2019-05-28

psychonautic pirates

submariners deep diving the mass psyche


vigilante (anti)heroes of the transcendental id

















"Psychonautics (from the Ancient Greek ψυχή psychē ["soul", "spirit", or "mind"] and ναύτης naútēs ["sailor" or "navigator" – "a sailor of the soul"] refers to a methodology for studying altered states of consciousness, typically those produced by hallucinogenic substances, as well as to an exploratory research paradigm which navigates these states to gain insight into the human psyche and subconscious"



- from Wikipedia







the last frontier is neither space nor the deep seas, both being finite and bounded, although admittedly the dimensions of the former are so vast (literally astronomical) that it might seem infinite.

there are other dimensions right here & now, where you sit reading this. they are enfolded within the 'present' (in both the spatial and temporal senses), & require only the execution of certain energetic actions or 'moves' to be disclosed..


indeed, there are traditions of such practices throughout recorded history and from all over the world.















you can have everything you want, as long as you give us your soul..







“with great power comes great mental illness”

- from Jessica Jones



"The wreck is going down
Get out before you drown"

- soundgarden, new damage



“my lack of success is self-imposed”

- from Roman J. Israel, Esq.





what is changing today is that these techniques & practices are becoming more widely available & less subject to control by authorities such as church and state than ever before in our known history.


the potential impact of these recent developments is difficult to overstate. 



beyond the social and  cultural disruptions which we might do well to anticipate, there is a more immediate impending development which is of particular importance to readers of this publication, and indeed its authors.. 


as esoteric techniques, practices and paradigms become increasingly more 'mainstream', we anticipate an unprecedented increase of practitioners of these techniques, and as a result, increasingly more elaborate 'maps' of these dimensions, which previously had been subject to strict regimes of control.




thus begins the era of the psychonautic pirates ..















Success is being right. Everything else is punctuation marks




















We’ve said this before, and we’ll say it again: it’s all in your head, my friend.



That life you lived, that time you died, all passed before your eyes instead of heading in.



Looking out into infinite space, the loops tied back behind the place. You see the lines that never end all go forth and round again. Space is small and all extends in curves that never end, which never did begin.




The forms create the place in numbers great counting out it steps a harmony in measure to the muted din arising from begin, the end.



The Gods were two and three, one an infant sparkling - holy trinity means one thing: father, mother, me; sun and moon and in-between.




Cycles turning, planet(s) spinning, the world all a whirl with hidden meaning. Shapes and sounds familiar and unknown, entering the world’s a hollow tone.



Pieces of the mirror come together one-by-one, making altogether that sum of one and two and three. The center of the universe is near: inside where the all the world appears. And, spreading out from the here and near, return the rays - no straight line that’s not the same from left or right, zenith / nadir.



Periphery and core, joined intensive play extensive shores of tied up space all forming from within the place.



Back-and-forth, not one direction, pulled between two sides - the forward movement must obtain a reflux from an effluxed strain.



Not black and white, but colors plain and seen pass to and from each one of us; we’re more or less the same. Little sparks, little mirrors, little funnels all digesting matter, things of mind, passing through and changing form shown forth in what’s before our eyes.






Mindful of the mental chatter - a peak above the rest: on top a throne the victor sets a scepter and a diadem. Around which all personas find a place within - without - the distance is akin to where you find the song, the sound, that blends right in with what and where you want to be and were.






A place of stories passing, not in orderly succession, but with crossing, turning points rushing by and clothed in human skins.





Life is more or less a dream, and a nightmare if you want: And though it all may come to naught, the zero’s pregnant with the thought, caught drinking from its source in droughts of countless things, divisions from the One.



















Cut it down with a tick,

That’s the trick.



String it all together with moments that don’t stick.



How can you expect to go down a different path,

When you always go through the same door?



Will-you cross the river,

to Take a way?






Take

/tāk/

verb

1.

lay hold of (something) with one's hands; reach for and hold.

2.

remove (someone or something) from a particular place.







Do you See -

 Opposing action(s) under the name?

All opposition is unity yet to discover itself.



Fade like the world you bound yourself to.



When the screen is open to you, it is closed to me.

A trap of recap.

Destroy our screen – or you’ll never see what I mean

Abandon jewels of our failure.

Pick them up again.



Icons on the ivory side.

Star memories fold.



I sp(l)it the paint on of the mirror



Vanity is all we have, in our hearts.



When a flower becomes a star,

And a sun falls into forgotten.

They sing for what is left, (but a blessing)?



Synergies - shaded by normality’s,

Dissuade calamities - awakening.

….still….

I’ll come crashing inward again

….until…..

the unleashed reign.



We won’t let you drift away. As you call to us.

We are never tapped, because you are never the same.


























The fool says in his heart, there is no change

The fool says in his heart, there is no energy










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