Dreams and Visions of SatoriD: Art Collection Vol. 5

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #40

We can never dispense with language and the other symbol systems;
for it is by means of them, and only by their means, that we have raised
ourselves above the brutes, to the level of human beings.
But we can easily become the victims as well as the beneficiaries of these systems.
We must learn how to handle words effectively; but at the same time
we must preserve and, if necessary, intensify our ability to look at
the world directly and not through that half opaque medium of concepts,
which distorts every given fact into the all too familiar likeness
of some generic label or explanatory abstraction.

Cosmic Love is absolutely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent:
it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not. -John C Lilly

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #41

Humanity is externalizing what is already internalize,
Infinite Reflection, Chaos and Transformation
The Only Magic Left is Art

Intention is what can make a being succeed
when their thoughts tell them that they been defeated
Intention is what sends a shaman through a wall,
through space, through time, to the infinite

Break Open The Mind and let the Imaginarium leak out

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #42

The word ‘self’ is as great a mystery as the word ‘other’
It’s just a polarity between two mysteries

By slicing into messages of McKenna from books, images, articles & lectures,
mind-bending coincidences emerge that otherwise would have remained invisible

If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in
the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other,
there will always be slow drift away from
the sense of self as part of nature’s larger whole

Chaos is what we’ve lost touch with
This is why it is given a bad name
It is feared by the dominant archetype of our world,
which is Ego, which clenches because its existence is defined in terms of control

Nowhere is it writ that anthropoid apes should understand reality

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #43

Every last drop Of sublime Mellon Collie and the eternal emptiness
there is a certain beauty in the hangover of existence

In existential anguish of reality The What I Have Become!
of infinity that I have learned to really experience it
in its whole array of senses and
paint reality with my dreams
and my dream paint me with reality

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #44

The present is self-sufficient, but it is not a static present.
It is a dancing eternity—the unfolding of the everywhen
which has no specific destination in the future but is simply its own point.

It leaves and arrives simultaneously, and the seed is as much
the goal as the flower I am not looking at the world,
not confronting it; I am feeling it by a continuous process
of transforming it into myself, so that everything around me,
the whole globe of space, no longer feels away from me but in the core

Consciousness peers out from the seams which it cannot see
and that is the root of the matter. Behind the mask of perception, I find eternal beauty.

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #45

Something in the air?
The sky says, "destruction is coming"
There are those who have visions of terrible things
I am trapped at the crossroads

Digging, digging,
a hole into the sand,
to recover the box,
what is inside?

Have you seen the Phoenix Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust Ring around the rosie, if you must

Extraordinary experience,
and one that will carry over into dreams.
When you start thinking in images,
without words, you're well on the way

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #46

Dreamtime lucid incandescent framework
of ancient translucent interconnecting fibers
from the trenches of a translinguistic invisible landscape

Teonanácatl, the source of Language
itself intersecting overlapping all vision & sound

pulsating, surging forth kneading & permeating everything,
deep nature resonating & folding reality

all that ever was, all that is and will ever be ripples in the ocean of possibilities
the Cosmic Giggle breaks the ego, into a trillion, billion, million little pieces,
grains of sand on the beach of reality

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #47

Death of the Narrative,
The Collapse of Perception,
Journeys into an Invisible Realm

the ordinary world is replaced
with a fractal pattern of metaconsciousness
where language, ideas, and meaning
have greater power than cause and effect

sympathies, resonances, intentions,
and personal will are linguistically
magnified through poetic rhetoric

the imagination is invoked
and sometimes its forms are beheld

it's becoming a part of the self-similar universe,
one with the cosmic dance.

Dreams and Visions of SatoriD #48

Two opposing forces in transition
As waking moves into a dream

strange vibes of malcontent
we are the mirror as, well as the face in it

Temple of Saturn
Tales of the Future
Children of Dreams

Only some will transcend the night
Only believers in death will die
Now what is the density of an egoless planet?

A dream in a dream
perception upon perception
condense down into reality

back into an illusion?
I say no! for,
the imagination is
an organ of perception

dreams are made up of reality
and reality made up dreams

dreams are not silly wish
we make upon the sky
but the landscape beyond the mind

reality is more liquid then we can perceive
and strange then we can suppose

be in the presence of the mystery
dissolve all of history
catch a glimpse of all possibilities

did you know that the first beings
came from the Dreamtime
the everywhen, the place
beyond space/time