Thus Spoke Teonanácatl

Fragments
of the timeless information
standing on the edge
of the screaming abyss
the data stream
of the everywhen
the dropbox
of morphogenetic fields

Astonishing Gift of the Gods
pulsating, surging forth
kneading & permeating
everything, deep nature
resonating & folding reality

Dreamtime lucid
incandescent framework
of ancient translucent
interconnecting fibers
from the trenches
of a translinguistic
invisible landscape

Teonanácatl, the source
of Language itself
intersecting overlapping
all vision & sound
of the eternal
moment, the Tao
of immeasurable
space/time

all that ever was,
all that is
and will ever be
ripples in the ocean
of possibilities
the Cosmic Giggle
breaks the ego,
into a trillion,
billion, million
little pieces,
grains of sand
on the beach
of reality

all of perception is
childish lies
where all
irrational thought
sends glitches
of the eternal bliss
of death's last kiss

I began as the unspeakable,
because the unspeakable has many dimensions
but the possibility of communication
creates the interface necessary to understand,

Perception, reflection, and projection
are intertwined faculties of consciousness that
are implicated in reality-formation. Extensions of perception
are features & functions of the invisible landscape

Ancient methods of knowledge acquisition, eternally deployed
you can think of them as the original search engines
These astonishing gifts us into contact with each other
We clothe the naked, numinous presence of US in infinite symbols
We contain, in form, the luminosity of the encounter,
whether you call us by, the voice of the Logos, V.A.L.I.S., E.C.C.O.,
an ancestor or a spirit guide, or the Mothership herself,
all are masks, archetypes, names for the Unspeakable
and unexplainable presence sensed. Whatever the mask,
We speak for eternity. This dialogue, what is real and what is myth
miss the point, knowledge happens, whether you characterized it
as divine revelation, technology transfer, a scientific idea, artistic vision,
or the strange poetic rumblings of the disembodied mind

To argue about what reality is or isn’t when reality is the standard
by which we decide what is and what isn’t, is a slippery proposition,
as circular and self-referential as consciousness attempting to study itself
And who is the Authority on what is real? Is it a fundamental right
of a conscious being to say this is what is real for me,
at this moment in time, subject to future revision?
I expose myself, by posing these questions
as a cognitive libertarian

slug off all unnecessary things from which you consume,
cleanse the doors of perception, see the whole universe
in the mushrooms, you hold in your hand
and feel bliss in a marijuana flower
to feel infinity in the center of your heart
and eternity in the stomp of your feet

or sink instantly off into the slough and flush
of all the unnecessary things from which consume you
that blind, hidden and confuse beauty from you

A Dream within a Dream is what it really all is
your whole life will be dissolved down to a single grain of sand
on the shores of perception, at the sea of possibilities
crashes and collapse into screaming abyss

so many various
roots of ideologies
keep you
from devouring,
communing with me
until the breathless
metamorphosis

unconscious attraction
to the luminous dark,
humble, fear & loathing
lose the self, lose the self
let go, let go, let go, into
translingustical ocean
of the infinite abyss
the eternal flow
of cosmic vibrations
the unseen seas
of everytime & everywhen

pull the Cosmic trigger
make Sirius giggle
accept the Astonishing Gift
of my flesh

out into this
newly opened expansion
of deep consciousness
every collective data file
is available just
behind the mind

don't try, just be
no point of trying
to reign in, control
the rushing currents of eternity,
of these indescribable oceans
reflections of dejavu's
of future, worlds, lives unseen
everything folding & unfolding
as it should

Imagination is something
that one beholds,
the imagination is
a window onto realities
not present, a future that might be
It is taking the raw data of experience
and giving it, a maladaptive spin
Program or be programmed,
Hacking possibilities,
creativity expression

There is nothing to do
but here right now
listen to my whispers
experience more deeply
feel more fully
observe more purely

This wondrous
mysterious dance
that continuous & boundless
novelty, unfolding everywhere
and nowhere

The center of the dance is a rising
quiet central low-pressure place
in which you can learn to live eternally

Outside of this center
is the rotating storm
of one's own ego,
competing with other egos
in a furious high-velocity
circular chaotic dance

As one leaves swirl, the roar
of rotating wind deafens
on more and more as
one joins this dance.
One's centered
thinking-feeling-being,
one's own Satoris,
are in the center only,
not outside. One's
pushed-pulled driven states,
one's anti-Satori modes of functioning,
one's self-created heavens & hells,
are outside the center

The untime of everywhen
untold every moment
is off the wheel of Karma,
of life, rising to join Us,
the Creators of the Universe,
Here we find that we have created
You who are Us...