♔ shannon

“Keep on dreamin’ boy cause when you stop dreamin’

 it’s time to die” 

Shannon Hoon 1967 - 1995 

♔ insanity is immune

"The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be

 found among those who appear to be most normal. 

"Many of them are normal because they are so well 

adjusted to our mode of existence, 

because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, 

that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does." 

They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; 

they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. 

Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness.

These millions of abnormally normal people, living without fuss in a society to which, if they were fully human beings, they ought not to be adjusted." 

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another;

 but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. 

The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. 

Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; 

in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. 

Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—

all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. 

We can pool information about experiences, 

but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, 

every human group is a society of island universes." 

☄

"All human beings are also dream beings. 

Dreaming ties all mankind together." 

                                                                                                                                                                           
— Jack Kerouac

♕ dumbsaint of the mind

♔ closely

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, 

hearing it, touching it, smelling it, 

tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, 

you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, 

depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that?

 By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental,it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake. 

♔ Dean Moriarty

"There was nowhere to go but everywhere, 

so just keep on rolling under the stars."

"And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotuslands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it. I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place, like the action of the wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water. I felt sweet, swinging bliss, like a big shot of heroin in the mainline vein; like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder; my feet tingled. I thought I was going to die the very next moment. But I didn't die..." 

— Jack Kerouac (On the Road)

♔ mujer espíritu

               Soy mujer que está parada

en la arena,

porque la sabiduría viene

 desde el lugar donde nace

la arena.

     Soy la mujer que escribe.

"El reino de la muerte es silencioso, oscuro y 

cálido, no hay nada frío, ni hay miedo; hay que 

estar cerca de la muerte, más cerca de la muerte 

que de los vivos tan contradictorios y amantes 

de la traición."

♔ sayulita

♔ Worrying is like praying in reverse.

♔ 4:20

“We don’t think upon a low level. We 

think high. That means we can live and 

we can see things. We can stay from 

above, and see things low. If you stay

 from below and look above, you have 

want. If you stay from above and look 

‘pon them below, then you can’t want. 

Because you have to bend down too low 

to pick up something…”

Light up the darkness