Ok

By continuing your visit to this site, you accept the use of cookies. These ensure the smooth running of our services. Learn more.

05/26/2015

Recipe

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Subscribe for email updates on blogspot.

 

 
You stir my flesh around,
As if it's written in my recipe.
All my feelings get mixed up,
Into a soup without consistency.
My body bubbles like a stew,
That's simmered for too long.
The heat writhes inside me
All coiled up like a snake.
The lid's starting to vibrate,
The contents running over.
By now I must be ready,
Or else I'm overcooked.

Oneiro-Telepathy Log 2

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Subscribe for email updates on blogspot.

 

 
Images of streets reflect each other through pieces of glass in in a broken window, succeeding each other ever faster until the window begins to vibrate. As the images blur together, they turn into a white aurora just before the window shatters entirely, leaving nothing but dust. As the dust falls, it turns into white noise. Images emerge from it like salmon jumping up rapids.
D: I float in midair. "What is this… place?"
The Grim Reaper peddles leisurely upstream, wearing a garland around his hood. He takes off his hood, showing E's emotionless face, gaunt as a skull.
E: "Welcome to my shattered mind."
D: "You. Aren't you the schizoaffective?"
E: "I don't know. My mind sure feels like it's split into a million pieces, and I don't even have a headache. But I don't do delusions. It's not my taste, it's not my style. And as long as the ivy leaves me alone, it's all the same for me."
D: "It has been a while since your last episode."
E: "Excuse me, this is a no-logic zone. If you want to leave, take the third left at the roundabout. I'm here to dream."
D: "Seems like our unconsciouses sought each other's opposition." E makes a face. "You don't like it that I'm making you lucid, do you? Why? Are you actively trying to split your mind? Do you think a single image at a time is too boring?"
E: "I'll show you boring!" I take off my garland and throw it against the rapids. It's not swept away, but a black crack shows on the rapids, and the foam of the rapids turns into the dunes of a desert.
D: The crack begins to turn around into a vortex, like the accretion disk of a black hole, drawing me in a spiral towards it. Then oil spouts all over me from the hole, like blood from an artery.
E: "Ahaha! You should see your face. Not that you can, of course. You've been defaced." I hold up a mirror like a hairdresser, and somehow you can see through the oil to see the latex mask, covering your face like a parasite.
D: I want to speak, but can't move my mouth. So I grasp you by the neck and kiss you hard through the mask, so hard that it slips off and onto you. "What are you doing to my head? This dream is over."
E: "You can't do that." The oil turns the sand into sludge, making it sink like quicksand, and we fall down the hole. I think something which looks like the bottom, but when I get closer I see it's a rabbit. It's startled at our approach and digs deeper, faster than we can fall.
D: "This is the last time I'm getting into the unconscious of a schizophrenic." I feel E's eyes on my and look at him. Tears fall up from his eyes.
E: "I'm not malicious, you know."
D: "Yes, you are." I tense my body as hard as possible and stop falling, causing the rabbit to look back in relief. It seems like it was only afraid of me, not of E. Seeing only E fall towards it, it merely yawns. E shrinks as he falls until he falls into the rabbit's mouth. "I can't take this. You're done making this dream. I'm going to think of something normal, and you're not going to do anything about it." I'm at the living room of my home, trying to focus on the feeling of normalcy and not to think about E. I don't need to wake up. If I stop thinking of him I'll disconnect from him. But I can feel E is behind me in the room and close my eyes.
E: "I'll be a good boy."
D: "Good. Good thing you're not God like you once thought you were, or you couldn't help but turn the whole world to dust in a moment. It's bad enough that you destroyed yourself. You did this to yourself. You hated yourself so much that you felt like shattering your mind like you'd throw something at a wall."
E: "I…"
D: "Not another word!"
E: "You're right. But it's not something that I can help doing. At first I thought I could, but I really just fall apart under my own weight. I can't hold myself together when there's no one to hold me." I put my arms around you like a child. 
D: "It's alright. It was pretty funny in the beginning, when you were the Grim Reaper on a holiday. I don't know, perhaps it's me who's the problem. I try to be as focused as possible because if I don't, I'm afraid to… end up like you."
E: "That's what I've been doing after my last episode, at least when I'm awake. I feel like my bones are really fragile and I need to be careful not to touch anything too hard lest I'll break."
D: "I'm sorry. I'll stay with you through this dream. You seem a lot calmer already anyway. Who knows, maybe we can find a middle way together." I put my arm around your head. I want to turn around to hug you, but you won't let go. When I look at your arms, I see you're in rigor mortis. I crane my head back to see a speaker is jammed in your mouth. When I do, it utters an advertisement for a circus.
E: "Gotcha."

D: "You son of a bitch. You're literally a nightmare." I wake up.
 

Waves of Existence

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Subscribe for email updates on blogspot.

 

 
All opposites are a form of that between empty and full, and as there is no information in either in itself, it exists only on the interface between the two. Their opposition is all they is, for if full were empty and empty full, nothing would be different. As either in itself is nothing, we must always balance opposites, and to find the balance we must try different possibilities between extremes, and to do so we need to be free from limits, for that balance may change. To become more rather than less conscious, we must balance by increasing what's lacking, for if we decrease the opposite that's excessive.

The energy in our body and mind is made up of waves that flow together into a whole that is one and yet manifold. Each wave has a will of its own, arising from the whole of the mind and in turn affecting it. Once a wave starts, it takes time to stop by itself: it can't be stopped, only changed by an opposing wave which may balance it. Meditation is to synchronize our waves, and to go as fast as a wave of perception, we should go not too fast and not too slow.

Nova

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Subscribe for email updates on blogspot.

 

 
My heart has been burning,
But its walls were strong.
Before it found its way thro',
It retreated deep inside.
It began to collapse on itself,
And thought this was the end,
But the fire was still there,
Brighter than ever at the core.
When the fire will break free,
The world will burn inside it.
The walls of my heart are theirs,
For I am the void in between.

Firestorm

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Subscribe for email updates on blogspot.

 

Thought I fire was only air,

That fuel could only smother?
The sky will not light on fire,
Unless it rises from the earth.
I dried in worship of the sun,
Till all my being turned to fuel.
Were once to burn nevermore to rise,
Then let me fall for you forever.
You struck my soul like lightning,
And spread thro' me like a wildfire.
Wind will only fan the flames,
And carry them across the world.
The firestorm is sucking me in,
Upwards through my center.
It rises like a mushroom cloud,
Unfolding from inside itself.
All the cosmos is an orgy
Between the earth and sky.
Let me feel your electricity,

And the elements will flow thro' us.
 

05/02/2015

Transfusion

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

 

 
You come to consult me
On your aching heart.
You will need surgery,
And there's no anesthetic.
You lay exposed before me,
Beneath the glaring light.
I handle you with care,
But if I am sterile?
Slowly the first incision
Opens up your abdomen.
I turn myself inside out,
And reach deep inside.
I leave part of myself
Transfused within you.
It binds me onto you,
Only to be rejected.
Could I but infest you,
But there is no space for me.
So we'll just consume each other,
From inside like parasites.

Open Wide

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

 
Is there no one to join me,
Into this flux of perceptions,
Without asking what it means,
Or it having to have meaning?
The breath of our life is lost,
Upon the winds of eternity.
Why waste it all on arguing,
On which is what to whom?
Only what is open may receive
The gift that is offered to it,
Then let my mind be open wide,
That any other may fit inside.
Let me too be part of the flux,
And give myself to the winds,
That I may encompass all,
And all may encompass me.

Egg Opens

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

The Egg Opens.jpg

Achilles' Hubris (All or Nothing)

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

 
I know now how Achilles could die,
From a mere arrow to his heel.
He did not die in that battle,
But in the aftermath back home.
For his was a life without restraint,
And there was no other life for him.
That life had hung by a thread,
And became his thread of life.
I've never feared any pain,
When I made it past your walls,
Only to be kept from moving,
As penalty for my being there.
I have besieged you for years,
To fight off all resistance.
To be neighbors is not enough,
If you'll close your gates to me.
Strife's just one more part of life;
Why should I have regrets?
I only did what I had to do,
To act out what I feel inside.
The arrow plugs my flesh,
As long as it's there lodged,
So I will bear it in my wound,
Till hands are pressed thereon.
But fie that now this body
Won't carry me any further!
Just let me keep on going,
For am I not invulnerable?
But only in our dreams,
Is naught of consequence.
What won't partake in them,
Only resist us in the end.

Static Chaos

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Static Chaos.jpg

Sample

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Sample.jpg

Purify

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Purification.jpg

Collision

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Planetogenesis.jpg

Memento Mori

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

MEMENTO MORI!.jpg

Infeston

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Infeston.jpg

Dark Energy

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Dark Energy Reactor.jpg

Consciousness and Connection

Moving to http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 
Consciousness is made of connections. Acceptance is the connection between parts of our consciousness, repression their disconnection, so that we should meditate on connecting the whole of our consciousness, from the parts most connected to all others. Even to solve a problem, we must be conscious of it and so accept it: even if it is our repression itself, lest we also repress the part that represses. Distraction is one part being unconsious of another, so that we'll always become more conscious if we accept it, and when we become conscious of it, we already have.

We can only connect with someone or something if we accept them, and to do so, to accept what they are conscious of, so that we wouldn't connect with any gods because it'd make us conscious of all we don't accept. To ourselves, all is but part of our consciousness, so that we connect with others through ourselves and ourselves through others, and once we connect, whatever we do for/to each other we also do for/to ourselves and the other way around. All we can do to make someone conscious is to accept them for our part, that they may do the same: when someone doesn't accept someone else, it's usually because they don't accepted themselves.

04/30/2015

What Do You Live For?

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
If you want to truly get to know someone, ask them this question, and however they take it, it will reveal who they are more than any other.

Campfire

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
Faces are lit by firelight,
Emerging from the dark.
Backs merge into forest,
Which quietly stands by.
A center without boundary,
Forms a temple of our own.
We are each other's pillars,
The flame our altar within.
The night whispers to us
To trust ourselves to her.
Lay down and you will find
The unknown need not kill.
Breathe one more sigh,
Out into open skies.
You were never alone:
All share in one space.
 

Underground

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
Beyond this last gate of the undergound lies an ocean of magma covering the surface world. It's flooding from a single borehole which used to provide the entire ecumenopolis with all of its energy. Then it was found that so much energy was being drained from the planet that it began to fall in on itself, causing earthquakes.
A date was announced when the geothermal was to be shut down. Never having expected this to happen, the management had covered up the fact that it had failed to build a lock, which it only began to do after the announcement was made.
On the date of the shutdown, the rapidly built lock broke down, unleashing the now unused energy production of an entire planet as an eruption so great that even today, it still hasn't stopped.
If anyone back home thought we were still alive, they would've rescued us by now. We will never see the sky again. Even now, we're forced by earthquakes to move ever deeper as the magma flows through the faults. As the core is being emptied above us, the planet will eventually hollow itself out, and if any of our descendants survive, they will live on its inside.

A Wish to Be a Dendrite

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
The clay shatters,
But it's all right.
It's not a part of me;
And I will grow beyond.
My roots reach out,
In between the shards.
Let me wander away.
From my own destiny.
At least I know I'm naught,
Sans what I hold onto.
If you cast your shade on me,
I'll just move toward the sun.
If I were more than what I am,
I'd see you're no worse than I.
You're just another part of us,
Tho' our ways must never cross.
The next life will be like me,
Though I may not find it here.
We were meant to grow,
Not to keep standing still.
Perhaps we never will
Grow into each other.
After all we will end here,
And never be sentient.
I've gone too far with you,
And must retrace my steps.
Then let me return to dirt,
And be eaten over and over.

Cliffs of Death

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
All my life I sit at the cliffs,
Swinging my legs over the edge.
But I can see well enough from here;
No need to jump for a better view.
So after I’ve seen enough,
I get up much refreshed,
With that go on my way,
Along this side of the shore.
I am an ever-dying man,
Who lives in thoughts of life.
But never will I die,
Nor ever come to life.

Hieroglyph

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 

 

 
I can have half a face,
Never to show the other.
I must stay on your left,
And never turn my head.
One side of me may live,
The other must die.
If you can't have all of me,
Then cut me in half.
I must turn along with you,
And never cross your way.
I'm only a symbol of a man,
Tho' you'll never understand.
What's not shown does not exist,
And we write from left to right.
Who speaks, will against the mute.
The mute not for themselves.
Call sinister what shields you,
For daring to speak of danger;
Call dextrous what fights for you,
Though it's what brings it forth.
 

Drop of Spirit

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
A single drop seeks its way,
In rivulets across the glass,
I try to cover all of me,
Only to be spread thin.
If I flow toward one side,
I only flow off the other;
I am all but empty inside,
Or am I just too large?
I'd be one with the ocean,
Not down in this bottle,
Could I but fill myself up,

And overflow from within.

Expression of Emotion

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
An emotion is there to fulfill a need. It will increase as long as it is there until it makes up all our emotions and we can either express it or none, so that only if we express it early, we can do so along with others to balance it: a relationship is more likely to last through early expression than late or none.

Infinite Consciousness

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
If existence is infinite, anything that can evolve will, and so there must always have been beings infinitely more evolved than ourselves. However often they came into being, they must've made their way here over an infinite amount of time. However, they choose not to change us because any new information we create at all is just as valuable to them, and anything that creates information on its own must have a consciousness of its own, and only within them does all our information become one. As everything has some consciousness, they'd have to make everything part of them to make all consciousness one, so that there would be no universe left to be conscious of if they did. They cannot give anything to us, but whatever we do, we are always giving to them just by existing, far more than we can ever give each other or ourselves.

What Do You Live For?

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

 
If you want to truly get to know someone, ask them this question, and however they take it, it will reveal who they are more than any other.

04/29/2015

Differentiate

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

Differentiation.jpg

Anti Context

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

DSC09824.jpg

Stochasticism

Moved to: http://infinitarianism.blogspot.com

 

 

Sign up for email updates on blogspot

 

DSC09835.JPG

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Next