Day 2 - The Worlds Unseen

Each day flows in and out in and out like the breath of a blue whale, slow and steady. Each hour like the beads of the rosary one by one by one by one.

Time the escense of the mindstuff streaming through the light of consciousness.
Deep within the mind's heartspace - timeless limitless awareness of all that is.

When we find this space, this infinite potentiality of Being
- Breaking open the Head -
Opening to the ebb and flow of the continuum of all that has been and all that will ever be. Remembering the space inbetween...
remembering the space...
the Kosmos...

Shortly after the outbreath, a young seedling. A drifter in no time. Not quite Nomadic yet. Going where the winds blow, where the tides ebb. Floating through space with no direction or path. Without need or even concept of path and direction, angle and trajectory. There was just being. Just presence.  There was no concept in the minds eye yet of needing to be anything but present.

Some call this the evolutionary step into the frontal lobe.   Where we shift our center of perception from the present here and now moment of being, into stretching time forward and back.  Into needing to define who I will Become, who I have Been. The need for Identity. The need for Distinguishing the experience of now into pre and post conceptions of thought. The need to Define Who and What We are, Who and What I AM. 

The drifter is pre frontal lobe development, the nomad is post frontal lobe development.  The nomad is full of choice full of thoughts of what's next. The Nomadic Psynchonaught is full of questions of how to get back, he knows how to dance within the brain. To unstick himself from the neocortex to unstick himself from preconceived notions, to let go of self definition, to experience or re-experience from a different perspective - all things.

After Breaking open the Head. He is free to travel beyond the mindstuff. After dissolving the boundary between you and me.  After Cracking the shell of the screen where all experience is projected.  He is able to reach through the space in between the atom to where Infinity resides. It is here where we are able to get back...


Back to the beginning...

Day 1 - Who Am I

The story untold, unknown, and forever lost in the ebb and flow of the tides of the mind. Washing in and out to the rhythms of eternal sound. Truths lie within the folds of time, vast distances between the space of the seen and unseen. The infinite singularity of now caught in the crosswinds of the limitless breath.

To see, to speak untold truths that lie within the depths of life and death. The in-breath and the out-breath. It is here that I Am, it is here that I speak. It is here that I reveal myself, strip off the skins of the past, revealing that which has no form, no word, no thought.  I am the lover the mother the brother the friend. the father the sister the daughter, grandmother, grandfather, infant child, old and dead. This is who I Am and this is my story.

Long ago in a far away land in a far off time, a traveler was born. A spark, a seed, no larger than a passing thought.  A whim of the gods. a creation so unique that even the creators of this creature did not know what it was that they had brought into being.

With a breath, whew, the wanderer was born. Nomad. Intergalactic, interdimensional, spiritual psychonaut about to begin the aeons long journey through the Kosmos travelling from star to star sun to sun, galaxy to galaxy. in search of one thing.

The undefinable and the unattainable. That which has not been, that which might never be and that which might forever be.