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 question came upon my now — in a somewhat matter-freer perception field. Ideas are clear.

I had the idea that the frequency sky mesh and artificial reality attempt — how it could tap into the more consciously sensitive… and then how it may interact with types that purposely made themselves conductive.

You get my drift?

Stabat mater, RV 621

griftstation: 0xd59102B2D534e4c0B5a7B907276afa4290f8c70c

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 question came upon my now — in a somewhat matter-freer perception field. Ideas are clear.

I had the idea that the frequency sky mesh and artificial reality attempt — how it could tap into the more consciously sensitive… and then how it may interact with types that purposely made themselves conductive.

You get my drift?

Stabat mater, RV 621

griftstation: 0xd59102B2D534e4c0B5a7B907276afa4290f8c70c