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.