I am writing myself out of mortal existence until I leave this existence and pray what is this existence, is it just a dream, somebody else's idea brain washed into me, a conditioned organic robot, a circuit board of boxed DVD implants, packaged and branded as a popular movie and lived out as reality and yet there is a wisp, a fine hair, that is not really real, what is beginning to dawn is this a pipe dream and the awakening to its frailty tries to escape into another reality and has not the courage to stay in the space vacated by it.
Amazonian Shamanic substances, meditation experiences and such like do show there are other experiences and are just as dream like and indeed all existences looked at dispassionately reveal the same frailty and lack of substance, for looking back at ones past is it real only a memory that has faded or clung too.
I have not taken drugs or wacky backy but have come to this by meditation and altered states of consciousness through inspiration and looking at the mind content with attention without intention.
SHACK
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