All is One
I looked down onto and across a very strange and unfamiliar landscape. It was a rocky, largely barren place with sharpened peaks rising all around. Yellows and grays beneath an azure sky. It was like looking into a vast ampitheater and I recall thinking that the heat of the midday sun must be unbearable down there in the center. Strange, because ‘down there’ was really up there on top of a flattened peak of dust and bare rocks. It was a strange and crazy point of vantage that I had of this scene. There were a number of squarish whitened buildings dotted around in the yellow-green valleys – signs of life at least. It was then that I noticed that atop the flattened rocky peak in the center of my
Read More »The Art of Dreaming
For a while this morning I was researching Carlos Castenada. I had read his first four or five books as a teen and was thinking perhaps it was time to refresh my memory as regards their content. Pretty soon, I was reading about the man and how most likely, he was a fraud who rather than sitting in a small room with Don Juan was reading books about the subject at the University Library. I felt a rising sense of disappointment too as I read how he had retreated to a mansion with three female followers who gave up everything to live with and follow him and how he treated his family. All the classic symptoms of ego, sex and cult. Very disappointing. I read too a summary of the
Read More »Two Weeks of Silence
After today, I can promise you almost two weeks of silence from G Michael Vasey. While I am gone, I will imagine you all running out to buy my books and reading my archive of delicious articles on this blog and on Asteroth’s Domain Me? well, I will be laying in the sun, swimming and drinking cold beers to cool off in Kos. I can’t wait. I have been neglecting Asteroth’s Domain which I reserve for more esoteric articles mainly. I guess, I simply haven’t had much to say esoterically recently. Instead, I have been focused on building a business (Commodity Technology Advisory LLC) and trying to build a platform for my writing. Both are non-stop activities and can slowly eat away every minute of the day one way or
Read More »Reality Really is Weird
I am reading a book about the nature of reality. It has an interesting way of working its theme as it has you conduct experiments. This last two days, I was doing one of the experiments where you simply look everywhere and expect to see something. In my instance, I decided on a pink car. Don’t ask me why. It just seemed like something fairly rare…. I actually finished reading the instructions on my Kindle riding a bus to pick up my car from service on Friday. I decided, pink car and looked up. As my eyes refocused on the view through the back window of the bus I noticed another bus. It was white but…. it had huge pink stripes on it. I thought to myself “OK, thats not
Read More »Conforming to Conformity
Patterns in thinking Growing up like I did Gave me food for thought A brainwashed kid? Taught to see your world The way you all did Adopting your reality from the Bottom of the pyramid And if I did break free Ah, God forbid Would you persecute me Until I am rid Of all those original thoughts? Simply splendid My mind under lock and key Forever hid.
Read More »Am I Alone?
I must confess that I often wonder if I am in fact alone. I mean, are any of YOU actually REAL? Much more likely, you are all figments of my furtive imagination. Think about it. The only thing that can really be real to us are our own experiences. Those experiences are second hand since if I touch you, it is in fact something in my brain that interprets what that touch should feel like and hell, what is ‘feeling’ anyway? Its something in my consciousness and in my brain and nothing to do with the atoms and molecules of my hand brushing against the atoms and molecules of you. Our entire experience of OUT THERE is ….. INSIDE OF US. You do not exist people I know it. I
Read More »The Sound of Dying
Sirocco breathe Stalking me Skeletal death A crossroads Decisions to be made Deeply disturbing Wrongly played I stare at eyes That pierce back at me A shadow falls Thinking radically Passing muster A heartfelt prayer No one’s listening Do it for a dare? Synchronous monsters Slithering home Silence is golden Especially when alone Deepening despair As eyes start to cry Is this it? Did I simply die? Fading sounds Darkening Grounding Rounding A corner Gone. Image: The Dying Fall – JG Ballard
Read More »Dancers
Lift up your head and look around Take the time to see the world Bit by bit. Open your eyes and really see Observe and focus your attention Byte by byte. Is this world an illusion? Created in your mind Are you simply a delusion? That God left behind Now close your eyes and listen hard Hear the sounds around you Bit by bit. There is cacophony in the silence If you have the ears to hear Byte by byte. Am I the center of creation? Constantly creating Or just an aberration That God left waiting Bit by bit Revelations Byte by byte Animations No answers No questions Only dancers Dancing on a stage Image: Degas Figure Study 5
Read More »Hard Dreams
Since we moved back into our apartment in Brno, I have dreamed and dreamed hard. Every night. Vivid dreams that I don’t always recall much of but recall the vividness all the same. I wonder, why would that be? I seem to dream of planes a lot. I watch as they take off, stall, bounce (!) and then explode. Or I watch planes flying low and last night, I watched a plane flying and being constantly struck by lightening from a cloud above. My dreams are vivid but dark like horror movies. Not frightening but menacing in terms of the visuals and atmosphere. Last night, I was running to escape something and everywhere I run there was someone or something so I had to shift direction again. I had no idea what
Read More »The Journey
I see inside with dream-like vision I glide through slinky lines of time Silver lights and golden kites I bathe in light and gently recline Like feeling carelessness’ caress Ripples moving up and down my spine Thunderous sounds so boldly loud Speak? These tongues simply opine Tunnels filled and gently moved along Dancing faeries all in a line I drift and travel onwards still Into worlds and realms of mine Is this truly my heaven then? In the stillness of this un-time Deeper and yet deeper still Into this universe of patient calm Knowing that whatever I foresee I am certain that it’s really mine
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