travel well

passing through sleep's gaze,
passing through

"The heat of the Sun warmed my skin and sank into my muscles and bones. As the fiery pulsations of light radiated from the star, I harmonized my breath, my entire existence, with its rhythm, which drew me into its furnace of cosmic comprehension. When there was no differentiation between the limits of my body-mind and the radiant matrices of solar light, I entered its labyrinth of lens-like crystalline chambers and returned to that from which I came. Quenched in this reunion, I moved beyond the Sun and found the container of my consciousness floating above it in a silence that was absolute. I drifted in a sea of potentiality. There was neither the passage of time nor the absence of its passage.

A starry display before me, I beheld the courtship of creation between the Sun and Earth. Liquid gold fractals of geometric energy formed an unremitting arid endless transmission of light-code Intelligence pulsing in orgasmic spherical waves from the Sun, generating the photonic matrix of creation, cascades of primal data rippling out to Earth's bio-spheric aura. A responsive shiver of energy emanated from Earth, an egg-like receptive embrace which integrated the electric seed impulse of the Sun's attentions, a womb from which all cosmological solar transmissions were birthed into time and space. 

This sacred communion formed interference patterns of geometries that nested seamlessly, morphing, birthing ever more dense fields of manifestation. The life mandate, entering the bio-spheric membrane of Earth, descended into the crystallization of matter, translating light's subtle impulse as life forms that walk, fly and swim, clothed in fur, feather and skin... trees, flowers and shimmering wings; Earth interpreting the love from her Sun as the living poetry of form and feeling, color and sound. Into the ratio of this symbiotic relationship was the peripheral but essential influence of other planets through whose presence within this solar system the symbiosis of evolution was coded.

It was then that I felt the discordance.

It reminded me of every negative response, thought or feeling that I had ever experienced within the scope of my life as a Human. I felt from behind me in the shadows of space, a transmission; a contorted mutant influence. Its invasive presence permeated the sacred communion I had witnessed, downgrading the resonant tantric harmonic created by the two potencies of creation transmitted and received by Earth and Sun to that of a lesser frequency, disrupting the sacred order of evolutionary embryogenesis, and instead, birthing a deformed fetal paradigm, creating a field of diffracted frequency around the planet in which all living units of circuitry collectively transmitted the electromagnetic consensus of a mortal realm, a cocoon of belief in which the dormant immortality of Humanity never finds its wings, but dies over and over again.

I understood that this imposter within our solar system has brought death to Earth, showing only one face, keeping its dark side in the shadows. Its ultra-magnetic field instigates the dualistic infrastructure of conflict that has, in the living memory of Humanity, torn the world apart. It stabilizes the genetic mutation of the divine blueprint of all life forms on Earth, perpetiiating the disconnection of core circuitry that would allow for the reciprocal communion of life with the Source of its Creation.

This congenital disconnection has spawned a devastating spiritual chasm to be filled with innumerable erroneous concepts of God, creating a deeply rooted mycelium of deception in the Human psyche. The transmission of this synthetic and heartless presence never misses a beat, but transmits its mutant message relentlessly and remorselessly in the disease, suffering and death it has catalyzed since it was placed within Earth's orbit. It is the grand deceiver in the sky. It is our moon."

Juliet J. Carter, Worldbridger

Gulls on Copper Coast, County Waterford, Ireland
by E ©2016

angels and icons

Florence in its role as the traditional birthplace of the Renaissance is much like an open air museum with galleries dedicated to the worship of art, beauty and enlightenment. Today, Los Angeles takes centre stage in promoting and worshipping these ideals, showing the rest of the world how the gods and goddesses of the 21st Century are packaged and revered.

Los Angeles fuels the imagination. You can be a porn star and a physicist. You can decide to study Zen Buddhism until the next lifestyle trend seduces you. There are no rules. It has to be one of the most ridiculously wonderful cities in the world.

While Florence's piazzas attest to its rich history of art and architecture, Los Angeles is a landscape of concrete with no sense of self justification. It is architecturally and linguistically free. No one thinks that L.A. "works," or that it's well-designed or even that it makes sense to have put it there in the first place; they just think it's interesting, a place to indulge your latest addictions and be your creative untamed self.

Los Angeles is a place where you can confront the objective fact that you mean nothing. Everything precedes you and is bigger than you and more abstract than you. Everything is indifferent to you. You don't matter. You're free. It is a post post-modern landscape of indifference.

Just as Florence with its legendary paintings of prophets and saints paved the way for the visits of future gods, the billboards on Sunset Boulevard do the same thing. The legendary images are everywhere. They’re fresh and formidable. A pantheon of prophets and icons, ripe with merchants selling their dreams, Hollywood peddles 21st century renewal and rebirth

© 2016
E/R


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* During the Renaissance, money and art went hand in hand. Artists depended entirely on patrons while the patrons needed money to foster artistic talent. Wealth was brought to Italy in the 14th, 15th, and 16th centuries by expanding trade into Asia and Europe.

Merchants brought with them ideas from far corners of the globe, particularly the Levant. Venice was Europe's gateway to trade with the East, and a producer of fine glass, while Florence was a capital of textiles. The wealth such business brought to Italy meant large public and private artistic projects could be commissioned and individuals had more leisure time for study * Wikipedia~Renaissance

Lost In Thought

Take Me To Church

via Victoria LaPage @ Arctic Origin of Civilization - 2

image from Arkaim (Wikipedia) via camonica-club.blogspot.com

Low Altitude

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

————————————— — Rumi

I fly at a delicately-low altitude
You feel it viscerally in your soul
——and your wingspan lifts me
———–like earth’s breath
I empty myself of sadness
——–such is the power of storms
Some things are too sacred
——–to be uttered
Time slips away
I open doors
———–time stands still
Flying at a delicately low altitude
—–stalking music in a house of mirrors
———-I search for instructions
The key hides in the patterns
—— my magical thinking refuses to acknowledge
I can disappear
—— the way mountains turn bluer on the horizon
or a slow virga sublimes
————You listen to the silence
drawn on the ashes of ancient sacrifices
——-know the redeeming power
————-of beauty and goodness
and that to live is to persist in pain

From Life in Suspension, Salmon Poetry, 2016

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Hélène Cardona is a poet and actor, the recipient of numerous awards and honours including a Hemingway Grant and the USA Best Book Award. Her books include three poetry collections, most recently Life in Suspension and Dreaming My Animal Selves(Salmon Poetry); and three translations:Beyond Elsewhere (White Pine Press), Ce que nous portons (Dorianne Laux, Éditions du Cygne), and Walt Whitman’s Civil War Writings for WhitmanWeb. She co-edits Plume andFulcrum: An Anthology of Poetry and Aesthetics, and is co-producer of Pablo Neruda: The Poet’s Calling. She holds a Master’s in American Literature from the Sorbonne, taught at Hamilton College & Loyola Marymount University, and received fellowships from the Goethe-Institut & Universidad Internacional de Andalucía. Publications include Washington Square, The Warwick Review, Poetry International, World Literature Today, Irish Literary Times, & elsewhere

Our short film is now on RTE Player

http://www.rte.ie/player/ie/show/shortscreen-1295/10604900/

Through an admittedly soft imperial narcissism, one might say there is no greater love than being perfectly understood (captured) by another  even though this is always your own projected sense of understanding as reflected towards you and as perceived within impressions). One might then release the need to control and monitor self-awareness/focus, allowing the other to render and breathe [our] existence into conscience/consciousness, seeing ideas of yourself dance and pause in the awareness and reflexivity of the other, forming a shared game of imagination. †7

(Seven Nova)

And then he said: ‘let no one steal the birth and flow of poetry from your soul’. 

I place beauty in its own category, beyond words and realize how far we’ve travelled to let go of eternity in all its playfulness, its patterns and stories, its endless ending, its nameless wonder.

.Indoctrination discourages us from thinking creatively,

prompting instead pre-prepared answers,

constraining our possible futures,

limiting our heartfelt responses.

As we disentangle ourselves from the indoctrinated,

from rationality, obedience and conformity,

we must often maintain our silence,

proceed with compassion 

remove ourselves from reason
by way of the reasonable. 

photo credit: Andrew Moore

Arvo Part - "Spiegel im Spiegel'

I am aware of your sensitivities as they embrace me. Even though I know this is a dream, I am drawn to you. I drift off to nowhere, wandering, of no body, falling into an endless inner world that goes beyond me. If I can breathe, I will paint you into music, to love you forever as the sound of my illusion. 
(Seven Nova)

...I'm what is called a sensibilist,
Or otherwise an environmentalist.
I refuse to adapt myself a mite
To any change from hot to cold, from wet
To dry, from poor to rich, or back again.
I make a virtue of my suffering
From nearly everything that goes on round me.
In other words, I know wherever I am,
Being the creature of literature I am,
I shall not lack for pain to keep me awake...

(Robert Frost : New Hampshire)

One day we will stop naming people according to national and religious categories. The Messiah is an evolution in consciousness. Everywhere across the globe, every single day, people make decisions that affect each other....Power is transferable - it's about choices. The adolescence of collective human behaviour leads towards violence because people in power make the wrong choices, because the species has become inorganic, cutoff from its true nature... (Seven Nova)

I became aware of how the way one speaks, and does not speak, creates a certain type of space.. further, to intuit the energies of others can allow one to render new hybrid spaces, secretly colored by unknown forces, this underlying hope/sense that each person has something unique to share, to deepen [our] experience.. further, to move beyond the stories, constraints, to tease out the negative freedoms engendered by collective social facts. I seek an oasis of nonverbal communication, I disappear in the mass amorphous soul of overlapping histories, I forget all words and names.. only love remains ... (Seven Nova)

The Story of Easter is the Story of Divine Surprise (C. Knudsen)

Eckhart Tolle

Eckhart Tolle Now: How do you deal with unconscious people?

How do you deal with unconscious people?

"Creativity is a life force. An opening. 

It's birthed out of a natural desire to collect separate pieces of detail from our own observation and then string them together. It's about connecting the dots. This is also the work of self-growth.

Creativity is, therefore, one of the greatest catalysts for us to become better versions of ourselves."

Victoria Erickson

artist: Maria Drugge Nilsson