Speaking the language of all realms
Most of my life has been an internal battle where I have tried to find the perfect language to describe my experience of Reality.
I remember lying in the darkness of night as a child, disintegrating my body - floating - feeling the excitement and pain of being so expanded that I didn't know where my body was or whether I even had a body. There was a feeling of being so vast that the compression into a physical structure caused unbelievable fear and pain.
My whole experience felt like one mush. No separations, no structure, no focus. Just a vast ocean of energy where language folds in on itself and stops being necessary or even something to consider using. I think my love for Ketamine in my twenties came as a need to explain and understand these childhood experiences.
I had no language to express what was happening, so I assumed it wasn't true. Instead I tried on the structures that were suggested to me by the environment I grew up in. I learned to speak to be liked, understood and academically correct.
Academic science, esoteric science and reality architecture in general has been the only thing I really want to talk about. I love to speak on the universal structures, what's always relevant in every realm, every relationship, every belief, science, every fractal of life.
I find it tiring and irrelevant to prove, debate or fight. If the lesson can't be applied everywhere, there's something missing and we need to go deeper in the conversation. I'm not so interested in opinions. I'm interested in the underlying pattern of the conversion.
The more I get to the essence of what language is really for - the less I need to speak. The more I get to the origin of language, the more it collapses.
Language has been a passion I am learning to master. It is an art that will eventually disappear and transform into direct resonance transmission.
Language is beautiful and has the same purpose as everything else - to branch off into artful expressions and then collapse in on itself and give birth to a communion so deep it's beyond comprehension.
When all branches find the stem, their roots and realize they're all talking about the same, fighting stops, and Harmony prevails. Music arises. Silence can finally be experienced.
Love 💕
👇🏼Photo of me from sometime in the 90's. The painting is what I painted last year, remembering what I had felt/seen all my life internally 🕊️
