“When we meet somebody whose separate tunnel-reality is obviously far different from ours, we are a bit frightened and always disoriented. We tend to think they are mad, or that they are crooks trying to con us in some way, or that they are hoaxers playing a joke. Yet it is neurologically obvious that no two brains have the same genetically-programmed hard wiring, the same imprints, the same conditioning, the same learning experiences. We are all living in separate realities. That is why communication fails so often, and misunderstandings and resentments are so common. I say ‘meow’ and you say ‘bow-wow,’ and each of us is convinced the other is a bit dumb.”
–Robert Anton Wilson, “Prometheus Rising”
Well, I *thought* I was feeling better, but I’m still pretty weak. I’m certainly not going to get better stressing out over it, so instead I’ve prepared 5 posts for the week. These are, for the most part, much older posts I had pulled from Butterfly Language a while ago; then updated with new graphics & info. Maybe it’s a bit, as they say, of a “cheat”…but I am proud of this material and it seems like a worthwhile enterprise to keep it available & fresh.
If I feel up to putting up new stuff this week I *will*…but again…we’ll see how it goes. It’s not just being sick, but then having to catch up on everything I missed while I was sick, then the holidays, etc. etc. etc.
Here is a bit of a curiosity, perhaps to make up for it: a journal entry for this date in 2014 (if the theory all time is happening at once is really true, then this should be fine).
12/16/14: “Have You Ever Seen A Portal?”
“One shall ye be with the Masters of Mystery,
Conquerors of Death and Masters of Life.
Aye, ye shall learn of the flower of Amenti
the blossom of life that shines in the Halls.
In Spirit shall ye reach that Halls of Amenti
and bring back the wisdom that liveth in Light.
Know ye the gateway to power is secret.
Know ye the gateway to life is through death.
Aye, through death but not as ye know death,
but a death that is life and is fire and is Light.
Desireth thou to know the deep, hidden secret?
Look in thy heart where the knowledge is bound.
Know that in thee the secret is hidden,
the source of all life and the source of all death.”
Collage from 2013, “The Pooka”:
Follow the White Rabbit (Frank) down the rabbit-hole (portal).
Donnie becomes the portal, located in his chest (heart chakra). His “filters” are damaged (or is that actually activated and healthy?), and thus he can see the wider reality.
He is contacted by the avatar of the spirit realm with the purpose of being called to his true destiny and to urge him to embrace the full extent of his powers. Part of his mission is to be a bodhisattva of sorts—a shaman tied to this reality in order to teach humanity.
He initially denies the call—“When is this going to be over, Frank?”
Donnie is directed to tear down—burn down—illusion, impediments to attaining enlightenment. He is instructed to educate a terrified, ignorant world (symbolized by him hugging the girl at the end of the movie, removing her headphones—and her running away in fear, telling him to “shut up”)
Is Frank indeed sinister or even evil? Can these assessments really be made? Do they truly apply to the wider reality? Is Frank scary because we do not understand him? Is the fear connected to the threat of loss of ego, of the possibility of our carefully-constructed world coming to an end and falling apart?
Most of these insights and media today have come through purely random browsing through the Internet; one thing leading to another to another to another. “Down the Rabbit-Hole” indeed!
It is also interesting to me—and unsurprising—that these art assemblages and writings I put together so long ago, a year or two or more, have specific relevance to the present time in which I re-access them. These things exist in a timeless realm. They only have relevance when accessed—activated.
They activate themselves.
“Learn to get in touch with the innermost essence of your being. This true essence is beyond the ego. It is fearless; it is free; it is immune to criticism; it does not fear any challenge. It is beneath no one, superior to no one, and full of magic, mystery, and enchantment.”
Here is an example of casual synchronicity, via Tumblr dashboard:
Two separate and unconnected Tumblr accounts, posting similar images (the eyes). This sort of thing happens quite a bit, both in terms of images and even just contextually/narratively.
Now: how is this possible? Is it just coincidence?
Look not only at the distinctive shape of the two figures above, but the color palette as well!
This is completely “random.” And yet there is a sense of something truly controlling it.
And yet that thing is not me controlling it; and if me in some way, not in any way I could consciously comprehend.
The more I pay conscious attention to this phenomenon, however—the more it happens. Because now that “Thing” knows I am listening to it; that we two are in a dialogue, a conversation conducted through synchronicity and intuition.