Thursday, December 07, 2006

the Mirror talks on: dreamwakecontinuum

look at his hand
while you dream


the interwoven highway of reality and imagination (blue sky ever and dark night endless)

it is the only road that doesn´t stop
(it is also the only place where the map is the territory, and the menu is the food)..
a pie a pi a spiral: phi

always away, always home...

"Everything leads us to believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imaginary, past and present, the communicable and the incommunicable, the high and the low, cease to be perceived as contradictions..." - André Breton

In Gadamer´s hermeneutics, it is referred as the "fusion of horizons".

Hermes (Thoth), in esoteric lore was the first oneironaut. he is sometimes depicted as a human ibis who joined the flight of a pack of wild birds over the Nile river, extracting from their moving geometry the building blocks of pictographic language, stealing from skybeings a secret fire of words: symbols. (a metha)
(also Percy Shelley "Prometheus Unbound")

(Sigmund Freud in 1900 published "The Interpretation of Dreams", a study in which dreams reflect deeply earthed symbols) akash taboooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Looking at what people with shamanic traditions say about dreams, one comes to the realization that for those people dream reality is experientially a parallel continuum."
Terence Mckenna

"i dream of wires and railroadraves, i dream of rainbows and brains"

"like the lotus (like the lotus) that submerges in the night into the waves...
our innercore has its roots in that which is not phenomena anymore, but, on the contrary, begins to be the thing in itself, where all phenomenal forms fail... in this radical point of existence the multiplicity of beings ceases to exist".

"We are stuff as dreams are made off", Prospero "The Tempest".


mosquito-bite-blue-changes my cells flicker-ing: hey hum phat thetawaves

"The dreaming body is as real as anything we deal with in the world". (Castaneda, The Art of Dreaming

"If you don't have a form, you don't have to go to sleep to do dreaming . The eye in front of you pulls you every time you want to go". Carlos

Amorphous foam is fun:- Venus twilight dream (ask the evening)- eye in the sky- in palladium i melted like vanilla future icescapade - a strange attractor a beckoning scout ... from afar carpet cloud. cotton candy hug the soliquid rainbow nirvana-my-arms. andisappearing typoerror type of era tycoon aeon tycho brache looking at the stars and copernicus helio-hi...
(fusion is apossiblility, Nostalgia 77)

"je suis un autre" Arthur Rimbaud

"The self dreams the double. Once it has learned to dream the double, the self arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes that it is the double who dreams the self. Your double is dreaming you. No one knows how it happens. We only know that it does happen. That's the mystery of us as luminous beings. You can awaken in either one." C.Cat-sign-jedhi

Brahma the suprapersonal being of Hindu divine memory is sometimes dreamed as an all-encompassing (a teddy bear and a wrathful grizzly) entity sleeping in pre-space, dreaming the worlds, the universe. and when he awakes the world ends or begins again. we are but a speck of dust in his eyelashes while he r.e.m.'s

Brahma, like Brazilian cars sighs (Senna),(millerdrive) he is the atman (soul of songs); inhale now the spirit you r.e.m. extramember- return to the source - in autumn gold-gopher . O.B.E.SOMA

"If they (dreamers) can't see the energy of an item, they are in an ordinary dream and not in a real world.
 What is a real world? A world that generates energy; the opposite of a phantom world of projections, where nothing generates energy, like most of our dreams, where nothing has an energetic effect". Don Carlos

"From it to q-bit" John Wheeler

"Do lucid androids dream of electric sheep that appear at will"? Phillip K. Dick

"Dreaming entails cultivating a peculiar control over one's dreams to the extent that the experiences undergone in them and those lived in one's waking hours acquire the same pragmatic valence. The sorcerers' allegation is that under the impact of dreaming the ordinary criteria to differentiate a dream from reality becomes inoperative". Datura Crow

"All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other." H.P. Lovecraft

"If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time". Marcel Proust

"we must dream with open eyes, dream with our hands,
dream active dreams of rivers sourcing paths, dreamsuns
dreaming their worlds, dream loud: birds, boughs, stars..."
Octavio Paz

Swivelling doors, humming birds, eyes that hypnotize like snakes, yourhands: a gyring spiral (el caracol y la galaxia), a rainbow lollipop or a sufi girl; a windmill like Don Quijiote, a whirling tapdance like Don Juan or Salome with your head, all of these images -engines of dream, cues and gates and secret winks- are a seduction, like the loafs of bread in the forest, like any whisper or someone in the bushes (breast-a-flame) seduction to recall, seduction of an entrance. Images to rove on.

"The dream is eschatological. The dream is zero time and outside of history. We wish to escape into the dream". Terence Mckenna

"No doubt, when DREAMING one can pretty easily leave one's own metagalaxy. We need just to drop down a Black Hole. Thus any Terran's body of DREAMING can overcome the three-dimensional space of our universe and turn out itself to be in another (parallel) world" DR.Noviko Moscow State University

"One's particular life situation can be molded to fit one's specifications. Dreamers do that. A wild statement? Not really, if you consider how little we know about ourselves. (Delphicarlos)

"Dreaming is as serious as seeing or dying or any other thing in this awesome, mysterious world. Think of it as something entertaining and don't get discouraged or stop trying if you don't succeed right away. Imagine all the inconceivable things you could accomplish".

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Trying tu surf the dreamwake-wave it is recommended to distort at whim the faces of your guests (Mom you are a ghost, Please stay!), to draw doors on air, to engage in revealing conversations with invisible (only at times) creatures (talking to a transfinite hypercube serves) to force borderline situations, shock-school therapy (in the way of ancient kings: burn your house, eat your cat, laugh, have sex with the upharaoh´s sister) extra-limiting always, and to create implausible systems of belief, disciplined to a Hegel-like philosophical stronghold: for example the history of thought (i.e. philosophy) in our species is the gradual unfolding of consciousness in man through its symbiosis with quartz crystals and dolphins thus dawning in the synthesis of the Absolut Spirit, the self-conscientious Quartz in the Sky of the Mind that fills the World with Light, avatar of the Monad Fractal of History, mirroring, in the angelic language (semiosis) of dolphins, the crown of reason and, in its potentia, the State as emergence and seal of evolution sub-species aeternitas of which im Wholly and Infallible King.

The result shall be a flowing undifferentiated reality scheme where things look more like maya and shake and photoshop and arcade than Victorian England or white picket fences or you haven't changed a bit - continuously in this wake-.

"And when he awoke from his dream, he still had the white poppy flower he had received in heaven". Samuel Taylor Cooleridige

"Believing that our energetic conditioning is correctable, sorcerers of ancient times developed a set of practices designed to recondition our energetic capabilities to perceive. They called this set of practices the art of dreaming . It's the gateway to infinity". Don Juan


Dreamers speak of entangled dreamscapes, an island where people return to or a hotel where they leave marks and you go and see a picture in the wall that wasn't there 5 minutes ago or two dreams before and that you might recognize "well this looks like Solanges handwritting, yes it figures, its in french and she doesn´t dot her i´s." And you may wander off into the champagne-chrysalis local waterfalls and find your friend bathing and ask "well aren´t you in Vienna, now".
Sucha place we have known, certrainly there are more, but this one is called
Boohbah, it is a magical place of oniridiscence, our own private Shangri-la, you might run into it in your dreampath.

"Then something else attracted my attention: a sun at the very zenith of the yellow sky, right over my head, a mild sun -judging by the fact that i could stare into it- that cast a soothing, uniform whitish light.

Before i had time to ponder upon all these unearthly sight, I was violently shaken; my head jerked and bobbed back and forth. I felt i was being lifted. I heard a shrill voice and giggling and i was confronted by a most astounding sight: a giant barefoot female". Castaneda, Tales of Power

"In my dream i was in a parade, a syncrethic parade perhaps in spaceage china, but they still had all of their laureate torture engines- not short, either, on masks of dragons and tao-monsters, garudas and alien birds, not short, either, (escherballs) on their array of firelights blazing in the sky and a-thousand laughs surround. I was to be catapulted, in a circus-like demonstration of olden trickery, Manball, rubbersoul jettisoned, they strapped me to this land-bungee that was also the tongue of chaos. Fucking everybody cracking-up, priests with beards everlong like whiterivers feathered and the countdown clown clock bursting, yelling protruding "Go Go" so they blew me out into the sky and off the slingshot. I was terrified, naked, feeling compressed gravity like a wall, like an impregnable womb tunneling chemosphere. But suddenly all the friction resolved in that fake-plasma-picture of blue space and i was thru. High in the air, rocketing with my body and surpassing spheres of strata. I realized i was dreaming. I realized those people in the ground where my kin, wind-rare brethren, other lives that still live in a recording, an unfathomable disk of memory that coexists overlapping other disks dancing mixed perfectly by a mammoth dj that spins endless turntables. Awaking walking in the air and the thought, in a silver voice: YOU CAN DO ANYTHING ITS A DREAM you are master-home-theater. But still forces acting, energy factors sweeping. I felt a vertical magnetism summon my cells, sky-pervading, i looked up and saw a solar vortex, a cluster twirling like a nuke-head of vanilla in full-steam or a sort of Tesla reactor with velvet yellow Light, very mellow for my body´s plexus which instantly keyed into pleasure and sped at what might have been the touch of the speed of Light, weightless and immense leavin off the azure carcass, penetrating fully the giant orchid flower, calling, membranous, and inside... an inside that is made of the stuff stars are made off, the stuff dreams are made off." (dreamnews monthly)


1 comment:

omegófilo said...

So, you dream. So you're a friend. I remember how I imagined the river flowing on the mirror and the other world slowly forming itself on the other side just before the ally crossed the lines into our world. I supose you too, or maybe your name is a coincidence?
And now a practical question, ¿did you ever experience catalepsia?, if so, ¿where you able to fly through this state?
Please answer here: