I was told by the little birds that the shadows are moving lately. They inch from side to side, pressing forward. They devour the energy of others, because they have no energy of… Continue reading
the music of the sphere is a vibration, it is the tenor of existence held in the pattern of harmonics and resonance in constant change and evolution. If you draw it out with a magic pen, you get an incredible visage, a pattern almost incomprehensible to the human eye. it may appear to be chaos, but to those of a higher order, there is patternicity to it.
Perhaps you already know what I’m referring to by now. It’s the so-called ‘God-gene’ possessed by reality benders. In the elder days, they didn’t need to decrypt a person’s genetic code to find those who possessed it. You see, those who had it were considered incarnate divine presences – and that wasn’t our ‘primitive ancestors’ mistaking parlor magic tricks for true power. It would be impossible to mistake a fully manifested Shining One for anything but a superhuman at the least. But the trait has been dormant in humanity for a long, long, long…time.
When I see a monarch butterfly, a strange grip seizes my stomach and my heart skips a beat. Even fantasy can impinge on reality. Somebody else’s story may become one’s own.
When a DJ plays an electronic music set, he has a special goal: to bring the audience, indeed the whole venue, into the umbrella of his music. When he is doing his job especially well, the boundary between him and his audience and the music itself begins to blur – if he is a good DJ, he can sense the engagement of the crowd, how well he is drawing them into his musical dimension, whether they are enthralled. The signal he gets from the crowd ought to mediate his performance, elsewise he risks breaking the ‘spell’.