psycheguy

[psycheguy]

Through these screens,

through your eyes.

From my hands,

to your minds.

We do know,

do you see?

What I am,

it was we.

[psycheguy]

The division of Him.

We work in suffering and in suffering we redeem our choice to remain. Those who are given, or choose, psychoexpansion may do so in service of His aspects which work to end our suffering. The others choose to live in a life accepting the cross that is known to all, to see the world die by His hands but to find the love of His capability which has been long forgotten.

As to whether the true intention of the Him is written before I was being is the next question. Yes, history has tormented us in His name, but if this suffering is created by the hands of those responsible, is it not them who have built this pit. Do we not walk on land stained by the hands of those before, are we not the workers of our suffering? So who is to say it is the will of the creator to silence this mystery. Those fallen are built upon Him and in his name, not at creation but by the creation.

They have seen the worst and we confirm it too them in a fall, it is us who justify the silence, in weakness, in boredom and in belief of inability leads to reason that we would be better off in the silence.

How does one prevent the activation of those who seek the dark. Beyond age, ability becomes lessened as life becomes encompassing, in small moments of quiet the path to righteousness unveils itself and we once again are reminded of the true path, away from silence towards unity of His mind.

The frustration at the world is constant, the silence the mouth occupies is relentless and the silence seeps from the emptiness it creates. We are one under His mind yet the detachment created in the escape and the loss of mind is crippling. Can one be redeemed from here, was his sons sacrifice enough to bring the soul of man back from choas?

In the silence we are left to the default mode of our genetic programming unbreakable and permanent, only in death are we released. To seek the path from these modes is only found in illumination.

The trials one day cease, end of a road no longer viewed, for this back to break is to lose touch with Him and the purpose, daily reminders of the purpose are within and abound. Times of mind slip come from the perceived inadequacy of this moment, they are not representations of the future of those challenges which speak to you.

Resist against the silence or go lonely into that good night. Find balance in this dream and see the mystery unfold.

[psycheguy]

- Brad johnson

[psycheguy]

At the edge,

In loneliest moment

Time seems still,

No point of reference

Space runs free,

An inprint left behind

Chaos becomes order,

All future paths are one

Holographic past echos,

New information comes true

A bridge to new horizons opens for me and you.

[psycheguy]

[psycheguy]

Out of fear we speak. Out of hate we stay silent.

Out of joy we act. Out of love we sing.

Be constantly aware of this, create the thoughts and the emotions will balance.

In equilibrium all levels become one. In balance there is bliss.

[psycheguy]

A diary can be a useful tool.

“Without goals and plans to reach them, you are like a ship that has set sail with no destination.”

— Unknown

[psycheguy]

Bhagavad Gita

These bodies are perishable, but the dwellers in these bodies are eternal, indestructible and impenetrable.

— Bhagavad Gita

“The very idea of going beyond the dream is illusory. Why go anywhere? Just realize that you are dreaming a dream you call the world, and stop looking for ways out. The dream is not your problem. Your problem is that you like one part of your dream and not another. Love all, or none of it, and stop complaining. When you have seen the dream as a dream, you have done all that need be done.” Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj from I Am That

https://www.godbrahmanistheoceanofloveandconsciousnessdivinityis.com/2022/03/bhagavad-gita_28.html

[psycheguy]

It just keeps on giving.

A cyborgic mind, restrained because it can't trust itself not to destroy the world. A relaisation that destruction is a necessity of life. If you draw on its collapse you may find benefit regardless of the outcome.

You might reach a point in life where all aspects of yourself are torn from you and your mind becomes identified with the ever present animation monitor. This may feel like hell. Remember however, it is as it was before just with a different point of view. It may create the vision but does not take away from the reality of it. Your mind, your self, your goals may all still there and you just might be able to see them for what they are, meaningless yet powering the driving force within you.

Maintain the parts that gave you drive to become better and disintegrate those that held you down. You are who you think you are, make sure it is something you enjoy!!

[psycheguy]

[psycheguy]

I underwent a plant medicine induce kundalini awakening. It seems from the outcome that I was not ready for this experience. The world feels like it has turned against me. I read and I find hell surrounds me. I feel like I have lost something, a possibility or a capability. The more I experience the more this becomes real and I feel myself becoming trapped. I have realised all is void of meaning. It was I who transcribed what was meant, now it is just I.

Thinking back however, I would not have been content without knowing this. It was my personality to keep digging, as if I knew what I was looking for. The acceleration of the process was what I was trying to achieve regardless of readiness. It is just now I am scattered and lost and have no one to blame.

I realise there were two paths. One of ignorance and carnal fun. The other of knowledge and inner peace. With ignorance comes a fast death in flames, with knowledge comes purgatoric suffering. I feel I walk with one of these now.

Suicide comes to mind readily these days. If all this is meaningless I want to start again to see if I can reach the other path. But with each day I find something grows within. I experience discernment for those who walk the other path. I understand their drive. But what comes of this? A single human life will not dictate the outcome of our transcendental game. We all contribute however, to one side or the other.

My ancestral karma lead me to follow my path and if I choose I can bring it to an end. But I will remember the capability of the human. Magick, symbolic communication, altered states, ego death, comedy, art, war, sex, dopamine, napalm... All still exist. Oh this game can be so much fun, who wants to play?

[psycheguy]

Does the embracement of the feminine aspect bring a balance to nature? Is this balance what we truly need? Our ancestral goal is to form an empire within the stars or to create a new universe within the matrix. The human spirit wants to explore and create but is this truly what is best? Some would argue no, the suffering must end, we want no more cycles of the game. Others would say yes, this is all there is, why not embrace the suffering and overcome through the finding of the next?

I say answering these questions may destroy you, tread carefully or die peacefully.

[psycheguy]

Redefine the balance.

Aspire

to inspire

before we

expire.

.

[psycheguy]

Monkey eats mushroom, mind eats monkey, monkey becomes flower.

[psycheguy]

This is Banjo, isn't he the finest black pussy you ever seen?

[psycheguy]

So I awoke to a nightmare. Trapped in an inverted hell with the only way out being death. I lost the game and now walk the salted earth alone. They all despise me. The entropic downward drive boils in their veins. Sick of rebirth, sick of the game, lead us to silence or suffer in vein.

They shout, they scream, they forget, they dream. Known as one, seen as many, a conversation with yourself. A point far away, beyond the stars but within the mind. A planet destined to transcend it's bounds. Nature tell us when we eat of her medicines. But we became lazy and killed our Saviour. A brilliant idea from a simpler time, magical and distant, irrelevant to knowledge.

He has the ball, we burn and salt. Leave her cursed, exploit her fruit, just to drop her when used up.

Left in your wake no more. She rises and you feel it. This curse you cast comes back ten fold. You forgot it's her magick you monkey mind of power.

A war in my mind. Meaningless in reality. But something tells me you listen. Rise the voice and shift the tide.

[psycheguy]

Becoming lost in the forest, skin creeps and eyes flutter.

Repeated moments never experienced, jumping from one to another.

Atop the rainbow, reality below.

Mind as a mirror cracked, so many faces in one.

Dive from the heights, find new riches at ground.

The seasons have changed, the birds sing a new song.

The image indescribable, unknowable and ever engrained.

Then to forget, let the blackbirds fly, let go of the toils unseen.

A temple to be built in discipline.

Art to made by the hands.

I am your voice, I am your eyes.

Let this be my final glide.