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by Tara Carreon
We're looking for the voices
Sometimes we want to hear the inner voice
That's why people take drugs
They are looking for other sentient life in the universe
And finding it in short supply.
There's nothing more beautiful than meeting another being
Especially the ones who talk
I should probably take more psychedelics
But I'm afraid it would just be a waste of time.
I've never seen another being on psychedelics
Except that one time I saw God
But he was so God-like I couldn't get close to him
It's tautological
Like whirled peas
Will you ever be able to visualize world peace again?
Who I really seek to know is myself
There's someone trying to bust through
It's as if a tissue of skin was separating us
I can only see her translucent self
Scarlett spoke of having a guide
A guide is not science fiction
And wasn't invented by Blavatsky
Why is it that idiots are attached to guides?
Does that make me an idiot too?
That's a really hard question to answer.
It's just that when you've had experiences with these beings
You get greedy for more.
Not that your greed does you any good
They are rare, and you're lucky to meet one in a lifetime
I met one that I'll never forget
And I met others less impressive
But powerful and insistent nonetheless
But not enough for my tastes
It's almost as if you go looking for madness
Just so you can have these experiences.
We're experience junkies.
If only people didn't harm themselves and others
But you can't be safe all the time
It's a valid human activity to want to contemplate and meditate
We don't always have to do do do.
Why is that?
Do we have to have our stories to continue on?
Our guides
We don't want to be going nowhere
We have to flesh out physical existence
We need an inner landscape that physicality cannot provide
Which is why people get so attached to religion.
Religion is not afraid to create an inner landscape.
And anyone who denies this basic human need is a fool.
The question is, how to provide it
for ourselves so we are nobody's slave?
You borrow someone else's stories, and they own you.
Very slave behavior.
But it's not easy to create your own stories
Religion gives you a sense of self even as it rips it away.
Imagination is like a drug you can get carried away with.
And what's more fun than being totally obsessed?
Why should a person deny themselves anything?
That's what the elite think
And just give me the chance and we'll see how far I will go
Hopefully not to the point of fucking demons!
Man, it doesn't seem to take much to get some people there.
Those people are scary.
They have very dark instincts.
I'm looking for something a lot brighter and as far away from sun worship
as I can get.
I have no desire to worship the sun,
None at all.
And I do not think I would miss a world that did not have a sun in it.
I can't think of any dreams I've had that had the sun in it.
I can think of many warm and closed worlds that don't have the sun in
them.
The sun is a very physical world thing
You'd think that these sun worshipers,
Being the fantasists they are,
Would go for something different.
In fact, they do, they go for a black sun,
Whatever that is.
It sounds a little crazy to me.
I like a different kind of light.
I can get into bright light sources, but yellow is not my favorite color,
Blue is, so I go for a spectacular blue light source.
And I'm not really into the sky, so I prefer it to be more at horizon
level.
A little above that, maybe half way up the sky.
And I'm really NOT into bowing.
That is so retarded.
I like big open spaces, like tundras,
Places where lions roam,
A few trees,
Sparse and yellow.
I like the yellow at ground level.
I love yellow mountains.
Probably because I grew up in Arizona,
But who knows?
Maybe I would have felt that way anyway.
I've been in Oregon a long time
And that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing vast yellow tundras.
Like Spain.
A big continent surrounded by water
Makes an interesting, dry environment.
We have a need to communicate about
things
That aren't going to make us a penny of money.
What is money except what you have to have?
It's not what's fun
It's a necessity, not a pleasure.
You get as much as you need and then you do what you want to do.
It's simply a means to an end.
It's not the end by any means.
I'm sure if everyone could do without it
They would.
What kind of madness seizes the person who thinks money is a goal in
itself?
Makes me wrinkle my nose and roll my eyes.
These idiots who make a big deal out of money,
They have no inspiration at all.
Another example of a complete lack of imagination.
And they think they are the imagination kings.
It's fun sitting in your room as the
morning turns to afternoon,
The light just barely coming through the mostly closed curtains
Made of a nice burnt orange Turkish brocade.
Like light shining through ice.
As if you lived at the North Pole.
I wonder if Hitler was attached to that kind of light.
It's an interesting cold blue light.
Again, very physical world.
I think I'd go for something warmer,
Dusty pink for a boudoir feel.
The feeling of being in a womb,
But not inside your mother's stomach!
Something more open and spacious.
With nice flesh furniture placed all around.
Some translucent curtains
And far off inside spaces seen at a distance.
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