222/Roy honored me by translating some of my words into spanish and sending it back to his friends along with his own added commentary. I wish I knew how to properly return the favor and spotlight his sense of enthusiasm and adventure. He gave me one of those moments of online dialog where I really felt direct communication.
here is a cut and paste from my own journal on Roy:
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I got a message this morning from juancarlos/botch, letting me know that Roy or 222 as most of us know him, has passed away.
I did not know him all that well. I did enjoy my discussions him, our planning, like visiting him in Argentina, and ideas about esozone 08 in Buenos Aires. He appeared to me in a collective psyche lucid dream, but he had no form. He was only a set of points, from which I could sense perspective was emanating outwards from. Holographic, my reality had no proper way to reference him, as it still does not.
His last blog post is particularly eerie, since he had just quit his cushy job just to be free, unshackle himself, and explore life. A bold move that I highly respect.
His soul detached from its vessel while he was exploring urban laylines, along with his comrades. It feels so unjust.
We enjoyed each others writing and ideas about reality. I know that he was is an experienced psychonaut, so whenever I put my feelers out there, I get a feeling that his narrative just lays beyond our grasp, yet it develops nonetheless.
222/Roy honored me by translating some of my words into spanish and sending it back to his friends along with his own added commentary. I wish I knew how to properly return the favor and spotlight his sense of enthusiasm and adventure. He gave me one of those moments of online dialog where I really felt direct communication.
here is a cut and paste from my own journal on Roy:
__________________________
I got a message this morning from juancarlos/botch, letting me know that Roy or 222 as most of us know him, has passed away.
I did not know him all that well. I did enjoy my discussions him, our planning, like visiting him in Argentina, and ideas about esozone 08 in Buenos Aires. He appeared to me in a collective psyche lucid dream, but he had no form. He was only a set of points, from which I could sense perspective was emanating outwards from. Holographic, my reality had no proper way to reference him, as it still does not.
His last blog post is particularly eerie, since he had just quit his cushy job just to be free, unshackle himself, and explore life. A bold move that I highly respect.
His soul detached from its vessel while he was exploring urban laylines, along with his comrades. It feels so unjust.
We enjoyed each others writing and ideas about reality. I know that he was is an experienced psychonaut, so whenever I put my feelers out there, I get a feeling that his narrative just lays beyond our grasp, yet it develops nonetheless.
rise in peace 222
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