"In the presence of the truth, the bullshit disappears."
I think the eyes, photons, pineal gland, and holographic nature of the universe are interconnected.
A side effect of your own knowledge and experiences is that you understand more. Your experience is an accumulation of consciousness data. Once a certain mass of consciousness data is reached, it causes you, as energy, to transform. This results in a shift of perception. A side effect of this is that you understand even more. Because you have more pieces to the reality puzzle, then that picture puzzle becomes clearer, and clearer still! If you seek it, your consciousness will begin to see, interact, and comprehend other avenues of syntax. This will result in the ability to communicate with other multi-dimensional beings. Master reality and the way its fabric is formed. That’s my logic.
The alien presence is real, and very complicated.
I theorize that a black hole’s density expands into another universe, re-densifies into another different black hole, then expands once again into another universe, only to re-densify into one, or many other black holes once again. Those black holes then manifest into even more universes. Eventually the universes wrap back into themselves at some point (creating some kind of shape), as well as continue to expand into new universes. The constant transference of energy results in a vibration, or frequency similar to... quarks? What does that sound like, I wonder?
I also sense there is a void which is not knowable, because it is beyond time and space.
"I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
For you I'll risk it all."
Same goddess, same.
Anticipating the images. Ahead of the memories.
"Three Buddhist monks focused their intention on commercially bottled water with the goal of improving the growth of seeds; bottled water from the same source served as an untreated control. A significant effect was observed.
There is a wealth of statistically significant data in this field, this is just one of many examples within quantum physics and parapsychology that show how factors associated with conscious are related with our physical material world."
I usually see it just before it happens.
All the important decisions in life often come down to just one moment.
" You teach in a linear fashion, but I think in spirals."
Another important element, which is common to cyberpunk, is the idea of the power structure withholding information from the general population.
"She shimmered, and Laney could detect just immediately below the threshold of consciousness a flow of data...."
“Everybody knows that Aristotelian two-value logic is fucked.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS
Light the fire from the void.
I've got the Chiba City Blues, had em for awhile now...
So many lives, so many bodies. All of them. Mine?
"Look over the edge without flinching."
De-fanged, and enslaved. I feel
The forgotten rage.
"Observe. Absorb. Find what others have missed."
See what others already found.
30 resonances to eternity.
Jupiter. The one.
in the empty, I could taste my own need
for something more.
Like a forgotten name on the tip of my tongue. Chromatic Goddess of the in-between.
There is an undefinable comfort in knowing
the void is real.
Caught between the energy in my heart, and another night sky of Strato-clouds
bound to a different dimension.
Chasing her soul, I forget everything but mine.
I am one,
Effect of high entropy resonances on steel wheels. Music. Its almost like an obsession. I can tell you why too, but I won’t. Stick around long enough though and I bet you’ll be able to see. Visionary style with a hard grounding in reality. Thats what its like really, the image attached to this post. Its lucid, its clear. Theres a lot out there in the dark. Sometimes the only thing that brings me comfort is the radio, and the mind-scape I get when I have high entropy sex with a meaningful girlfriend. Where am I even going? I think the better question to stop and ask myself is, when. When am I going to die? The fact is: I don’t know. It could be in ten minutes. It could be in 69 years. That is my reminder that life needs to be lived impeccably. There is no second chances. The other day I was talking with a friend and I said, “….Harder, better, faster, stronger. Smarter. Anything less is unacceptable.”
She interrupted me and said, ” You say that a lot. I mean I get it, but you really mean it don’t you?”
Yes. I mean it. My sense of conscience requires that I tell myself this often. Call it motivation. I used to always wonder what our collective conscious was and where it was taking us. Where it was taking me. What is its purpose? Now that I am a bit wiser, and have a clearer sense of pattern recognition, I understand that the resonances we create shape reality. For me, this is music (amongst other things.) This is the same reality that my children and grandchildren will live in. As I see many things through my mind, I realize that how we connect with each other, and our environment, matters. Internal and external. I am also very aware that all of our senses are not being acknowledged. Its like having a third eye but never using it because we weren’t taught how to. Its a fine piece of equipment and can save us from predators that lurk within its blinded vision. A keystone of sorts to our future, or lack of it, as a species. How do I express this and get you to feel something that I have had such a hard time describing? Frequencies. Music Hertz. Bass pulses. Poetry and words. Rhythm. I can’t force anyone to move in an evolutionary direction. But I can ask you to feel. Thats why it's so important for my music to be here when your ready to listen. If I can help our evolution by being present and emitting the best frequency I know how, I can rest easy. If I can leave a legacy for my species to help build their own future, then I must.
My name is Frank Hyperion, and I make the music of spheres.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper.
The void. It exists. It can replenish. I can see/feel it, but how do I get there AND make it back into the same space-time continuum?
" What happens in one world, echoes in another. " - Roland Deschain
I think everything we do comes with a focus. "I want pizza." Walk to the fridge, open the door, and pull out a slice of cold, hardened, previously delivered triangle, insert it into your nearest Whirlpool microwave, aaand done! Reality has just been shaped.
"I want to step into reality realm X." Visualize a door, open it, and enter into reality X. Its kinda like Disneyland though. You've gotta know its there before you can even start planning the fuckin trip, ya know? Or build the Disneyland yourself, thats always a viable option. Mickey Mouse Club 33 is living proof of that. Or this. However you wanna think about it.
I have this gnawing suspicion that we can make reality whatever we want it to be. Mold it. Shape it. Form it into whatever. And I really mean whatever...
INTENTION is everything.
Even when I am quenched, I am thirsty for more...
Almost a Ghost
From petals to the metal,
I chased the taillights of hope
oculus beams in the mirror.
So hard to see
more than a simmering red reflector
of my self.
Six feet into my sorrows
I have a thousand mile stare ahead of me…
I glance at the electric blue LED
reflecting off the keys.
Almost a ghost, I whisper,
“I know you’re just a radio,
but I need you.”
Effect of high octane orgasm on steel beams:
But your way isn't just that set of rules,” Cord said. “It's who you are — you follow that way for bigger reasons. And as long as you stay true to that, the confusion you’re talking about will sort itself out eventually."
— Neal Stephenson (Anathem)
"Jack the sound barrier. Bring the noise."
— Neal Stephenson (Snow Crash)
I don't have anything else. Nothing drives me like music.
33hz and I'm yours.
I actually write quite a bit...Maybe I should pop one of my stories up onto here yea?
I got this weird affirmation in my mind. Outta nowhere I said outloud to myself:
"I'm gonna ride the AI."
I can see a glimpse of what that means but I'm not quite there yet.
Absorb to the lyrics.
I FELT actualization in my music tonight. It was the BEST feeling. Like perfectly surfing on anti-matter or somethin'
Contemplate the galaxy,
between you and me.
Tales from the void
by Frank Hyperion