It’s like those that play the great organs in the great cathedrals. Becoming the voice of God.
The organist wears special shoes to work the pedal board to produce the low notes of the master JS Bach.
With bare fingers the organist connected to the keyboard, yet his feet tightly covered with leather shoes.
On YouTube cameras follow organists into the bowls of these great cathedrals to play JS Bach, with many only wearing socks instead of shoes to connect with the vibrations of the great organ.
Probably some church rule forbidding bare feet to work the great organs of the great cathedrals.
Like a mask upon a face to protect against the unseen, bare fingers upon a keyboard accepted but a connection by bare feet not allowed.
I reached the very end, in riding with this piece, in so many ways I doubt I could list them all. It remains a final testament to what was-as the time we are moving into will bear no resemblance to that time which has now completely passed.
Is it important to articulate this even further, I do wonder because the new cycle has a much smaller scope, a reduction as it were. Still, if the opportunity arises there are many directions to exp!ore from this core perception.
Excellent imagery regarding these great musical instruments. Certainly asks the question, what is living?
If you review my substack, likes they are all over the map. One day they love me, the next day they hate me. I don't find any explanation other than to tentatively and perhaps humorously conclude that likes are under the influence of a bipolar entity who leers at me sideways.
As a seer you call this a reset, shrinking down reality. Perhaps the vaxx? Shrinking 70% of humanities perceptions as they can no longer perceive wouldn’t the creation respond by sending fewer signals?
Or perhaps humanity signals but now many can’t and perhaps an advantage? As we few are more powerful to effect this reality perhaps?
I gotta laugh at my Jews at the bike shop. They are pissed at trek bikes for cutting margins.
But they are made in Wisconsin, best carbon road bikes discounted where I can afford them.
They are pushing the Italian brands. But I want a trek Madone. Haven’t told them yet but they will come around. A guy in Britton won a big bike race, not team affiliated, where amateur riders get to race with the pros.
A trek Madone frame and cheap Shimano 105 parts. A set of off the shelf trek carbon wheels. 6k. A pro bike? 20k
Set the whole bike race world ablaze. Now he got picked up by one of the euro teams.
He wanted to win. Created his own reality.
Lots of bike marketing scams got blown by this guys race win.Lol
I would have to write a ridiculously long detailed response to answer your questions, Nine. Instead, I'll just say from where I stand what you mention is only the beginning.
Personally, I find the following thought useful...
Imagine if you will that you inhale to your furthest capacity. What follows is the exhale, the deflation.
It isn't wrong, terrible, or horrible, just a natural cycle.
It seems to me that most of modern thought is missing the obvious. We have a certain glimpse into microbiology, into the quantum, yet the significance and implications are rarely explored.
I've often wondered how mankind can be terrified of microscopic organisms on the one hand, while on the other suspend all agency for this world, other than disease. This category/definition seems arbitrary, even contradictory, and artificially limited.
What is fascinating to me, is how absolutely perfectly the Bion/Midi-Chlorian works with the raw experience of the psychic, the spiritual.
Suddenly one has the path to egregore, to the nuts and bolts of mantic prophecy, to the Cthonic role of the dead, and why the gods are so close to them, to the nature of the Cosmic and the Exocosmic, all of it just falls into place.
This was one of the toughest writing efforts ever, and as I said to Jack, it could be four times as long, easily. So this is just the introduction.
I dunno, if I will get the chance to explore it further, this piece derives strongly from experience, and I depend heavily on my first person journeys to inform my work, so much of it is out of my hands, because of the spontaneous nature of experience.
Ok. So at the risk of sounding batshit crazy I will share something. I sometimes have profound dreams. Of being on crafts, of being taught advanced spiritual understanding and I am so angry and frustrated on awakening that I can't remember it in full. But my soul or spirit is joyful and fulfilled while "there". So once I was on a ship or whatever and there was a barren planet. In the most joyful spiritual way it was being celebrated because after millions of years it had reached the point of being able to host Life. And it was seeded with microbial Life with great awe in serving Creator, who loves Life. Wild right?
I think the reason dreams are fleeting has to do with them belonging to an entirely different reality that some of us have a presence in. The other reality really doesn't translate into this one.
Maybe you have discovered dream memory, where dreams you have experienced become part of the dreaming experience? Dream memory is separate from waking, and the tenuous nature of communication is, I believe due to the fact that there is little crossover.
As someone who has lived through my own share of Hell, I can honestly state that remembering dreams has way more to do with the waking state than the sleeping one, and we have to keep in mind that the societal mindset considers dreams to be incomprehensible and worthless-probably because there are lots of people who simply don't dream.
So, when we put this altogether the nature of dreaming is unavailable to modern thought , while the experience is still accessible, at least to some.
My approach is to honour all dreams, even the ones that make me feel like a cat that just got run over by a truck.
For example, I had this dream of sheer joy and release a few nights ago, and woke up to discover a friend of mine has just died.
So, the nature of dreaming is connecting to reality on a far different level.
I love the wonder one can experience in dreams like yours. I don't think its weird, but yeah, thats from me, so you might want to qualify that accordingly.
I'll conclude this by just agreeing that it was indeed a profound and powerful dream, that it revealed eternal truths, and it is quite a jewel.
This world has a way of torturing me until I finally collapse under a blanket, then it harrasses me until I have nothing left. My only recourse is to write, sculpt, or draw something that a higher power accepts as a tonic.
I see and hear and even smell the most extraordinary things that can never be repeated, yet strike me to my core.
Then I weave it all together into as coherent a picture as I can.
Great work MK.
It’s like those that play the great organs in the great cathedrals. Becoming the voice of God.
The organist wears special shoes to work the pedal board to produce the low notes of the master JS Bach.
With bare fingers the organist connected to the keyboard, yet his feet tightly covered with leather shoes.
On YouTube cameras follow organists into the bowls of these great cathedrals to play JS Bach, with many only wearing socks instead of shoes to connect with the vibrations of the great organ.
Probably some church rule forbidding bare feet to work the great organs of the great cathedrals.
Like a mask upon a face to protect against the unseen, bare fingers upon a keyboard accepted but a connection by bare feet not allowed.
Thank you, Nine.
I reached the very end, in riding with this piece, in so many ways I doubt I could list them all. It remains a final testament to what was-as the time we are moving into will bear no resemblance to that time which has now completely passed.
Is it important to articulate this even further, I do wonder because the new cycle has a much smaller scope, a reduction as it were. Still, if the opportunity arises there are many directions to exp!ore from this core perception.
Excellent imagery regarding these great musical instruments. Certainly asks the question, what is living?
Just for the record Mike Subcrap is actively subtracting your likes right in front of me just like they did with my last France piece.
If you review my substack, likes they are all over the map. One day they love me, the next day they hate me. I don't find any explanation other than to tentatively and perhaps humorously conclude that likes are under the influence of a bipolar entity who leers at me sideways.
As a seer you call this a reset, shrinking down reality. Perhaps the vaxx? Shrinking 70% of humanities perceptions as they can no longer perceive wouldn’t the creation respond by sending fewer signals?
Or perhaps humanity signals but now many can’t and perhaps an advantage? As we few are more powerful to effect this reality perhaps?
I gotta laugh at my Jews at the bike shop. They are pissed at trek bikes for cutting margins.
But they are made in Wisconsin, best carbon road bikes discounted where I can afford them.
They are pushing the Italian brands. But I want a trek Madone. Haven’t told them yet but they will come around. A guy in Britton won a big bike race, not team affiliated, where amateur riders get to race with the pros.
A trek Madone frame and cheap Shimano 105 parts. A set of off the shelf trek carbon wheels. 6k. A pro bike? 20k
Set the whole bike race world ablaze. Now he got picked up by one of the euro teams.
He wanted to win. Created his own reality.
Lots of bike marketing scams got blown by this guys race win.Lol
What I see here is theft
Grande elite
Every word on Substack
Someone’s property
To buy and sell
Spirit creates
Those that buy and sell
Indebted to Spirit
As America
Spirit led
Those that see sea
I would have to write a ridiculously long detailed response to answer your questions, Nine. Instead, I'll just say from where I stand what you mention is only the beginning.
Personally, I find the following thought useful...
Imagine if you will that you inhale to your furthest capacity. What follows is the exhale, the deflation.
It isn't wrong, terrible, or horrible, just a natural cycle.
The cycle of mankind is now exhaling.
Wow, 5 likes — this is getting ridiculous and people ask me, “What do you mean, you write for yourself?”. Anyway, good read, Mike, thanks.
Thx HP.
Yeah, don't really write for myself, though. I write for higher principles than all this.
Much appreciated MK. Deep thoughtful piece
It seems to me that most of modern thought is missing the obvious. We have a certain glimpse into microbiology, into the quantum, yet the significance and implications are rarely explored.
I've often wondered how mankind can be terrified of microscopic organisms on the one hand, while on the other suspend all agency for this world, other than disease. This category/definition seems arbitrary, even contradictory, and artificially limited.
What is fascinating to me, is how absolutely perfectly the Bion/Midi-Chlorian works with the raw experience of the psychic, the spiritual.
Suddenly one has the path to egregore, to the nuts and bolts of mantic prophecy, to the Cthonic role of the dead, and why the gods are so close to them, to the nature of the Cosmic and the Exocosmic, all of it just falls into place.
This was one of the toughest writing efforts ever, and as I said to Jack, it could be four times as long, easily. So this is just the introduction.
I dunno, if I will get the chance to explore it further, this piece derives strongly from experience, and I depend heavily on my first person journeys to inform my work, so much of it is out of my hands, because of the spontaneous nature of experience.
So these 3,000 words are my testament.
Glad you found it worth your time.
Ok. So at the risk of sounding batshit crazy I will share something. I sometimes have profound dreams. Of being on crafts, of being taught advanced spiritual understanding and I am so angry and frustrated on awakening that I can't remember it in full. But my soul or spirit is joyful and fulfilled while "there". So once I was on a ship or whatever and there was a barren planet. In the most joyful spiritual way it was being celebrated because after millions of years it had reached the point of being able to host Life. And it was seeded with microbial Life with great awe in serving Creator, who loves Life. Wild right?
I think the reason dreams are fleeting has to do with them belonging to an entirely different reality that some of us have a presence in. The other reality really doesn't translate into this one.
Maybe you have discovered dream memory, where dreams you have experienced become part of the dreaming experience? Dream memory is separate from waking, and the tenuous nature of communication is, I believe due to the fact that there is little crossover.
As someone who has lived through my own share of Hell, I can honestly state that remembering dreams has way more to do with the waking state than the sleeping one, and we have to keep in mind that the societal mindset considers dreams to be incomprehensible and worthless-probably because there are lots of people who simply don't dream.
So, when we put this altogether the nature of dreaming is unavailable to modern thought , while the experience is still accessible, at least to some.
My approach is to honour all dreams, even the ones that make me feel like a cat that just got run over by a truck.
For example, I had this dream of sheer joy and release a few nights ago, and woke up to discover a friend of mine has just died.
So, the nature of dreaming is connecting to reality on a far different level.
I love the wonder one can experience in dreams like yours. I don't think its weird, but yeah, thats from me, so you might want to qualify that accordingly.
I'll conclude this by just agreeing that it was indeed a profound and powerful dream, that it revealed eternal truths, and it is quite a jewel.
THX.
this has an aura. amazing read Mike
This world has a way of torturing me until I finally collapse under a blanket, then it harrasses me until I have nothing left. My only recourse is to write, sculpt, or draw something that a higher power accepts as a tonic.
I see and hear and even smell the most extraordinary things that can never be repeated, yet strike me to my core.
Then I weave it all together into as coherent a picture as I can.
Maybe people appreciate it.
THX Corvus, for the kind words.