These past months have been ones so full of doings in the physical reality that feelings of absolute saturation have left me with little time to write. The inner waters surge and overflow because playing out in the inner perceptual reality is a single existential question. What is the true nature of reality?
Continuing my work with plasma is a journey of alchemical transformation. As one moves deeper into the world of spirit or the unseen there is less and less to hold on to, this brings with it a certain discomfort as the outer world reflects a state of being, a future that is uncertain. Often spoken about with the friends who come calling is this focal point and truly words fail to describe a vastness that holds so much potential yet defies conformation to worn out systems of indoctrinated belief. Worlds of wonder open before the inner eyes only to evaporate in the swirling mist leaving the explorer of consciousness in further states of wonder.
But I digress in my attempt to put to writing some small part of what is perceived… There are a few voices left on the internet of things that continue to open doors of perception, to what I feel instinctively, are rivers of consciousness, the ones I have learned to trust for within is a single resonant of song of freedom. My gratitude is continuous for the voice of Max Igan.