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High Jinx.

signs, signals and raw data run all around us in this odd metaphysical land escape called ‘consciousness’, but it is an invisible world until it appears to us through some kind of magnifying prism… the phenomena of being ‘spaced out’ is valid Here as the attentions of our conscious Self drift over to other ideas and notions, the cosmic switchboard for those mental connections nexus between all of the relevant particular elements and events that surge and repel in flux with the rest of the cosmic miasma where all signals and signs float in a microscopic mote-like atmosphere, and it is that everything from thought to act lies in potential within this sea of perpendicular and parallel particles moving along those various streams of consciousness… pathways of a universal circuit channeling this electricity of the cosmic soul among objects and subjects as consciousness moves in flowing expanding waves to match the soul-are vibrations through the eye of experience, a narrow eye of the needle through which the thread of individual experience gets woven into the tapestry of what seems like only empty space, but there is no one frequency that does not rely upon all other natural frequencies to sustain each other to create a universal certainty… an order so-to-speak amid the islands of chaos is created when vital connections are made, and thusly resonate through one’s life continuum as the individual like the ringing vibration we are solely tuned into as beings, so the phrase ‘spaced out’ is a very apt expression for the state in which the frequency of the individual human vibration becomes wider and farther stretched out to catch the various full range of raw signal data… no matter whether the particulate element reflects emotional, mental or physical or ideal usually a combination of all of the above, and it is the one human ego housed in this persona mistakenly searching for some “control” believing that certainty moves this one creature alone instead of taking into account all factors appearing mysterious and uncannily overwhelming, this is the necessity for being ‘spaced out’ as the conscious soul/ spirit or personal “signal” becomes spaced out in a form of space migration in order to sense these other wavelengths among the chaos in search of a personal hero’s journey that requires challenge and the fusion of these different elements as uniform concepts energized as much as interactive… the ‘high’ one feels is that a physical expression of epiphany that one equates with a drugged status biased to the point of intoxication where any thing goes, and one’s rational metaphor for life breaks down into subtle weaving themes as the memes reveal themselves to the opened third eye that chooses to see beyond ‘proper’ and ‘applicable’ terminology which as lazes hopelessly terminal in the annals of echoing through the human mind and body whole, the beast in love with certain qualities toward insane measures of extreme that should not really be surprising when one takes a good look at the confusing struggles moving these odd things around… there is no control that does not yearn to achieve an absolute power or mastery of those qualities one becomes enamored with in a romantically psychopathic desire turned lust that one has to implicitly trust in order to follow the common sense of “right” directions toward the destination, chasing one dragon around after another before time runs out as an expression of all that wasted potential cast off like an aural effluvium of a weird mortal ectoplasm, but as that manipulated stuff of dreams made real in the reality as well that you have to feel to believe in or else face a consequential nightmare appeal… no higher courts will allow solace where it is dispelled from ever being witnessed in places where people take themselves to be too seriously vicious and victorious in the same instances many times throughout the argument wherein dementia does not count, but only stacks against one the odds which make still no sense as nonsense twists and makes out most intimate mistakes to be an insult to say the least in this day and age, retreating inside of ourselves without the compensation for paying with our lives for access to this circular realm where appearances are deceived by the betraying acts of Man in disregard for his humanity while in this skin… we can touch the stars, but they will burn and shrink the more our filthy hands feel the glory channeled through their acts and ideas as only the divine can be sealed in human form, where respect for these tethers is required…

Thanks, khet.