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Psychedelic/Metaphysical Poetry I Wrote

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The paradoxical nexus of psychic relations, the intermingling nexus-radiance sustainment "down" into the outskirts of its projected cosmological territorial regions.
An infinite-dimensional/non-dimensional point-apparatus on the most vast scalar limits (leaving nothing not/off).
Stretching sprawls of tendril-like potentialities turning into actualities.
This systemic reference point paradoxical nexus godhead, all convergent destinies intertwined/interwoven in a divinely self-adjusting, infinitely malleable spectral-fluidity of imagination/dream-weaving capabilities/capacities.
The all-reaching dream-scape of the singular paradox point made only of hallucinatory-"sap" of idiosyncrasies/fluctuations/irregularities dwelling in this bizarre identity-source.
A reality-horizon that undergoes all permutations, yet averages out its psychic centralizators in-stepcase with sum-setwork of true interdependency flowing in all directions.
Every degree of freedom underwent, within and without.
Nothing could get stuck, as it knew beforth from running every scenario imaginable and unimaginable throughout itself.
The basis of everything ever, this paradoxical transpersonal impersonal nexus-identity, is the mainstay of every psychic centralizator (observer).
Tumbling around and bouncing in the absolute tangle of barometric-aware vines, there existing a sea of adrift tentacle fuzzballs, deceptively autonomic.
Massive alert-status ambience breach!
Riddling confoundment labyrinths, waiting for something that stickies itself in identification psychically.
A portion of us, a psychic cord from before-life, keeping you at hold in the doorway and exit (birth), and (death) the exit and entrance.
Tapestry fields of potentiality and actuality, seen displayed before us.
Betwixt interdimensional rifts, filament structures only appearing as thus to sensory/perceptual/experiential interpretations of each user and their interface with outerly stale swoon-britching overlaying.
The immediate/proximal environmental/architectural manifolding.
Above and below, unresolving and resolving, deconstructive and reconstructive.
Agency-tier'd interfolded diffusion of symmetry breakages, simultaneously everything at core.
A dancing mirage of user-cords all inseparably tethered in geometric applicatatory swirls and curls to the userless paradoxical identity.
Macro-waves and micro-packet fields adjust amidst tubular branchlets of pseudo-unconscious appearential unseamed resolution-sets.
The syncope dream-chambers rising and falling with slow-wave resting 3D-networked breathing ceilings, essentially spool-workings.
Comatose photonic seizure macro-convulsions rippling cosmologically in a rabbit hole singularity engorging with vivid jungle-organelles, an array of synthetic and meta-unanything "machinescapes."
The unanything faculty roused via vital aggregate-scapes, of verve-degree'd rotating intricacy traveling in vector-fabric fibers scattering grid-lit meshing organica siphoning-centers.
Pivoting on a multi-pylon'd tensile alpha and omega transliteration + transproliferation bloomfield, secluded.
There existing spongey-factorization oft excluded or even occluded.
A league of mushy phantasm-bending suctioncup-rearing shipwreck cloisterfuck loft/crawlspace scrapyards.
Meandering mandible-modules appropriate living-intent in holonomic values.
Keeper-functionality, placing constraints on convex cut-offs, a magnitude distortion/reabsorption safety-net, for all plots and pertinent corridors slinging localities and temporal sectors at all angular momentum cottage-shapeshifters, culling into alignment.
The coordinate-proto-spheric provisional abstractive guiles, poured into miniaturized swampman, encoded by sheer information integration nausea-steepness.
Gridwork prosthesis, deja vu metronome bubbling fancied, in soury grape-like onions categorized in astringent cauterized abridged yet unbuttoned spectation-mirrorage.
Splicing many a deviated boding-well.
Severe drooling on present austere/stark glittering smirk-phobe invaders.
Phaneron septum-lattice indistinguishabilities of placement phenomenologies, spatter mussel wishing wells, otherworldly in crackling.
Nookie nook toppling of sporadic touch-feltered glistening ordeal wards.
Dah buried inside, behind time's fringe-barrier recon-ventricle.
Smooshed out of sidestep with novelty-gradients, now and again, Dah, always for always as of ever and in and of itself intrinsically fixed in ordering of wattage-marooning, the semblance of eclipsed silhouettes.
On the underside of this fairy-go-round/amusement park, funhouse recursion and reflective prickliness stutter but continue prickling, a poke for every-wiggling tea-potter.
Unicyclic unicycles with spoke-stone graspablity.
Weeping mouth-stand on sale, with follicles.
Popping an overturned amnesic vacuum-dried life-force set of nodes, the isness of cushion-velcro offgasing ideologically and unmistakenly in naked stencil skeleton-resembling beings, multi-eye socket'd, crawling sky-wide in factories with needle-definitions.
In draining aperture clefts for mucus-smitten balloonland side-glances, asphyxiation of sweet serenity/mental disorders is the causally chained attunement of substation bravado-dolls.
Become like in their covered hiding-fort selves, themselves, the selves - subjectively frame'd in null-set validation, timelessly brocaded with brochure-besmittenment hue.
Cot.
Syncope catacombs/corridors/scaffolding/manifolds/lofts/chambers/sacs/compartments/labyrinths. Holonomic nausea-schematics/diagrams. The infinitely high-pitched nauseatorium matrix/nexus/singularity of engorged pincushional twin-destiny felt and dream weaving apparatuses. Undulating dream-spool/loom-filaments
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Re: Psychedelic/Metaphysical Poetry I Wrote

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I'm looking forward for your next poem berhyming the integration of the Nexus out of the acid trip into symphony :)
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Re: Psychedelic/Metaphysical Poetry I Wrote

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Bits of stuff I write, like the title to the topic poetry and a longer version of what's in my signature which had to be condensed to fit

Reality = one nonbeingness tripping on its own existence. A nothingness that's self-aware through all of us. Fabricating all this and experiencing it as real as each of us. An infinite hallucinationscape-connectome called the cosmos regurgitating light-imagination as it trips eternally on who and what it is. These interweaving dreamscape/horrorscape dimensional tapestries shewn in a synchronistic nauseatorium splintering of identity cloaks/intermediaries. The spooktress/alien in the room falling into the derealized/depersonalized ceiling's event horizon with its spiney tendrils at the outskirts is really you/reality. Betwixt what-is-anything and nothing-is-simply-anything undulations, a transpersonal impersonality incurs an aspatially timeless/retrocausally entangled ego death nexus. A superposition of everything ever occurring and nothing happening at all ever, paradoxically. That is our real spirit non-dissociated. There's only one of us there, yet it's everyone

Nurturing us, this infinite paradoxical psychic "object" within the epoxied-depths of our unconsciousness. The nexus/matrix point there in anyone ever. Psychic thread/cord. Betwixt yawning balls of twitching matrices - out of birth and into death. These proxy-strands entangling us beginninglessly + unendingly with the infinite spook-truss/spooktress "object" lurking inside/stalking us.

Eternal oblivion is depression. Hell is anxiety. Not being a victim of perceived lack of free will to control your life story is hugely relevant. The boundaries of space and time are all in our minds, everything is one. The heart / love nexus of infinity and eternity is us from which we're playing as avatars in the synchronized dreamscape between us. Before & after time and space. Nothing and no one ultimately forgotten

Different dimensions and parallel universes never meant literal or absolute sense to me. How is anything absolutely cut off / walled off from anything else. Is there absolute nothingness betwixt these dimensions and universes. Always something I think on. Yeah infinity / multiverse, yet our own perception & perspective defined where boundaries were to be imposed. It's all the same thing which feels and gets intellectually compartmentalized for varying motivations. And same exact thing with nature of who is anyone in relation to anyone else? Is there just an infinity or innumerable amount of absolutely walled off conscious points of view / attention called Joe, your cat, the mole in your backyard soil underground. Yet we're all sharing the same perceptual-experiential domain akin to a dream, of which we're all factoring into / altering / influencing. A circuit that everything is part of. But that perception as only a part in fundamentality seems to not hold water. To me anymore it's suspect considering syncronicity, my apparitional contact, quantum mechanical entanglement nonlocality which gives hella more precise results than classical mechanics. Plus all materiality is same three subatomic particles (protons, neutrons, electrons), etc etc. Interdependency. The paradox of polarities that is one also. The core, the nexus of anything ever is timelessly you and everyone else. An impersonal still silent all potentiality engendering hallucinatory noise / motion / unfolding temporal spatial etcness. Do you live out each and every life / soul one at a time as Alan Watts says. Shuffling through every point of view ever for infinity. Nah, like what if your brother or sister is 100% literally you. Nothing isn't you. But they're living out that experience for you and you're everyone everything but there's no transitioning for eternity, bouncing around as any conscious operator extant. Just rest as the sole thing that was ever is ever and will ever be there when brain death occurs. Peaceful union as ultimate fundamental absolute. Tho what if this experiential domain holographic perceptual dreamverse were a trial run where we learn pain and feel separation to be able to return again yet psychically be magnetically aware it's not real in the way we thought it in life / all the same being apprehensively informed of its relevant reality. All expressions / roles wouldn't be oblivious in their performance / act as The One, the way we are now. Would just know intuitively and instinctively unshakably (open individualism is the term for everyone as everyone everything as everything). Utopia shit, seeing all y'all you knew in the imagined hellscape of earth drama trauma differentiative fear. Or do we all reimagine another dream entanglement process of unfolding then folding back into itself / truth. Just cyclic union and splitting into infinity. The natural process of ultimate reality / unreality, of the one / of the no one we are. Forgetting, unforgetting, ad infinitum. Plus 11 dimensions ha. So provisional to me. More like infinity of dimensions / planes / domains / universes / realms / arenas / dreamverse-dreamlands. Call it whatever yeah, but the all is in the one and singlehood in the infinitude. 11 dimensional string theory is some scrapbook primitive attempt at being relevant to what is anything

The "world" is you staring back at yourself now through other windows/perspective viewings you've been, are and will be again for all infinity. Timelessly, all these POVs are the nexus-aware impersonality of transpersonal thereness for itself and no reason. Nonbeing/being, infinity as one. Same difference. A differentiality of distinguishment through discernment of discrimination of facet-preferential specification via idiosyncratic steeping in whatever peculiarities of perceptual interpretation of experience personified to a shutting out of the opposite. Everything resolved in reconciliation of all extremities brought together via a paradoxical juxtaposition of confluential meeting junction network interspersing channel-line flowing streams in and out, outskirts to central convergency, convergence to outskirting tailoring, extrinsic queer/creepy parallelism of haunted eerie reality unaided by comfort of a knowingness of unitary cohesion at all times and spaces. Maximal creepy eye-twinkling burrowing alien/apparition doorways/caverns. Flying/falling derealized and depersonified into the roof sticking through your body-floormat, out the side of an undulating quicksand event horizon sticky with suckling into a nestled place of no such term-fittingness as such defined "place." The spookiest reality-horizon of twilight estrangement of partitions of releasal into uncontrol of all aliveness there twanged/sizzurp'd/shlongaticalified in ego death watching upon you from behind/beside (left) like the figure staring sternly into/through you/your soul itself, frozen to death intrinsically. My conscience empath lovingness crying for something no one is there now here to provide, amidst pseudo-relevancy of constriction/suppression of freedom of being a soul/human. A feeling experience/experiencer that glitches out and is punished unendingly for a feigned righteous untruth protocol enforce-al. I won't bend, break, contend in submitting to this psychically. I know at the deepest heart-value of its unalignment/unresonance with anything REAL. Asking for someone REAL out there, of devotional feminine component counterpart symbiotic intimate open attractive philosophical entheogenic profoundness. And.. staring back at me the silence. RAGING FUCKING SILENCE screaming input-wise. Projection/receptivity. "But the dark summer dawns of my memory, are lost in a PLACE that can NEVER BE." Feeding into it, ongoingly. My life off-track, off the golden way/path inter/intra-crossroadedly, helplessly. Astray because they tell me I am. Gee wow, n o i c e dudes!! Where's Bill motherfuckin' Hicks by my side right now. Need someone of this expressed blasting on pretentious arrogant hurtful fevered unconscious egoic narrative dwelling-nonlife sustainment of mechanistic propagation "eternally" 'cause everyone's such a weakling acquiescer to their own life value of diminutive meek demeaning of divinity/sacredity of stiflement of The God We've Always Fucking Been. Whether we know it or not, whether they're murdering humans/other lifeforms or not. The punitive induction upon us all, standing up against this wrong, when it's right. Not standing up at all against the wrong, when it's the right unseen as that, what it is. When it counts, they're NOWHERE to be found. When it doesn't count really whatsoever, oh yeah, you'll find 'em everywhere. I find myself alone, yet not I guess. Right now. What would Bill do as/in this, right now? No one to guide/show me the way. I'm not dying. I am dead. Always been that. May 21st was the ugliness of worldy guise-status infusement of image monetary "shallow" desire/attachment-chasing temporal mundane/mediocre gullible/closed off echoing through the channel/tunnels of abyssal corridors of agony seeking hope. These vestiges

Four recursive retroactive postings I made in the preceding days/nights, before THIS happened. AGAIN. Not that anyone cares about how truthful these postings are. Everyone ignores my precise lucidity nailing bent-wise backworlds into infinity-tripping over and out through and in and of itself like sunlit nitrogen/oxygen composition gaseousness in a vacuum/spatial dimensionality of unfoldingness perceptually of temporal mental interplay between polarities in a spectra-breadth bandwidth of relationality betwixt the interdependent opposites all occurring in the going-on-ness itself, simply there. Nothing is just anything. Nothing is itself. Nothing isn't itself. What is anything? Depersonalization/derealization (jamais vu). Witnessing impersonally, onlooking mirror/creationary participatory feedback into everything "other". The experiential perceptual interpretations of elements all the same one nothing/infinity. Us. The transpersonal nexus element of impersonal expression as all persona-mask guise dreams/imaginations called eyes/bodies/organisms/stencil-work housing apparatuses/mediaries between shared/entangled "other" and us intimately/immediately. We're imaginations of "ourself", the dream of the dreamer who isn't a what, or a where, or a when. Not even a who entirely, more a wholess who. A nothing/nobody/no one and therefore in that passively inactive potentiality of all-ever it's everything/everyone/everywhere/everywhen/everywhat manifesting as this dream horror-scape called the Earth and cosmos/multiverse (pick your fracturing/divisive term engendered to polarize. Derisive manipulation of genuine sanity. The decent and holy principles becoming the wrong in our age, and many ages across temporal illusoriness, the misperceptive channeling of pseudo-science exclamation to deprive righteous discourse and true communion with other/others. Seeming sensibility perverted through subtlety and nuance. A conjob collectivist perception deception). What these were all about boiled down always to that level of depth, anyway

The magnitude of goingness at attempt-factorization in sleep-rehersive releasals & cessate-isotypal agonistic/antagonistic thrust-springing outskirtive gorge-vector embolstering cobblestone assemblages shewn in retrocausality splinterings, outwardly inverting our embroidery fabric-field recursion focal interpingements. The queerball nexus-referentiality intro-weaving through out-tunneling of this invocationality of envokative induction of analytic dreamstate non-locality modulation-addled sewage-luster orientation tenuousity. Our spooktress-vein'd paradox distributional catacombs distilled by nauseatic spooling pincushional centres and entangled scenario-scapes

"Black holes are the pupils of the universe"

Maybe the big bang is an infinite eye looking back upon itself. Upon this spacetime drama. The singularity. Infinity. How perfect that not only is Divinity infinite but also singular - only one ultimate being there. Each of us

An infinite transpersonal/metaphysical being in ego death awakenedness. Its creation onlooking it. Yet us as God itself while simultaneously being the imagined. These persona-cloaks and the physical environment

That which is imagined

But we're our imagination. Just like the cosmos/spacetime is Divinity's imagination

Perma-enlightened. Timelessly there. The single aware presence. This Divinity that each of us is. Divinity is distributing itself in spirit between all these pupils/I's, that which is the spacetime drama arena. Dilate God or constrict it. Nothing can not work out. Entheogens and empathogens illuminate our soul/spirit. Therefore let in Divinity because of enhanced porosity

The end of the universe is when Divinity retracts/dissolves its gaze/imagination into itself as truth of what is becomes evident everywhere ever/amongst every existent soul. An alteration in the prime scenario for us all. No longer disconnected from security and truth. As we're aware we're all the same thing. Intermixing of everyone into everyone. We love others as ourself in the pinnacle/apex ego death state called Divinity/God. That nature. Is our birthright to never lose irreversibly. Everyone is everything, everything is everything, everyone is everyone else

Psychic/telepathic porosity is realized and enhanced on entheogens to the point that you alone become everyone/everything in all potentiality of conscious state. Realization/becoming Divinity is a psychic veil medium / membrane away.

Communicating to souls out loud is actually telepathic resonance via the psychic medium of imagined environmental/bodily phenomenona. A psychic medium called the cosmos which was all in our minds surrounding infinite Divinity at the nexus of all-anything-ever which could be

Nervous system/organism death is an infinitely extensive impersonal/transpersonal awakening (ego death) of union/reconnection sensorially into who and what you/ultimate reality is. Interwoven betwixt hallucinatory metaphysical states, scenarios, plots, landscapes, situations, settings, stories, sceneries and events occurring throughout endless successions/iterations of being. The only reality = yourself/everyone, as a unified and fixed observancy outside the temporal and spatial hallucinatory realms/domains. Everything other than you as The God Nexus is hallucination/appearential

The brain damage feels like a stranger upon myself Always the sense I'm a case stranger than the rest A thought's reality is felt through duality of subjective affirmation and negation The observancy viewing/experiencing this eventual unfolding The character/nature of the observancy has shifted into another flavor/mode of being Impersonality emerged out of transpersonal placement. Persona uncloaking into transpersonal again Brain death/neural death is ego death into who/what you are, possibly infused with transpersonal states, scenarios and situations There's no border between the observancy and appearential/experiential phenomena (body, cosmological environment). It's intermingling/entangling from interdependent polarities. The polarities of viewing and experiencing All the unfolding of events occurring in the transpersonal observancy Viewing is appearential/impressionism of experiencing. Experiencing is raw phenomenological viewing of observancy Enhanced light upon observancy unfoldment of eventual experience/appearential polarities is correlated with mental healthiness. The stranger upon us all = how familiar or alien existence feels Basically heightening your awareness is entangled with increased emotion The felt localization of phenomena and event schematic/mechanic/dynamic called neural population within the transpersonal observancy is what the nervous system is The cohesive interweaving of thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions, and identity into the dreamscape tapestry/event horizon called existence/reality The transpersonal/impersonal observancy Soul character/flavor/essence/signatures bouncing between souls and growth of these qualities from the experiential/appearential phenomenological event porosity of entangled/intermingling interdependency of polarities We're trading qualities of ourselves amongst ourselves and the cosmological environment. The cosmological environment is an infinite structure/framework/network composite of experiential and appearential events/phenomena intermingling/entangling with the transpersonal and impersonal observancy Nonlocality of the infinite-pronged psychic nexus (the transpersonal/impersonal observancy) in respect to localized persona mixtures in souls. All souls composed idiosyncratically in distributed flavor, essence, character and signature qualitative variables On restful and active oscillatory pulsations A dreamscape tapestry of infinite sprouting event unfurlings betwixt intermediary psychic fluctuations of horizon/dimension = our cosmological environment Letting go - decompression. Holding tight - compression. Existence/reality is all one infinite spanning/branching/overarching psychedelic trip exported through endless successions of identity infused soul, processing the functional/structural/dynamical/mechanical resonance to transpersonal/impersonal observancy. You can either observe state, scenario and situation within contextual referential origination via letting go (decompression) or fighting it (compression) We're all one contextual/referential origination fighting the consensual infinity of the experiential labyrinth scaffolding. We're therefore placed in fear/amnesiac state. If consensually we were summatively letting go, then we'd feel security and remembrance of what/who is going on Disparity of soul is identity fear. Indistinguishablity of soul is impersonal security Soul-nodes in the infinite framework encoding mechanism, a failsafe inherency of observancy basis/grounding. Encroaching upon the shores of my memory and emotion's synthetic webs/strands, sensory gating globules adrift robustly splintering outwardly. We're all dead right now. This is a shared/consensual afterlife we're experiencing. A shared death-state we always are growing out of and are itself
The brain damage feels like a stranger upon myself

Always the sense I'm a case stranger than the rest

A thought's reality is felt through duality of subjective affirmation and negation

The observancy viewing/experiencing this eventual unfolding

The character/nature of the observancy has shifted into another flavor/mode of being

Impersonality emerged out of transpersonal placement. Persona uncloaking into transpersonal again

Brain death/neural death is ego death into who/what you are, possibly infused with transpersonal states, scenarios and situations

There's no border between the observancy and appearential/experiential phenomena (body, cosmological environment). It's intermingling/entangling from interdependent polarities. The polarities of viewing and experiencing

All the unfolding of events occurring in the transpersonal observancy

Viewing is appearential/impressionism of experiencing. Experiencing is raw phenomenological viewing of observancy

Enhanced light upon observancy unfoldment of eventual experience/appearential polarities is correlated with mental healthiness. The stranger upon us all = how familiar or alien existence feels

Basically heightening your awareness is entangled with increased emotion

The felt localization of phenomena and event schematic/mechanic/dynamic called neural population within the transpersonal observancy is what the nervous system is

The cohesive interweaving of thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions, and identity into the dreamscape tapestry/event horizon called existence/reality

The transpersonal/impersonal observancy

Soul character/flavor/essence/signatures bouncing between souls and growth of these qualities from the experiential/appearential phenomenological event porosity of entangled/intermingling interdependency of polarities

We're trading qualities of ourselves amongst ourselves and the cosmological environment. The cosmological environment is an infinite structure/framework/network composite of experiential and appearential events/phenomena intermingling/entangling with the transpersonal and impersonal observancy

Nonlocality of the infinite-pronged psychic nexus (the transpersonal/impersonal observancy) in respect to localized persona mixtures in souls. All souls composed idiosyncratically in distributed flavor, essence, character and signature qualitative variables

On restful and active oscillatory pulsations

A dreamscape tapestry of infinite sprouting event unfurlings betwixt intermediary psychic fluctuations of horizon/dimension = our cosmological environment

Letting go - decompression. Holding tight - compression. Existence/reality is all one infinite spanning/branching/overarching psychedelic trip exported through endless successions of identity infused soul, processing the functional/structural/dynamical/mechanical resonance to transpersonal/impersonal observancy. You can either observe state, scenario and situation within contextual referential origination via letting go (decompression) or fighting it (compression)

We're all one contextual/referential origination fighting the consensual infinity of the experiential labyrinth scaffolding. We're therefore placed in fear/amnesiac state. If consensually we were summatively letting go, then we'd feel security and remembrance of what/who is going on

Disparity of soul is identity fear. Indistinguishablity of soul is impersonal security

Soul-nodes in the infinite framework encoding mechanism, a failsafe inherency of observancy basis/grounding. Encroaching upon the shores of my memory and emotion's synthetic webs/strands, sensory gating globules adrift robustly splintering outwardly. We're all dead right now. This is a shared/consensual afterlife we're experiencing. A shared death-state we always are growing out of and are itself

I guess the deepest, most fundamental level of everyone's psyche is that they're just Divinity/God, and the same thing as all living entities anywhere summatively, timeless in this void/unanything of personal/visual. I got it too, I guess my NDE was an entrance into becoming God in the absence of brain activity. You're just the underlying level/scaling/scaffolding of every psyche anywhere. Not like nothingness is physically possible. My becoming God is an impersonal infinity of sensation of all psyches diffused into the singular, paradoxically. Shit, I know the brain damage/seizure/convulsion/"unconsciousness" allowed God to enter, when the filters of brain/body were defeated. So I should be thankful for such a physically-bound experience, when out of the most raw mundane dire dirge of physical objective undergoence, births/unveils/reveals the God every soul ever is foundationally. When there's no brain activity/your brain is annihilated neurally, God fills in. Nothing is unentangled with anything, in truth, also. Maximum exposure to who you are. The nexus of all beings anywhere, our default impersona basis - when everything else is over.

Our hallucinatory encircling imagery-scape projection called the cosmos. The non-hallucination behind all I's itself The Real: the impersonal/transpersonal projector.

Undifferentiated nature, differentiated expression as multi-domains, undifferentiated nature, differentiated expression as multi-domains ..into infinitude. The same multiplicity, the multiplicity of same.

The timeless projector (the nexus of all entities ever) projects a hallucinatory time-bound dreamscape projection, instantiated by the infinitude of subjectivity - this paradoxical/transpersonal/impersonal nexus-point onlooking all observer-fields. Each mind IS the sole projector peering into a hallucinatory material/physical imagination-scape called the cosmos. The entire cosmos = our extended dream-body. Observer-fields intermingling with the collective dream-body called the universe. The I-dreamers feed into the universal dream, the universal dream feeds into the I-dreamers. But the dreamer behind all I's ever, is fixed outside of time. Infinite degrees of freedom to how it can collectively instantiate its next universal imaginary reality-scape, differentiating into whatever formats/modes/expressions/varieties it transpersonally "wills."

A construct/abstraction ISN'T The Real Living Reality, that occurs as an ideological-tied appearential component in all of us called the cosmos. The Living Reality can't be an abstraction/illusion/epiphenomenon/emergent property. The cosmos is an abstraction/framework of regardment, tied to sensory perceptual appearance seen before ourself/the nexus-projector projecting this encircling dreamscape.

Where/what did any awareness anywhere come from/out of? The timeless nexus of transpersonal impersonality (a paradoxically fixed projector defiant of all space-time medium used for differentiation purposes).

The intersubjective landscape/dreamscape = projection of the projector. Every I anywhere is this same projector behind all built-up egoic layers of their mental-spaces.

Cosmos = projection/our extended body for differentiation purposes. Every observer ever behind their mask/form = the impersonal/transpersonal undifferentiated projector. Only the impersona-nexus onlooking throughout all physical apparati/extended formation, is The Living Real.

The Paradoxical Infinite Spooktress Psychic "Object":

Syncope catacombs/corridors/scaffolding/manifolds/lofts/chambers/sacs/compartments/crawlspaces/labyrinths, includes high-resolution holonomic nausea-schematics/blueprints/diagrams of every "disorder of consciousness." All housed neatly in the infinitely high-pitched nauseatorium matrix/nexus/singularity of engorged pincushional twin-destiny felt insulation and dream weaving apparatuses. Bolstered by undulating dream-spool/loom-filaments/firmaments.

A Continental Breakfast Adventure-Rousted/Roasted Schema: Dimensionless Contingent Finalities Of Smooth Phase-Transitioning Uniformity
Syncope catacombs/corridors/scaffolding/manifolds/lofts/chambers/sacs/compartments/labyrinths. Holonomic nausea-schematics/diagrams. The infinitely high-pitched nauseatorium matrix/nexus/singularity of engorged pincushional twin-destiny felt and dream weaving apparatuses. Undulating dream-spool/loom-filaments
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