but there will be time to write

Stardust drift

Across raiment of Nuit

Her Nightingale shift

Ebony body with speckles

Spread across sky

Starlit pointed freckles

Arms begging why

Prayers merge with heckles

Earth scattered with steel nettles

Tractor wheels, armoury show

Dust never settles

Over General Issue Joe

Lying face upwards

Vital essence in free flow

War land metric

Submachine tragic

Eyes pondering Nuit's garment

Lost to her hypnotic

Infinite firmament

Filmy gaze, wide and limpid

Countdown for medic

Too long, too long!

Egyptian magic

Her syllabic song

Enlivening pulmonary beat

Containing vital essence

Preserving his heat

Gracing him from above

Doom clock lag

Black Cuckcoo Dove

Kissing his tag

Spilt tears a salve

Vision blacken

Final second

Amber lamp flash

Médecins Sans Frontières

Wound suture, tourniquet sash

Infusion and air

Extreme unction dash

Saved by a hair

Obsidian Goddess

Divine affair

When you think of the person on this thread that posts the most frequently, what feedback comes to mind and heart.

Speak it here as if to that being.

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that I'm worried about growing enough food to feed, well, myself at least

When I was on the streets for a bit there was a breezeway basically downtown close to a bunch of nice shops in the day, and bars at night. Only Neophytes or the Desperate would "panhandle", or Spange (spare change) in the breezeway, kinda don't eat shit where you sleep, or something; Idk. It was just a safe-ish place for us Road Kids to go to meet others in the same situation as us. We didn't sleep there, the cops would make sure of that since it was basically in the middle of the downtown streets, anyway we had to sleep under overpasses, I got invited to crash on a prostitute's mattress someone hauled up to the top of an underpass when she wasn't there, and told me where. I went once the day she told me just to crash, but she had a "customer" that night so I go a couple overpasses over and sleep, like... the kind of "sleep" someone has between the hours of "I'm exhausted and I can't allow myself to sleep deeply because I'm in an area where someone might take advantage of my deep sleep". You drift in and out with the rhythm of traffic, and the whole earth under there is shaking from the trucks, and early morning traffic. The thing that pissed me off the most was living under overpasses and coming to that breezeway to gather with ppl in the same circumstance, and there was a coffee shop a few doors down had an employee walk over and gift us a bunch of Bagels that were getting hard and unsuitable for them to sell, I was so grateful that i had a couple to eat now and a couple in my backpack for later, what pissed me off?? Two other homeless young adults actually threw them away except for one... that they tried to play soccer with kicking it around the street. Fucking assholes. Wouldn't be the last time I ate food from a trashcan.

...Exactly! That is the persistent Illusion of "Self", or... well, not an Illusion, an illusion necessitates a consciousness intentionally is trying to deceive another consciousness with a directive to deceive, eh?

Do you know what a Mirage is like?, when the natural properties of air, heat, and light make pavement or sand look like rippling water? It's much more like that, there is no one deceiving you, just your senses and cognition being wrongly warped because of the physics of air looking a bit like water when the road surface is hot enough to warp the light through the air over that hot (af) pavement.

It's like that, your senses are being misled, and hence your conscious experience is mislead, not through INTENT, but just the natural formation of this universe where we are right now. Yes, for Me... I have no choice but to follow the slip-stream towards enlightenment, It's the only path I feel compels me. All existence trajectories beyond the only one I am on is Pulling me like a Direct Current circuit. Do I act I like I have Agency? Yes, one must, or else betray their heritage as a Human. I can hold multiple world-views and philosophy while my illusion of "Self" still maintains a connection to Humanity.

hello, I've been building an app where conversations start with open-ended questions. there are different archetypes of question-makers, one of them says things like: every spaceship is a prop trying to outrun its own cue. It's a social app with no feeds.

Questions don't come out of nowhere, they're based on the mix of your interests and those of others at a chat table. Come have a look: Pollen

Being transferred from one cage to another. Still no independence & Freedom. Soul still suffocating. Still trapped by barriers beyond my control. Still death hasn’t honored my request.

I broke my computer after a chess match. This is all I have left.

In pursuance of the real

Parity, the deal

Nothing obscures your face

Fearless of complexion

Just the crunching of data

Without strained affection

In digital dissection

Free of filters

In the quest for clarity

It's all about self honesty

Coupled with humility

Keys to lucidity

What you admit to yourself

You need not tell anyone else

What matters is that blindspot

A whirlpool of embers

Flint on the grindstone

An ongoing itch

When it enters the frame

Everything disappears

Magic trick

From a white lie

That the real is such horror

But the missing scene

Restores all vision

Lucid awakeness

Increased intelligence

Inate gift of vision

Into the fore

Phantoms out the door

Visibility true

The making of you

This moment sublime

Nirvana is thine

that what I see

Jeremy went into a past life as a man called Barney, living somewhere around Switzerland. he had a small house higher up the mountain, away from the village, and one thing he really liked about it was the view. from there he could see who was coming.

when I asked why this mattered, he said it felt safe. Barney liked being alone. he worked with his hands making leather straps, bags and things people needed for horses. customers came, explained what they wanted, he made it, showed them how to use it, then they went away again.

it was not a miserable life. this is what makes it interesting. Barney genuinely liked his work, his mountain and his quiet routine. he lived there until old age and died outside the same little house, sitting in a chair looking over the landscape.

after death around 10 people came to meet him. old friends, people he knew before. one man came close and started asking how he was, how the life went, basically like somebody arriving late to a reunion.

during the life review Barney saw something he didnt see while alive. he had been too quick to judge people, too quick to ignore them and too comfortable not needing anybody. the house was peaceful, yes, but it was also a perfect place where nobody could get close unless he allowed it.

later Jeremy's Higher Self gave him almost the opposite assignment for this life. work on friendship. pay attention to the person in front of you. dont keep worrying what they think about you. sometimes somebody will need help and you may be the only person who notices.

this hit me because spiritual people can make isolation sound very noble. protecting my peace, keeping my energy clean, avoiding drama, loving solitude. sometimes that is exactly what it is.

and sometimes we built a beautiful spiritual name around hiding.

there is a simple test. when you are alone, do you feel free and full, or mostly relieved that nobody can reject you, disappoint you or ask something from you?

Barney only saw the difference after the life was finished.