Tempest onoculus

Somewhere, unlike anywhere, and light Transcendent like a river flows in Floating darkness cool and, Gushing smooth, of dream like consistency  Thick, and pooling life immaterial  Ascending, unfolding, whispering To my everything. Descending, triangulating, walking Across my everywhere. From nothingness, in everything void. Into everything from nothingness and Everywhere that these visions go on forever.

A “trial by fire" is an idiom defined as a test of one’s ability to perform under pressure but, that singular definition alone would be contrary to the definition of idiom for allusions have a tendency to have multiple meanings as it applies to different situations. It is a test of determination and skill mastery or, the ability to master a skill within itself. The weak burn in the flames while the strong become one with them. I have found that fire in dreams is the intensity of the emotional experience in the dream itself. It’s part of the truth that our unconscious is revealing. It is forewarning, so that we might find balance. The Phoenix, as the righteous man in proverbs that may fall many times only to rise again, is eternally reborn from its ashes. So in this sense,  the failing of a trial by fire is simply an opportunity to be reborn. A chance to grow and evolve.  Salutation Pending  Johnny R Draper 

In the early days of my esoteric studies I fell into a short dream state that was probably not as long as, and definitely no longer than the REM cycle that took place. In this dream state I was standing in a white expanse beside of an infinite row of skulls that stretched beyond all meridians.    The top of the skulls had been removed and their cavities stuffed with thick pads of sticky notes all of which were filled with writing, and I knew that I had to read them all. They represented the prophets and philosophers of old and their brains to pick, in writing, for an eternity to come. I grew instantly disgusted and overwhelmed that I was faced with an infinity of knowledge and one life time to gain the wisdom and understanding that I sought. I awoke almost instantly feeling instant regret with myself for my impatience. I rebuked myself promptly and attempted to go back into the dream scene but was unable too because going back was not the point. The point was an awareness in myself of

In the garden of moments, a word endless That cannot be finished, in contrast, indifference. Immaterial becomes material and immaterial again. This immaterial in consciousness  and conscious that all things are material living in continuum, animated,  Life passes through death, and birth  In the garden of moments,  A traveler that suffers the changes, A notion in endless fruition, Repurposed in cycles,  Belonging to nothing  While lending the ability to live.  

Paradigm Drifting- the art of perceiving a philosophical/spiritual/magickal concept through a transcendental, synchro mystical method, whether believed in or not, in real time as it is inspired or realized, and, or applies to a particular state or condition.  I think it important, before I get started, to note the differences and similarities in and between paradigm shifting and paradigm drifting so as not to plagiarize on any one’s toes while in consideration that in my studies the knowledge of the first gave rise to the latter.  Paradigm shifting is the act of shifting suddenly from one particular religious belief to another. The act of shifting implies will, as does the suddenness of the act itself. Paradigm drifting on the other hand is passive, not sudden per say, but inspired much in the design of Emerson’s statement that “God comes without bell.  Examples of paradigm drifting in a philosophical or psychoanalytic setting would be that whether I do or don’t agree with Plato’s theo

Of what do I behold in this supernal orb of bright antiquity, Full in the womb with wishes. What penance do I owe these dark clouds that shift between us, Dropping their spatters of chilled rain like, The bony touch of willful indifference. Randomness, behold, randomness, Behold this essence called mother. The tears in this severity are called long suffering. This presence is called wrought and,  What dwells among us of, What we ask in prayers spoken to the darkness, in that, When we feel that touch, We will know that grace and, our souls will,  Tremble in the wake of its power.