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User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Oct 19, 2017 10:28 PM (UTC)

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Aeons ago I saw you run your tongue through my veins -
Sharper than fire and colder than lust,
A blade that can sunder these membranous layers,
starting at the skin and ending at the bone, making pit stops between agony and ecstasy.

With surgical accuracy every jaw-clenching kiss clawed at the bowels of the beast we created to guard the walls we erected between us,
Aeons of thorns engulfing the raw lust rooted in our bones, the dust of countless forgotten names littering the sheets we now dig our nails into.

I saw you ripping me apart,
Giggling as the floor shattered my soul and swallowed it whole.
As your teeth sunk into my skin I listened to your heart as it whispered sweet-nothings into my chest -
a poetic nuance of the once in-love and now in-pieces.
The lustrous glimmer of hope being drowned in crimson,
Gently siphoned through the streets our feet once kissed beneath a shattered and incomplete moon,
So many moons ago.

So, here we are, clinging to a dream like dust to blood,
In a desperate attempt to latch onto anything that can make us feel whole again,
without this hole,

Left with nothing but a breath and a sigh,
a long way from home,
a love-infected mess.

Text: @psychonautic_equilibrium
Art by @instaphazed

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User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 24, 2018 10:24 PM (UTC)

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No enunciation of the Truth will ever be complete,
No method of training will ever be suitable for all temperaments,
No one can do more than mark out the little plot of infinity which he intends to cultivate,
And thrust in the spade,
Trusting that the soil may eventually be fruitful and free from weeds so far as the bounds he has set himself extend.

Text by #DionFortune
Art by @indg0
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 24, 2018 10:08 PM (UTC)

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You are immortal; you’ve existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die.
You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun.
Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.

Text by #MiguelRuiz
Text inspired by @inner.bliss
Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 18, 2018 10:13 PM (UTC)

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The truth is you already know what it's like.
You already know the difference between the size and speed of everything that flashes through you and the tiny inadequate bit of it all you can ever let anyone know.

As though inside you is this enormous room full of what seems like everything in the whole universe at one time or another and yet the only parts that get out have to somehow squeeze out through one of those tiny keyholes you see under the knob in older doors. As if we are all trying to see each other through these tiny keyholes.
But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what it's like. That it's what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul.

And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you're a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it's only a part. Who wouldn't? It's called free will.

But at the same time it's why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali--it's not English anymore, it's not getting squeezed through any hole.

So cry all you want, I won't tell anybody.

Text by #DavidFosterWallace
Art by @ehscapist
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 18, 2018 10:02 PM (UTC)

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Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships.

The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive.

If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.

On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.

Text by #DavidFosterWallace
Art by @ehscapist
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 18, 2018 9:46 PM (UTC)

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Life is a movement,
An endless movement,
And to inquire into this extraordinary thing called life, with all its innumerable aspects, one must ask fundamental questions and never be satisfied with answers, however satisfactory they may be -

Because the moment you have an answer, the mind has concluded, and conclusion is not life -
It is merely a static state.

Text by #JidduKrishnamurti
Art by @Julianmajin
Art reposted via @mysterykidx
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Feb 1, 2018 10:38 PM (UTC)

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Unfold through Subtlety
Remember -

The voice that roars the Galaxy into being,
Also chants the patterns
On a Butterfly's wing.

Art by #TomasSanchez
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Jan 12, 2018 10:53 PM (UTC)

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You know in classical philosophy they said this is what classical philosophy is about. Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going? These are the three questions, everything arises from this. Each leads on to the other.

I’ve tried to look at the question, where did we come from and have proposed theories about it. By looking into my body, brain with drugs and meditation and just analytical thinking, I’ve tried to look at who are we, and then the great unanswered question is, where are we going. You know, what is to be the destiny of the human race? Are we an episode in the biology of this planet, or will we build an eden strung along the Milky Way? And from there to yet grander and greater things?

We don’t know how much intelligence there is in the universe, but we certainly know that something has broken out on this planet in our species that is like nothing else in the order of nature.

Text by #TerenceMcKenna
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User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Jan 12, 2018 10:44 PM (UTC)

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But, I submit to you that there is an overarching law which affects all reality and that you don’t need an atom smasher or extremely advanced mathematical methodologies to discern.

It is self-evident in your own experience. And what it is, is that as we go back in time the universe is found to be a simpler place. If we go back a long ways in time, the universe is a very simple place. There are no cultures, there are no animals, there are no plants. Indeed if we go far enough back in time there are no stars and planets, the universe is simply a swarming ocean of energy.

But as we approach the present its as though the universe has undergone a series of crystallizations, out of itself of higher and higher forms of organization. And this is what I call novelty.

Text by #TerenceMcKenna
Art by @wileywallace
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Jan 11, 2018 9:51 PM (UTC)

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Oh, how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person.

And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken,
And in the end one grew old and looked cunning - or wise - and still one knew nothing perhaps,
Still waiting and listening.

Text by #HermannHesse
Art by @dappermouth
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Jan 11, 2018 9:45 PM (UTC)

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I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is.
I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world.
Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

Text by Charles de Lint
Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 27, 2017 10:36 PM (UTC)

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Aloneness (all-oneness) is our authentic nature. We are always alone. We came into this planet alone and we will leave alone. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone, although we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case.

True love has nothing to do with the idea that someone is the other half of my soul and that I need him or her in order to be whole and feel complete. Love is not being half of an entirety with another, love is being both a whole and accepting the alone, and only when you can be alone with someone there is true love regardless of whether this aloneness is accepted by the other or not.

And yet..
I miss you.

Text by #FrancoSantoro
Art by @danielpashman
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 27, 2017 10:02 PM (UTC)

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If only there were a dogma to believe in. Everything is contradictory, everything is tangential; there are no certainties anywhere. Everything can be interpreted one way and then again interpreted in the opposite sense. The whole of world history can be explained as development and progress and can also be seen as nothing but decadence and meaninglessness. Isn't there any truth? Is there no real and valid doctrine?

Joseph Knect said to his Music Master: There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend, rather, you should long for perfection in yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

Text by #HermannHesse
Art by @instaphazed
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 26, 2017 9:33 PM (UTC)

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I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.

Text by #HermannHesse
Art by @joeslucher
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 26, 2017 9:05 PM (UTC)

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Look at any randomly selected piece of your world. Encoded deep in the biology of every cell in every blade of grass, in every insect’s wing, in every bacterium cell, is the history of the third planet from the Sun in a Solar System making its way lethargically around a galaxy called the Milky Way.

Its shape, form, function, colour, smell, taste, molecular structure, arrangement of atoms, sequence of bases, and possibilities for the future are all absolutely unique. There is nowhere else in the observable Universe where you will see precisely that little clump of emergent, living complexity.

Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 24, 2017 10:52 PM (UTC)

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How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos?

Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for aeons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder.

With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, is the greatest mystery of all.

V.S. Ramachandran
Art by @mcptato
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 19, 2017 11:24 PM (UTC)

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Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people.

Forget yourself.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Art by #TomaszAlenKopera
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 19, 2017 11:17 PM (UTC)

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On the meridian of time there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama. If at any moment anywhere one comes face to face with the absolute, that great sympathy which makes men like Gautama and Jesus seem divine freezes away.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses. For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood.

Art by @alexgreycosm
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 19, 2017 11:00 PM (UTC)

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Every culture has its own creation myth, its own cosmology. And in some respects every cosmology is true, even if I might flatter myself in assuming mine is somehow truer because it is scientific. But it seems to me that no culture, including scientific culture, has cornered the market on definitive answers when it comes to the ultimate questions.

Science may couch its models in the language of mathematics and observational astronomy, while other cultures use poetry and sacrificial propitiations to defend theirs. But in the end, no one knows, at least not yet.

Art by @mear_one
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Dec 19, 2017 10:55 PM (UTC)

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I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death.

I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets.
To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time.

Never more to speak or to listen or to think.

Art by @mcptato
User Image psychonautic_equilibrium Posted: Nov 19, 2017 9:01 PM (UTC)

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And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

Art by @mcptato