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How the lands of our dreams seem so inexplicably different. Lacking in any direction to their arrival. One cannot traipse east or westward into a dream. It requires ones conscious to relocate itself following a path which we cannot even conceive of.
Are you familiar with the term ‘breaking the fourth wall’? In a way our dreams are in fact breaking the fifth wall. For those who aren’t vivid dreamers, I suppose it can feel lot like time travel.
This phenomena gave me the first impressions of the subjectivity of time. Time is quite a curious thing as well. Time is both objective and subjective. When you watch the clock, or leave an X on your calendar; Time is acting objectively, It can be quantified and measured.
In the same breath, Time has a peculiar ability to bend itself around you. One one is focused on work, lost in a great book, out partying, or doing whatever, notice the time passes faster.
Even being a vivid dreamer I’ve had my fair share of blank nights, where the dreams never seemed to surface, or I failed to remember them, but time passes at a faster rate from your perspective.
This is because time is funny. Time is treated as a commodity. People sell their time to organizations, churches, or companies for some form of spiritual, monetary, power, or social gain. We all know people are hungry for these things, but we restrict access by requiring one to ascend the competence hierarchy and reap the fruits of their training.
For those who don’t know what they want to do with their time, this is a great option. But if one has passion, drive, an commitment towards their noun of choice, You may be better off not selling your time and ultimately work for yourself.
My philosophy is that I work, act, and live on behalf of both myself, and the universe or god depending on how you look at it. In my opinion their one in the same. In a sense I see the universe as a duality of god and nature. I believe the idea of god to be associated with order, purity, and Logic. Nature on the other hand I believe is associated with karma and chaos.
I see both as being equally important, essentially relying on each other whilst at the same time contradicting each other. This Hearkens back to the age old saying: Opposites attract. A paradigm I see as being essential to the universe.
The viewpoint is difficult to explain entirely, I intend to write an entire book about the way I see the world. I’ve spent a lot, perhaps too much, time stuck on this line of inquiry. Between my study of the Vedas The Quran, The Holy Bible, The King James Bible, The Latin Bible, As well as some of Carl Jung, Dostoevsky, and many different occultist texts. This combination has lead to quite a bit of psychological, spiritual Inquiry. During which I’ll admit, I nearly went insane trying to reconcile all the paradigms I had picked up from each Ideology.
I tend to see faith as more of a personal thing, with each religion, Doctrine and Holy texts are vessels which can lead one closer to individuation, I do not believe however that they are necessary nor sufficient in of itself. The experience is personal, and transcends the practice of all organize religion.
When you enter a church, you do not find god. The Priest may point you in the right direction but unfortunately most people tunnel vision and Idolize the priest, rather than turning and moving towards the enlightenment which he was trying to point to.
I suppose my take on religion has been heavily influenced by my love affair with Anarchism. This lead to a sort of DIY Religion. Unfortunately, this is how cults tend to start. Thankfully we established ourselves as an Art and Literature Collective. Therefore no obscene rules will be allowed to form, no drinking of the special kool-aid.
The Vision consists of a collective of writers, inventors, artists, musicians and the like, and we spend our time creating and bringing new ideas to life. Almost like a record label except we won’t be taking 80% of any potential monetary gain.
Well that’s my rant for this evening, I hope whoever reading got something out of this. I don’t usually write about these kind of topics, but that seems to be the direction my heart is leading me this particular evening.
I wish you all a Good Day, and once again thank you for your viewership and appreciation, we love it and It’s amazing to see people from so many different countries visiting my site. At one point I had more readers from India than I did the US!
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Drac, one of my childhood friends, has given me some of his work to publish on the site.
Drac is incredibly talented, his art work blows mine out of the water. These are a must see; especially if you enjoy Halloween and horror oriented content!
Influence from H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe and Tim Burton can be seen pervasively throughout these works of beauty.
All uploaded artwork can be found here: Drac’s Gallery
To check out my not as impressive psychedelic themes artwork check out Alex’s Gallery
Without further ado:
Just some random doodles I do in between note taking, may start posting these more often.\
If you check out anything on out channel please let us know what you thought of it,
Stumbling through the hallway nearly collapsing unto your knees as you propel forward you begin to regain your position against gravity. An unfamiliar hallway surrounds you, the cheap wallpaper stained yellow from age is peeling off the walls to reveal a layer of underlying stone.
Gasping to regain your breath, you stop for a second, looking forward at the ground reveals the words “Don’t look back” spelled out on the concrete in front of you. Normally you’d be skeptical but something in your gut tells you to listen.
You press forward, the light in the hallway growing ever dimmer with each step. It’s at this point you begin to wonder where the light is even coming from. No electronic or natural light source can be detected, nor any breach in the hall.
Thoughts begin to barrage you pertaining to your whereabouts and how you got there, but ultimately you suppress them; deciding that they would be counterproductive to any potential of survival at this point.
Contrary to hope, a dead end is reached. Nausea begins to ensue as you see both corners filled with a mysterious dark red liquid. A loud piercing D minor Chord emanates from the back of the hallway, and you feel your body becoming light as a sack of feathers. The cold hard ground starts to look really comfortable. A warm disorientating euphoria comes over you as your vision begins to fade.
You slowly begin to open your eyes. You have no idea how much time has passed but you are no longer in the hallway. Upon fully opening your eyes you realize that you cannot see the ceiling, Rather than looking around you close your eyes and once again succumb to that warm luxurious sleep you were just experiencing.
Another unknown amount of time passes. You snap out of the trance and your parasympathetic nervous system begins to catapult you into fight or flight mode as you begin to take notice of your new environment.
Only two things linger in the mind at this point.
1. Find an escape.
2. Find some answers.
Propelled by your drive to survive you begin to collect your bearings. You look about the walls and notice it is covered with thousands of names. Most of them you don’t recognize but a few belong to people you know from television and other media. A lot of the names are crossed out, some are circled, some have stars, exclamation points, or question marks next to them and some are underlined.
You notice a couple of wooden tables. All of which are covered with drawings and printouts of documents with major sections redacted. Most of the names of the documents were also redacted so It was hard to tell what most of them were about though they looked like transcriptions of court cases , interviews, and military commission reports however this is just a guess.
You find a wooden door on the west side of the room but it doesn’t open. You find another one on the east side of the room that also doesn’t open, luckily a large portion of the bottom half of the door was kicked out and you were just barely able to squeeze through.
You find yourself at the bottom of a staircase. The words “Watch your step” are painted on the right side of the wall. You cautiously ascend the staircase. Noticing a few steps are coated in an unknown dark slippery looking substance you skip them and reach the top. A door awaits you at the summit. This one is unlocked.
You enter through and are met with a blindingly bright flash. Your memory and consciousness fade to black before you even see the other side.
You awaken again in a strange beat down motel room. All these spontaneous blackouts and location changes are really starting to get to you. You wonder what kind of sick joke is being pulled here, and Thy you of all people were selected to undergo it. The sickening irony is that you cannot discern whether you were selected because you are lucky or unlucky. As to where that thought arose from you have no idea. The mere pursuit of that line of thought caused a drastic turn of the stomach, and so it was completely brushed over.
You quickly notice a piece of what seems like old dried notebook paper is taped to the front of your blank gray shirt. On one side it reads You Won in large bold letters. The other side reveals a weird sort of prose. It reads:
“Madness is a bit like love
They run your life,
They’re rarely enough.
Both the madman and the lover,
Bend their minds with endless lines.
Trying ever hard to find,
The sweetest bits of word and sound,
For reasons equally profound. ”
While fairly thought provoking he had a hard time understanding how it fit into the situation. Considering it a souvenir of sorts he folded and tucked into his pocket. It’s at this point he begins to question what the words “You Won!” on the other side of the note meant.
You look around the motel room for any other clues that you might be able to find before departing. This is when you notice the bloody boot prints that littered the walls and began to wonder how and why they would be there.
Weirder yet the floor was completely clear of them. You notice a weird smell in the air coming from the motel rooms bathroom. You hesitate but ultimately decide to investigate. You turn cold and pale as you open the door, and you nearly slip into shock at the scene displayed before you.
A strange man had hung himself from his shower using some sort of cabling. There was blood all over the room though this man though clearly dead appeared not to have a scratch on him. You closed the door, not wanting to investigate any further.
Your brain tries to make you vomit several times but your stomach is empty and you merely dry heave while trying your best not to curl up in a ball and scream. You open the motel door and run like you’ve never ran before. You briefly take notice that this hotel must be completely abandoned, you aren’t surprised.
You waste no time looking in the other rooms and make it to the staircase, slowing your pace down a bit due to remembering what happened on the stairs earlier, you descend down to ground level and find sprint down the hallway, into the abandoned lobby and out into the fresh night air of an unknown city.
[The End of part 1]
While Anarchism is widely thought to be a means of achieving a communist society as an alternative to Marxist methods, this is not always nor inherently true. The idea that it can be however certainly is.
Anarchism may also be the ends in of itself. It may also facilitate a capitalist economy (e.g Anarcho-Capitalism), as well as non-communist forms of socialism such as collectivism and syndicalism.
What is Anarcho-Syndicalism though? What makes it any different than other strains of anarchism and socialism? The way I see it, is that it allows for the simultaneous facilitation of both socialist, AND capitalist economic systems in a very interesting way.
An Anarcho-Syndicalist commune is a directly democratic faction with public ownership of the means of production, which generally requires a two thirds consensus for all decision making.
It’s almost as if you were to take a workers union, and a corporation; derive the middle point therefrom, and implement it as an autonomous and collectivized community.
Right about now your probably thinking “Well this sounds very socialist yes, but how would this facilitate capitalism, where’s the economic competition involved here?” Well within the syndicate, none.
The economic competition would result from the competition with other syndicates and or co existing forms of society. Different groups of people would want different rules and would have to split up into different syndicates. The examples are endless.
One might want only the production of necessary goods like food, shelter, clothing, and medicine to be publicly owned with luxury production being privately owned, some might want it all to be owned by the group.. SPLIT!
One might want too allow certain types of drug use, one might not… SPLIT!
One might want religious principals, the other might be inherently atheistic… SPLIT!
One might want principals from X religion, one might want principals from Y religion, some might want religious freedom as long as you have a religion or believe in god, some might want complete autonomy of belief… DOUBLE SPLIT!
I could go on all day, but the idea is that economic competition would likely occur between these different split syndicates, as they would be specializing differently, likely resulting in the production of different types of food, clothing, luxury goods, technologies etc, giving plenty of incentive for inter syndicate trade relations and therefore economic competition.
This would like wise give everyone the ability to choose a community that fits with the way that they wanna live, so long as that way is viable enough to sustain a thriving syndicate. It also preserves the rights of popular sovereignty by requiring the two thirds rule to pass legislature, as well as allowing for the reorganization and correction from the bottom upward if the leadership becomes corrupt and or begins to conflict with the interests of the participants/workers.
Charles had been having a not very so good day at the office. Likely due to lack of sleep and a quarrel with his Fiance the night before, his head space was in a state of slightly agitated chaos.
He had been with this firm long enough that he had a little unspoken wiggle room when it came to the rules so he left for break a little early. About twenty-three minutes to be precise.
Instead of heading toward his car for a brisk hoon over to his normal lunch spot, he instead set his gaze on a bench, kitty corner to the office entrance. He sluggishly proceeded until the bench greeted him.
He took a seat and watched as the oncoming traffic whirled in both directions. Before long he was almost in a state of entrancement. It felt so soothing to watch the cars go by, it felt very dynamic unlike his current state of existence.
He thought about how the cars all moved so fast that no single vehicle stayed in his field of vision for more than a brief moment, that every given second was an entirely new display. He would focus in on one car and watch it until it left a field of vision and than picked another one.
He also thought about how life for the majority of us was the opposite. How we hold onto things because they give us some sort of comfort; the comfort of an identity, of knowing what and who one is. We wake up and put on the same act every day. With our favorite sports teams, our favorite music genres, favorite movies, political and religious affiliations, our family, our social circles our professions, our hobbies, etc.
Its as if when presented with freedom, we gravitate towards a voluntary-sort of imprisonment. But of course it’s all the difference when it’s an imprisonment that we may at least take pride in, as the chains are of our own design and all of what the chains may be bound too is likewise ours to decide.
This thought was interrupted by a squirrel that ran into his field of vision. Oddly it didn’t seem scared to be staring eye to eye with a being multitudes larger in size. Carl found this a little peculiar.
Not nearly as peculiar however as when it looked up at him and began to speak. It said “Why are you here?”
Carl looked baffled slightly slipping on his words with a dumbfounded look plastered across his face he replied: “Well I don’t know, because of god, or because my parents reproduced or something, can I ask why and how your talking to me?”
The squirrel responded in a voice that was now a little irritated and slightly pressured.
“Did I say it was your turn to ask questions? Never mind that, no I didn’t mean like existentially, I mean why are you sitting on my bench this is where I come every day after I get done stashing my acorns and other loot.”
“Oh my apologies I didn’t mean to intrude, ill get going now.” Carl said as he stood up and began walking towards his car. He questioned weather it was a dream but it felt extremely real and lucid, furthermore he never woke up having dozed off on the bench as he expected, as far as he can surmise he was awake. Furthermore he wondered what kind of loot a squirrel might be storing besides acorns.
He went too his car and contemplated getting something to eat thinking maybe some food would level him out. He did, and went back to the office and worked straight through the break. He drew the conclusion that his mind was playing tricks on him and wrote it off as some sort of daydream and never brought it up.