I wake up from vivid dreams, and even though I haven’t been touched in a while- I radiate superheated ripples all over my bed and my heart pounds. Like I’ve been touched.
In my dreams I am pirouetting through white lights and purple flowering jacaranda by a river. It all churns into a whirlwind of color, and I don’t remember anything else, other than that I am being watched. I’ve had this dream three nights in a row.
How well tuned are your instincts? How dedicated are you to feeling? The human experience is a physical one. We are supernatural machines, impossible to mimic. Resist being cloned. Resist the artifice. Don’t pretend you dwell and exist in boxes within boxes. Overflow and spill out. Exercise everyday until you sweat. This alone can save you. FUCK becoming a matrix battery. When you are in your body, you are in your own resonance. When you are in your body, you can’t be deceived.
You are the magic. Most people don’t even care about feeling anymore, about stopping and checking the sky. Scanning the clouds for clues, pondering who plants us in the ground just to pluck us back out. Most people don’t have wilder, wetter dreams- beyond the gross regurgitation of cultural memes. Most people don't live knowing our morality is always on the verge of collapsing. MOST people don't think about the chains of molecules that bring things together, the vibratory photons that shock you awake, the lightning bolts that go off when you meet someone or something. Most people don’t see this as an absurd, absolutely ornate disaster.
Play with your perception, and pick the kindest one. Stay alive in every cell of your body.
Have you resigned or are you excited?