Pastiche of Ian Curries book "You Cannot Die"

It's tempting to explain these experiences away as mere hallucinations.
I got up from the ground where I lay.
The incredible feat, duplicated.

Flashes of light, swaying feathers, the soul in action, phantom animals...

Our plane of illusion.

Every material form, and every variety of life in the universe is at a different stage in the same very long process of psychic evolution. More than "men" are "brothers".

~Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the pacific-and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.~

-John Keats, "On first looking into Chapman's Homer"

away

Bells and fields, calls and yields.
Other things telling wings that
singing shields play to win
and feel feelings worth winning for.

like edgars lore but evermore.

Evermore is the time we live
in divided frames.

alwaysmore ...

Completely formed from wonderful and instrumental in my consciousness.

Unaware and lackadaisical but physical and conscient.

Je vois.
Completement formé de merveilleux.

Instrumental dans ma connaissance.
Je croix que je suis une étoile comme elle.
Ensemble. Dans L'espace...Pour Toujours...

Just a Ride...

 

 

 

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

Birds are so temporary

Birds are so temporary, originally uploaded by Bah Humbug.

Something to share. This sorta shows the cold of this winter.

It's from a contact of mine on Flickr. They make great pictures.

The Calm After the Storm...

Slow Mo Pixies

teflonbuddha

An Old Mate With A Gift For Being Unique.

"One of gods own prototypes not even considered for mass production. Too wierd to live, too rare to die"

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March 1st minus 1

In the Bedroom

Out the Front Window



Out the Back Window

The Boys Want Outside

5 Minutes Later

A Visitor and Friend

Relaxing Saturday