Meditation Log Listening to Vivaldi, I was forced into a meditative state where I instantly saw the clear madness of the consciousness field — the everything — but only the edges, not all. An experience of sorts that would knock a man sideways, as a passed man might comment. As I shifted my consciousness away from the matter, I moved with the music and the emotions within — to a deep place of knowing. Of knowing what was before, and what was now, and what is fucking what, mate. Here, a questi...

Meditation Log Listening to Vivaldi, I was forced into a meditative state where I instantly saw the clear madness of the consciousness field — the everything — but only the edges, not all. An experience of sorts that would knock a man sideways, as a passed man might comment. As I shifted my consciousness away from the matter, I moved with the music and the emotions within — to a deep place of knowing. Of knowing what was before, and what was now, and what is fucking what, mate. Here, a questi...