To break the trap of being
shaking off all definitions
and all cages
liberating myself from is
so that I may become
changing in realisation
and self-knowledge
I ascend
Do you listen to the voices in the night?
Their silent whispering at the edges of consciousness
teaching and leading, tempting and tricking
Learn or face yourself; learn to face yourself
expand and become, ever become
I tend to see reality as being soft. Oh there is hard reality – deaths of loved ones, physical injury and the pain of growing up. These things tend to be universal. Most reality is a lot softer and open to interpretation. Two people can see the same sequence of events and yet process it in such different ways that an outsider hearing the two talks would find it difficult to be convinced that they weren’t two different sequences altogether. The Mandela effect tends to be strong and things are remembered differently. Add a third person and a third reality emerges.
Most times they speak to me quietly
whispered information; new knowledge
and things I need to know
Other times it comes as a shout
imperatives that I can’t refuse
or shouldn’t
more than one they have saved me from rough times
I’ve learned to listen
to those voices
and respect from where they come.
Hey Boys and Girls. Uncle Gary is going to give you a piece of advice on how to avoid unnecessary drama. When people come to you with a tale about other people, even if its juicy gossip, don’t pass it on. Don’t return it to the source just take that bag and unless you have some plants that need fertilization, dispose of that shit. I have never had good results from passing on that kind of shit and it has a bad tendency to blow back in one’s face and no one wants to be smelling that.
By self-enchantment, alignment and iconoclasm the divine artist ensorcels belief, identifies with its apotheosis and, through his complete identification, the object or icon of belief ceases to be other. — Andrew Chumbley
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Reflecting on Misdeeds Past and Yet to Come (redux) by GAR
“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” ― Andy Warhol
This is another where I love all three pictures. Two of them are older ones having to do with time and machinery and a certain resistance I have to both. It was around this period when I had the realisation that in all likelihood I had read over half the books I would ever read in my life and I heard the clock ticking away. Of course time exists as a construct. Something to measure change against that actually works to stifle change. Don’t believe me? When was the last time you had to meet a deadline and found that it stifled any creative course that you might have taken? Time used to be how we marked the changes in ourselves and our environment but the servant has all too often become the master. We can free ourselves yet too often we embrace our servitude to the tick tock tick tock that we consider our existence.
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Woman of Uniqe Vision Confronted by Faces of Time (redux) by GAR
Shifting influences
calling to me
Messages coming through
The kaleidoscope turns continuously
and only a fool believes
that he is the same
from day to day.
Will I allow this
or move forward resisting?
Friends, alliances…nothing is constant
except the new face in the mirror
as the winds pick up.
The art of becoming
Putrefaction
The egg cracks
as the new is born
The egg cracks
as the new is born
The newest rebirth of the butterfly
as the Phoenix rises
salve et coagula
Become…
Masque of Innocence by GAR
Transforming Vision (redux) by GAR
Watching Over Strange Shores by GAR
