Spiritual Portal

The metronome floats by, in a circle on the wall, over a poster of Janis Joplin at Woodstock adorned in duotone color, magenta and turquoise.  The purple lava lamp on the shelf echos the future of a parallel universe, where the ego is attached to totally different things, but equally important and equally fleeting (not so important).  Language dissolves into psychic impressions from extra-dimensional points of awareness without memorable shape, somehow small and large by Human standards, shifting in appearance to the point of amorphousness.  The shadow and ideal projected in unison of the mirror standing between fear and desire out of which all things are projected as a great 360 degree movie, infinite in how long it lasts.

The cycle of awareness awakens, form to form, station to station, all words are pointers to abstract concepts which are pointers to more abstract concepts, etc., ad infinitum... Ultimately pointing back to the "I".

Snowfall over the forest where birds chirp, bears fish and deer drink, from the river that goes miles in either direction, until miles further deserts and mountains and the ocean are all found... every compass direction extending for a perceivable eternity of encyclopedic variety, until nearly circling back to it's starting point... who's starting point?  Who is there to perceive the circumnavigation and all of it's Earthly Beauty?  Whoever perceives it, does so in the Mind.  Mind is a reflection of the Universe made of the Universe... both are the same.  Nisargadatta says the Dreamer IS the Dream.... Who am I outside of this great dream?  There must be no answer to this question, in concept or written or spoken language.  THE THING is the answer.  Inspect the Self and it is the answer, same as Love and Being and Existence, Being, in motion, is Bliss, Nisargadatta also said.  Being, not in motion, is Consciousness, Nisargadatta said.

The sun also rains, the clouds also shine, the fractal also stops, the dirt also sings, the bird also swims, the fish also flys, the pig also moos, the cat also barks, the train also teleports, the teleporter also gives to charity, the heart also fucks, the sex also disappears, the magician also also also also for eternity

or End; Begin; End; Repeat

No awarenes goes anywhere.  Consciousness is everywhere.  In the Order motivated by Love and the Chaos driven by Mind.  Self is outside of the Mind that imagines Space, Time and all else that gives the illusion of separation.

~~Ohm~~
~~~Om~~~
~~Aum~~

Songs in ~~Am~~ Don't Fear The Reaper

BOB DYLAN's All along the watchtower (not hendrix)

House of the Rising Sun

About a Girl by Nirvana

Apple Cry


Gently, I guide the mind and body to health and wellness and power.  Real body and mind are all.  Self is kind to All, Loves All and shows it appropriately, in perfect harmony with the Tao.


PEACE

Hi friend your experiences and expression is appreciated! Unusual and seemingly disconnected states of awareness commingle with present perceptions bringing your own stamp on our reality. Tried to call you but some what like your word painting have not made a audible connection as of yet. Hope to see more from you and your creativity. A bit of active imagination combined with sensory perception.