turn it off
Tune outListen to the static
Watch the noise
Subvert that which you know must be subvertedDon't let them winRedesign your redefined
don't tell me what they did to you, as if you had no choice. tell me isn't that your picture? isn't that your voice?
Under the influence of DMT, the world becomes an Arabian labrynth, a palace. A more than possible Martian jewel, vast with motifs that flood the gaping mind with complex and wordless awe. Colour and the sense of a reality-unlocking secret nearby pervade the experience. There is a sense of other times, and of one's own infancy, and of wonder, wonder and more wonder. It is an audience with the alien nuncio. In the midst of this experience, apparently at the end of human history, guarding gates that seem surely to open on the howling maelstrom of the unspeakable emptiness between the stars, is the Aeon.
Beware of the bearers of false gifts and broken promises. Much pain, but there is still time. Believe. There is still good out there. We oppose the deceivers. The conduit is closing.
city in the sea has no roads
get out
Be free
Be all that you can be
love
words
ideas
love
words
ideas
