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the Breakdown of the Feel Real Mural
So here we have the humanoid influenced by the planetary plant mind, colored a milky turquoise like the sub-stance of the heart. It has a set of human eyes and above it a set of intensely glowing, orange alien eyes where the two hemispheres of the brain would be. You may note that they resemble a hypnotic pair of bullseyes that peer past any bullshit, right into the heart of matter.
Some may consider this part of the painting to resemble a butterfly, which of course brings to mind themes of transformation. But if we are to collectively transform ourselves, as humans, we will not succeed in sects. Instead we must instigate our transformation on an individual level. If we are to consider our planetary plant host as the heart, then the intricately mosaic'd "wings" on either side of its face may be considered the lungs that take in the breathe of life upon which the messages we receive arrive and depart.
Here we have the communicative webbing of the inner experience, like a stained glass window into the other side, simultaneously dream-catcher and thought-pitcher... let us prepare to squeegee the stains off that window, so that we may peer through:
Prevalent in my earlier medicine journeys there was a distinct quality present in the visions of such a mosaic; as if we are viewing a crystal web behind which the colored, textured lights that correspond to our Chakras subtly change in appearance so as to telepathically communicate meanings to our intrinsic inner being so that there is, on a soul level, no question about what is conveyed. Though it may not easily be worded, it may be integrated into our daily lives through higher communicative efforts such as creative action.
It becomes in instances of such strange communications, which are as I mentioned a communicative technology that as of yet exceeds our verbal abilities, apparent that there is some-one broadcasting from behind the screen. Some unseen, camouflaged intelligence hidden behind the patterns of our mind, manipulating its contents so as to bring itself to our awareness in a familiar aura, or if we choose to resist it, assuming more unpleasant forms to captivate our attention. This intelligence is what Ralph Waldo Emerson termed the Over-Soul and refers to the collective indivisable soul and substance that underlies all our individual id-entities. In Jungian mythology this principle is also symbolized as the flying saucer and you'll therefore hear me refer to it sometimes as the Saucermind.
 If you look carefully between the orb and the fern (which is a seedless and unfolding spiral, like time) you'll notice a cunning chameleon. He was invoked to symbolize those camouflaging qualities described in the preceding passage.
 Once Waldo has been spotted, if you you know what I mean, and connection with the Saucermind has been established, the transmission ceases to communicate through the webbing, which served only to filter out "thought-flies", which is what I call the buzzing remnant of our subjectivity, often playing out undigested segments of history before us. When I speak of thought-flies this immediately indicates by association some kind of arachnid as well, the weaver of the web closing in on these pesky gnats of habitual self-perceptions that inhibit our transcendence, disabling us from contacting our higher self, the guiding principle of our awareness. Some people never get beyond this part of the journey, as they become tangled in the web, tormented by the spider and its eight-track mind, unable to expand their vision and see beyond their stereoscopic perspective.
 With all thought-flies filed away, let's say that bubble in the painting that looks like it used to cover the spiral passageway leading to those little crystalline stalagmites (gracefully, stalagmites drip upwards in defiance of gravity) is as the boulder that covered Christ's tomb, to signify that we're beyond the web now, beyond life and death, and ready to begin our ascendence to the next level.  That little floating imp may well be the guardian or ambassador of the crystalline treasure of our inner worth, an agent of the over-soul--simultaneously a figment of our imagination and an autonomously existent entity--the one who was able to remove our obstacle for us.
 Imagine this imp to be like a psychic riddler. The way he has helped us unlock our mind is by guiding our mode of thinking through certain "key-words" or magic spell(ing)s that are played like chord progressions on the strings that animate us, removing us from our ordinary limitations of self-perception and locking into place like a Rubik's cube. These syntactical configurations of thought allow the pieces to fall into place and the puzzle to be solved as the ego is dissolved into the all encompassing compass of compassion.
This is a spontaneous gesture that happens of its own accord if we choose to surrender and liberate our Wills to become a universal motion.
 Don't take this one's appearance too literally. Here he is personified, a perispirit or Eidolon. In reality he is formless, but may be detected with the appropriate modality of seeing.
 So here we are, beyond our human form, as malleable conscious matter, able to transform ourselves. The spiral gateway has opened for us and the currents urge us to stream along with them, to hold the nautilus to our ear and "hear the see".
The visions are moving to a-tone.
Something is summoning us.
I believe imagination to be the most prevalent signifier of human nature. And what I mean by that is that we are capable of becoming what we behold. Within us a subtle vibratory chalice, a grail-shaped structure that corresponds to the ordinarily depicted funfare totem of the chakras is the channel of influence in which this in-formation takes place. Both light and sound as two sides on the same coin make up these felt vibrations. This inherent "cup" can be filled with outside influence and flooded by inside outfluence. We can vibrate that inner matrix of light-body in accordance with, say, animal spirits, plantlife, or other-dimensional beings--or to stay grounded for a moment longer--with the essence of other humans. I'm am speaking of an elevated empathy. Key to the shamanic experience is the idea of the shape-shifter, one who is able to become what he imagines.
Now imagine us to be this bird, listening at the gateway of the mystery to the voice that beckons from beyond, as we prepare ourselves for flight into hyperspace.  Slightly to the left of our feathered self we see what looks like a bubbly gryphonesque, disintegrating in ascension into larger, clear vibratory bubbles.
 The question becomes:
Now that we are granted access to transform ourselves, what Will we become?
And if you'll follow me in one these bubbles I'll show you, which is to say, the answer shall bubble up.
  Rising up the vinal collumn, in the fractal vaults of anscestral knowledge, we may encounter many paths, but what we aspire towards mostly is clarity above all.
 So we reject all but the clearest voice, the brightest light.
 We are descendants of ascendance.
As survivors of death, our ancestors have worked hard to get us this far. They will not let us down.
Acknowledge their voices...
 At a distance this three-eyed intermediary "scarab" has reminded me of a skull, as it signifies the intermediate bardo state.
Here, our head has been split open, and the brain has become activated to function as a dial-up mechanism.
  We are seeking to connect to something beyond the transformative barriers, here symbolized by butterfly-like faery figures...
  They are like retrievers... or should we say pretrievers?
 What we seek to contact, what was beckoning us, is our Daemon, our crystalline future self extending its hand down the spiral ladder of time to lift us into the future it has imagined for us.
This mural is an example, illustrating these theories to be self-evident. I did not make any sketches beforehand. I did not have any "ideas" about what I was going to re-present. Rather, I delve into the mystery with a raw energetic charge that engaged my always pre-sent Daemon, who knows the finished project and "shows" it to me bit by bit as I draw it to the surface.
This is divinatory art, art as invocation.
The late genius Kurt Vonnegut, who had the unique gift to write like a stream, able to convey substance without lingering on it, suggested in his final novel that a genius like Beethoven had succeeded in writing the kind of compositions that he did by plagiarizing himself from the future. The word genius has a certain sonic "twist" to it right around the I-Us part, where it spins off, musically, like the twisting, double helix of our DNA.
A genius is thus someone who is able to glean prospective knowledge of themselves by somehow "staring" into their genetic blueprint-in-living-color.
 Such is the nature of the Daemon.
It is as an unbottled genie in the gene pool.
It wishes to daemonstrate that it knows your path, spot-lighting you with the light of your highest aspirations, which Will enable you to fulfill your creative destiny...
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