From Here to Planet Idha-06, a few km of Synchroïzm away!
Monday, April 14, 2003 9:25 PM
:: HERE :: Never to leave. Leaving to never.
dREAMS AND rEFLECTIONS
:: Photographic Insight ::
The Found Highway, or how I set Portugal in my heart afire ;]
Gradually I came to realize that life experiences,
at least those where I usually happened to be
involved as paths unfolded, could aptly be described as an
exquisite tour de force subdued by the vektors of
a phenomena called: "Lynchean Chaos".
This was a kind of a cinematographic design projected unto our
tangible and physical life (and not just somewhere in our imagination)
that would lend itself some of the canons that orient/ed
David Lynch's surrealism and artistic complexity. As all
information was being sensorially re-worked through
the inner-eyes of these brand new lenses in a laboratory
of perception called mind, the human being was at the vortex
of opportunity to become one with multimodal processes of consciousness.
We are talking about reVOLUTION here. A direct experience of OVULATION.
No longer just - or only - a phenomenon on the screen,
but a new media tool incorporated in the design of everyday life.
Weird :: Schizotypical :: Unexpected :: Phantomable :: Irreversible
If your mind is geared like this, then you, most likely
got yourself a passaport to Kosmos without ever taking off.
Can you imagine the far-reaching applications of such knowledge?
An interconnection of layers of information inferred upon data deriving
from core sources in their natural habitat: your own sensations.
ACCESS GRANTED TO Your own previsions.
Your own understanding of signs and symbols.
You can ride a Sakred Journey, a New Kosmosis!
Multimedia :: Multireal :: Multisensory :: Multilingual
It's an experiment that intercepts different broadcasts
of information issued by the layers of the energy present in the
alphabet of flow texts. Such windows of silent
static transmissions, originate from sources that
usually seem unavailable to modern science.
:: thus it is Multicultural ::
Transcending the lag of our own biological draught as a whole race.
The multiaxis of the Overquantum reality where we
presently find ourselves, sprays gently across
the glossary of the kosmik-apocrypha and
shamanik wizardry of modern warriors :: the urban man.
As in everything, the fantastic has to be made manifest:
the TACHYON BOMBARDMENT is real!
It is here where the true "fureur de vivre"
[put under the guise of a throbbing metaphor]
can be realized.
Thee Astronaut involves himself
with a process of inner re/search...
And an exquisite operation of internal surgery,
begins to take its place...
He involves himself religiously with his own theories,
defended by the pragmatic neurodecoder he becomes!
The orthoxod devotion placed unto his works,
permeates his soul with nuklear fusion, and
coalesces simultaneously into a saga
of alchemic proportions.
Such a person feels deeply connected to the need of finding
digital magick alive and not just projected
in the railways of the idle man´s eyes, wasted in
the ocean of malfunctioning systems that are no
longer adapted to the needs of our bionic survival.
This is ejected from the idea of something
reminiscent brought back from the hymns of dreams ::
reshaped through the plastik thought of the chamaleon
and the genetik enhacement of the lizard brain
through ultrasoundtechnology ::
There's a voice in the rear of your head
with decibels of its own. Because it can't be buried,
it strives to become acknowledged.
:: Photographic Insight ::
This is your mind, don't be afraid!
When you experience something...
sometimes in a countercurrent that
has to be endured alone...
but that ultimately enlightens your way,
and that is somehow teleported unto reality
in places where you least imagined...
Like that road leading you to Planet Idha...
You know by heart that nothing will ever
separate you from what you truly believe in.
That´s why they say that every miracle lays in one's perception.
You just need to wipe that tear out of your eye and
parch it to the next tongue befire it turns blue with thirst.
There should be hope in your heart. Fire in your veins!
As long as you are connected to yourSelf
there will be plenty of fireworks
doing jointwork with your arteries.
The traveller and the pathway are one and the same.
:: HERE :: Never to leave. Leaving to never.
dREAMS AND rEFLECTIONS
:: Photographic Insight ::
The Found Highway, or how I set Portugal in my heart afire ;]
Gradually I came to realize that life experiences,
at least those where I usually happened to be
involved as paths unfolded, could aptly be described as an
exquisite tour de force subdued by the vektors of
a phenomena called: "Lynchean Chaos".
This was a kind of a cinematographic design projected unto our
tangible and physical life (and not just somewhere in our imagination)
that would lend itself some of the canons that orient/ed
David Lynch's surrealism and artistic complexity. As all
information was being sensorially re-worked through
the inner-eyes of these brand new lenses in a laboratory
of perception called mind, the human being was at the vortex
of opportunity to become one with multimodal processes of consciousness.
We are talking about reVOLUTION here. A direct experience of OVULATION.
No longer just - or only - a phenomenon on the screen,
but a new media tool incorporated in the design of everyday life.
Weird :: Schizotypical :: Unexpected :: Phantomable :: Irreversible
If your mind is geared like this, then you, most likely
got yourself a passaport to Kosmos without ever taking off.
Can you imagine the far-reaching applications of such knowledge?
An interconnection of layers of information inferred upon data deriving
from core sources in their natural habitat: your own sensations.
ACCESS GRANTED TO Your own previsions.
Your own understanding of signs and symbols.
You can ride a Sakred Journey, a New Kosmosis!
Multimedia :: Multireal :: Multisensory :: Multilingual
It's an experiment that intercepts different broadcasts
of information issued by the layers of the energy present in the
alphabet of flow texts. Such windows of silent
static transmissions, originate from sources that
usually seem unavailable to modern science.
:: thus it is Multicultural ::
Transcending the lag of our own biological draught as a whole race.
The multiaxis of the Overquantum reality where we
presently find ourselves, sprays gently across
the glossary of the kosmik-apocrypha and
shamanik wizardry of modern warriors :: the urban man.
As in everything, the fantastic has to be made manifest:
the TACHYON BOMBARDMENT is real!
It is here where the true "fureur de vivre"
[put under the guise of a throbbing metaphor]
can be realized.
Thee Astronaut involves himself
with a process of inner re/search...
And an exquisite operation of internal surgery,
begins to take its place...
He involves himself religiously with his own theories,
defended by the pragmatic neurodecoder he becomes!
The orthoxod devotion placed unto his works,
permeates his soul with nuklear fusion, and
coalesces simultaneously into a saga
of alchemic proportions.
Such a person feels deeply connected to the need of finding
digital magick alive and not just projected
in the railways of the idle man´s eyes, wasted in
the ocean of malfunctioning systems that are no
longer adapted to the needs of our bionic survival.
This is ejected from the idea of something
reminiscent brought back from the hymns of dreams ::
reshaped through the plastik thought of the chamaleon
and the genetik enhacement of the lizard brain
through ultrasoundtechnology ::
There's a voice in the rear of your head
with decibels of its own. Because it can't be buried,
it strives to become acknowledged.
:: Photographic Insight ::
This is your mind, don't be afraid!
When you experience something...
sometimes in a countercurrent that
has to be endured alone...
but that ultimately enlightens your way,
and that is somehow teleported unto reality
in places where you least imagined...
Like that road leading you to Planet Idha...
You know by heart that nothing will ever
separate you from what you truly believe in.
That´s why they say that every miracle lays in one's perception.
You just need to wipe that tear out of your eye and
parch it to the next tongue befire it turns blue with thirst.
There should be hope in your heart. Fire in your veins!
As long as you are connected to yourSelf
there will be plenty of fireworks
doing jointwork with your arteries.
The traveller and the pathway are one and the same.