necromanteum
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[2022-08-07] plutonic body dig rmx
[2022-07-28] planetoid
[2022-07-12] "engine of chaos: overload" ....
[2022-06-28] "djinn hidden in the cyber grid" he's holding his cube (nope not a bottle, well maybe next time a klein bottle?) and it opens doorways, not so much wish fulfillment. but i was thinking maybe he should be able to speak and keep the accent from those wishmaster horror movies, what do you think?
[2022-06-27] "engine of chaos"
[2022-06-15] "n,n-nmt" the necromanteum molecule, of course :surprised :lol:
[2022-06-13] WIP .. just fooling around to create optical effect of motion. seems to work on me but would be interested to know for others
[2022-06-10] "we come in peace" (beings from the immaterium breaking into our reality)
[2022-05-24] untitled, reworking of 5-01 img
[2022-05-05] mandalas, "expanding consciousness" (edited: added the 4 angry little cacodaemons, although maybe more like imps? so cacoimps? LOL)
[2022-05-01] mandala, "ascended soul forms"
^ one representation of the Immaterium (chaos realm -- very interesting W40K read too)
[2022-08-07] plutonic body dig rmx
[2022-07-28] planetoid
[2022-07-12] "engine of chaos: overload" ....
[2022-06-28] "djinn hidden in the cyber grid" he's holding his cube (nope not a bottle, well maybe next time a klein bottle?) and it opens doorways, not so much wish fulfillment. but i was thinking maybe he should be able to speak and keep the accent from those wishmaster horror movies, what do you think?
[2022-06-27] "engine of chaos"
[2022-06-15] "n,n-nmt" the necromanteum molecule, of course :surprised :lol:
[2022-06-13] WIP .. just fooling around to create optical effect of motion. seems to work on me but would be interested to know for others
[2022-06-10] "we come in peace" (beings from the immaterium breaking into our reality)
[2022-05-24] untitled, reworking of 5-01 img
[2022-05-05] mandalas, "expanding consciousness" (edited: added the 4 angry little cacodaemons, although maybe more like imps? so cacoimps? LOL)
[2022-05-01] mandala, "ascended soul forms"
^ one representation of the Immaterium (chaos realm -- very interesting W40K read too)
Remember mostly this: Normal reality is a most blessed state of consciousness, and quite rare actually. If I could simply remember to appreciate it for all that it is not – not any one of the umpteen-zillion ways it could be far weirder and in all likelihood much worse.
There is a trans-sane sobriety that I’ve encountered in these realms: there is no way out of existence – for those of us on this side of the existence/inexistence boundary, we’re lifers. And mortal death is no escape, not when it is clear that all consciousness is interconnected, generic: when it slips from the grip of my individual body/brain/identity, it's just going to recoagulate in some other form on some level or another. The one unexplainable thing about consciousness is that it won’t shut off. And the Holy Grail seems to be nothing more the off switch. But there’s no off switch. That’s the bottomless bottom line: there’s no bottom. And no end to it. Trapped ever so tidily up in infinity, and yet daring to dream of even more space. And the final joke: this is no joke. No, seriously. They ain’t laughing in hell. Especially at that tired-ass joke. But it is a bit funny that here, as “fucked up on drugs” as I’ve arguably ever been in my life (and that, for me, relatively intrepid explorer of the poison path that I am, is saying something), I feel like I’ve attained a hopeless and truly awful sobriety – there is truly no way out of this wall-less prison of awareness.
We spend most of lives successfully deluding ourselves that we live in a universe that makes some bit of sense. Waking up and smelling the coffee of cosmic insanity, well, it takes its toll. Sure it’s fun. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an I. Or finds that there is only one eye, and I am a cosmic comic Cyclops tripping through a world that’s just a little more dimensional than my one eye will show me.
Spinning through a zillion worlds and ways of worlds being and incarnations and speciations and alienations and multidudenous dimensions that can’t even be organized so trying is going to just bust down your bio-computer and you can hear it popping electrically: pitz pitz splatter. You can have that identity that reality that mode of being, I wasn’t using it, I mean I was using it, but you can have it, no I’m tired of that now anyway, even if I didn’t really understand the first thing about it: I did understand the second thing – that it won’t sit still enough to let me figure out now what the hell it is and I think it’s just me looking at myself looking at myself looking at myself….
Insane epiphany: I am mystically blissfully interconnectly One with a Universe that is totally fucking certifiably insane, and there’s nothing I (nor any temporary illusion of “other identity”) can do about it. And there is no Other to blame, or save me, or kill me and take me out of my fucking inexplicable torment – I can’t turn myself off.
