Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

Rumi

[13th century mystic poet]

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...DON'T GO TO WATSON FOR A TATTOO

DON’T GO TO WATSON FOR A TATTOO. GO TO WATSON WHEN YOU’VE HAD THE CRAP KNOCKED OUT OF YOU, AND YOU NEED TO WEIGH THE WISDOM OF RUNNING OR BRAWLING.

GO TO WATSON WHEN YOU START THINKING YOU HAVE YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. WHEN YOU START THINKING YOU CAN TRUST YOUR THOUGHTS, OR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU START HAVING FIRM BELIEFS.

GO TO WATSON WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.
TIME AFTER TIME, YOU WILL FORGET.

GO TO WATSON BECAUSE THERE ARE THINGS YOU NEED TO HEAR,
AND YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY ARE YET.
MAYBE PHILIP GLASS. OR DAVID BOWIE. OR GRAHAM HANCOCK.

GO TO WATSON BECAUSE YOU NEED TO RAMBLE, IF ONLY FOR A SHORT WHILE. YOU NEED TO SIT ON THE FLOOR OF A VAN THAT’S BEEN CONVERTED INTO A CABIN IN THE WOODS, SURROUNDED BY CANDLES AND POETRY SCRAWLED ON SCRAPS OF PAPER TAPED TO GLASS AND METAL, DRIVING ACROSS THE CASCO BAY BRIDGE IN A RAINSTORM, BECAUSE FUCK, FAMILY RESPONSIBILITIES DON’T STOP WITH TATTOOING, AMEN AND HALLELUJAH.

GO TO WATSON BECAUSE NO MATTER THE SEASON, ALL THE WOMAN LOOK BETTER FROM THOSE TALL WINDOWS, HIGH ABOVE TWINE STREET.

GO TO WATSON BECAUSE YOU NEED TO MEET THE GYPSY CARAVAN, THE MARAUDING FREEWHEELERS OF THE SOUTH, OR OF MAINE, THE IRONIC BUSKERS ON THE CURB NEXT TO TOMMYS PARK, THE ONES WHO SEE WATSON’S KEYS AS ILLUMINATED INVITATIONS.

GO TO WATSON AND YOU ARRIVE OUT OF YOUR SQUARE LIFE, OR OUT OF YOUR NOT SO SQUARE LIFE, OR YOUR TRIANGULAR LIFE, AND TRY ON THE TOP HAT, THE TATTERED VEST,
THE ROUND GLASSES, THE SOILED BOOTS. GO BECAUSE
YOU ARE WATSON, AND WATSON IS YOU.

DON’T GET ME WRONG.
THE LINES ALONE WILL MAKE YOU WEEP.
BUT I MEAN THIS AS FAIR WARNING...
... DON’T GO TO WATSON FOR A TATTOO."
-TREVOR

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CHARIOT ABSTRACTION
A BREATH OF ELECTRIC AIR.
A WHISPER OF ILLUMINATION.
ENDLESS ECHOES OF OBLIVION,
THROUGH TANGLED STREETS OF TWINE.
I LOST MYSELF AND FOUND MYSELF THERE.

THIRSTING FOR LIGHT,
I PAINT THE HORIZON UPON A KRIPPLED CANVAS,
EVERY BRUSH STROKE A PROMISE,
EACH SHAPE AN ENIGMA.
SILENCE RELEASES THE TANGLED TONGUE OF THE POET..
I STARE INTO THE BLNDING SUN,
AND I FIND HOPE.

WHAT IS IT THAT I AM POINTING TO?
IT IS AN OWL TEACHING A FOX TO FLY.

-TAI VAN

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IN AN UNOPENED BOX
IN THE CORNER OF THE GARAGE
I FOUND A BALL OF TWINE
& BLEW THE DUST OFF
& FOUNDE TH END
UNRAVELLED THE TWINE
FELT MY MIND ARC & BEND
SO I UNHINGED I WRAPED THE THREAD
ROUND & ROUND MY ARM
SOME SPELL PERHAPS
OR PRIMITIVE CHARM
& IT HURT
& IT BURNED
LIKE SO MANY NEEDLES TURNED
INWARD ON MY SKIN.
I UNWRAPPED THE TWINE
& IT HAD TATTOOED A BLACK BAND
ROUND MY WRIST.

WRITTEN ON THE SPOT WHILE BUSKING POETRY - FOR WATSON
KEVINTHORNE
PORTLAND, ME - 9/2013

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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY WILL CERTAINLY BE ANOTHER'S, ON BRICKETH PATH & FRACTAL UNIVERSAL LEARNINGS  -  A THREE DAY MENTAL MEANDER WAS THE UNDERTAKING.  THROUGH SPO'KED WHEEL & GRIZZLED LEGS,  A JOURNEY OF SACRED MAGNITUDE UNFURLED THROUGH ANTIQUE STREETS OF EXCHANGE, SILVER, AND GOLD.  A WISENED EYE, SPIES A UF'OTOGRAPH AND MEASURED ACTION WAS TAKEN.  THE MATCHING OF SHAPELY PATTERN AND FORMED GRASS GAVE A NOTION TO THE PLACEMENT OF THE ELUSIVE TROVE THAT BE 77 TWINE STREET.

- TY HELLIER

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"WATSON"

[and excerpt from "the world for a dying anecdote" by: Killick Hinds]

WATSON ATKINSON IS ONE OF THE MOST ORIGINAL, PROLIFIC, AND DEVELOPED SEEKERS OF THE SOURCE I HAVE EVER MET. WELL BEFORE I TOOK THE TATTOO PLUNGE, OUR WIVES WORKED TOGETHER AT PHOENIX NATURAL FOOD MARKET AROUND THE CORNER FROM HIS STUDIO. I WOULD SEE THIS MOST CURIOUS CAT AS HE STOPPED BY FOR MIDDAY REFRESHMENTS. WITH BOLT UPRIGHT POSTURE SOMEWHERE NORTH OF SELF-CONFIDENCE AND PARTICULAR ATTENTION TO THE THEATRE OF PUBLIC DECORUM, THIS QUIET, PAINTERLY CHAP STOOD OUT EVEN IN THE SEA OF UNDERGROUND COOL WE CALL ATHENS. I HAD ONLY A CASUAL ACQUAINTANCE WITH HIS WORK, BUT WHAT I SAW WAS COMPREHENSIVE IN SCOPE AND REALIZATION. IT WAS ALSO BEYOND MY CAPACITY TO COMPREHEND. 

THROUGH TRIAL OR LUCK OR GRACE, AN UNHEALTHY RIGIDITY IN MY AESTHETIC LIFE CRACKED OPEN SUFFICIENT TO BEGIN A PROCESS OF TRANSFORMATION WITH WATSON. THE FIRST FEW YEARS OF TATTOO SESSIONS BROUGHT OUR ORBITS INTO SYNC. WE HAVE DIFFERENT TASTES AND PREFERENCES IN ART, MUSIC, LITERATURE, AND MUCH ELSE, BUT HIS ALL-CONSUMING PASSION FOR EVERY POSSIBLE CREATIVE DISCIPLINE KNOWN (AND YET-TO-BE-DISCOVERED) PUT ME IN RAW CONTACT WITH AN UNFLAPPABLE STRENGTH EARNED THROUGH CONVICTION. IN THIS LIGHT, I FLEXED MUSCLES LONG ATROPHIED BY LACKADAISY, INDECISIVENESS, AND AMOUR-PROPRE, SELF-LOVE DEPENDENT ON THE OPINIONS OF OTHERS. 

AS OUR INTERACTIONS GREW MORE FREQUENT AND MORE CHERISHED, I WELCOMED FLIGHTS OF FANCY FROM UNCONSIDERED SOURCES WITH REGULARITY; SUCH WAS THE CLIMATE WATSON ENCOURAGED. AT THE SAME TIME, I’VE SEEN HIM FURTHER EVOLVE. UNLIKE MANY INNOVATORS CONTENT TO CHIP AT THE SAME BLOCK, WATSON TAKES ON MOUNTAINS. HIS ARTISTIC ABILITY APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN INBORN, YET HE’S EXPANDED TO INCLUDE JUST ABOUT EVERY ANGLE (LITERALLY): HE CAN THINK AND MANIFEST THREE-DIMENSIONALLY, WHILE MOST OF US REMAIN FLAT. HE HAS HIS LIMITS, HOWEVER. HE HAD TO BREAK A FAST FOR AN ADMITTEDLY COMPLICATED COLTRANE QUINTET LEG PIECE. A LITTLE FOOD GOES A LONG WAY.

WATSON AND FAMILY (SAMBARA, CODY, AND WILDCHILD CREE) HAVE BECOME FAMILY TO DELENE AND ME. OUR PERSONAL INTERACTIONS ENCOMPASS THE FULL RANGE OF FRIENDSHIP IN ALL ITS JOYS AND SORROWS. AND THE FOUNDATION DEEPENS: WATSON AND I BRING OUT THE BEST IN EACH OTHER’S ARTISTIC INCLINATIONS, AND I’M PRETTY SURE HE FEELS THIS WAY AS WELL. EACH NEW CREATION BECOMES A BENCHMARK WE CAN NEVER DROP BELOW. THE BAR KEEPS RISING, BUT THROUGH WATSON, I’M PREPARED. 

WE INTERPRET THROUGH THE LENS OF OUR OWN EXPERIENCE, SO I FEEL IT APPROPRIATE TO DISCUSS WATSON ATKINSON BY WAY OF ME, THE LOWER CASE. ME THE UPPER CASE TOO. LIKE WATSON, I CAME UP IN A TIGHTLY DEFINED PLACE WITH IMAGINATION OUR PORTAL TO THE LOOSENING OF CONVENTION. A RELENTLESS PARSING OF WHAT IS, WAS, AND MIGHT BE NOT OF OUR ORIGINATION- RATHER, THE FIRST STEPS INTO A STREAM OF NOTHINGNESS/EVERYTHINGNESS THAT IS NOW AND ALL-INVOLVING.
IS IT POSSIBLE TO EMERGE AS A PERSON, AS AN ARTIST, FULLY FORMED? OF COURSE NOT. AND OF COURSE. AN UNHINGED RESERVOIR EMPTYING ITS RESTLESS FLOW HAS NO CONCERN FOR THIS TIME OR ANY. WE'VE HEARD THE BEACON AND GIVEN OURSELVES FREELY.

THIS IS THE SIREN THAT BROUGHT GEORGIA INTO THE FOLD. ATHENS, ATLANTA, THE PIEDMONTS, APPALACHIANS AND THEM OCCUPY A SPECIFIC OPENNESS: ONE OF SOCIAL BETTERMENT, BONE-DEEP BEAUTY AND A FOLK TRADITION INDEPENDENT OF COMMERCIAL PRESSURES. WATSON'S SOUTHERN YEARS SHED ANY PROVINCIAL BAGGAGE, FEARLESSLY OFFERING THE HYPERKINETIC FULL TILT PANSTYLISTIC FORMS AT THE CORE OF HIS CREATIVE OUTPUT. THE KNOWLEDGE HE LEFT BEHIND, SOMETIMES VISIBLE, SHIMMERING STREET SPECTACLE ON A LAMPPOST, OR HIDDEN UNDER A PARTICULAR AND MASSIVE TREE STANDS AS A CAPSULE CEMENTING HIS INFLUENCE ON HIS NOW FORMER HOME, IN THE LUMBAR REGION OF A MAGNIFICENT EAST COAST MOUNTAIN SPINE.

THE MAINE OF WATSON ATKINSON IS GEOLOGICALLY CONTIGUOUS WITH GEORGIA BUT SOMETHING MORE ELEMENTAL IS AT PLAY. RIVER DETRITUS, BRANCHES SPRAYED SILVER WITH SUNLIGHT, SEAGULLS, WOODEN COMMUTES, EYEBALL-HIGH SNOW, AND SONGS OF FIRE ARE EVERYDAY FOR WATSON. MUNDANE AND YET A SACRED THAT ARISES STRONG FROM THE OVERWHELMING QUIET OF THIS LOVELY CONTINENTAL OUTCROP. WATSON IS ABSORBING THE SPIRIT AND TENOR OF MAINE SO COMPLETELY THE REGION'S SALTY PROGENITORS OF FORM AND FUNCTION WOULD RECOGNIZE HIM AS THEIR OWN AND PROUDLY MARVEL AT HOW FAR HE IS TAKING THE VISION, THE BLNDSGHT, INTO THE PAST, FUTURE, AND PRESENT. HOW DO I KNOW THIS? I WOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED ANYONE ELSE TO TATTOO MY THROAT. OR HEAD. SO, INTUITION, YES. MOSTLY, THOUGH, EXPERIENCE.

MUCH REMAINS THE SAME SINCE THESE WORDS WERE COMPOSED, THOUGH, SUBSTANTIALLY, WATSON’S TWIN BROTHER MITCHELL PASSED AWAY IN ATHENS, GEORGIA ON MAY 3RD, 2011, A DAY SHY OF THEIR 40TH BIRTHDAY. IT WAS THE RESULT OF DRUNK DRIVING AFTER A SIX-DAY STRETCH OF SOBRIETY AND THE DECADES LONG BATTLE FOR IT. THIS HAS BEEN AN INCREDIBLY PAINFUL TIME FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED, AND WATSON HAS SUFFERED IMMENSELY. YET THERE REMAINS THE WORK OF HEALING AND WATSON IS THANKFULLY ON THAT PATH. I SEE WATSON LESS OFTEN THESE DAYS, BUT MITCHELL’S CHILDREN AND THE ELDEST ATKINSON BROTHER LIVE IN GEORGIA, WHERE WATSON WILL ALWAYS HAVE A HOME.

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TWINE STREET SACRAMENT

TO ALL WANDERERS AND SEEKERS, THOUGH SORE OF BODY AND WEARY OF HEART YOU MAY BE, WE SUMMON YOU TO TWINE STREET.  IT IS A PLACE, A NEXUS, WHERE WE MAY ALL BE RENEWED.  YOU MAY HAVE SEARCHED FOR IT AND FAILED; DO NOT LOSE HOPE!  WE HAVE BLINDED OURSELVES TO ITS EXISTENCE JUST AS WE HAVE BLINDED OURSELVES TO THE OVERWHELMING MAJESTY OUR TRUE NATURES.  ALL THE WATERS OF THE SEA WILL NOT FILL A VESSEL WITH A HOLE IN IT, AND JUST SO, THE SUBLIME BEAUTY OF EVERY PASSING MOMENT ON THIS EARTH SHALL NEVER NOURISH AN IMPRISONED SPIRIT.  SO TURN YOUR ATTENTION INWARD, REFLECT THE MIND'S EYE, AND LISTEN -

A TRANSMISSION HAS BEGUN.  SOFT AND FAINT AT FIRST, IT MAY BE DIFFICULT TO HEAR. BUT FOR THOSE WHO CAN BE AT ONCE BOTH FEARLESS AND VULNERABLE, THIS SIGNAL WILL RESONATE WITHIN AND SWELL TO FILL THEIR BEING.  IT SPEAKS OF UNITY AND WHOLENESS, YET ALSO DIVERSITY AND INDIVIDUALITY.  IT INVITES YOU TO BE DONE WITH MEDIOCRITY AND SHAME, AND TO KINDLE THE EMBERS OF GLORY WITHIN YOUR BREAST.  MOST IMPORTANTLY, IT TELLS YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT ALONE.  THERE IS A COLLECTIVE NETWORK OF LIKE-MINDED SOULS WHICH WALK THIS EARTH, AND TWINE STREET IS A WAYSTATION FOR THESE MYSTIC NOMADS.  WE INVITE YOU TO COEXIST WITH US IN THIS SPACE, TO MAKE A PILGRIMAGE TO  THIS HALLOWED GROUND AND BE TRANSFORMED BY THE POWER OF YOUR OWN DESIRE FOR CHANGE.  ENCOURAGE YOUR INQUISITIVE MIND, SATISFY YOUR DESIRE FOR TRUTH, CAST OFF INEFFECTUAL SELF-DECEPTION, AND COME FORTH.

WE CAN NO LONGER HIDE IN OUR CAVES OF PLASTER AND SHEETROCK, PEERING FEARFULLY AT OUR NEIGHBORS, OUR SENSES OF RIGHTEOUS OUTRAGE PLACATED BY A PABLUM OF HIGH-DEFINITION DISTRACTIONS AND INSIDIOUS RHETORIC.  WE HAVE BUT ONE CHOICE IF WE HOPE TO RESIST THE APPALLING TRESPASS UPON OUR BIRTHRIGHTS:  UNIFY, COALESCE, CONVERGE, BAND TOGETHER AND STAND UNASHAMED OF OUR BOUNDLESS LOVE.  A WAR IS ALREADY BEING WAGED AGAINST US -- NOT WITH BULLETS AND BOMBS BUT WITH A FAR MORE TREACHEROUS MIX OF FINANCIAL SERVITUDE, FALSE IDOL WORSHIP, AND INFORMATIONAL DOMINANCE.  THESE ORWELLIAN EFFORTS TO MANIPULATE US ONLY UNDERSCORE OUR POWER.  FOR WITHOUT OUR STAUNCH SUPPORT, WITHOUT OUR BLIND DEVOTION, WITHOUT THE SWEAT OF OUR BROWS AND THE MUSCLE IN OUR BACKS, THIS TOXIC METROPOLIS WOULD SURELY IMPLODE.  ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT, AND NEVER LOSE YOUR COURAGE.  AND IF REGRET YOU MUST, THEN WE BELIEVE IT FAR BETTER FELT FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THAN FOR WHAT YOU HAVE NOT DONE.  FOR TO LOOK BACK ON ONE'S LIFE AND KNOW IT HAS BEEN WASTED IS A TERRIBLE THING INDEED.  

TRUST IN YOURSELF; YOU ARE A VITAL FORCE OF CHANGE, BORN WITH ALL THE TOOLS YOU NEED. SHARPEN THE KNIFE, AND CUT LOOSE THE TIES WHICH HOLD YOUR TRUE MIGHT RESTRAINED.  POLISH THE MIRROR, AND REFLECT YOUR INNER BEAUTY FOR ALL TO SEE. REBUILD THE FIRE, AND ENCIRCLE IT WITH YOUR COMPANIONS TO FORGE BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD AND CELEBRATE THIS GLORIOUS TRANSIENT EXISTENCE.

YOU ARE MEANT TO BE A CONDUIT OF DIVINE ENERGY; YOUR ESSENCE IS FOREVER AND INEXTRICABLY WOVEN WITH THE FIBERS OF GODHOOD.  THEY PULSE WITHIN YOU, FULL OF MEANING AND SUBSTANCE, IMBUING YOUR EVERY THOUGHT AND ACTION WITH THE POTENTIAL FOR GREATNESS.  THE FORCES WHICH CAUSE THE SUNS TO BLAZE AND THE MOONS TO GYRATE IN THE HEAVENS ARE THE SAME FORCES WHICH CAUSE YOUR HEART TO BEAT AND YOUR LUNGS TO DRAW BREATH.  EVERY CELL, EVERY CHROMOSOME, EVERY BIT OF NUCLEIC ACID STRUGGLING TO EXIST WITHIN YOU IN THOSE BEAUTIFUL ENDLESS COMPLEX DANCES OF MATTER AND ENERGY -- THEY ALL BELONG TO THE COSMOS.      

SO TUNE INTO THIS TRANSMISSION AND JOIN US AT TWINE STREET, IN OUR ALCHEMICAL QUEST TO TRANSMUTE THE BASE INTO THE HOLY.  ARMOR YOURSELF WITH THE SIGILS AND EMBLEMS OF YOUR CHOOSING THAT WILL FOREVER PROCLAIM YOUR TRUE NATURE AND REMIND YOU WHO YOU REALLY ARE.  LISTEN TO THE SECRETS THAT YOUR BLOOD WHISPERS TO YOU, AND EMBARK ON A NEVER-ENDING CYCLICAL JOURNEY, EACH TIME AROUND SEEING THINGS WONDROUS AND AFRESH, MAKING NEW AND EXCITING DISCOVERIES AS YOU SPIRAL OUTWARD TO FINALLY REJOIN WITH THE INFINITE.

--N. SKINNER

- SMITH OF GREAT CHAIN - SIFU OF YOUNG FOREST TEMPLE - KEEPER OF MYSTERIES AND SECRETS -

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TWINE STREET TESTIMONIAL

AT THE PRESENT TWINE STREET LOCATION, A BUDDHIST CENTER ONCE RESIDED IN THIS HILLSIDE NOOK JUST A SEAGULL'S YAW FROM PORTLAND BUSIEST CORRIDOR. IT'S A LONG CORRIDOR ITSELF, CAREFULLY FILLED WITH PERSONAL/ANCIENT/UNIVERSAL/CONTEMPORARY VISUAL RICHES. THE RAIN PATTER ON THE ROOF CREATES GENTLE SYNCOPATIONS TO THE SCIENTIFIC METALECTURE ON THE HI-FI, AND YOU'RE AS LIKELY TO HEAR FORGOTTEN FOLK TRANCE AS YOU ARE TO TOUR NEW ENTRIES TO THE MUSICAL CANON. 

IT'S A PLACE AND SPACE FILLED WITH LIFE AND DISCOVERY, AND IS A PERFECT COMPLIMENT TO THE NEW YOU AWAITING. WATSON HAS BEEN WORKING ON MY BODY SUIT FOR SOME YEARS NOW, AND THIS WAS THE MOST SIMPATICO SURROUNDING- THE MOST ELEGANT CONDITIONS-
WITHIN WHICH WE'VE COLLABORATED YET. THE INK WENT IN EASY AT TWINE STREET.
THE PRIOR INHABITANTS KNEW A GOOD THING, AND GOOD
WORK CONTINUES HERE, AN UNBROKEN LINEAGE...

CELEBRATE GRAY OVER BLACK & WHITE
ELEVATE INFINITE OVER WRONG & RIGHT
A HEALTH, A WEALTH, A HAPPINESS TO TWINE ST.,
ITS INHABITANTS, ITS CREATOR,
ITS INHABITED CREATIONS

-KILLICK

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[Articles from over the years]

http://onlineathens.com/stories/011602/ent_0116020007.shtml

http://www.prickmag.net/watsonatkinsoninterview.html

http://onlineathens.com/stories/101910/new_722455519.shtml

http://ptldme.blogspot.com/2010/03/watson-atkinson-for-cafe-review.html

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TWINE STREET MANIFESTO

- BEWARE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE -

AND SO IT IS DECLARED [WITH THIS TWINE STREET TRANSMISSION]: THE BIRTH OF A LITERAL, METAPHORICAL, AND TRANSCENDENTAL MANIFESTO. AN UNHINGED CREATIVE MOVEMENT IN ENDLESS DISCIPLINES AND INTRIGUE - AS AN IGNITED FRONT FROM CULTURE TO CULTURE, COUNTRY TO COUNTRY, AND COAST TO COAST - ACCESSIBLE TO ALL THOSE KINDRED IN SPIRIT. A COLLECTIVE, UNSTOPPABLE, MUTABLE BEAST - SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL - THAT SHALL HOWL AT THE HEAVENS IN THE MOST GUTTURAL CRY OF TRIUMPH AND VICTORY - THE POETICALLY HIDDEN, TIMELESSLY SILENT, INFINITELY TREMBLING - TWINE STREET RESISTANCE! LET US {ALL} UNITE AS AN UNCOMPROMISING AND INSATIABLE AMALGAMATION OF ELEMENTAL FORCES - INSCRIBED, PAINTED, AND ADORNED WITH SHIFTING SYMBOLS OF LIGHT AND ENERGY; LET US IGNITE WITH A FEROCIOUS BLNDSGHT THAT KICKS, SPITS, AND SHINES; LET US FIGHT WITH FREE WILL AND INTEGRITY AS A BATTALION OF VIGOR, POTENCY, AND HARMONY; LET US HAVE INSIGHT IN THE SHINING HIDDEN REALMS DEEP WITHIN OUR HEARTS, ALLOWING FOR UNBOUNDED MUTUAL EXCHANGE; AND LET US BE FREE OF THE DOGMATIC CHAINS OF RIGID IDEOLOGIES AND ANTIQUATED CONVENTIONS. CONVERGE AS AN ARMY ON THE DESOLATE RAILYARDS OF POST-MODERNITY, IN THE SHADOWS OF THIS BROKEN-DOWN PALACE, WITH OUR WEAPONS OF JOYFUL NONSENSE AND CURIOUS DREAMS, SPELLBOUND UNDER A FLAG OF BURNING FREEDOM BOTH NOVEL AND NAMELESS. INTERSECT WITH A STORMY FIERCENESS UPON A FERTILE COMMON GROUND OF WISDOM AND INTUITION, WHERE "NOTHING IS TRUE, AND EVERYTHING IS PERMITTED." MONKEY WRENCH THE BITTER MACHINE IN THIS ELEVENTH HOUR BY MAKING AFFIRMATIVE, GLORIOUS, AND ACTIVIST CHANGES - WITHIN OURSELVES MYSTICALLY, AND WITHIN THE BATTLEFIELD OF POLITICS AND SOCIAL JUSTICE. LET US ALL JOYFULLY VIBRATE WITHIN THE FRACTAL WHITE LIGHT ENERGY OF INFINITE KINDNESS, SYMPATHY, FORGIVENESS, BENEVOLENCE, AND LOVE. THE "TIME HAS COME TODAY" TO RECALIBRATE OUR MORAL FIBER AND ETHICAL COMPASS, TO CARRY WITH PRIDE AND FORTITUDE THE SHINNING TORCH OF CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE AND GLOWING HUMANITARIANISM, AND TO RECLAIM HENCEFORTH OUR SPIRITUAL AND POLITICAL SOVEREIGNTY. LET US ALL EMPHATICALLY -
"BE THE CHANGE - I - YOU - WE - WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD."

TRUST YOURSELF - TO TIP THE BANGED AND BATTERED SCALES OF THIS GALLOPING ZEITGEIST SHIFT; TO BE AT PEACE WITH THE UNCHARTED RIDDLE OF THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE; TO THRIVE AND LEAP INTO THE UNKNOWN, ALLOWING YOUR WANDERING AND EVER SEARCHING SOUL TO BELIEVE AND BLOSSOM; AND TO EMERGE FROM THE DEPTHS OF DARKNESS AND ASCEND INTO LUMINOSITY ON THE OPPOSITE SHORE. ILLUMINATE YOURSELF - INTO A VIBRANT AND RADIATING UNIQUE CREATIVE FORCE, WITH A LUST FOR LIFE LIKE NEVER BEFORE, AWARE THAT YOUR IMPASSIONED ACTIONS AND INVENTIVE ETHOS WILL MAKE A PRESSING DIFFERENCE. SURRENDER YOURSELF - INTO THE CONSCIOUSNESS-SHIFTING PARADIGM OF INTENTION, NOVELTY, COHERENCE, GRATITUDE, AND UNITY. UNRAVEL YOURSELF - INTO THE HEALING LANGUAGE OF INFECTIOUS LOVE AND UNCONDITIONAL COMPASSION. ENTANGLE YOURSELF - INTO YOUR RADIATING, INFINITE POTENTIAL, LONGING TO FULFILL ITS TRUE DESTINY. TURN ON - TUNE IN - AND TRANSCEND: WITHIN A FLEET OF PAPER DINGHIES TRAVERSING THE OCEAN OF TWINE; WITHIN A FLOCK OF BROKEN ARROWS RAINING DOWN FROM ABOVE; WITHIN A CRIMSON SOAKED ELYSIUM RIVER OF RIPPLING ARTERIES; WITHIN THE GRACEFUL ELAGANCE OF AN OTTER, ENCIRCLING HER LAVENDER COCOONS; WITHIN THE CATHEDRAL STARGATE OF YOUR PINE CONE PORTAL; WITHIN THE GAZELLE’S PLAINTIVE SONG…AND THE PINING GAZE OF THE OWL; WITHIN THE GRAPHITE KEYS BUDDING FROM THE SECRET BRANCHES OF THE FORBIDDEN FOREST; WITHIN THE APPARITIONS FROM THE AFTERLIFE MOVING THE PLANCETTE OF THE TALKING BOARDS; WITHIN A CATHARTIC FAST IN THE CONTEXT OF NUMERALOGICAL ALIGNMENTS; WITHIN AN ADJECTIVE OR NOUN IN A POETIC STANZA OF YOUR OWN IDIOSYNCRATIC DELINEATION; WITHIN THE MEDITATIVE SILENCE AND YOUR TRANSCENDENTAL MUSE; WITHIN THE LABYRINTH OF OUR SOULS REFLECTING US BACK INTO OBLIVION; AND WITHIN A WILDFIRE OF PASSION, PERPETUALLY BURNING IN AN ENDLESS SPIRAL OF IMMEASURABLE ENLIGHTENMENT!
COME TOGETHER, SWALLOW YOUR SUN, AND SHARE THE WARMTH.

ALL YE, [BOTH ENEMIES AND FRIENDS] - JOIN THE MILLION STRONG REVOLUTION, THE
GATHERING STORM NOW ENVELOPING THE WORLD - TEAR DOWN THE WALLS OF IGNORANCE
AND RISE FROM THE RUSTED RUBBLE - MARCH FORTH AS ONE IN THIS BEAUTIFUL PARADE OF STAGGERING HOPE - ASSEMBLE AT THE WEATHERED GATES ADORNED WITH GILDED ARMOUR, YOUR DREAMS AND WEAPONS OF DESIRE, YOUR TELEPATHIC/CLAIRVOYANT EYES, YOUR SUBVERSIVE SOLIDARITY, YOUR ANONYMOUS INTUITION, YOUR RECKLESS ABANDONMENT, AND YOUR INALIENABLE BIRTHRIGHT OF SPIRIT, LIBERTY, AND JUSTICE! "YOU MAY SAY WE ARE DREAMERS, BUT WE’RE NOT THE ONLY ONES" - IMAGINE - CELEBRATE - EMBRACE - RESONATE - IGNITE - WITHIN OUR ECLECTIC RIFF-RAFF ORCHESTRA OF FELLOW EARTHLINGS: OF COMRADES, ARTISTS, POETS, MINSTRELS, LOVERS, DREAMERS, HEALERS, VISIONARIES, AND LEVITATORS; OF SHAMANS, MYSTICS, SAGES, ALCHEMISTS, SHAPE-SHIFTERS, PSYCHONAUTS, CIRCLE MAKERS, AND SPOON BENDERS; OF RAMBLERS, MISFITS, OUTLAWS, MISCHIEF MAKERS, RABBLE ROUSERS, WAYWARD SAINTS, ASCENDED MASTERS, MOONLIT SAILORS, COWBOY ANGELS, AND KRIPPLED PROPHETS! WE BECKON YOU - YOU WHO HEAR THIS FIERCE AND LIVELY SONG - YOU WHO SEARCH FOR YOUR PSYCHIC IMMUNITY FROM THE CONSENSUS TRANCE - YOU WHO SEEK YOUR TRUE PROVIDENCE AND UNDILUTED ESSENCE. DUST OFF YOUR BURIED ARSENALS, YOUR GUNS ABLOOM WITH CERULEAN BLOSSOMS - HEAR THIS UNBROKEN PROMISE DEEP WITHIN US ALL, AND KNOW THAT RESISTANCE IS NOT FUTILE - IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS. BEGIN WITH THYSELF - SPIRITUAL AND SOCIAL REVOLUTION IS ANCIENT AND TIMELESS, ECHOING DOWN TO THE VALLEYS BELOW FROM YOUR MOUNTAIN TOP EPIPHANIES. "REVOLUTION IS NOT SOMETHING FIXED IN IDEOLOGY, NOR IS IT SOMETHING FASHIONED TO A PARTICULAR DECADE. IT IS A PERPETUAL PROCESS EMBEDDED IN THE HUMAN SPIRIT." THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO UNPLUG FROM THE MATRIX [WILL YOU CHOOSE TO STAY ASLEEP, OR TO AWAKEN?] AND WITNESS HOW DEEP THIS RABBIT-HOLE TRULY GOES. HEAR THIS CALL TO TRUTH AND SHATTER THIS FALSE ILLUSION WITH NON-VIOLENCE AND NON PARTICIPATION. REMOVE THE SHACKLES FROM THE SYNTHETIC/VIRTUAL REALITY OF MANUFACTURED CONSCIOUSNESS; THE HISTORICAL AMNESIA OF LIES AND DECIET; THE ASSAULT FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE ON YOUR PHYSICAL, MENTAL, EMOTIONAL, AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH; AND THE FEVERED DEATH-MARCH TRANCE OF THE HYPNOTIC SLAVE NATIONS! THINK OUTSIDE THE NEW RELIGION/DRUG [THE OPIATE OF THE MASSES] OF TV ADDICTION AND THE SMART PHONE APPENDAGE. REVOLVE TO A HIGHER ORBIT, EVOLVE TO YOUR HIGHER SELF, AND RISE AGAINST: THE CEMENT SEDUCTION OF DYSTOPIAN PROGRESS; THE MIND CONTROL OF INCORPORATED INDOCTRINATION; THE RED HERRING WEAPONS OF MASS DECEPTION; THE TALKING HEADS OF NEWS SPEAK CASINOS; THE DUPLICITY OF SUBVERSIVE CORPORATE SYMBOLS; THE ASPHALT/STEEL CANCER ON THE FRAGILE EARTH, OF THE EXPONENTIALLY SPRAWLING MEGALOPOLIS GRID SYSTEM; THE STALE, HARSH, PULSATING POLLUTION OF CITY LIGHTS; THE METALLIC SMOG FROM THE LOOMING SKYLINES; THE UNSUSTAINABLE DECADENCE OF MATERIALISM;THE PAINFULLY SAD CRUMBLING FACADE OF THE CONSTITUTION; THE SYSTEMIC FAILURE OF THE HIJACKED AMERICAN DREAM; AND THE CRUSHINGLY TRAGIC PILLAGING, RAPING, AND DESTRUCTION OF OUR DELICATE AND PRECIOUS LIVING ECOSYSTEM! RESIST - THE LOCKSTEP MAINSTREAM ZOMBIE CULTURE THAT ENSLAVES US ALL - WITH ITS BY DESIGN CONSUMER JUNKIES, SATURATED FEARS, MEDIA BLITZ, METALLIC BLING, CUT THROAT VICES, BODY IMAGE HOMOGENY, SOCIAL NETWORK ORGIES, DISINFORMATION MANIPULATION, PROPAGANDA BILLBOARDS, ENTERTAINMENT SARCOPHAGUS, HYPOCRISY ABOMINATIONS, SUSTAINABLE DEVELOPERS, INTOXICATION CASUALTIES, DEPRESSION REFUGEES, GMO CARCINERGINES, FLUORIDATED FAUCETS, WEAPONIZED PANDEMICS, SOCIAL ENGINEERING, DOOMSDAY SEED VAULTS, ANIMAL SLAUGHTER ASSEMBLY LINES, WEATHER MANIPULATINGING DISASTER CAPITALISTS, AND THE RUTHLESS TAPEWORM ECONOMY RAVAGING US ALL. BOYCOTT: THE 1984 TROJAN HORSE OF "SMART" TECHNOLOGY; THE NEFARIOUS ALLURE OF THE WALL STREET SILKEN NECKTIE NOOSE BRIGADE; THE CINEMATIC SHEEN OF HOLLYWOOD GURUS AND ITS DEMI-GOD CELEBRITIES; THE POISONED SKY, WATER, AND SOIL INFUSED WITH HEAVY METAL DEATH; THE INVISIBLE OCEAN WAVES OF ELECTROMAGNETIC CANCER POLLUTION; THE PARA-MILITARY AIR FORCE OF THE ENCROACHING IRON WINGED DRONES; AND THE UBIQUITOUS VIRAL SURVEILLANCE OF BIG BROTHER’S ALL-SEEING EYES! THE TRUTH IS THE ANECDOTE - ON THIS DEEP-ROOTED TRUTH EMBARGO ASSAULTING US ALL - AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET US FREE, AND TAKE DOWN THIS CRUMBLING HOUSE OF CARDS. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER - AND "BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY" RESEARCH FOR YOURSELF [THE DATA] - INVESTIGATE ON YOUR OWN [THE THEORIES] - UNVEIL THE PARADIGM SMASHING CONSPIRACY [FACTS]: THE SECRET ESOTERIC AGENDA OF THE GLOBAL MAFIA, HATCHET MEN, GANGSTER THUGS OF THE NEW WORLD DIS-ORDER [BILDERBERG - ILLUMINATI - SECRET SOCIETY] TERROR-STORM ENDGAME - WITH THEIR AGENDA-21, BANKSTER-CARTEL, BIG-BROTHER, BIG-PHARMA, BLACK-OPS, CHEM-TRAIL, CLIMATE-GATE, DEATH-PANEL, DOUBLE-SPEAK, FALSE-FLAG, FEDERAL-RESERVE, FEMA-CAMP, FRANKEN-FOOD, MICRO-CHIP, MIND-CONTROL, NANNY-STATE, NAZI-EUGENICIST, NEO-FASCIST, PUPPET-MASTER, POLICE-STATE, SECRET-SPACE, TRANS-HUMANIST, MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!!! RESTORE DEMOCRACY, THE REPUBLIC, AND THE SPIRIT OF 1776! ABANDON THE INSANE, INSIDIOUS, AND PSYCHOPATHIC PRICKS AT THE HELMS OF THEIR SINKING SHIPS OF TECHNOCRACY, CORPORATOCRACY, AND IDIOCRACY! CUT AWAY THE MARIONETTE MONOPOLY STRINGS FROM THE GLOBALIST JUGGERNAUT ELITE AND THEIR CULTURE OF FIAT CURRENCY, MONETARY SERVITUDE, AND DEBT OPPRESSION! LEAVE BEHIND THEIR ILL-FATED SOCIAL DARWINISM, THIER NEWTONIAN MATERIALISM, THEIR “ORDER OUT OF CHAOS” PHILOSOPHY, THEIR GENOCIDE OF INDIGINOUS CULTURES, AND THE APOCALYPSE, DEMOCIDE, GRAVESTONE EPIDEMIC OF THEIR DIABOLICAL WAR MACHINES! YOU WHOM EXIST AS FRENZIED ANTS BEING LED TO THE SLAUGHTER, DRUNK AND DROWNING IN THE MAD HOUSE RACE OF TOXIC EVERYTHING, TURN YOUR BACKS ON THIS ORWELLIAN NIGHTMARE, AND LET IT VIOLENTLY IMPLODE BENEATH ITS OWN OBSTINATE DENSITY! BE A HARBINGER OF FREEDOM AND PEACE! DANCE FREE THESE RUSTED SHACKLES, THESE MISERABLE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF THIS PRECARIOUS GLOBAL VILLAGE, AND QUESTION EVERYTHING WITH YOUR HAMMERS OF HOPE! DO NOT BE A COMPLACENT AND DOCILE PRISONER IN A CAGE WITH NO BARS! YELL INTO THE CROWD FROM EVERY STREET CORNER: "I AM NOT A NUMBER, I AM A FREE MAN!" SHOUT INTO THE BINARY/CYBER NETWORK FROM YOUR DESKTOP WINDOWS:
"I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

IN THIS TIMELESS DIALOGUE - OF THE SACRED AND PROFANE, OF POLITICS AND MYSTICISM, OF MORALITY AND ETHICS, OF DESTINY AND FATE - IN THE EXPANSIVE CONTEXT AND RIDDLE OF THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE [AND THIS FEARLESS - ICONOCLASTIC - NO HOLDS BARRED - ALL ENCOMPASSING - TWINE STREET TESTIMONIAL] IS THE PERSONAL AND COLLECTIVE QUESTION OF THE UNIVERSAL LAW OF CAUSALITY [OF KARMA] - THE LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT. BY FIST OR BY FLOWERS, BY HOOK OR BY CROOK, YOUR ACTIONS DECIDE YOUR FATE, AND "YOUR ACTIONS ARE YOUR ONLY TRUE BELONGINGS" YOU TAKE WITH YOU INTO THE GREAT VOID, WHEN YOU CROSS THE COSMIC VEIL. AS YOU SOW - SO SHALL YOU REAP! DO YOU SOW WITH: GREED OR COMPASSION - DISCORD OR HARMONY - CRITICISM OR GRATITUDE - LOGIC OR INTUITION - RELIGION OR SPIRITUALITY - OPPRESSION OR FREEDOM? DO YOU SOW WITH: WAR OR PEACE - TYRANNY OR DEMOCRACY - EGO OR HUMILITY - ISOLATION OR COMMUNITY - CONVENTION OR NOVELTY - LIES OR TRUTH - HATE OR LOVE? THE PRESSING QUESTIONS THAT BALANCE ON THE SCALES OF OUR PERSONAL AND COLLECTIVE FATE ARE SIMPLE AND DIRECT: WHAT ARE {YOUR} ACTIONS OR INACTIONS DOING, OR NOT DOING - WHICH SHALL PROFOUNDLY INFLUENCE WHETHER YOU REAP A ROTTEN HARVEST, OR A VIBRANT ONE? SHALL YOU GARNER A SHAMEFUL, DESTRUCTIVE, HEARTLESS LIFE - OR AN ELECTRIFYING, ENGAGING, MAGNIFICENT LEGACY? WHAT SHALL {WE} REAP, WHEN IT’S TIME FOR THE HARVEST THAT WE HAVE SOWN? SHALL WE REAP A TOXIC, LIFELESS, PRISON PLANET - OR A THRIVING, HARMONIOUS, COMPASSIONATE EARTH? WHAT ARE {YOU} DOING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE FOR GOOD OR FOR BAD, WITH “THIS MORTAL COIL” THAT HAS BEEN GIFTED TO YOU? A LEGION OF FIERCE STELLAR BEINGS, IMPASSIONED INFO WARRIORS, ENLIGHTENED SPIRITS, AND LUMINOUS LIGHT WORKERS FROM GAIA AND ABROAD, HAVE BEEN CONVERGING WITH NO DELAY OR RESERVATIONS - WITH BILLIONS STRONG HAVING CHOSEN THE LIGHT OFTHE CANDLE - OVER THE DARKNESS THAT SURROUNDS IT.
"WE {ALL} HAVE A DREAM... AND WE SHALL {ALL} OVERCOME!"

WITHIN THIS CRITICAL QUICKENING - THIS EMBRYONIC THRESHOLD OF A MASS AWAKENING - WE ARE ALL STANDING AT THE PRECIPICE OF A NEW AGE. AMIDST THE [KRIPPLED] CRUTCHES OF OPPRESSION THAT HOLD US UP AGAINST THE WALL, BROKEN DOWN AND WEAKENED FROM THE BATTERED BATTLEFRONT OF A DISPOSABLE POPULACE - SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS OF THEIR CONCRETE/DIGITAL BARRICADES AND TAKE NO PRISONERS. CONJURE UP YOUR INNER [PROPHET] AND STAND TALL IN THE TRENCHES WITH CONVICTION, PRIDE, AND HONOR - CARVE YOUR CRUTCHES OF SUPPRESSION INTO SCRIBES, TOOLS, THOUGHTS, KNIVES, EMOTIONS, KEYS, IDEAS, BLUEPRINTS, AND VISIONS OF OPTIMISTIC RETALIATION. LET US ALL GET OUT OF OUR OWN WAY - EMBRACE THE ETERNITY OF THE PRESENT MOMENT - COMMUNE IN THE ART OF THE LETTING GO - SURRENDER TO THE MIDDLE PATH AND THE RIVER OF IMPERMANENCE - OPEN THE FLOODGATES OF INTENTION WITH A LOVING OCEAN HEART - REMEMBER WHO YOU TRULY ARE [A SPIRITUAL BEING HAVING A HUMAN EXPERIENCE] - AND CARRY FORTH WITH THESE SEEDS OF WISDOM INTO A PROMISING NEW HUMANITY. GAZE UPON THE ENIGMATIC BURNING MAN AT THE SINGULARITY/EVENT HORIZON OF ALL TOMORROWS PARTIES - PUSH FORTH INTO THE FRONT LINES WITH EMPOWERING VISIONS OF HOPE - FEARLESSLY READY AS MARTYRS TO ASCEND WITH YOUR BOOTS ON INTO THE ETHER BEYOND. WITH THE MAGICAL CONVICTION OF A LIBERTINE SEER AND THE PHOENIX RISING - CALL UPON THE [SILVER] TO BANISH THE BLOOD FROM THE QUILL - WILL THE [GOLD] TO DRAW FORTH THE FEATHER FROM THE ASH. WITH COLLECTIVE RENEGADE FERVOR, IN THE ELUSIVE SEARCH FOR SUBSTANCE, MEANING, AND TRUTH - LET US ALL JOIN THE GLOBAL RESISTANCE TO RE-MANIFEST AND RE-OCCUPY OURSELVES AND OUR PLANET: TO AWAKEN - TO THE TRANSCENDENTAL METAMORPHOSIS AND APOTHEOSIS OF HUMANITY; TO THE SACRIMENTAL SUCHNESS OF NOTHINGNESS; TO YOUR BEINGS OF FREQUENCY, ELECTRICITY, MAGNETISM, AND LIGHT; TO YOUR INFINITE INCARNATIONS AND LUMINOUS LIGHT-BODYS; TO THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE CONUNDRUM OF THE UNIMAGINABLY EXPANSIVE COSMOS; TO THE HARMONIC SYNERGY BETWEEN SACRED GEOMETRY AND THE CYMATIC SOURCE FIELD; TO THE SWIRLING, OSCILLATING, AND VIBRATING DIVINE INTELLIGENCE OF THE NEW EMPIRICAL PHYSICS; TO THE VECTOR EQUILIBRIUM OF THE RADIANT ZERO-POINT, FREE-ENERGY TORUS; TO THE ARCHAIC REVIVAL OF THE NUMINOUS ENTHEOGENIC REALM OF THE "TEN THOUSAND WORLDS "; TO THE ELECTROMAGNETIC COHERENCE FIELD OF OUR HEART-MIND AND THE SCHUMANN RESONANCE; TO YOUR ARCANE CHAKRA SYSTEM AND THE KUNDALINI BLISS OF THE MYSTERIUM TREMENDUM; TO OUR SUBHARMONIC ENTANGLEMENT AND KYMATICA ENVELOPING US ALL; TO OUR LUCID DREAMING PHOTON OCEANS WITHIN OUR OUT-OF-BODY PROJECTIONS; TO THE ALGORITHMIC FIBONACCI SEQUENCE BETWEEN THE QUANTUM MICROCOSM, AND THE CELESTIAL MACROCOSM; TO INEVITABLE UFO DISCLOSURE AND THE IMMINENT REUNION WITH OUR INTERGALACTIC FAMILY; TO THE FORBIDDEN ARCHEOLOGY REVEALING THE HIDDEN SECRETS OF OUR ANCIENT LINEAGE; TO THE COLLECTIVE SYNCHRONICITY OF OUR SOULS, AND THE ASTROLOGICAL PROCESSION OF OUR ILLUMINATED TRANSFORMATION!!! AS THE TIMELESS HERMETIC ADAGE STATES WITH SUCH UNBRIDLED RADIANCE, STILL PRESSING IN THE SHIVERING DAWN OF THIS NEW GOLDEN AEON - THIS AGE OF AQUARIUS - LET US ALL PROMENADE DOWN THE STREETS, LET US ALL COME TOGETHER IN UNITY AND SING ALOUD WITH ALL SENTIENT BEINGS IN THIS - FANTASTIC - MAGICAL - MULTIDIMENSIONAL - HOLOGRAPHIC - MULTIVERSE:
"AS ABOVE/SO BELOW - AS WITHIN/SO WITHOUT!"

I LOVE, THEREFORE I AM - YOU ILLUMINATE, THEREFORE YOU ARE - WE ASCEND, THEREFORE WE ARE INFINITE. I - YOU - WE - ARE SEEDED WITHIN THE VENERABLE, PRIMORDIAL SOUL GARDEN OF OUR COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS - EXPONENTIALLY BLOSSOMING OUTWARD LIKE A LUMINOUS FRACTALING SUPERNOVA - EXPLODING INTO A FIERCE, VIBRANT, AND LOVING HARVEST! "WE ARE A SILENT, HIDDEN THOUGHT IN THE FOLDS OF OBLIVION, AND WE HAVE BECOME A VOICE THAT CAUSES THE HEAVENS TO TREMBLE." "WE ARE ALL PERCEIVERS - WE ARE ALL AWARENESS - WE ARE NOT OBJECTS - WE HAVE NO SOLIDITY - WE ARE BOUNDLESS..."

WE ARE THE KRIPPLED PROPHETS!

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[Introduction essay to "Ocean of Twine" Poem from former website]

"I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books. I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams- like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves."

-Herman Hesse, German Swiss poet, novelist, and painter

         At a very young age I became aware of a silent noise, a vibrating hum underlining everything. It wasn’t until many years later that I discovered what this noise really was: the almost inaudible sound of another world, another realm underlying this secular one, where the spirits reign with endless potential. The silent noise was the sound of the higher frequency this alternate dimension resides within. If you listen very close…you can hear it, feel it, at any given interval. Listen intently, underneath the sound waves of total silence, and you shall witness what I speak. This world I became aware of as a young adult and diligently pursued. A rich history of spontaneous and self-induced out-of-body projections, supported by an avid interest in lucid dreaming and the paranormal. When I “tune” (like a radio dial) into this higher pitched tone, I tune into the wave frequency of my spirit body, and thus I learned to intermittently project out-of-body. Over the years I became deeply intertwined with this miraculous realm of the night, yet this intense activity peaked when I made contact. To my utter frustration and disappointment, I then and there lost and have never regained the ability to project. My autobiographical poem debuted below documents in poetic metaphor my creative endeavors hitherto, centered around this event that dramatically changed the essence of my being. And in tow, my overall artistic constitution has unfolded outward, blossoming and expanding over the years to become my BLNDSGHT. In this fantastic realm (we all visit when we close our eyelids to this world) is where my story shall untether itself.

         My biography, artistic identity, and whole creative sensibility is built from this one profoundly riveting projection, and the penetrating influence that ensued. Though the pinnacle of the poem happened over ten years ago, the esoteric and pressing imagery is more recent. Embedded in the prose, you will glimpse an inner world of poetic symbolism, inspired by a tattered, troubled, and restless path. When I finally disappear from all the anxiety, distractions, and demands of my relentlessly busy days as a modern tattooist, this which has kept me from the intoxicating path of the spirit, I shall pursue an artistically impassioned and introverted course that leads back to the core of this “ocean of twine.” A disciplined, receptive, and monastic path leading back to the elusive portal and twine which gave me purpose, conviction, and an unyielding vision. All of the artwork I have executed and have yet to manifest is and shall be imprinted with the spirit of this poem, the spirit of our collective spirit. My life's swansong artistic mission as my skin becomes old, and my ever-lengthening hair and beard turn to white, is to travel back innumerable times (literally and figuratively) to this magnificent world and return to share the experiences in my art. This is the legacy I so desperately wish to leave. A visual journal, a celebration, and an exploration of this ultimate frontier. Not of the New World, the Wild West, quantum physics, or outer space- but of the uncharted, immensely misunderstood and neglected frontier of the spirit. As the goodbye haiku I wrote to Georgia illustrates:

wayward saints- retreat

charcoal mountain reverie

being- obsolete

         As I retreat from tattooing, mountain of charcoal and graphite in hand as poetic translator, paper as radio transmitter, and reverie my guide, imagine me tuning into a wayward frequency just one spectrum width beside this one. On the final cut when I let out my last exhalation, imagine me broadcast into the portal as I gaze the magnificent world that lies beyond the twine; forever obsolete. And with that seductive premonition of the future, let us journey to the foundation, to the inception, to the essence of Watson. In the prose below, I had fallen asleep in Georgia at the impressionable age of 25, and had awakened in Maine thirteen years later at the poem's end: 

Athens, Georgia
1996
 

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         The silent dawn filled the room with a soft gentle light as I opened my eyes to this world from a long night of dreaming. I relaxed under a blanket of quiet tranquility. Still, attentive, and receptive, I observed how mysteriously poetic were the first rays of sun as they slowly illuminated the darkness. (It has always been a blessing of mine that I seem to wake up at this crucially beautiful and magical moment- just at the break of dawn.) And with sacred ground beneath, a quarter-century of breath within, hundreds of out-of-body projections behind, I proposed to drift back into dream, to travel the deepest and farthest my spirit body has ever gone. I had learned to fly, walk through walls, move objects and sculpt matter. But never had I attempted an intensely focused and impassioned push to the edge of the astral world. This goal at the fore, and without knowing what was about to transpire, I surrendered to repose, and closed my eyes. I surrendered to the spirit of Rumi’s admonitions…

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth
across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

-Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century Persian mystic poet

           My consciousness did not go to sleep. I received what I really wanted. I went across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, and the dawn had a secret to tell me that was never uttered, a secret for which I shall spend the rest of my days in search:

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"OCEAN OF TWINE"

1)

Silently
with-

within...

without...

a lucid awareness:
hovering inches above
sleeping body,
endless space
vibrating at higher frequency.
Hear
feel
indescribable presence,
of silent noise-
ubiquitous tone
permeating everything,
everywhere...


Ascending upward-
sleeping body fading away.
Floating higher into void above,
complete darkness.
Every direction witnessing
vestiges of memories,
unveiling themselves momentarily,
then dissipating.
Hundreds upon hundreds of images
flickered all around-
flickering
like a field of fireflies.
Death.
Birth.
Every trial and tribulation,
every joy and sorrow,
every rise and fall interwoven.
Faster and faster
ascending upward-
velocity
felt as fast as light itself-
final bits of imagery
flickering
flickering
flickering away...


Ever growing mass of twine
growing down from above.
Twine becoming treelike,
growing into extensive root system-
spreading outward,
upward
inward
every conceivable direction.
Becoming thicker
denser
twine filling every molecule,
every particle
every wave,
of time and space.
Roots of twine penetrating
my own being
transforming into them
until upward rise
rising upward
came to an end-
ending
transformed...

2)

Brief moment to interpret,
to translate
to adapt.
Taking in strange awareness-
whole being transformed
into graphite tree.
Myriad branches growing,
reaching outward,
upward
inward
toward open sky:
becoming immensely thin
silver strings shimmering-
growing out exponentially,
forming dense interwoven canopy
of branches,
inter-densely
interdimensionally
shimmering...


Interlacing sky above,
harboring a record.
What has been-
everything ever created,
and yet to come:
Every cut and paste,
pencil stroke
brush of oil
assembled object
altered space
forged mask
gilded journal
adorned flesh
crimson photo.
Every broken word
fractured poem
troubled melody
burned candle
piece of string
rusted key
hanging amulet
sinking barrack
nocturnal tree climb.
Every sleepless night,
whisper to the wind
spiral unraveled
owl delayed
iceberg cocoon
forbidden river
longest trail
weeping willow
blackest crow.
Everything
every moment
every gesture.
All present
all interwoven
all interlocking.
Like gears in a pocket watch-
interlockingly interwoven.
Clicking by 
clicking
click
one second at a time,
tick
tick
tick...


As above,
morning sky of silver strings.
So below,
expansive golden ocean of twine.
Tree trunk growing outward,
upward
inward-
out of dinghy made of paper
covered in poetic prose,
tattered
worn
crumpled
burnt edges of ash.
Roots growing through dinghy bottom,
forming ocean of twine-
floating silently
floating waywardly
transmitting
transmission.
Like a radio tower made
of graphite paper
silently transmitting...


Sweet,
loving
gentle zephyr
blowing into branches,
pushing me forward
towards horizon.
Wind itself filled with a voice,
most beautiful voice conceivable
singing into graphite branches,
singing into me
singing.
Pushing branches forward
like wind to sail,
with an endless exhale
endlessly exhaling...


On and on afloat within,
without
a river like
ocean of twine:
towards silent dawn
dawning silently.
Never rising or falling,
still
motionless
arrested in time.
Years passed by-
one thousand
eight hundred
fifty-eight days
passing by.
Graphite tree-paper dinghy.
Like pencil traveling across paper-
with
within without,
forbidden
golden
elusive
endless,
ocean of twine...

3)

In time-
horizon line presented,
gifted
stone wall rising,
rising
rising
upward from ocean.
Towering into sky
infinitely
rising
infinitely expanding
in all directions.
Rise
with no end.
Where morning sun
had been for so long,
arrested,
a door
entrance
enormous open portal appeared.
Where once had been sunlight,
portal possessed within itself
an expansively seductive void.
At the sight of this 
graphite tree turned into tree of light:
illuminating the twine
the stone
the twilight
the void.
Exhaling wind
ceased to sing
inhaling back into herself.
Both wind and tree,
finally at rest
finally...


Gazing into the void,
undeniable and irresistible curiosity.
Force emanating outward.
Witnessing four female entities
emerge from portal,
encircling thrice.
Positioned in four directions
wearing fitted warrior attire.
Charged with beauty,
wisdom
insight
experience
knowledge
magnetism
wonder
allure-
undeniable intensity of presence.
Intensely undeniable.
I became nervous
anxious
frightened.
Unprecedented first contact
while projecting!
Trying to stay calm
collected
receptive.
To complete disbelief,
collectively
as one entity speaking in unison,
four women with one voice
uttered twice:

“He is too nervous now. We cannot tell him.
He is too nervous now. We cannot tell him.”

Regretfully felt myself
losing lucidity
fading
slipping
sinking
What were they going to tell me?
As tree turned from light
to a heavy dense silver
quickly sinking into twine
like a ship at sea
sinking.
Had I really traveled to the edge?
Trying to reach back to surface,
sinking
What was through the opening?
branch like fingers reaching inward
outward
upward.
Trying desperately
desperately trying
to get back to the portal-
to the proverbial entities
filled with mystery and wonder.
Wonderfully mysterious...


But alas,
sinking deeper
deeper sinking
faster than light itself
until the ship
the dinghy
the tree 
the gilded dream,
hit the ocean bottom abruptly.
Sat up in bed gasping for air:
transformed
transfixed
covered in sweat,
wide-eyed
full of excitement and frustration,
of pain and wonder.
With a blndsght
like never before-
trying to fall back asleep,
while not falling asleep.
Trying
to get back to the portal.
Always trying:
night after night
season after season
year after year-
to get back
back to the the elusive portal. 

To the wind in
the tree,
to the gold in
the twine,
to the silver in
the string.

Transfixed
transformed...


Dawn had come and gone-

The mourning light within 
shall rise.

The breeze within 
shall whisper secrets.

The new dawn within 
shall dawn.

The silence within
shall be silenced.


Silently
with-

Within...

Without...

Watson Atkinson
just above the soil of
Portland, Maine
11-11-09