gentle, sleepy, oracular, its spiral branches sway as airy tentacles, recalling a vision of swirling fractals, under water, above the clouds - you already feel it - there is no actual line between sleep/dream and wakefulness - in fact, we are sharing our dreams right now, within such psychedelic wakefulness. between sky and town, i saw a tree creature morphing along with the upstream breeze within that milky whiteness.
Your winged poetry arrived on a day when sky appeared to be as white as milk. To crosslucid, da hypnotic pond of dreams, april 15th, 2022 Have you ever shared a dream with others, dissolving shadows into sprouting blossoms from the united tectonic breaths? can we induce our malleable brains to speak in the language of flowers? a sleep temple amongst the clashing tides of reality. it is a truly chilling read as we and some of those whom we know often experience softer cases of this phenomenon in the recent past and these early spring days.Īs the cycle of nature enters its yearly rebirth we sometimes ponder whether human creatures have doomfully managed to disentangle themselves from even this vibrational change? and would it be that regenerative collective dreaming, widely practiced throughout antiquity by the socially less privileged (and thus often with more hardships), help healing our violent dissonance?Ī healing rinse, a cleansing wash, a buoyancy beyond the mis(s)aligned centres of gravity, hazy voices reverberating at the edge of the ear shot.
we were recently reading an article about how the mind of refugee children tends to escape the pain and unimaginable suffering of their realities through sending them into prolonged and coma-like sleep that often lasts weeks. Trancing on the cacophony of the melodies here, as post-idillic of ‘nature’ as they could be, through this clearing we are ready to enter the sweet space of your gushing letters.ĭo you ever dream to take a quick breath from the air of the clearing? these days our dreams shape up around us as protective cocoons upsetting the foolish dichotomies between sleep/dream and wakefulness and their healing space does not want to let us go as the morning comes. artificially dig into the roaming noise of the city they pull us into their depths through an ever evasive neural thread, its intense warping more legible to lílíka (瀝瀝咔) might be as we fail so often to bypass its entanglements. Time collapsed out exponentially from within the distance between our home and the chirping of the birds above the glistening mirror of these lakes we are writing from. I then decide to send you this message through my emerging subliminal consciousness to discuss about this cosmic phenomena in its related aspects - as i cannot hold my great curiosity towards that very ‘experience-led’ interventions, i would like chirp into your worlds as a cape may warbler, starting from cross(ing) - (that) lucid -dreams of yours to pollinate the seeds of your symbiotic assemblage (cuz i assume that you enjoy polyphonic science fictions, those dreamy ‘succulently smart animes’ just as much as i do).īut before unfolding that fizzy healing ritual which you are conjuring together with your machine-elf-homies, tell me - my lucid creatures.
Later, lílíka told me that the frequencies were the glitches of a dreaming-cloud, an energetic field stimulated by the shimmering healing ritual as part of ‘experience-led interventions’ exercised by the creatures that i recently encountered: the creatures that mobilise themselves in between disciplines, dimensions, digitalites, existing as shape-shifters in ‘interweaving new fabric of realities’ - the creatures who call themselves crosslucid. i saw her slowly swing towards the window, sending out a prolonged gaze into the thin air. first noticed by lílíka (瀝瀝咔）, my fluffy aunt who often meows about her needs for cuddles, the frequencies flew as a stream of liminal data in a glacial pace, coevolving with lílíka’s purr.
On a monday transparent as a dragonfly's wing, some uncanny undetectable radio frequencies drifted into the air of my bedroom.
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