holding back.

Nosis is like candy. The best part is you can eat as much as you want and never get fat because at the same time that you’re getting stuffed, you’re being simultaneously devoured by the Borgian blob of Being.

Sweets to the sweet…

(Resistance is futile)

(via ak47)

(via fuckyeahlordoftherings) We’re the last generation of the old world—once lost and now found. We’re stretched out across the divide, our bodies forming Kafa-esque bridges between one age and the next.  It is our blessing/burden to be called to a place across the abyss of which only the poets have caught glimpses—a shimmering shore where dark, unknowable objects are pulled from the sea and made real. A place fertile with new reality in which spells go off in the corner of your eye and time moves in circles and loops while thoughts are fractals that simultaneously fall apart and come back together again. So much more and so much less than our world. We fought through the wilderness—we crossed mountains and mall parking lots and fought bad dreams born between synthetic sheets as we journeyed to the end of the world—finally taking to the deep blue sea that divided us from heaven, sailing through the storm and pressing our hands like Truman on the wall of the horizon. There is a door leading out but it is up to us to walk through it. We are the End of the Family line.We are Legend.We’re the ragtag group of survivors who make it to the end of the horror movie.  None of us are stars, however, so the audience knows we’re still dispensable and that our jubilation is perhaps a bit premature…This one goes out to all those who were spared so that they could tell the tale. http://www.realitysandwich.com/2012_solar_bomb Every ending is a beginning—just look back and see…

(via fuckyeahlordoftherings)


We’re the last generation of the old world—once lost and now found. We’re stretched out across the divide, our bodies forming Kafa-esque bridges between one age and the next.  It is our blessing/burden to be called to a place across the abyss of which only the poets have caught glimpses—a shimmering shore where dark, unknowable objects are pulled from the sea and made real. A place fertile with new reality in which spells go off in the corner of your eye and time moves in circles and loops while thoughts are fractals that simultaneously fall apart and come back together again.

So much more and so much less than our world.

We fought through the wilderness—we crossed mountains and mall parking lots and fought bad dreams born between synthetic sheets as we journeyed to the end of the world—finally taking to the deep blue sea that divided us from heaven, sailing through the storm and pressing our hands like Truman on the wall of the horizon.

There is a door leading out but it is up to us to walk through it.

We are the End of the Family line.

We are Legend.

We’re the ragtag group of survivors who make it to the end of the horror movie.  None of us are stars, however, so the audience knows we’re still dispensable and that our jubilation is perhaps a bit premature…

This one goes out to all those who were spared so that they could tell the tale.

http://www.realitysandwich.com/2012_solar_bomb

Every ending is a beginning—just look back and see…