Light of the World. — Be the Light.

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Plant Seeds Use Mini 'Brains' to Decide When to Sprout

These seed "brains" don't have traditional gray matter, but they do use the same architecture for information-processing as our brains do, interpreting a cascade of hormone signals to decide when to germinate, the study found.

"Plants are just like humans in the sense that they have to think and make decisions the same way we do,"




There's a seed inside every brain.
And somehow the house awakens it.


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Just bringing the tunes

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Oh that was a great one!

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If I move abruptly past my eyes’ reflection

it allows the circumvention of the moon’s ego and I am reborn.

The cascading trepidation and reservation reminds me of the delicate and malleable form of this reality;

we are frail and wandering generators of this very place after all.

I discovered appreciation for the merciful harmonization within this new Creation I’m swimming within.

I am taken aback by the velvetiness as it elongates across me, holding me like a loving, young mother.

It transmutes these imperfections into the opportunity I’ve longed for so impatiently and assumingly.

Looking deeper within, I agitate the third-eye’s extraordinary lenses.

Watching in naivety as my candle burns away, awed by these distorted flames;

I fall asleep in this crushing abyss.

With only a shallow fluorescent light left to funnel me back from this darkness,

I am a silent witness, as I push on alone within this mescalito dream.

The flame is my only faint and distant reminder of my hyper-dimensional sentient origins.

Lost by some mysterious means in the echoes of a paradigm long over and done.

I recognize this body as an instrument of pain and bliss, or love and hate for they are all illusions in their depths and therefore borne much the same…from darkness without hope and hope within darkness.

The body is soulless without its shadow and searches on through endless wandering.

Now I realize what it is to be united and enclosed within Creation, to be a delta of this ultimate of equations.


I have seen death’s spirals and the Truths from which it masks its face.

As I push open the sacred stargates carefully keeping the celestial order,

I realize I’m this beautiful machine built within divine diffractions.

And as I shower my dawning light upon the waters of permutation,

the pressure wave of this monumental moment pushes me even further from forever…

And I lose all sense of self. I am an echo, coaxing me through my own limitations for a suggestion of identity within.

I am humbled and stilled by the holographic nature of my own existence reflected infinitely in these cosmic waters.

I can be everything and nothing, above and below, or as the spaces between all the swirling galaxies.

I am but a dream within a dream, in of itself condensing to an awesome initiation.

Holding secret séances in the darkest corners of this vacated mind,

I soon realized. Sustenance is in the open and wild eyes of the Shamans of Starlight who dined on the flesh of the virgin Light.

Now they are boatmen on the Sea of Uncertainty.

(Circa 2003)

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Oldie

it feels okay to feel okay today

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My kind of late-night vibes/mood..



(Shades of Tame Impala)

Come with me
On a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
On a journey under the skin...

We will look together
For the Pan within
Close your eyes
Breathe slow we'll begin
To look together
For the Pan within...

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