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wonder junkies

Loved by the sun I wear my dreams on the sleeve

Shot full of starlight, I’m a wonder junkie.

Don’t blame the children, they learned it from me

Loved by the starlight I’m a wonder junkie.

orbis integra

i was asked by my visionary brother GMUNK to write some bio-cosmic copy for the intro to his new project: orbis integra.  have a look at the production stills, such a next paradigm execution.  with deep bows to all who participated in this…

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Technicolor nebula swirl like cyclones across a sub-atomic realm. An endless stream of geometries sequence through the stratification of an atmospheric order that signals life. This is the primordial inception of a new world, in a preternatural cosmos.

GMUNK’s Orbis Integra maps an evolutionary thrust through the surfacing momentum of a biological process. We’re in an ephemeral realm, where the material and non-material churn together like the clash of two infinite oceans.

Change is constant and violent in this time/space continuum. But there is order here.A sonar intelligence births the foundation for all creation. Vibrations seize the membrane, conducting the shimmering imminence of a push outward. The particles become tentacles reaching for some unknown perimeter. With the force of a coronal mass ejection, a conscious part searching for its unconscious whole. Stardust floats in a primordial wave. Clashing against the physics of predestination, gravity reveals the molecular pattern that is our emergent code.

Orbis Integra witnesses the unleashing of a world in which there is a willful, conscious impulse in nature. Where the cymatic phenomena are experienced as transitory objects. Kinetic monuments that show us the shape of a frequency that would otherwise remain invisible. Unperceived. Unknown.

this reality is not primary

I received a few questions and challenges posed to my Mystical Trump post.  One of them gives me the chance to answer them all.  It comes from AM:

“Interesting. I’m trying to think about it in terms of the relationship between the market and society in Polanyi’s Great Transformation. The idea that the two realms aren’t really separate, but rather society’s response to crisis in the market makes the continuation of capitalist markets possible. So seeing them in a dialectical relationship.

In this context I guess my question would be a somewhat basic one: in what ways does or doesn’t a move towards inward non-opposition perpetuate the dialectical relationship between seemingly oppositional forces?”

This is a great question, and it is where it gets a little complicated. The core plank of my position lies in this graf:

what i would suggest however, in the context of (r)evolutionary mysticism is that we not feed into that binary impulse that drives those groups who are currently engineering reality for the great part of the world.  but rather, that we consider that by opposing things with the intent of destroying them, we edify them in the process.

The simple answer to your question lies in the nature of dialectics. In its purest form, a dialectic is a discourse between differing points of view on a subject.  In the case of political or social conflict, it is the semantic expression of a chaotic sine wave.

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So in the pure mathematical/physics context, if we occupy the polar viewpoint to our ‘opposition,’ and we are engaged in a dialectical process, then we are an implicit participant and driver of the opponent’s momentum and identity.  It follows then that if we simply abandon our positions and thus remove the binary curvature in the wave’s force/resistance, it will have the effect of collapsing the entire structure.

But that is a fallacy.

One has only to look at history to know that there have been times when hatred and anti-humanism have marshaled enough force to very nearly approach world domination if not for the willful opposition of an opposing force.  

In some cases agents of change have been able to destroy all opposition so that they simply become the structure of reality themselves. They become the new paradigm, and the dialectic continues, within the parameters established by the new order.

This is very much what has happened to the world post-Industrial Revolution, and why Polanyi is able to make him point, that in the capitalist paradigm, even opposition feeds the capitalist enterprise.

I am proposing something very different here.  Going inward is not simply about becoming silent and meditating oneself into an innocuous trance.  No. Not at all.

When I write about (r)evolutionary mysticism, I am invoking an ancient practice that is more akin to alchemy than non-violent opposition.  This is the stuff of the mystery schools who were forced underground for millennia because of the (real and perceived) threat they posed to those who ruled humanity on the material plane.  You can find the substance of this deeply subversive thinking through history from Plato, Hermes, Meister Eckhart, and then the modern mystics like Mabel Collins and Helena Blavatsky.

In this line of (r)evolutionary thinking, the reality we are experiencing is not primary.  It is a recipient realm, which receives the projection – much limited and distorted by virtue of the time/space confinements of 3D – of a higher, more true source. And it is from this realm that we can connect our earthly consciousness to attain incredibly powerful transmutational power.  Power which will not simply neutralize the forces of hatred and fear which we ‘oppose’, but transform them through the vibrational frequency that we attain in our alignment with, and tuning to, the primary, non-material realm.

If we simply ‘oppose’ Trump from within the confines of the same paradigm, we are still locked in the same structure and what you get is another crest in the wave without ever transmuting the generators that created him.  (Hence, the 50 year dialectic of Carter-Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama-Trump).

So this is what I am talking about when I say, in my Mystical Trump piece, that we should:

vanish into the interior realm, where true generative power resides.

But of course, knowing how to connect with and channel a new paradigmatic vibration is not a simple thing.  And it is not something that is taught.  But, I will tell you, it is something we know innately to do.  Just as much as we know that sitting near a 1000 year old redwood nourishes us more than hugging a telephone pole.  But we must be willing to let go of the primacy of this plane, and all its amazing spectacles, in order to bring in the new/ancient thing that is what we are all so hungry for.

Let’s bring it back to Trump.

This is a phenomena that is being generated by people who are responding to a perceived threat. The campaign was driven by a system of phobias that essentially create an ‘us vs them’ dynamic which was enough to position Trump as a savior for the millions of Americans who feel deep-seated frustration and anger at their diminished economic and social agency.

The reality is that what these people are experiencing is real.  And what Steve Bannon and the Trump team did was take that anger and channel it into a campaign that reflected it back in order to create a force of energy that would propel them to a electoral victory.

(r)evolutionary mysticism is not concerned with opposing these people.  It is not concerned with opposing Trump or Steve Bannon or whatever other interchangeable body suit the ruling paradigm throws up to sustain its steady march toward oblivion.

It is concerned with a solution that is appealing to the deepest facets of all humanity.  It is about ending the dialectic we are currently trapped in and establishing an entirely new playing field.  Call it paradigm shift, call it a spiritual awakening, call it the solution to quantum physics’ search for a unifying theory.

Mysticism is based on the belief that we are in a place in which we are unable to feel the innate interconnectedness of all things, but that we all emanate from the same creative energetic field, and that is something we very simplistically call ‘love’.

And there is no cleaner and purer and more profoundly transformative vibration than love.  But ‘love’ as we experience it on the material plane is a mere fragment of its computational and transmutational power in the non-material realm.  What I have experienced in my own limited journeys to the primary realm is so beautiful and massive and ancient and futuristic… it is like a wave of creative potential that has the power to sink all of these zero-sum antiquated architectures and simultaneously float all boats to a new kind of world that we have only ever dreamed about.  And it is just as real as everything we are experiencing now.

You just have to close your eyes,

the lost chord

stars

before light

and before time

before the sun and the moon and the stars

clouds and horses

daisies and butterflies

before summer and before rain

before diamonds and rockets and the Rolling Stones

before there was any thing…

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there was the sound:

a single chord that emitted from a tear in the unitary unmaterialized fabric of the All

coded with a wish for the none to become one and the one to become many, this sound became a vibration and this vibration became a pulse and this pulse became a directional momentum of such desire that it exploded into the creation of everything that is and ever was:

a universe of galaxies, constellations, planets, organisms, beings and states of being

so vast and wide, that in the remotest corner of the farthest galaxy, the original sound was forgotten

until now.

this (r)evolution


3d2179d8adfb86ba0076dbcae6a1e0cbI’m not sure when it first began.
 It was always a voice within my psyche from my earliest days, and it has grown louder over the years:  The sensation deep within me that something transformative is going to happen in my lifetime.  Not just in my own personal story, but in the long narrative of our human species.

Of course, it’s become cliché to talk about the millennial angst of imminent apocalypse.  The prophecies and predictions are natural curiosities for this time of uncertainty.  But I’m talking about something much more hopeful.  A metamorphosis, a civilization-wide transition, that intrinsically alters the world and my place within it.   

I know that I am not alone in this awareness.  People of all cultures have been experiencing the same anticipation.  For some, it is the feeling of dread and loss.  For, others, a sense of optimism and relief.  It all depends on what kind of story they believe in.  And in what way it will shape our future.

But this process cannot be engineered by people who are not committed to undergoing a process of transmutation and evolution.  It cannot be driven by those who still work within the confines of an old paradigm that is dualistic and adversarial to the very force of nature that will be the guiding impulse of the new earth.

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This will require a kind of willful forgetting of everything we think to be true about our reality and the nature of our beings.  Coupled with a remembering of something so ancient and futuristic, so terrestrial and cosmic, that we suddenly begin to surface an awareness of something within us that exists beyond time and space.

I have embarked on this journey. And I say very carefully: embarked.  I am so aware that I am at the beginning of something that I may never finish in this lifetime, that I know I have been inoculated from the inclination to preach about what I am finding here, in this deeply magical and mystical space.  The only thing I want to say is that it is a process of healing.

And that is all it is. That is all it will ever be.

Because once I had begun this process of self-healing, I rediscovered that same unwavering sense that a new world is being born.  Only this time, it was no longer a quiet signal emitting from some distant part of my self.  Now, it came as a powerful beacon with the offer of a journey.  One that steered me to a new understanding of myself and, ultimately, of the innate power that we all have to create the new world that is our inheritance.

This blog is about that journey.  It is about the mystics and their philosophies who helped me to find my way from terrestrial blindness to high-altitude perspective.  More than anything, it is about a set of laws which have been in existence for thousands of years, but which no more than a handful of us were able to accept as canons. 

And which we all now must. 

It is my firmest conviction that unless a critical mass of our human civilization undergo a fundamental shift in the way we understand ourselves, and the spiritual dimension in which we operate, then we will go the way of the apocalyptic prophecies.  But if we can steer our way toward adopting a new consciousness, as our species has done at so many critical moments in its evolution, then there is a chance that we will manifest that very future that has been living inside of me, and so many others, for so long.

In its broadest sense, this (r)evolution implies the acceptance of a responsibility as divine beings with infinite creative power. One that begins with self-knowledge and evolves into the transmission of clean thoughts, words, and actions which impact and transform the physical plane.

It requires that we each embark on a vigilant and sustained process of self repair, thereby changing the vibration of the world one person at a time, until we have reached a critical mass and initiated an energetic paradigm shift in the consciousness of our human civilization.

We begin by learning who we are, and what we are not.  Our goal is very simple:

Materialize the spiritual. 

Are you with me?

the sadhu and the cave

Tell me about the dream.

I am sitting in the mouth of some cave high up above a rushing river.  It’s India, I know because of the woman in front of me. She’s a sadhu. A holy woman. Her forehead is painted ash white with a smear of crimson across her brow.

Dawn must have just broken because it’s fucking freezing and I’m bundled in a blanket. And my face is wet from the mist which billows in from the clouds which are still lifting from the cliffs.

I am waiting for the old woman to speak.  But I have no idea what I am doing there or what I have come to hear.

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What does she say?

Nothing, for a long time. But then she starts to hiss and shudder and it scares the shit out of me. And then she just says:

“What of you then?”

“What of me?” I throw back, but wearily.

“You are of the time,” she says wincing so that her face paint cracks into an ancient desert floor.

“Tell me of the time.” I whisper. And a sense of mortal dread haunts my gut.

Then the sadhu opens her eyes, piercing the darkness with two sparks of pure white light.

“This is the time. When two beings shall pass in the street. For one, the world is dying.  For the other, it is just being born.  And neither shall be able to see to the nother.”

I wait for a moment, trying to hold back the only question I know to ask:

“And which am I?”

Suddenly I feel my eyes being shut by some terrible force.  I try to keep them open but that fight lasts only a few seconds before I am plunged into a vast, impenetrable darkness. Beyond time and space.

Can you describe it?

It’s not just a place void of light, but one that is filled with what feels like infinite, inescapable nothingness. And yet this nothingness has some all-pervasive identity.  It’s hard to describe. But to say that it’s like a form of self. A knowing. An awareness. And I’m being fucking crushed by this sensation that…

That what…?

That there is nothing else. That everything comes from this. And that it is… me. Not me as my self.  But me as a fractal component of everything that exists.  And I know it is asking me to surrender.  But I don’t want to.

Why not?

Because this is something close to death.

Is that the end?

No. I can hear my voice ask the question again. “Which one am I?”

And I hear her voice too, but now its coming from somewhere inside of me.  She’s asking, “Do you see me?”

And suddenly it’s over and I’m back in that cave. And I want to answer, but I can’t speak. Because what I know for my self is the truth and it’s the most definitive thing, the most awful and saddest thing I think I have ever seen.

What do you see?

Nothing.  Nothing at all.

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[The core theme is the quote above that comes from a prophecy that in the end times humans will be divided into those who have chosen to fight for and perish within the system they believe to be ‘true’ and those who understand that there is an entirely new reality beyond the grasp of their intellect… but which they must believe in before they can inhabit it. And that in that time of this choice, we literally will not be able to see the other (because we’ll be vibrating at such different spiritual frequencies).]