Although I appear to be sitting still, things really happen when I let the Tumblr streams take me away…I surf link to shining link, fearlessly escaping into the internets…IMHO Tumblr creates the most opportunities for online telepathy out of all the social networks. The reblog action is the current inside the streams—it’s what makes Tumblr move.  The goal is not to create but to gather—and not in order to hold on to but to funnel through—to open up and let go into the flow.  Without being fully aware of it I’m learning to read the secret language of the world.  I’m mingling on new levels of existence.  I’m on a journey and uncover truths hidden along the way like extra points in video games.  I let myself respond—I love things, I add to my lists and adjust priorities. I make notes, I create drafts. I sip coffee, I blip a tune or two, I pack a bowl. I wake up on another level.  I pay attention. The Tumblr stream connects with my “real” life and vice versa. The telepathy leaps from being online to being everywhere.  The cannabis reveals the connectors in the details— the rainbow fractals on the bright edges of the clouds. The sensation of passing in and out of energy grids in the real world the way we move between networks online. Was this the feeling Jesus had—the split second sensation of all of the fish in the ocean having a weighted magnetic density that i could pull towards me at will— [and then it’s gone] My ears are ringing in time with the Central Generator—last night’s musical after shocks…the toxic twinge of nerve death.  Yet I’m rising over it—surfing it with a huge grin on my face.

Although I appear to be sitting still, things really happen when I let the Tumblr streams take me away…I surf link to shining link, fearlessly escaping into the internets…IMHO Tumblr creates the most opportunities for online telepathy out of all the social networks. The reblog action is the current inside the streams—it’s what makes Tumblr move.  The goal is not to create but to gather—and not in order to hold on to but to funnel through—to open up and let go into the flow. 

Without being fully aware of it I’m learning to read the secret language of the world.  I’m mingling on new levels of existence.  I’m on a journey and uncover truths hidden along the way like extra points in video games.  I let myself respond—I love things, I add to my lists and adjust priorities.

I make notes, I create drafts.

I sip coffee, I blip a tune or two, I pack a bowl.

I wake up on another level.  I pay attention. The Tumblr stream connects with my “real” life and vice versa. The telepathy leaps from being online to being everywhere.  The cannabis reveals the connectors in the details— the rainbow fractals on the bright edges of the clouds. The sensation of passing in and out of energy grids in the real world the way we move between networks online.

Was this the feeling Jesus had—the split second sensation of all of the fish in the ocean having a weighted magnetic density that i could pull towards me at will—

[and then it’s gone]

My ears are ringing in time with the Central Generator—last night’s musical after shocks…the toxic twinge of nerve death.  Yet I’m rising over it—surfing it with a huge grin on my face.

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