The Fragile Cast That Holds Your Waking

How large it looms
In flumes of love
In all the folds
Of time above
In fallen rhymes
And liquid gold
The belated shine
Of stories told
The fading glory
The prophets sold
With gilded pen
For the kings of old
Though bewildered hearts
Could not know when
And could not know now
What the gods knew then

There is a madness
In the hornets wings
Who feels no sadness
When he stings
And to remain aloof
Though the empress sings
Is to abstain from truth
That will set you free
When you forget to be
Just who you are
Whilst falling through that
Which is calling you
And distant colours
Beyond your sight
Will suddenly lift
You into flight

And take you up
Into the flumes
Those shifting plumes
Of drifting light
Where weightless you
Will see at last
Your fate rests in
The shattered glass
In the breaking of
That fragile cast
That for a while
Held your waking
But could not
Hold you forever
And as the prophets foretold
All the gold will fade
But not that
Which holds you together

You

It's going to be very confusing. And if you care to think about it, not a great deal will make sense. Time will rush by, though you'll feel as if you're standing still. What's time? Oh, you'll find out once you get there, I promise. Now, there will be many of you. So many in fact, that you won't meet the vast majority of them, even though all of them have the capacity to - and will - affect your life directly. Love will at times become a foreign concept to you, and you will often feel utterly alone. So much so, that even though you all look roughly the same, you will come to believe that you are very separate from them, as if you haven't all come from the same energy in the first place.

     You will absolutely feel alone.

You will experience a perceived 'shrinking' of your very being, and the energy and the ideas of the others will often overpower you. And though you will feel very small, and very timid, and very unimportant, this shrinking will be your chance from which to grow. To create from your own expanding being, to integrate the energies that you perceive to be essential to your nourishment. And this in turn, will nourish the planet that will hold your being. Remember that no matter how influential the others seem to be (pretend to be), they have often done nothing more than inherit ideas passed down to them. You are not being sent there for that purpose though, I am pleased to say.

   You will arrive to bring new ideas.

You are going to shift the energies of a world. You are going to be a dynamic system buster who will not accept meekly what others boldly inform you. None are enlightened. Not for your benefit, anyway. Write that down. Enlightenment can only ever be from the self, for the self. And this is where you shall have your impact. Ah yes you are a quick learner - that is true. You will forget this once you arrive. But I promise you will have a sense of it entrenched deep within you, so stop interrupting me and write it down.

   You are far more qualified for this role than you will give yourself credit for during your time there. In fact, you will most likely err on the side of doubt and fear. But I tell you, even in those times, you will be positively influencing far more than you can possibly imagine. Your presence alone will stir hearts, will inspire questions and will ignite passion wherever you go. So don't be too hard on yourself in your short time on Earth (I know you won't listen to me on that point, but don't say I didn't try to help you).

And now we come to it. You're heading in. The start will be a tad confronting I'm afraid. You haven't heard of these phenomena, but there'll be blood, shit, and you'll scream a lot. But everyone else in the room will be crying tears of joy, and they usually clean you up pretty quickly. Goodbye and good luck, and remember: NONE ARE ENLIGHTENED!!

Time. Space. Earth. Humans. Humanity.

You.

...

...Welcome back, dear being of the universe, that wasn't so bad, was it? Well of course we only just stopped speaking, I told you time would be a little confusing, did I not? And yes, in the meantime, you have contributed to shifting the energy of a world. You have exerted your innate presence upon paradigms that otherwise would have remained muddied and heavy. And - what? Yes! Of course you can go back in! I was hoping you would ask that. Delicious isn't it? So rich with experience and texture. And time is quite a doozy, takes a few goes to get the hang of it. Oh my, you have a lot of questions don't you - no I am not God. What did I tell you about humans and their ideas - There is no such thing. There is only us.

All of us.

Multiverse

Upload your thought stream to the dream state. Stay there a while. Linger. A numinous exchange, it can’t be helped. You don’t want it to be helped. Nor do you need it to be. Idea harvest. Where do they come from? In which fields do they grow, on which trees do they ripen, in which seas do they swim, within which galaxies do they exist? How do they find their way inside you? Can you choose the ones you want? Can you drink them like wine, can you absorb them like a sunbeam? Do they even mean anything at all?

Can you sing them into existence? Can you write them out of the dark?
Do they exist in hard copy, waiting simply for a receiver, ready to deploy? Or more akin to pregnant energy, swirling, swirling, alive and nebulous; ineffable nothingness capable of everything, needing only the arrival of a capable dreamer? Do you find them, or do they find you? Is the journey inward, only, or does the journey inward take you outward, to the vastness of an incomprehensible multiverse?

Upload your thought stream to the dream state. Stay there a while. Linger. Carry back with you the things you find, let the numinous exchange expand with each visit. And deep within this creative evolution, this meaningless everything, in which you exist, there also lies the potential for you to begin to finally create, amongst it all, your very own meaning.

Shapes of Violence

Sat upon a clifftop awaiting the arrival of churning salty madness, eagle eyed; vigilant. Well - not eagle eyed. I can never see rodents darting below when I’m in a helicopter. But then I doubt eagles would notice the shapes that I’m attuned to either. To each creature their innate gifts… My mate Boey was very patient beside me whilst I promised him ‘Just one more set’ repeatedly for an hour or more, firing off aperture ammunition at every sizeable lump that approached the shore in the shifting undertones below us. Each with its own persona, its own stunning crescendo, its own violent demise. Individual entities dancing in front of us as another winters day began to say goodbye. Eventually the light lashed and flared and diminished in its own fashion and we were left with no alternative than to head to the pub, which we did promptly and without complaint.