Welcome to the Wunderkammer of Kafka Vodka: Within Illusion, Everything Has A Reason

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we unfolded the roadmap that bridged the head & the heart in a divine union of sorts. intensities are always found in mirrors, the zero point between new memories and the vacancy of the spotted, rocky canyons. your eyes were always mine, i never had much use for the earthbound kind because they could never "see" much of me anyways. in the realm of vision i could always feel two ways at once without getting too deep into either polarity. fresh opportunities are such strange beasts, creatures of their own electricity. rainbows rage in me while the stars dot every vein with a new wave brillance, a locomotive bloodstained from the intensity of our youth. as young galaxies we lived in those realms of vision.

i found myself suddenly awake in the earthbound plane, the weight of it all cusped neatly in the flesh of my stomach, a churning monster of its own accord. the dreamstate is simply another reality, the reminder shakes the opaque dollhouseland around this physicality that never felt mine. so brand new, i found myself down by the railways where trains jumped tracks just to avoid me. as expansive as i was energetically, to these mortals i was the intergalatic equivalent of a dead end, a stone cold crash into a great wall head on. around me all the energies simply dissapated. when its not your time the universe will find a way to make you survive no matter how hard you demand an early exit point. step up, spin the wheel of the great re-arranger!

everything you could ever imagine or desire will arrive to you crumbled on your metaphorical doorsteps, trembling and weakened in the dead of the night. reclusive and once removed, at least fed-ex deliveries can be timely. out here our hearts are the only metronomes spitting the icing on the cupcakes in the most backwards of ways. a new memory suddenly swelled up in the center of my chest. our heart's desires danced in shadows, favoring the corners of the eye's peripheal visions to dancefloors and slutty discotheques. pulsing in our skulls, we all sang "we are the music, it is us!" a frequency never intended to be heard outside ourselves.

the thought pollution of our minds never fail to send untimely reminders when the distractions became great enough....the people of earth are so quick to disregard how to listen to the symphonies built into the makeup of their souls. each wooden tie, each shrapnel nail, the screeching of tiresome metals and panting of coal coated lungs were distinct pockets of celluar memory. in the timeline of persona the cult of personality was born. it was the dawn of the great distraction, the decided disarray, using chaos to control. i stood in those trainyards outside of duality, me myself and an undone you, gazing into the full color spectrum. our rainbows have always had many colors ourside the rainbows their eyes can see. perception transfers to timeless moments in multiple dimensions where visions are in so many ways beyond eyesight. provocative and unquestionable, the luminious sparkling depth to the energies of ordinary things. the burdensome, slow moving locomotives that were the poster childen of a distant physical sanctuary. they creeped on by as i rode out the tremors of release. the only constant in my life was that the shifting waves always returned to the freedom and release.

one thing i learned, or remembered is that reliance on external teachings will often throw you off your own path and the voice of your own essence as soul. you cannot be free if you are subscribed to anything other than your own inner divinity. there is freedom in destruction...the destruction of illusions, the illusory 3d forgery that glues together perception of this world. the realms of the heart are fluidly inaccessible through intellectual devices of the mind. the struggle no longer applies when you are aware of your unity, the interconnectedness of all because everything existing in the realms of illusion falls to the wayside.

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Legitimate pictures from last weekend's circus festival are coming soon too, here's a few sneak peeks. My tent was so busy I hardly had any time to photograph!

Special thanks and love to anyone & everyone who came out for a reading from the mystical Wunderkammer Gypsy Den, picked up some jewelry or just brought their electric colorfield love out in full force for a magical and surreal evening under the stars.