THE eMpTy space between thought and manifestation.
T.eMpT. space between flashes of light.
D.eM.T. space of neither blackness nor whiteness but-Colorlessness.
D.M.T. space at the edge of the cliff on the edge of the world on the edge of a celestial singularity.

the emptiest space...a mobius of perplexity...infinitely, endlessly deep and unfillable and yet paradoxically overflowing with a palpable substance...an ether of existence...the vacuum that begets life.

it is the soup of creation. the mirror to reflect your umbilical to the single flowing source...such a gift...such a sacred, holy, unquantifiably valuable, precious thing.

i am the voice of jurema and shulgin. a foot and a jaguar's paw in either world. i feel entrusted with something...something beyond time.

truly..
beyond...
the concept.... of ..... time ... .. .

my buddha is smiling at me right now...i'm in the moment the way a peanut is in a snickers bar. all is bliss.

WITH LOVE AND GRATITUDE!

reading this reflects the resonance down on me.
thank you


had any strange phenomena occur lately?
I am amused with the way they reveal the nature of consciousness.
only at certain points along the spectrum of space/time something will happen that feels like a step up the pyramid, so to speak.
and all time between is a meditation on what it means, and how it correlates with our existence.

Welcome back Antrocles.

I've heard descriptions like that before, and it always reminds me of the mandlebrot set, and how all the intricate patterns flow from the black void like object, which is repeated infinitely throughout the patterns.

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It makes me think of these...

So beautifully said Antrocles, your experiences never cease to amaze me........


Much Peace and Compassion

hey man nice moons.