Remember, we are all affecting the world every moment, whether we mean to or not. Our actions and states of mind matter, because we're so deeply interconnected with one another. Working on our own consciousness is the most important thing that we are doing at any moment, and being love is the supreme creative act. 

- Ram Dass

JPTYGO

"Imagination is intelligence with an erection." Victor Hugo "Imagination is intelligence with an erection." 

 -  Victor Hugo

"I love those who yearn for the impossible."  

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

We are but droplets of water in the ocean of consciousness.

Na zewnatrz swieci slonce, widac tecze, znasz te uczucie kiedy cieple powietrze nadchodzi wraz z deszczem? Tak sobie wyobrazalem jej wejscie, niestety tecza to tylko kolory mojej wyobrazni, a spotkanie......
Nie wiem, ponoc jedne drzwi sie zamykaja, a inne otwieraja.
Ktos mi kiedys powiedzial - "Nie przestawaj szukac tego co niewidzialne."

What the Fuck Is This?

How did it all get here? And who are we? How did we get here too? What is going on? Why a universe at all? Why stuff? Why stations of consciousness? Why a pebble, an igloo, a croquet ball? Why anything? Why space? Why shape? Why gravity? Why ground? Why heat? Why worlds? Why time? Why matter? Why? Why? Why?How did all this trash and treasure get dropped on everyone's doorstep? How does anything emanate from anything else? How and why did it become this?....

"I'm" is a useless thing to say. You live in a great, big, vast world that you've seen none percent of.
And even the inside of your own mind is endless. it goes on forever inwardly. Do you understand?
Being the fact that you're alive is amazing, so you don't get to be bored.

:)
"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance." 

— T.S Eliot

  
Wish I was small
In sunny days
A summer light breeze
Could lead me further
Someone would call
From beyond the maze
Of winter freeze
And draw me to her
Eyes that are gray
Can't see behind the stains
Of blurring stars
And bleeding sun
I wish I could stay
Or silence the rain
The solid bars
Of all that's left undone
All that's left undone
Nights in the snow
When all you know
Is a velvet breath
And you all you long for
Light is a stain
A ball without a chain
The sweetest death
Might make you stronger
Gaze becomes eyes
To crystal rollerdice
The trembling ground
What have you done?
I wish I could wake
As the walls start to quake
From the impossible sound
Of air that leaves the sun
A summer breeze begun
A air that leaves the breathing sun

Whether projecting on a tree, building, or bedroom, Briend is able to have the surface's detail accentuate the depth of the images he projects.

  Projections by Clement Briend

You know that feeling? 
When you're just waiting.
Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall ito bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day.
That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing.
And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. 
But no one's going to be there. 
And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. 
But you're tired of waiting.
Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. 
And for once, you just want it to be easy.
To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping and you're still wishing.
And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. 
You're fighting.

That's My Dream That's My Dream :)

emotions
I wish we were friends.
I wish I was more than a face you sometimes recognise, because you are an entire world in my eyes, and you're so full of hope that I think I would die if I touched you.

:) 
You pretend you're high 
You pretend you're bored 
You pretend you're anything 
Just to be adored 
And what you need 
Is what you get 
Don't believe in fear 
Don't believe in faith 
Don't believe in anything 
That you can't break 
You stupid girl 
All you had you wasted 
What drives you on what drives you on 
Can drive you mad can drive you mad 
A million lies to sell yourself 
Is all you ever had 
Don't believe in love 
Don't believe in hate 
Don't believe in anything 
That you can't waste 
You stupid girl 
Cant believe you fake it

David Lynch Foundation

‎"The trauma that I've seen, the situations that I've been through... you take all of that stuff and you put it in a bag. And we keep filling up our bag with all these problems rather than dealing with them."

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."

 ~ Anaïs Nin 

Allowing the growth in another person to be at their own pace is unspoken love.

It’s funny how time can change your mind 
Sometimes the rain can make it fine 
Other days it takes a mountain to see 
What stands for love is right in front of me

In this day them things play with your mind 
you look close with something you may never find 
when I see you again we can make this happen 
if I see you again we can make it this time 

Those run around days, we come the same 
let's settle up then ride the rain 
never stop listening, you'll miss the sound of the wind
everyone's voice is different plus signs are useless for looking me 

Isn't strange, when things they build with your mind 
looking for cruise thing it will may never find 
Ain't it strange, when things play with your mind 
you look close for something you may never find 
if I'll see you again we can make this happen 
if I see you again we can make it this time

if I see you again
when I see you again
if I see you again

:D !

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want
I will shrink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove and cut me off
And cut me off
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I'll set you free
I'll set you free
Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can't kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

Anyone of you familiar with Rupert Sheldrake? If not, maybe it's time!

"In reality that is inconceivably multidimensional, the old concepts of God are *relatively* meaningless. Even the term, a supreme being, is in itself distortive, for you naturally project the qualities of human nature upon it. If I tell you that God is an idea, you would not understand what I meant, for you do not understand the dimensions in which an idea has its reality, or the energy that it can originate and propel. You do not believe in ideas in the same way that you believe in physical objects, so if I tell you that God is an idea, you will misinterpret this to mean that God is less than real—nebulous, without reality, without purpose, and without motive action. Your own physical image is the materialization of your *idea* of yourself within the properties of matter. Without the idea of yourself, your physical image would not be; yet often it is all you are aware of. The initial power and energy of that idea of yourself keeps your image alive. Ideas, then, are far more important than you realize. If you will try to accept the idea that your own existence is multidimensional, that you dwell within the medium of infinite probabilities, then you may catch a slight glimpse of the reality that is behind the word, ‘god,’ and you may understand why it is almost impossible to capture a true understanding of that concept in words." 

- Seth Speaks, by Jane Roberts

The precision and innovation that is required for space exploration just blows my mind.

Washington state made history this Tuesday by passing Initiative I-502, becoming the first state in the nation, along with Colorado, to legalize recreational use of marijuana for adults 21 and over.

So you feel entitled to a sense of control
And make decisions that you think are your own
You are a stranger here, why have you come
Why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun

Now you're moving on and then you say you're alone
Suspicious that this string is moving your bones
We are the fire we see how they run
See how they run, lift me higher, let me look at the sun

Look at the sun and once I hear them clearly say
Who who are you really?
And where are you going?
Well I've got nothing left to prove
Cause I've got nothing left to lose
See me bare my teeth for you
Who who are you ?

oh shit this video so damn serious. . .no funny & watch this guy with the magazine woah!!!
who are you...really?

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everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it

“ I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah. Now, if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean? What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize that we’re all One?  

— Bill Hicks

Happy Carl Sagan Day!
Today we celebrate one of the great minds in not only astronomy, but the realm of psychedelics, Carl Sagan. If you click the link above, you’ll find a page where they’re doing a live webcast of a tribute to Sagan.

“The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.”

 
Happy Birthday to Carl Sagan, who would have witnessed his 78th revolution around the sun had he not lost his battle with cancer. 
Though his life was cut short, he continues to inspire me in a way I never could have imagined, and for that, I am grateful.

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop.” 

- Jack Kerouac

I mentioned these guys earlier but they keep on positively shocking me. First they recorded the most psychedelic album of modern days and now they're about to release another one. To get a taste of it, click below.

Secondly; they wrote this

All proceeds from MYCOLOGY album sales will be benefitting the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies (MAPS) to increase awareness of the positive and therapeutic uses of psychedelics.
We believe that psychedelics are a sacred medicine and want to do our part by supporting research into the infinite potential of the mind.
Check out http://www.MAPS.org/ for more info.